#rock chick series

[dargeereads]

Rock Chick Rematch by Kristen Ashley

 5 stars

That was not at all how I thought Darius and Maila’s story would go! Wow, there was so much happening behind the scenes and underground with Darius, I would have never guessed any of it. It was, however, not unlikely with the glimpses of events we did see. It was, not unlikely, based on the strength of character we saw. It was, not unlikely, because of the capacity of love and caring that was clearly evident in Darius. This story is more than a second chance, it is two soulmates, enduring it all, and getting the life they paused, all that time ago <3

[nostalgia-tblr]

I watched Avengers: Age of Ultron (apart from I skipped some overly long action sequences) and I am not sure so can someone tell me whether or not Tony Stark was the baddy in that film? Because about halfway through I was sure he was but then it was maybe just an evil robot after all and I am confused because either this film was surprisingly subversive or it was about robots hitting each other.

[whateuniceats]

Food I Ate This Month Part 1~~ :D

[ranchstoryblog]

Little Unboxing: Nendoroid Claire!

Something fun came in the mail today! It's what will hopefully be the first of a few Story of Seasons Nendoroids: Claire!

Freeing her from her plastic prison, it's time to start messing with all her little accessories. She comes with a little tiny cow and a baby chick, as well as a turnip and (unpictured, whoops) watering can.

She also comes with alternative arms, hands, and shoulders so she can be posed in different ways. Perhaps the pose in the second image is what someone sees when she shows up to their place of business to joyously hand them a turnip she's had in her fridge for two months?

You can also slide out the box's interior and instantly create a cute little farm diorama! It's a little small if you want to use the included stand to hold up Claire, but otherwise it's a nice fit. The golden watering can was an exclusive bonus when ordering from the Goodsmile Shop.

Of course, you can also just pose her alongside any other Nendoroid figures you've collected. It's truly wonderful to finally have a figure of a character from this iconic series, so I'll definitely be trying more poses and taking more pictures in the future.

While preorders through Goodsmile have closed, she's still available if you missed her from some of their partner shops. For example, Big Bad Toystore still has US preorders available, which are shipping early next year. You might also be able to get lucky and get some of the extra stock from Japanese retailers and have her shipped right away, such as from HLJ. Just be mindful of that extra shipping cost if you go the import route to get her sooner!

If you're hoping for other characters from Story of Seasons to get figures, such as Pete, Gray, Marie, the Harvest Goddess, Nami, Rock... Whoever! Be sure to use the official request form! We made a guide on it and everything! And don't forget to try official names too! The AWL protags are Sion and Maya!

[diamondheartyux]

Cleanse Me

little blasphemy, lot of smut x Mingi

Genre: Smut ⚠️18+ only!⚠️

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: religious themes, aggression, pet names (my fave), more good girl'ing in here (also a fave, my bad), a little derogatory language (sorry....but like, it's hot okay?)

This is part one of my smutty priest series I aptly named The Cumenant: Sinful Sacraments. It has 8 chapters with one bonus chapter, but I currently only have four parts out! Every story deals with religion in some smutty way and it's kind of fun to write. Hopefully you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!

ETA: I have a playlist for this series! It's all the vibes.

He shoves me forward and I stumble, catching myself on the wooden wall as my knees hit the seat inside. My chest heaves as my breath comes in quick, short rasps. My stomach flutters in anticipation as I hear the door shut with a slam. The space is barely big enough for one person, much less two but somehow he’s managed to force us in here together. I look over at my shoulder to catch him staring at me, his eyes scanning my body. He runs his tongue over his lips and I shiver, squeezing my thighs together. He takes a long, slender hand and runs it up the middle of my back into my hair before he swiftly gathers it in his fist, snatching my head backwards.

A soft moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. He takes his free hand to my waist, squeezing my hips before running his hand down my thigh, guiding my knee onto the fabric lined seat, his robes brushing against my skin slightly. The feeling sending a flutter straight to my core.

Another tug of my hair frees another moan from my lips. His face comes closer and I feel his breath on my cheeks as he rasps in my ear.

“Quiet little chick. You don't want anyone in the church to hear, do you?”

The last words are higher in tone than the rest of the sentence indicating the smirk on his lips. I shiver, a total mess in his hands and quite the contrast to when I came here.

His lips meet my bare shoulders, kissing slowly up to my neck, stopping to nibble below my ear lightly. His hand runs from my knee, up my thigh to my stomach before diving down the front of my skirt. His fingers brush against me teasingly and I push my hips forward, desperate for friction.

A deep moan hits my ears before he chuckles. “So needy. Are you that desperate to be touched by the word of God or is it the hands of the messenger you seek?”

The words send a jolt through me that pools between my legs. His fingers slide down further, making lazy circles on my clit. It's just enough to leave me wanting more. Desperate for more of him, I reach my hand back to grab him, fisting his robes between my fingers.

I rock my hips against his hand, his lips traveling across every inch of available skin. He tugs my hair again and I let out a small squeak. In one swift motion, his hands leave me and flip me around to face him.

My body pressed against his in this small space. His hands find my hips, squeezing as he presses his lips to mine. I sigh against his mouth, grateful for the contact. He kisses me softly with a sweetness that contrasts to the huskiness in his voice.

He nips my bottom lip with his teeth, his tongue slipping in my mouth as I groan at the act. Our tongues dance back and forth, tasting each other with an urgency. My body hums as it presses against his and my hands run up his toned arms then up to wrap around his neck.

With great finesse, he spins us around to where his back is the seat and mine is to the door. He pulls his lips from mine and I whimper at the absence of them against mine. He sits down, his robes cascading around him, before he pats his leg.

“Come here, little chick” he mutters softly, the sound almost a deep groan. I don't even think. My body immediately moves as I toss my legs on the sides of his to straddle him. His hands come to rest on my waist, squeezing lightly before sliding down to cup my ass. The touch sends a shiver through me, my body aching for more.

I lean in to press my lips against his once more, groaning as the velvety warmth of them connect to mine again. The need leaks from my mouth into him and I find myself grinding my hips against his lap, desperate for friction. A chuckle leaves his lips and I catch it with mine, swallowing it as if it were the oxygen I needed in my lungs.

I pull myself away from his face and begin to kiss down his jaw to his neck, stopping to pepper the area with soft kisses and small nibbles. My teeth connect with the sensitive skin of his neck and I hear him draw in a sharp breath before his hands squeeze my ass. I grin and, like the tease I am, do it again. After the third time, instead of inhaling, he lets out a small growl and a hand lifts off my ass only to connect with it again seconds later.

The slap makes me jump, the sting hurting just enough to be pleasurable. Just enough to turn me on even more. My hands roam his robes as I suckle softly on a spot on his neck right below his ear. Bunching them up as my hands descend, I begin to desperately search for the fastenings of his pants. I needed to touch him.

He arches his hips forward slightly when my hands find the top of his pants, the bulge in the front prominent. My mouth waters at the sight. I take my time unfastening his pants all while kissing my way down his robe covered chest, sliding out of his lap and onto my knees in the floor before him.

I unzip the zipper of his dress pants and he lifts himself up enough to allow me to pull them down. I run my hand across the front of his underwear, lazily stroking him through fabric to tease him which gets a very small grunt from him. I snake my fingers under the waistband of his underwear and tug them down, him once again lifting enough to pull them down, watching as his erection springs free.

Butterflies flit in my stomach and my pussy tingles at the sight. He's perfect. Not too big but big enough to fill me out when I can finally sit on it. But that was for later. Now was the time to play. I reach up and wrap my hand around him, stroking him softly and slowly a few times before I flick my tongue over his head. I am rewarded with another groan. Of approval or of impatience, I didn't know and I didn't care.

Watching him, I run my tongue around the circumference of his head like a lollipop before I tap it rapidly against my tongue. I then lift him up and run my tongue from the base, up his shaft back to the head before I suck it into my mouth. A sigh of relief blows across the box we're in. I hum in approval, sucking him softly.

I start with lazy motions, taking my time to tease him before I slowly slide my way down his shaft until his cock is buried in my throat. I suck on him like I would suck a drink through a straw before I gag and bring myself up. I let him fall out of my mouth, a trail of spit dangling between my lips and his head before I spit on it, using my hands to twist and twirl it around the sensitive tip.

His hips buck upward slightly and I smile slyly before I suck him back into my mouth only this time, I suck him harder. My hand pumps faster. Teasing time is over and now I need to suck his soul from his body. Still working his head, I unwrap my hand from his shaft and drift down to his balls, taking them gently in my hands to fondle slightly. He suppresses a moan which only fuels me further.

I slide my way back down his length again, forcing all of him in my mouth, the gag hitting quicker this time. I pull back again, my eyes never leaving his, as I begin to twist my hands up and down his cock again when I hear the neighboring door open and close.

My eyes widen and I stare at him but he does nothing but thrust his hips up again then points to his cock in my hand. “Keep going princess” he mouths at me and a small rush of excitement zips through me. I take him back into my mouth, sucking softly this time as I listen to what's happening.

I hear something slide open and then his robes are being tossed over my head. I stop for a second only to be greeted with a pat on my head. I pick up my pace, feeling a little bratty, and I work his cock like my life depended on it.

In the booth next to us was an unsuspecting patron, asking for forgiveness of their sins while their priest sat listening, committing his own sins. The idea made me wetter than I already was. I shoved his cock back down my throat, sucking as long as I could before the gag I knew was coming could stop me when I felt his hands come to my head.

I gagged but instead of being able to come up, he held me down, thrusting his hips upward to push himself deeper into my mouth. The motion caused me to gag again and I felt his fingers curl up as if trying to grab my hair before he lifted them. I lifted my head enough to take him out of my mouth before laying my head on his thigh, my hand working him faster and faster.

His legs squeezed me slightly, and after catching my breath, I took him back in my mouth and all the way down until he hit the back of my throat. His hands came to my head again, applying pressure to keep me where I was, before he began thrusting himself against me. I listened as he prayed over the patron next to us all while fucking my face undetected. It was blasphemous.

The last thrust into my mouth was held there, causing me to gag again. This time so hard tears began to run down my face. I try to pull back but his hands hold me in place. I hear the little window slide shut and moments later, the door opens and closes next to use. Only then does his hands come off my head.

I scramble out from under his robes, my face streak with tears, panting from the lack of oxygen from being underneath them with no air flow and having a dick shoved into my lungs. He looks at me approvingly, a flash of animalistic need sparking in his eyes.

“Stand up” he commands. And I obey. He stands up, turning us around again, now my body is at the bench again.

“Turn around. Hands on the wall.” I shiver at the authority in his voice but do as he tells me to. His hands run up my thighs and under my skirt, pushing it up over my ass to rest on my lower back. He moans a little at the sight of my all but bare ass. My thong gave little coverage to the cake I packed for the picnic.

He runs his hand along the inside of my thighs before spreading them, gently placing one of my knees on the bench. He rubs my ass softly before leaning over to kiss my shoulder. His hands trail down my back again and I whimper. I know what's coming next.

His hands come down around my ass again before he gives one side a little smack, causing me to jump.

He leans over again, this time to whisper in my ear. “Hope you're ready for me, little chick.” A shiver runs down my spin then morphs into a tingle in my pussy. I feel his fingers slide under the thin layer of my underwear before pulling it to the side.

With no warning, he slams into me, burying himself to the hilt. I moan audibly, a mix of relief and the feeling of fullness overwhelming me. “Aht aht,” he growls softly before covering my mouth with a hand, his other gripping my hip tightly

“If you can't be quiet, we can't finish this and I really, really want to finish this princess. Arasso?” he all but moaned in my ear. I shuttered and nodded my head because I also really, really wanted to finish this.

“Good girl” he whispered before taking the hand off my mouth and moving it to my other hip. He pulled back before slamming into me again. I clamped my mouth shut, fighting the moan begging to be released. There was no build up. He went straight to fucking me hard and fast, slamming into me over and over.

I bit my tongue to keep from screaming out at the pleasure rocking through my body with every thrust, choosing small, feeble whimpers and whines instead. Every noise I made was met with a soft moan from him.

“God, I love the way it sounds when you whine for me. Say my name, princess.”

I'm scared to open my mouth because I can't promise I won't sing at the hands of this man but he doesn't give me a choice. He slams into me harder this time

“Say. My. Fucking. Name”

Heat begins to coil in my stomach and I obey the command without another though. It's hard to think when everything feels so fucking good

“F-father S-s-song” I whine as softly and fully as I can. He chuckles but never slows his strokes. “No, baby. Not like that.” he purrs

With every upward thrust, the dam holding back the tsunami of pleasure swirling inside threatens to break. My ability to think is slowly fading. All that matters is the warmth in my stomach threatening to explode.

“M-mingi….Mingi-ya” I whimper out finally. A guttural groan dances into my ears and I shutter. His leans over, wrapping his arms around my midsection before he begins to fuck my wilder than anyone has every before. He slams into my harder and faster over and over while peppering my back in soft kisses.

My body rocks back and forth with every stroke as I try to catch his stride and move in rhythm, working with him to send us both over the edge. The pleasure is insurmountable, my eyes roll back before my head lolls forward, moving on hand to hold his. The bliss is almost overwhelming. The sounds of our bodies meeting filling the space and it's music to my ears.

He's still holding me, kissing my back all over when I hear him whisper, “I want you to cum for me. Be a good girl and cum all over this dick.” Another whimper leaves my lips as his words send me to the edge. His pace never slows, finally cracking the dam holding the euphoria back.

“Mingi, I-” my orgasm rocks through me in waves, sending my head in a spiral. I gasp, slapping a hand over my mouth to hold back the scream begging to be released. I arch my back, pushing myself further against him as he continues to slide in and out of me. My muscles contract around him as wave after wave after wave wash over me.

My body trembles under him as the sensation subsides. I drop my hand from my mouth to brace myself against the wall again. He leans back up, his hands sliding down to my hips once more.

“What a good girl” he says as he slaps my ass one good time. I bit my lip to suppress a yelp, it coming out as a small groan. He moans at the sound, cursing under his breath.

“You feel so fucking good. Are you ready for me to fill you up like the little cumdumpster that you are?” I turn to look back at him.

“Please, Father. Cum for me. Fill me up please.” I beg him quietly. Another deep groan radiates from his throat as he begins to fuck me without abandon. I can tell by the sounds coming from him that he's close. I turn towards him and whine softly, “cum for me Mingi-ya.”

Those words were what finally threw him over the edge. He slams into me one last time, fighting the moan threatening to spill into the space around us as he cums hard, spilling his sticky, hot seed into me. His fingers dig so hard into the skin of my hips, I know it will leave little bruises for me to find tomorrow. He thrusts in my lightly as the last wave of his orgasm subsides to which then he leans over me again, kissing my shoulder gingerly. After standing back upright, he slowly pulls himself out of me, his robes that were bunched up at his waist falling down.

He stands me up, readjusting my clothing and running his fingers through my hair to straighten it back out before he pulls his underwear and pants back up to adjust his own clothing, smoothing out his robes when he's done. He gives me a sheepish smile before planting a soft kiss on my lips.

He turns and opens the confessional door, checking to see if anyone was around before he signals for me to walk out behind him. I follow suit quickly. Once we are out of the booth and looking inconspicuous, he turns to me, that shit eating grin of his that I love so much plastered on his face.

“I always enjoy our confessions. Can't wait to see you next week, princess.” He winks at me, still smiling, before he turns, walking to the front of the sanctuary and leaving me to walk out of the church pretending like his seed isn't dripping down my legs with every step I take.

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Bad Day at Black Rock | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: panic attack/PTSD, recovering from a sexual assault (HEED THESE WARNINGS ESPECIALLY FOR THIS CHAPTER), canon violence, canon gore

Word Count: 6673

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“What?!” you exclaimed. “She’s a demon, and you didn’t gank her?!”

Sam had just finished telling you and Dean about this Ruby girl he’d met. 

“No, (Y/N), I mean, she seemed pretty helpful on the Seven Deadlies case.”

“Wait, she’s the blonde chick?!” you realized. “Why the fuck would a demon help me?”

“I don’t know,” Sam answered. “That’s what I’m trying to understand, too. And if she helped us then, I don’t see why I shouldn’t have at least listened to what she had to say.”

“Because ‘demon,’ that's why,” Dean snapped angrily. “I mean, the second you find out this Ruby chick is a demon, you go for the holy water! You don't chat!”

“No one was chatting, Dean,” Sam huffed.

“Oh yeah? Then why didn't you send her ass back to Hell?”

“Because she said she might be able to help us out!”

“With what, though, Sam,” you chimed in. “You’ve never said how she’s supposed to be able to help us. Or with what.”

“She told me she could help Dean,” Sam said quietly.

Dean seemed to not understand.

“With the crossroads deal, I’m assuming,” you told him.

Sam nodded.

The older brother looked at Sam incredulously. “What is wrong with you, huh? She's lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is; it's me.” Dean paused for a second. “What else did she say?”

Sam was quiet again.

You and Dean leaned in expectantly. “Dude?” the older brother questioned.

“Nothing. Nothing, Okay?!” Sam snapped. “Look, I'm not an idiot, guys. I'm not talking about trusting her, I'm talking about using her. I mean, we're at war, right? And we don't know jack about the enemy. We don't know where they are; we don't know what they're doing. I mean, hell, we don't know what they want. Now, this Ruby girl knows more than we will ever find out on our own. Now, yes, it's a risk, I know that, but we need to take it.”

“You're okay right, I mean you're feeling okay?” Dean asked.

Sam huffed. “Yes I'm fine. Why are you always asking me that?”

You looked between the two brothers when a phone began ringing. You checked your pockets; no buzzing. Sam and Dean’s phones weren’t ringing either. 

“Check the glove box, it's Dad's,” Dean suddenly realized.

“Dad’s?” Sam questioned.

“Yeah, I keep it charged up in case any of his old contacts call.”

‘Smart boy,’ you thought.

Sam opened the glove box and found the ringing phone. “Hello? Yes... this is Edgar Casey… No! No, no, no, don't – don't call the police, I'll handle this myself. Thanks. You know, can you just uh, can you just lock it back up for me? Great. Uhm, I- I uh, I don't have my - my book in front of me—” Sam gestured to you for a pen, which you quickly handed to him— “do you- do you have the address so I can... Sure, okay. Go ahead. Right, thanks a lot.” He then hung up and turned to Dean. “Dad ever tell you he kept a container at a storage place?”

“What?” Dean asked.

“Outside of Buffalo?”

The older brother shook his head. “No way.”

“Yeah. And someone just broke into it.”

***

“No demons allowed,” Sam noted upon entering his father’s storage container. A large Devil’s Trap was etched into the ground, and two sets of bloody footprints traveled right through it. 

“Check this out,” Dean said, stooping to hold up a tripwire. It was attached to a shotgun hidden in a large animal skull. 

“Whoever broke in here got tagged,” Sam said.

“I got two sets of boot treads here,” you announced, “looks like it was a two-man job. And Buckshot Boy looks like he kept walking.” You nodded toward the bloody footprint trail leading into the container.

“So, what's the deal?” Sam wondered aloud. “Dad would do work here or something?”

“Living the high life, as usual,” Dean quipped.

The three of you crept around John’s storage locker, and the two brothers chatted about how much of a mystery their father still was to them. You took in the varying types of clutter. To your surprise, the room was filled with old memorabilia; photo albums, a graduation cap and gown you assumed was Sam’s, and a few boxes whose contents were written on the outside of them in a woman’s handwriting you assumed belonged to Mary. 

You smiled at a trophy on a shelf nearby. “Check it out,” you said, picking it up and dusting it off. “Sam Winchester, 1995,” you read aloud, “Soccer Division Championship.”

Sam grinned and came over to you. “No way! I can't believe he kept this.”

“Yeah,” Dean smiled lopsidedly, “it was probably about the closest you ever came to being a boy.” He wandered over to another table with a shotgun laid on it. “Oh, wow! It's my first sawed-off. I made it myself. Sixth grade.” The older brother laughed and pumped the dusty shotgun.

“You made that?” you questioned.

“Not bad, eh?” he grinned excitedly.

“No, not at all,” you giggled. “Damn, dude.” You took the gun from him and inspected it, impressed with Dean’s craftsmanship. He smiled proudly at you.

“Guys, over here,” Sam said. You followed his voice over to a door to a back room. The chain on the door had been cut, and you cautiously made your way inside.

You waved your flashlight around the room to find varying weapons and lockboxes that no doubt held nasty supernatural objects.

“Holy crap. Look at this,” Dean called, “he had land mines. Which they didn't take. Or the guns. I guess they knew what they were after, huh?”

