#told her in the car that i threw up in the middle of the night and her only response was ‘awh why didn’t you come get me :(‘ BECAUSE IT

[buck-yyyy]

lord i want to go home.

[moonxknightx]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : STAY WITH ME (PT.2) : :;

╰┈➤ ❝ [PAIRING] ❞ 2017!Logan Howlett x F!Reader

・❥・GENRE: Fluff and angst

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆FANDOM: X-Men

ੈ✩‧₊˚ WARNINGS: Strong language, emotional distress

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥SUMMARY: You find yourself caught in the middle of tension between Logan and Caliban. Determined to stick by Logan, you join him on an unexpected job that quickly becomes more complicated when a desperate woman asks for his help. Despite Logan's reluctance, he agrees to assist her.

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“IF YOU ARE PLANNING TO BLOW YOUR BRAINS OUT COULD YOU WAIT TILL YOU’RE OUT ON THE HIGH SEAS? I JUST MOPPED THESE FLOORS.”

You frowned upon hearing those words. Slowly you got up from your bed and quickly slipped on a hoodie and a pair of shorts before going downstairs.

“What is going on?” You asked as you saw Logan and Caliban glaring at each other.

You watched how Logan quickly pulled something from Caliban’s hand before saying “i don’t need this shit.”

Caliban looked at you and then back at Logan as he sat down next to him.

“A year ago, you asked me to help you. And God knows i’ve tried. But i can’t help you Logan, not really, if you’re not going to talk to me.” Caliban spoke to Logan who just stared ahead of him.

“I hear you at night. You’re not sleeping. You don’t want to talk about that. Or the booze you’re drinking. Or the pus you’re wiping away from your knuckles.” Caliban continued.

You closed your eyes at his words. It’s true. Logan wasn’t sleeping and he drank way too much and his knuckles…Just a few hours ago you were the one who wiped the pus away from his knuckles.

“Or the blood i wash from your clothes. Or the fresh wounds in your chest. The ones that aren’t healing. And i’m pretty sure you don’t want to talk about the fact that you can’t read the label on that bottle. It says Ibuprofen.” Caliban finished.

You watched how Logan smashed Caliban’s mug to the ground before getting up. “Stay out of my shit!” Logan growled before walking straight past you to exit the building.

“That was my favorite mug.” You hear Caliban say before you went after Logan.

“Logan wait!” You yell as you caught up to him. “Where are you going?” You asked while watching how Logan threw a bag in his car.

“To work.” He answered shortly, wanting to open the car door, but unfortunately he was stopped by your hand keeping it closed.

“Let me come with you.” You said while looking at him. “No fucking way. Go back inside and get some sleep.” Logan huffed while pushing you out of his way and getting into the car.

You rolled your eyes and used your powers to teleport right beside Logan in the passenger seat.

“Seriously?” Sighed Logan as he looked at you. “Yes i’m coming with you.” You smiled while putting on your safety belt.

“Of course you are.” Grunted Logan as he started the engine and drove off.

“Did you get some sleep after i tended to your hands?” You asked while looking out of the window.

“No.” Said Logan while staring at the road in front of him. “I told you i could help you.” You frowned while looking at him.

“I know, it’s just…” Logan trailed off as he got a notification on his phone.

“We have our first ride.” Logan announced before driving to the location he saw on his phone.

“When we’re there, just stay in the car okay.” Logan told you as you drove into the city. “Why?” You asked with a raised eyebrow.

Logan sighed before pointing at your outfit. “Because you’re quite literally wearing pajamas.”

You scoffed as you looked down at yourself and Logan couldn’t help but chuckle at your response.

As soon as you and Logan arrived at the first location, Logan got out of the car and helped the people who ordered him, into the car. Unfortunately it was a fucking girls bachelorette party.

“For fuck’s sake.” You mumbled as Logan slid back behind the steering wheel. “I told you to get back inside, remember?” Logan smirked. You gave him the finger before folding your arms in front of you.

While Logan drove the girls towards their destination, the girl who was about to marry, showed him her tits. “Hey driver!” She said before pulling down her dress.

Both you and Logan watched through the front mirror and your eyes widened at the sight. Logan just chuckled and shook his head slightly.

When all of you finally arrived at the destination, Logan got out of the car and helped each girl out before he got another notification on his phone. He quickly pulled out his glasses from the pocket of his jacket and put them on so he could read what was on his phone.

“We have a new ride.” Logan sighed as he stepped into the car again. “Please don’t let it be another bachelorette.” You said while rubbing your temples.

Logan started the car again and drove off.

“Logan?” You asked softly. Logan hummed as a way of letting you know he was listening while he kept looking ahead of him.

“Yesterday i found this on the floor.” You said as you pulled out the small business card and showed it to Logan.

“Oh you’re snooping through my stuff now?” Logan said irritatingly. “I told you i found it on the floor. It must’ve fell out of your pocket.” You said while rolling your eyes.

Logan huffed while shaking his head. “So what is it? What is Alkali Transigen?” You asked after a moment of silence.

Logan shrugged. “No idea.” You gave him an ‘are you serious’ look before putting the card back in your pocket.

“Some random guy gave it to me yesterday morning after i picked up Charles’ medication.” Logan said suddenly.

“What?”

“He randomly opened the door of the car and slid into the backseat. He told me about a woman named Gabriela and that she was looking for me. Told me she stole something from him and that if i ran into her, i should contact him and then he gave me the card.” Logan explained while keeping his eyes on the road.

“Have you ever seen this Gabriela?” You asked while turning towards Logan. He thought about it for a moment before speaking.

“I think so, yeah. Last week i needed to go to a cemetery for a customer who had a funeral and while i was waiting outside, a lady came up to me. Asking if i was the Wolverine. She kept saying she needed my help.”

“What did you say?” You asked softly. Logan scoffed while a small smirk appeared in his face. “I told her to fuck off of course. I’m not a hero. I’m not doing that shit anymore.”

You sighed while looking down at your lap. Logan glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “What? Should i have done it differently?” He asked. You shook your head. “No. I’m just curious about what she stole from the man.”

“Yeah me too.” Said Logan as he turned to his right, driving onto the parking lot of a Motel.

“This is it.” Logan turned the car off, undid his seatbelt and got out of the car.

There was a young girl playing in the parking lot with a ball. She kept staring at you and Logan.

You carefully undid your seatbelt and got out of the car as well, not fully trusting the situation, especially after Logan just told you about the whole Gabriela thing.

“Hey i told you to wait in the car.” Logan said as he saw you behind him. You just shrugged and started to look around.

Suddenly a woman exited one of the Motel rooms calling for “Mr Logan.”

“Oh Jesus.” You heard Logan sigh as he turned away from the woman. You furrowed your eyebrows as you watched the woman closely.

“Please, we need a ride.” The woman spoke softly. Logan kissed the back of his teeth while shaking his head. “Not available. Call a cab.”

“My name is Gabriela Lopez.” Your eyes widened at the lady’s words. So this was the woman Logan was telling you about earlier.

“I don’t wanna know your name, lady.” Logan said as he kept walking.

“There are men after us. We need to get out of here.” Gabriela said as she followed Logan.

“Logan let’s hear her out for a moment.” You said as you came closer to the woman.

“Go north, cross to Canada.” Gabriela continued, but Logan wouldn’t listen. “Anyone can do that job.” He said as he turned around to face Gabriela.

“I’ll give you fifty thousand dollars!” Gabriela said quickly. You were stunned. $50,000 was a lot. That would be enough money to buy that boat Logan and Charles were always talking about.

“How did you find me, huh? Cause you are fucking up my life, lady! The people after you, they’re on my ass now!” Logan yelled while glaring daggers at Gabriela.

“Logan calm down!” You said as you grabbed his arm. You turned to Gabriela and extended your hand. You introduced yourself and apologized for Logan’s behavior.

“Sightings were posted. People said someone who looked like the Wolverine was in El Paso, driving. Said he looked old.” Gabriela explained as she looked at Logan.

Suddenly there was a sound of glass breaking. You, Gabriela and Logan both looked to your left to see the young girl standing like she did something.

“Hey!” A woman yelled as she came onto the parking lot. Probably the owner of the motel.

“Laura get inside!” Gabriela said as she walked towards the lady.

“I told you to stop it with that ball!” The owner yelled. “Bad girl!”

Gabriela quickly grabbed the owner by her arms while saying “No! Please.” Before she fell to the ground.

Laura was the first to kneel by her side, quickly followed by you and Logan.

“They’re gonna have to pay for damages. And she has cash. I’ve seen it!” The owner said. Logan glared daggers into her direction. “You should get your fat ass back in your office. You’ll get your money.” Logan said through gritted teeth before helping Gabriela up.

You watched how he helped her back to her Motel room while you stayed outside with the girl whose name was apparently Laura.

“Hey.” You smiled softly as you kneeled in front of her. She didn’t say anything, just stared at you.

“Are you okay?” You asked. Laura gave you a small nod before walking away. You sighed to yourself while getting back to your feet. “What the fuck is going on?” You whispered before following after Logan.

As you entered the Motel room of Gabriela, you heard she was talking to Logan about an address she needed to get to because her boyfriend wants to kill her and take Laura. She offered Logan $20,000 and told him he would receive $30,000 more once they arrived in North Dakota.

“Is she your daughter?” Asked Logan as he looked at Laura who was standing in the door opening. Gabriela nodded.

“I know you’re still good inside. I know you want to help us.” Gabriela said.

“You don’t know anything about me!” Logan said harshly. You watched how Gabriela started begging ,saying that if they left now there wouldn’t be any problems.

Logan yelled about how he couldn’t just leave to North Dakota, but Gabriela kept begging.

Something very strange was going on here, you thought while overhearing the conversation.

“Please Logan. You have to. Please.” Gabriela pleaded.

You saw how Logan turned towards Laura and back to Gabriela.

He bit on the insides of his cheek before nodding. “Fine! But we will leave tomorrow. Be ready at 8AM. Go pack your stuff.” Logan said before leaving the room, not looking back once.

You sighed as you watched Logan get back in the car. You sat down next to Gabriela and took her hand in yours.

“I’m very sorry for his behavior. He isn’t feeling like himself lately. I’ll come as well tomorrow to make sure everything will be alright okay? Go pack your stuff and get some sleep. We will see you tomorrow.” You said as you gave Gabriela’s hand a little squeeze.

You stood up from your seat on the bed and went to the door where Laura stood. You gave her a small pat on her head before going back to Logan.

“This is a fucking mess!” Said Logan loudly as you slid into the passenger seat. You watched how he punched the steering wheel a few times before you stopped him by placing your hand on his.

“Don’t. You’ll hurt your knuckles.” You said softly. Logan took a few deep breaths before starting the engine. He turned the car around and drove out of the Motel parking lot.

“Are you really going to do it?” You asked while looking at Logan. You saw how he tightened his hold on the steering wheel while nodding.

“Okay well i’m coming with you.” You said. Logan scoffed and shook his head. “The fuck you won’t. I don’t trust any of this shit. It’s dangerous. You’re not going.” Logan told you clearly.

“But i can he-“

“No you can’t help and you won’t. You have to take care of Charles and Caliban, okay?” Logan said while looking at you.

“Ugh fine!” You said as you slouched in your seat while folding your arms.

Logan saw your reaction and sighed. “Something isn’t right about this. Something is going to happen. Something bad and i don’t want you to be there when it happens. I can’t lose you.” Logan spoke quietly while avoiding eye contact.

You looked at Logan upon hearing his words. You could sense that he was avoiding eye contact on purpose. But that was okay. You knew Logan wasn’t a big fan of talking about his feelings or emotions. So him saying that he can’t lose you while literally avoiding your gaze at all costs, was enough for you.

“Okay, i’ll stay.” You spoke softly, immediately calming Logan’s nerves.

“Thank you.” Sighed Logan as he grabbed hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze before driving back home.

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[jostystyles]

this mad love makes you come running | jh

a/n: me posting a fic? who'd have thought! this is my entry for the eras tour fic challenge hosted by @comphy-and-cozy and @wyattjohnston ! i was assigned i wish you would (taylor's version). ive never written for jack before and i felt as if this song fits him perfectly and this was born. thanks to c and demi for hosting <3

word count: 2.1k

2:07 AM

The bolded white lettering of the clock on Jack’s dashboard shone at him as he glanced at it, the clicking of his turn signal drowning out the low volume of Stick Season that played through his speakers. As he rounded the corner, his chest tightened with a sense of a feeling he couldn't quite figure out. Coming into view was the street he grew up on, where he played street hockey with his brothers, the pond that would freeze over in the winters that they’d skate on for hours until their cheeks were numb. But before he arrived at his family home, he passed a house that brought back a feeling he knew. Guilt. As the memories started reeling through his mind, his foot let up on the gas slightly as his headlights crossed the yard. Illuminated was the front door his fist had knocked on too many times to remember. His knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel so hard, releasing pressure as he let a soft sigh fall from his lips. Jack’s heart told him to turn into the driveway, but he thought to himself, no. It’s in the past. That was his problem. The past. Something he can’t change, but he yearned to fix. Swallowing the guilt, he continued on to pass a few houses before pulling into the driveway of his parents home. He shook Luke awake lightly before exiting the car. Grabbing the bag out of his backseat, he let himself look towards the window down the street he used to throw snowballs at, seeing a dim light glow through the curtains. He threw his bag over his shoulder and crept quietly into the house, the darkness guiding him to the bedroom he once occupied when he lived there. Baggage discarded to the ground and stripped to just his sweats, he climbed under the cold covers and unlocked his phone, opening his contacts. His thumb hovered over the one he wanted, and pressed it quickly before staring at the blinking blue cursor trying to think of what he wanted to say. He hadn’t reached out since that night, when he was hung up on and he threw his phone across the room with salty tears streaming down his face silently. I can’t. She hates me. He thought to himself, before locking his phone and tossing it onto the bedside table, rolling over and waiting for sleep to overtake him and free his mind of the memories running through it. 

2:07 AM

(Y/N) glanced at the clock that sat on the desk next to her, wondering who the hell is driving down her street with those stupid LED lights this late, and why the hell they were going so slow. Shadows appeared on the wall across from her window, and she knew exactly who it was as hs he thought back to a conversation she had with her neighbor yesterday. It was Jack. The thought of him pulled at her heartstrings, just like it did when Ellen mentioned he’d be home for a few days, the Devil’s schedule giving them a few days to take maintenance and drive home. (Y/N) tried to play off the way her body was shaking was due to the bitter Michigan cold that came with the holiday season, and not the fact that just the mention of Jack’s name sent a chill through her bones. Did his mom even know? Did she know that for the past 6 months her middle son and his best friend hadn’t spoken because they had crossed the line that was once rising and crooked but fell straight down? Did she know that (Y/N) still loved him after he broke her heart? She probably didn't. So she put on a smile and said she looked forward to seeing him at the Christmas party. Blinking back to reality, (Y/N) sighed and picked up her phone. The email was still pulled up that contained her lease agreement to the apartment she just signed in Brooklyn. If things went the way she wanted, she’d have told him the second she signed it because in reality, she missed him too much to be mad anymore. She wanted badly to remember what they were fighting for, and why it turned into Jack telling her he didn't want to see her anymore and they needed to go back to being friends. She hung up the phone too quickly to give him a chance to explain. The reality of it was that neither of them knew if they could even call each other that. Friends. (Y/N) didn't realize how fast her heart was pounding until one of her cats jumped into her lap with an inquisitive purr. Giving her a pet, she sighed and opened the contact she hadn’t touched since that day 6 months ago. Just ask him. Swallowing her nerves, she pressed the call button and put the phone to ear. It rang a few times before going to voicemail. “Yo, its Jack. Leave me a message and I’ll get back to you” Hearing his voice, she inhaled before letting herself talk. 

Jack couldn't sleep. He was tired, but his body wanted otherwise. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he grabbed his phone and almost choked on the breath he didn't know he was holding when he saw a notification he never thought he'd see again. 

(Y/N) <3 voicemail 10 min. ago

Hands shaking, he clicked on it and the voice he had been longing to hear started speaking. “Hey, Jack. It’s uh, (Y/N). I saw your mom yesterday when I got to my parents. She told me you and Luke were coming home for a few days. I’ll uh, be here too until a little after Christmas. Um, I know this is like, probably not anything you were expecting but uh, if you wanna talk I’d really like that. Just let me know.” 

He couldn't bring himself to do anything but stare at the screen for a few seconds, before opening his texts and typing out a message. Hey, got ur voicemail. Meet at the pond in 10? If ur still awake. The bubble appeared that she was typing almost instantly. see you there. His heart almost exploded out of his chest as he scrambled out of bed, grabbing his Devil’s hoodie and tossing on his beanie. He crept quietly down the stairs, trying to not fall because his joints felt like jello. Coat and boots on, he let the door click shut behind him as he walked through his backyard. A million thoughts were going through his brain as he walked the path to the park in the neighborhood where the pond was. Don't mess this up. He reprimanded himself. The snow crunching under his boots, he stopped in his tracks as he approached the pond. (Y/N) stood by the streetlamp, the soft yellow glow illuminating her features. Jack’s heart leapt and his body felt warm. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. Her hands were shoved in the pockets of her puffer coat, the earmuffs he bought her in New York covering her ears. He smiled softly. Was it a good sign she didn't throw away something he gave her? Forcing himself to move, he walked towards her. 

“You look freezing.” A voice pulled (Y/N) from her thoughts, as she’d been staring at the giant analog pole clock that read 2:43 AM. Jack always knew how to push her buttons, especially with his stupid little chirps. “I’m sweating right now actually. Very warm.” She chirped back.  

“Hi.” he said, big blue eyes looking up at her. He was nervous, she could tell. His shoulders were hunched over and he has a look about him that resembled a dog with it’s tail between it’s legs. 

“Hey. “ She replied, giving him a soft smile as if to say, This isn’t a fight. You're ok.

“I'm really glad you called. Sorry I didn't answer right away. I’m sorry.” He said, shifting his weight back and forth. (Y/N) had a feeling that the second apology didn't have to do with the message she left. 

