#they are wearing each others shirts by the way

[sooniebby]

The idea of a singer being a stalker instead of them being stalked is something that needs to explored more. Bonus, if the person being stalked isn’t particularly scared about it.

More specifically, the stalker being the reader. Bottom male reader.

A reader who’s always been watching his classmate since junior high school (middle school). The classmate wasn’t anyone special to others, average grades with average looks.

But you didn’t mind, him being average meant you didn’t have to fight for his attention. It was small things, just paying attention to his favorite foods and leaving them in his shoe locker.

Then slowly it blossomed. You made sure he got home safe. You found out what cram school he visited and made sure to leave snacks for him, can’t study on an empty stomach!

Increasingly, you noticed he began to get a bit paranoid, always looking behind himself. But he never made any effort to report you to the police or anything. Even when his friend suggested it at first, he practically shot it down fast.

However, after graduating to senior high school, you soon realized he wasn’t paranoid over you. He was getting bullied.

It didn’t take you long to handle it. Despite being a loner and a bit on the shorter side compared to the bully. There’s nothing a bully can do against castration. It’s quite easy to incapacitate someone who drinks a lot.

After, you expected him to act the same. And while he did—you noticed that he would look over at you in class. The first time it happened you practically had a panic attack and ran out of the classroom. He’s never looked at you at all despite the two of your being in the same class for four years straight.

You briefly wondered if he knew. Certainly acting like that would’ve confirmed his suspicions.

Luckily for you—he seemed to never look your way again. You’d know, you spend most of the day staring at him. When you finally graduated, you couldn’t be happy at all.

You’d failed to get into the university he applied to. Maybe you should’ve paid more attention to school. You were about to just come up with a back up plan when your sister said she wanted to go somewhere with you.

Just your luck, she tricked you in attending an audition at a music competition. You and her used to sing a lot as kids but you had stopped to focus on him. Of course, the devil was out to get you when you both managed to last until the final round.

Privacy wasn’t a thing for you after that. Your sister persuaded you to get signed at a company. Your parents as well since you technically had nothing else going for you—you did fail the exam for each college you tried at. (That was a lie, you had only applied to one)

Before you didn’t need to dress up to stalk him. You were pretty average as well—but now people recognized you. Especially because the company loved to advertise you as a “emo boy.” You took offense to that—just wearing black didn’t make you an emo.

But in any case, you had to start wearing clothes you wouldn’t be caught dead in. Watching him was harder this time… because he was surprising popular at his university. Everyone talked to him more often and invited him to hang out.

You didn’t understand, he didn’t change how he looked. In any case, you thought he was handsome first. You had dibs. It was getting increasingly difficult to just standby as men and women flirted with him.

Then your worst nightmare happened—he had a date. You stalked it, of course. Dressed in a bright pink shirt with white pants. Hair styled nicely compared to the mess you usually kept it. People really didn’t recognize you when you actually put effort into your looks.

You played with your knife as you watched them chat at the table across from you. The blade was too dull for your liking. Though you had only really used it to castrate that guy. And maybe… to scare off a few people in high school… but you’d never kill—seemed pointless.

As the date finally ended, you were pleased to see him turn down the girl’s offer to come to her place. You watched in satisfaction as she walked away dejectedly. She’s a pretty girl, she’ll find someone else.

You were too busy watching that you hadn’t even noticed someone behind you.

“I almost didn’t recognize you.”

Your body froze. You couldn’t move at all. A laugh left him as he tapped your shoulder.

“Are you going to run away again? I didn’t think you’d still stalk me after becoming a singer. You’re…”

You expected him to cuss you out but to your shock he said.

“Dedicated. Really dedicated. It’s cute.”

“A…what?” You whispered, slowly turning around to face him.

He was smiling at you. Smiling as if he was talking to a friend and not his stalker for over seven years. Was he insane?

Well you weren’t one to talk.

“Cute. I’m glad you didn’t run away this time. Here, gimme your LINE ID.” He said, pulling out his phone. You could only stare at him as he waved his phone. “C’mon, I’m speaking Japanese, yeah?”

“I… wait… are you—? Don’t you know I’ve been stalking you for almost eight years?”

“Mhm.”

“And that I almost followed you to your university? It wasn’t even a university I wanted to go, i don’t even know what I wanted, only if it had you.”

“Yeah.”

“Are you listening to me? I castrated a guy for you.”

“So that’s what you did… he wouldn’t tell me what happened at all,” he muttered, effectively ignoring everything else you did.

“….I followed you on a date, why aren’t you…” you couldn’t help yourself and grabbed his shirt, shaking him a bit. “This can’t be real. Why aren’t you scared?”

“You’re telling me things I already know.” He gazed down at you, his hand reached up and grasped the back of your head. “Why would I be scared if I liked it all?”

You blinked just as he kissed your cheek, a wide grin on his lips.

“You’ve watched me for this long,” he whispered, his hand slowly reaching down to grab your chin as he forced you to look up at him.

“But didn’t seem to notice that I was watching you too, (Name)-Chan.”

I’m bored so I made this longer than necessary. I always thought the idea of someone always having known they’re being stalked—making it easier for their stalker to learn stuff about them. That’s what he’s implying, btw. He didn’t stalk you, he just always noticed when you were watching him.

Reader isn’t a reliable narrator.

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[bofetada-de-conos-goteandos]

My wife has these temporary tattoo of Queen of spade from a few years ago. She wear them with a tiny little skirt and a tight little shirt at a concert for Usher she go to with a girl friend. They went to these guys hotel that pick them up at the concert because of they notice these temporary tattoos they are wear. Is was five guys and my wife and her friend and they have big orgy and fuck the shit out of them.

One guy is record a video my wife phone that she still have it. One guy is sit on a chair and my wife is ride on the guy big cock. Then the guy turn the camera and show other guy and he is fuck my wife friend on the bed.

These guys are really big like college football players.

The one on the bed starts pounding so hard the girl and he is pull out and cums all over.

The guy on the chair picks my wife up and carries her to the bed and my wife licks the cum off of my wife friend. The guy with the camera starts to fuck my wife and hand the camera to the guy who just came. The guy who was fucking my wife starts fucking the friend.

Video is maybe 30 minutes and so sexy!

Is not on the video and my wife is tell to me these guys all fuck and cum two times each. Then one guy fucks some more and doesn’t come again. He just keeps fucking and keeps fucking. Fucking really hard and deep mostly my wife he is fucking. She is taking deep hard fucking better than her friend for with these guys have very big dicks. My wife let him to try to fuck her ass and maybe that will make him come for his three time and he just keep fucking.

The second time all of these guys cum they are cum in my wife is letting them cum inside of my wife pussy and my wife friend is sucking my wife pussy clean each time.

I like to watch my wife fucking in these situations. Parties with big cock guys that fuck my wife very hard and deep is favorite for me. Always fun to watch when she starts to beg of them to let that they can cum inside of her pussy.

One time we are having a party at our house and she was going around almost before people were start to leave and she is ask for if anyone is not have a cum yet or want to have a cum again.

My wife was on the shoe mat by the door, face down and like three guys fucked her full of cum on their way out the door and this same friend of my wife is there and she is sucking to make their cocks nice and hard when they are waiting for to fuck my wife. Then she sucks on my wife pussy and my wife cum on the friend sucking on the pussy.

I really liked this friend. She moved away, but we still visit sometimes together. I fuck this same girl lots of times. When is just the three of us she will let me fuck in the ass and cum inside. Is fun to do this and my wife is sitting on the girl face and my wife is beg me to cum in the friend sexy little ass and then my wife is suck my cock after.

She is sleep over with us lots of times. I like the way she will wake up in the night and suck my dick and my wife is asleep. I like the way she will pretend we are sneak about fucking and my wife is sleeping next to us.

Sometimes my wife is doing dress up with her like twins. They go and do makeup and have hair salon and nails. Do shopping and pick matching outfits. Is fun to fuck them like that. We did one Halloween party with suggested costumes of everyone to be dress same way. The guys are all same dress as professors and girls are all same dress as college girls.

Any way. Queen of Spades tattoo was easy for make to have guys to hit on the girls for fucking. Oh I forgot for say that one guys is ask for my wife at the Usher concert for how big is biggest dick she ever fuck and then show to my wife how big is the guy dick. She give him handjob in the concert and he fingers my wife and she is have no panties. He is going to fuck my wife in the concert except security guy come and makes a big problem. Nobody make to go home from the concert but he is make it so not to fuck. I think is may be is better because if he fuck my wife and cum at there then maybe they don’t go back to the hotel together for fucking.

[starconstruction]

Door to Whore Salesmen

Wonyoung + Sullyoon x Male Reader (Smut)

smut tags: paying for sex, implied older reader (sir), ass licking, scissoring, face riding, face painting, multiple orgasms, creampies, fsub, oral.

Word Count: 2914, not proof read

i am quite proud of this one.

The background noise of the TV played throughout your humble home office, nice and sleek. Noir trimmed walls that were painted a elegant white, paintings of random objects laid hung up in rich wood frames.

The computer in front of you had various charts and graphs, calling with potential boring clients, it was a good gig. You made more money than you could physically set alight.

A knock of your door took you by surprise, marking yourself as out of office and heading towards the door.

Once the door opened there laid two women, young 20s you'd guess. One had soft brown hair, which laid neatly over her shoulders. The other with smooth and black hair, their lips were turned into a soft smile. Wearing identical clothes, white sleeveless shirts that hugged onto their tight bodies, paired with equally white short skirts. Continuing the theme with white leggings.

The brown haired girl held pieces of paper, lugging a backpack behind her. The other one held various snacks. "Hello sir." the black haired girl said, voice warm and bright.

"Hello?" You replied, crossing your arms.

"Hello, wanna buy some cookies?" She asked, thrusting the snacks forward. A varied assortment of obviously store bought treats. Still tempting though, especially with how eagerly they were offered.

"Store bought? Couldn't even make some?" You sneered. The girls were flustered but no more deterred, ignoring their face blushes as they committed.

"Sir, we are not bakers. But we have a dream and heard this makes money." She said.

"Alright, tell me about yourself. What are these names and goals?" You stepped forward instinctively.

"I'm Wonyoung, she's Sullyoon and we want money for to purchase new music equipment." Wonyoung smiled.

Sullyoon chimed in, "we are really good singers."

"Okay, maybe I could buy a few. But whats with the paper?" You queried, hands pointing at the printed paper in her embrace.