You took in the lockboxes on the shelf on the far wall. “This is binding magic,” you pointed out. “Curse boxes.”

“Curse boxes?” Dean questioned. “They're supposed to keep the evil mojo in, right? Kinda like the Pandora deal?”

Sam nodded. “Yeah, they're built to contain the power of the cursed object.”

“Well, Dad's journal did mention a whole bunch of stuff, y'know? Dangerous hexed items, fetishes. He never did say where they ended up,” Dean added.

“Must be his sulfur-sludge dump,” you joked. You noticed a rectangular-shaped hole in the dust that had settled over the shelf. “Well, they found what they were looking for.”

“Great,” Sam groaned.

“Well, maybe they didn't open it,” Dean suggested optimistically. 

“Cute thought, but I’m sure they did,” you replied flippantly. You looked around the exterior of the storage unit for anything that could be of use to you; footprints, tire tracks, and… aha! A security camera.

“That’s helpful,” you noted, pointing up at it. 

The boys helped you fish the SD card out of the security camera, and you hooked it up to your computer. 

“There, license plate,” you noted. “And now…” you pulled up an alternate tab and copied the license plate number into it. Immediately, pages began scrolling of places the license plate had been seen at. Most recently, an apartment not too far from you. 

“Ta-da,” you announced childishly, and the brothers looked at you in shock.

“Jesus, (Y/N), how’d you get access to all this?” Sam asked.

“Oh, y’know,” you smirked, trailing off. 

Sam looked at you expectantly. 

“Same way any hackers do,” you shrugged. “Had this guy on the hook for a bit when I was, maybe, twenty. Found out he was an FBI agent in the cyber unit— not the brightest of the bunch— and I phished his computer. Of course, as soon as I did, the computer broke and shut down. Told him I was good with computers and could fix it for him, and then, I cut and run. Fixed the laptop up and had access to everything he had access to. Exported it to my laptop, ditched his somewhere in Arizona, and here we are.”

“That is…” Dean trailed off, “incredibly hot.”

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a smile. 

“Get a room,” Sam mumbled, moving over to the Impala.

***

You and the Winchesters crept into the apartment belonging to the drivers of the stolen Connecticut vehicle, guns drawn. You could hear two men chattering about their poker game, and then you finally burst into the room on Dean’s nod.

“Freeze, freeze! Nobody move!” he commanded.

“He said don’t fucking move!” you ordered, pinning the bandaged, redheaded man to his seat with your gun.

“What is this?” the other man questioned.

“Stop!” Sam demanded. 

“Alright, give us the box. And please tell me that you didn't–”

Sam cut Dean off. “Oh, they did.”

“You opened it?!” Dean grunted. He shoved the dark-haired man against the wall.

“Are you guys cops?!” the man pinned wondered.

“What was in the box?” Dean questioned angrily.

You noticed a rabbit’s foot on the edge of the table. ‘Oh, fuck,’ you thought. 

“Oh, was that it, huh?” Dean laughed coldly. “It was, wasn't it? What is that thing?”

The man used Dean’s distraction to knock the gun out of his hand. When it fell to the floor, it fired, and you had to drop to the floor to avoid being hit in the face by the bullet.

The bullet ricocheted off the radiator and hit Sam’s gun, and he dropped it. The same bullet somehow ricocheted and hit a lamp, breaking it. You dove across the floor, trying to grab Sam’s gun, and the redheaded man pushed Sam down on top of you.

“The fuck, Sam?!”

“Sorry!”

You scrambled toward the redhead, and he backhanded you, somehow knocking you off balance and sending you to the floor. You normally wouldn’t have been so thrown off by such a simple move, but that rabbit’s foot was definitely working its magic. 

“Dean, I got it!” Sam announced. You turned around to see him holding the rabbit’s foot.

“Fuck, Sam, no!” you cried upon seeing him holding the cursed object.

The dark-haired man moved forward holding Dean’s favored gun and cocked it in his face. The man pulled the trigger in Sam’s face, but the gun jammed. 

‘Thank god.’

A quick scuffle ensued in which the two men opposing you had a bookshelf fall on them and a carpet got wrapped around their ankles and tripped them. Both men knocked themselves out, and Dean laughed triumphantly.

“That was a lucky break!”

“No, not lucky!” you shrieked. “Sam, that’s a rabbit’s foot!”

“Uh, yeah?” he said, as if it were obvious.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?” you panicked. 

“No, what are you—”

“I’m calling Bobby,” you said, storming out of the apartment and back to the Impala. 

“Whoa, whoa, why? I’m not seeing how this is a bad thing, (Y/N),” Dean countered, catching up to you. 

“Because that’s a rabbit’s foot, Dean! A cursed object! Its literal function is to bring bad luck,” you explained.

“How?” Sam asked. 

“Once you touch it, you’re marked. Luck’s gonna be on your side.”

“Better buy some lottery tickets then,” Dean chuckled excitedly.

You glared at him. “But if you lose it, you’re fucked. It’ll keep bringing you bad luck till it eventually kills you.”

“Well, I just won’t lose it, then,” Sam tried. 

“Everybody loses it, Sam! That’s the whole point!”

The two boys looked slightly shaken; Sam more so than Dean. Dean was laughing all the way to the bank on this one, and he dragged you and Sam to a gas station to get lottery scratch-off tickets. Then, he drove you to a restaurant chain location called Biggerson’s for some dinner. 

You sat on the phone with Bobby, the two of you angrily muttering about the insanity of the situation to each other.

“Gotta say, kid,” Bobby started, “was hoping the next time I heard from ya, it’d be on happier terms than this.”

“Trust me, me too,” you sighed. “Do you know of anything that can stop this?”

“I’ll dig around—”

Bobby’s voice in your ear was cut off by Dean triumphantly exclaiming, “twelve-hundred dollars! You just won twelve-hundred dollars!”

You grimaced and put the phone back to your ear.

“I’m guessing Sam’s luck’s still good,” Bobby drawled.

“For now, but I don’t know for how much longer.” You got out of the car, suddenly feeling suffocated in the Impala. You paced around, as did Sam, and you watched as he walked over to something glistening under a newspaper on the ground. 

“I’ll figure somethin’ out. Lemme look through my library and make some calls,” Bobby said. “Call me if anything else goes to shit.”

You laughed, and Sam stood up holding a golden watch. He turned to Dean who stood next to you and mouthed something like, “Awesome,” to his brother.

“Will do,” you told the older man on the phone. “Hurry, Bobby.” You hung up as Dean calculated the winnings from the scratch-off tickets he made Sam fill out.

“Oh, man!” Dean grinned. “We’re up fifteen grand!”

You and Sam half-smiled, both feeling unsettled still.

Dean continued to laugh as he walked into the restaurant with you hot on his heels. 

“In case you forgot, Dean, we’re still technically fugitives,” you hissed. “If Sam’s luck goes to hell, we could be royally fucked.”

“Don't worry,” Dean said easily. “Bobby 'll find a way to break it. Until then I say we hit Vegas, pull a little Rain Man. Sam can be Rain Man.”

“Look, we just lay low until Bobby calls back, okay?” Sam whispered. He turned to the man behind the host stand. “Hi, uh, table for three, please.”

The man’s face broke out into a grin, and he hollered, “Congratulations!” An alarm began to sound through the restaurant.

“It's exciting, I know,” Dean quipped.

“You are the one millionth guest of the Biggerson's Restaurant family!” the man announced. 

The staff surrounding you began singing and taking photographs while they shoved a giant check into your hands. Balloons fell from the ceiling, and you and Sam would’ve rathered been anywhere else. Dean was ecstatic, though, which you were happy to see. You’d suffer tremendous embarrassment fifty times over just to see him smile. That thought scared you a little bit; how you'd do anything for him. You had a tendency to be an extremist.

You were escorted to your table, and a gorgeous waitress in what was clearly a black bob wig approached your table. 

Her coy smile was alluring, but something about her wasn’t sitting right with you. Still, nothing seemed off through the rest of the meal. Sam clacked away on his laptop rattling off bits of lore he was reading on rabbit’s foot Hoodoo magic while you and Dean shared a bowl of ice cream. 

“I think from now on, we only go to places with Biggerson's,” Dean commented. 

The waitress came back over to your table with a pot of coffee and grinned at Sam. “Can I freshen you up?”

Sam nodded. “Thanks.”

The waitress poured, still smiling, and spilled some in her flirtatious stupor. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Let me mop up here. Sorry about that.” She hurriedly cleaned her mess and left the table, appearing to flirt with Sam over her shoulder even as she left.

“Dude. If you were ever gonna get lucky…” Dean trailed off.

Sam smirked. “Shut up.”

You smacked Dean’s shoulder. “I’m right here.”

Sam went to pick up his coffee, but he knocked the cup over and spilled it all over himself. Before you could process what was going on, he jumped out of his seat and into a waiter with a full tray. Things went flying through the air as Sam rushed profuse apologies. 

“Sam, check your pockets,” you said evenly. 

He did, and his hands came up empty.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean growled.

You and the brothers threw a wad of cash on the table and raced into the parking lot after the waitress. You noticed the black bob wig ditched on the ground a few feet from the door. “I knew it was a wig!”

“What?” Sam asked, turning around to you. He immediately tripped and fell flat on his face. 

“Wow! You suck!” Dean laughed, turning back to a groaning Sam.

“Ow,” the younger brother whined while you helped him up. His knees were bloody and raw through his ripped jeans.

“So what, now your luck turns bad?” Dean questioned.

“Yeah, Dean, I believe I’ve said that,” you remarked, and he glared at you. 

“Well, how bad does it get, genius?” 

“Really bad. C’mon,” you urged. 

“Where we goin’?” Sam asked.

“Back to the two jackwads that got us into this mess,” you said, hopping in the driver’s seat. 

“Whoa, who said you could drive?” Dean questioned.

“Me. Don’t be a child,” you said. 

***

You broke into the apartment once again to find the brunet man sadly downing a bottle of tequila. 

“Oh, man. What do you want?” the man asked.

“Heard about your friend. That's bad luck,” Dean tsked, referring to the death of the redheaded thief. 

“Piss off,” the man spat.

“We know someone hired you to steal the rabbit's foot. A woman,” Dean continued.

“Oh yeah? How do you know that?”

“Because she just stole it back from us.”

The man laughed. 

Sam stepped forward. “Listen man, this is seri—” and then he fell to the floor mid-sentence, pulling a CD player and a shelf down on top of him. 

You turned back to help the younger brother up. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” he said, smiling awkwardly in thanks for your help. 

“I want you to tell us her name,” the older Winchester continued to the man. 

“Fuck you,” was the only response he got.

“It wasn't a freak accident that killed your partner,” you tried, coming out from behind the couch.

“What?”

“C’mon, don’t tell me you haven’t been thinkin’ it. I thought you’d be smarter than that,” you challenged. That seemed to get under the man’s skin, so you continued. “That series of unfortunate events that had to happen to kill your partner— like, had you not seen it with your own eyes, you wouldn’t have believed it— that was the rabbit’s foot. If you don’t help us stop this thing, those deaths are on you, my friend.”

The man in front of you looked worried. 

“And I gotta tell you, it doesn’t seem you’re cut out for the whole killin’ thing. You don’t wanna be a killer, do you?” you continued to press.

The man shook his head, and his voice dropped to a whisper. “No.”

***

You left the apartment repeating the woman’s last name over and over in your head. The man told you “Lugosi” was the only name he and his partner were given when they were hired. 

You took out your phone and called Bobby. 

“Hey, (Y/N), glad you called,” you heard the man say. 

“Hey, we got a situation here—”

“I found a heavyweight cleansing ritual that should do the trick,” Bobby continued. 

“That’s awesome, thank you, but uh…” you trailed off, trying to decide how to phrase your next words. You decided not to sugarcoat it in the end. “Sam lost the foot.”

“He what?!”

“I know, I know,” you sighed. You turned back around to see Sam and Dean trying to use a broken storm grate to get gum off the bottom of Sam’s shoe. You shook your head at their faces when they noticed you; seeming like two little kids caught with their hands in the candy bowl. You returned your focus to your phone call. “Listen, you know anybody by the name ‘Lugosi’? Maybe mid 20’s, super hot, my height—”

“Aw, crap. It’s probably Bela,” Bobby said. 

“ Bela Lugosi? That’s cute, but never heard of her,” you replied.

“Bela Talbot’s her real name,” the older man continued. “Crossed paths with her once or twice.”

“How the hell would she know John had the rabbit’s foot? She a hunter?” you questioned.

“Pretty fuckin’ far from a Hunter, but she knows her way around the territory. She's been out of the country,” Bobby explained. “Last I heard, she was in the Middle East someplace.”

“Well, she’s back!” you mock-cheered, exasperated.

“Which means seriously bad luck for you,” the older man added.

“Thanks for the encouragement,” you quipped.

“Well, kid, if it is Bela, at least I might know some folks who know where to find her,” he finished. 

“Thanks, Bobby. For everything.”

“Just… look out for those two idjits.” And with that, he hung up the phone.

You sighed and turned back around to see Dean reaching through the storm drain and Sam looking dejected. 

“What happened?” you asked.

“I lost my shoe,” the brunet replied sadly. 

Your eyebrows furrowed sympathetically, and Sam’s head hung low. Dean seemed annoyed and huffed, standing up from the floor. 

“C’mon,” the older brother asserted.

***

Bobby did actually have a pretty good lead on Bela; she apparently lived in Queens about two hours away. 

“So what are we doing here?” Sam questioned, referencing the motel you’d just gotten a room at. 

“You, my brother, are staying here 'cause I don't want your bad luck getting us killed,” Dean stated. “And (Y/N), you’re staying with him.”

“What?! Why?” you protested. 

“Because Sam actually listens to you when you tell him not to do something. And you’re way more responsible than me,” Dean shrugged simply.

“Fair point,” you sighed. “Knowing you, you’ll touch the stupid rabbit’s foot, though.”

“Pfft, c’mon, it’s me we’re talking about—”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” you dryly stated.

Dean glared at you playfully as he walked Sam into a motel room. You followed close behind and peeked out the door to make sure you weren’t followed. 

“What am I even supposed to do, Dean?” Sam whined.

“Nothing! Nothing. Come here. I don't want you doing anything. I want you to sit right here—” the older brother pulled a chair into the middle of the room— “and don't move, okay? Don't turn on the light, don't turn off the light. Don't even scratch your nose.” Dean turned to you. “If I’m not back by midnight, take off.”

“What, you gonna turn into a pumpkin or something?” you snickered.

“(Y/N), I’m serious.”

“Since when?”

“(Y/N)—”

“Okay, okay, fine, I heard you.”

Dean smirked down at you and kissed your forehead. “I’ll be back,” he said.

You watched him leave, a bit of your heart tugging at being anywhere without him. Your feelings for him were certainly growing stronger, and it frightened you how constantly you needed to be near him. 

You turned back to see Sam wrinkle his nose a few times before finally risking a scratch at it. 

“Hey! None of that,” you said. 

Sam’s sad eyes turned to yours. “This fuckin’ sucks, man,” he sighed.

“I know it does. Kinda the whole point of the rabbit’s foot curse,” you commented.

He ignored your smart remark.

“Found anything on how to break Dean’s deal?” you asked.

Sam shook his head. “No. Did find out something interesting, though.”

“What?’ you asked.

“All my mom’s old contacts? All her old friends, the nurse who delivered me— they’re all dead,” he explained.

“What?!” you shrieked. “And you didn’t think to mention this before now?!”

“Shh, keep your voice down,” Sam said. “Didn’t wanna say anything in front of Dean; he’d go berserk.”

“You know I have to tell him, right?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“No, no! Please don’t,” he begged. “Please. You know he’d flip. And, uh, probably more because of the way I got that information than the information itself.”

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Ruby told me.”

“Oh, god.” You rolled your eyes and dropped your head back. 

“C’mon, (Y/N), I mean, I called, and it all checks out. It’s got something to do with me and the demon; I know you recognize that pattern,” Sam tried.

“I do, but I don’t like being constantly stuck in the middle of you and Dean,” you said. “I’m supposed to be Switzerland, remember?”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean Switzerland didn’t have information on the two sides, she just didn’t pick one,” he shrugged.

“Sam,” you warned, “You know how I feel about keeping things from Dean.”

“I know, I know, but you wouldn’t necessarily be keeping it from him, you’d be…” he trailed off, trying to think of a way to phrase his next words, “fulfilling a promise to me.”

“But I didn’t promise anything,” you argued.

“Please promise me you won’t tell Dean. Not till I’m ready,” Sam begged.

“Sam!”

“(Y/N/N), c’mon. Please, man. Please.”

You stared at Sam for a prolonged moment; you stared intensely and Sam looked up at you with puppy-dog eyes from his chair. You sighed and dropped your head forward. “Fine. But you are gonna promise me that you’ll tell Dean eventually. That’s my one condition.”

Sam nodded. “Deal.”

You shook your head and sat down on the edge of the bed next to Sam’s chair. “You Winchesters and your secrets.”

“Oh, like you don’t have any,” Sam deadpanned.

You looked up at the television and saw the reflection of your guard uniform and scratched-up face staring back at you. You took in a sharp breath and let it out slowly. “Touché.” You paused for a moment. “Sam?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.”

“What are you gonna do when—” you cut yourself off, tears beginning to well in your throat. You took a deep breath to push them down. “When Dean’s gone?” 

Sam shook his head. “(Y/N), no. He’s not gonna—”

“Sam,” you said. “We are trying everything we can. We’re two months into this thing and no closer to saving him than we were on day one. I stopped looking. Not ‘cause I don’t care anymore, but because I’m not gonna send you to Hell just so Dean can live. I mean, Bobby’s been lookin’, too! And he hasn’t found a damn thing. So I just think we have to be real with ourselves.”

Sam shook his head, tears in his eyes.

“I don’t wanna lose him,” you said, putting your hand on Sam’s knee to make him look at you and beginning to cry, too. “I don’t. He’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But… I’m scared, man. When I lost my family…” you closed your eyes at the memory of some of the awful things you’d done and would never forgive yourself for, “I don’t wanna do that again. And… And I just think that if we kept huntin’ together, we could keep tabs on each other. Make sure the other doesn’t go rogue, y’know?”

“I can’t believe you’re just gonna give up on him like that,” Sam spat, disappointed. 

“I’m not!” you argued. “But I’m not gonna help you kill yourself, dammit! Dean would never forgive me. I would never forgive myself!”

“Look, we’ve got ten months left. We’ll find something,” Sam continued. 

“I hope you’re right, man. I really do,” you said.  

Neither of you said anything for the next few hours.

During that time, you took out your journal and wrote. You didn’t usually keep journals when you were done with them as your duffel bag would be filled to the brim with them by now, but you were definitely going to keep this one; especially after Dean was gone. 

It was somewhat poetic that the first day you met the boys was the first time you’d written in this particular journal. Its pages were filled with your, at first, disdainful musings about the older Winchester brother and slowly but surely became your attempts at discerning your feelings for him.

You liked to buy quite thick and large journals to have enough room for your drawings and to be able to continue writing in them for months and occasionally years. This was the longest you’d been able to stretch one, though, and you were a little over three-fourths through writing in it. 

“I can’t help but wonder what comes next after all this,” you wrote, the pen gliding easily against the page in time with your racing thoughts. “I’ve always been awful about ‘futurecasting’ as Dad called it, but it’s even worse now. Every second I’m with Dean, I can’t help but think about how this is all gonna be over in less than a year. And it’s awful. I wanna be present with him. I just can’t. I don’t want there to be an end to us. I don’t even know if we are anything! He can’t even tell me he loves me.

“And I get it to some extent. ‘I love you’s are hard for him. Fine. I just wish he’d figure out some way to communicate with me that isn’t sex. I mean, the sex is great, but. I don’t know. And just after everything that happened, I’m not feeling great about having sex anyway. And I know it’s upsetting him, even if he won’t say anything; he’d never pressure me, and I know that. And I’m getting better about sex and related things. But it just sucks.

“And I don’t wanna bring any of this up with him and start fights because, as I’m painfully aware, that deadline is getting closer and closer every day. I just want him to be happy with me while he still can be.”

You dropped your pen when the air conditioning unit next to you began to smoke. 

“Oh come on, I- I didn't- I wasn't—” Sam whined.

“Just stay put,” you said. You jerked back in surprise when the unit suddenly caught fire. You grabbed the comforter from the bed next to you and began to put the fire out with it. Thankfully, the fire stopped. 

“I’m gonna see if I can get someone to fix that for us before your luck kills us both with carbon monoxide poisoning,” you said, starting toward the door. 