“Its okay, Jack.” 

He looked at her, seeing the (Y/E/C) of her eyes for the first time in what felt like forever. It took everything he had to keep his feet planted where they were and not to jump into her arms and start sobbing. Instead, he swallowed the tears he knew were bound to fall and nodded at her, a sign she took to start talking. 

“I wish I never hung up the phone like I did that day. I should've let you explain yourself. I deserved an explanation. You told me you didn't want me anymore, and I just shut down. We were doing so good, J. I mean we had finally figured out whatever the fuck had been going on between us for years and then all of a sudden you acted like none of it was true. Can’t you imagine how fucked up that is? How shitty I felt? I was so in love with you, and we were fighting over something stupid, and then you just fucking break my heart our of nowhere.” 

Jack shook his head so fast it might as well have fallen off his shoulders. “No, no. I never said I didn't want you. I’ll always want you.” 

“Then why did you forget about me? Why didn't you call me back and tell me?” She retorted, stepping towards him. 

“I’ll never forget you as long as I live. I wish I could go back and do it all over again. I never would've said all those things.” Jack replied, his frozen hands reaching out to wipe the tears falling from her eyes. 

“Then why did you say them, J?”

The nickname only she ever called him made his heart soar. “Because I was trying to push you away. When we were just friends, I knew I could never lose you. And then when we started seeing each other over the summer, I knew it was going to kill me if it ever ended. I love you so much that it terrifies me, and so I figured that if I shut you out before it got too serious it would hurt less. Especially because you still live here, and I’m in Jersey. I’d be too selfish to always wish you were with me. I’m a fucking idiot. You did deserve an explanation, and I was too caught up in my own self loathing to give you one. I figured having you hate me was better than letting you love me and then one day realizing you don’t.” By now, they were both crying, Jack’s hands still caressing (Y/N)’s face and her gloved hands resting on his hips. 

“You’re so fucking dumb, Rowdy. I could never hate you. You're the love of my life. I was so afraid you found someone else and didn't want me. I should have reached out.” 

“No. No. There's never been anyone else. I could never love anyone else. Not while I love you.” 

Silence fell between them for a moment. “You still left.” (Y/N) spoke. 

“I know. You see me in a way no one else does. And you love me for who I am, like the real Jack Hughes. Not the Jack Hughes everyone else sees. That’s, I think, a part of why I did it. I was terrified of you leaving me. So I left first. And I’m sorry. I want you. I wish you would know that.” 

“I do Jack. I wish you would've told me that from the start. You deserve love, no matter how scared it makes you. Stop thinking about if it doesn't work out, and think about if it does.”

He pressed his forehead to hers, lips brushing ever so slightly. “I love you, I’m sorry.” 

“I know, baby. I love you too.” She kissed him. It was full of force, like it would be the last. 

Jack sighed into it, thinking back to the summer when he kissed her for the first time. It was a warm summer night by the lake. Now, it was a snowy frozen night but the warmth of her lips would be a feeling he’d never grow tired of. 

6 hours later, when Luke woke up and walked past Jack’s room to see them embraced and fast asleep, he smiled to himself, glad he suggested they return home for a few days.

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[loveanton]

attention please

⟶ summary: your daughter chanmi hasn’t been herself recently, feeling left out and all alone she starts acting out for attention.

˗ˏˋpairing: husband!anton x f!reader ❀ genre: slice of life au ❀ word count: 4.7k ⟶ warnings: pure fluff!!

✎୭: this is apart of the dad!anton universe but just like the rest of them, can be read as a stand alone!

The late afternoon sun streams through the windows, casting a golden glow over the living room. Outside, snow blankets the ground sparkling in the faint light of a mid-January sky. The heater hums softly, keeping the house cozy as the kids play indoors.

Anton leans back on the couch, one arm draped over the backrest, the other resting lightly on your shoulder. You sit beside him, one hand idly resting on your growing belly as you watch the kids scattered around the room. Chanwoo is on the floor near the coffee table, completely absorbed in his toy cars, his small hands pushing the bright vehicles over the floor accompanied by his quiet “vroom-vroom” sounds. Beside him, Yechan is seated at the little craft table, her tongue peeking out in focus as she carefully colors in a butterfly with her crayons.  

Chanmi, on the other hand, sits on the edge of the couch, tucked into the corner, her legs swinging idly. She’s quiet, too quiet, her dark eyes scanning the room. She doesn’t draw, doesn’t play, doesn’t speak—just watches. You glance at her, noting her hunched posture and the slight pout on her lips.  

Lately, this has become more frequent. Over the past few weeks, Chanmi has been acting out, much more than usual. Last week, she refused to share her crayons with Yechan, clinging to them with a stubbornness that ended in tears and a fight between the twins. Two days ago, she threw a tantrum in the middle of the store when Anton told her he wouldn’t buy her a new stuffed animal. It wasn’t like there was a shortage of plushies at home—her room was practically overflowing with them—but her insistence that she needed one left Anton flustered and you exhausted.  

Last night had been the most baffling incident of all. Anton had made bulgogi for dinner, adding extra carrots to Chanmi’s plate, knowing they were her favorite vegetable. But to everyone’s surprise, she pushed the plate away with a loud huff and declared, “Daddy messed up my food. I don’t like carrots!” Both of you had exchanged baffled looks. Chanmi loved carrots—she’d even sneak extras off Chanwoo’s plate when he wasn’t looking.

So far, you and Anton have tried to give her a pass, chalking up her behavior to new emotions or even hormones she might not understand yet but as the days pass, it’s becoming harder to ignore.  

Before you can say anything, Chanmi suddenly slides off the couch and marches toward where Chanwoo is playing. Her movements are quick and deliberate, her expression set. Without warning, she snatches the red car from his hands—a bright, shiny toy that Chanwoo adores.  

Chanwoo freezes, his wide eyes snapping up to his sister. “Das mine!” he whines, reaching out for it.  

“I want to play with it,” Chanmi says flatly, holding the car tightly against her chest.

“But I was pwaying with it!” Chanwoo’s voice rises, his slight lisp making the words wobble as his lower lip trembles, a tell-tale sign of impending tears.

You sigh, leaning forward slightly. “Chanmi, you can’t just take things without asking,” you say, keeping your tone calm but firm.  

“He wasn’t even playing with it!” she shoots back, her voice defiant as she rolls her eyes dramatically.  

The action makes you pause. You glance at Anton, and he meets your gaze with a similar look of shock. Chanmi has never rolled her eyes at either of you before.

“Chanmi, That’s not the point. You need to ask first. Give the car back to Chanwoo.” Anton says.

Chanmi ignores him, clutching the toy tighter. “I’m playing with it now!”

Chanwoo lets out a soft whimper, his lip trembling as tears gather in his eyes. He reaches for the toy again, his small hand just brushing it. This time, Chanmi reacts without thinking. She pushes him, a hard shove for someone so little.

The room freezes as Chanwoo stumbles backward, his tiny body wobbling as he teeters on unsteady feet. Time seems to slow. His momentum carries him dangerously close to the edge of the coffee table and your heart leaps into your throat.  

“Chanwoo!” you gasp, pushing yourself up from the couch.  

Anton is faster. He lunges forward, arms outstretched and catches Chanwoo just as the boy’s legs give out. His hand curls protectively around Chanwoo’s back, pulling him away from the table’s sharp corner.  

Chanwoo bursts into tears, his wails echoing through the room as he clings to Anton’s shirt. His little body shakes with sobs, and his face crumples into Anton’s chest.  

You sit back down heavily, your hand instinctively resting on your belly as you try to steady your breathing. The fear that has gripped you causes your heart to race.  

Anton adjusts Chanwoo in his arms, holding him close as he rubs soothing circles on his back. His jaw is tight, his usual calm replaced with a rare flicker of anger. He looks at Chanmi, his voice sharp but controlled. “Chanmi, that’s enough. You do not push your brother. Ever.”  

Chanmi stands frozen, her eyes wide as she processes what just happened. For a moment, her defiance falters but it’s quickly replaced by a pout.  

“That wasn’t very nice, Chanmi,” Yechan pipes up, looking up from her drawing. Her voice is quiet, the disappointment clear in her tone.  

You sigh, exhaustion washing over you. “Chanmi, it’s time for a timeout. We do not put our hands on anyone. Go to the corner.”  

Chanmi’s face twists into a deep frown, her bottom lip jutting out as she glares at the floor. She drops the red car with a loud clatter and without a word stomps to the corner of the room. She stands there with her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her back to the rest of the family.  

Anton watches her silently, his brows furrowed in concern. Chanmi’s behavior is troubling, and he can’t shake the feeling that something deeper is going on. As Chanwoo’s sobs quiet into soft hiccups, Anton shifts him in his arms and glances at you.  

You meet his eyes sharing his unspoken worry. Something is wrong but neither of you knows exactly what.

Dinner wraps up quietly, the clatter of utensils and soft murmurs from the table filling the room. Chanmi picks at the last bits of rice on her plate, her usual chatter absent as she occasionally glances at her siblings.

“Who’s ready for screen time?” you say, standing to start clearing the table. You flash a warm smile at the twins. “Yechan, you picked the movie tonight, right?”

Yechan beams, her excitement palpable. “Uh-huh! Baby shark movieI can’t wait! It’s the best one!”

Beside her, Chanwoo cheers, his chubby hands clapping together as he echoes, “Baby Shawk!”

You glance at Chanmi. “What about you, sweetheart? Are you coming?”

Chanmi hesitates, her fork lingering over her plate before she quietly shakes her head. “No,” she murmurs, not meeting your eyes.

“No?” you repeat, surprised. Baby Shark is her favorite—she hums the songs in her sleep sometimes. “Are you sure? It’s Baby Shark, Chanmi. You love Baby Shark.”

Chanmi pushes her plate forward and slides off her chair, her shoulders slumping. “I don’t wanna watch it,” she says, not defiantly but with a quiet resignation that tugs at your heart.

Anton, watching the interaction from across the table, steps in gently. “Do you want me to help you get ready for bed then?” he asks, his voice calm and warm.

Chanmi nods silently, not saying a word as she stands beside him, her hands clutching her favorite stuffed giraffe.

You exchange a glance with Anton, your brows knitting together in shared concern. It’s unlike Chanmi to be this subdued, this… distant.

Anton stands, placing a hand on her small shoulder. “Come on, princess. Let’s get you ready.” He gently guides her toward the stairs, his movements slow and patient.

Upstairs, the quiet stretches between them. Anton combs through Chanmi’s hair carefully, his fingers working through the tangles with practiced ease. Normally, she’d chat his ear off during this time, telling him all about her day, asking endless questions, or giggling at his “daddy fails” when her braids came out lopsided. But tonight, she sits still, her giraffe clutched tightly in her lap, her little legs swinging off the edge of the bathroom counter.

“Does this hurt?” Anton asks softly as he smooths out a stubborn knot.

“No,” she whispers.

Anton works in silence, his fingers deftly weaving her soft strands into two neat braids. He finishes her hair and helps her into her pajamas—a soft pink set with little stars on them. When she brushes her teeth, he stands beside her, offering a quiet “good job” when she spits into the sink. Normally, she’d giggle at his encouragement, showing him how well she can rinse but tonight she simply wipes her mouth and looks up at him, her eyes heavy with an emotion she doesn’t know how to express.

“All done?” he asks gently.

She nods, still silent.

Anton takes her hand, her tiny fingers curling around his as he leads her to her bed.

Once she’s tucked under the covers, Anton kneels beside her, his elbow resting on the mattress as he watches her cuddle her giraffe. “Chanmi,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You’ve been so quiet tonight. Did something happen?”

Chanmi’s gaze drops to her giraffe. She fiddles with its soft ear, her lips pressing together in a thin line.

“I don’t know how to explain it,” she finally murmurs, her voice small and hesitant.

“That’s okay,” Anton reassures her, his hand moving to gently stroke her hair. “Sometimes we feel big emotions that are hard to put into words. Just try your best, princess.”

Chanmi sighs, her little shoulders rising and falling as she fiddles more aggressively with the giraffe. “I feel…” She pauses, her frustration evident as she struggles to find the right word. “I don’t know,” she says, her voice tinged with defeat.

“Hey,” Anton says softly, his thumb brushing against her cheek. “It’s okay. That happens sometimes. Take your time.”

She sighs again, this time deeper, before finally whispering, “I feel like…” Her voice trails off, and she looks up at him with wide, watery eyes. “Like you and Mommy don’t see me.”

Anton’s heart twists painfully in his chest. “What do you mean, baby?”

Her voice is barely audible as she continues. “Mommy has the new baby in her tummy, and Chanwoo is always with her. And now you’re teaching Yechan how to play cello, and I just feel…” She hesitates again, the word just out of reach.

“Invisible?” Anton offers gently, his voice careful and kind.

Chanmi’s face crumples as she nods, her small body deflating. “Yeah. Invisible.”

Anton feels his heart break all over again. He hates that his little girl feels this way, hates that he somehow missed the signs of her hurt. He reaches out and pulls her into his arms, holding her close.

“Oh, Chanmi,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’m so sorry, princess. I never want you to feel like that. Mommy and I love you so much—so, so much. You’re our little baby, and nothing will ever change that.”

Chanmi sniffles into his shoulder, her small arms wrapping around his neck.

Anton pulls back just enough to look at her, his hands cupping her cheeks. “How about this,” he says, his voice gentle. “Let’s go on a daddy-daughter date, just you and me. We haven’t had one in a while, huh?”

Her eyes widen slightly, a spark of excitement breaking through the sadness. “Really?”

“Really,” he says with a smile. “And you can pick whatever you want to do. Anything at all.”

A small smile starts to form on her lips. “Can we get ice cream and go to the bookstore?”

Anton chuckles, nodding. “Of course. Ice cream and the bookstore it is.”

Her smile grows, and she throws her arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Anything for you, princess,” he whispers, kissing her forehead.

He tucks her back into bed, smoothing the blanket over her as she cuddles her giraffe. “Goodnight, baby. Sleep tight,” he says softly before standing and shutting the door with a gentle click.

When he heads back downstairs he finds you sitting on the couch, Chanwoo fast asleep in your lap, his head nestled against your belly. Yechan is completely engrossed in the Baby Shark movie, her eyes glued to the screen.

You glance up as Anton sits beside you. “Everything okay?”

Anton sits beside you, running a hand through his hair. “Chanmi said she’s been feeling invisible.”

Your heart clenches at his words, guilt washing over you. “Oh no… Is that why she’s been acting out?”

He nods. “I think so. She feels like we’ve been too busy with the new baby, Chanwoo, and Yechan. I promised her a daddy-daughter date to make it up to her.”

You smile at that, though your chest still aches. “That’s a great idea. Maybe I should take her out, too. She could use some one-on-one time with me.”

Anton reaches for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “She’ll love that.”

You nod, glancing toward the stairs. “She’s so little to be feeling that way… We’ll make it better, though.”

“We will,” Anton agrees, his gaze softening as he looks at Chanwoo’s sleeping face. “They’re all so loved but sometimes we just need to remind them.”

You rest your head on his shoulder, glancing at Yechan as she laughs at the movie and at Chanwoo’s peaceful face. “We’re so lucky to have them,” you whisper.

Anton smiles, his voice warm. “Luckiest people in the world.”

The next morning, the house is silent when Anton slips out of bed, he moves carefully not wanting to wake you. Pulling on a jacket over his pajamas, he grabs his wallet and keys before heading out the door. The brisk morning air nips at his cheeks as he walks down the street to the little flower shop that’s just beginning to open for the day.

Inside, the faint scent of fresh blooms fills the air. Anton picks out a small bouquet of pastel-colored flowers perfect for Chanmi with a little card tucked into it that he plans to write on when he gets back. He also selects a bouquet of blush pink roses for you, smiling as he imagines the look on your face when you see them. As he’s paying, a row of small stuffed animals catches his eye, and he decides to grab two—one for Chanwoo and one for Yechan.

Back home, the house is still quiet when Anton slips through the door. He takes his time writing thoughtful notes for each of the kids, personalizing them with a few sentences to remind them how much they’re loved before heading to their rooms and placing the stuffed animals and cards carefully on Chanwoo and Yechan’s bedside tables. For Chanmi, he sets her bouquet and card on the little table beside her bed. Due to Yechan and Chanmi sharing a room, he's as quiet as possible making sure not to disturb their sleep.

Once everything is in place, Anton heads downstairs to the kitchen. Rolling up his sleeves, he gets to work on breakfast. He decides to make Chanmi’s favorite—fluffy pancakes topped with whipped cream and extra strawberries. He even adds a side of hot chocolate, knowing how much she loves it. He takes his time, making sure nothing goes wrong all while keeping an ear out for the sounds of waking children.

It isn’t long before you appear at the kitchen door, Chanwoo in your arms. His head rests against your shoulder, still half-asleep, his chubby hands clutching at the fabric of your shirt. You smile at Anton, your tired eyes lighting up when you see him at the stove.

“Morning,” you say softly, leaning against the doorway.

“Morning.” Anton turns and walks over, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “You’re up early.”

“Chanwoo started fussing,” you explain, shifting his weight in your arms. “I think he heard the twins stirring.”

As if on cue, Yechan and Chanmi’s voices carry down the stairs, the rapid pitter-patter of their feet growing louder. The girls appear, hand in hand, each holding the gifts Anton left for them.

“Mommy, look!” Yechan says excitedly, holding up her stuffed animal. “I got a bear!”

“And I got flowers!” Chanmi chimes in, clutching the little bouquet to her chest. Her eyes sparkle with delight, her earlier sadness seemingly forgotten.

You laugh softly, crouching down to their level. “Those are beautiful, Chanmi and that’s such a cute bear, Yechan. Did you two thank your dad?”

The girls dart over to Anton, hugging his legs tightly. “Thank you, Daddy!” they chorus, their voices filled with glee.

Anton chuckles, kneeling to kiss the tops of their heads. “You’re welcome, my little angels. Now, go sit down for breakfast, okay?”