"Well, this is our cookie menu" She waved it around, "and this is our 'secret menu' here" You were intrigued.

"Secret menu?" You responded.

"Yes sir, take a look." She handed the menu to you, soft smooth hand brushing against yours.

Your jaw dropped, this menu wasn't food. Well, in a way it was. Considering they were on it, offering a variety of sinful services that seemed more tempting than a few bastard cookies.

"Wow, pricey ay?" You jested.

"Good girls command good prices sir, are you more interested in this menu?" Sullyoon asked softly.

"Yes, come inside let's discuss."

-

You were used to getting the best possible deals, an expert negotiator of your craft. This was not any different, but instead of trying to get a discount you were trying to prod for more surfaces.

"Sir, if you want my ass it'll cost you more." Wonyoung said, but you didn't care. Nodding as you signed whatever stupid thing they presented. With all the deals concluded it was time to get the show on the road, lips locking in a three way kiss. Their soft smooth lips left an impart on yours, the unique sweetness of each girl collected up. Sullyoon's bubble gum lip gloss and Wonyoung's cherry one, they knew how to kiss, breathy as you three kissed each other at once.

"Show me I'm not going to regret this, on your knees for me." You demanded, they scrambled to comply. Getting onto the plush carpet, big doe eyes locking up against yours. Purring while their cheeks rubbed up against your clothed bulge.

"Nice cock sir, can we please free it, please." Sullyoon begged.

You nodded, watching as the two girls scrambled to get you undressed, Wonyoung getting the first layer off and Sullyoon the second. Truly a rehearsed art, cock hanging in the air as the two girls pressed their nose against your shaft, sniffing your musk. "Mmph, you smell so good, can we suck it please sir!" Wonyoung was impatient.

"You two can do whatever you fucking want." You growled, giving them the go ahead. Watching the girls smile, sharing a lustful glare as Sullyoon's lips converged around your shaft, taking you inwards with their warmth. Feeling utterly heavenly, she started slowly. Taking inch by inch, Wonyoung didn't sit idle. Taking your balls in her wet mouth, giving gentle sucks all over.

"You two feel so fucking good, good girls." You complemented, getting lost in their embrace, hands clawing at your desk as Sullyoon's lips sped up. Bobbing up, down, up, down. Every inch she managed to take now slick with her saliva, Wonyoung stopped sucking with a delightful pop. "You enjoying this? Enjoying her on this fat cock? She's so pretty." Wonyoung rasped, resuming on your balls.

"Sullyoon, fucking hell..." You groaned, taking charge, you paid a premium price, you'll get a premium service. Grabbing onto her soft hair as you wrapped it into your fingers, pulling her up and down on your cock. Her eyes widened in shock but adapted anyway, sliding straight on and off you. She constricted around your tip as she was pushed to your crotch, nose scrunching as every inch found it's way into her mouth.

"God, gonna fuck your throat." You kept thrusting into her wanton mouth, drool pooling downwards, forcing her to breathe through her nose. She was taking it well, the sounds of wretched gags leaking through Sullyoon.

"Swap." You commanded, tugging a panting Sullyoon off your needy cock. Wonyoung smiled as she was now an acquaintance with your tasty cock, running her tongue all over the Sullyoon saliva covered length. Pushing it down her mouth, unlike Sullyoon who needed a bit of motivation. She was happily throating you, hand teasing your ass while Sullyoon enjoyed your balls.

The sight of two girls enjoying your cock made you dizzy, hands rubbing the girls hair, it was obscene and filthy.

You were reveling in the intoxicating pleasure, but you didn't wanna blow your load too early, not that you were being limited like that. Pushing the girls off your meat as they laid back on their knees, waiting for your next call. "Take each other's leggings off" You growled, watching the erotic site of Wonyoung's hands taking a more direct approach, ripping the fabric open and then tugging it down. Leaving them completely inoperable, revealing her white slightly damp underwear.

Sullyoon was much more restrained in her approach, opting to remove it the conventional way. Hands grabbing them firmly in one elegant sweep they were gone.

The two girls laid in nothing but shirts and underwear, your lips curved into a smirk. "Wonyoung, remove her panties for me. With teeth." You commanded, watching the girl dive straight into Sullyoon's leg. Staring into her eyes, teeth sinking into the fabric. Tugging it down the flawless legs of the older salesman.

Sullyoon's pussy laid exposed to the air, pink and puffy, coated in a thin layer of arousal. Positively appetising, restraining yourself for now. "Good, now. Sullyoon do the same." You were enjoying this a bit too much, watching Sullyoon push Wonyoung back, hands running up her thighs as she returned the favour.

Two beautifully nearly naked girls laid near each other. A devilish plan formulating in your head. Pulling your chair out of its natural spot from it's desk, towering over them. "Give me a show, scissor each other for me." You commanded, voice deep as Sullyoon's eyes widened. Body flushing in shock, Wonyoung had none of this. Pushing Sullyoon's back against the floor, kissing her knee reassuringly.

The room heated up in arousal, Wonyoung straddling the brown haired girl below her. Pussies inches from each other, hands shoving the legs out the way as they connected for the first time.

Their pink lips rubbed against each other, aggressively grinding, the sight was so hot. Hands wrapping around your cock, using their saliva as lube while you watched them scissor. Sullyoon was reduced to a moaning mess, head thrown back, lips parted slightly. Wonyoung acted with her own agency, hands aggressively fondling and groping Sullyoon's perky tits.

Your breath hitched with their moans, getting a private show. "You enjoying that Sullyoon?" You asked, jerking off with an intense vigor.

"Yes! Oh fuck -- I love it!" She moaned, completely fucked out her mind.

"Wonyoung, spit in her mouth." You commanded, she was eager to comply. Temporarily stopping as the girl kept her mouth open. Taking the thick glob of spit that shot out of Wonyoung's mouth, swallowing with a deep gulp.

They resumed, really feeling themselves on your floor. Your breath was shaky as your orgasm started to tighten inside your core, unwilling to let it go to waste. Getting off your chair in the nick of time, rushing over as you towered over Sullyoon. Shooting thick globs of cum over her entire face, splattering against the bridge of her nose, cheeks, forehead and lips. Thoroughly coated in your seed, you sighed as you came down to earth.

You had no words, sitting back down as Wonyoung laid undeterred, licking the orgasm off Sullyoon's face. Collecting it on her tongue, gulping it down.

The filthy sight of two girls rubbing themselves together for your pleasure quickly gave you strength, dick barely getting a chance to soften before you were ready again.

"Ugh, Wonyoung! I'm gonna cum!" She screamed, completely lost to pleasure. But you had better ideas.

"Stop." The words were strong and insistent. Ringing through the room as Wonyoung came to a screeching halt, Sullyoon whined as she was edged. So close to her high, so close to release. Bur not close enough.

"Good girl." You complemented, thinking about what to do next. "Come upstairs." the girls eagerly followed behind you, your bed was more than big enough for whatever sinful things in store.

"Nice bedroom sir, gonna fuck us on this bed?" Wonyoung asked, sprawling her hands on the gelatinous bed. "You already know, both of you, up." You barked, watching them clamber face first into your pillows.

Their backs laid ripe for the taken, jiggly asses that looked pillowy soft. Fingers trailing down the smooth skin, copping a feel of their fleshy cheeks. "Delicious."

You rubbed your erect length over Sullyoon's cunt, coating your tip in her wetness, glistening and sexy. "Wonyoung, get in front of her face." You commanded, watching the girl position her cunt in front of Sullyoon's face, her tongue reaching out to the slick warmth in front of her.

You pressed in, her sinful warmth wrapped around you, her gasps blocked by Wonyoung's pussy. She was insanely tight, inch by inch consumed your cock. Squeezing the life out of you, it was too good. Starting to pick up rhythm, unable to stop yourself.

"Sullyoon! Eat my pussy god... That's so good" Wonyoung moaned, hands pushing the girl into her bare cunt. You were more than happy to oblige, slamming her forward into her snack.

Her body handled you well, like she was built for your cock and nobody else. Sounds of slapping skin, crotch clapping against hers, "So tight, god you are so tight!" You praised, but there was something even tighter to explore. Pulling out just long enough to coat your finger in her wetness, thrusting back in with a demanding precision.

"Hmm,you can take a finger in this little ass right?" You asked, Sullyoon couldn't really say much, trapped face firsf in the confines of Wonyoung's pussy. "Yeah, she can fuck, finger this whore!" She was answered for.

Your finger rubbed against her puckered hole, pressing inch by inch, she grabbed onto your finger, unwilling to let it go. The position was a bit awkward but Sullyoon clearly enjoyed it, moaning loud muffled screams into Wonyoung.

"Oh, ugh, erm.. Sullyoon fuck! I'm gonna cum on your face!" Wonyoung screeched, grinding her cunt against the tongue of her fellow salesman. Wonyoung came undone, body flushing a harsh red. Panting and catching her breath.

You smiled, still determined to make the girl below you cum. "Wonyoung, get over here, I think you can put that tongue to good use." You groaned, pulling your finger out of Sullyoon.

Wonyoung was eager, crawling over to Sullyoon's ass, hands running over her cheeks. She looked at you with an obscene glare, tongue reaching out to her ass. Rimming her with delicate circles.

"Hmmm, fuck! Sir, ugh, Wonyoung!" She was losing it, hands desperately grabbing into the sheets. Pulling them off your bed accidentally, thick bunches of fabric coiled in her hand as you fucked her into the bed.

"Sir, gonna cum in her? Fill her up?" Wonyoung asked, tongue writhing against her ass, drooling into it, making it dirtier. "Of fucking course. Gonna cum in this slut." You groaned, slamming into her body, all rhythm was lost. Similarly to her composure, every second made the room hotter, air thicker, their prim and proper appearance at the door completely defiled. Hair separated and clingy to their heads, shirts on the ground. Panting and drooling.

"Sir! Won.. Fuck I'm gonna cum!" Sullyoon yelled, Wonyoung speeding up her tonguing. Your thrusts sped up in tandem, chasing your high at the same time. Sullyoon went limp into the bed as she came undone, taking your white hot load straight into her body. Sighing with relief as she got filled up.

Wonyoung kissed you, giving you a taste of Sullyoon's ass before you pulled out. "Dont let anything go to waste." You demanded, "Yes sir." She got to work, greedily licking the cum out of her, collecting it on her tongue. "Good..." You uttered.