Suddenly, the door to the motel room burst open. However, it wasn’t Dean who opened it. It was two men. You drew your gun and cocked it, trained on the two men. “Get the fuck out,” you ordered. 

“I don’t think so,” said the older-looking man. He almost reminded you of Willem Dafoe, and you mentally pegged that as his name. The other man with a bizarre-looking mustache charged you, and you fired. Somehow, the bullet missed its target despite him being in such close range. 

“What the hell, Sam?!” you exclaimed. “Your luck’s rubbin’ off on me!”

“Sorry!” he winced.

The man charging you tried to restrain you in a headlock, but you kicked him squarely between the legs. You jutted your elbow back into his nose simultaneously, and the man dropped you. 

Unfortunately for you, though, Sam had been trying to help you by taking on Willem Dafoe. You turned around to see Sam unable to land a punch on the other man’s face. You tried to help him, but Sam ended up punching you across the face, and you were knocked out cold.

***

When you woke up, your arms were bound behind your back, and your legs were taped together as well. The men had laid you on your stomach, and you immediately began to struggle and panic, feeling your current position was too similar to the one you’d been in with the guard. 

“Dean! Help me!” you wailed without thinking. Your body was in autopilot as you struggled, and you couldn’t even focus on the men in the room. 

“Quit whinin’,” the man with the mustache told you. 

You could barely hear him over the roaring in your ears. “Dean!”

���I said shut up!” the man in front of you roared, slapping you across the face.

You couldn’t, though, continuing to flail like a fish out of water.

“Creedy,” the other man said, turning away from Sam and to his accomplice, “shut her up, please.”

“With pleasure.” The man took a rag out of his shirt and shoved it in your mouth, your muffled cries coming out around it. 

You vaguely heard Willem Dafoe beating the crap out of Sam while he talked about his mission from “god” to kill Sam. Then, the man drew his gun. His partner was unsettled, too, as you strained harder to get out of your binds. 

Suddenly, your saving grace appeared in the doorway. “Dean!” you cried through the gag in your mouth. 

Willem Dafoe turned around and aimed the gun point-blank at Sam’s forehead. 

“Nope. No destiny,” Dean said coolly referring to the man’s earlier comment about god and destiny leading them to Sam. “Just a rabbit's foot.”

“Put the gun down, son, or you're gonna be scraping brain off the wall,” the man replied, his tone ice cold.

Dean waved his Taurus around. “Oh, this thing?”

“Yeah, that thing,” look-alike-Dafoe responded. 

“Okay.” Dean put his gun down on the nightstand beside him, looking smug. “But you see, there's something about me that you don't know.” Dean smoothly picked up a pen off the nightstand beside the gun. 

“Yeah? What would that be?”

“It’s my lucky day,” Dean grinned. He tossed the pen toward Willem Dafoe, and it lodged in the barrel of the gun. ““Oh my God, did you see that shot?!” 

Forgetting all about your current situation, you started yelling through the gag, “You fucking touched it? You fucking idiot!” But all that came out was a muffled garbling of words. 

The man named Creedy lunged at Dean, but missed his punch completely. The man ended up running straight into the wall, and Dafoe was busying himself trying to dislodge the pen from the barrel of his gun. 

“I'm amazing,” Dean said smugly. He picked up the television remote and threw it hard at Dafoe. It hit the man square between the eyes, knocking him out cold. 

“I’m Batman,” you heard Dean suavely state, but you were too busy returning your focus to getting your binds undone. Now that the immediate danger was over, your body went back into panic mode. You yelped when you suddenly felt a hand on your back and fought even harder. 

“Hey, hey!” Dean coaxed. “It’s just me.” He saw you weren’t listening, and he immediately set to work cutting the duct tape binding your legs and wrists. Your hands shakily yanked out the rag in your mouth. Only then did you realize Dean was the one in front of you, and you leapt into his arms. 

He caught you easily, one hand around the underside of your back and the other around the topside your legs. You curled up into him and buried your face in his neck. 

“Whoa, hey, it’s okay,” Dean tried, but your shaking wouldn’t stop. You could feel your sobs slowly subside, but it took quite a while of Dean holding you for you to regain your composure. He pressed kisses into the side of your hair while he held you and tried to soothe you by telling you you were safe. 

You finally uncurled your legs from around Dean and let him put you down. 

Sam came up behind you to place a comforting hand on your shoulder. “You okay?” he asked. 

You nodded as you sniffled. 

“What happened?” Sam asked in that very unique-to-him soft voice. 

“I dunno,” you lied. 

Dean gave you a look that let you know he’d be asking more questions later. 

“C’mon, we gotta get the hell outta here,” you said, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. You could feel the boys giving you questioning looks as you gathered up yours and the boys’ things and stalked out to the car. 

*** “Alright,” Sam began, sprinkling cayenne pepper into the embers of a small fire you and the Winchesters had started in the middle of a cemetery. “Bone ash, cayenne pepper, that should do it.”

“One second…” Dean said absentmindedly, scratching off the last of his lottery tickets. 

“Dean—” Sam complained. 

“Hey, back off, Jinx. I’m bringing home the bacon,” Dean quipped. He stashed the cards in his jacket that he’d slung over a gravestone. “Alright, say goodbye, wascally wabbit.” He dangled the rabbit’s foot over the top of the fire. 

“Hey!” you shouted, whipping out your gun at the sound of a twig cracking. You aimed it at the sound, and Bela emerged from the darkness with hers drawn as well. 

“I think you'll find that belongs to me,” she said firmly. “Or, you know, whatever. Put the foot down, honey.”

“Oh, hell no,” you said, cocking your gun. 

Bela cut her eyes at you, shooting Sam in the shoulder.

You exclaimed, “What the—!” and Dean cursed, “Son of a—” as Sam collapsed to the ground. 

“Back off, tiger,” Bela told you. “Back off! You make one more move, and I’ll pull the trigger. You’ve got the luck, Dean. You, I can’t hit. But your brother? Him, I can’t miss.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” the older brother roared. “You don't just go around shooting people like that!”

The woman rolled her eyes. “Relax. It's a shoulder hit; I can aim. Besides, who here hasn't shot a few people? Put the rabbit's foot on the ground now.”

“Alright!” Dean mollified. “Alright. Take it easy.” He moved to drop the rabbit’s foot, but instead, he threw it at Bela. “Think fast,” he smirked. 

Bela caught the foot and immediately realized what she’d done. “Damn!”

“Now, what do you say we destroy that ugly-ass piece of dead thing?” Dean smiled in satisfaction. 

Bela sighed, aggravated. She dropped her arm and uncocked her gun, but you kept yours aimed at her as she moved over to the fire. 

“Would you stop pointing that at me?” her smooth voice came without looking at you. 

“Sorry, love. Don’t trust you,” you smiled in fake-politeness. 

She rolled her eyes and moved back to the fire. She dropped the foot into the fire. “Thanks very much,” Bela continued. “I'm out one and a half million, and on the bad side of a very powerful, fairly psychotic buyer.” 

“Wow. I really don't feel bad about that. Sam?” Dean turned to his brother.

“Nope. Not even a little.”

Bela’s gaze hardened. “Hmm. Maybe next time, I'll hang you out to dry.” She turned around and moved toward the gravestone where Dean’s jacket laid. You knew exactly what she was doing. 

“Have a nice night, girls,” Bela smirked. 

You glared at her. “Uh, uh! Turn around!” you ordered. 

“What?” she sighed, clearly annoyed. 

“Gimme the tickets,” you commanded.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied. 

“Yeah, you do. You can’t con me, angel.”

She grumbled angrily but took the stolen tickets out of her pocket and threw them to the ground. 

“Thanks a million,” you called after her. 

“You’re fuckin’ awesome, woman,” Dean admired, you assumed in reference to the tickets you noticed Bela stole. He came over to you and kissed you boldly. You giggled against his lips, and he held your waist firmly. 

Sam cleared his throat. “Hey! Bleeding out, here!” 

You broke away from Dean. “Oh, sorry!” you grimaced, moving to head back to the Impala. “C’mon, I’ll get you patched up.”

When you ensured the rabbit’s foot was burnt to a crisp, you and the Winchesters moved to the car. 

“You good?” Dean asked his brother. 

“I’ll live,” he responded. 

“I guess we're back to normal now, huh? No good luck, no bad luck. And we're up forty-six thousand.” Dean threw his arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple, waving the tickets around in the air. 

“Maybe we should hit Vegas, see how good our luck still is,” you suggested, smiling lopsidedly. 

“I like the way you think,” Dean nodded. “Whaddaya say, Sammy?”

“I think you guys are gonna end up blowing all our money on slot machines,” the younger brother dryly commented. 

“Ye of little faith,” you said. “If not Vegas, we can at least get ourselves a nicer motel room. Maybe we can graduate to hotels!”

“Ooh, yeah. One of those hotels with a jacuzzi tub.”

“Hell yeah—”

“Guys,” Sam groaned. “Still bleeding out, here.”

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hi💓 i saw that you wanted a scenario. maybe a challenge, or a competition, with lee skz ler skz, the one who can hold on the longest while being tickled, will win. like BTS did in this video👇🏻 https://youtu.be/IWD-9hUnLAI?si=KQoDCVywyIagiu9R

i hope you like it🎀

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A/N: Hii~ Thank you for the request and I'm so sorry it took this long 😖 I honestly have no idea how I ended up writing so much 😅 I hope you guys like it! (hope it's not too long🥺)

Skz were filming a special episode, a little gift for Stays on their birthday. The staff had proposed a challenge of composure, where each member would go through a series of different challenges to see who in Skz had the best composure.

It seemed like an easy win for elegant Felix or Chan at first…but the chick didn’t feel as certain when the first game was announced.

“Each player will take a sip of water and try to hold it for as long as they can while the other members tickle them. You can only use the tools you’ve been given and be creative. Everyone will get 1 chance each. Good luck!” The staff giggled as they announced the final rule: “Only 4 members can tickle the player at a time to keep it fair.”

Everyone got flustered at that. Were they all so ticklish that only four were allowed? The rosy tints on the member’s faces only made the staff laugh harder at them. They played a round of rock, paper, scissors to decide the order.

Chan:

Chan giggled at the excited faces of his kids. Minho and Han were cracking their knuckles in a cute attempt at intimidation.

Seungmin drew a line across his neck as he looked at the leader with unfiltered glee. And oh boy, Chan was so in for it.

He sat down, suddenly acutely aware of every inch of skin that was exposed from the outfit he was given.

“Jacket off, hyung!” The kids called as Chan took a seat in the center. He already felt vulnerable, like he was surrounded by a pack of hungry hyenas.

Chan slowly took his jacket off, stalling as much as he could. That wasn’t such a smart idea though, as the kids only grew more feral the longer he took.

A sneaky hand wiggled down the cut in the back of his shirt and Chan squealed, jumping out of the chair with a shiver.

“Yah that’s cheating!” He spun around to face a giggly Minho who hopped away when Chan reached for his sides. “Just wait till it’s your turn you little menace.”

“You’re not exactly in a position to threaten me right now hyung,” Minho waggled his eyebrows at him, fingers wiggling in his direction.

Channie blushed, trying to keep still when he could swear that those stupid motions set his nerves on fire.

As soon as Chan had taken his sip of water, the kids dived in. A second later the timer started. Felix, Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin were chosen to tickle him and boy oh boy was it bad.

So what the staff had failed to specify was if the other three could help and Seungmin being the smarty pants he was, urged Han and Jeongin to each grab one of the leader’s arms and hold them away.

Chan almost spat his water when his arms were ripped away from where they were glued to his sides. Staring wide eyed at a smirking Seungmin for only a moment before the tickles overtook his body.

The four tickling him cheered at the newly exposed spots and fingers quickly wiggled into Channie’s most sensitive spots.

Minho went straight for his armpits hollering, “One shot one kill,” as he dug into the center with his thumbs, vibrating the fingers in.

Poor Chan squeezed his eyes shut, his back arching off the chair as muffled laughter escaped his throat.

Then Hyunjin and Changbin went for his sides, pressing their fingers in through the tattered edges of his crop top.

And just to add the cherry on top, Felix grabbed at his thighs, squeezing the solid flesh in a way that just shouldn’t feel so damn ticklish.

Channie’s breath hitched in his throat, his lips curling as he tried to hold back. But when Changbin leaned down to blow a raspberry, he gave in, squirting the water straight in poor Lixie’s face.

The chick squawked in surprise, scrambling away, sputtering and begging for a tissue. Chan giggled, both at the younger’s adorable reaction and Minho’s hand that still hadn’t left his pits.

He pushed them away, this time successfully managing to land a poke at the kitten’s side.

“46 seconds….” The staff announced, looking amazed. Chan himself was stunned that he’d lasted that long. He passed on round two when Minho tried to sit him back on the chair.

“Seungmin’s next!!” The puppy shifted his weight nervously, putting on a brave face when Han and Jeongin brought their faces close, looking cocky af. “Are you ready? Are you Seungminie?”

Seungmin:

“Time for revenge puppy.” Chan called, eyes glinting with an excitement that had Seungmin gulping nervously, trying to muster his bravado. He planned to spit the water out the moment the timer started. “Whatever old man.”

“Oh you are SO getting it for that.” Chan fake glared at him, imitating Seungmin by drawing a line across his throat. The puppy just poked his tongue out mockingly at him.

“We’re gonna absolutely wreck you pup. Aren’t you excited?” Minho taunted, a challenging expression on his face that Seungmin met head on.

“Do your worst, grandpa.” He retorted, but the slight quiver in his voice betrayed his nerves. Minho levelled him with a death glare that Seungmin couldn’t help but grin at despite the looming consequences.

“You have to last at least 10 seconds, or you’ll have to go a second time for a minute with everyone.” The staff couldn’t have announced this at a worse time.

Seungmin stared blanky at them for a moment before his attention snapped back to the blatantly over excited faces of his hyungs and maknae.

Maybe it wasn’t his finest idea to taunt and tease them earlier. “W-wait, hyungs, Innie! I’m sohorry— please go easy on me?”

He gave them his best puppy eyes just to be met with scoffs and smirks. Felix pushed him into the chair, presenting the cup of water with impatient eyes.

“We’ll go soooo easy on you Seungminie, don’t you worry about a thing~” Han crooned from somewhere behind him, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Sighing, Minnie took a slow sip of water, accepting his fate.

“Get ready to laugh for us babyy~” As expected Chan, Han, Felix and Minho volunteered to tickle him, while Binnie and Innie caught his hands and held them away.

When the timer started, Han went straight for Seungmin’s stomach, determined to make the younger lose. Chan and Felix went for his sides and Minho clasped his hands over the puppy’s thighs, just above his knees and squeezed.

Seungmin made a strangely warbled noise, throwing his head back and clenching his eyes shut.

But that only exposed another weak spot to Chan, who scribbled eagerly at the sides of his neck, laughing when the puppy hurried to scrunch his shoulders.

Hyunjin and Felix cackled at the pup’s predicament, loving how his eyes glared even as his body writhed from the hands toying with his worst spots.

“What’s wrong Minnie? Why aren’t you laughing for us pup? Are we not tickling you enough?” Oh, Han was evil, taunting Seungmin, who for once couldn’t say anything back.

The quokka squeezed Minnie’s side with one hand, using the other to simultaneously wiggle a finger in his navel.

Seungmin gave up immediately, spraying a targeted stream of water at Minho who gasped and froze in shock at his spot near the pup’s thighs.

Seungmin was busy laughing his head off, almost toppling off his chair at the force of his laughter.

Then rough hands were dragging him to the floor and he found a furious Minho looming over him.

He could barely get a word out to plead his case when a finger was pressed right back into his navel and a thumb dug into his upper ribs.

Seungmin howled with laughter, two of his worst spots being exploited at the same time. “Are you having fun now pup? I’m certainly enjoying this.”

“STAHA-STAHAHAP!! MINHO HYUNG PLEAHEHEASE,” but nothing he said could save him from the older’s wrath.

The others watched fondly at the pair as Minho wrecked the puppy with a straight face and twinkling boba eyes.

Seungmin squirmed and kicked his feet and screamed when Minho bent down to press a raspberry on his lower stomach, bucking up with a hysterical shriek just to come crashing back down again.

“SOHO—SOHOHORRY, I’M SORRY!! HYUNG PLEHEHEASE!” But Minho’s hands on him remained merciless.

Finally, the leader took pity on the ticklish pup and pulled Minho off him. Seungmin panted loudly, lying star fished on the floor until his breathing evened out, tears slipping down the sides of his face.

He vaguely heard the staff calling out ‘17 seconds’ and smiled in relief. He didn’t think he could take a round two after how hard he’d just been wrecked.

Hyunjin felt a chill run down his spine when their collective attention slowly diverted to their new target. This game seemed like it was designed to make him suffer.

Hyunjin:

It was going to be so easy. All it ever took were a few well-placed fingers to get the ferret to surrender. With how ticklish Hyunjin was, this was hardly a fair game.

“You got me real good didn’t you Jinnie?” Chan’s voice promised nothing good.

“Cha-Channie hyung, it’s just a game, there’s no need for revenge…” The leader smiled devilishly at that.

“Yes Jinnie, it’s all in good. fun.” The menacing tone underlying those words pretty much sealed his fate.

Felix, Seungmin, Chan and Changbin stepped forward and Hyunjin shuddered.

The timer sounded and with it began his torture. “Hold him still Innie, Hannie. I got an idea.”

Chan whispered something in Changbin’s ear and with a smirk, the dwaekki hopped over to close his hands over Hyunjin’s eyes.

Great, now he would have to deal with everything feeling ten times worse. That was just what he needed.

He was so caught up in his head when a sudden scratchy sensation began at his ribs that he very nearly shrieked.

It took everything he had to keep his lips sealed when the strange sensation only grew more insistent and started to tickle him insanely bad.

Chan wielded the backscratchers with practiced ease, digging it lightly into Jinnie’s ribs while Felix scribbled lightly at his sides. Seungmin brushed his fingers along Hyunjin’s neck and Changbin blew in his ears.

“Guys aim for his worst spots, let’s make him lose!” Seungmin chirped from the audience. “Yeah then we can all get him back in round 2!!” Han finished excitedly.

Hyunjin tried to wrench himself free from the offending touches but the hands restraining him held fast. He could barely even move around in his chair, let alone anywhere out of it.

Hyunjin wanted to hide his face. He knew he looked funny with the pained expression he probably had on, so he tugged furiously at his arms…but it didn't so much as budge.

He let out a high pitched whine, his body contorting into the strangest positions, almost making it look like he was possessed.

That earned hysterical laughter from Felix and Han, who almost let go of Hyunjin’s arm. As expected, the sensitive ferret couldn’t take much.

When one final pair grabbed at his thighs, Hyunjin gave in, spewing the water out in a warm, albeit gross stream…..straight at Chan.

The leader scrambled away with a screech as everyone laughed after him.

“Oooh 8 seconds Jinnie. So close….well you know what this means hm?” Minho’s teasing voice sent shivers down his spine. Why couldn’t he have held on for 2 more seconds?!

The poor ferret couldn’t even process what he heard, too dazed from trying to hold back his laughter even when it had tickled so bad.

Unfortunately for him, everyone else heard the announcement loud and clear. 8 seconds. So close and yet so far away. He looked pleadingly at the rest.

“It’s just two seconds! You don’t have to do this…” He tried to talk his way out of it, changing tactics when no one seemed to buy it.

“This isn’t fair! You guys cheated. You went for a death spot, what was I supposed to do?!” Hyunjin complained, a bratty tone to his voice.

“Aww, it's not our fault you’re so ticklish. Every spot is a death spot for you~” Felix teased, confirming with the staff that Hyunjin wouldn’t need to use water for this round.

The artist was promptly pulled to the floor by Seungmin, blabbing on and on about how hard he was going to wreck him.

Nervous giggles bubbled up in Hyunjin’s throat but there was no running from them. Innie’s eyes glinted with malice as he watched the older get pinned down.

“Wait! Wait! I didn’t have enough time to prepare!”

“Nuh uh, no waiting.” Minho cut off his weak protests and the seven took their places around Hyunjin, Minho sitting on his hands, Lix straddling his hips and Han sitting on his calves.

Hyunjin couldn’t move a single limb as the quokka slipped his shoes off and Lix pushed his shirt up all the way to his chest, leaving his tummy and sides gloriously bare and just waiting to be tormented.

“Pl-please be nice,” the ferret begged as a last resort, flinching when a single finger swiped up the length of his socked sole.

The moment those awful, mean hands reached his stomach, Hyunjin bucked up, his own hands trying to move to protect the weak spot but Minho’s weight held them tight.