You place Chanwoo in his seat as the girls skip to the table giggling. Turning back to Anton you notice the pink roses sitting on the counter.

“Are those for me?” you ask, a smile playing at your lips.

Anton grins. “Of course. You deserve it.”

You lean in to kiss him, your heart swelling with gratitude. “Thank you,” you whisper.

Before Anton can reply, the kids start giggling loudly from the table.

“Mommy and Daddy are kissing!” Yechan squeals, her laughter infectious.

Anton sighs playfully, pressing one more quick kiss to your lips before returning to the stove. “Alright, alright, let’s eat.”

He brings the plates to the table, setting them down in front of the kids. Chanmi’s eyes widen as she sees hers—stacked high with whipped cream and strawberries.

“This is the best breakfast ever!” she declares, diving in with enthusiasm.

Yechan eyes Chanmi’s strawberries and hesitantly asks, “Can I have one?”

To your surprise, Chanmi nods and slides her plate closer to her sister. “Okay, but just one.”

You and Anton exchange a look, both of you smiling at the small but meaningful gesture.

As the meal winds down Chanmi bounces over to Anton, her excitement bubbling over. “Daddy, when are we going on our date?”

Before Anton can respond, Yechan’s lips push into a pout, her arms crossing over her chest. “I want to go on a date too!”

Anton offers her a small smile. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll take you on a date really soon, just you and me. But today is Chanmi’s special day. You and Chanwoo get to spend the day with Mommy instead.”

Yechan looks up at you, her pout easing slightly. “Can we go to the park?” she asks hopefully.

You smile, dabbing at Chanwoo’s syrup-streaked cheek with a napkin. “I’m not sure if the snow’s been cleared from the park yet, but we can go ice skating instead. How about that? And after, we’ll grab lunch together.”

At the mention of ice skating, Yechan’s face lights up, and Chanwoo’s little hands clap together. “Ice skating!” he cheers.

Anton grins. “See? It sounds like you’ll have just as much fun.”

Once breakfast wraps up, Chanmi tugs on Anton’s hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Daddy, can we match today?”

Anton chuckles, ruffling her hair gently. “Of course we can.”

The two head upstairs, where Chanmi digs through her closet. She pulls out a pink sweater with hello kitty and holds it up proudly. “This one!”

“Perfect choice,” Anton says. “Let’s get you dressed and then I’ll find something to match.”

Once she’s in her sweater and matching pink skirt, Chanmi holds up a set of butterfly clips. “Can you do my hair and put these in?”

“Anything for my princess,” Anton replies with a smile, sitting her on a stool in front of the mirror. He carefully braids her hair, securing the clips in place with precise fingers.

When he’s done Chanmi beams at her reflection then asks, “can I put some in your hair too, Daddy?”

Anton laughs, raising an eyebrow. “Okay, baby.”

Chanmi rummages through Yechan’s hair bin, grabbing another set of butterfly clips. She giggles as she clips them haphazardly into his hair, some at odd angles and others dangling from the ends of his mullet.

She claps her hands in delight when she’s done. “You look so pretty, Daddy!”

Anton strikes a dramatic pose in the mirror. “Do I look good enough to be your date?”

Chanmi nods eagerly, her giggles filling the room. “The best date ever!”

Once they’re both ready, they say goodbye to the rest of the family and Anton drives them to their first stop, the bookstore. The warm, inviting space is filled with the scent of paper and the faint hum of soft music. Chanmi’s eyes light up as she explores the children’s section, running her fingers over the colorful spines.

She scans the shelves with wide eyes, pulling down books faster than Anton can keep up.

“Can we read this one? And this one?” she asks, holding up a book about a talking unicorn and another about a curious fairy.

Anton smiles, his patience unwavering. “Let’s find a comfy spot, and we’ll read as many as you want.”

They settle into a cozy corner with bean bag chairs shaped like animals. Chanmi climbs into Anton’s lap, flipping through the pages of the first book.

Her little fingers trace the pictures on the pages, and her voice is animated as she asks question after question.

“Do you think unicorns really live in the clouds?” she asks, wide-eyed.

“Maybe,” Anton replies, his tone playful. “If you use your imagination, anything’s possible.”

They go through several books, Chanmi pointing out her favorite illustrations and making up her own endings to the stories. Eventually, Anton tells her to pick three books to take home.

“Only three?” she asks, her lower lip jutting out.

Anton chuckles, leaning closer. “Alright, four. But that’s the limit.”

Her pout disappears as she carefully selects her favorites. After paying for the books, Anton kneels to hand her a small surprise: a pastel pink journal.

“This is for you,” he says. “It’s your very own journal. You can write or draw in it whenever you have something special to share or when you feel like keeping your thoughts somewhere safe.”

Her eyes widen as she holds it, running her fingers over the textured cover. “Really? Just for me?”

“Just for you,” Anton confirms, smiling.

Chanmi tilts her head curiously. “What should I write in it?”

“Anything you want,” Anton replies. “You can draw pictures, write about your day, or even make up your own stories—like the ones we just read.”

A wide grin spreads across her face, and she throws her arms around his neck. “Thank you, Daddy! I love it!”

Anton hugs her tightly, his heart swelling at her happiness. “Anything for you, princess.”

After leaving the bookstore, Chanmi tugs on Anton’s hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Can we get ice cream now? You promised!”

Anton laughs, glancing down at her as they step into the crisp winter air. “Ice cream it is. Let’s go.”

The drive to the ice cream parlor is filled with her cheerful humming as she clutches her new journal to her chest. When they arrive Chanmi presses her nose to the glass display taking her time as she surveys the colorful array of flavors. Her little finger taps the glass when she finally decides. “Strawberry with rainbow sprinkles!”

“Good choice,” Anton says with a grin. He orders his own cone—a classic chocolate chip—and carries their treats to a small table by the window. Sunlight streams in, catching the glint of the butterfly clips still haphazardly placed in his hair.

Chanmi swings her legs under the table taking small deliberate bites of her ice cream as though savoring every bit of it. Between bites she hums a soft tune, her joy practically radiating.

“Daddy,” she says suddenly, her voice soft and thoughtful, “I’m gonna write in my journal every day.”

Anton smiles, reaching across the table to wipe a stray dollop of ice cream from her cheek. “I can’t wait to see what you write about. You’ll have to show me your favorite pages, okay?”

“Okay,” she chirps, her grin wide and sticky from the melting ice cream. She looks up at him with adoration, her eyes bright. “You’re the best daddy ever.”

Anton’s chest tightens. He reaches across the table, cupping her cheek gently. “And you, princess, are the best daughter ever.”

Her giggles fill the cozy parlor as she finishes the last of her cone and Anton can’t help but marvel at how precious this moment is.

As they drive home, Chanmi chats excitedly about all the things she plans to draw and write in her journal. Anton listens intently, his hands steady on the wheel occasionally glancing at her in the rearview mirror.

“Chanmi,” he says after a pause, his tone softening. “I want to tell you something.”

She tilts her head, curious. “What is it, Daddy?”

“You’re so important to me,” he begins, his voice warm and steady. “To all of us. You’re such a bright, special part of this family.”

Chanmi listens quietly, her small hands clutching her journal.

“I know there might be times when it feels like Yechan and Chanwoo get more attention and that can be really hard.” He glances at her in the mirror, making sure she’s listening. “But it’s not because we love them more or because you’re not just as special. You are loved just as much as they are—always.”

She blinks, her expression thoughtful.

“And you know what else?” Anton continues, his tone gentle but firm. “It’s okay to feel upset or sad sometimes. It’s okay to feel your emotions but when you do, I want you to remember that it’s always better to talk about them instead of acting out or keeping them inside. Mommy and I will always want to listen to you, no matter how you’re feeling—good or bad.”

“Really?” she asks softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“Really,” Anton reassures her.

Her eyes widen and she hugs the journal to her chest a little tighter.

“No matter how busy things get, no matter what’s going on, I’ll always have time for you. I promise, Chanmi.”

She blinks up at him, her voice quiet but firm. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Anton says, his tone resolute. “You’ll always be my little princess.”

A smile slowly spreads across her face, and she leans back in her seat, seeming reassured.

When they arrive home, Chanmi bursts through the door, her excitement spilling over. “Mommy! Yechan! Chanwoo! Look at my new books!”

She pulls them out of the bag, carefully showing each one off as Yechan and Chanwoo crowd around her, their curiosity piqued. “And look!” she says proudly, holding up the journal. “Daddy got this just for me!”

Yechan peers at the pink cover, her eyes wide. “What’s it for?”

“It’s for me to write and draw in,” Chanmi explains, her voice full of pride.

Chanwoo looks up at Anton. “Do I get one too?”

Anton kneels to their level, smiling. “Chanmi’s journal is special because it’s just for her but you each have your own special ways of expressing yourselves. We’ll figure out what those are, okay?”

Both Yechan and Chanwoo nod, satisfied with the answer.

Later that evening, after the excitement has settled and dinner, Anton tucks Chanmi into bed. She clings to him tightly, wrapping her arms around his neck as she whispers, “Thank you for today, Daddy.”

Anton kisses the top of her head, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you, princess. I had the best time with you.”

As he pulls the blanket up to her chin, she snuggles into her pillow clutching her journal close. Anton lingers for a moment, watching her drift off to sleep, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude for the chance to spend the day with his daughter.

[carame1bunny]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Kinktober Day 3:

Lingerie w/Jill Valentine☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

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word count: 1.3k

warning: smut! lingerie, face sitting, 69, girl on girl action(my fav:3)

summary: you’re shopping, when you spot a lingerie store… and there is no harm with surprising your girlfriend with a sexy set, as long as she is the one who gets to take it off of you.

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It all started with you shopping with your friends at the mall. The S.T.A.R.S police officers were throwing a party and you were the plus one to your girlfriend, Jill, so you needed to buy a nice dress. You managed to buy a nice navy blue dress, and while you were on your way out… You spotted the lingerie store. You mostly had comfortable underwear, you knew that your girlfriend found you sexy even in a pair of cotton panties with coconut trees on them. But, you could buy a nice set, and surprise Jill after the party.

You didn’t need to look for long before finding a gorgeous lacy set. Navy blue with white lacy details, it even had a garter, so you also bought a white thigh high pair of tights.

In the evening, you and Jill took a shower together, and you left her with blue lady balls. She was getting touchy, but you needed to save the mood for later. You put some makeup on and put the dress on. You were adjusting it in the mirror when strong arms wrapped around your waist.

“You look gorgeous, baby.” Jill said as she rested her chin on your shoulder. “I’ll have to shoo my colleagues away from you all night.”

You giggled and turned your head back to whisper into her ear. “They won’t be the ones who will take this dress off of me at night.” You bit her earlobe, her sensitive spot, and smiled when you heard her quiet moan.

The party was alright. The food was good, and there was plenty of alcohol. You kept on being touchy with Jill, there was no harm in teasing her and getting her worked up.

As in Jill, she couldn’t wait to go home. Everyone had their eyes on you, her sweetheart. As she was hanging out beside the nachos, Chris came up beside her.

“What’s up, tiger?” He knew Jill well enough to notice when she was antsy.

“I want to go home.” She shrugged and shoved a handful of cheesy nachos into her mouth.

“Everything okay with the missus?” Chris smirked, he had to admit, you were a sight for sore eyes.

“She had been fucking with me all day, doesn’t let me lay a single finger on her. I’m shaking, Chris, fucking shaking!” She held up her hand to emphasize her point.

“Well, you’re lucky that I’m bored as shit, so… wanna split a cab?” Jill didn’t need to be told twice.

Just as you came out of the bedroom, she grabbed your hand and began pulling you to the exit. It took every cell in your body to hold back your grin, mission accomplished. The three of you catched a cab and told the driver your addresses. Jill was sitting in the middle, so Chris was blind to the fact that you were dragging your finger up and down her waist and thighs. What? If you’re gonna tease her and get her worked up, you will do it properly.

The driver barely pulled up to your apartment, when Jill handed him the money, said a quick goodbye to Chris and dragged you out of the car. You only turned back to share a knowing look with Chris.

The second you locked the door behind you, Jill crashed her lips against yours. She claimed your lips, while reaching up to tangle her fingers into your hair and give you a harsh tug.

“Whatever you’re doing… it fucking ends now.” She lifted you over her shoulder and began to make her way to your shared bedroom. You giggled and kicked your feet, but immediately quieted down when she gave you a smack on your butt.

As she threw you on the bed, you quickly stood up and pushed her to sit. She opened her mouth to object, and you were quick to shush her. After taking a few steps back, you slowly let the straps of your dress fall from your shoulders, while reaching down to pull off your dress. Soon, your navy thigh garter was revealed and her eyes widened. She wasn’t the only one starving for some action, you were too. So, you nearly ripped your dress off and stood before her in your lingerie.

She was still looking at you with a dumbfounded expression, but as you stepped closer, her hands immediately found their place on your waist.

“Wow… baby, you look—-Fuck. Come here.” She pulled you down, you now straddled her.

She nuzzled her face into your neck, deeply inhaling your sweet scent. She must have been a goddamn saint in her last life, otherwise, how could she deserve an angel like you? She quickly tore off her blouse and unclasped her bra, it was starting to get hot in the room. Just as she kicked her pants off, you attacked her lips with your own. It was messy and needy, teeth and tongues.

After a heated makeout session, she fell back against the mattress and smirked at you.

“Sit on my face.” She commanded. She needed to feel your body against her face, she wanted to suffocate between your thighs. If that were ever to happen, she would die the happiest woman who ever lived.

You reached back to take the top of your set off, but she slapped your hand away. She smoothed the lace with a finger. “This stays on. Now, come on, I’m starving up here.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You crawled up on her torso and took a comfortable seat on her face. She took a deep inhale and sighed blissfully. “All mine.” She murmured to herself. Your hands were already gripping the bed frame. One thing about your girlfriend: if she ate your pussy, she really ate your pussy.

She began by kissing your already wet cunt through your panties, her tongue occasionally darting out to poke your clit through the fabric. It was good that you were already seated, otherwise your knees would have bucked from underneath you. Her fingers finally reached up to pull your panties to the side, and her tongue took a big lick from your clenching hole to your clit. After that, she took your little nub between her lips and sucked. Your moans were like music to her ears, that’s why she couldn’t help herself and trail her own fingers down her toned stomach. She dipped into her underwear and began rubbing her own neglected clit. You were conscious enough to notice and feel how her hips bucked up. So, you turned around on her face. Your torso leaning against her tummy, and your curious little fingers pushing her underwear down as far as you could reach.

You matched what she did to you. As she started to thrust her tongue into you, you did the same by feeling up her tight walls with your wet muscle. The sound echoing between the walls was downright filthy. Moaning, slurping, and the squelching of two needy and wet pussies.

You teased her entrance with your fingers, and began fingering her in a fast rhythm. She needed a second to catch her breath and do the same to you. She knew you well enough to instantly find that special spongy spot inside you.

Both of your movements sped up, and you were the one who orgasmed first, but she didn’t need much to follow right behind you.

You gave her cunt a goodbye kiss and plopped down beside her. She smirked at you, her lips glistening with your arousal. You couldn’t help leaning up to kiss her. You two just tasted yourselves on each other's lips, mixing both of your wetness into one unique taste. When you pulled away, you snuggled right into her side.

“S.T.A.R.S should throw more parties.” You said, half-asleep.

She chuckled and replied in her sleepy raspy voice. “And I should start buying you more lingerie.” She kissed your forehead and murmured. “My pretty baby.”

[kamii-2]

omg!!! you should do a paige x softball player!reader fic where paige and the reader are in situationship and reader wants to make things official and paige doesn’t fully know what she wants until it’s like one of readers big games and paige is there in readers jersey and asks her after they win!

i read your kk hcs and saw the a/n and was like omg i love that bc 1)i’m a softball player 2)i love paige sm!

hi anon! i love this idea so much but im gonna change it up (i dont like the idea of paige wearing readers jersey but i like everything else) sorry if its nothing how you wanted it, if you want me to redo it just ask :) !!

warning(s): none (surprisingly)

genre: fluff

pairing(s): paige bueckers x softball player!reader

not proofread (i keep forgetting to add this 😭)

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today was senior night and one of the most important softball games, paige and a few of your other friends were coming as well. you and her had been messing around for a few months now and you were starting to fall deep in love with her.

everything about her made you feel weak in the knees. her smile, her voice, the way she treats you, everything.

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it was and hour and 30 minutes before the game and you were in your off-campus apartment getting ready. you were putting all of your things in your bag when you got a facetime call from paige. you answered and propped your phone up on the desk in your room, continuing to shove things in your softball bag. “hey.” she said with the phone set up in kk’s room somewhere. “hi.” you say back, “why’d you call?” you asked her. “to tell you that ice and kk are coming with me.” she answered, you smiled and said “okay, well i have to go get dressed so i’ll talk to you later. bye!” you said before hanging up.

you walked over to the uniform sprawled all over your bed and put it on. after you put it on you went in the bathroom and put your hair in a low ponytail. when you were done you put on some slides, grabbed your phone and keys, then went to your car to head to the field.

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when you got to the field the game was starting in an hour and 13 minutes. the field was ready and most of your teammates were there. “hey y/n.” one of your teammates said as you walked in the dugout. “hi.” you said with a smile and clipped your bag to the fence, grabbing your cleats out and sitting on the bench to put them on. “are you ready for senior night?” another teammate asked you while sitting down next to you, “yes but i’m gonna miss you guys.” you said in a sad-ish tone.

after you got your shoes on, you talked with your teammates and coaches till the other team arrived at 5:00. the game started at 6:00 so this gave both teams an hour to practice before it started. you got a catching partner and threw back and forth till your coach called you guys over to practice batting and fielding.