Wonyoung was finished with her duty, showing her creamy prize on your tongue. "Share with your friend." You watched as she roughly manhandled Sullyoon, turning her flawless back around, sitting on her toned stomach. "Open your mouth Sullyoon." She complied instantly, mouth opening up. Wonyoung dribbled your load out of her mouth, thick and white liquid falling down into Sullyoon's awaiting hole.

They swallowed, giving you a premium show, worth every cent.

But, you wanted more.

"Wonyoung, ride my cock... Sullyoon, I want a taste of that sweet cunt." You stated your demands, swapping positions once more. Laying comfortably where Sullyoon was just fucked, cock in Wonyoung's hand as her partner's pussy laid inches from your face, her sweet musk penetrated your nose. It was intoxicating. Tongue instinctively reaching out as Sullyoon sat on your face, arousal making contact with your tastebuds.

A warmth trapped your cock, much tighter than her partner, lifting herself up and down. Bouncing up and down. "Hmm sir, you are so fucking big!" Wonyoung praised, hands digging into your stomach, giving her a better grasp as she fucked herself with your cock.

Sullyoon's juices poured itself down your eager tongue, grinding against you, whines airy and soft, a chorus alongside Wonyoung's deep and loud ones. It was utter euphony. You were completely drunk on the taste that came in spades. Flipping the script, tongue fucking the girl on your face, her crotch pushing back and forth in support. "Ugh! Tongue fuck me sir, please!" She whined.

The loud sound of a call rang out from your office, but you didn't care. Whatever project they offered was useless compared to the juicy girls in front of you. You couldn't speak, words coming out as a gargle muffled by Sullyoon.

"Sir... Fuck oh my god oh my god! Fuck that call I need this dick!" Wonyoung panted, her bounces got louder, skin clapping against hers.

"Sir! Keep going!" Sullyoon whined, your oxygen entirely replaced with her arousal, her scent, thighs rubbing against your cheeks.

The bed creaked at Wonyoung's intensity, every bounce a violent shudder at her whims. You werent going to last much longer, trying to hold out for the girl riding you.

Wonyoung was too tight, too perfect, firing your third orgasm up into her body. Flooding her with whatever you had left. "Mmph! Sir, that's so nice. I feel so full!" She said, bouncing on your sensitive shaft, riding for her orgasm as you endured the discomfort.

"Oh god!" She had very few words, slowing down as it hit like a tornado, creaming around your cock. Keeping you inside.

Your job wasn't done, not with a horny Sullyoon on your face. Your head was throbbing in need for oxygen, desperate to finish her off. Hands pushing her against you, rubbing her wetness on all of you. Marking her ground.

"Ah! Ah! Oh god, sir! I'm gonna cum!" She chanted, aggressively orgasming on your awaiting face, movement going to a screeching halt.

The ringing hadn't ceased, you should probably answer that. Getting Sullyoon off you, breathing in the stale air. "I need to answer that call, come with me." You said.

Sitting back at the desk you picked up the call, "Finally! God I've been calling for ages, anyway how is the report." The phone rattled, "Yeah, it's done. I'll send it over real quick then I'm gonna be out of office for the rest of the day." You replied, quickly sending the document and hanging up.

The girls approached you, eyes nefarious as they plotted. "Sir, how would you rate our service?" Wonyoung asked.

"Perfect, beyond perfect." You replied.

"So," Sullyoon began, finger pressing against her lip. "Let's say we came over tomorrow?" She asked, you nodded immediately.

"Great! But, while you were calling Wonyoung admitted she wanted her ass ate, you'd do that for us right sir?" She teased, incredibly forward. Watching Sullyoon bend her over, perky ass exposed for you.

"Of course."

You dove in, worth every penny.

[sleepyjackets]

let's get you that milkshake🥤

summary: rafe and you hate eachother but one late night in your dads diner something shifts (or so you thought)

pairings: season 1 rafe cameron x reader

warnings/tags: enemies to lovers, public sex, swearing, fem!reader, edging (kinda???)

you and rafe loathe each other to no end. ever since that prick and all his kook friends trashed your dads restaurant you couldn't keep the idea of socking a punch into his pretty face outta your mind. you assumed this beef of yours was one sided but apparently not. everytime you and rafe are anywhere near eachother you catch him staring. rather those are hateful stares or something more you can't quite tell.

you're cleaning up around the golf corses him and his squad of pricks frequent when you hear something all too familiar.

"come clean up this shit pogue!" one of his friends yells across the field with not an ounce of shame in his voice. you look down to find a milkshake spilled all over grass and sidewalk with a sticky golf ball meeting it's halt in the mess

typically, you’d ignore this kinda thing but you've grown all too irritated lately for other reasons so you make your way over. but your pursuit is stopped when you hear

"come on are you guys 8 clean up your goddamn mess." rafe says lifting his hand over his eyes to shield his face from the suns harsh rays.

"when you do stupid shit like this it makes me look bad" he puts his hand on his friends shoulder and laughs.

rafe must've saw you staring in disbelief because he scoffs "you want a picture or something little miss pogue?"

little miss pogue

you hated that name almost as much as you hated rafe. him and his friends made that name for you after your dad started hanging up your old pagent photos in his restaurant.

"in your goddamn dreams prick" you bite back starting to walk away.

"more like nightmares."

you hear it. you say not one word.

about a week later you're closing up the restaurant when rafe walks in alone and spots you. his eyes stay on you for longer than necessary before he walks up to the counter.

"can i just have a milkshake?" rafe asks very obviously trying not to look at you.

small detail. that day you were wearing a low cut shirt and you purposely left your hair up too just for emphasis. you didn't really love attention but it felt good to look good. you also sure as hell didn't expect to have rafe cameron tripping over himself at the sight of your cleavage. god did it feel intoxicating.

"we're actually closed i just didn't lock the door. what are you doing on this side of town anyways don't you have a maid who could just make you a milkshake?" you add in a little lip bite in between your sentences and lean forward a little. it's not like you really knew how to flirt but you know you were doing something and it was working on him. again it was so intoxicating watching the guy who's been terrorizing you for months finally stutter over his words at the sight of you. you had power and god were you into this way more than you should be.

"so you can't even do your goddamn job" he snaps back but it's obvious he was just compensating for the fact that he knew you knew he was tripping over himself

"instead of being an ass why don't you come to the back i can get you something else." again absolutely intoxicating.

"in your fucking dreams little miss pogue." he stuttered

a smirk crosses across your face and you lean forward a little. "oh really?"

"yeah really." he says crossing his arms.

you grab a cup from the side of your counter and mutter.

"let's get you that milkshake then?"

when he meets you in the back you quickly grab his perfectly ironed shirt collar and pull him in for a sloppy kiss. his hands grip onto your waist like a goddamn lifeline and you let out a small moan into his mouth. rafe sits you up on the counter and keep kissing you while one of his hands roams up to cup your tit.

"bathroom." he says in between kissing your lips.

as you move to pull away rafe grips onto you harder and you're able to wrap your legs around his hips.

you barely make it to that bathroom before you're both clawing at the tight fabrics restricting you from skin on skin contact.

when you're both stripped down rafe props your beautiful body up on the wall and starts trusting. which each movement a moan creeps out of your mouth and you instinctively quiet down a little.

"your noises are so goddamn pretty" he says in between latching his lips onto your neck and upper chest. his fingers gently curl around your nipple and you let out another moan. "yeah tell me when you're cumming baby"

you start to feel a warm rise in your stomach and yell out

"fuck rafe i'm coming!"

then he stops.

it takes you a bit to even register what this asshole just did but once you fully open your eyes and look around you come to a realization. you look up to see rafe gently setting you on your feet and smiling like that was nothing. rafe starts walking out once his clothes are back on but stops. you think you're getting an apology maybe even a second round but your fantasy is broken when he says all smug

"i still want that milkshake little miss pogue"

[muletia]

I have not been able to stop thinking of smokescreen being one with boobs think we could get more of that pretty please like oh god him just being obsessed with your body and adoring it

obsessed!smokescreen x human!reader very suggestive/sexual content

cw: possessiveness, clinginess, breast play

word count: 1000

"Smokescreen" a reprimand.

"Hmm?" and a cheerful hum.

You glare at the large helm blocking your laptop screen, leaving no illusions about how much you currently disapprove of his clinginess. When all you get in return is an even wider, confident smirk and Smokescreen leaning in to steal a kiss, you reach your limit. You press your palm against the center of his faceplate, covering his intake, and try to clear the space between you and your laptop by pushing him away with all your strength. Naturally, it ends in utter failure. Smokescreen doesn’t budge.

"You won’t succeed, sweetspark," he says, his voice muffled by your hand. "No force in the world can pull me away from you right now."

As he starts placing small, quick kisses on the inside of your palm, you groan in frustration.

Sometimes, his clinginess was honestly endearing, especially after a long separation, when you finally had free time to lounge together on the couch in the garage, showering each other with affection all day long. But today, it was giving you nothing but a headache. You had mountains of overdue work to catch up on, which you had informed him about beforehand, adding that you wouldn’t be able to meet up today. You just hadn’t expected that he’d come to visit anyway, barge into your home, and sprawl out on your bed with you, making it nearly impossible to get anything done with his unrestrained longing.

"Don’t you have some Decepticon afts to kick?" you ask, craning your head in every direction in search of a good place to actually see what you do.

"Naaah, not today. Today, I’m all yours," he says between kisses. "I mean… I’m always yours, of course! Only yours. But today especially."

His large optics gaze at you, but you refuse to make eye contact. You’re still trying to find a way to ignore his advances, which hurts but also fuels his determination to keep vying for your attention. He hasn’t had many chances to do so lately. Smokescreen wanted to make the most of every nanoklik together, not feel like a third wheel between you and your laptop.

"Come on, sweetspark," he whines, prying your hand away from his faceplate. "Let’s do something fun. Maybe we can try beating our last record on the track, hm?"

"Sorry, Smokes. I’m not going anywhere." You sigh. "I have to finish this work, so be a good mech and find something to do."

"Can I keep myself busy with you?"

That question makes you want to scream, but before you explode, an idea forms in your head.

"Actually… you can," you say.

Smokescreen’s faceplate lights up with joy, as if you had just gifted him a star from the sky. He’s already preparing to bury you under an avalanche of kisses when you stop him with an outstretched hand. A single optical ridge rises.

"Give me your servo," you encourage, and Smokescreen obeys without hesitation. "I’ll give you something to play with since you’re so adamant about not backing off. Just, for the love of God, be gentle."