Giggles and laughter bubbled up in his chest, the artist’s face turning pink at the relentless sensation. It was a somewhat new spot for him.

Despite being in plain sight, he wasn’t tickled there as often but it already seemed like it was going to be one of his bad spots.

“Ahahahaha, Lihixie nohoho…” He giggled cutely up at the ball of sunshine.

His attention was diverted when Hannie began scribbling up and down his feet, randomly digging in to hear the ferret squeal loudly.

“Ahah! HANNIE FAHAHAHA- NOT THERE!! PLEHEHEASE I CAHAN’T TAKE IT GODS! ” The poor artist sounded so winded, overcome by a fit of laughter as his worst spot was exploited freely.

Then Seungmin, Felix and Chan aimed at his torso, their hands all varying in technique and roughness, making Hyunjin feel light headed.

Binnie and Lix each grabbed at his thighs, squeezing and scribbling the life out of them and the artist screamed.

“NAHAHAHAHA, nohohot there! I gihive, I give!” he shrieked, desperately writhing in their grasp.

Hysterical cackles and shrieks were the only sound Hyunjin seemed able to produce in his place, somehow managing to make it to the 1 minute mark without dying.

Although in all honesty he knew that everyone had switched to softer tickles midway, not wanting to overwhelm him.

Hyunjin felt like a mess when they let him go. He was pretty certain he looked the part too, with his clothes ruffled beyond help and hair tousled crazily.

But he knew the undeniable smile and tears of mirth streaking his face would be something Stay would like so he let it go.

Han:

“Your turn Hannie~ Get ready for death!” Felix declared with a clap, leading the jittery quokka to the dreaded chair.

Of course. He had helped in wrecking everyone else before him. Karma really was a bitch. He broke free from Lix, only to be cornered by the maknae who reached over to grab at his side.

“Ah NO! You cahahan’t do thihis to mee!!” He protested feebly, trying to back away from Jeongin.

A strong arm around his waist, however, sat him easily back on the chair.

When had their little baby bread gotten so strong? The cup of water was thrust in his face and Hannie shakily took a sip.

This time Jeongin was going to keep Hannie’s hands occupied while 2racha and Seungmin stepped up, armed with feathers and 3 backscratchers.

“We’re gonna wreck you Hannie~” Chan teased, his characteristic dimpled smile blooming on his face when Han giggled sweetly up at him. He pretended to melt off the chair, dramatically reaching a hand out to an amused Minho.

But for all his enthusiastic demeanor, all he got was a soft caress over his sides. It still tickled but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the mood he’d gotten just from watching Channie, Seungminie and Jinnie get tickled.

He whined, sounding distressed and Minho couldn’t help but pinch his cheeks. “Fine fine, we’ll do it for real this time.”

His words heralded chaos. Hands flitted everywhere that Hannie could imagine and it took everything in him to not burst out laughing that instant.

He didn’t want this to end just when it had gotten good! So he sat there squirming, with Innie holding his arms over and behind his head.

Hands attached to Han’s sides, another pair coming up to dig into the hollows of his armpits and Han shot up in his chair. He twisted and squirmed fruitlessly in Innie’s grip but there was no escape.

Muffled giggles flowed like a melody from his closed lips and Hannie’s cheeks puffed up, making him look more like a squirrel than ever.

The two eldest couldn’t help but coo at the adorable sight, even while Han was fighting for his life on that chair.

Then the fingers were replaced with the feathers and backscratchers, Binnie twirling and flicking at his sensitive neck and ears and cheeks, cackling away when Hannie let out frantic but subdued laughter.

Minho and Chan scraped at his thighs, sides, tummy and ribs with the tools. Basically any place they could reach at, switching between spots so fast, the poor lee malfunctioned.

His thighs were a death spot and the fact that his skin tight jeans allowed for the tools to glide easily all over the ticklish flesh only amplified the sensation that much more.

Minho leaned forwards, his breath ghosting over the quokka’s ear, making him shiver with how even that felt unbearable. “C’mon, you can last 30 seconds right Han-ah?” Lino asked hopefully.

But all the ace could do was shake his head and chant “I can’t, I can’t’ over and over in his mind, hoping that the words he couldn’t speak would somehow be conveyed to them.

So he did the next best thing, twisting away, muffled protests and pleas falling from his lips until Minho’s voice had him pausing every thought.

“I’ll tickle you so well when we get back if you get to 30 seconds,” he promised, pulling away to grin at the flustered baby. Hannie huffed through his nose but nodded slightly.

He didn’t know how he managed it but Hannie squirmed and thrashed and giggled his way through half a minute of this relentless torment.

But eventually, a sudden attack on his waist made him spray the water out. “Good boy.”

The kitten patted his head and rubbed his back as he heaved for breath, folded over the chair while his brain kept replaying the dizzying series of events that had just taken place.

He was going to get wrecked later…. Minho was going to tickle him to his heart’s content, and as much as Hannie wanted and in any way he wanted.

It was safe to say that Han.exe stopped working for a couple minutes till his brain processed that information.

And then the brightest of smiles lightened up his face, lips curving into the beautiful heart shape the members simply adored.

Next in line was a certain tsundere kitten, who glared pointedly at Hyunjin, daring him to so much as take a step in his direction.

Chan swatted at him for that, plopping him down on the chair and scolding him playfully to get ready. Minho was determined ot not give them the satisfaction of seeing him so much as cracking a smile.

Minho:

The moment the time started, the Aussie duo and Han lunged for him. With Binnie and Innie holding his arms away, Minho felt helpless.

Channie’s fingers danced all over his upper body and thighs, squeezing, scribbling, kneading and jabbing at random spots to have poor Lino squirming and kicking in his seat. His resolve crumbled almost immediately; tickles were his Achilles heel. The one thing he couldn’t stand.

“So cute~” Chan cooed, watching with growing amusement at how flustered the younger was.

He almost toppled over from all his thrashing, little squeaks and whines escaping, much to his horror.

Minho was mortally embarrassed.

All his frantic thrashing was being recorded. He just knew they weren’t going to let him live this down.

“So shy aren’t you little baby? You try to act so nonchalant, but you’re just a soft, ticklish little kitten, aren’t you?” Chan’s relentless teases had Minho’s brain short circuiting.

Even innocent Hannie and Minnie were affected, blushing red, even as their fingers still continued to run all over the older’s sensitive torso.

Chan laughed, delighted by the reaction he got. “Guys aim for his sides; he can’t take it there!”

The announcement had poor Lino is shambles. His shirt and hair were a mess and tears welled up at the corners of his squinted eyes.

More and more hands joined in at his waist, sides and tummy. Han pinched gently at his waist while Felix clawed at his belly.

At this point Minho wasn’t sure he could tell up from down, trying his best to keep in his desperate laughter. His ears shone crimson, little whimpers and held back giggles escaping now and then.

That was when Felix whipped out a backscratcher, teasingly waving it in the older’s face before moving it down and dragging it all over Minho’s thighs.

If he didn’t want to win this stupid competition, Minho knew he’d be screaming and begging now.

His thighs were a death spot and the fact that his skin tight jeans allowed for it to basically glide easily all over the ticklish flesh only amplified the sensation that much more.

For everything he handed out, Minho simply couldn’t take it.

Counting down to ten in his head, his mind just barely holding onto the numbers, he loudly gulped down the water.

Laughter rang throughout the room until he reigned in his reactions enough to yelp out a giggly, “STAHAHAP!!”

The hands lingered for a few more seconds before lifting off his now hypersensitive body, Chan offering him some water that he grudgingly accepted.

There was a smug murmur of how he couldn’t take what he dished out, Minho blushing furiously as he glared at Han, the squirrel withering away with a giggly apology.

“30 seconds!” The staff called and Minho wasn’t certain if that was right, it had felt like an eternity. He had no idea how he’d lasted so long without laughing.

Innie was next. The cute maknae, inched away from everyone until he was dragged back to the torture chair by a laughing Felix.

“Hyunjin and I will go! He’s too ticklish to handle four of us anyway.” Seungmin snickered at the red faced maknae, who threw him a dirty look for that last remark. Oh no. These two were merciless lers….. And so, it began.

Jeongin:

“Aww, always so ticklish, aren’t you little one? Does this tickle? How about here? It’s really too bad you’re going to have to take this hmm?”

Seungmin’s gloved hands were at his sides, drilling into the toned muscles with precise, torturous presses, making Innie buck up in his seat. The teases felt way worse than the tickling itself.

Jeongin really wanted the ground to swallow his whole right now. He just knew his face was so red right now.

However, he had little time to linger on his embarrassment when Hyunjin’s nails dragged over the taut skin of his collarbones, skittering left and right then up and down.

Innie threw his head back, shoes skidding and squeaking on the white floor, leaving dark marks all over. But he couldn’t care less about that.

Seungmin’s hands snuck under his shirt, running along his bare ribs and sides, lazily tracing the spots as if he had all the time in the world.

Oh that little demon puppy knew exactly how to get him. Innie shook his head, eyes shut tight as he tried his best to hold on just a little longer.

The moment he counted down from 10, Innie spewed the water all over a flabbergasted pup who pressed his fingers in in revenge, vibrating them to hear Jeongin howl with laughter.

Innie just barely managed to push him away with his weakened arms, dashing away and slumping in Hyunjin’s hold.

The older was more than happy to cuddle him. “12 seconds!” Innie sighed in relief, he’d just barely passed.

Changbin, cleared his throat loudly, eyes flitting about nervously when everyone turned to him. “Actually…I think I left the stove on. I’ll be right back!”

He tried to make a dash for the door but Chan and Innie were quicker, tackling the squirming rapper to the floor and tickling him to bits there.

“You thought you’d get away that easily after wrecking us all? Nuh uh hyung.”

Binnie squealed and pleaded, wriggling around on the floor when Chan held him down and Innie squeezed at his sides.

They let him go when the staff gestured at them, laughing at their antics.

Changbin:

Changbin sat down with a smile he didn’t care to suppress, taking a sip of water slowly at Hyunjin’s knowing look. Han and Chan volunteered to keep his arms away.

Hyunjin, Chan, Felix and Minho eagerly claimed their spots, circling Binnie like sharks. Then the timer started.

Felix targeted Binnie’s ribs with relentless pokes, Minho focusing on light, teasing strokes under his arms.

Chan and Hyunjin alternated between squeezing his knees and scribbling on his neck, leaving the poor rapper in stitches. He felt so helpless and exposed like this, with Innie and Han holding his weakened arms away.

“Is this bad Binnie? Oh, are you trying to say something?” Chan called in a sing song voice, fingers tracing all over his sensitive neck and broad shoulders.

“What! You can’t take this? That’s really too bad, isn’t it?” Hyunjin mocked from his spot at Binnie’s legs. They were ruthless.

Even the ones on the sidelines, were throwing teases and taunts his way. Felix’s fingers hovered over his torso, quickly moving over spots but not touching him yet.

And just when Changbin had thought he’d be able to handle this much… Minho and Hyunjin grabbed feathers and paintbrushes.

The artist skillfully ran the paintbrush over his upper ribs, twisting and curling the soft hair around the ridges and crevices of Binnie’s bulky body. Binnie squeaked, a cute sound that had everyone cooing at him.

He was about to explode from the sensations when Minho sunk his fingers into the pudge of his tummy.

He shut his eyes tight, shaking his head side to side but nothing he did seemed to alleviate the tingles running up his spine.

And then Felix started with the feathers, tracing them over his neck and setting every nerve it went over, tingling like a live wire.

Binnie’s body lurched to the side, away from them, his arm wrenching free from Han’s grip and clamping tightly to his side.

Giggly words sounded vaguely from his vocal cords but no matter which way he turned, the feathers and paintbrushes followed him.

And just to make it worse, Hyunjin added his fingers to the mix, digging and clawing at his sides.

The rapper gave in, spurting water everywhere as he hopped out of his seat and ran a safe distance away from the duo, folding over and rubbing at his hyper charged skin.

Residual giggles bubbled from his lips and Felix couldn’t resist sneaking behind the dwaekki and stuffing his hands up Binnie’s pits.

Changbin yelped out a laugh, once again hopping away from the smug Aussie. ”Hyung’s just like a bunny~ Aren’t you hyungie?” He teased fondly.

His timing came upto 15 seconds and Binnie’s face felt like it was on fire when everyone started to taunt him for it.

And for the final contestant… Felix couldn’t deny that anxiety had been simmering in his belly.

Felix:

“You really had a lot of fun with us…..didn’t you Lix?” Hyunjin scribbled his nails under the chick’s chin, watching adoringly when it made the younger smile brightly.

“You guys liked it~” He teased lightly, yelping when that earned him a jab to the side from a flustered Changbin.

“Aww feeling shy hyungie? You looked so cute when you were squirming around earlier. Hannie too, being all squeaky and adorable. You wanted more didn’t you, ticklish baby?”

His deep voice and the teasing lilt to it were a deadly combination. Binnie and Hannie didn’t stand a chance, the tips of their ears bleeding crimson.

“Drink.” Seungmin ordered stiffly, shoving the water in Lixie’s face before he could get everyone else. “You’re so cute puppy. Don’t worry, stays know allll about your little ‘secret’,” he taunted, laughing when Seungmin sputtered at his words.

Having had his fun, Lix took a big sip of the water, leaning back and holding his arms out without a care in the world. He knew he’d get the tickles he’d been craving all day.

Being the last had really riled up his lee mood and now he was willing to do and say just about anything if it got him the ‘punishment’ he wanted.

And with his comments earlier, he’d left quite a few of them raring to get their revenge.

The timer beeped, signaling Han, Changbin, Seungmin and Hyunjin to lunge at the chick. Han’s fingers alternated between feather-light grazes on Lixie’s sides and firm digs into his ribs.

“Still feeling brave Lix?” Felix’s initial enthusiasm vanished as fingers danced over his ribs and sides.

Hyunjin’s light touches contrasted with Seungmin’s firmer squeezes, the fusion leaving the little Aussie squealing through his zipped mouth.

Felix’s reactions were quite entertaining, the little chick trying to twist away, tugging wildly at his arms but they stayed firm, stretched up over his head and held together by one of Channie’s hands.

Lix shivered when his shirt was pulled up, giggling sweetly when Binnie ran a single finger up the curve of his spine.

Calloused fingers began skittering all over his back, digging in once they found his shoulder blades.

The chick let out a muffled scream, jerking forwards. He hadn’t expected it to tickle so much but that reaction only got Channie to pull him back by his wrists…right back into Changbin’s waiting fingers.

Felix kicked his feet, that being the only way he could relieve the tingly sensations taking over his body and threw his head back into Chan’s chest as giggles formed in his throat.

Then Seungmin lifted a hand to his torso, fingers drawing a tickly path from Lixie’s sides to his abs, then up to his ribs and right into his hollows.

A second pair of hands joined in, this time slipping under the bunched up fabric at the front and a finger circled the rim of his navel.

Lixie’s eyes snapped frantically to a smirking Hyunjin. “You seem to be enjoying this way more than any of us Lix. Got anything to say for yourself?”

Hyunjin dipped his finger in, giggling when Lix jolted in place, swirling around in his belly button as the little Aussie shook his head, giving him his best puppy eyes.

More fingers dipped into the ticklish skin of his lower ribs, and Felix couldn’t hold back as water dribbled down his chin in little rivulets, pulling with it an embarrassed squeak.

His laughter was set free. Happy, bubbly squeals of joy filled the space and the hands didn’t stop, even though the timer had.

They slowed to a stop when Chan noticed how blissed out yet tired his baby looked. Hyunjin helped him to his feet, catching the chick when his jelly legs almost gave out.

Round one concluded, Chan leading with a wide margin. They had to shift their schedules to later, everyone too exhausted to jump into the next part.

Luckily for them, their manager had already predicted as much, leading the sleepy kids back to the waiting room for some much needed rest.

[thehobbitchronicles]

You should date a girl who reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

if you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

— Rosemarie Urquico

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Rock Chick Regret by Kristen Ashley

 5 stars

audiobook

If there ever was a wounded character, then Sadie is the epitome of one! That woman kept going though and internalized everything. There have been few characters that affected me so much and so deeply. Because she was such an emotional force, Hector felt ‘less’ to me. I’m still not convinced he deserves her, but she wants him, so I’ll cut him some slack. Sadie doesn’t feel like a Rock Chick to me, but again, she wants to be one, and I want her happy. Loved her story, everything, even the ugly crying, and am so happy we got to know her <3

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Chick at a Rock Concert

Pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x Fem!Agent!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 5.8k

MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI. AGELESS/BLANK ACCOUNT WILL BE BLOCKED.

Summary: You’re a Kingsman agent and tag along for a mission at a music festival, looking for a distraction after the lingering loss of your fellow agents. Jack takes immediate notice of you, sparking a mutual attraction between the two of you. When he’s rejected by the “chick at a rock concert”, you take the opportunity to spend the day with him. That day leads into a night of even more fun.

Warnings: fem!reader, soft dom!Whiskey, age gap sorta (Age not specified for reader, Jack’s ego is just bruised), daddy kink if you squint (Jack refers to himself as it a few times, no hard feelings if you wanna just replace the word in your head because this isn’t a ddlg dynamic), praise kink, smut, oral (f receiving) p in v, soft turning into rough sex, cockwarming, dirty talk, pet names, no physical description of reader and “festival outfit” is left vague, smol amount of angst

A/N: I’m ngl this is pretty self indulgent. It’s been a brain rot simmering in my head for a few weeks. I just have a feeling Jack would go nuts over someone who tries to match his energy while wearing one of those sexy music festival outfits lol. Jack is one of my faves and I hope I’m able to do him justice. I’ve debated making this a one shot series or something to weave into the story of the movie but we’ll see lol. I did my best to keep the reader’s “backstory” vague. This is also my first smut, so kind-of practice for when I get to that point in my current Mando WIP. Also not beta read :D

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The mission was pretty simple, and you probably weren’t needed for it. But the previous days for you and your very few remaining Kingsman peers had been a disaster, to say the least. You volunteered to come along, knowing it was at a popular music festival. It was still work but it was also the small “break” you needed to have a moment away from the grief and sadness over losing so much. You just needed something, anything, to help forget for the time being.

You picked out a cheeky festival outfit, not uncommon for these kinds of events. Might as well try to blend in, you told yourself. Weaving through the crowd, you set to find Eggsy through the sea of eccentric festival goers.

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Eggsy had too much on his mind and was reeling from the current realization of how this mission was about to go down. Agent Whiskey demonstrated with his fingers and a subtle explanation of how to plant the tracking device on the target.

“Where is that other agent of y’all’s?” Whiskey asks, an undertone of annoyance in his voice as he takes a swig of his flask.

Eggsy stops walking, “she should be meeting with us any minute now. She told me she’s here already.”

Whiskey and Eggsy, while looking for you, had also spotted the mission's target. A woman lounging at one of the many outdoor bars of the event. Eggsy’s heartbeat quickens, he’s dreading every minute of this. But this mission is too important and he knows that.

Jack scoffs, “takin’ her sweet time, our girl is right over there.”

“Ah! There she is!” Eggsy shuts Whiskey down. Before he can continue to complain, he looks up towards you. His jaw hangs a little after Eggsy points you out as you stride towards them.

This was your first time physically meeting Whiskey, despite technically being in the same room as the “meeting” with Statesman’s leader, Champ. But you didn’t have glasses at the time that would allow you to see a projection of him in his seat. You couldn’t help but stare back at him as you got closer to the two.

Ginger warned you about him when she helped you set up for this mission. Telling you he’s a huge flirt and will likely make a pass at you. You didn’t exactly mind though, you weren’t afraid of a flirtatious encounter. You requested to read his file and after doing so, you really felt for him. You wanted to see the good in others, to understand them. And based on his past you could tell he’s been through a lot, and it’s probably complicated. You could at least empathize with him.

Aside from that, what’s wrong with wanting to have some fun? Maybe you both could help each other forget, just a little bit.

He drank in the sight of you in the outfit you’d chosen, and suddenly you were not regretting it because you could tell. You found yourself doing the same to him. He’s attractive, broad shouldered and golden skinned. He wore a Stetson, white T-shirt, leather jacket and jeans that did a beautiful job of capturing the shape of his slender hips and legs. A sharp nose and jawline, clean shave save for pouty lips with a perfectly groomed mustache atop them.

Approaching them, you sigh, “so sorry to make you guys wait, this place is packed!”

Whiskey seemed to be momentarily frozen until Eggsy breaks the silence with a clearing of his throat. He introduces you to him by your code name and actual name.