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it was currently 5:55 and both teams were in the dugout waiting for the game to start. when paige, kk, and ice got there you came out the dugout and said hi and giving them each a hug then going back in.

since you guys are home team you’re in the field first. you waited for coach to you where to go, “y/n, you’re gonna pitch.” he told you, you nodded and put your glove and face mask on.

you got some practice pitches in and the in and out fielders threw a ball around. at 6:00 the first batter walked up and got ready, you pitched right down the middle, she she swung and it went straight to you. you caught it and she was out.

-

in was now the last inning and you were on third base. your teammate had one more strike before she was out and you guys lost. the pitcher pitched a perfect pitch and your teammate swung, it went in between second and first and you ran to home. the pitcher had the ball when you about to be at home so you slid and the pitcher tripped and landed on you really hard, her face mask flew off her face.

you were safe but your hips hurt really bad and you were gonna be bruised and hurting worse for sure tomorrow. besides everything that jsut happened, you sat up after the other girl got up and cheered, winning one of the most important games of the season.

-

you were in the dugout sitting on the bench with your head thrown back, when ice and kk came in. “where’s paige?” you asked as they sat next to you. “she had to go back to her dorm real quick but she’ll be back in a little bit.” kk said. “i bet your hips hurt.” ice said while looking at you. “they do and bad but it’s fine it’ll go away.” you said while standing up, wincing in pain.

they got up and walked out the dugout while you put your stuff in your bag and said bye to them. now it was time for senior night.

“first up we have y/n l/n, she can play any position and is one of your best pitchers. despite being super clumsy and somewhat reckless, she’s one of our best players.” the coach looked over at you and you limped over to her, stand next to her at the pitching mound. “now on to her stats.” she said as she flipped to a page full of numbers, “she has played all 20 games we’ve been in so far, batted 28 times, struck out twice, hit by pitch 6 times, got on base by hitting 16 times, and got on base by balls 4 times. her highlights of the season are hitting 3 home runs, 1 grand slam, and been the winning runner 4, now 5, times.” your coach informed everyone while you stood next to her smiling super big. “y/n is a great player and i’m gonna miss her when she leaves.” your coach was tearing up and she turned to you and gave you a big hug, and you returned it, starting to cry too.

your turn was done so you walked back into the dugout being hugged by everyone and staying for everyone else’s turn.

-

it was 9:04 and you were walking out the dugout going to find paige and her friends. they were standing by the bleachers talking, “hey guys.” you said to them and they went up to you and said hi and gave you guys and were talking about the game. “are your hips okay?” paige asked you, “they hurt alot but it’ll go away eventually.” you said while placing your heavy bag on the ground.

“well me and kk are gonna go back to our dorm, our uber is here.” ice said and she game you one last hug before walking away, kk giving you a hug and leaving.

“y/n i have a question for you and something for you in my car.” paige said as she grabbed your hands. “what is it?” you asked her. “y/n l/n will you please be my girlfriend?” said asked with a smile and grabbing your waist softly so she didn’t hurt you. “yes, yes i will!” you said as you gave her a kiss.

she kissed back then quickly pulled away. “i have a big as basket full of stuff for you. i had nika and azzi help me pick out things for it.” she said as she held your hand started to walk. you grabbed your bag and followed her, “im excited to see it.” you replied as she took you to her car to get the basket. she opened the car door and handed the basket to you.

“thank you so much p.” you said to her giving the taller girl a kiss. “you’re welcome baby, ill see you tomorrow.” she smiled and got in her car to leave.

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sorry if this sucks 😭 but anyway i hope you enjoy, have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[crimsoncandy04]

Hi! you write such arousing posts…. Can I ask for sex after a fight in the car with Scaramouche

Anon🪭

Oooh...is this my first modern au commission? Alright let's do this!

(you didn't mention what kind of sex so I'm taking creative liberty here and imagining what kind of sexy things an irl Scaramouche would be doing basically.)

Enjoy;)

Your boyfriend was the absolute WORST. But due to being blackmailed by him into a relationship because you saw something you shouldn't have regarding his job, you had no choice but to put up with him.

He was such an asshole. Full of himself and never really kind or doting despite him clearly being jealous whenever you so much as even MENTIONED another man's name in conversation.

It was absurd. You thought that being one of the 12 CEOs of such a powerful political organization such as The Fatui would make him act with a little more class. But no. He was as ruthless as he was cold. You were no exception.

At least he was a field agent.

Which meant he was always away doing jobs in other countries most of the time.

You were usually left to your own devices. Not that you minded.

In fact, lately you had begun to use this free time to... entertain yourself.

And that entertainment involved your boyfriend Scaramouche's coworker, Tartaglia.

Gods he was so fucking good in bed.

Always so giving and attentive. Nothing like the usual one and done your partner was.

He'd hear the founder of the fatui had sent Scaramouche out again and within the hour he'd be at your manor with flowers and expensive chocolates in hand. Cock already hard and aching to be under your favorite black dress that you usually wore when seeing him. It always made your ass look so fucking great and obviously, Tartaglia was a man who knew how to appreciate a curvaceous lady like you as he'd do things like pound you from the back and smack your ass as he told you make it "tighter" for him. God could he last a while. You think he took it as a challenge sometimes.

You loved your little heated affairs with Tartles. But finally one night your luck would run out. And that was the night Scaramouche came back early from a failed mission to steal government secrets via an elite gathering.

He had been caught and was now being forced to take time off as the company founder (Ms. Tsaritsa) had to cool foreign tensions now and cover for her harbinger's mistake.

He had walked in on you both as Tartaglia had you bent over the sofa downstairs and immediately tore into him. He had grabbed Tartaglia by the back of his shirt and thrown him (Quite literally threw him) Into the wall behind you. You had quickly pulled down your dress just in time to see Scaramouche kick him in the stomach and pull out a taser he usually kept in his coat pocket. He slammed it against Tartaglia's neck and turned it on. Temporarily rendering the man unconscious as Scaramouche had moved faster than anyone you had ever seen and successfully caught Tartaglia off guard.

He then turned to you.

His indigo eyes were beyond livid. For a second you wondered if you were next. But to your shock and suspicion, Scaramouche simply repocketed his weapon and turned to leave. Only pausing to tell a nearby maid to clean everything up before he disappeared into another room entirely.

You immediately went to your room. The one that was just for you and your hobbies and hid for the rest of the night. Too terrified to face Scaramouche anytime soon. Maybe he knew you were hiding though. Because at some point you received a text from him in the middle of the night. It read;

"Tomorrow night, be outside the house and ready. I want to talk to you privately so we'll be going somewhere a little more secluded. Dress nice."

And that was that.

Oh fuck. He was going to kill and bury you wasn't he?

The time to leave came. You had decided to wear a rather short soft pink cocktail dress and white heels. It wasn't your best but you were trying to perhaps invoke some sort of psychological empathy in your boyfriend tonight by wearing "innocent" colors.

Maybe that was a terrible idea.

Because as you climbed into the passenger seat of his car and felt his gaze tearing you apart from the side, you wondered if he had had something else in mind when he originally asked you to dress nicely.

His tone was bitter.

"you've looked better. What? Ran out of stuff to wear after using them all to seduce every man you see perhaps?"

The fuck? I wasn't letting this slide.

"seriously? I'm not that desperate. I only met with Tartaglia a few times and only him. Maybe if YOU weren't such an asshole I'd have no desire to fuck another dick!"

His voice bordered on emotionless as he started the car now.

"i told you before, you ungrateful whore, I have a job to do. You are NOT a priority. In fact, many women would KILL to wear the things I buy you. To sleep in the place where you do, to be on their knees WORSHIPPING me no matter how I treat them. You should be grateful someone like me even bothered to look your way at all, bitch."

"oh really!? Someone who IGNORES me? Someone who BULLIES me? DENIES me ANY sort of company besides their own that even then they RARELY give me? If that's the kind of person you are then perhaps I no longer want to date you!"

He abruptly hit the breaks. Turning in his seat to face me as he suddenly grabbed my chin and forced me to meet his gaze.

"I give you everything and even now you whine like a spoiled brat for more. So is that it? You want attention? Hmm...I don't see why not."

He started the car again. Not bothering to speak to you after that.

Scaramouche drove you both to the edge of the city. It was snowing here still and appeared to be some kind of parking lot of a nearby abandoned factory.

You felt your entire body stiffen as he got out of the car and instead climbed into the back seat.

What was he doing?

His sharp tone suddenly caught your attention.

"get up. Don't get out of the car. Crawl over the seat."

Shivers ran down your spine.

But you did as told.

However just as you were attempting to squeeze through the gap in between the seats, he stopped you. Telling you to stay in the position you were in and open your legs more.

Your heart raced as you realized the only way to do that would be to keep your feet firmly planted on either seat in the front and to hold on to the head rests with your hands so you didn't fall.

You got into position, earning a small hum of approval from Scaramouche.

"just like that. Now don't move. If you do, I'll make you regret it."

Scaramouche then reached out and slid his hand under my panties. Three of his fingers were deep inside your pussy and almost a little too gently were they stretching you open and encouraging you to relax into his touch.

You felt a little moan leave your lips before Scaramouche pulled his fingers out of you then and instead tore off your underwear completely.

Your cunt was exposed to him fully now as you watched him pull something from his pocket then.

A small egg shaped vibrator that he carefully stuffed into your still aching cunt and then turned on using a small remote that came with it. Immediately it was set too high and you felt your legs tremble as the tiny device teased your insides and made you drip into the cup holder beneath. Scaramouche rubbed some of your wetness using his fingers again, from your pussy to your asshole. Your body shook a little now as you tried to instinctively close your legs only to be met with a hard slap across the face from Scaramouche.

"i told you to stay still you worthless cunt! How fucking dare you!"

Scaramouche eyed the area beneath you then. A cruel smile crossed his face as he went to coat his fingers in more of your delicious juices and then used it to coat the gear stick that was brushing against your ass. He whispered huskily in your ear

"fuck yourself with it bitch."

Confusion filled you.

"w-what? But I'm already-"

"use your ass. Don't make me ask again. If you refuse, I'll make you do something worse."

Scaramouche's threat was made plain and clear. And so as you slowly adjusted your footing and raised your ass to prepare to do the unthinkable, you felt tears begin to fall from your eyes.

Scaramouche just scoffed at you.

The cold plastic material slowly entered your tight hole as you winced at the sensation of being stretched so much. It took several long minutes but eventually with much sweat and tears, you got the gear stick to fit into your asshole.

"Bounce on it. Look at me when you do." Scaramouche commanded next.

You obeyed reluctantly, your pussy still aching and soaking wet as the vibrator continued to tease your g spot.

You found a rhythm and began to ride the excruciatingly large object as best as you could. A mixture of pleasure and pain filling every inch of your body as Scaramouche leaned back and watched you humiliate yourself. All the while he had freed his cock and had been jerking off to the sight of you. You moaned softly as you felt your climax approaching then. However the feeling of pleasure was cut short momentarily as you saw Scaramouche pull out his phone.

"don't stop. I didn't say you could."

Your body trembles.

"what are you -"

"giving you exactly what you wanted my lovely little slut. Attention. Now keep going. I want to see you cum from being punished like this. The way a cheating whore like you deserves."

Scaramouche had started recording.

And so you continued to do as you were before. You kept going until you felt your body shiver and your cunt pulse as you ended up squirting. Scaramouche just chuckled a little before continuing to record you as he stroked his cock in the other hand.

"you did well my sweet little bitch. How about we let Tartaglia see what a good girl you were for me today?"

You felt panic cross your mind at the thought.

[bettystonewell]

SNICKERDOODLES & SPECIAL SAUCE

Part 3: Good Things Come in Threes

Story Masterlist || Main Masterlist

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: 'Twas the night of fake Christmas and all through the halls, creatures were stirring, eventually on all fours... or ...Mrs Butters isn't just messing with Dean's underwear drawer. She's messing with your love lives, too. 18+ only

Word Count: 5.7k words (multiple POV)

Tags/Warnings: crack, friends to lovers, love potion, language, dubious consent, pining, eggnog, Mrs Butters is a terrible wingman, SMUT—————————————————————PART 1 || PART 2 || Part 3 || Read on AO3

Part 3: Good Things Come in Threes

…and Dean have been hit by some kind of lust spell, the message read, but Sam hit the backspace, scrapping it all. He tapped that screen almost as fast as your finger had done under your panties when he—nope!! He wasn’t going there.

He couldn’t send a message like that to Eileen, either. It would just lead to more questions, and he didn’t want to think about the situation, let alone go over the details of it all. Didn’t matter that Dean’s arm pumping action was enough to douse any fire, now and in the future.

Yeah. Dean. It was better to tell her about him, so, Dean’s been cursed, he tried, leaving out the part about you being hit with it, too.

Only, what if it got out you had? What if someone let slip what the actual curse was, and how Sam had walked in on you both?

He sighed and erased the text again, typing out, Mrs Butters is missing, instead. It didn’t explain Dean desperately calling him away from their phone call, but it was the truth.

God. Why was this so hard?

Because it’s Dean, he chided.

He’d been de-aged, lost his memory, kidnapped in his car and had her chase him twice, so if anything, this shouldn’t be a surprise. This kind of shit always happened to Dean.

His thumbs hovered over the screen, still contemplating what he should type next, when Jack appeared in his peripheral, popping out from the junction in the long corridor.

He shuffled down the hall towards Sam with a worried look on his face. All that twinkled overhead, lighting up the stray pieces of glitter he’d caught on his forehead and cheeks.

If only the wood nymph had left a trail through the remaining sparkles on the floor. Little heel shapes would be mighty helpful to find her, but no. It’s like she’d vanished into thin air.

“Hey,” Sam said, and hit send. He was quick to add, Dean pissed her off, and sent it straight after. “Any luck?”

He looked up just in time for Jack to step into his personal space. His drained eyes, hopeful and ready to cling to any good news Jack threw his way. Anything was better than the fat-load of nothing he had to show for.

But, “No,” Jack said, brow creasing in the middle in concentration. “And I checked all the closets and opened all the cubicle doors just like you told me to. Maybe we should call Cas?”

They were not calling Cas. Keeping Jack occupied was hard enough without another angel not understanding how consequential Dean and you having sex under a curse could be.

“Yeah. No, ah. You know what?” Sam shoved his phone back into his pocket and rejigged his Taurus in his hand. “Why don’t you check on them? Make sure Dean’s ropes are still tight.” He found Jack’s eyes and gave him his best reassuring smile, ignoring the niggle in his gut that knew Dean was a flight risk and probably busted out already.

“What about you?”

Sam cocked his gun and patted Jack on the shoulder. “She came out when Dean hit the reset button. I’m gonna see if I can lure her out by shutting this place down.”

And with that, Sam left Jack, and Jack headed towards the library, a little apprehensive about going in alone. Being told to check the ropes, even though he could smite Dean if he wanted to, was no easy feat. He respected him a great deal.

He was strong, knowledgeable about the world, and had taught him a lot. They’d even got around to “the talk,” so Jack was also knowledgeable about what was happening in the bunker that night.

Dean’s body, not the spell.

No, Jack had no idea why everything was happening as it was.

Just the physicalities.

He knew all about courting and fucking and the differences and similarities between them. It was all thanks to Dean. They hadn’t covered masturbation because Dean had said, “he was better left on his own there,” but Jack understood the basics of what Dean was going through.

Blood was pumping through Dean’s penis. He’d busted his nut three times (Sam had stopped him on the fourth), and was still erect now. Oh. And in pain. Which was difficult to understand because Jack had only ever experienced an erection when he woke up and it had just gone away on its own.

But he also didn’t sleep much, and he shrugged, considering his options as he walked the halls to you.

He wanted to ask Dean what it felt like. He was curious about you too, but from their talk, he knew not to ask you anything relating to your breasts or your vagina. It was okay to ask your partner, but it wasn’t okay to ask someone you weren’t courting, dating, or fucking.

Right. Yes. That’s definitely what Dean had said.

Coming from the lower levels meant Jack came into the war room via the eastern corridor, on the opposite side of the kitchen.

Besides the vibrant tree, still littered underneath with presents no one was supposed to open yet, it was Dean he spotted first.

His legs, from his calves to his ankles, were tied to his seat and not outstretched, as you’d expect. There was no manspreading going on, as you would say, either.

No. He was far from his usual relaxed self, calling out Jack’s name in irritation. Unbeknownst that his attempt to hide his relief was thwarted by Jack’s keen senses.

Jack rounded the edge of the map table and stepped up the stairs with a patter and a frown. Losing the squeaks his sneakers made when moving from the polished floors to wood always disappointed him.

“Hello Dean,” he said back to the hunter, hand waving in greeting, before setting his sights on you.

You looked no better. Eyes half lidded. Chest heaving. The skin that dipped below the neck of your shirt was lined with sweat, and tracing the curves of your breasts made Jack’s stomach feel funny. It also made his throat dry.

Why did it do that?

He popped his ears. Tried clicking his tongue and swallowing, but neither helped and his voice came out croaky like a frog’s. “Sam asked me to check on you both.” He rubbed his lips together.

“And where is Sam?” Dean asked. His sarcasm wasn’t missed. “Have you found her yet?”

“No. But he’s going to try the boiler room.”

An ominous clank cut Dean off mid eye roll. The lights cut him off, too. Well, the lamps and ceiling ones around the library and beyond in the halls did, but not Mrs Butters’ Christmas tree. It shone brighter. Rivaled only by the baubles, looped, and still blinking, ‘round the balustrades and staircase.

You could hear a pin drop if it weren’t for the train’s whistle and Dean’s groan. “For the love of… What’s he planning to do?”

“Reversing you doofuses letting her out, obviously,” you said with a wheeze, and Jack decided it was time to get to work on the ropes. He did not want to be here any longer than he needed to be.

Dean was angry. You weren’t much better, but you were the best choice to start checking. The low lighting thankfully covered your breasts, but it wouldn’t for long. “She’s nowhere to be found.” He pulled on the ties that held your arms in place. “Sam thought she might appear if he tried restarting her.”

“Restart,” Jack felt Dean’s aura flare. He heard the blood as it pumped through his veins. “Okay, you know what? Jack, you need to untie me right now.”