You guide his large servo under your loose T-shirt until it reaches your chest. At the contact with hard metal, you shiver slightly, but you leave his servo there. Immediately, his thumb begins stroking your skin.

You’re lucky you didn’t wear a bra today.

"Wow," Smokescreen sighs, utterly captivated by the softness and plumpness of your breasts. "They’re so soft."

"And sensitive," you warn. "Don’t squeeze too hard, alright?"

"Mhm," he hums, unable to tear his gaze away from his servo working under your shirt.

"Here’s the deal. You let me finish my work in peace, and then we’ll think about breaking that record, okay?"

"Mhm," another barely coherent response. But you’d take that over having his helm constantly shoved in front of your laptop.

Smokescreen found himself on a cloud nine.

He had experienced the softness of your body before. He was convinced he knew it by heart, and though every time he held and touched you was pure bliss, it didn’t even compare to what he was feeling now.

Remembering to be gentle, he alternates between squeezing and stroking, familiarizing himself with this new shape, savoring how easily your flesh yields under his fingers and then bounces back into place when released. He quickly becomes mesmerized by the sensation and craves more. He squeezes again, and again, and again, sometimes gathering more from the left, sometimes from the right, utterly enchanted by the plushness you’ve allowed him to experience, yet profoundly grateful for this taste of true happiness.

Smokescreen suddenly feels the overwhelming need to share that happiness with you. To show you just how grateful he is in the only way he knows how.

Yet, he cannot let go of his selfish desires in the process.

"So?" you ask after several minutes of silence. "Do you like it?"

"I want more," Smokescreen whispers.

"Uh, sure. The other one’s all yours."

"No. I want more," he says mysteriously, staring at your chest like a predator eyeing its prey.

You stop working just in time for the attack.

With a speed unfathomable to you, Smokescreen pushes your shirt up and slips his helm underneath. Without wasting a second, a dense rain of kisses descends upon your chest, starting from your sternum and eventually moving to your breast, kissing all around your nipple and in less precise spots.

"Incorrigible!" you shout.

You pull at the collar of your shirt to investigate what he’s doing, hoping he might reconsider upon seeing your fury, but Smokescreen has no intention of looking up — far too absorbed in worshipping your body.

Which is adorable and lovely… just not when you need to work.

"Primus, you’re so beautiful and soft," he murmurs. He momentarily latches onto the skin of your inner breast, attempting to leave a peculiar hickey, which he successfully does after a few moments. "I don’t want to break any records today," he informs you, nuzzling against your left breast, rubbing his faceplate over it. "I want to stay right here. Forever."

[sai-int]

100% self projecting: bestfriend!johnny with reader who got basically played by someone they had feelings for?

can be fluff, angst to smut, anything haha

(was supposed to go on a second date this saturday but he’s flaking again after i stupidly gave him a second chance😋)

I hate men ugh. but thank god for Johnny!!!

picture this: its 1986 and its the summer before you're off to college. there's no ac, and a massive heatwave has got everyone out and about, milling at the local pool or on bike rides. but you and cbf!johnny? you're both cooped up in your room, braving the heatwave together.

The heat's unbearable, thick and sticky, clinging to you like a second skin. It's the kind of day that feels like the sun's trying to burn right through the roof—set fire to the world entirely. Your room’s stifling, the windows are wide open but it doesn’t matter. the air outside is no better.

Your room, usually a refuge, feels more like a furnace. It's late afternoon but it still hasn’t cooled down. You and Johnny sat on the floor, surrounded by the usual chaos of clothes, textbooks, and half-empty bottles of water.

You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand and beads of sweat just reappear in seconds, causing you to groan in frustration. "I swear, this heat's gonna kill me before anything else does."

Johnny lets out a low chuckle, but it's strained. Even he's struggling to keep his cool, his usual carefree attitude slipping under the weight of the temperature. He tugs at the collar of his shirt, clearly regretting wearing a black tee on a day like this. "We should’ve just gone t'the pool 'r somethin'"

He's sitting against the side of your bed, sketchbook in hand, his leg stretched out in front of him while his other knee’s bent. He’s scribbling away, lost in whatever he’s drawing. You're laid back on the bed, head hanging off the side as you nosily watch him draw.

You swivel your head to look at him, your hair hanging below you as the world is skewed upside-down. "How are you not dying in this heat?"

Johnny glances over, his lips twitching as he tries to stifle a grin. "Ah, well, you're no' Scottish, so ye wouldn’t know. We’re built for this." He hums casually, focus back on his sketch book.

"You’re full of shit," you mutter, the heat getting to you now. "It's way too hot."

He chuckles, his hand moving in quick strokes on the page of his sketchbook. "Aye, definitely too hot," he agrees, but his eyes don't leave the drawing, the pencil moving fast, his bottom lip tugged under the top one like he's really concentrating.

You turn your head away from him and look at the settling sun through the window. you can feel the blood rushing to your head as your brain fills the silence with random thoughts. "I can’t believe he did that to me," you mumble, more to yourself than to Johnny.

Johnny's pencil stops moving, and you can feel his eyes on the side of your head, even though you're upside down. His voice is quieter when he responds, like he's thinking about his words. "Did what, exactly?"

You let out a slow, bitter breath. "He… he cheated on me. All that time, I thought—" You cut yourself off, your throat tightening with the memory of it. You thought you had something real. Thought he was the one. But turns out, he wasn't.

Johnny's jaw tightens, and for a second, you swear you see his fists clench, though his expression stays calm. "RIght bastard," he mutters, his accent thickening with each word. "He didn't deserve ye, ye ken, aye?"

You nod, but it doesn’t feel like enough. "I know. I just… I thought he cared. I gave him everything."

Johnny puts the sketchbook down beside him, finally turning his full attention to you. His leg uncrosses, and he leans forward, his knee brushing against the side of your bed as he gets closer. The heat is still undeniably suffocating, but now there’s a different kind of tension—one that’s quiet, thrumming underneath the surface like a heartbeat—a thing with a life of its own.

"I've been watchin' ye go through all this shit," he says, his voice low, his eyes softening. "He was a real piece o' work. Couldnae see how good ye are if ye gave him glasses."

You roll your eyes, but the weight of his words presses into your chest, making it hard to breathe for another reason. "Don't say that... I just... I dunno, I feel stupid."

Johnny shakes his head, his hand moving to brush a stray strand of hair sticking to your temple. "Nah, lass. You're not stupid." His gaze softens even more, the intensity of it making your pulse quicken. "Ye deserved better. Always did."

You look at him, still upside down, the angle messing with your focus, but there's something in his eyes now. Something that pulls at your chest and makes your heart flutter. "Johnny..."

"Yeah?" He's hums, cocking his head to the side in curiosity, oddly resembling a confused puppy.

You swallow hard, trying to keep your words steady, but you can't ignore the way he's looking at you. "You've always been there, you know that? Through everything. You've always had my back."

He nods, and for a second, you think he might say something else, but his lips press into a thin line instead, a hint of something unsaid hanging in the air.

"Could always count on me," he hums, and you almost want to believe him. Clearly, there's something else he wanted to say

You don't respond and the quiet between you stretches, your heart racing, the heat of the day almost forgotten as you stare into his eyes. The tension between you both is palpable now, something neither of you can brush aside.

You shift, rolling back onto your chest and turning right side up, your body still sprawled out atop the bed. The change in position only seems to bring you closer to him, his eyes never leaving yours as he looks up at you now.

His hand hovers just above your face like he wants to touch you but isn’t sure if he should. His lips part slightly, and you can see the way his jaw tightens as if he’s trying to control himself. The heat of the day pales in comparison to the heat growing within your room.

"You know, I..." he starts, but the words get caught in his throat, and for a moment, you think he's going to pull back.

You look him in his painfully gorgeous blue eyes, your breathing steady but your heart beating faster than it ever has. "Johnny, what... What is this?"

He leans forward just a little, his face inches from yours, his eyes searching yours, and then, as if he can’t hold back anymore, he closes the distance between you two, gently placing his lips on yours, testing the waters.

It’s soft. Careful. A question wrapped in a—long overdue—kiss.

You don't pull away. Instead, you kiss him back, deepening it just slightly as your hand cups his cheek, a rush of warmth flooding your veins and pumping through your heart, your lips moving against his in a rhythm that feels natural.

When you pull away, breathless, you rest your forehead against his, and for a moment, neither of you says anything. The world outside seems so far away.

Johnny's thumb brushes across your cheek again, his gaze never leaving yours. "I’ve always been here, love," he murmurs, his voice low and full of something you can't quite name. "Always will be."

And for a moment, it doesn't matter that the summer is nearly over, or that you were about to go off to different places. In this sweltering room, with the heat outside unbearable, you feel like maybe, just maybe, everything that's happened has led you here. To this kiss. To Johnny.

To something real.

[caitvi1room]

cait cockwarming amab vi plspls

٠࣪⭑ are you done?

amab!v , dom!c , sub!v , some dirty talk , teasing , mean Cait. MDNI

Vi and caitlyn met in highschool , met in third period mrs valentines class , vi was the normal tease and bully , and caitlyn was more of a loser.

Now 23 they lived together , in a nice cottage house moved out of caitlyn mansion out of piltover now living by a lake , it was free range so when having sex , they were allowed to be as loud as they wanted.

Vi also loved living in a big space and in the woods because she liked to hunt , bringing food back for her wife so she could cook it while Vi was standing behind her rubbing on her belly and her hips.

Caitlyn and vi were what you could call fucking freaks , caitlyn loved vi’s cock. She loved teasing her , just sitting on it. Vi also just loved slipping it into her pussy to keep it there - randomly.

Vi always thought about it , whenever her wife bent over to grab something or just while she was cooking , vi’s hard cock pressed against caitlyn's tight ass , oh how she wanted to just slip it in and keep her it in there without fucking her - making her beg for it

Caitlyn loved it , she loved being something for her wife to use - she loved using her pussy just to keep her cock in , she fucking loved it.

I mean they lived in a big range , they were loud. Fucking loud. No neighbours around to here how hard or fast she was fucking her wife , or caitlyn begging vi.

But with them , sex was just a part of the relationship they had more to it , they were soulmates. The way they connected was through sex , it made them feel so fucking close. And that's why they loved having sex.

It was almost every night - it was more than just acting on hormones it was about being close to each other.