“And uhm, this is Agent Whiskey-“

“Jack. Jack Daniels.” Cutting Eggsy off while taking a large step towards you, not hiding the way his eyes take a quick look at you, up and down. He holds his hand out for you and you take it with a smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Jack.” Hearing you choose to use his actual name sends a thrill through him. A grin creeps across his lips, “darlin’, the pleasure is all mine.” He lifts your hand to his lips to leave a small, chaste kiss. You can’t help but giggle, both at the act and Eggsy giving a very exaggerated eye roll from behind him.

Jack’s eyes are a dark, chocolate brown and you don’t break the eye contact he maintains with you. They almost sparkle.

“Anyways, our target is right over there.” Eggsy interjects. Jack jerks upright and clears his throat, letting go of your hand.

Jack takes a swig of his flask, “watch and learn, buddy.” He puffs his chest and struts towards the bar.

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Watching Jack get rejected like that was…rough, to say the least. You couldn’t help but quietly snicker, watching Eggsy so swiftly capture the attention of the woman away from Jack’s failed attempt at hitting on her.

He frowns deeply and glares, walking away. You decide it’s safe to let Eggsy take the reins and catch up to Jack.

“I’m not going to lie, that was a little hard to watch,” you say to him. He stops walking and looks at you, unamused. You shrug it off and continue, “that’s ok though. Why don’t we enjoy the festival?”

Jack lets out a deep sigh and turns his head, “darlin’, you don’t want to hang out with an ‘old man’ like me.” The way he says the words “old man” is a mocking echo of what Eggsy had called him in front of that woman. Dang, he took that pretty personally. You imagine you probably would too, if you were in his shoes.

You decided to take this opportunity to rekindle the flame on that brief “chemistry” you had with him earlier. You boldly insert one of your arms into his elbow.

With a lilt in your voice, batting your lashes at him you say, “I prefer men who are experienced, anyways.”

That seemed to do the trick of snapping him out of this small depressive slump. That sparkle returned to his eyes and his smile widened, revealing his perfect white teeth.

“Oh sugar, I can be that and more.” He wraps his free hand around yours in the crook of his elbow and you both continue on into the crowd.

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At some point, after wandering for a bit, you both found a space in the grass field, a far distance out from one of the stages. Both of you are lounging and basking in the sun. Hours had passed before you had realized it, the two of you were too distracted by each other and your conversation to even notice.

Jack’s personality was provocative, fiery and passionate. His cheesy pick up lines worked on you, in a way. He took joy in sharing interesting stories he kept up his sleeve that hooked your attention. He described various close calls he’d had in the field, especially from when he was younger. You listened intently and never broke away from him.

He laid out on his back, arms braced behind himself in the grass. Next to him, you’d opted to rest on your front, propped up on your elbows and your legs kicked up behind you. The angle giving him a front row seat to your cleavage.

Here and there you’d notice the way he’d look you up and down, but you preened under his gaze. There was an obvious attraction between the two of you and neither of you tried to hide it.

When you were deep in telling your own story, one that caused you to shift into sitting on your bottom, he took one of your hands in both of his large hands. He rubbed his thumbs across your knuckles and carefully inspected your palm and fingers, absentmindedly, as you spoke.

You let out a deep sigh, “spending time with you today has been a breath of fresh air, thank you.” That might have come out more sentimental than you intended but life has been a wild ride lately. “I don’t know whether I’m going up or down anymore….”

Jack’s facial expression softens and he squeezes your hand in one of his, “anytime, darlin’. In some ways, I’ve been in your shoes before. It never gets easier.” His tone was even and more serious. You knew he understood. It comes with the type of job you’ve both found yourselves in.

“However,” you start, “I’m thankful we found the Statesmen. I don’t know what we’d be doing if it weren’t for you all. I don’t know if finding who did this will fill the hole in my heart but something has to be done.”

Jack sits up and leans towards you, “a hole in your heart, huh?”

Your face heats up, “I-I mean, that’s the best way I can describe it I guess.”

“No no, I understand. I’ve just never heard it put that way….” He pauses, his eyes briefly drift off and then come back to yours. His other hand reaching to push a strand of your hair behind your ear, a shiver runs up your spine. You’ve lost yourself in his eyes and never want to come back up for air.

“Don’t you worry, sugar. We will make things right.”

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This mission ended up being pretty easy, at least for the two of you it did. You felt bad for Eggsy. Jack later explained how and WHERE the tracker had to be placed, and you could imagine the inner turmoil that that had caused. Or even worse, the possible relationship problems it could cause for him.

When Jack described to you what he had told Eggsy to do with the tracker, your face heats up. Jack on the other hand, winked and flashed a white toothed grin. He had assumed he would be the one doing the deed but it looked like the universe had other plans, and you certainly didn’t mind.

The bright, sunny day had started to fade into night. The sky progressed from a beautiful orange sunset into a deep purple. Some stars could be seen above the continuing hustle and bustle of the festival. You hadn’t heard from Eggsy since leaving him and you started to grow concerned. Standing off to the side of one of the festival's exits, you called him. Jack stood near you, hands on his hips as he waited.

Your call to Eggsy goes to voicemail and just as you’re about to hang up and try again, you get a text notification from him.

It’s done, I’ve let Ginger know. I’ll meet back up with both of you tomorrow.

You read this aloud so Jack could hear, he rolls his eyes and shrugs. You snicker, “are you really still bitter about him stealing your thunder?”

“Hey now….” He gently grabs your elbows and brings you close to him. Wrapping one hand around your waist and the other pinching your chin and stroking from your cheeks to your jawline. His eyes meet yours and they’re dark, reflecting his growing hunger. Whatever sass you were about to quip out immediately evaporates, leaving you a melting mess in his arms. Your own breath slowed and you returned his gaze under fluttering lashes.

His voice dips an octave and he stares deeply into your eyes, “Ol’ Jack never lost his thunder.” A shiver runs up your spine once again and you smile bashfully. Your eyes drifted to the side in an attempt to hide the flustered heat on your face. He hums, using his thumb and forefinger to delicately redirect your eyes back to his.

“Don’t hide from me.”

After a day full of flirting and building sexual tension, you make a snap decision. Bringing your arms up and draping them around his neck, chest against his. You hold his gaze a few seconds more while he adjusts his hands to sit on either side of your waist.

“Well then, Cowboy,” you say, echoing back the same low, husky tone. “Would you say ‘mission accomplished’?”

Jack hums in amusement, happy to see you rise to his challenge.

“Not yet, sugar. Still haven’t hooked up with a chick at a rock concert.”

It feels like a burst of butterflies in your stomach. Heat pooling in your stomach and thankful his hands are on you because otherwise you feel like you’d float away.

You flash him a sultry grin, “I think I can make that happen.” His face brightens as you shift your hands down from his shoulders to his firm pecs. His large hands explore up and down your back, his body is warm and inviting. You could smell the musk of his chosen cologne for today. Touching him like this after a day full of passive brushes and small gestures felt like finally drinking water in a parched desert.

“But on one condition,” you add, lowering your voice.

Jack quirks an eyebrow at you, “tell me, beautiful.”

Your eyes flick up to his hat and back down to him, his eyes following you. You maneuver yourself closer to his head, bringing your lips close to his ear.

“I want to wear your hat while I ride you,” you whisper.

The next thing you hear is a deep growl erupting from his chest. In one swift move he has one hand on the back of your neck and pulls you into a deep kiss. You mutually feel like a dam has finally broken.

The kiss is long as you both exhale and hum into each other’s mouths. He licks into your mouth and in return you gently bite his bottom lip, almost sending him into a frenzy.

Jack, almost painfully unlatches himself from you. His eyes meet yours, dilated and blown out on lust. A dark chuckle escapes his mouth and he pins you close to him with both hands behind your neck, using his thumbs to balance your jaw. The act itself sends arousal coursing furiously through your veins. You’re going to be a puddle before you can even leave the festival.

Jack grabs your hand and leads you alongside him, back to his Bronco. You both run and giggle like teenagers in love trying to sneak around. When you approach his car, he opens his passenger side door and lets you in. He dashes to the driver's side and buckles in.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he uses the other to wrap around you and bring you close to him, buckling you into the middle seat. Then, with smooth precision, he reverses out of his space and makes his way out of the parking lot and towards his hotel.

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Jack’s Bronco screeches to a halt in the driveway of the hotel. Within seconds he exits and is at the passenger side letting you out.

He wraps his arm around you and brings you close into his side as he walks towards the entrance. His hand gives the meat of your thigh a small grip and you yelp. Jack throws his keys to the valet boy and struts inside.

Once at the elevator, Jack scans a key that sends it to the private suite up top. Of course he would have a private, fancy suite you think to yourself. You both enter the elevator, his hand on the small of your back guiding you in.

Once the doors closed, you’re on each other. A flurry of gnashing teeth and grabbing hands. He pushes you against the corner of the elevator with both hands on your waist. You wrap both arms around his neck, one hand stroking the hair at the nape of his neck, using his body to balance you.

His hand trails upward to grip the back of your neck, threading through the hair that grows there. He breaks away from your lips, using his grip to carefully tilt your head back, exposing your neck. Trailing heated kisses up and down, murmuring in between each.

Jack’s going to treat you right, don’t you worry babydoll.

I’ve been thinking about this all damn day.

You had been thinking about this all day too, unashamedly.

You moan when feeling his pelvis grind up against you. He’s already very hard and the sounds he pulls from you only serve to excite him further. Just as he’s about to slip a hand underneath the hem of your shirt, the elevator dings and opens up into the suite.

The hotel suite is massive. A living room with a kitchen to the side. Further in is a doorway to the suite’s master bedroom. The trip there becomes a mix of kissing, groping, and removing articles of just your clothing one by one until you’re brought to the edge of the bed wearing only your bra and panties. Looking around the room you see it break off into an open, large bathroom with a claw foot tub and glass door shower.

The back of your knees hits the edge of the mattress, with Jack gently pushing into you as you sit. Your hands come up to undo his belt buckle, but his hands grab yours to stop you.

“Not yet, gorgeous,” he says with a husky tone. “Daddy’s going to have his way with you first.”

You’ve decided you will never get tired of the nicknames. They cause your heart to hammer in your chest and you love every second of it.

Your arms drop back to your sides on the bed. Jack licks his lower lip and leans over to reach behind you to unlatch your bra. Once it’s free, he slowly slips it off your shoulders and discards it to the side.

He proceeds to gently guide you to lay on the bed. His hands grab under your knees to bring your legs up, feet resting on the bed. Finally, he loops both forefingers into the sides of your panties and pulls them off, joining your bra on the floor. Following that is his leather jacket.

Standing up straight and resting one hand on each of your knees, he pauses. His eyes rake you over and he hums.

“Lemme get a good look ‘atcha.”

The sight of you beneath him, naked and vulnerable, is downright breathtaking to him. Your breathing is heavy, your eyes hooded and lips parted and swollen. He’s proud to have been able to rile you up like this. He grabs his Stetson off his head and sets it on the other corner of the mattress.

Watching him look you over sends a buzz through your body and centers on your core. However, you need his touch, right now.

“Jack, please….”

“Please, what?” Thumbs tracing the inner sides of your knees. “Tell me, gorgeous.”

“T-touch me…” You manage to stutter out. “Please touch me, right now.”

Immediately, Jack drops to his knees on the floor and grips your thighs to scoot your bottom to the edge of the bed. He leaves small kisses on your inner thighs making his way to your heat. He goes right into it, flattening his tongue and running it up your folds. One hand reaches up to massage your breast, rolling his thumb over your nipple. You bite your lip in response.

It feels like a shock to your system, sending slick to gather between your thighs. Back arching, soft pants as you send a hand down to card through his soft hair. You suddenly feel one of his fingers circle your opening and insert. You almost cry out but stop yourself by biting the knuckles of your other hand.

“Jack….Jack, oh my god….”

“Mmmm gorgeous, you taste better than I had even imagined.”

His finger slides in and out, rubbing your clenching walls. Not too long after, he inserts another finger, earning another loud moan from you. The fire at the base of your spine rapidly grows brighter and brighter, causing you to involuntarily begin to buck against his face. His tongue and lips expertly sucking, licking and laving on and around your sensitive bud. His free hand sliding up to cup your knee and keep your legs apart.

You cry out and whimper the closer you get to your limit, beginning to see stars. You were not prepared for how good he is at this. His fingers grip the meat of your thighs and squeeze, holding you steady while he rubs his face deeper.

“You going to cum for me, sugar? Come on baby, I got’cha,” Jack cooes.

That’s enough to send you over the edge, feeling you clench down on his fingers as you climax. Murmurs of That’s it, show Daddy what you got through your loud moans. Your vision fades to black, you reward his ministrations with cries of Yes, yes…oh my god Jack, yes!

After working you through your first orgasm, he stands up and rests his hands on either of your knees. He watches your panting, heaving chest. His hands shoot forward, tenderly grabbing both of your breasts in his hands. You make a small, strangled noise in response and then hum.

“That was…..amazing,” you say between small gasps, still regaining your breath.

Jack smiles wide and crooked, “that’s just the start, gorgeous.”

Jack finally starts to really let go of his restraint with you, moving to make quick work of removing his clothes. When you attempt to sit up, his hand immediately pushes you back down and wags his finger with a tut from his mouth. “So needy. But I’m going to take my time.”

His words cause something between a moan and giggle to come from you, biting your lip while you watch him undo his ridiculous belt buckle. He sees you eyeing it and quirks an eyebrow, “Should I use this on you? Wrap it around your pretty wrists?”

A light forms in your eyes and you shake your head yes, excitement building in your stomach and between your thighs. “I’d love that, Jack.”

“I’m sure you would, darlin’,” he says silkily.

The last thing to be stripped off is his underwear, cock springing forward red and heavy.

Jack positions himself between your thighs, arms caging your head and your upper bodies melding together. His lips meet yours in a fevered kiss while you stretch your arms out above your head to give easier access to you.

His tongue runs along your bottom lip and you grant him access, his tongue quickly overpowering yours and licking into your mouth. It’s almost difficult keeping up with his passionate kissing.

Your eyes open to meet him when he stops and his gaze is still dark and hungry. Those warm brown eyes only added to melt you into the trembling mess you're becoming at his expert fingertips.

Jack starts to trail down your body, nipping and kissing your jawline, moving down to gently scrape his teeth across your collarbone. Taking one breast in one hand while the other supports him above you. He takes your nipple in his mouth and you arch into him, sending electricity through your nerves. Arousal starts to build back up in between your thighs.

“You’re so perfect,” Jack says breathily. “I can wait much longer. Are you ready for me, gorgeous?”

Your eyes cast down to meet him as he continues to lap at your breasts, “Yes Jack, please. I need you.”

“Welll….” He drawls. “Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t give my girl what she needs?”

Taking his length in his hand, he lines himself up with your opening, sliding it through your slick folds and coating himself. Then slowly, but surely, he begins to insert. The stretch around him feels amazing and takes your breath right out of your lungs.

Jack almost loses himself doing this, and he’s not even all the way in. Jack has quite a length himself, he knows this. Hence the need to prepare you like he did. He lets out a low groan from his chest as he buries himself in your wet cunt.

His face is right above yours, lips brushing as you breath in each other's air while he adjusts himself. You widen your legs to give him more space to sink himself in, he rolls his hips to enter gradually. After a few rocks of his hips, he’s into the hilt.

You can’t help but cry out and the sound is music to his ears. His hips start a steady, rolling pace with each thrust increasing the volume of your wanton moans. You can feel every inch of him dragging against your walls.

He feels almost impossibly deep as he picks up his pace. You arch your back from his bed, your chest becoming flush with his. The feeling of your soft breasts against his chest elicits a deep moan from the back of his throat.

One of his hands cups your cheek as he lowers his face to your ear on the opposite side. Just when you thought you couldn’t possibly take in any more different sensations, his hot breath fans over your skin while singing you praises.

Atta girl, that’s it, I’ve got you.

Oh you take me so well…so well.

Can you give me another? Come on gorgeous, I know you can.

The coil in your stomach tightens and tightens but you can’t seem to find the end of it. You open your mouth to say something but you’re not sure what. You just need more and more of him.

“Oh….I….” You can barely stutter out, your vision turning white. He nudges your temple with his nose then lays a sensual kiss.

“Do you need more? Tell Jack what you need.”

“Yes…yes please, I-I need more!” You finally manage to breathe out.

Jack’s eyes meet yours with a glint of mischief and a crooked grin to match. With one hand bracing above your head and the other snaking down to grip your lower back and waist.

“Hold on tight sugar and get ready to giddy-up!”

In a split second he stops thrusting, using his muscular body to swiftly roll over his side to his back while bringing you with him placing you on top. When adjusted, you allow yourself to sink down onto him, creating a whole new myriad of stimulation.

Jack marvels at the sight of you atop of him, puffing his chest in pride. Both of you breathily laugh as you adjust. A sheen of sweat has gathered across the soft skin of your body and shines in the lowlight of the bedroom.

At first you stay put, feeling the new depth of his cock inside of you. Conveniently, you remember what you told him earlier. You turn to find his hat still perched on the corner of the bed, stretching your arm out to grab it. He watches you carefully as you gently grab the top of his precious Stetson.

Turning back to look at him, flashing him a seductive look, you place his hat on top of your head. You lick your bottom lip and bite it, placing your hands on his chest to keep your balance. “Let’s go for a ride, cowboy.”

Jack grins back at you dangerously, “oh babydoll you’re going to be the death of me!”

He shifts and plants his legs into the bed, straightening his knees to give him leverage. He ruts his hips up into yours and sets a punishing pace, resulting in a loud, erotic moan erupting from your chest. Taking that as encouragement, he digs his fingers into your hips to keep you steady while the head of his cock strokes that spot deep inside of you.

The coil in your stomach starts to tighten again and you clench around him. You can feel your next orgasm start to barrel towards you. The sound of skin slapping and your mutual gasps and moans intertwining fills your ears. You haven’t broken eye contact with him and it only adds to the fire deep in his own abdomen.

Your legs start to shake as you cum hard around him, riding out the blissful shockwaves. His cock continuing to fuck up into you and giving the perfect amount of overstimulation for you to ride it out.

“Fuck! F-fuck, oh Jack-“

“Theeeere we go, that’s it, come on Sugar, you can take it!”

Jack takes one large hand and reaches out to rub his thumb against your clit, sending you over the cliff.

At the tail end of your explosive orgasm, you collapse onto his chest. He removes his hat to the side and wraps his arms around your torso, bringing his lips down to your ear to whisper again.

You did so good gorgeous.

Christ almighty girl, can you hear that? You’ve soaked me to the bone.

You begin to whimper and shake. Not sure what to do with your arms, you stretch them out behind you. Jack takes the opportunity to grab both wrists into one hand while the other is still wrapped around your back. Giving him just enough leverage to keep up with the pounding of his hips.

Jack’s own orgasm is very close, your overstimulated pussy fluttering around his length. His eyes roll to the back of his head, “I’m almost there sugar, w-where do you want me?”

You can barely speak while you dissolve into pleasure as you rest on his broad chest. You manage to spit out “inside…on pill….please, inside….”while burying yourself in the crook of his neck.

Jack’s position inside of you practically has his lower back hover above the bed with his legs keeping him up. He suddenly tenses up, hips stutter, and he finally crashes into his own orgasm. His thrusts begin to slow but ride out the pulsing of his cock as it shoots ropes into your tight, wet cunt.

With a loud, satisfied sigh, he relaxes onto the bed. Stretching his legs to rest on the plush mattress. You feel the deep rise and fall of his chest underneath your own. Lifting your head to see his eyes wrenching open to meet yours. He smiles, and you smile back, scooting up to kiss him. He welcomes your lips with a hum and molds his mouth around yours.

The two of you stay like this for a few moments, sated and content. You just know you’re going to be feeling him the next day and you’re sure he’ll love to know that.

Eventually his cock slips out of you as he rolls both of you to your sides, facing each other as closely as you can. He rubs his nose against yours and you giggle.

“Jack…that was phenomenal.”

“I know sugar, I was there,” he drawls, southern accent even more present.

You chuckle and playfully slap his shoulder, his hand reaches around to grab your ass cheek to bring you closer to him.

Jack brings his other arm up to wrap around you between the bed and your arm. He holds you close to him, planting a soft kiss atop your head.

“Thank you sugar,” he murmurs.

You rub your head into the crook of his neck, “thank you? For what?”

“For giving this ‘old man’ a chance.”

Your hand comes up to splay across his pectoral above his heart and you feel his quickened heartbeat underneath your palm. Your own heart is also rapidly beating in tandem. You then bring your hand up to caress his cheek, he closes his eyes and leans into your touch.

“That girl has no idea what she missed out on,” you say, tenderly. “But I’m glad it ended up this way.”