“I can’t do that, Dean.” He wouldn’t. Sam had told him to check the ropes and make sure Dean was secured, and it was imperative that he did. “Sam said you two needed to stay separated.”

“And Sammy needs your help more than we do. Angel trumps wood nymph.”

“But I’m a nephilim.” And he was very confused.

“Yeah. Okay, sure. Son of Lucifer,” Dean quipped, but soon changed his tone to one of pleading. “Look. We’ll behave, alright? I promise.”

He promised? Dean never promised. At least he never used the word itself. He hadn’t exactly promised when he’d said they’d have the talk, and he’d kept his word then, so maybe it would be okay?

“She’s not looking too good there, Jack,” Dean added, and it was true, you weren’t.

Your breathing was slow and shallow. A sheen of sweat covered your forehead on top of your breasts now, and Jack could feel the heat radiating off of your body.

“Speak for yourself,” you said, but it was so quiet and lacking your usual pep, Jack’s stomach flipped. His mind did, too.

He stood tall and turned to face Dean. His eyes narrowed as they had when he’d questioned Sam’s plan in the first place.

He could trust Dean, couldn’t he?

Yes. Yes. Of course he could, and he nodded. “I’ll go back to Sam,” he said, and without even checking on Dean’s arms, rushed away to the boiler room to help there. Mrs Butters needed to be found, after all.

In his haste to be useful, however, even though he’d been reading both your auras; even though he’d heard Sam’s spiel about how dangerous the situation was; Jack was oblivious to the smirk that graced Dean’s face the second his back was turned.

Yeah. Dean was proud of himself. Oh-ho, yeah, he was, and his smirk only grew wider as Jack’s footsteps trailed away.

He’d been working on the ropes since the moment Sam had left the room. In control enough to know you were off limits, not enough that he could stay here any longer. Nope. He’d been watching your rack, too, though unlike Jack it’d been more than a few seconds, and he was not going there with you. Not when he’d probably come the second his dick got wet.

He had a reputation to uphold. That and you’d never let him live it down, knowing you. He’d be the butt of your jokes for as long as he lived.

So, rather than bothering to talk or check in with you, he let his dick and its needs lead. As soon as Jack left, he got back to it, shimmying his wrists back and forth, only it wasn’t doing much good.

Stupid nightgown. Why the hell hadn’t he put on his jeans and jacket? Oh right. Because then it would’ve chafed. Caught on fire like flint and tinder.

Screw this. The floor was below him and with enough force, he’d break the chair just like he’s done in Texas. Sam and Jack wouldn’t notice that with all the concrete, rebar and wiring layered between them and him, giving Dean plenty of time to escape. Plus, the boiler room was at the other end of the joint.

Perfect!

He tested the waters, pushing his toes into the polished wood below them, and when he was certain he wouldn’t add injury to the insult, he braced himself.

‘Okay,’ he breathed out a puff of air. ‘You can do this, Deano.’

Huh. Deano? Your nickname for him was cute, but why the hell was he using it? He was gonna count to three, but after that he gave up and just went for it.

He gripped the right arm of his seat and swung himself to the left, lifting the leg an inch if he was lucky. Shouldn’t have had that second helping of turkey or ham.

He sighed louder than the first time, eyes flicking to you when he realised you’d said nothing since Jack left. Not even a squeak of surprise at the thump he’d made.

“You okay there, sweetheart?” He had trouble pulling himself away from your rack to your chin. “Sweetheart?” he tried again, and a small choke answered him.

You see, while Dean was doing alright, you weren’t so much. It was bad enough Sam’d tied you up, but leaving you smack bang across the table from him was the stupidest, most inconsiderate thing Sam had ever done.

You were going to kill him. You were no longer sorry Mrs Butters had told you his business. Eileen deserved her privacy. Sam did not.

Just being in Dean’s presence had doubled the pain. You thought it was excruciating before? Hah! Think again.

You’d dropped your head just to avoid his sultry gaze. A mix of concern and dilated pupils you’d mistake for him being high had it not been seeing him equally affected by whatever she’d done to you.

“It hurts, De.”

Your white knuckles and sweaty palms held on too tight to the arms of the chair. Damn. That Pink song knew a thing or two, even if the lyrics and your body had differing opinions.

You didn’t want Dean to blow you one last kiss. No. Oh no. You’d settle for blowing him, or better yet, him blowing his warm breath over you because everything was on fire. The depths of your panties, the worst. The stiff wood under your ass and your pyjama shorts weren’t doing nothing for you. Neither were your knees rubbing together.

“Would you quit it?” Dean growled, and the echo went straight there.

A shiver. A trickle. A shock? Whatever it was, your cooch clenched tight to trap it and you had to stifle the moan you almost couldn’t.

Fuck. Your head wanted to explode. Your front teeth bit so darn hard into the meat of your lower lip, they grazed the bottom set below them.

“It really hurts,” you said again, as if saying so was the magic chant you needed to tell the spell uncle.

“Yeah, well. You squirming like that ain’t exactly a picnic for me, either.”

The gravel in his voice had your head flicking back up. It moved to follow his staring at your boobs.

Your nipples, unlike in the kitchen earlier, were now visible through your sleep shirt. Hard and perky. You’d be insulted, but all you saw besides the lights flashing in the other room was a dick on legs, and what it could do for you.

Those fingers of his, just below the ledge of the table. Those lips, pink and plump, rivaled only by his tongue that swiped over them, could wrap around the girls any day, and, “Fuck.” Your body shuddered through the long squeak it released, elongating the word even further, like a balloon neck still pinched tight.

Nothing. There was nothing you could do to make this better. Had the knots not tied you to the chair, you’d have crumpled in a heap on the floor, shuffling and moaning. Probably would’ve pissed yourself by now.

The pressure was severe enough, and your head dropped once more. Shoulders rising and falling beside your neck as you pulled the air back into your lungs with deep breaths.

“Hey. You okay?”

No. No, you weren’t. Your body needed physical stimulation. You knew it, Jack knew it, and you’d settle for a brush of Dean’s pinky finger against your own at this point.

His fingernail. The hair at the end of his knuckle. The cool metal of his 1911 would get him and you both off if you were smart about it.

So you fluttered your lashes and let the tips fan your cheeks. Your eyes peeked through them with your best wanton gaze. “There must be something you can do,” you said. “If you get us out, I’ll scratch your back, and maybe you can scratch mine?”

Not only did you hope that would get Dean’s attention, you sure as hell fucking meant it.

And you got it.

His cock twitched below his nightgown. A bead of cum spilled out from its tip, and Dean planted his feet on the ground and tried rocking again.

To the left, to the right, adrenaline was an amazing thing. Each new lift of the chair legs had him swinging and swaying, and the floorboards making god-awful sounds. But then inertia gave way and kinetic energy kicked in, and Dean’s right arm and shoulder pummeled into the floor with a thump.

His funny bone twanged. His throat gave a grunt. His dick bobbed up and down. It re-pitched the tent in his purple polyester blend the second he bounced back, tall and proud.

Fuck yeah! He was free, and scrambling on his bow legs to free you, too.

“You really wanna?” His question trailed off as you licked your lips. Your eyes, drawn to the tent of his giant hug.

He’d be insulted, but his small brain and actual brain were fighting for dominance. That moan you made when his pinky grazed your thigh was porn for his ears, and with the added ambiance, your face belonged in one. But did you just?

Wow. Well, if that didn’t do it for a guy (or girl), he had some questions. He’d barely touched you.

Screw Miss January. Mrs Butters could get stuffed like her turkey. He was gonna fuck you if you were going to let him, and his lips found their way to yours, crashing down with force and heat, before you could say no.

They seared, unrelenting, not letting you leave your seat. He’d jump you like a dog, but he wasn’t that far gone. Or was he?

Chuck. Fuck the spell. Mrs Butters had done him a favour. He’d die happy if that’s what this was. Satisfied with the taste of you on his tongue. The power he had over you with just his fingertips.

He just had one question - could he keep it?

No! Absolutely not, if Sam had anything to say about it. This night was the worst.

Seeing Dean’s junk, seeing you touch yourself, seeing an old wood nymph cry.

Oh yeah, he’d found Mrs Butters. Or rather, she found him, having apparated before him the second he shut the power off. She now stood in the corner, cowering, her hoot high in pitch when Sam pulled his gun on her, beady eyes only likening her more and more to an owl as they widened in terror.

You were right about her making a mean Merlin, or whatever his name was, but Sam was at his wit’s end, and about ready to shoot.

“So it was you?” His gaze pierced those peepers of hers back, finger trembling on the trigger of his Taurus. Unaware of what might happen if he shot at her. Very aware not to show it.

He should’ve checked the lore.

But then she dropped her head into her hands, remorseful or conniving, Sam wasn’t sure, and “Yes,” she said. “But it wasn’t supposed to do this…and…and—”

“And what?” Sam’s nostrils flared.

“It’s too late.”

And it was.

Too late to stop you, that is.

Dean had you on your feet and you were walking. Hands grabbing, fingers caressing, your bodies stepping in time like a practiced dance.

Through the halls he led you, lips nibbling and sucking your neck, your collarbone, the top of your cleavage. Wherever he could reach, he attacked, and wherever he went, you welcomed. Your hips and pelvis especially.

Yes, you undulated against him while your hands fumbled with his nightgown. His bedroom door slammed shut behind you, but you were too busy to bat an eyelid. Wrapped in hugs? No. That thing, with its excessive amount of fabric, wrapped Dean up like a chastity belt, protecting him from you and your aching heat from him.

It still burned. Still throbbed. Sweaty palms and fingertips, leaving prints that’d put crime-scene investigators outta their job if they used it for evidence. Not that he cared. He was too busy helping you with your clothing.

Your shirt, your shorts, he pushed you forward and soon had your lust-drunk-ass tumbling onto the memory foam of his bed with a bounce and grin from ear to ear. And when he pulled that lilac monstrosity off and over his head himself, he gave you little warning or vantage to take a decent peek at that part of him. You sure felt it, though.

Dean pinned you beneath him and pushed a knee flush between your legs. Anyone would think you were going somewhere, but you weren’t. Your pussy lips spread open wide, trying to draw him in.

“Fuck,” he groaned into your neck.

Fuck indeed. It was all too much. The length of him glided over your hip, electrifying everywhere it touched. You’d gone from seeing it, to feeling it, hard, hot and more than ready for you in a matter of hours. You’d tear apart into a million pieces if he didn’t tear you with it soon.

So, without a word, your arm snaked its way between your bodies to grip him, experimenting with a soft tug or two, pleased when he grunted under your touch.

You’d high five yourself, but your hands were busy and you didn’t have the resolve to stop. Neither did he.

No. There was no checking in. No questioning. Who cared if you were on birth control or not? He just pulled up, shifted himself to claim your lips, and prodded your lower ones with his blunt tip.

Your sloppy kisses struggled to return his intensity, more focused on pulling him closer and encouraging him to move by opening your legs even wider, hooking your ankles over his. You really were a floozy, and Dean only exemplified it.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I can’t,” he said against your chin, before snapping his hips forward with a groan that rumbled straight up your spine.

Just as his pinky had left your panties a mess, that one thrust was all it took. Your inner walls spasmed ‘round him. The rest of you clung where you could as he set his pace, chasing the high Sam had interrupted two hours ago.

Your muscles contorted; skin tingled. Your back arched off the mattress. But even though you’d just come, your clit, your cunt, your whole being demanded more. Fingers dragged down Dean’s back, scraping, raking down and around to knead the soft flesh of his ass.

“Oh god. Don’t do that. I’m not gonna—”

But it was too late. His mouth opened into a tightened O and ropes of his cum painted your insides. Each throb pulsing against your still clenched walls.

“Shit.” He panted, chest heaving against yours. “I never blow that quick.” He swallowed, then grunted. The primality of it, the sexiest damn thing you’d ever heard.

“Me either.” You huffed. He’d given you two orgasms with little foreplay. Hell, you hadn’t even spoken. That had to be a record for any girl, not to mention he’d come, what, four times himself? The guy was over forty, and still his flesh burned molten hot.

Then again, so did yours.

You let go to star-fish underneath him, rolling your neck backwards into the pillow to draw air into your lungs. “You, ah, you good?” you asked. Though why you bothered when even Dean, with his world-renowned game and prowess, couldn’t break the spell, was beyond you.

“Are you?” He cocked his brow.

“It’s manageable,” you said, which was better than no.

Of course, Dean looked down at you. His eyes searched for the truth. He found it too, when he gave up on your top half to watch between you, drawing another couple of slow pumps in and out.

“Manageable, huh?” He chuckled at your whimper. Even gave you a devious wink. “Think you can manage switching positions?”

Sam wished he could switch positions, too.

No, not like that.

Thankfully, he wasn’t aware of what was going on behind Dean’s door. Well, no, that’s not true. He did. He stood above the evidence you’d left behind in the library, put two and two together, and now stood, staring dumbstruck at the broken seat.

Why did he bother?

“I told you to check the ropes,” he said to Jack, who was looking mighty sheepish. Of course, Sam should’ve known he’d been rather quick returning to the boiler room.

“Dean promised he—”

“And you believed him?” Yeah, Sam was wrong. Cas might’ve been useful. At least he wasn’t so gullible.

He thought.

Honestly, Sam could only scoff. His grin, wide in disbelief, as he stretched thumb and pointer over his eyes.

Blowing his brains out would be easier. Then he wouldn’t have to face your wrath when you realised what you’d done. Screw Dean’s. Though he guessed it was in his best interests to fix things.

“Okay.” He turned to Mrs Butters, cuffed and still looking sorry for herself. Whether the cuffs worked on her was another matter altogether. She hadn’t fussed about them at least. Though her beady eyes still stared into the depths of his soul as if this was all his fault. “Say you did it right. What was supposed to happen?”

“Does it matter? Aren’t you going to stop them before th-th-th-they—”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah. Even you said it was too late.” Though she’d made it sound like you were going to die.

He tucked his gun into the waistband of his sweats so as not to be tested. “But if you want to,” his arm stretched out wide in the general direction of room eleven, “Be my guest.”

Like Mr Bean and his incompetence or Mr Magoo, well past his prime, she’d messed up the love potion, not him. He couldn’t be held responsible for what you guys did because of too much henbane from a housekeeper who needed glasses.

Her thrill was less impactful. Her whole body shuddered. The woman, old-fashioned and teetering on sexist, was more disgusted than Dean was going to be once he learned he’d lost his free will to food.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

“Then sit.” He pointed at her, then at the table. His other hand ran through his hair, waiting as she did what she was told with a slow step and a pout.

“So will it wear off?” Jack asked over his shoulder, and honestly, Sam didn’t know what to say.

He was tired. His experiences with love spells sealed shut years ago for good reason, so unless he looked up the lore or called Rowena, he was leaning along the path of, was it fatal and could it be left until morning?

But Mrs Butters whimpered. “A kiss would have made or broken the spell,” she said.

“So that means Dean just needs to ejaculate inside her?” Jack chimed in before Sam could, seeming very proud of his speculation, and, yeah, that did it. Sam was going to bed. Part of him wanted to know why she’d done it, but he’d had enough.

As much as he hated to admit it, he and Mrs Butters were on the same page as Jack. If her beet-red cheeks were anything to go by, you’d both be fine come morning, assuming Dean had enough juice left.

Embarrassed, yes, and ready to kill Mrs B. But maybe, just maybe, dare he say, you’d be happy about it? He would when she was gone.

Dean was still oblivious to the mystery being solved, still seated in your sweet heat. Sure, he was doubting how much longer he could keep it up, but the squelch was heavenly. You, on all fours before him now, crying in pleasure with your continued eagerness for him to touch and taste you; he wondered if you’d do it again? Or was this a onetime thing?

“That’s it,” he drawled, trying not to let thoughts of what happened next bother him. He watched himself push in and out. Watched his spend and your juices mix and get pushed back inside, too, savouring the sight for his mental spank bank. This one would be a treat.

“Give me another one,” he cooed.

“Listen to your own advice,” you clapped back, and he fucking loved it.

He reached around to your clit and thumbed the now over-sensitive bud, proud of himself yet again when your body betrayed you.

You squirmed on his cock, and he was spilling into you with more ropes of his special sauce soon after. Your sweet pussy gripped him like a vise.

Yeah, that joke was long past its use-by date, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t continue to use it.

He pulled you in close and rolled you over before he could fall on you, exhausted, keeping you flush against him. A sheen of sweat, the only division between. Whatever the old bitch had done, if she was out to get you, he’d deal with it, but he’d also thank her, maybe…it depended on what happened here with you.

“You good?” He cursed the croak in his voice, but if you noticed his moment of weakness, or the repetitious irony, you said nothing towards it, first answering with a contented hum.

“It’s manageable.” You chuckled, wheezing when he gave a soft slap to your ass cheek. “Okay, it doesn’t hurt as much.”

“But you’re still hurtin’?”

“Just chafing.”

You shook your head, and Dean frowned, raising himself on his elbow to lean over you. His dick slipped free, although with the sight of your rack before him, it wouldn’t take long.

“You wanna make a run for the showers? Get cleaned up?” He might even consider getting you ice from the kitchen, though he couldn’t see that helping when he shuddered at the thought of putting some on his junk.

At first you were silent. Eyes refused to look back up at him. He felt your heart pick up its pace. The tightening movement in your limbs and chest, too, before you’d even moved.

“Guess I should get outta your hair,” you said, sitting up, and Dean was foolish to let you. Or maybe just a genius. A stupid one, but a genius nonetheless, recording more footage to his brain for further use, because it looked like he was going to need it.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He stood up, too, not caring that little-Dean was also on display.

He strode over to where you stood, drawing you in with a hand on both hips. His fingers traced the marks they’d left earlier, electrifying your skin all over again.

“No. No.” You took a step back. “It’s okay. It’s weird, right?”

Least, it was for you. This all happened because of a stupid spell. Something well beyond your control. It wasn’t like he’d wanted to fuck you before all this. He’d never even made a move on you until now, and now didn’t count.