They didn't know personal space , when they go back to piltover to see caitlyn’s parents caitlyn was either on her lap or touching her , it was just another one of their love languages that they had

It was even at the store , they HAD to be touching each other 24/7 or they would die - maybe. Maybe not.

Vi was sitting on the couch , arms sprawled out on the back as she had her legs spread , fuck it was cold as hell in her , but vi didnt bother putting a blanket on - why would she when she had her lovely wife?

Just then caitlyn had walked into her room , wearing her normal oversized shirt that stuck out because how big her fucking tits were , and her short , well they werent even hers they were fucking vis but vi never complained

“Hi baby, how are you?” vi said , pulling caitlyn down onto her lap

“Im good darling , just mm , horny.” caitlyn said

There was a big fucking wet spot on the cloth covering her pussy , fuck vi could feel it and it was taking all her will power not to just bend her the fuck over and fuck her pretty tight pussy right there , fuck she was hard.

“Oh baby.. Are you hard? Do you want to fuck me?” caitlyn said , already taking her violet colored thongs off , her bush and her slick folds on show for vi

“Fuck cupcake.. I want to fuck you so bad come ride my cock.” vi said , going to take her pants off but caitlyn grabs her wrist 

“No violet. Im going to fuck you.” caitlyn said alreadying taking vi’s pants off - her bulge showing in her boxers , she was fucking hard.

Caitlyn pulled vi’s boxers down , her cock responding in going up against vi’s toned abs. Pre cum was already leaking out the tip of her cock , fuck.

Caitlyn brought vi’s cock to her mouth looking up at her with the “im gonna fucking distroy” you eyes , she brought her tongue out licking the precum off of her tip with a swirl of her tongue then she pulled away.

“C-cait what the fuck? Don't tease please” vi said , practically begging her

“Mm shut up.”

Caitlyn said , getting onto vi’s cock , her spongy walls clenching around  her cock in the right way - even without trying it hit her g-spot making her moan , she was moaning like a fucking pornstar.

“The hell caitlyn- oh oh fuck.” vi said, leaning her head back.

But quickly her head was pulled back up by caitlyn , forcing her to keep eye contact as she just sat on her cock , not moving. Fucking torturing vi.

No words were said , they were basically conversing with their eyes , fuck vi wanted her to bounce or ride her cock so bad , but the feeling of her clenching around it was enough to make her fucking cum.

“No. You cannot come yet violet. I want you to play your fucking game while i sit on your cock.”

As she did vi loaded into her game , her arms around caitlyn as she just sat on her cock , face buried deep into her neck inhaling her scent like she smelled like heaven - fuck caitlyn was enjoying this.

“Are you enjoying this baby?” vi said in her ear.

Fuck caitlyn got even wetter , clenching around vi again as she spoke into her ear , she felt like a total slut but wasnt complaining.

“Fu-fuck just ride my cock babyy please? I'll rub your clit for you.”

“No.” caitlyn said sternly “i'll stay on your cock ,thank you.”

Caitlyn moved on her cock by accident - fuck. Sperm spewing out of vi’s cock , the amount that came out was fucking unholy , gods.

“Whore.” caitlyn said

“Slut.” vi said back with an almost chuckle. “You gonna get off my cock now?” she added.

“No.” caitlyn added back “we can sleep like this and you can keep fucking cumming in me , got it?”

|AN sorry I still don't really understand all the cock shit yet , so if this is bad im sorry lmfao I did my best w it

[valeriearmani1]

A crack.

Barty dropped, falling on to the concrete, catching himself with one hand.

Evan leaned over him, pulling Barty’s only support away and twisting it with a horrible snapping sound, a spray of blood hitting his face.

“Please-“ Barty began but it was far too late now, they’d been at this for hours, stabbing and churning and crushing until a river of deliciously crimson blood pooled around the couple.

Of course they both loved it, the thrill of the pain it caused as they both got painted in each others fluids, devoting countless hours to the arousal of one another even if it meant taking weeks to nurse them back to health.

To the unsuspecting person, it would seem as if they hated each other, but to them, it was a way to show their love, they’d break off teeth and wear it as a necklace, peel off flesh and wrap it around their body like silk, drink one another’s blood, and cherish it, letting it drip down their chin, staining a once white shirt.

To Evan and Barty, if they couldn’t love each other as a person, they’d devour each other until they where hopelessly intertwined as one.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Match Clothes Using the Color Wheel

Start with analogous colors. Analogous colors are next to each other on the color wheel and share a common hue. When incorporating new colors into your wardrobe, find a color that feels safe to you—for example, light blue. On the color wheel, blue falls between teal and blue-violet. If you feel comfortable with light blue, add on a teal or blue-violet for a subtle, two-color palette.

Embrace complementary colors. Complementary colors are opposite each other on the color wheel and can make for a beautiful power clash: Think fuchsia and chartreuse, or burgundy and forest green. When you make bold color choices, both colors stand out.

Wear accessories that don’t “match.” Unless you're going for a full monochrome look, don't worry about matching your belt to your handbag and shoes. These smaller accessories are actually a great place to experiment with bright colors.

Mix neutral colors. Neutral colors are a great base for working with brighter colors, but they can also work together. Color mixing isn't just about bold colors—neutrals like brown, black, navy blue, and white almost always pair well, so don't be afraid to wear black pants with brown shoes.

Wear denim as a neutral color. Consider denim a neutral color, meaning you can mix it with any other color (including blue) and it will probably look great. This also means you can mix denims. The easiest way to do it is with shades of denim that are similar to each other but different enough that your look won't be too matchy. Try pairing mid-wash jeans with a light-wash denim shirt, or dark-wash jeans with a mid-wash denim jacket.

Organize your closet according to the color wheel. Simplify the process of choosing an outfit by organizing your closet by color. Color-coordinating your closet will make it easier to find exactly what you're looking for, and it will also help you create new color combinations. Grab the piece that you want to wear and hold it up next to the other items in your closet; you'll be able to see which color families work best with your main color. ⚜ Color Wheel

Source ⚜ More: Notes ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs ⚜ How to Describe Clothing

[selanaris]

DP x DC Fic Sneak Peak!

Lurks in Shadows

TW: blood, cult summonings, sacrifices, decapitation, canon character deaths & undeaths

Midnight - Downtown Gotham - Batburger

Danny Nightingale Fenton was standing at the counter of a Batburger, wearing the most ill-fitting Batman costume on this side of Gotham when the most god-awful stench walked through the doors. Fenton lived his half-life through many different revolting experiences. Whatever walked in was worse. A man in his early thirties with short blonde hair and a blue button-up stood at the entrance, looking around. Danny truly wished he had given the graveyard shift up, but the pay was too good for a broke 17-year-old to say no.

At the other end of the fast food joint was none other than the actual vigilante, Red Robin. Danny figured the blonde in the black jacket and blue shirt was here for him, and he made a gesture with his thumb to point him in the right direction. The man noticed the former robin and nodded before making his way as far as possible from Danny. The halfa finally took a large breath of air when he was away. That man… Danny couldn’t classify it… he was not a revenant. Danny worked on wiping down the counters for the hundredth time while trying not to look at them. He thought about what possibilities there could be for whatever the hell that blonde was. It finally clicked. Danny looked over at the two in the booth. He was a zombie… The zombie showed Red Robin something from his jacket. Oh, Ancients… he was even worse than just a zombie… He was a cop.

He was not paid for this. They already got their orders. He took out a napkin and proceeded to write on it. He taped it to the register and went outside to rethink his life choices that led him to Gotham…

When Danny hung up his cheap cowl he stepped outside to take a rest. He leaned his back against the brick wall and slid down to the floor. He did not care that he was directly between the trash and a random motorcycle. His head rested upon his knees as he let thoughts clear his mind.

As he waited, he felt a familiar pull upon his core. Danny groaned as he felt himself get pulled through the realms and straight to his summoners. Danny was sure he had cleared all the books, but one seemed to have survived. The halfa was surprised to see that he was not even that far from his work in Gotham. He couldn’t tell exactly where he was as too much happened at once.

The ghost appeared in a circle surrounded by five cult members at each point of the circle. Danny appeared in Ghost King regalia, his eternal form made of black ice with the stars frozen inside. His fire crown was now made of glowing ice, and the ring of rage was now a gauntlet of protection. He growled, “WHO DARES-” He never got to finish his words as he felt that nausea that he had before when the cop walked in.

Right below the Ghost King was a sacrifice… a body with its head detached and rolling to the side. The blood was a dark brownish-red, and the body itself was a patchwork. That was not the worst part… Why did this feel like two dozen ghosts chopped up and blended?

Danny puked on the spot.

Worst summoning ever.

[lcvegasms]

I saw some art of sylus x zayne x caleb a few weeks ago and I immediately thought: omg what if they were all brothers?? so here’s something small I wrote after seeing that. I added on a bit but not much.

— 1:36am // sylus x zayne x caleb // incest (suggestive but not explicit) // massage // sexual tension

older bother sylus who thinks it’s cute that his middle brother doesn’t want much to do with him because he’s a fucking criminal and baby brother caleb is torn between the two.

but they all meet up at least once a month for dinner because family is complicated but it’s still family and maybe zayne lets himself have more than the half a glass of wine he usually allows himself and maybe caleb sits a bit too close and oh no!

sylus spilled his drink all over himself and he has to take off his stupidly expensive shirt and now his whole chest is on display and zyane tries to keep his eyes above the neck, he really does but he’s a simple man.

a man who’s overworked and under fucked and seeing his older brother’s bare chest, the v of those hips, the way sylus’ ass fills out any pair of pants he wears and the thin trail of hair that disappears below the belt has his cock hardening in his pants.

caleb has started rubbing his shoulders and whispering in his ear about how he’s always working, how he should really take better care of himself and zayne thinks he isn’t one to talk! caleb works himself to the bone too, they all do! even if he doesn’t agree with the things sylus does, he can’t ignore that.

caleb’s fingers are slowly but surely digging the knots out of his shoulders and it feels fucking amazing! soft lips brush over the sensitive skin of his neck and he lets out an involuntary moan, hears caleb chuckle before doing it again.

zayne isn’t sure when he closed his eyes but he feels sylus’ presence and opens them, they stare at each other for a moment before sylus smirks and grabs his chin.

sylus knows he needs it bad, he also knows zayne won’t ever admit it himself, not verbally anyway. he has his ways of making his younger brothers beg for what they want, gets off on it…but tonight isn’t one of those nights.

“why don’t we have some fun, kitten?”

𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅.

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 © 𝒍𝒄𝒗𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒔 ! 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢 ! 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 <3

[jooeoppiee]

DRUNK IN LOVE

Beyonce

PART 2

When Ness woke up naked in an unfamiliar hotel room he was confused "what happened? what happened? what the hell happened?" he thought frantically getting up as he took another look at the shirtless photographs of himself. "FUCK! did I drink too much, how'd I get wasted? and more importantly where is she?"

The brown-haired boy walked over to the bathroom, took a shower and checked out the hotel. He left to go to the Blue Lock facility where he'd meet his team as they prepare for their flight back to Germany.

LAST NIGHT

You two got so caught up in chatting that you both hadn't realised you had gotten on a train to Yuigahama Sea. Ness's simple mission to get your name and number for his teammate Kaiser had now been abandoned. He had forgotten all about it, why? He found himself interested in you, you listened to him and asked for his opinion even on the smallest things "Hey, what ice cream flavour should I get?" "What do you like?" "Don't redirect the question back at me, what do you recommend?" his eyes widened, 'you wanted to listen to what he says? Will you call him stupid like Kaiser does if he gives the wrong answer?' he was frozen unsure of what to do, "hey, relax okay?" "p-pistachio, let's get pistachio" you smile "pistachio it is then!"

He was always listening, never speaking but now he found himself yapping to a total stranger. The whole train ride was smooth and peaceful, just the two of you chatting, enjoy each other's company. Time flew by and now you two found yourselves at a beach in Tokyo night.

"So stranger, where ya from?" you ask as you two take a stroll on the quiet beach. "Germany" "Oh? Wow, a German in Japan for mysterious reasons, I wonder what you do. You're not some criminal on the run or anything, right?" he bursts into laughter "criminal? Haven't heard that one before" "really?" "Yeah, that's the first" "I mean I guess it makes sense; you don't look like the type. You've got a cute face and shy personality" he chuckles and turns away from your face "thanks" "hey I see a convenience store there, let's get beer and continue our chat here"

You two head to the store, get cans of beer and walk back to the beach where you take a seat on the sand and watch the sea glisten under the moonlight illuminating the waters that clash at each other, the two of you continue your conversation. Having deep conversations under the low tide in twilight maybe the fact that you both know nothing of the other even the basics of a name, made it more comfortable to be honest and share deep thoughts, personal secrets and shameful past encounters or maybe it was the beer and serene scenery that created a safe space to lay it all out. I mean you don't know him or his name so he doesn't have to worry, and you wouldn't ever see him again because by the time you wake up tomorrow, he'll be gone off back to Germany.

"So, what do you do?" he says "curious?" you reply as you sip your canned beer and glance at him "yes" "curiosity killed the cat, stranger" "...is it something dangerous that you can't tell me?" "Not at all, just scaring ya. Did it work?" "Yeah, I was starting to think you may be the criminal here" you scoff "sarcastic now that we're drunk, I see" he laughs "what you are laughing at?" you get up and walk towards the water, crouching down trying to gather as much water in your hands as you splash it towards his direction, wetting his white dress shirt now revealing his abs in a teasing way "whoa hot body" "oh come on" he says as he runs towards the water as he gathers water and splashes it on you, ending in a whole water fight for a couple of minutes leaving the two of you bursting in laughter "hey stranger, let's stop we'll both end up with a cold" he laughs "you now worried?" you both walk off the beach, he takes his shirt of and SNAP! you took a picture of the shirtless, wet German. He hadn't noticed as he was wearing his jacket and wringing out his shirt.

The two of you find a hotel and checked in the deluxe room. You practically dragged him the whole time because of how wasted he was. "Hey, we're here, wash up and go to bed" "mdhbcgcjwvwfvkwwvdhjhdj" "huh?" "........." you flop him on the bed, undress him, wipe him down and cover him with a blanket then leaving him a note and the photographs at the beach as you left to a train back to campus dorm.

Will Alexis remember? Will he miss you?

IF YOU LIKED THIS AND WANT APART 3 OF WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THEN I'LL POST IT AFTER 20 NOTES!!!!!!!!!!1

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!

[wonysugar]

ex-bestfriend ewb aeri uchinaga

a/n : no actual moodboard(tm)… no title…. what the fuck is wonysugar even about at this point. also! too many words to consider this a drabble but also not elaborate enough to consider a full fledged fic… take this as a mini-fic and whatnot

cw : heavyyy somnophilia but consent is like kind of established beforehand but not really since they technically don’t fw each other so it’s kinda cnc… whatever any of that means, cheating, masturbation, scissoring, fingering, clit play, aeri’s high as FAWKK. and she breaks into reader’s room, lawl

you guys had fought that day.

like you do any other day, at this point.

apparently! you were talking shit about her stupid, artificial and joke of a relationship to other people. of course you would do that, you had nothing else better to do after all. it’s not like you had exams and other priorities to worry about on a day to day basis!

while it is true you said her and her boyfriend weren’t a good match, it’s not like you spent day and night speaking on her. you simply once stated a fact. nothing more, nothing less.

of course, she didn’t believe that whatsoever.

in fact, she was absolutely convinced you did more than that. she was convinced you actively prayed on her relationship’s downfall, how could she not? it was so painfully obvious; to the way you eyed her down in the bus whenever she talked to him, the way you glared at him whenever he looked in your direction, the way you’d smirk and whisper things to your friend whenever you saw her walking down the halls, stealing glances from her—hell, the more she thought about it, the more it seemed like you were jealous of her.

yeah, that’s gotta be it, you were jealous of her!

…is what she believed, anyway.

the truth was, yeah, you were envious… but it was definitely not of her. you couldn't give less of a fuck about him, frankly.

you were envious of him, though. he got all the attention.

aeri was your best friend before becoming his girlfriend. you’re the one who watched her grow up into what she is today, and she was the one to witness your development into young adulthood. you guys went from pushing each other on swing sets and doing your basic addition homework together to getting high together and… what, making out in her room when her parents weren’t home?

hell, he probably didn’t even know you were her first kiss. she probably swore up and down he was her first, anyway.

nonetheless, due to multiple accumulated misunderstandings, that all stopped.

your numerous years of pure friendship and love were killed with nothing but a few crossed wires.

now you just tell each other empty threats and roll your eyes at one another. cute, right?

whatever, you thought to yourself, you’d done enough reminiscing for the day. soon enough, you slipped under the covers of your comfy bed wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and pyjama pants. it was a rather chilly night, you physically couldn’t allow yourself to sleep with no pants on, as saddening as that might’ve been for you.

that being said, you still kept the window open. you enjoyed the feeling of the cold yet light breeze kissing your face whenever you dreamed.

feeling yourself slowly dozing off, your eyes fluttered shut as the minutes pass. eventually, after a few hours, you’re deep in sleep, practically snoring as you’re tightly hugging your teddy bear, laying on your back.

exhausted would be an understatement; you were beat.

so beat that you couldn’t possibly shake awake at the sound of somebody audibly breaking into your room.

that somebody being none other than aeri.

what the fuck was she even doing there? even she herself wasn’t sure. one thing she did know, though, was that she was gonna make you regret ever saying anything about her relationship. of course, she wasn’t thinking rationally whatsoever; the weed in her system had killed every ounce of reason left in her, and she found it more practical to operate with her feelings.

and the feelings in question? they told her to break into your house through that same window you so conveniently left open!

she stepped foot closer to you, watching you sleep. you were absolutely clueless on what was going on near you.

aeri had always found you pretty, but you looked especially breathtaking in that moment. you looked so… peaceful, serene. seeing you like this made her nostalgic; she yearned for the moments where you would look at her with an expression just as warm as that. the moments where she’d talk about something as trivial as a corny song her favorite artist at the time released and you would just... sit there and listen.

you would always listen attentively to whatever she had to say.

her man rarely ever did that. he was always too busy to even look at her when she talked. yet, he's the only one she gives her whole attention to.

funny how that works, huh.

then, she noticed how your graphic tee had seemed to drag itself upwards, unintentionally yet entirely revealing your stomach, as well as the fact itself that you weren’t even wearing a bra underneath.

was that the reason she got on top of you? no, of course it wasn’t; she had a prove to point, that’s what! the point being that you ran your mouth about something that doesn't concern you, and that she was gonna rightfully ridicule and humiliate you for it. she had no problem with touching you in such a suggestive manner.

yeah, she hated your fucking guts now and would rather die a horrible death than sit in the same room as you for more than 5 minutes… but you’ve always had a great body, and even greater tits, that was undeniable.

so, she gently pulled your t-shirt upwards, leaving space for her head and eventually got to licking on your chest while you slept. entranced by the feeling of your nipples grazing her numb tongue, she kept her eyes hooded as she watched out for your reaction. you did squirm around a bit once she started fondling the other breast with her hand, but that was about it. that went on for at least 10 minutes, right? she didn't keep count.

all she knew was that you would’ve felt nothing but pure shame if you knew what was being done to you at that moment. that was the point of this. not because she was dying to touch you, obviously, but because she wanted you to be aware of the power she truly has over you. instead of fucking her boyfriend, like you oh so clearly wanted, she was practically fucking you instead.

you were still in a deep slumber despite all that; you should have already woken up by then, but you didn’t. fortunate for her, although she couldn't help but ask herself, have you been getting enough sleep recently?

nevermind that, she was too into the act of leaving hickeys all over your chest to think about it. aeri didn’t want to think, she was high out of her mind. in fact, she stank up the whole room with the smell of marijuana, she was practically hot boxing you in the comfort of your own bed, whilst you slept. not a single thought of hers was rational, and chances are that's why she had gotten so hot and bothered over ‘ridiculing’ you.

perhaps that's also why she eventually slipped off your pyjama pants and gently hovered your clothed slit with her fingers, getting lost in the feeling of your lips on her fingertips. fuck, your panties were pretty damp, what had you been dreaming of before she got in here?