Jack looks deep into your eyes and feels like his heart might burst. He didn’t mean to take the rejection so hard, but what he ended up with was far times better.

Be brings up the comforter on the bed to cover you as he slips out of it. You pout at him in protest, sitting up until he pinches your chin between his thumb and forefinger, teasingly shushing you.

“Ssshh, sweet girl, just hold on tight for a minute.”

With a light kiss to your forehead as you lay back down, nestling yourself into the soft bed, he treks to the bathroom. You hear him rustling for a few minutes, the sink turning on and off and then the sound of the tub filling. He comes back with a cloth, you catch onto his intent and move the blanket to give him access. Softly, he cleans you up and then discards the cloth.

He offers you a hand and you accept it, letting him help lift you up from the bed to stand on shaky legs. You use both arms to grab him and he smirks, pleased with himself once again. Your legs feel like jello but you’re not complaining one bit.

He brings you to the tub, getting inside first and offering his hands to bring you in with him. You give a low hiss, feeling the hot water touch your skin as you sink into the water. You seat yourself between his legs and rest your back to his chest.

Both of you sigh in contentment, you rest your head back into his shoulder. His hand reaches to rest on your neck and rub his thumb along the hollow of it. He slowly places reverent kisses along your temple into your hairline.

Never, did you think this is how today would end up and you couldn’t be more thankful. Jack simultaneously excites and comforts you. Jack finds himself infatuated, you’ve possibly become the much needed balm for his aches.

“Oh shoot, we didn’t use your belt,” you laugh.

Jack smiles into your hair, “I was thinking we could use that next time…”

Your face falls, you turn your head slightly to face him. His eyes are affectionate and the corners of his lips turned up. You flutter your lashes and mirror back his expression, heart thumping harder in your chest. You didn’t mean to assume this was a one time thing but you’re thrilled to know he wants more of you. Will this lead somewhere interesting?

“I’d love that,” you whisper as he brings his lips down to yours, holding you in a long kiss. His thumb comes up to stroke your cheek and you deepen it. You turn your body towards his, sitting up and moving to straddle his hips. You break off the kiss to rest your hands on his shoulder as he rubs your back, pressing you tight against him.

Jack thought he might be scared to ever find love again. He’s not saying this is love, not yet exactly. But after years of one-night stands, not taking himself seriously and rejected flirting attempts, he’s tired. Ready for something fresh and new. He wonders how in the world your two worlds seemed to line up the way they did. Today might have started with a nearly instant sexual attraction, but it ended off with a full heart and ease he hasn’t experienced in a very, very long time.

Not since her.

And knowing you reciprocate that, enthusiastically, motivates him.

[saltygilmores]

DANCE MARATHON EPISODE (AKA MURDER ON THE DANCE FLOOR)-PART 5

After a quick blowjob break out in the soon-to-be-bloodspattered Stars Hollow High football field, a certain homocidal maniac in a puke green church donation bin coat has returned, and he's ready to dish out some sass. Shane is not in tow yet, but we need to give her time to freshen up and make herself presentable for the remaining few hours of her life.

Lane's pointless bitterness towards Jess is such a fucking waste. My "Lane hates Jess for stupid reasons when they could have been pals" rant has been reheated in the metaphorical microwave too many times already, so I won't repeat myself, but yeah. It's still about that fucking car accident.

Getting your dick sucked on the high school football field before committing a gruesome homocide can really work up a boy's appetite.

Baby you're such a good noticer. *kisses forehead*

I can't think of anyone more deserving of a rock hard permanent public erection. Wait And now, for what is possibly my favorite five-word exchange in the entire series:

The most perfectly executed dry delivery. Ugh! Sheer perfection!

Well, at least egg salad sandwiches beat the Crack and Despair Sandwiches Liz used to pack in his lunchbox.

Miss "My Virginity Spared Me From Becoming Football Field Fertilizer" has arrived with Also-Not-Dancing Butthead in tow. If the food is for the dancers, I better not see him eat anything. I will smack that sandwich out of his hand so fast so help me god (virgins always survive the killing spree).

You ever think about what a monstrous hell it must be for Jess living in a place like Stars Hollow? I think about this a lot. But I like to think that off screen he gets in his car and gets the fuck out of there as much as possible. Anyway, this is another perfectly dry one liner that I absolutely love. I want to fil out adoption papers and take all of his sarcastic one liners from this episode home from the shelter. R: You have nothing better to do than sit in a gymnasum staring at a dance marathon? J:Idk, do you have nothing better to do than sit inside a gymnasium staring at a dance marathon? R:Do you think you're bugging me sitting in front of me and staring like that? J: Do you think you're bugging me dancing and staring at me like that? R: I'm not staring at you! J:How do you know I'm staring at you?

Dean: It's been two years. Maybe you can glance at my dick for once, Rory. Has Rory ever said anything supportive of Dean that wasn't said with the same conviction as if she were a bank robbery hostage? Deany has that constipated look on his face again. Is he sad because no one was staring at him? But someone was. I'll give you a hint, it's a certain MILF who wants to turn that 34 into a 69. Lorelai is 34 years old in this episode, by the way. He's proudly displaying his love of young milfs on his literal sleeve. Listen, you could power Stars Hollow with the combined sexual frustration of these three people + Lane and Dave Ryglaski to make it extra nuclear. When nobody puts out, you get three teenagers eating egg salad and having an "I'm not staring at you!" argument in a school gymansium at 10pm.

Ooooh. Jess is shakin in his little murder boots. J: I'm supporting my town. R: Go back to New York. Oh Rory babe, if only he could, he'd be home now with a smile on his face with a pushcart hot dog in one hand while some easy alt chick rode his dick. Well, yeah he's got that now but he's going to feed her to the swans then take an 8 month vow of celibacy for some reason.

Got em.

He's so LAME. Jared: Hey AmyShermanPalladino, can't Dean get any fun comebacks for once? Why does Milo get all the good sass? AmyShermanPalladino: You can pick from the reject pile. We've got "my former comment still stands" "Are you trying to act tough, you're wearing a tie" and "You're the one who's going"

She's so horny. God help her.

Shane Campbell stars in the newest WB Network vehicle, "My Favorite Murder Victim." He keeps picking at that sandwich like he's going to find a $100 bill in the bread.

You want this poor girl to spend the last precious hours of her life doing math problems?

I guess egg salad will wash the taste of dick out of her mouth.

We heard you the first time, Ice Vagina. What is Dean even doing here, lol.

There's something incredibly erotic about this line.

Dean is like, what the hell is going on? Why is she touching me?

*immediately pushes her off*

Don't give him any more ideas, Jess.

I just want to point out that on the table behind them, fresh fruit and brownies are available for consumption. You know you guys don't have to eat those sandwiches.

Code for "I'm gonna go find the murder implement I stowed away in the bushes earlier"

[lxtstrip]

Last to Fade | M. Sturniolo

TW: alcohol mention and 13RW show/character mention just for a moment and a SLIGHT spoiler of S1xE1 if we still even need a spoiler alert, but no SPECIFIC topics from the show.

AN: all opinions expressed about the show are mine, i do not speak for anyone else. i also knocked this out in 2 hours or so while rewatching the series.

WC: 715

Pairing: Matt x Reader

You watched Matt lift a bottle of Stella to his lips. He repeatedly begged you for Shock Top, but you insisted this was better. Strangely, he didn’t complain about the flavor profile tonight, because tonight was your night with him. He didn’t have to worry about posting anything on social media on nights like this and it relieved him more than anyone could ever begin to fathom.

As Matt set the bottle back on the coaster beside him, you couldn’t help but notice his hand and arm. You always had a thing for his tattoos, same as every other girl in his comments and DMs. However, you got to see the way they moved. You got to take in what they looked like half inside of messy bed sheets. You were lucky enough to experience the mundane and intimate alike.

In the most cliche fashion you were ripped out of your thoughts as Matt abruptly lifted his elbow to his face so he could address the tickle in his throat. Even his coughing could never bother you, no matter how loud it was. You were without a doubt that if and when you were with him long term it would infuriate you, but for now you found it to be something you could put up with.

“I don’t get it…” Matt finally uttered.

“What do you mean?” you asked sitting up to look him in the face.

“That damned smile!” he mocked the brunette on the television.

“We watched this series twice and you still don’t get why she fell for Justin?” you asked.

“The first time we watched it, I wasn’t paying attention to the romance! That’s chick shit.” he said, throwing up his hands in defense.

To be fair he was right, at the time it premiered it was marketed to bring attention to mental health and provoke thought in younger individuals. At the same time when you both watched it for the first time there were multiple sources tearing it apart and even more making fun of it so you two decided to give it a go deciding for yourselves what the final verdict would be. You both landed it deserved every generalized concept it was given.

“I’m just saying she would have been happier with Clay if she gave him a chance from the start of the show.” Matt commented.

“All this from the guy who said he wasn’t watching this for the romance.” you giggled, laying your head back down in his lap.

The credits started flickering across the screen and Matt couldn’t grab the remote fast enough. He didn’t even let the automated timer go off before he was jumping to watch the next episode.

You and Matt called it a night after episode two. There was a bit of debate between why a show would remain so cryptic for so long. Answers could have been given while still drawing people in, but you both decided it was lazy.

It was surprising Matt could draw such astute conclusions. He wasn’t widely known for being well read, just one of 3 brothers with a somewhat influencing career. Truth be told, when Matt wasn’t recording with his brothers or gaming, he was in the books pretty heavily. No genre was off limits for him after he met you. You changed him in the most positive ways; his words, not yours.

You were his favorite everything. He looked at you the same way you looked at him. He was enamored with you. You were his rock after a hard day, you were his passenger princess on dates, and you were his last girlfriend he ever wanted. He would never admit his feelings in that capacity, not now anyway.

Matt pulled the covers over the two of you and gave you a kiss on the forehead before settling in and wrapping his arms around you. A comfortable silence enveloped the two of you between chaste kisses and loving glances. You never knew how watching something on television could wipe from your minds so quickly and fall into your nightly routine. You liked it, there was a pleasant, resounding ambience that you two were made for each other.

To paraphrase the great Adam Young - the spaces between Matt’s fingers where right where yours fit perfectly.

[do-i-look-like-a-doctor]

okay but the Naruto universe is so fucking weird yet funny if you explain it and question it.

first, you have this lil orphan broke kid ninja boy named after a fishroll. then, you have an emo kid who acts like he got parents and a good way in life despite the fact he’s equally as much of an orphan as Mr. Broke-Blonde-Bitch. THEN you have this normal chick with pink hair who signed up for absolutely none of this nonsense yet got dragged into it. tell me why it’s these three against the world yet none of them can function together? it’s like watching ferrets hyped up on PCP fight over raw spaghetti noodles. dont even get me started when they were in school together, i can bet every person here 6 cents that at some point Sakura aka Ms. Fuckall got tired of Naruto and Sasuke’s bullshit and just tried to abandon them at an animal shelter.

speaking of school and general tomfoolery, why was the dude in charge of these three young squishy brained freaks the most depressed 20 something year old creature on the planet? i will admit, Kakashi is attractive and a great dude. he is so iconic, he misses his old team, and it’s clear he wanted best for his Group of Weird Children but he also reads porn all day and his mask probs smells like cheap aftershave.

if i was a 13 year old ninja child and i saw my sensai (who’s name sounds like cashew) doing all that i’d assume im either about to learn a sick ass skill (how to not cope with emotional trauma properly) or im about to get my ass handed to me. or im about to dropout.

back on track. so you’ve got orphan #1, orphan #2, Ms. Get-Me-Out-Of-Here, and Emotionally Repressed Man in one team. what do the kids do? beef for like 3048384 episodes. what does Kakashi do? try to teach them the power of friendship the entire damn series. oh, and let’s not forget that Naruto apparently has a demon fox inside him because of course he does.

anyways, once the team gets good at teaming they haul off to take their lil ninja exams. who do they meet? some kid named Gaara with smudged eyeliner and shaved brows. he’s a red-head, that’s cute. oh and he can control sand and tries to kill every child in the exams because his dad is a piece of shit hipster. who else do they meet? a kid named Rock Lee who can kick really hard, a girl named Tenten who wishes for all of us to stfu, and poor Neji who can’t keep doing this. there’s also some guy named Guy. yeah, the chunin exams nearly flop because Gaara doesn’t know how to act right.

all this is happening but the pivotal of it all? Sasuke decides to be extra emo and FUCKS OFF TO KILL HIS HALF BLIND SICKLY OLDER TWINK BROTHER.

then, Naruto decides he wants to harness his powers and FUCKS OFF WITH AN OLD ASS BUSHY HAIRED MAN WHO WRITES PORN. Jiraiya needs to be studied on a microscopic spiritual level. he is why SCP’s exist.

who let these kids out? i told you all not to feed the animals and look what happened. now theres beef between a group of kids and the akatsuki.

oh and the akatsuki?? don’t get me started. wtf is that. why is this group of fucked up people with weird powers who are being led by a ginger hive mind of corpses just wandering around? and why is Weasel, aka Itachi, in the middle of it with his goofy explosive hypnotic eyeballs? i want them all put down.

so you’ve got the evil eldirch horrors in the streets. thats fine. Naruto gets put into a new gang cuz Kakashi has to hospitalized. cool, whatever. Naruto decides to start hutning down his rogue boyfriend alongside Sakura, who became a sickass ninja doctor, along with his new sensei Yamato. wonderful… THEN SOME BITCH NAMED SAI SHOWS UP.

DO NOT GET ME STARTED.

what is that? why is it emo? why is its tongue tattooed? put it back outside bro i stg. i love him so much.

everything is just everywhere in this anime bro I can’t. Sasuke is no where to be seen, Naruto is doing fuckall across the world with his groupie, Kakashi is lowkey sad again cuz his kids are gone, and Sakura can barely breathe without issues occurring.

not just that but the twink brother named Weasel is being stupid and enables his own murder. yeah he basically wants Sasuke to come for his ass. meanwhile, Naruto comes home bigger, better, older but still broke and full of fox demon. still, not a single soul except his friends and teachers like him. shit gets even more wild, it becomes knock-off Cheetah Girls vs. The World.

girl i gotta go before i hurt someone. see yall in part 2.

(all of this is heavily unedited, apologies for mistakes)

[mayaflowerxs]

NEXT DOOR DESIRES

Synopsis: The house which you’ve grown used to being abandoned for years is finally up for sell to the newest wedded couple. Six foot, black haired and tempting eyes that refuse to look away from you, a man you will stop at nothing to get a taste of.

Warning: SMUT / Angst. Swear word usage, lots of cheating and manipulation. Both Johnny and Reader are toxic! Obsession, Baby trap. Neighbor!JohnnyxNeighbor!Reader. Reader is in College! Repost! My last time doing this, if it flops oh well. Also thank you for 800+ Followers!!🤍

Pairing: Johnny x reader

JAEHYUN

Masterlist: NCT AFFAIR SERIES

The house next door spent another day lonely and quiet. From the day you were born to the day you entered college, the house next door was left alone with no one interested in renting nor buying it. The porch was covered in fallen leaves and dirt. The stairs were slightly broken and the doors and windows were boarded up with wood. The lawn had dry dead grass long enough that you can’t see the ground. Fence holding by its last bit of strength as it’s ready to give out any second.

It wasn’t until the day you were leaving for college, did construction workers come in and begin to replenish what was a once colorful cosy home. It was weird coming back to seeing a whole new house. Like the creepy house your friends and neighbors swore was ‘haunted’ never existed. Like the house never had discolored grey walls or broken windows with a dead lawn and a tree that tilted sideways and looked creepy at night. No, instead you came home home six months later. On vacation, and stuck behind a u-haul as the new neighbors were settling in.

When finally getting into your driveway, you get out and see multiple men in their work attires carrying loads of boxes into the new home. Not seeing who the new neighbors could be, you walk inside. Your mother noticing the look of surprise she chuckles and nods.

“We’re finally getting new neighbors.”

You don’t get to exactly meet the next door neighbors until about the third day of your vacation. Your mother who had too much free time decided she wanted to make all sorts of pastries. Just getting home after a morning spent at the gym she is quick to hand you a plate of cookies. “Oh thanks mom you shouldn’t have-“ a loud smack is set on your hand, a slight ow comes from you as she frowns. “These aren’t for you!” “Then why did you hand it to me?” “It’s for the neighbors, give these to them.” “Okay but I’ll do it after my shower-“ “Now.”

“What? Why? I’m sweaty and gross I’m sure the neighbors wouldn’t want a batch of cookies to be delivered to them by some chick that’s all…yucky.”

Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. Now give these to them, I have to drop these off at the shelter and go to the store and buy more ingredients.” She says before grabbing her keys from her purse and walking out the house with a bag filled with goodies. “Not a single cookie should be eaten from you!” She points at you sternly while getting out of the house. Sighing you nod and go to drop your gym back. Fanning yourself, certain your face was red and covered in sweat you decide to go over and grab a bottled of water before heading on over. From what your parents have mentioned they are a newly wedded couple. Having bought the once abandoned house in hopes to start a “new chapter” in their lives.

Walking out of the house, you head on over. Porch was already decorated with welcome signs and rocking chairs. Yard held bright green grass that for sure were fake because for over ten years it’s been nothing but dead. Pressing the door bell, you hold the plate of cookies in hand and take a sip from your water using the other. Once the door opened you choke from the shock of the man that stood before you. Coughing, his eyes widen slightly. “Are you okay?” He raises his hand ready to pat your back but stopping when you raise a hand at him and nod. “I’m..okay.” You croak, you knew the couple were young just not your age young. The man standing before you was nothing less than hot. So hot you were sure men like him only existed in books. Head suddenly going blank, you quickly push the plate of cookies in his chest.

“My mother wanted you guys to have these. Um, as a welcome to moving into the neighborhood.” Cringing at how awkward you were getting, he chuckles softly and nods. Accepting the plate he smiles at you. “Well tell your mom I said thank you… what’s your name?”

About the respond you hear a voice speak in a sing song way. “Baby! Who’s at the door?” The door opening wider, a woman appears in your field of view. Eyeing you, she still holds up the small smile on her face despite the slight confusion. “Oh! And who you may be?” “I’m y/n, your neighbor. Well actually my parents. I’m only visiting,” “Oh you’re y/l/n’s kid!”

Kid?

Nervously laughing you nod. “Your mother has told me so much about you. Must be exciting going to college, I still remember when it was my first day!” You wondered how old the woman before you was, how she spoke as if it’s been ancient years for her but yet looking only to be a few years older than you. “Yeah well college for you wasn’t far long, I mean you did just graduate.” He said to her. Slightly shoving him as he laughs you can’t help but stand their feeling uncomfortable. Maybe it’s the fact that happy couples make you feel uneasy? Or that these are complete strangers? Who knows but you do know is how much worse you feel standing so not great in front of them.

“Well I just came to drop off the cookies and so I’ll just get going!“ you chuckle nervously and proceed to walk off the porch. “Thank you! And maybe one day you can have dinner with us?” She says. “Uh yeah, One day.” You nod and make your way over to your house. Quickly opening and closing the door, you let out a relieved breath you didn’t know you had holding back.

A part of you hoped that would be the last time you’d ever have to interact with them despite the fact you find your neighbor tremendously hot. Internally cringing by how affected you were by him and just the memory of you acting like a fool had you wanting to crawl under the ground. Only way to get your nerves to calm down is by reassuring yourself you’d never have to talk to them.

You know until your mother invites them over for dinner.

The surprise was much worse than the first interaction with them. Coming down the stairs in your pj’s even though it was 5 in the afternoon. Just woke up from a four hour nap with pieces of hair falling out of your ponytail. Eye bags evident, fluffy slippers that showed your toes and baggy clothes that was engulfing all of you. The horror seeing the couple turn their heads from the living room. A smile on their faces as they greeted you, you on the other hand appalled and feeling utter embarrassment. Give them a subtle wave and quickly go back up the stairs.

“Dinner is almost ready!” Your mother shouts as you rush up the stairs. Almost tripping which causes you to further be embarrassed. “Okay!” You respond quickly before slamming the door behind you. Forcing back the need to scream in your pillow, you take deep breaths in and out before deciding to take a shower. Taking the time to take a warm shower. Your time in there much longer than you ever had before, given you found yourself exfoliating, shaving, putting on face masks and all sorts of hygienic products that you wouldn’t normally take the time to do. Taking so long your father had to knock on your door to come out already.

“Coming!”

Struggling to slip on your jeans while only balancing your weight on one foot, you groan when you look at yourself in the mirror and see your hair was getting disheveled. By the time you felt somewhat okay with your appearance you walk down the stairs and into the kitchen where everyone had already gathered around. “Finally! Thought I’d have to drag you out here.” Your mother jokes that you only force a smile and take the seat next to her.