But his hands gripped your flesh tighter. Bound to indent the little calluses you’d discovered on his hands the further you got throughout your evening. Your overused cunt even fluttered with interest when he said, “Only if you keep walking away.”

His eyes darted to the floor, and yours followed.

Oh god. You’d left a trail of cum there. One large dollop even hung just below the edge of your slit. Now you really wanted to die.

Your hand tucked down into your folds, slipping through the mess you’d both made. “How many times did you—”

“Three,” he boasted.

“And before we?” Your free hand, not holding everything in, swept the air between you.

“Three.”

Oh god. Even on birth control, you weren’t taking the risk if three times one way and three the other meant making stuff with love. You searched his eyes and found them, still wearing his cheeky grin. “First thing tomorrow, you’re taking me to a pharmacy.”

“Why?”

“To get Plan B.”

“You’re not on anything?” His voice hitched.

“Course I am!” Living a hunter’s life? You’d be stupid not to. “And now that my heads screwed on, I ain’t risking it given the circumstances.”

Dean blinked and flicked his head down. “What? you think my special sauce is extra special now?”

“That’s not funny.”

Fuck! You needed a shower. An actual douche would be better. But unless Mrs Butters’ boys had vaginas and kept them in the infirmary with all the other outdated equipment, one of those was coming from the pharmacy, too.

You looked to Dean in horror, expecting to see mirrored panic. Expected him to at least hide the pearly whites in his mouth, but no, those lips of his flattened into a thin line. One that curled on the end.

“Okay. Would you relax?” he said.

“Don’t tell me to relax. You’re not full of,” you couldn’t say those two words again. Cum seemed worse outside the act. Baby gravy? Jizz? Spunk? Oh god.

“I made it!” And he looked insulted, too. “Look, I’ll take you first thing, alright? But we’ve still got a few hours before they open.”

You didn’t miss the wag of his brows or the suggestive tone that further accompanied the suggestion to relax, either. Typical Dean. He’d just been up close and personal with your cunt, yet he struggled to open up.

“We’re past the awkwardness, don’t you think?”

“Look who’s talking.”

He had a point, but the phrase just brought on memories of babies sounding like Bruce Willis, and that ship needed to set sail. So when those calloused hands of his grazed your skin further to grab the globes of your ass, your body and mind welcomed them. Yup. Floozy.

He pushed you flush against him, much like he had throughout the night. Fingers embedded into flesh from both sides. His lips, no longer tasting of cinnamon and snickerdoodles, pressed into yours with the taste of him and you. The squelch, more delectable than anything made down below.

“I gotta sink right there,” he said between kisses. “Plenty of clean shirts.” He chuffed through another. “Wanna stay the night?”

And what did your floozy do?

Yeah. She agreed.

She didn’t even need to think hard about it. Better leaving hardness to other things. Yes, he was crude. Yes, he liked to wear his underthings inside and out, but the man had already reeled you in with an oversized purple nightgown. And the way he made his special sauce.

Or should you thank Butters for that?

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OKAY HEAR ME OUT i know your bio says you like angst but no one has sent you anything except fluff and smut skfkskfkskf so could i pretty please req an unrequited love trope w/ lara? (or who you prefer) like maybe she has feelings for reader but reader is with another member already or somerhing like that? 🥺

“love is a drug that I quit”

sypnosis -» each passing moment, each heartbeat — guilt gnaws lara knowing she had a crush on her best friends girlfriend

beware! -» angst , touch of fluff , breakup , established relationship, toxic/cheater!sophia , swearing, crying, eventual mutual liking , guilt, I think reader is also kinda toxic in here

talks -» hey babes idk if you wanted a good ending or bad one so I give you a somewhat okay one , also thank you for requesting angst!!! , lovesick girls reference on the title, I think I went off the request a. tad bit hope it's okay though :((

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knowing lara she would never ever ignore you on purpose — yet here she was being distant , it didn't bother you much since she was only a friend , right?

sophia invited you to stay the night in the girls house , it wasn't out of the normal — what was out of the normal was a lipgloss that sophia and yoonchae didn't use, it was near sophia's bed , at first you didn't look into it thinking maybe it was lara's or maybe megan's lipgloss

yet something in you tingled , something that told you it was someone elses

so without thinking much you asked the girls around the house if they used this specific brand of lipgloss

"manon— do you like rare beauty lipglosses?" you ask the eldest "no.. I kinda like lip oils better" she replied after so you thanked her

"hey do you guys use rare beauty lipglosses?" you ask the youngest duo while they play a video game "nope!" they both replied after so going back to their game

the same response was heard from the middle kids aka lara and daniela , now your actually seething who the fuck owned this gloss then

"sophia elizabeth laforteza—who the fuck owns this gloss and don't try to lie to me!" you scream startling her to stop using her laptop , your hands were fisted , everything felt warm or too hot as sweat dripped down from your forehead

"baby I don't know—maybe it's megan's" her voice trembled as she focused on other things rather than looking at you — she was fucking lying "are you fucking with me?! — she doesn't own this! she told me earlier!" you scream at her , she stood up and tried to calm you down but you swat her hands away

"baby—its no ones I swear" sophia tries to reason out using her soft voice that could've worked but god your tired of her lying to you, "soph don't fucking lie to me—ill find out one way or another"

you snatch her phone opening it , she tries to get it back but you push her off you , scrolling thru her dms you stumbled upon a mysterious number opening it you were not so warmly greeted with a exchange of heartfelt messages , between your girlfriend and some bitch named gabbie

"sophia I'm not gonna do this anymore — why the hell are you talking to gabbie? and why the fuck are you both so lovey dovey?" you angrily threw her phone to the floor — she looked pale almost as if she saw a ghost

"baby it's not what it seems!-"

"no sophia I'm done with you and everything — I thought maybe just maybe giving you a second chance would work , yet here you are back to your old schemes" you cut her off , your eyes blur as tears start to threaten leaving your eyes , you couldn't think properly, you packed up your things with sophia still trying to defend herself , trying to stop you from leaving

she wasn't the sophia you fell in love with certainly not the sophia you're gonna stay with

"I'm sorry — I love you but if you love me too sophia you would let me go" you said trying your very best just to look or even sound composed

now sitting in your car crying like a kid — you couldn't even bear going home when all you can think about is sophia , her hugs that made you comfortable, her kiss that made you melt especially the moments you both cherished

♪

nights passed — sleepless ones even and you still think about her , it wasn't getting any better , the more you cave in the more you became a wreck

the girls all heard the conversation — honestly it was very sick and twisted for sophia to even think of cheating on you, the girls especially lara who was very close to sophia started to distance themselves often times only getting close for fanservice

each passing moment, each heartbeat — guilt gnaws lara knowing she had a crush on her best friends girlfriend

well now ex best friend and ex girlfriend , lara didn't know what to do , whether to pick you or sophia

she wanted to approach you , to talk to you not even in a way to date but just a way to make sure your okay

so she did with her not so impeccable social skills chatting you one random night

freedom girl: y/n? can we talk? I know you're not fully healed yet but I would love to just sit down and talk with you even for a few minutes

you: sure , meet you at the studio?

freedom girl: yes be there in 30

you got ready , you knew damn well that you needed to talk to someone even if that meant it was lara — just because you didn't like her friend doesn't mean you didnt like her

driving there was quiet, no music just the gentle breeze of the air-conditioning in your car , your comfort was soon just silence

"hey how are you?" lara greets you as you park infront of the studio

the weather was cold yet in her presence everything felt warm and comforting

"I've been okay—how about you?" you replied as you both walk in the studio , soon sitting down in front of some equipment as you talk heart to heart

♪

it felt like you two were dodging the obvious topic , the break up or was it that? , or the obvious liking towards you by lara

you noticed it the minute sophia introduced you to the rest — yes you found it icky but when you first broke up with sophia she was the one to reconcile you two now for the second break up she was the one who also talked to you

she was the only one who truly cares more than sophia, the one who would actually go to war for you

yet you couldn't find it in you to date her or even confess the confusing feelings you felt , "can I tell you something?" lara suddenly stops you from thinking

"yeah anything" you replied , you look at her face trying to analyze even the smallest tug of her lips or the blink of her eyes

"you changed my perspective on a lot of things—the time you told me that love can be found anywhere, or maybe the time you helped me in my dark times" she then follows "even when you didn't have to"

you felt like a billion bricks were lifted off your shoulders — at this moment you even forgot about sophia, time was stuck and everything was right

"I'm glad I made you feel that way—you make me feel the same , I really hope this doesn't sound weird but I really love you" you mumble not thinking about the words that spewed out of your mouth and frankly you didn't care , you felt safe with her you felt like living again

"I love you too" she replied in a whisper like tone

the line was crossed , boundaries were broken and you're thankful you did

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Jolly Holidays

Dean and Sam Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: Reader likes to celebrate every holiday, no matter how small

“Where’d you get that?” Sam asked, trying desperately to put on a stern face, but unable to hide his smile when you placed the birthday cake on the table.

“The store,” you said innocently.

“And how did you pay for it?” Sam asked, but just then he noticed the lettering on the cake. “Happy Birthday…Samantha?”

You winced. “Ok, so maybe it wasn’t exactly meant for me, but it was just so close to your name that I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.”

“And Samantha?” Sam asked.

You shrugged, “Should’ve picked up her cake on time.”

Sam rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. He leaned over and hugged you.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

You grinned.

“Happy Birthday, Sammy.”

…

“We need this.”

Dean just stared at you, not moving to put the item in his basket.

“Why?”

“Because it’s Thanksgiving,” you scoffed, reaching around Dean’s arm and dropping the small plastic container in his basket. “So we need turkey.”

“That’s Deli meat, it barely qualifies.”

“It’s not like we’re ever gonna get one of those,” you gestured to a display of large frozen turkeys. “So this’ll have to do.”

“What are we arguing about over here?” Sam stuck his head in between two aisles to join the conversation.

“Thanksgiving dinner,” you told him. He stared at the items in Dean’s basket.

“Deli meat, licorice, and a six pack of beer?”

“Hey, if we’re doing Thanksgiving, then I’m getting pie,” Dean declared, wandering off to another aisle.

“You’re never gonna get Thanksgiving to be a big thing, no matter how many years you try,” Sam told you after Dean was gone.

“It doesn’t have to be a big thing,” you assured him. “This is enough.”

…

“Y/N, please go to bed.”

You ignored Sam’s request, opting to remain sitting at the motel window, staring out into the night.

“I don’t even know if he’s gonna be home tonight, it might be tomorrow.”

“Just let her be,” Dean insisted from his bed. “If she wants to wait a little longer it’s fine.”

You stayed silent throughout your brother’s conversation, too intent on your own thoughts. You didn’t often wait up for John, mostly because you knew he was usually late. But today, today was different. Today you really wanted him to be on time.

“Sweetheart, please-“

“He’s here!” Your outburst when you saw John’s car pull into the motel startled both brothers.

The moment that John stepped into the motel room, he was forced back when you threw yourself into his arms.

“Whoa, hey,” he greeted, confused and more than a little exhausted. “Why are you still awake?”

“She insisted on waiting for you,” Sam explained while you stepped away from your dad and ran over to the fridge.

“Why? Kid, you should be in b-“ John cut himself off when you emerged from the small fridge with a sloppily decorated chocolate cake in your hands and a huge grin on your face.

“What’s this?” He asked softly.

“Happy birthday,” you sing-songed, placing the cake in the middle of the tiny motel table.

“You made this?” John’s voice was still uncharacteristically quiet.

“Yeah,” your grin faltered a little. “Well, mostly, I mean it’s from a box mix, but I figured since this motel has an actual oven that…” you stopped, suddenly self conscious. “Is this ok? I mean I know you don’t really do birthdays but I tho-“

You were cut off when John wrapped you in his arms, and you relaxed in his tight embrace.

He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to.

“Happy birthday, dad.”

…

“Ouch! What was that for?” Sam grumbled when you leaned over and pinched his arm.

“Wasn’t me,” you said innocently. “It was a leprechaun. They do that when you don’t wear green on this sacred day.”

“Sacred day? It’s just Saint Patrick’s Day, no one celebrates that,” Dean insisted. “And if you even think about pinching me, I’m gonna punch you in the face.”

You huffed, leaning back in your seat.

“You guys are no fun.”

Dean laughed, leaning back in his seat and reaching back to ruffle your hair.

“Better luck next year, leprechaun.”

…

“I’m telling you, something’s wrong.”

“I don’t know, Dean. She seems fine.”

“She didn’t even get one of those little plastic candle things for Hanukkah.”

“Maybe because we’re not Jewish,” Sam scoffed.

“That’s never stopped her before.”

“So she’s growing out of the holiday thing, what do you want me to do about it?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know, you’re usually the one who wants to talk about feelings,” Dean grumbled. “I figured you’d have an idea.”

“Well, I’m not even convinced that something’s wrong,” Sam argued, but at the look on Dean’s face he began to relent. “Do you really think something’s wrong?”

“Yeah. I think it’s this search for dad, man. It’s wearing on her. I wanna do something about it, she’s been acting weird for a couple of weeks now.”

“I mean, she’s been quiet, but-“

“Look, Sam, I don’t think you get it. You were gone for a while-“ Dean held up his hands innocently when Sam opened his mouth to protest. “And I’m not about to argue about that again. I’m just saying, maybe you don’t see it because you haven’t spent as much time with her. I just need you to trust me on this, we gotta do something.”

“Ok,” Sam sighed. “Ok, I have an idea.”

…

“They didn’t have coke so I grabbed…” your voice trailed off as you entered the hotel room. “What’s this?”

“Christmas,” Dean grinned at you from under a Santa hat.

“You guys…decorated for Christmas?” You looked around in awe. “Like…the two of you? No threats, no gun to your head?”

“Well, you didn’t seem in the mood so we did it for you,” Sam explained. “What do you think?”

You were silent for several moments while you took it all in; a little plastic tree on the table, a couple of red and green balloons, Sam and Dean wearing matching Santa hats, and even a couple of newspaper-wrapped presents under the tiny tree.

“I think I wanna Santa hat,” your voice came out quietly, almost reverently, like if you spoke too loud you would wake up.

“They only had two,” Dean said, reaching into his bag, “but we did get you this!” He pulled out a headband with pointy plastic ears, and a cardboard green elf hat sticking out of the top. You giggled and snatched it from his hand, placing it on your head.

“Even better.”

The three of you spent that night opening gifts and drinking hot chocolate, before ending the night with you falling asleep to Elf.

Dean carried you to bed when the movie was over, setting you on one side while he climbed in on the other, pulling the blankets over the both of you. Sam came over to the bed you and Dean were sharing to give you a good night kiss on the forehead, before he went over to his own bed and quickly fell asleep.

“Dean?” You whispered sleepily.

“Yeah baby?”

“Merry Christmas.”

Dean grinned, leaning over to press a kiss to your head, and when he laid back down you scooted closer to him, and he wrapped you in his arms.

“Merry Christmas, little sister.”

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Forget-me-not

⫿Illegal racer!Mingi⫿

TW: cursing, unprotected sex

Word count: 4,7k

A/N: Well yeah...this is Mingi's fault for posting those freaking pics and my fault for getting inspired at the most random ass times. I know I'm not the greatest smut writer, but don't take my head off for it, thank you. Your feedback is very much appreciated!

⭒Toge racing: 1-1; lead driver <--> chase driver

⭒Sprint: race has more drivers

⭒Dig: refers to all participants toeing a line, aligning the front tire of the vehicles, after which all vehicles race from a stop to a prearranged point

            My car came to a screeching halt as I slammed on the brakes, which were new. I got them changed a week ago, I have fried the old ones off after the toge race I pulled off in the mountains. My jaw was set tightly as I took in a deep breath, long fingers tightening against the leathery wheel.

“What are you doing—”

“Get out.” I snapped; eyes focused on the road ahead. The other female in the car gasped quietly before I heard her huff in annoyance.

“What did you just say?”

“Get out, Jennie.” I snapped more aggressively this time as my head whipped around, shooting dagger at her. She looked incredulous as she didn’t make any moves to get out of my car. I wasn’t having it anymore; I just couldn’t focus with her around.

“Are you seriously kicking me out of your car when we’re one block away?” She hissed, lips pulled into a snarl, making me smirk at her in annoyance.

“Yes, I am.” I told her, leaning back in my seat, “Get. Out.”

She didn’t have much of a choice as I glared her down, Jennie’s fierce eyes staring back just as harshly while she bit her lower lip. It didn’t take long for her eyes to fill with tears, which were faker than the eyelashes she had on, and I just rolled my eyes before she finally undid her seatbelt and grabbed her purse aggressively.

“I can’t believe you!” She screamed as she threw open my car’s door, making me hiss when it cracked open loudly, “You’re seriously throwing me out of your car on a deserted road in the middle of the night?!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have fucked my fiancé a week before our wedding, cousin.” I hissed at Jennie, who was also my cousin, as I revved the engine of my 3gen burgundy Honda Prelude. The car was a gem and I cherished it dearly, taking more care of her than I have ever taken care of myself.

“I told you he was—” Jennie started shrieking as she slammed the car’s door shut, her window having been rolled down, but I quickly pressed the button to roll it up and sped off, not wanting to hear another sound coming from her mouth. It’s not like I dropped her off miles away from the car meet, she was just a block away. She should be thankful I even gave her a ride after everything she made me go through not even four months ago.

I thought Jennie and I were like sisters, always there for each other no matter what the matter was. We could talk about anything and discuss all of our issues. I confided in her when problems arose with my fiancé, and her advice had been the best, it helped our relationship…until it completely shattered. Until she went and slept with San like he wasn’t engaged to me, just a week away from his own wedding. She would’ve been the bridesmaid, but there was no wedding to be held. I called it off the second San drunkenly told me about his infidelity, and I also took all of my stuff and moved out from our shared apartment. Indeed, it was a rash decision, in the spur of the moment as my head was coated with anger, hurt and betrayal, but I couldn’t stand to see his face for even one more second longer.