"you fucking bitch..." she mumbled to herself. she felt herself throb at the sight alone, and that pissed her off. the sensation of her digits dragging along your visibly desperate pussy didn't help, either. her blood ran embarrassingly hot and soon enough, she finished off by completely stripping you of your underwear, unable to contain her desire for any longer. your bare cunt now to the air, exposed and vulnerable only for aeri to see. it glistened under the moonlight that subtly broke into your otherwise dark room through the window, kind of the same way she did.

it was hypnotizing, so much so that aeri could've sworn she was practically drooling from the corner of her mouth. she was so close to just leaning and making out with it, but... she couldn’t. she had other, more important things to attend to; her own warm pool growing in between her legs.

she couldn’t help it, she had to swiftly glide her dominant hand across her lower stomach into her shorts. with a huge sigh of relief, her breath hitched as her middle finger quickly landed on her throbbing clit, rubbing circular motions immediately upon contact. her hooded eyes stayed fixated on you, entranced by the mere sight of you; asleep, your core exposed and vulnerable, just for her.

it didn’t take long for her to slowly slide in two digits inside of herself, biting her lip whilst she fought back a whine, still staring at you. she wanted to touch you so badly, she wanted to use every inch of you to get off, to humiliate you, but that would’ve been too risky. so, she was perfectly content with just pumping her fingers in and out of her entrance for now, quiet squelching sounds filling the silence of the room.

fuck, the weed in her system just made it so, so much better. she was dripping wet just thinking about how confused you would be if you were to wake up. nobody would exactly expect to be immediately greeted by the sight of aeri fucking herself on them right upon exiting dreamland, so that would be a totally valid reaction for you to have.

an adorable one, at that.

she didn’t have to worry about that though, she kept two of her other hand’s fingers inside her mouth whilst simultaneously fingering herself, way to muffle the occasional sounds that slipped out.

that’s, once again, what she believed, anyway.

what she had seemed to forget about you was that you weren’t that heavy of a sleeper, no matter how exhausted. truth was, the nipple sucking was enough to kinda rouse you up a bit, but she was lucky enough to not have fully woken you up, since you quickly drifted back to sleep afterwards.

that wasn’t the case for what came afterwards, however.

aeri, despite her initial plans of playing it safe, had moved on to feeling your wetness on hers; she bit back a gasp as soon as her clit came in contact with yours, soon enough rubbing against it as she held one of your legs in a careful way, leaving space for hers. her mouth agape whilst she looked down at herself grinding, rolling her hips back and forth onto you, the sensation out of this world. fuck, you were so wet for her, and you didn’t even know it.

how embarrassing was that for you.

anyway, she was so caught up in making herself feel good that she hadn’t even noticed you wake up!

“w-what the…” you mumbled, incoherent. then, your groggy eyes widening once you figured out what was actually happening, you raised your voice, “what the fuck?!—“

she shushed you immediately, covering your mouth with her palm, “sh-shut the fuck up… you’re gonna wake up the whole house.”

and she won’t? first thing you heard waking up was a loud ass whimper coming out of her!

onto more important questions… what the fuck was aeri doing in your room? why did she look so fucked up? was she high? what was she grinding onto? why did your body feel so good? why was it so cold in your room? what did she do to you before this? you didn’t have a single clue on anything happening, you felt… used, taken advantage of, objectified by your own ex childhood best friend.

and fuck did you love every second of it once you actually processed everything. was that weird? the thought of her eventually cumming her brains out to you and not to her stupid ass boyfriend was enough to turn you into even more of a mush, despite barely being conscious.

“f—fuck, aeri—“ you'd moan out,

“i know baby, it feels—mmh—good, d-doesn’t it?”

it did, it really did. so much so that you had to cover your mouth with each roll of the hips she did on you, as to not let any potential noises slip out.

aeri had decided to leave the confrontation for much, much later; when she isn't actively chasing the climax of her pleasure. plus, you looked way too good for her to even want to tell you off, it'd make her feel bad. at that moment, all she wanted was to see you lose control under her. your muffled moans like music to her ears, she got more and more lost in the feeling, dizzy and overwhelmed with euphoria. she felt the knot in her stomach get tighter and tighter, until... it snapped.

biting onto the phalanx of her index finger to surpress the moans fighting to escape, her orgasm hit her like a truck, hard.

you, on the other hand, didn't get to cum from just that, however, and that's exactly why she took it upon herself to make you finish on her tongue, eager to taste your juices and hers combined on your cunt.

before the night was over, you both talked it out. granted, it was difficult considering she was still high as shit and you had almost just gotten knocked out from having the best orgasm in fucking years, you still talked. you worked it out on the remix, if you will!

you weren't surprised when news spread on campus that uchinaga aeri had recently broken up with her boyfriend, a few days later.

[eunhagal]

Eunha grins and bites her lip while you fuck her perfect, flawless, cushioned, round, did-you-mention-perfect ass. It's turning pink from the repeated slaps of your pelvis. You haven't even spanked her. It's probably just the natural state of cute things to be pink.

It's a bit of a problem though, this rabbit-like fucking. Eunha invited you here to fuck all of her members, and they aren't even here yet. But you had a zero percent chance of resistance when Eunha, who was already wearing nothing but a long-ish tee shirt and short shorts, bent over in front of you, pretending to tie her shoes… she wasn't even wearing shoes, you damn idiot. Now her asshole has two loads of cum inside it, yours specifically, and a third on its way if the other five don't walk in through that door in the next four minutes!

Well, you don't need your dick to stay hard to eat her members out.

Eunha coos as she's hit with a third orgasm of her own. This girl is incredible. Nothing but a cock in her ass and she cums all the way ‘round the mountain. She grabs your hips, pulling you with each of your thrusts to make them just that little bit harder.

[witchingwithscissors]

Agathario AU | One wanted more. One said no. Nothing was ever soft again. 🐰

The pink marshmallow Peep sat glaring from Rio’s grocery cart like it had a goddamn agenda. Garish. Sticky. Bright like a wound. She hadn’t put it there—she wasn’t that soft anymore. No, this was deliberate. A sugar-coated punchline from the same woman who used her body like poetry, laughed at her feelings with a painted smile, and vanished like none of it had ever meant a thing.

Agatha. Of course it was Agatha.

Only she would find a way to crawl back in—not with a call, not even a half-hearted apology, but with a five-cent insult from the seasonal aisle. A candy-colored ghost of a joke, disguised as nostalgia. Rio stared at it, jaw locked, heart kicking against her ribs. Something too bitter to be called heartbreak took root in her throat.

Because Agatha always knew how to leave a mark. She knew how to make you feel wanted—just long enough to leave you emptier than before. She knew how to whisper pretty things into the dark, then roll over and forget you by morning.

Now, here it was. The final trick. A marshmallow reminder of the woman who kissed her like she meant it, undressed her like worship, then disappeared like Rio had been a dream. And still—still—she had the gall to drop a Peep in her cart like it was an inside joke between lovers.

It wasn’t a joke. It was a humiliation wrapped in pastel sugar.

And just like that—

She was back in Agatha’s apartment.

Not the hollow version. The other one. The early days. The one with jazz on the record player and fresh cut flowers on the kitchen table, and the trace of something Rio had mistaken for softness. The memory hit like heat.

It was a late-summer night at the fair. The kind of outing Agatha insisted wasn’t a date, even though she'd picked the place, the time, and what Rio should wear.

“Come on,” she’d said, leaning against the doorframe in her fitted coat and cherry gloss. “You look like you’ve never let anyone ruin your lipstick on a ferris wheel.”

They went after midnight. Half the booths were closing down, but the lights were still glittering pink and gold across the pavement. Agatha wore a satin tank under her cardigan, her perfume sweet and floral and unforgettable. Her fingers brushed Rio’s lightly as they walked. Not possessive. Not quite casual. But charged.

They drank cherry slushies and ate funnel cake, laughing too hard, too freely. Agatha made sarcastic commentary on the stuffed animals at the prize booths, pretending to be their sassy talent agent until Rio choked laughing.

When they got to the claw machine, Agatha tucked her purse under her arm, adjusted her rings, and said, “Watch and learn, baby.”

She pulled out a garish pink bunny on the second try.

“For you,” she said with a coy smile, placing it into Rio’s arms like it was sacred. “Something to hug when I forget to call.”

Rio took it like it was a promise.

A week later, Rio stayed over for the first time.

Agatha had texted late.

Agatha: cum over, bring your mouth and something to drink

And Rio, too eager, too soft, threw on jeans over her sleep shorts and tucked the bunny into her bag.

They half-watched a movie on the couch, sipping wine, pressed against each other. Agatha’s bare legs brushed hers under the blanket. Her hair smelled like eucalyptus from the shower, and her eyes—half-lidded, mascara smudged—held Rio in place like gravity.

They kissed slowly, with a kind of decadent patience that made Rio’s skin burn.

Eventually, Agatha stood and walked toward her bedroom. No words. Just an unspoken expectation.

Rio followed.

Agatha was already under the covers, brushing her hair out of her face like she wasn’t inviting anything in particular.

“You’re staying, right?” she asked, without looking.

“Yeah,” Rio whispered. “If that’s okay.”

Agatha reached out, delicately tugging the hem of Rio’s shirt. “Wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t.”

That night, Rio curled against her, heart pounding. Agatha didn’t hold her. But she didn’t move away either. Her bare back was warm, her breathing steady.

For one night, that was enough.

In the morning, Rio woke to the sound of jazz playing low and the faint scent of espresso.

Agatha was in the kitchen, barefoot in her satin pajama pants and one of Rio’s old shirts, hair swept into a messy bun that looked more Paris than accidental.

She handed Rio a steaming mug and a folded napkin with a slightly burnt Pop-Tart.

“Ginger tea. And shut up, it’s the last one.”

Rio blinked. “This is weirdly domestic of you.”

Agatha smirked, biting into her own half. “Don’t get used to it. I’m terrible at consistency.”

They sat under a shared blanket on the couch, just listening to the rain. Agatha didn’t kiss her. Didn’t touch her. Just existed beside her. Let her lean in.

Rio rested her head on her shoulder.

And for that one quiet morning, it felt like maybe it wasn’t all pretend.

But the pretending didn’t last.

The first time they had sex, it was raining hard.

Agatha had her hair twisted up, lipstick smudged, voice low and syrupy. They made out until Rio couldn’t breathe, until Agatha’s hand found its way inside her sweats and didn’t ask twice.

“Okay?” she whispered against her throat.

Rio could barely nod.

It was good. Too good. The kind of sex that left your heart racing for the wrong reasons. The kind that felt like falling into someone and losing your name.

Afterward, Rio curled into the pillows, expecting arms. Words. Something.

Instead, Agatha stood, stretched, walked to the kitchen, and lit a joint.

No words. No kiss. No softness.

It became a pattern.

She was always tipsy. Or high. Or just elsewhere.

Rio convinced herself it was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

One Thursday night, they were kissing on the couch again, heat building. Agatha was beneath her, sighing softly, fingers tracing over her waistband.