“So Jamie you’ve meet my daughter right?” Your mother asks her. “Oh of course! And thank you for the cookies they were delicious, me and Johnny already feel so welcomed here.” Smiling warmly at her, the name rings in your head. So that’s his name.

“Jamie’s right, thank you. You shouldn’t have.” His deep voice speaks, chills run down your arms. “Nonsense! You’re our new neighbors it’s the least we could do. Right y/n?” Looking up from your plate, you nod quickly before averting your eyes.

Hearing a giggle, you look up to see Jamie already staring at you. “Y/n reminds me so much of myself back when I was her age.” Back? “Oh yeah, y/n here can be a bit clumsy and quiet.” Your mom laughs. Not liking how they seem to begin a conversation that revolved around you without actually adding you to said conversation you only give a monotonous laugh and continue eating.

“So what are you majoring y/n?” Your heart stops upon hearing Johnny’s voice. Looking up at him, you feel the air get caught in your throat seeing his brown orbs were staring deeply into yours. Attention directed at you and no one else as he awaits for your response.

“Oh well I’m taking business classes?” “That’s right, my darling here is taking such classes and who knows maybe some day she will be like her father and take over my business.” Your father speaks up for the first time since the dinner has begun. Trying not to roll your eyes you give a simple hum and begin to pick at your food. It’s always been your fathers dream to pass down his business to you. Have you take over and continue his legacy at his company. But you didn’t want that, having to spend the rest of your life cooped up in an office and having to take frustrating calls and meetings. Files that needs to be sent out and a plan needed to be constructed for every little event, no thanks.

“Not bad, I actually have my own running company.” “Really?” Your father asks Johnny. “Yeah, me and my best friend are CEO’s of the cooperation Jeong & Suh’s-“

“Wait you own Jeong & Suh’s Cooperation?” Nodding, Johnny sends your father a proud smile ignoring the fact that your father now has a growing frown on his face. Rival companies. Well more like your dad can’t seem to ever top Johnny’s and yet knowing about this fact had you so much more intrigued about the man before you.

“Wow! Impressive! How old are you if I may ask hun?” Your mom asks him, “28 ma’am.” “Oh wow not too far off from y/n she just turned 24 last month.”

“Oh! Jamie’s 25 so you two are closer in age.” Johnny says. Looking over at Jamie who only chuckles lightly, you can’t help but scoff under your breathe. Turns out you were right, Jamie isn’t old, she just thinks of you as a child.

When dinner ended your mother expected for you to walk them out with her. Giving them goodbyes as she wishes to have another dinner night sometime. “Maybe the next time can be at our house?” Johnny asks, “That sounds lovely.” Your mom claps her hands as she hugs them goodbye. Jamie turns to you as she only nods her head and gives you a tight smile. “Bye.” She simply says and walks out. Johnny on the other, you give him a genuine smile and accept his hug goodbye. “See you y/n.” Feeling the goosebumps reappear as soon as he says your name you don’t trust your voice enough and so you stuck to nodding. Waving at them him goodbye, the door closes.

“Such great people.” Your mother bloats. “Yeah, Johnny’s great.” You say while making your way up the stairs. Not noticing the quick look your mother sends you.

Your interest in Johnny quickly began to grow the more often you saw him. You noticed that every morning at 8 he leaves the house to head to the gym. An hour before you usually do. By figuring this out you have now ‘unexpectedly’ have managed to run into him every time you go to the gym. First time a surprise but Johnny doesn’t seem to mind your presence. Before you know day after day, Johnny even takes the liberty to come to you on the days you arrive early. Knowing if you do so, he will most likely come to you. Using the treadmills right next to the other and helping the other with weights. And when you do lower body workouts like squats, he’s quick to block your view of anyone. Only ever having one airpod in to make sure he hears you if you ever need him. Giving you a ride home in his truck that immediately engulfs you in his cologne.

Sometimes in the evening, he will be out on his lawn. His love for his garden, you’ve caught him multiple times watering his grass, mowing or trimming the bushes. Planting new flowers or making sure the growing ones are in good state. Taking this time to fetch for the mail and then building conversation with him. Trying your hardest to not have your mouth watering at the sight of his toned abs or his biceps flexing with each movement he made. Sweat slightly dripping down his face and falling on his chest. “Did Jamie wanted the flowers planted?” “Oh no, Jamie hates anything that had to do with gardening, she actually doesn’t know much about plants. I chose them.”

“Well that’s too bad, I would plant flowers but my parents think my flowers won’t go with the rest of the garden.” You shrug. “Really? What flowers you got in mind?” “Peony’s! So pretty.” Taking mental notes on the name, Johnny immediately recognizes them. “Well maybe they might change their minds.” Laughing you shake your head, “No way once they have their mind set on something it’s difficult to go a different route.” And you were right. Maybe it was a family thing because before you knew it, your infatuation with the man began to grow into something much more.

“Hi Johnny!” You wave as you come home after a long day at work. Deciding to make some extra cash, you now get home at 8 and just in time in seeing Johnny and Jamie getting home from a date. Jamie frowns when she sees the interaction between you two. Watching how you completely ignore her existence, “Hey y/n!” Her husband waved back with a grin. Turning back to face her he furrows his brows. “What?” Ignoring him, Jamie walks in. Trailing behind her was a confused Johnny.

Having your room be across from the couple was both a blessing and a curse. There were times where you saw sneak peaks of Johnny coming in view with nothing but shorts. When he’s just getting out the shower and the only thing he has on is a white towel and a shirt wrapped around his neck as some of the water droplets are still rolling down his golden skin. But tonight wasn’t a blessing. Water bottled awfully squeezed and crumbled as the once yelling and shouting from the couple has now seized into something much more unappealing.

Why Jamie was freaking out? Who knows, but you do know it started soon after your encounter with Johnny. And now, here you were having to deal with the loud moans and banging that can be heard from across the window. Music blasting in your ears but still they are too damn loud. Parents currently out at work which has you feeling envious of them for not having to hear this. Anger written all over your face as the bitter horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach only grows. Looking out the window to seeing only a bit of their legs getting in view of the window you manage to roll your eyes yet again for the umpteenth time.

She’s doing this on purpose.

You conclude. It must be, it was obvious she dislikes you. Ever since she found out you and Johnny hit the gym at the same time. The memory of seeing her there with him and not the usual lone man when entering the building. A scowl quickly appearing on your face when seeing her chat up a storm while her husband concentrated on his work out.

The usual high pitched, oh. Was made when she looked over and saw you there standing before them. Eyeing you down as she took in your outfit. Biker shorts with a matching crop top that revealed your chest enough that had her staring a little too long at the cleavage. How she drags him away as soon as he’s finished with a set and leaves no room for you. How if you three are in the same vicinity she blocks your view of him. Making sure to show everything off to him and exaggerates her way of exercising to look more attractive. Not being able to handle it, you gave up and chose night workouts instead.

Gardening was no longer the same. Not after the special surprise Johnny gave you.

“No way!” “Yep! And I planted them near the fence we share so that you can see them better.” Planted right below you were a row full of beautiful pink Peony’s. “You shouldn’t have Johnny!” “Well I know how much you wanted them and couldn’t and so why not plant them so the both of us can share them?” Grinning so wide your cheeks were hurting, you reach over and wrap your arms around him. “Thank you!” Hearing his chest rumble as he laughs he rubs your back. “You’re welcome-“

A loud cough was heard, pulling away you turn to see Jamie standing by the gate to their house. The frown on her face quickly wiped away as she flashes a smile and flutters her eyes. “What’s going on?” “Oh well y/n here has always wanted Peony’s and so I planted some.” “Oh…well why couldn’t she plant them at her own lawn? I mean she has enough dirt.” She shrugs innocently as she makes her way over to Johnny. Lifting her head and puckering her lips so that he got the memo to kiss her. The sourness already beginning to pool in, you look away before you blew cover of your obvious distaste towards her. “Parents didn’t allow her, don’t they look beautiful?”

She hums. “What about my Tulips?” “What about your Tulips honey?” “Don’t tell me you forgot?” She crosses her arms, “I’m sorry, I don’t remember you mentioning any Tulips-“ “Johnny yes I’ve asked you to plant me some Tulips! How could you forget.” Jamie on the verge of throwing a tantrum he coos and wraps his arms around her. “Oh I’m sorry love, I’ll go get some first thing tomorrow and we’ll plant them if you want to. Me and y/n.”

“Y/n?” She pulls away. “Well yeah, she and I like gardening and you don’t really like getting dirty-“ “You know you underestimate me too much!” She smirks at him. Raising a brow, he gives her a look. “So you’re saying?…” “Tomorrow I better have my Tulips because you and I will be planting them.” Chuckling he nods and pecks her lips. “Don’t worry y/n you don’t have to waste your time.” She assured you, sending you a prideful smile before wrapping her arm around his.

“Well we better get going, bye!” And like that, she drags the two of them inside their house.

You thought you could handle it but now, being trapped in your room with the only sound of her god awful screeches has you ripping your hair out. Standing up from your bed you lace around your room. Hands over your ears as you’re practically begging for them to fucking stop. Seeing your figure in the mirror you stop momentarily to look at the pictures hanging around the vanity. You know what you’re feeling for the man grew, and maybe not in the best way. And yet catching yourself pacing in anger for the unholy acts that are happening next door with pictures you have of him hanged around your mirror, it was certain that you have grown utterly obsessed with him.

Picking up a picture you took of him from his Instagram. Two hours of nonstop lurking through his page and any picture Jamie was in, was immediately cut out. One though, only had Jamie folded in half. Unfolding it so it showed a picture of the both of them at Disneyland, it puts you in a state of fantasy. Imagining it was you and not Jamie. Imagining it was you kissing him and you enjoying the experience of being at the happiest place on earth with him. Crumbling the paper with a tight face, you look at yourself in the mirror again.

“You’re mine Johnny Suh.” You say as you trail a finger on one of his pictures. “All mine.”

You thought you were doing a good job at hiding the sudden darkness gnawing inside you. The sudden bursts of angers when you saw them acting a couple. The kisses and the hand touching, worse the flirting. Do they have no courtesy? No manners or respect? The jealousy that has now turned into hatred for the girl. The dark intrusive thoughts of eliminating her for ever. You thought you had everything all under control but that wasn’t the case because your mother saw it all. She noticed the lingering touches, smiles, looks and laughs you give when around Johnny. She noticed the immediate brightness that engulfs you when Johnny enters the area or the hopeless look of admiration when he speaks about his passion. The heart eyes when he sends you a smile or the passionate look you send him when you have a moment alone with him. Most of all, she noticed the pictures. The letters written for him and the constant need to add Johnny in any and all conversations you had with your mother.

Your mother was the only person other than you that had noticed the growing demons rising in you, and she could only hope it wouldn’t end tragically.

“You shouldn’t be spending so much time with him.” “What? Why?” You ask her, ready to get defensive. Your mother chooses her next words wisely. “Oh well we wouldn’t want to bother them so much I mean, he’s a busy man darling. He might have to get things done.”

Not true.

Only times he needs to get things done are during 2-5 pm. At 1 he goes for errands and for three hours he’s at his company. Any time he won’t be back at 5 won’t be no later than by 8. Around the time you get home from work. Making a promise to himself he wouldn’t become a busy boss that has no time for his social life. Any other time he’s at home, he has nothing else to do.

“Well I would but last time I didn’t come out to help him garden he was sad.” You shrugged your shoulders. A small smile remembering his words.

“Really?” Your mother asks you, a bit unsure. “Of course, he says he loves our time together. But you know, I got a life too. I can’t always hang with him.” You say calmly before looking back down at your phone. You weren’t naive, you knew your little game was working. The subtle touches, laughs, twirling of the hair and the longing stare had him gulping nervously. Chuckling softly and looking away as he leans his weight on his leg.

“Well I saw Jamie has begun to garden more with Johnny. How about we let them have their moments okay?” Groaning you stand up abruptly. “God mom you are so annoying! Didn’t you say I should be making an effort to make them feel welcomed? Geez you can be so hypocritical!” Stomping up the stairs and slamming the door behind you, your mother winces at the loud sound before sighing and heading out.

Wanting to cool off you get dressed in your gym clothes. Adrenaline pumping and in need to let off some steam you grab your bag and head downstairs. Walking out the door when you hear your name being called. “Y/n?” Looking over and seeing Johnny walking out with his gym clothes and bag he sends you that familiar smile.

“Heading to the gym as well?”

“Yeah well I needed to let off some steam.” “I agree.” “Really? You too feel stressed?” “Oh always.” “Wow, you hide it pretty well then.” Winking at you, you laugh and begin to walk off the porch.

“Say, since you and I are going to the same place. Want to just come with me?” “Is Jamie coming?” “Jamie? Oh! No, she’s currently having a movie marathon. So?… I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to-“ “Stop sweating it, I’ll go for your sake.” Snorting, he nods as he watches you open the passenger door to his truck and get in.

Getting there, there weren’t anyone else but two other people. Both too preoccupied with their workout with music blaring in their ears. The routine seemed to go back to the old ways. Taking the treadmills next to each other, going to the upper body weights together and even helping each other out when needed. The stretching took a whole other turn when you felt him adding pressure. “Just relax and breathe in.” He whispered to you, keeping eye contact that ultimately sent shock waves throughout your body and most importantly down low.

So close you could feel his breathing, so close all you had to do was lean in and kiss his lips. Groaning at the stretch, Johnny seems to snap out of it and clears his throat. “Okay good, you did well.” He says quickly before pulling away and helping you get up. By the time you two were finished, Johnny chose to take a quick shower. You sat at the lockers, no other woman inside and with the soft music playing. You waited patiently for him, the loneliness had you thinking about Johnny again. Johnny and only Johnny. Thinking of the fact that he’s just in the next room. By then no one else was at the gym other than the one or two workers and both mainly at the reception.

Squeezing your legs as you began to fantasize about his body and the things he could do to you.

Snap out of it y/n. But that was far much too late. You loved Johnny, you craved him. You needed him always and forever and he’s still not yours yet, and the reminder of it only has you angered yet again. But a workout won’t cut it no, this can’t go away by jogging it off or doing fifty plus crunches no, only way it can go away is by solving the problem up front. And so, you do.

Walking out the woman’s locker room, you don’t hesitant to make your way inside the men’s lockers. Hearing the faint noise of the water running, you take slow careful steps. Beginning to undress yourself and drop them right outside his shower cubicle. Unclasping your bra and dropping them onto the floor along with your panties, free your hair from the tight ponytail and enter the shower. Gasping when he hears the shower curtain get pulled back, eyes widening when he sees you and about ready to demand you to get out but is cut off when you press him up against the cold tiled wall and kiss him.

Body presses against him, a loud groan escaping him when he feels you grope him. Large hands squeezing your waist, conflict apparent as he doesn’t know whether he should push you away or reciprocate the kiss. His wedding ring feeling cool against your skin. A burning reminder for him that’s he’s married.

But he doesn’t, he can’t. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t had lingering thoughts about you. Ever since the move his wife has been too busy at the hospital. As a registered nurse he knew it was demanding just not to this extend and yet having you as company made it better. You understood him in ways his wife didn’t, heard his rambling that his wife found annoying or the random facts she thought was weird to know. The both of them lack any common interests and you, well you were perfect. It seemed you guys could relate to many things. So much he may have gotten attached to you, but that isn’t to say the guilt still hasn’t been eating him up.

But once wouldn’t hurt right? I mean it will never happen again after today.

Picking you up with ease, you wrap your legs around his waist. Leaning you up against the cold tiled wall, water still running down the both of you as the kissing becomes heated. Pants are heard from you as he begins to leave hickies down your neck. A hand tugging his hair the harder he sucks. Biting your bottom lip in order to prevent any noises desperate to fall out of your mouth. His hands massaging every bit of you, nothing you’ve ever imagined compared to this. Feeling his dick prodding at you, you gasp at the sensitivity. Cupping his face, you direct his face back up at you. Shoving your tongue down your throat, a hand of his lifts up to wrap it around your throat. Squeezing lightly to get you to open wider for him, a string of saliva connecting the two of you when he pulls away.

“Fuck me Johnny.” You beg him, hearing a quiet grunt from him when you beginning to grind on him. “Not yet.” Feeling sexually frustrated, you’re about to protest but is left shocked when he suddenly lifts you up to his face. Legs hooked over his shoulders, poking from out of the showers, you now have an overview of the bathroom. Moaning rather loudly when he begins to eat you out, relentlessly and without care of how loud he’s being with sucking and penetrating you with his tongue. “Someone can see.” You warn him through whines, head thrown back as a hand has a tight hold on his hair. Johnny was far too gone. He didn’t care if anyone walked in and saw you bare naked, he didn’t care if anyone caught him fucking you in the shower or the possibility of him being banned forever. He was drunk on you and whatever worries his logical side of him shouted, muffled as soon as you interrupted his shower.

Gripping onto the wall, nails digging in as Johnny doesn’t pull away from you. Clit abused by his lips as he keeps rubbing figure eights. Legs squeezing around him only to be spread apart by him. A loud slap is heard throughout the showers, “Keep them open.” He tells you sternly as he goes back to eating you. Fingers shoved in you as he’s desperate to have you coming for him. Head tilted back, eyes shutting tightly as you feel the familiar tightness in your lower abdomen. “Johnny!” Your mouth falls slack, eyes looking up at you. Johnny groans at the heavenly sight of you falling apart because of his mouth. Digging his face further, wanting to suffocate himself in you. Crazy how obsessed he’s gotten with your cunt, he knew it would be heavenly to get a taste of you just didn’t know it was this amazing. Never wanting to pull away from you.

Hearing footsteps, you try to pull Johnny away from you. “Johnny someone’s here-“ Gripping your hands away from him, he keeps them still. His pace quickening, eyes closing as your climax begins to settle in. Footsteps getting louder as whoever the man was is about to make their way inside the bathroom. Squealing as he suddenly drops you, catching you before you fall he only lets one of your legs touch the floor. Large hand pushing your left leg up and over his shoulder still. Gasping loudly as he forces himself in you without warning. Hand covering your mouth as he feels a rumble in his palm from the muffled moan you let out. The man who entered had turned down the faucet, washing his face and oblivious to what was currently going on a feet away from him.

“Be quiet and keep taking me.”

Thrusts getting deeper and harder, it was hard to continue standing with your leg shaking. He was so big, too big and you’re sure you’ll be sore for a while. You weren’t used to such a big cock and having him continuously fucking into you at such a fast brutal pace, not looking guilt but instead a stupid grin on his face as he sees how affected you are because of his size.

Leaning in until his mouth is next to your ear, voice much deeper and hoarse. “Am I too big sweet thing?” A single tear falls down your face, only riling him up. Clapping noises were beginning to become audible the harder he fucked into you. Skin on skin, the squelching noises your cunt was making for him. You wonder if the man outside managed to figure out what sinful things was being caused in the small cubicle if not have seen your clothes lying right outside the shower cubicle.

The loud air dryer is heard and footsteps becoming distant. Pulling out of you, your walls clench around nothing. Dropping your leg, he forces you to face the wall. Pulling your hips, ass out as he pounds into you again. No longer caring to stay quiet, the claps get louder and louder and eventually overpowers the running water. His hand goes to grip the back of your neck as he keeps you steady. A large print on your waist as he looks down and sees his dick covered in your slick. Spitting on it and watching it thrust his saliva in you. He finds it hard to believe himself when he says this will be the only time he’d ever do such a thing to be unfaithful towards his wife.

He was right.

You couldn’t stop the proud smirk on your face. Today was the very first time being in Johnny’s room, excusing himself to go use the bathroom you run a hand through the silk sheets as you lie down. Just exactly a week ago you were forced to hear the loud obnoxious moans of his wife. Having no other choice but to hear her be pleased by him and not you. And exactly a week later, you’ll be the one to take her spot.

Undressing yourself you drop your clothes right by the foot of the bed. Making sure to kick your underwear under the bed, a little surprise for the Mrs. if she ever dares look there. Hearing the door open, footsteps walking and eventually stopping by the doorframe. Eyes immediately dilated as he comes across you and all your glory on his king sized bed. “Naughty girl.” He tsk’s and makes his way over to you. Groaning lightly when you open your legs for him and give him a view of your soppy pussy. Curling your finger to get him to come closer, he leans in and leaves a wet trail of kisses from your knees and down into your cunt. A long lick that has you throwing your head back. Hand gripping the sheets.

“Already sensitive?” He taunts you.