The small house I rented out wasn’t in the best part of the city and it was far from being luxurious, but it worked for now. It felt cozy and the neighborhood was quiet…unless Song Mingi was out and about, keeping everyone up on the street with his obnoxiously loud Dodge Challenger. The car was a specimen, however, truly rare as it was well kept and had zero flaws. Mingi took great care of it and never failed to show it off. Even if it was in the middle of the night, when people were trying to relax and sleep as he didn’t seem to care. Whether he had just come home from racing or God’s knows from where or he was bringing girls over and showing off…he’d keep the engine running for at least ten minutes before he finally shut it off. Mingi and I had known each other for more than a year now as the both of us go to the same car gatherings and do the same illegal street races, and even better than that, we’ve raced each other countless of times already. There was only one problem with him and that was his obnoxiously large ego. His car was good, he was a skilled racer, and he knew he looked good. So, all three combined made him an insufferable jerk and I couldn’t stand being around him for more than five minutes. Imagine my shock when I moved in across from him, his car being the give away of who my neighbor would be for an undetermined time. And what made it even worse…was his bedroom facing the main road whereas it was my living room facing it, and Mingi seemed to not know the concept and usage of curtains. Whether he didn’t do it purpose, seriously have major doubts about that, or it was on purpose, it seemed to be his habit to strip naked and change in front of his windows. He never gave it away that he knew I could see him, so out of embarrassment, I never brought it up to him. Not that this would ever be something I would talk to him about, I try to stay away from that prick as he gets on my last nerve. But some things were inevitable and I would be lying to myself if I said his body wasn’t perfect from top to bottom.

I rolled down both windows of my car as I turned down the usually deserted road, which was now filled to the brim with cars on both sides, creating a pathway in the middle. People were swarming between the cars, looking at them and talking to each other. Some were even fighting, needing to be separated as I slowly rolled down the pathway, nodding my head at the familiar faces as they sent waves my way. My arm hung through the window as I steered with one hand, headed to my usual spot. People who were regulars in the illegal races had their own spots and were paid fairly better than the newcomers. Which meant it was totally worth it to race…unless the cops caught you, it was game over then. I put my car in reverse as I carefully parked my car, Soonyoung cheering loudly from the side as he watched, gaining more people’s attention. I rolled my eyes at his theatrics. Soonyoung and I have met three years ago, at a race where we both drifted off into the ditches. Unfortunately his car suffered unfixable damage, unlike mine. The Universe must’ve been on my side that day, because I was convinced I was going to die, yet here I was…unmarried and completely miserable as I plastered on the most genuine looking fake smile on my face that I could.

“Hey, buddy!” I greeted him as I got out of the car, knocked breathless when Soonyoung’s best friend raced towards me, colling into my body and lifting me up into a hug as he started twirling me around aggressively. I had to hold onto his body out of fear of scratching my own car and Soonyoung’s purple Subaru BRZ as my legs gripped around Wooyoung’s waist tightly.

“You made it!” He shouted into my ear and I cringed, crying out as he abruptly stopped, giving me whiplash, “Soonyoung said you were coming but seeing the time—I thought you changed your mind.”

“I didn’t,” I breathed out as Wooyoung finally released me, only for Soonyoung to engulf me into a hug; they both knew I hated hugs, yet never stopped tackling me into one, “But my mother made plans for me and forced me into picking Jennie up—”

“That bitch!” Wooyoung called out at the same time as Soonyoung went off saying, “I thought you were past the age where your mother tells you what to do.”

“Yeah, okay,” I shrugged, pushing my hands into the pocket’s of my leather jacket, “I didn’t know until I got there, Soonyoung, and yes, Jennie is a bitch, Wooyoung.”

“She is! Oh, my God, how dare she still face you after everything she’s done?!” Wooyoung seemed to be annoyed all of a sudden as he huffed, making Soonyoung glance at him. His eyebrows were furrowed as he nodded in agreement. They both hated my cousin, rightfully so, and I did too.

“She still blames it all on San—”

“Bullshit!” Soonyoung suddenly exclaimed, his face pulled into a scowl, “Where’s she anyway? I don’t see her in your car.”

“I kicked her out a block away.” I couldn’t help but giggle as I told my two friends the shit I pulled off. In full honesty, I really couldn’t listen to her ramble on about her apparently picture-perfect life anymore. I hated her guts, I really did. After she ruined my life she had the nerve to rub hers in my face? I don’t think so, not anymore at least; I have made myself very clear after the ugly hysterical fit I had at my mother’s. Soonyoung and Wooyoung shouldn’t have cackled as loudly as they had, palms pressing against their mouths as they congratulated me for being a bad bitch. I wasn’t, I was simply triggered and still hurting.

“You’re iconic, love.” Wooyoung said as he reached out and touched a wavy strand of my hair. I wasn’t planning on dressing up tonight, but something pushed me to do. It’s been too long since I have looked put together, I have missed feeling beautiful and desirable, “And you look absolutely amazing.”

“Thank you.” I bowed playfully as Soonyoung grinned, bumping his shoulder against Wooyoung’s.

“Dressed up for a certain someone to see?” He teased with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“As if!” I exclaimed and rolled my eyes, knowing very well Soonyoung was referring to Mingi. No, that prick deserved none of my attention or effort, “Before you can spew out more nonsense, I’ll head over to Hongjoong and enter my name in the race.”

“Oh!” Wooyoung exclaimed with excitement as I walked out from between my car and Soonyoung’s, “Which one are you entering?”

“Which one should I?” I stopped to think for a moment as a wicked grin crossed Soonyoung’s features.

“Do the two blocks drifting one.” He instructed with a glint in his eyes and I narrowed mine at him, wondering why he had that face while suggesting such a mild race. Wooyoung glanced at our friend for a second before realization crossed his features and he giggled into his palm, avoiding eye contact with me.

“Fine, but I have a feeling I shouldn’t trust the two of you…” I muttered as Soonyoung and Wooyoung high-fived each other and sent a wink my way, turning their backs as they went to join their other friends once I took off.

My strides were long as I was headed towards the front, where the checkered flag was being waved aggressively, the path having gotten narrower as I was forced to push my way through the crowd. People were loud around me as they cheered for the driver of their choice, egging them on to show a better performance, to win. Four cars were lined up at the starting line, about to start a Sprint. Seonghwa, Hongjoong’s right hand and who handled the races in this part of the town, went and checked on every driver before he walked up to the front, standing in between two cars, holding the checkered flag as he raised his hand. People started shouting like crazy as Seonghwa started counting down and then, dropped the flag, the cars shooting off one by one, each fighting to win the race. I recognized one car, Choi Jongho’s, he was a newcomer but he was rising in the ranks rapidly, creating a name for himself on these streets. Hongjoong stood to the side, leaning against a pole as he was counting the money in his hands, smirking at Seonghwa as he approached him once the coast was clear of any speeding cars. I watched the two as I approached them, Seonghwa talking to Hongjoong softly as the shorter one reached out for his waist with one hand, placing something in the taller one’s back pocket with his other hand. I raised my eyebrows at them as I came to a stop in front of Hongjoong, Seonghwa’s mouth closing abruptly as he stopped talking. Apparently I wasn’t allowed to know what their conversation was about.

“Oh, hey.” Hongjoong’s demeanor changed as he greeted me with a friendly smile, “You’re racing tonight?”

“I sure am.” I said with a grin and Seonghwa took out a small notebook, eyebrows furrowed as he searched for a pen.

“Which category?” He asked as he finally found it and watched me expectantly. I was feeling like going for a Dig tonight, but I remembered what Soonyoung had told me.

“Drifts, the two blocks one.” I said casually, making Hongjoong look up. He looked a little bit surprised as he shared a look with Seonghwa, one which I didn’t understand. But Seonghwa just hummed and jotted my name down in the notebook before he looked up.

“The usual sum?” I nodded and handed them two stacks of money as Seonghwa jotted down the amount, Hongjoong taking the stacks from my hand with a hungry glint in his eyes. I lingered for a second as I wanted to ask who I’d be racing against tonight, but I changed my mind and thanked the two instead as I walked back to my car, deciding that I wanted to live dangerously tonight. Not knowing my rival made it more satisfying when I would win, not having made a strategy for myself beforehand as I didn’t know who the person would be and their driving style. My mind and body craved for the little adrenaline racing infused into my bloodstream and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on the prize too.

             Of course, I should have known by Soonyoung and Wooyoung’s giggles that they were setting me up. Losing tonight was as possible as winning, really, it would be about who was more skilled and faster. I watched Mingi’s black 2000 Dodge Challenger pull up to the start line, front tires on the line just like mine. The rumble of his car’s engine was already a tell-tale sign of whom I’d be racing tonight, and I couldn’t help but curse as I saw Wooyoung and Soonyoung high-five each other on the sidelines before showing me a thumbs-up. I could only scowl at them as Seonghwa walked around, gathering money as people made bets on who would win this time. Mingi’s window was rolled down and I saw movement from my peripheral so I looked over lazily, raising an eyebrow at him as he waved his ring clad fingers at me in a mocking way. I rolled my eyes and rolled down my own window, Mingi’s mouth already opening to speak up.

“Evening, doll.” He called over the loud crowd and rumble of our cars engines, “Fancy losing tonight?”

“Don’t get too cocky now, Mingi.” I plastered on a fake smile, “I might smoke you out.”

“I have to admit your ass is pretty fine—” He paused for a dramatic effect as my jaw clenched, knowing well he meant it both ways; car’s and my ass, “but I don’t plan on looking at it for too long tonight.”

I chuckled and pushed my wavy hair behind my shoulders as I leaned over the middle console, my low-cut top not leaving much to imagination, “I would hate to kick you off your high-horse, sweetheart, but your Dodge got nothing compared to my Honda.”

“I thought I have showed you my skills countless times, doll.” The way Mingi caught his lower lip between his teeth shouldn’t have made my stomach flip, but I couldn’t help it as my eyes remained fixed on them. Then, Mingi suddenly smirked as if he could see even from the distance where my eyes were fixated and he lowered his sunglasses slightly, leaning over his open window, “You seem to have forgotten, let me remind you tonight.”

My skin got covered in goosebumps at the offer in his tone, knowing damn well what he was talking about. And it wasn’t about racing anymore. But I wouldn’t let him know how quickly his words could make my body react, therefore, I just leaned back in my seat and started revving the engine of my burgundy car, smirking at Mingi as a displeased look crossed his face. I rolled up my window as he started revving his, Seonghwa having made it between our cars with a flag in his hands. He grinned at Mingi before looking at me, earning a firm nod from me. I decided to take a peek at Mingi swiftly, wondering how he could still see and drive while wearing sunglasses at night, but I quickly pushed all thoughts away as Seonghwa’s hands raised. I gripped the steering wheel tightly with my left hand as my right went to grip the gear stick, eyes set on the road ahead. My left foot was on the shift pedal and the second Seonghwa released the flag, I kicked into action as I shifted into first gear and shoot off, leaving Mingi in a dust behind as I worked my way up through the gears, focusing on the road only, familiar with Mingi’s driving. Beating him tonight would be a piece of cake.

            The windows were fogged up and the leather was scrapping against my knees painfully as I panted, eyebrows scrunched together as I tried to find the perfect rhythm. Mingi’s calloused hands were gripping my waist but he wasn’t doing anything, he was just watching me with an open mouth, leaning forward to press his reddened lips against my flushed skin in no time. He would grunt from time to time as my hips moved up and down, his dick deep inside, hitting every sensitive nerve I had as his tongue licked against my collarbone before I felt him sucking. The small top I was wearing was of no-good use as Mingi’s right hand came up to grope my left breast and I whined as my thighs were starting to strain. It wasn’t a surprise that I have ended up in Mingi’s car not long after our race, which he had won this time, panting and on top of him, desperate for my own release as Mingi didn’t do anything, as he tortured me longer than it was necessary. Mingi’s lips trailed upwards, kissing and biting the skin of my neck before he kissed behind my ear, making me whine as I fastened my pace. A low groan left Mingi’s lips as his nose pressed against the skin of my neck, his hot breath hitting my skin uneven.

“Fuck, I can’t take this any longer.” I panted out, hands tangling into Mingi’s black hair as he slightly pulled back to look up at me. His pupils were blown and his eyes were hazed over with lust, yet he still managed to smirk as his hands went around my naked waist and grabbed my bare ass, helping me out as I moaned loudly, going faster with Mingi’s help. My walls clenched down around him and in response Mingi cursed quietly, biting my neck as his fingers dug into the flesh of my ass, soon enough his body leaning back into the leather cushion of his passenger seat. My arms went to hold onto the headrest of it, whimpers getting louder as my lower region burned, desperate for a release after so much teasing and edging from Mingi. His grunts were constant as I gyrated my hips more frequently, my lower lip in between my teeth as suddenly Mingi hit the sweet spot, making me stutter out a gasp as my walls clenched down around him.

“Fuck.” He cursed in a low rasp, hands releasing me as his hands raised behind his head, eyes shut close for a second, “Fuck, tell me I’m better. He could never fuck you like this, doll.”

My eyebrows furrowed as I went down on his dick again, but missed the angle I have previously found. My brain was in a haze, and I didn’t want his words to register as I continued chasing for an orgasm, but Mingi just wouldn’t shut up, “San could never make you feel this good.”

My body stiffened and muscles contracted as I was snapped out of whatever euphoria I was feeling at the moment, face contorted into disgust as I threw a glare at Mingi, “Why the fuck would you bring up my ex-fiancé during sex, Mingi?!”

Mingi gulped as he opened his eyes, forehead covered in a sheer coat of sweat, “Why? Are you not over him yet?”

I hated the arrogance dripping from his voice, the way he was looking at me, with such superiority, as if he was better, “It’s been four months, only. Would you be over the person you’ve loved for six fucking years and were meant to get married to?”

“I certainly wouldn’t start mopping about it during sex with another man—”

“You brought him up, he wasn’t even in my mind.” I snapped as we remained unmoving, Mingi’s hands latching onto mine against the headrest as he squeezed them.

“He better not be while I have my dick inside you, doll.” Mingi rasped and I scoffed, leaning closer to him, our lips almost touching.

“You sound an awful lot like you’re jealous, sweetheart.” I whispered against his lips before I licked his lips, Mingi’s eyes darkening for a second as he shifted underneath me. He only moved slightly, but the burning and yearning was back as my eyebrows furrowed, “You talk too much. Shut up and fuck me brainless, Mingi.”

“Gladly, doll.” Mingi whispered as he suddenly thrusted upwards, making me yelp in surprise as he suddenly started moving. He wasted no time as he moved fast and sharply, slamming back in before I could even meet his thrusts. My head fell back as I braced myself against his shoulder and neck, mouth open as whimpers kept falling and falling. Mingi’s length reached places nobody’s had before and with his precise and sharp thrusts my thoughts were slowly becoming incoherent again. His face was contorted into pleasure as his eyebrows pulled together, a moan slipping out every now and then as his left hand pushed against the roof of his car as his right hand came down to grab my hips and maneuver them to his liking. The fire was quickly building up in my stomach now with his continuous thrusts and it was starting to get harder and harder to focus on anything else but on chasing my own release. Mingi suddenly leaned up and circled his left arm around my torso as he flushed our bodies together, pivoting his hips up at a relentless pace, making me keen against his ear as my fingers tangled into his hair tightly. Mingi moaned loudly and fucked me harder as I moved messily against him, toes curling from the feeling.

“Fuck, Mingi—” My voice broke off into a loud moan as he finally found my sweet spot again, walls clenching down on him tightly. Mingi gasped and pressed his tall nose against my collarbone as he hit the spot again and again, his moans strained as I screwed my eyes shut, moving my hips in time with his, my hand coming down between us to rub circles against my clit.

“Doll—” Mingi groaned as my muscles tightened, so close to releasing finally as I threw my head back, Mingi’s name falling off my lips in whispers and broken moans. I could feel Mingi twitching inside me constantly and I knew he was close too as his breathing got even more uneven and arms tensed against my body as he leaned back, suddenly holding my jaw, making my eyes snap open, “Look me in the eyes.”

And so I did as I rubbed against my clit faster, Mingi’s thrusts wilder as his hand slipped from my jaw to my neck, putting the right amount of pressure against it. My lips fell open and in a few more desperate thrusts, I was coming undone against Mingi as my body tensed up and spasmed in his arms, moans spilling from my lips until I couldn’t breathe anymore, Mingi’s long fingers cutting off my air. My body shook as euphoria washed over every sense in my body, skin on fire and stomach coiling as I came down crashing hard, ears ringing before I could finally breathe, sputtering nonsense against Mingi’s lips as I fell forward, pressing my lips against his messily. He still hasn’t released yet and as my body went mush in his arms, he continued fucking up into me, head falling back as his moans grew loud. My lips sucked against the sensitive skin of his neck as my body ached from being used too much, but I knew he was close and I wanted him to fill me up.

“Mingi—” I moaned out in pain as my walls felt abused by Mingi’s relentless and messy pace, but when we made eye contact he knew what I was asking of him. His face contorted into pleasure once again and he bit his lower lip and whined as I clenched my walls around his dick, his hands coming to hold onto the headrest as his hips stuttered, stomach stiff as he came too, spilling inside me his warm seed. My stomach twisted at the feeling and I watched Mingi as he panted loudly, pressing his head into the headrest harshly. My right hand cupped his jaw and he lazily blinked his eyes open, watching me with clear eyes. A small smirk crossed his lips as he grabbed me by the nape and pulled me down, our lips meeting for a kiss as we both opened up, tongues meeting in a hot frenzy. I could feel my face heat up as Mingi’s tongue explored my mouth, slowly and sensually, making my skin tingle again as I pressed closer against him, kissing back with the same fervor as he was. He still hadn’t pulled out and I could finally feel the strain in my thighs as everything caught up with me at once, the yearning of my body. I could never get enough of Mingi, but I never allowed myself to think too hard about it. Mingi licked into my mouth with finality, sucking on my tongue before pulling away, a small string of saliva snapping as he went and sucked on my lower lip, making me push him away when he bit down on the soft flesh harshly. He seemed pleased with himself as he trailed his hands down the sides of my body, gripping my hips steadily.