Rio felt the words rising before she could stop them.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” she breathed.

Agatha stilled.

Then she smiled—faint, amused, devastating. “No.”

Just like that.

She kept kissing her like the question had never happened. Like it was cute.

Rio pulled back, heart racing for the wrong reasons. “Wait. Seriously?”

Agatha sighed and sat up. “We’re in the middle of fucking and you want to talk about labels?”

“I want to know if I matter to you.”

“You matter right now,” she said, reaching for the wine. “Why complicate it?”

Rio blinked. “So this is just fun for you.”

Agatha exhaled slowly. “Isn’t it fun for you?”

“It was,” Rio said quietly. “Until I started pretending you cared.”

Agatha looked at her then, face unreadable. “You’re not the first girl to want more from me. You won’t be the last.”

Rio got dressed in silence.

Agatha didn’t stop her.

Three days later, Rio sent the text.

“Did you mean it?”

Eventually, Agatha responded:

“It wasn’t supposed to be serious. Don’t make it bigger than it is.”

Rio didn’t reply. She packed a paper bag.

Inside: the pink bunny.

She left it on Agatha’s doorstep just after midnight. No note.

In the morning, it was gone.

No message. No knock. Nothing.

Until now.

It had been months. Real ones. Rio didn’t talk about Agatha anymore. Not to friends. Not to herself. Not out loud.

She hadn’t seen her. Hadn’t even tried.

Until she did.

It happened at the grocery store. Of all places.

Rio had turned the corner by the produce aisle and there she was—standing by the citrus. A silk blouse tucked into tailored jeans, sunglasses perched delicately in her hair even though they were indoors. Still stunning. Still polished. Still untouchable.

Agatha.

She was holding a grapefruit, turning it slowly in one hand like it was fragile. Like it deserved gentleness.

Rio froze.

And then Agatha looked up. Right at her.

Their eyes met for maybe two seconds. Not long enough to mean anything. Not short enough to mean nothing.

No smile. No wave. Just recognition. The kind that says, I see you. I remember you. I’m choosing not to speak.

Then she turned and walked away, effortless as ever. Not even a pause.

Rio kept moving, heart hammering like it was trying to claw out of her chest. She told herself it didn’t mean anything. That it didn’t matter. That she’d made it this long without her.

She didn’t notice the pink marshmallow Peeps until checkout.

Right there, nestled in with her groceries like they belonged.

She hadn’t picked them. She hated them.

Too pink. Too fake. Too much like a wound that wouldn’t close.

And she knew—knew—Agatha had put them there.

Quietly. Casually. Like it was nothing. Like it was funny. Like it was theirs.

A five-cent smirk wrapped in cellophane.

At home, she unpacked in silence.

When she reached the Peeps, she didn’t throw them out.

She opened the freezer, shoved them behind the frozen peas, and slammed the door.

Because some things didn’t get to melt.

[agirlwithdemonblood]

Mission: Smile

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Request: Could I please request a Dean x reader where she’s been down lately and it’s his mission to make her laugh? He loves her so much and all he wants to do is see her smile 🩷

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Dean had been watching you for days.

At first, he thought maybe it was just a bad night's sleep or the aftermath of the recent hunt. But then.. it didn't go away.

The light in your eyes had dimmed. The usual spark he loved so damn much-the one that made you, you-was just... gone.

You still smiled, still laughed when he or Sam cracked a joke, but it wasn't real. Not the kind of laugh that lit up your whole face, the one that made his chest feel warm and full.

And it was killing him.

Dean wasn't exactly a soft guy, but when it came to you? He was a damn marshmallow. You were the one thing in his life that felt good-the one person who made all the crap they dealt with worth it. So watching you fade into yourself like this? It hurt more than any wound he'd ever taken on a hunt.

He'd tried to ask about it a couple of times, but you'd just shrugged it off, giving him a half-hearted smile and telling him you were fine.

Bullshit.

Dean knew better. So, if you weren't gonna talk about it, fine. He'd juts have to fix it another way.

And he had a plan.

Phase One: Prank War.

Dean started small-swapping the sugar for salt in Sam's coffee. You barely blinked when Sam did a classic spit take all over the kitchen floor.

He escalated with a well-placed whoopee cushion under Sam's chair in the war room. Nothing.

By the time he tried rigging the sink to spray you, only for you to just laugh small and wipe your hands off like it was normal, Dean knew he had to step up his game.

Phase Two: Bad Jokes & Terrible Puns.

“Why don’t skeletons fight each other?”

“Dean…”

“They don’t have the guts!”

A barely-there smile. But not enough.

“C’mon, sweetheart. That was gold!”

“Mm-hmm. Your a dork.”

Okay, so jokes weren’t working either.

Phase Three: Impala Karaoke.

Dean cranked up the classics, belting out every rock anthem he could think of as he drove you around for hours. Then, when that didn’t work, he resorted to boy band pop.

Hearing Dean Winchester sing “I Want It That Way” with full choreography? It cracked a smile, a small laugh, but it wasn't enough.

Drastic times, Winchester.

That’s how he found himself standing in front of an old, dusty storage room deep in the bunker, staring at a pile of forgotten costumes left behind by some long-dead Men of Letters.

But now that he was here, actually holding the ridiculous outfit in his hands…

It was a full-blown pirate outfit.

We’re talking the whole deal—puffy white shirt, leather vest, knee-high boots, a ridiculously oversized pirate hat with a giant feather sticking out, and… an eye patch.

“Jesus…” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced down at the outfit. “What the hell am I doin’?”

He could feel the embarrassment creeping up his neck. But then… he thought of you.

Of that tired, distant look in your eyes. Of how long it had been since he heard your real laugh—the one that made his heart feel like it was gonna explode.

She’s worth it.Dean blew out a breath, running a hand through his hair like he was psyching himself up for battle.

“Alright, Winchester,” he muttered, grabbing the costume. “Time to make a damn fool of yourself.”

Phase 4: Operation Costume Crisis

You were curled up on the couch in the library, absently flipping through a book that had been sitting in your lap for over an hour. You weren’t even sure what you were reading anymore—your mind was too clouded.

“Ahoy, me Love!”

Your head snapped up, and your eyes went wide.

Standing in the doorway was Dean. Dressed as a full-blown pirate.

“Oh… my… God.”

Dean was wearing everything—the white shirt, tight leather vest, and pants that clung to his legs in all the right places. But the best part? The hat.

It was huge—comically oversized, with a giant feather sticking out of the side. And perched slightly crooked on his head, it just made the whole look even more ridiculous.

But that wasn’t all.

Dean was also wearing an eye patch.

“Y/N,” he said, his voice dropping to a deep, overly dramatic growl. “I be Captain Winchester, here to plunder yer heart, lass.”

You blinked.

Once.

Twice.

“Dean…”

“Captain Winchester,” he corrected, straightening his back and puffing out his chest.

And then…

He pulled out a plastic sword from behind his back and twirled it.

“I’ve sailed the seven seas,” he declared, his voice dipping into the most ridiculous pirate accent you’d ever heard. “And nothin’ I’ve found is as precious as ye, me love.”

You blinked again, pressing your lips together, trying so hard not to laugh.

“Dean…”

“Arrr, lass!” He pointed the plastic sword at you, narrowing his one eye dramatically. “Do ye doubt me sincerity?”

Oh, he was committed.

Dean was all in.

But you could see it—the faint flush in his cheeks, the way he shifted on his feet, clearly dying of embarrassment but still pushing through.

And that’s what broke you.

The giggle you’d been fighting finally broke free, and once it started, there was no stopping it. First, a snort. Then full-blown, belly-shaking, tears-in-your-eyes laughter.

“Oh my God,” you gasped between breaths, clutching your stomach. “Dean… what… the hell?”

“Only the best for you, sweetheart,” he muttered, but you caught the way his lips twitched—his own smile threatening to break through.

“Dean… are you serious?”

He sighed dramatically, dropping the pirate voice but not the ridiculous accent.

“Sweetheart,” he drawled, tugging at the damn eye patch. “I’ve been prancin’ around this bunker for twenty minutes tryin’ to work up the nerve to come in here. You better appreciate this.”

And that’s when he twirled the sword again… and promptly knocked the hat right off his head.

That did it.

You lost it all over again, laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe, tears streaming down your face as Dean groaned and bent down to pick up the hat.

“Alright, alright,” he muttered, but his grin was wide and genuine now, his green eyes brighter than they’d been in days. “Mission accomplished.”

Dean’s grin softened as he knelt in front of you, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb.

“Feel better now?” His voice was softer this time, the teasing gone—just Dean, looking at you like you hung the damn moon.

“Dean…”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” His lips brushed gently against yours, and for a moment, everything else faded away.

“Mission accomplished, Captain Winchester,” you murmured against his mouth, a teasing smile tugging at your lips.

“You know…” Your fingers trailed lightly down his chest, stopping at the edge of the leather vest. “I think I might have a thing for pirates.”

Dean’s eyebrows shot up, and his lips quirked.

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm.” You leaned in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear. “Especially ones who go all out to make me laugh.”

Dean’s grin turned downright wicked, but before he could say anything, you tugged him down, pulling him on top of you as you leaned back on the couch.

“Easy there, lass,” he growled, slipping right back into character, his voice dipping into that ridiculous pirate accent again.

“Oh no…” You bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “You’re not seriously—”

“Ye best be ready,” he murmured, his lips brushing along your neck, “for a night of plunderin’ and pleasure, me love.”

“Dean…”

“Nay, lass,” he whispered against your skin, his breath warm and sending shivers down your spine. “Ye’ll address me as Captain.”

You snorted, but before you could protest, his lips captured yours, swallowing your laughter as his hands wandered lower.

“Dean—”

“Captain,” he murmured again, his voice lower this time, the teasing mixed with something darker.

And when his lips moved to your neck, trailing heat down to your collarbone, you decided…

Maybe Captain Winchester wasn’t so bad after all.

Later that night, with you curled up against his chest, your soft breaths warming his skin, Dean couldn’t stop the grin tugging at his lips.

That smile.

The one he’d been dying to see for days.

And now? It was back.

“Mission accomplished,” he murmured softly, brushing a kiss to your forehead.

His chest felt lighter, his heart full.

Because seeing you happy again?

That was worth all the damn embarrassment.

And as he drifted off, holding you close, one thought crossed his mind: "I’d do it all over again."

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