“You want me too.” “Oh do I now?” Nodding, you sit up and push him down the bed, throwing a leg over him as you straddle him. Hands beginning to unbuckle his belt. Pulling his jeans and briefs down until his thick girth is exposed. Red tip licking with precum, veins prominent and rock hard. Grabbing him, you lick a long strip on his underside. Keeping eye contact with him as you hear him grunt. “Your cock yearns for me Johnny. I’m not the only one whose a sex addict.” You smirk at him before spitting on his dick. Using it as lubrication, rubbing it all over him until there’s a glimmer. Puckering your lips as you take his tip. Tasting the saltiness of his precum, eyes rolling back as you take more of him in your mouth.

“What a slut.” Johnny groans,holding your hair back using it as leverage to push your head down. Bobbing your head, you play with his balls and watch his face scrunch into pure bliss. He begins to thrust his hips up until eventually he was forcing you to choke on his cock. “Take it, be grateful.” He hissed as his thrusts quickens. Feeling the band in him about to snap, he gets needier. Pants shorter and more desperate for air as the euphoric feeling is beginning to hit him like a ton of bricks. Gagging, you force yourself to take it. Wanting to be good for him, to show him you can handle his big cock. You and only you is good enough for such a big girth. You wanted Johnny to forever have to image of you sucking him like a good girl. Grunting as he releases inside your mouth, you don’t dare remove him until you swallowed all of him. Licking and sucking him clean until he wasn’t dripping anymore cum. So infatuated with his dick you continue to suck him even with how sensitive he is. Having to pry you off him by force, “So damn greedy.” He mumbles before turning the both of you around.

On your stomach, he grabs a pillow and situates it underneath your hipbone. Arching your back and sticking your ass out, he leaves a hard slap. Redness already appearing as he separated your cheeks and teases you with his dick. “So wet baby, who made you this wet?”

“You Johnny,” you whine as he proceeds to enter the tip in. Sliding it in and out of you, never going further than that. “How much do you want me?”

“So fucking much Johnny god I need your dick. Please I’m on the pill.” “Good.” Screaming when he fucks you unexpectedly, like before he’s rough. Johnny doesn’t do soft and romantic you’ve noticed, instead he likes to fuck until there’s tears falling and a dripping cunt making a mess for him. Head facing the window you manage to make out your window, the exact same one you were peeking from. Noticing this, Johnny chuckles. “Remembering the time you spied on me huh?”

“Answer me sweet thing.” He tells you sternly as he pounds into you harder. Mouth wide as you squeal from how deep he was in you. So full you felt and yet you still wanted more. All of Johnny, never wanted to stop being fucked by him. So entranced by him you’re going dumb. “Y-Yes…”

“Yeah I could see you watching me fuck my wife, god all I could think about is you being the one underneath me. Did you know that huh?” Oh god you felt yourself practically dripping for him. “I fucked her stupid thinking it was you who I was fucking, you who I made cry on my dick. Would you like that?” Nodding profoundly he snickers and pushes your head down on the mattress. Room filled with the clapping, the moans and the wet noises your pussy was making for him. “God baby, she’s crying for me.” Johnny says as he looks down and sees how wet his dick has gotten because of you. Leaning down, face right next to yours as he begins to fuck you into the mattress. A loud cry from you as he begins to hit your g spot repeatedly. “So fucking deep!” You scream as he relentlessly fucks you, working up a sweat as he concentrates in getting you to cum.

“Yeah? Were do you feel me?”

“My stomach Johnny!” “Your tummy baby? You feel me all the way up there?” Nodding, at lost for words as you roll your eyes back. “Look at that, can’t even respond to me. Fucked you so stupid.” Seeing you closing your eyes, he grips your face. “Wake up pretty thing, I’m not fucking done with you.”

Things have taken a turn drastically. Almost everyday now Johnny and you at least have sex about three times. And when the Mrs. is being a burden, Johnny tells you to meet him at his office. Demanding his secretary to not allow anyone in his office as he focuses in fucking you dumb on his desk. Not giving a damn if his paperwork ends up drenched in your slick. Not caring if his desk ends up smelling like cum or if the room is filled with sex.

Everyday he finds a way to spend time with you. Angry when you didn’t answer him right away and instead finding you sunbathing by your pool, fucking you right then and there and not caring if you managed to scare away any birds by the loud moans. During dinner with your family, he keeps his cool as he interacts with your father. Everyone especially his wife oblivious to the fact that his hand was deep under your dress and fondling with your clit.

It was getting risky. Especially as your parents noticed a change in behavior between you two. The lingering touches and the constant flirting that you argue isn’t. Not only that, but you. You were getting worse. Your obsession was only growing and now you couldn’t help but wish Johnny’s wife simply disappeared. Glaring when you catch them holding hands, angered when you see him kiss her. How dare he!

And worst?

When they made the big announcement.

“We’re trying for a baby!”

How could he do this to you?! Did all those nights mean nothing to him? The constant calls and texts, did those hold no value to him? You were the one he went to for comfort. You were the one he fucked his frustrations out, you were the one he gifted you the many many expensive things. You were treated like royalty, and yet no you’re nothing more than a damn toy for him.

“How can you do this to me!” You shout angrily at him. Since the announcement he’s made it impossible to get a hold of him. Knowing how you’d react he’s been avoiding you but not today.

“Y/n I’m really busy right now-“ “No Johnny!” You say through tears. Walking around his desk, you turn the chair so he faces you. Climbing on his lap you cup his face. “You love me.”

“I don’t love you y/n-“

“You wouldn’t fuck me all those nights if it wasn’t the case.” Shaking his head he looks away from you. Hands still resting on the arm chairs. Trying to make himself look disinterested in you which further hurts your feelings. Hurt that begins to turn into anger.

“I needed a distraction. I wasn’t in a good place with my wife and now I am. That was all, sorry if I led you to believe otherwise.” You couldn’t believe it. After everything you’ve done for him, this is how he treats you. Like dirt and trash. You love him, so why couldn’t he see that? Why couldn’t he see she was obviously not meant for him? She couldn’t possibly listen to him talking nonsense for hours on end. She couldn’t possibly handle him when he’s in need of rough hard sex. You, no you were perfect for him. Meant to be with him, to please him to love him so why couldn’t he see that?

What else could you possibly do for him to be forever yours?

“Please baby…you’re making a big mistake.” You lower your voice close to his ear. Playing with his hair and massaging it the way you know he likes it. Grinding on him slow and sensually and like you anticipated, he grows hard. Planting soft kisses from his jaw down to his collarbone that you know he can’t say no to. “Only I can please you. Can satisfy you and give you everything you ever want.” Kissing his lips, he doesn’t pull away and instead wrap his arms around your waist. Helping you continue to grind on his dick. Holding back a smile when you hear him grunt.

“I’m yours baby, only yours.” Lowering his face and nuzzling into the crook of your neck , you bite your lip when he begins to suck your neck. The very revealing top exposed your perky breasts, plump lips set kisses on them until eventually he pulls your top down. Sticking his tongue out as he proceeds to lick and suck your tits. Unbuttoning his pants, you pull it enough to take his cock out. Jerking it, rubbing the tip with your thumb as Johnny’s attack on your tits only get rougher with every stroke you make. Pulling away, you lower your shorts and underwear. Climbing back on until your sitting nicely on top of him. Moans and groans are heard throughout the office from the intrusion. “Fuck me Johnny.”

And so he does.

“Y/n I thought we talked about this!”

“No Johnny we didn’t!” “Y/n drop it!”

“I won’t!” Slamming his hands on the marbled table, he stands up and walks over to you. “Alright that’s enough-“ “Let go of me!” You force your arm out of his grasp. “You can’t just push me away Johnny! Remember it took two to have sex!”

“Don’t you think I know that! But I’ve changed!” Faking a laugh you shake your head and cross your arms. “I don’t recall that three days ago at your office.” “Y/n enough! I’m a married man! And soon I will be a father!”

“Damn right you will!”

Freezing, he stops and stares at you.

“Why do you say?”

Watching as you pull out a white piece of paper, one that came directly from the hospital. Handing it to him, he opens it and feels the color drain from his face. You couldn’t stop Johnny from leaving you. You couldn’t stop him from choosing his wife over you. And while it hurt to know you won’t even come close to taking her place, you couldn’t accept the fact that Johnny simply wasn’t yours. You were used to getting your way, to winning and achieving everything you’ve ever set your mind on even if you played dirty but that was life, nothing in life is fair. You knew you only had one choice and it could only be taken right then and there at the office. While you were on the pill, you ran out of them and soon enough the effect wore off.

“Congratulations Johnny, you’re going to be a father!” You clap your hands excitedly as you watch him read the test results. Shocked and completely lost for words, you walk up to him and kiss his cheek in which he makes no move to pull away.

Pregnant?

“You’re what?!”

A voice exclaims behind the two of you. Door wide open as his wife finally came home from a long day at work.

Uh Oh.

[crissiebaby]

Double Diaper Dare: Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, WAM, hypnosis, diaper filling, slime transformation, and other ABDL themes. This series is a direct follow-up to the short story, Codi’s Trick, and while you don’t need to read it to understand this, I highly recommend it. I hope you enjoy!

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Codi’s Diary: Entry 141

I was alone for a long time, longer than the deepest reaches of my memory banks would ever allow me to remember. No name, no goals or aspirations, and barely any consciousness to speak of. Floating along as a pile of amorphous goo in zero gravity apathetic to everything around me. I didn’t know at the time if anything else or anyone else was out there. Heck, I didn’t even know what time was. 

That was until my form was sucked into and sent hurling past the event horizon of a black hole only to be spat out on some barren rock in the middle of a dead star system. It would’ve been a bleak ending to a dismal existence were it not for a parting gift that my sudden trip through time and space had left me with. I didn’t understand it then but I had been given the unique ability to create wormholes at will. Wormholes that I could use to travel the cosmos.

With the farthest reaches of space within my grasp, I traveled the galaxy and watched countless civilizations across millions of stars rise and fall, learning from them and developing consciousness slowly over time. However, there was one planet I found myself coming back to again and again. A small, underdeveloped planet with sentient life that was only beginning to take its first steps, much like I was. These bizarre and complicated life forms were called humans, and if only I had known then what my newfound love for humanity would lead to…

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“I dare you.”

Three little words that, while seemingly insignificant, had the power to turn tides and wage wars. To turn down a dare would be to bring unparalleled shame and dishonor.

“Bawk bawk!” shouted Crissie repeatedly, flapping her arms up and down like a chicken as she encircled Codi’s drawing corner. She lifted her knees high with every step to add to the animal caricature, her double-thick diaper rustling in Codi’s ears like a trash bag full of leaves, “I didn’t know my favorite roomie was such a chicky-chick-chicken! Bawk bawk!”

Focusing on her tablet as her eye twitched uncontrollably, Codi was nearing her daily limit of Crissie’s annoying antics, and it wasn’t even noon yet. Having been living within Crissie’s pocket dimension nursery for several months, there wasn’t a day that went by without the aforementioned diaper lover finding some new and unique way to pester her. And things had only gotten worse since the big Halloween reveal. “For the last time, no! You can say whatever you want but I’m not going to shift into my slime form and that’s final!” she said, blushing as she once again was forced to acknowledge her species.

Despite the humanoid form that Codi took, she was actually a goo-person from a different dimension. And while she could move between forms with ease, she preferred to keep her human form whenever she could even before rooming with Crissie. Sadly, that hasn’t stopped Crissie from asking her to change into a slime every single day since she found out. Her latest approach: the ‘dare’ tactic.

“Awww! But it could be so much fun!” whined Crissie as she thought back to how amazing it felt to have Codi’s goo swirling around in her diaper. If only that witch’s spell hadn’t been temporary, then they could have horny playtimes like that all the time. Flopping her arms over Codi’s shoulders, she sank to the floor pathetically, “Pleeeeeeeeeease! I promise I won’t ask for anything else!”

Shaking her head, Codi snickered, “Oh, pleeeeeeease, yourself! We both know that’s not true.  You said the exact same thing after you asked me to draw those diaper nudes of you AND after you got me to put that suppository in your…you-know-where!”

“Hehehe, yeah,” said Crissie, forgetting the plot for a brief moment as she fondly remembered the outcome of that suppository, “...but I really mean it this time!”

Rolling her eyes, Codi ignored Crissie’s pleas and attempted to resume her work. That was until the brat reached over her body and snatched her drawing pen out of her hand. “Crissie, I swear if you don’t give that back-”

“You’ll what?” said Crissie, pulling open the front of her diaper and dropping the pen inside, “Ooh, and I think I’m gonna have an accident pretty soon.”

Frustrated and over Crissie’s brattitude, Codi stretched her hand out quickly transforming her fingers into strands of purple goo, and wrapped herself around Crissie’s wrists and waist. She then pulled Crissie in close and promptly stuck her free hand down the front of Crissie’s diaper, retrieving her pen in seconds. “There, I’d say I lived up to my end of the dare,” she snarked, blowing the remnants of powder off of her drawing pen with a satisfied smirk, “So, now I dare you to shut up and go play in your crib until I’m done drawing.”

Puffing up her cheeks into a big pout, Crissie made a series of angry noises before stomping off and plopping herself down in her crib. She may have been pissed at how Codi got around the dare, but she was much too proud to not follow a dare given to her. Grabbing the bars of the crib, she slammed them up into place and folded her arms as she sat cross-legged on the plush mattress, her eyes locked on Codi.

Codi, meanwhile, got back to work despite feeling Crissie’s eyes burning a hole in the back of her non-existent skull. Thankfully, knowing how short of an attention span Crissie had, it wouldn’t be long before her mind was occupied by something else. At least, that’s what she hoped, anyway, failing to calculate precisely how petty Crissie was feeling.

After a few minutes of staring at her artistic adversary from behind a row of crib bars, Crissie finally gave up on the stoic approach, knowing that she’d need to step up her game if she was going to get Codi to focus her attention back on her. Luckily, she had perfect equipment ready to go within the comfort of her crib. Pulling out a Magic Wand from under her pillow, things in the nursery were about to get very loud.

“Mmmmmmm! Uuuuuugh!” moaned Crissie as she pressed the head of the large, white vibrator against the front of her diaper. She wasn’t nearly as horny as she was making it out to be, but that wasn’t the point. The point was to get on Codi’s nerves, and in that department, she was definitely succeeding.

Placing a hand on one of her ears, Codi furrowed her brows and attempted to block out the world around her. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done, as Crissie’s sexual noises only got louder and more “passionate.” She swore that Crissie had to be one of the worst actors of all time. That sadly didn’t mean that she wasn’t accomplishing her goal of being an outright distraction.

Slamming her pen down on her desk, Codi promptly stood up and stomped over to Crissie’s crib. “You’re lucky I can’t create wormholes anymore or else I would be so outta here. I’m seriously about to tape your mouth shut,” she said starkly with zero humor in her tone, continuously dreading the fact that Master had stolen her powers from her when she had first arrived in the nursery.

“Kinky,” responded Crissie, giggling as she stuck her tongue out, “Wait a minute, you got up from your desk! That means you’re done drawing, which means I won the dare!”

Pressing her thumb and forefinger on her eyes, Codi let out a long, painful groan. “I was literally getting up to tell you to can it. But sure, if it makes you feel good, you beat your dare. Now can you let me draw in peace?!”

“Nuh-uh! That means we’re tied one to one!” shouted Crissie, leaping to her feet and peeking her head over the side of the Crib, “So now it’s my turn to give you a dare again! Those are the rules.”

Throwing her arms in the air dramatically, Codi yelled, “What moronic rules are you talking about?!” 

“The rules of Double Diaper Dare, of course,” said Crissie,  acting as though what she was saying was common knowledge, “We’re supposed to give each other dares until one of us fails to do their dare or they chicken out! It’s like Double Dog Dare, only all the dares are supposed to be diaper-themed. I don’t get where the confusion is.”

Resting her head on the side of one of the crib posts, Codi couldn’t believe how self-centered and ridiculous Crissie was behaving. It wasn’t like those adjectives weren’t normally used to describe Crissie. However, for some reason, she was even worse today than usual, “The confusion is how your baby brain possibly could’ve perceived that we were playing a game at all. I don’t remember agreeing to Double Diaper Dare or whatever you sai-”

“Bawk! Bawk bawk bawk bawk!” Without hesitation, Crissie instantly launched into another series of mocking chicken noises, refusing to let Codi get a word in edgewise. 

Balling up her fist, something inside of Codi snapped as her ears were once again assaulted by Crissie’s ceaseless gibberish. Whether it was her inner-competitive spirit or the result of all the mind-numbing ways Crissie had gone out of her way to be annoying, she refused to let this indignity stand. As much as she didn’t want to play Crissie’s stupid game, this was the perfect opportunity to change the status quo within the nursery for the foreseeable future. If Crissie wanted to play games, she was going to make the bratty Little suffer as much as possible. “Fine then! You wanna play Double Diaper Dare? Bring it!” she said, placing her hands on her hips as she glared at her opponent, “But if I’m playing, there’s gonna be some stakes involved. If I win, you have to leave me alone and play quietly whenever I’m working. Deal?”

Getting exactly what she wanted, Crissie's mouth curled into a sly smile. “Deal!” she said, officially throwing down the gauntlet with her dear roomie, “And if I win, I get to play with Slime Codi again!” She extended her arm through the crib bars, offering her hand to Codi to seal the deal.

Codi instantly returned the gesture, gripping Crissie’s hand tightly as she shook it. “Alright, CrissieBaby, hit me with your best shot. What’s my dare?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

NEXT »

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About Me

Hi. I’m T.

Cancer, early-80s baby. From the western mountains of the U.S., born and raised, though I have moved a state over (still in mountains). East coast for college. Love to travel and have traveled quite a few places, including all over my own country. I prefer to do it in my baby, Fiona, a 16yo car with 360k+ miles on her.

Have always loved to read and write and draw, but stopped most post-college. Got back seriously into reading thanks to 2020 and Rebecca Yarros’s Empyrean series has gotten me back into writing and I am forever grateful.

I love hockey - and play it - and am an Ironman triathlete. I love to cook and to bake. I like shiny rocks and dragons and dinosaurs and stuffed animals and not acting my age … and thankfully married a guy who enjoys acting similarly.

My music tastes are polyjamorous - I will legit listen to pretty much anything and everything, but I do tend mostly to the rock side of things.

FOR FAN FICTION

I’ve spent decades reading it, mostly in the Pride and Prejudice world (with bits and pieces of Persuasion and Labyrinth (and really old original smut pieces on ancient geocities sites of some chick and her friends with wrestlers and minor league hockey players …)), but have only recently published, and only with the Empyrean:

RSC Lesson - Coping Mechanisms

(536 words, completed)

First post; my take on why PTSD doesn’t exist at Basgiath.

I’ll Always Keep You in Mind

(4375 words, completed)

In which our characters are in rock bands. I entirely blame @siobhanbooks on this one. 😜 Also in which I apparently invent Bodociam as a ship. 🤷‍♀️

Window of Opportunity

(229 words, completed)

Blame @yanny-77 ‘s The Underpants Heist for inspiring this one. (originally posted here on tumblr)

victory is all you need

(101,100 words (out of … ~100k iirc), m/th/sa update schedule)

Modern college hockey AU and my baby of which I am so dang proud PLEASE LOVE IT TOOOOOO.

Violet Sorrengail grew up as the lone figure skater in her family, but right before she starts at Basgiath U, her mom (the dean of students) insists that she has to join the hockey team. So not only does she have to navigate two large life transitions, she’s also told to avoid one Xaden Riorson and his crew … thanks to some sketchy shit that went down with his parents and the now-closed University of Aretia. Or so she was told (since her mom helped things go down). But things are never exactly what they seem …

Xaden Riorson, PI

tumblr-posted plot bunny that I WILL NOT BE FINISHING. Probably. Think 1930s detective stories and film noir. But this came to me while running and I had to word vomit it out. Feel free to steal and give me credit if you expand on it.

The Backup Plan

(15,041 words, completed)

Pseudo-soulmates story. Violet, daughter of the king’s head of security, is dragged to a betrothal party for the prince of Tyrrendor. She and her best friend are expected to get married eventually … but he and the king’s son are in love already. That Tyrrish prince? His name is Xaden and he negotiated two hours to find a better option. And a lot can happen in a handful of hours … (also I contribute my second ship to the fandom: Dain x Halden)

In the character waiting room

Tiny microfiction tumblr-only post in honor of @siobhanbooks’s birthday. Bodhi gets another fucking assignment … but this one he likes just fine.

agony brings no reward

(Coming soon!)

Bonus behind-the-scenes content for viayn from various POVs.