“Wanna go for another race?” He asked seriously and I looked at him with an incredulous look.

“To lose more money that would go to you?” I asked with a scoff, making Mingi smirk as he lightly squeezed my hips.

“So, you do admit I would win again?”

“Don’t think you’re too special,” I rolled my eyes as Mingi smirked, “I’m just too spent after our little session…”

“Poor you,” Mingi mocked and pursed his lips, “Here I was, feeling like going for a second round…”

“I can’t feel my thighs anymore, forget it.” I snapped and made to finally get off him, but Mingi didn’t let me as he smiled, batting his eyelashes at me like he wanted something.

“And if we go home?” He asked airily, jutting his lower lip out, “Will you let me fuck you into the mattress?”

My jaw almost fell open, but I managed to stop myself as I tsked, smirking at him, “Can’t get enough of me?”

Mingi smirked and slightly raised me up by the waist, making me gasp at the friction, “Apparently I can’t.”

I chuckled as Mingi leaned up to peck my lips before lifting me off himself, an unfamiliar glint in his eyes which told me the rumble of our cars engines wouldn’t be the only thing keeping up our neighbors tonight.

Masterlist (divider)

[chaosology]

chills

— Sam Kerr x reader

based off this request. i hope i did you justice :)

“Bit cold this morning, are we Kerr!?”

Sam’s head rose as the voice reached her ears. Her favourite hoodie had been missing from its normal spot and she was left freezing in the middle of the field, the morning sun no use. How did this happen? Sam was a routine person - the same socks at every game, the same seat on every bus. She wore her hoodie every morning she trained, placing it atop her bag the night before as to not forget it.

She stood midfield, her Aussie accent loud and clear as she let out an exasperated “I don’t know where the fuck it isss” at the sky. The team just laughed at her antics, chucking a ball at her feet and mumbling something under their breath about how it “wasn’t even that cold.”

Though, it was an unusually frosty morning in Melbourne. The grass crunched under their feet as they walked across the field, leaving trails of green footprints in a sea of almost white. The Australian was racking her brain, where the actual fuck was it? The wind was beginning to bite, and she resorted to rubbing her hands up and down her arms just for some relief.

That morning’s training passed quick, and Sam eventually warmed up as she stretched with Kyra. She had formed a now loved routine: wake up, train, go for brunch with her girl. Y/N would swing by after training to pick her up, rolling down the window and smiling as she pulled up on the curb. She usually didn’t get out the car, instead choosing to admire from afar and pick the most raunchy, explicit song to blast when Sam got close.

It’s funny, you should see your face! A little bit of Megan Thee Stallion never hurt anyone...

She would pretend to be annoyed, but Sam knew Y/N loved the idea of the team’s stoic team captain climbing into a car blasting “real hot girl shit.” And Sam just loved seeing her happy.

As coach dismissed them, she wandered over to the changing rooms to grab her bag and meet Y/N at the car. However, she wasn’t expecting for Alanna to clap her on the shoulder with a giggly I think you’ve got your answer, Sammy.

Y/N stood by Sam’s locker, chatting with Katrina and twirling Harper’s hair absentmindedly. Something had made her laugh, and Sam just admired. The way her eyes lit up and she threw her head back, her hand coming to her chest to fiddle with the strings of her hoodie.

But it wasn’t Y/N’s hoodie.

The slight frustration that had built up over the morning had lifted. She looked so goddamn cute, and Sam couldn’t help but stare. She was walking over in an instant, her hands coming to rest on Y/N’d hips as she whispered a small “hey, you” from behind.

Y/N turned in an instant, excusing herself from her prior conversation to embrace Sam. She was warm and soft and adorable, and the star striker almost couldn’t let go. By now, it was just the two of them. Y/N looked up, her eyes almost glassy.

“I’m so sorry, baby. Mini told me this was your special one and I was just cold, I really didn’t know”

“Stop”

“No, you love your routines. What if you really needed it, or-”

“Stop,” she said, pulling Y/N to her chest. “To hell with that. Do have any idea how goddamn adorable it is to see you in my clothes?”

Sam’s hand came to Y/N’s chin, tilting her head upwards. Her finger ran delicately across her lip as she sighed,

“Don’t ever take it off. Wear it to my games, make that our routine now, hey?”

No words were shared as they kissed, Y/N’s arms coming to wrap around her love’s neck. In truth, Y/N had purposely seemed out this hoodie. She didn’t know it was special, but it was the one Sam wore the most. The collar smelled just like her, and when she slept that morning without her girlfriend by her side she’d feel less alone.

“So, if we’re trading now… does this mean you’ll wear my barbie hoodie?!”

[loveysloveclub]

evermore - jack hughes

in which, raven baltimore and jack hughes were meant to be high school sweethearts. but after jack was drafted, the two didn’t work out.

raven had finally did it. she had gotten the job she had wanted to get since she was thirteen. the only downside was that she had to move away from her family and all the memories she had created back home and move to the big city.

new york had always where she pictured herself living when she was older, and she had finally made it.

releasing a long sigh, raven dropped the final box she had to unpack onto the bed of the her new apartment. picking at the tape until she finally got it, she unwrapped the box. but, when she finally did, she wished she hadn’t.

sitting on top of a pile of old photographs was a photo of her and the only boy she had ever lived staring right back at her. the two were smiling into the camera, as they sat in the front seat of his car.

“jack, stop!” raven laughed as she pushed his head away from her neck. the two were sitting in an empty parking lot after their weekly ice cream date. she was trying to take a photo to remember the night, but jack had other plans.

the boy groaned before looking into the phone screen with a dead panned face. “smile, weirdo.” raven rolled her eyes.

“i saw that.” jack scolded, which brought a smile to his girlfriends face. “then smile.”

the boy sighed loudly before presenting a big smile. raven smiled in content before grabbing his face with her hand and bringing it closer with her face. after taking a few photos, jack grabbed the phone out of his girlfriends hand and threw it in the back seat.

“jack hughes.” she scolded, reaching over to the back seat to grab her phone again. raven released a squeal when jack grabbed her waist and threw her into the back seat, climbing in after her.

raven couldn’t help but smile sadly at the photo as she grabbed a small pile of photos and sat on the edge of her bed. going through them, the next one she stumbled upon was the day of his draft. she was sat next to him, in a long black dress that he said he lived in her. ellen had taken the photo, and quinn and luke had sat on either side of them making fun of how forced jacks smile looked.

he had always hated taking photos.

“jack, smile!” ellen scolded his middle child. raven nudged the boy in the stomach with her elbow, a smile still on her face. jack huffed before smoking forcefully.

quinn and luke snickered from either sides of the happy couple, poking fun at jack in the way that all brothers do.

”okay mom, that’s enough.” jack told his mum, grabbing his phone out of her hands and sliding it into his pocket. “no, no. quinn and luke, get in there.” ellen demanded the boys before taking out her own phone.

jack rolled his eyes as his two brothers squished into the photo. luke slyly wrapped his arm around his brothers girlfriend, producing a laugh from the girl. jack glared at his brother, hitting his arm away from raven.

a couple more photos were taken before ellen smiled in content and walked away whilst looking at the photographs. luke switched places with jack so neither of the boys were third wheeling on either side of the couple.

raven watched intently as jacks leg bounced up and down nervously. the girl reached over and grabbed his hand, placing a small kiss on the back of it before she held it in her own lap.

“are you okay?” she whispered to the boy, who squeezed her hand in affirmation. “you’re gonna do it jack, trust me on this one.”

jack smiled at raven as if she hung the moon and the stars before leaning across his seat and placing a kiss on her lips. raven smiled into the kiss and she placed her hand on the back of his neck.

gags erupted from beside her, causing the two to look over at the other hughes siblings. quinn gagged loudly whilst luke coughed.

jack rolled his eyes at his brothers bestie slumping in his seat.

raven had decided after two hours of reminiscing on her failed relationship that she had had enough, and opted to grabbing a cup of coffee.

what she hadn’t expected was both jack and luke hughes to be walking down the street, with cups of coffees of their own.

“shit.” raven cursed as she frantically looked around the almost empty street to find somewhere she could hide. inching backwards, she kept her eyes on the two boys to make sure they weren’t looking at her. that was, until, her foot gave out and she stumbled backwards into a bush.

“raven?” she could’ve died right then and there, causing when she looked up, she saw the two youngest hughes brothers looking down at her.

“heyyyy, guys. fancy seeing you here?” she squeaked out. luke laughed at the girl before jack bent down to pull her back up to her feet.

the three stood an awkward silence, before jack cleared his throat and glared at his brother. luke, getting the hint, rolled his eyes and gave raven a quick hug before walking back down the street.

raven watched the boy leave, a small smile on her face before redirecting her attention to her ex boyfriend, who was looking at her the way he always had. her heart flipped and her face heated.

“hi.” she spoke softly, smiling. “hey.”

her eyes fleeted down to her feet.

“did you wanna grab some coffee?” jack asked the girl. her eyebrows raised before scrunching in confusion. “what about the coffee you already have?”

jack looked down his coffee cup, scolding himself for getting one already. if he had known he would be running into the girl he hadn’t stopped thinking about since they called it off from long distance, he would have never gotten his daily latte form the coffee shop down the road.

looking around, he quickly threw the coffee cup in the closest bin before turning back to face raven. “what coffee?”

raven laughed loudly. “c’mon, you dork.”

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Gibbs Knows Best

Gibbs x Reader One Shot

Prompt: Gibbs is over for a dinner date when your daughter gets into a car accident.

Notes: Just Gibbs being his usual protective self. Mentions of a panic attack.

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Running into the kitchen, you stopped the little cooking timer and put your oven mitts on to pull the delicious smelling salmon out of the oven. You threw a few spices on top and then got started on the mashed potatoes.

The dinner you were preparing was your idea since it was so hard to get Jethro available for longer than a day or so before he would get another case. It was only your 4th date but everything was going so well. Even your daughter was a fan and she hadn’t even met him yet.

You weren’t sure if he told his team about you but you had told your own coworkers plenty about him. The way he’s such a gentleman, always offering help or paying for everything every time you two went out as much as you would try to convince him otherwise.

You heard the front doorbell ring and went over to open it, seeing Jethro standing there in his work suit but holding a small bouquet of flowers.

“I picked these up on the way,” he offered with a small smile. You took them and let him in, letting him give you a small peck on the cheek.

“Smells great. Salmon?”

“Yeah. I was just about to make the mashed potatoes and the asparagus is keeping warm in the oven.”

He followed you into the kitchen and immediately took his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves to continue where you left off as you looked for a vase.

“How was work?” you asked for small talk. He never went deep into conversation about his work but you’d thought it’d still be nice to ask.

“Alright. Got the bad guy.”

You filled the vase halfway with water and trimmed the stems before putting them in and setting it on your kitchen counter.

“That’s always a win.”

Your phone started ringing and your daughter’s Face ID popped up on the screen. She was suppose to be spending the night at a friend’s and you hoped everything was ok as you answered.

“Hey sweetie, what’s up?”

The sound of your daughter’s scared voice shot a jolt of fear through you.

“Are you alright? Where are you?”

Your frantic questions caught Jethro’s attention who stopped cooking to listen.

“Ok. I’ll be right there, don’t go anywhere,” you advised, hanging up the phone and turning the oven off.

“Everything alright?” Jethro asked.

“No. My daughter just got into a car accident. I have to go, I’m sorry.”

“Well let’s go,” he simply stated, turning the stove off and going over to put his jacket back on. You could’ve told him that you were fine and could go by yourself but decided to welcome his help as you both rushed out of the house, taking his car, red and blue lights flashing all the way there.

>>>>

As you rounded the corner, you could see half the street blocked off as fire engines and cop cars were parked in the middle. You saw two cars. One was smashed into a light pole and the other a few hundred feet away, visibly damaged.

Parking as close as you could, the both of you got out and made your way through the nosy crowd of onlookers, catching the attention of the officers.

“Please stay back with the rest of the crowd ma’am.”

Before you could protest, Jethro spoke for you.

“Special Agent Gibbs, let her through. Her daughter is one of the injured,” he ordered, flashing his badge. The officer nodded and stepped aside, allowing you to come through. You saw your daughter over on the sidewalk, talking with the EMT’s looking seemingly unharmed and called her name.

“Mom!” She ran over and you hugged her tight.

“Mom, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know he had been drinking so much! Sean..I don’t think he made it..”

She was crying hysterically and trying to catch her breath but failing. You knew a panic attack was coming on but there wasn’t much you could do. It was something she had struggled with ever since her father died 3 years ago.

“Honey, you gotta calm down.”

She shook her head, only crying harder. “It’s..my..fault..”

“No honey, it’s not. You can’t blame yourself for this.”

You were surprised when you saw Jethro walk over and take your place, putting his hands on her arms.

“Hey, I’m a friend of your moms. Let’s go over here,” he said, leading her a little further away from the crowd and accident. He then had her sit down on the grass, crouching down in front of her.

“Let’s get your breathing slowed down alright? I want you to take a big breath in for every 3 seconds ok? 1..2..3, big breath.”

He held onto her hands that were shaking and opened them up, keeping them from cramping while chanting his count.

“That’s it. 1..2..3..Now let’s take a big breath and hold it for a second before letting it out, alright?”

You watched the two of them counting and breathing together before eventually her breaths became slower as she calmed down. He continued massaging her hands, making her open and close them.

“Better? I know this was a lot to handle but your mom’s here and I’m here. You’re safe and that’s what matters.”

He gestured for you to come over and you sat down next to her, pulling her into your side, giving him a grateful look. He gave a small smile in return and stood up.

“I’m gonna go see what’s going on and see if we’re clear to take her home.”

You nodded and he left to speak with a few of the officers as your daughter stayed quiet, occasionally sniffling and taking in a deep breath.

>>>>

After a few questions answered, we were given the ok to leave. The drive home was silent except for the low music playing on the radio and Jethro’s hand never left yours.

Once home, you sent your daughter upstairs to take a shower and change as you and Jethro went into the kitchen. He pulled you in for a hug, allowing you to let out a shaky breath, while holding back tears.

“Thank you. For me and her. It usually takes forever for her to get out of an attack like that.”

“I’ve had a bit of experience with anxiety attacks in the past so I just did what usually helped me.”

You pulled back to look up at him and leaned in for a gentle kiss.

“This wasn’t how I wanted the two of you to meet.”

“Well we can try again tomorrow morning if you’d like,” he proposed.

“Are you suggesting you spend the night?”

Neither one of you had spend the night over at either one’s house yet but his question got your hopes up.

“Is that ok? I can sleep on the couch if you’d like-“

“No. I mean no I’m not gonna have you sleep on the couch. And of course you can spend the night.”

“Good. I’ll make the coffee, you make the eggs?”

“Deal.” You couldn’t hold back the grin and gave him another deep kiss.

[kitchenisking]

Day 4

Seires Fic Rec part 14

Queer Your Coffee by alisvolatpropiis - (Queer Your Coffee) - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 3,084, sterek)

Derek's just over the city line when he sees a sign for an independent drive-thru place, Full Spectrum Brew. There are three cars in line when he turns in, which annoys him but gives him hope. Not that he really trusts the people of Beacon Hills to have much taste when it comes to coffee (god, he is a snob), but the shop’s popularity does seem to bode well. The line of cars moves way more slowly than he’d like, each customer in front of him seeming to take way too long to order, and then lingering when they get their coffee. He’s irritable from lack of sleep and an even more detrimental lack of caffeine, anxious to get out of the car. Finally it’s his turn and he slowly rolls up to the window, turning the radio down.

For a second, he thinks he must have fallen asleep while he was waiting, because what he sees when he looks in the window surely must be a dream.

Stunning brown eyes like glowing honey and sweet little nose, slightly upturned; a shapely pink mouth, bottom-lip pierced by a thin black hoop that he's worrying with the tip of his tongue as he smiles a gorgeous hello.

He's the most beautiful man Derek's ever seen.

And he’s shirtless.

It's a Beautiful Night by khasael - (Hale and Hearty) - (Rating: T, Words: 2,887, sterek)

Just because they're all almost used to fighting against the Creature of the Week and assorted other Bad Guys, doesn't mean it doesn't get Stiles's heart rate going.

Dream a Little Dream by Yoiko - (A Little Dream of Me ) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,101, sterek)

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. And since this is my dream you’re going to let me do it.”

All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man. by devilscut - (There are nights when the wolves are silent and the moon howls.) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 11,687, sterek)

A shell-shocked Stiles regroups with the pack to find his father who has been kidnapped by the Darach. Their search leads them to the Nematon, where their confrontation with the Darach reveals her plans and that there is more to being a True Alpha than they know. Derek and his family's legacy is at the heart of her schemes and when the Darach has him under her control Stiles begins to realise the extent of how much he really cares for the sourwolf. In true Scooby-doo fashion, the villain has told them of her plans but more shockingly to Stiles she also reveals a very important aspect of his and Derek's relationship.

The virtue of patience by nofeartina - (Patience) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 11,827, sterek)

Stiles isn't afraid of admitting his feelings to Derek, but that doesn't mean that Derek wants to hear it. 

Or the one where Stiles knows that all good things come to those who wait.

I Feel Like You Can't Feel the Way I Feel by i_might_be_in_over_my_head - ( Einherjar MC ) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 14,087, sterek)

“Fuckin A, dude! The last time you gave me that look I ended up in the woods in the middle of the night, lost my inhaler, and almost died. Please tell me why you’re always trying to get me killed?” Scott shook his head resigned. He knew Stiles was going in and nothing he could say would change that. “If we wake up dead tomorrow just remember this was your idea.”

Stiles threw his fist in the air enthusiastically, almost punching Scott in the face, and turned to the door. He knew if he didn’t go quick Scott would probably change his mind and he’d have to start all over. “Dude that was sophomore year of high school, let it go! Plus dead body! We had to go. We’ll just have a drink and check it out. It’ll be fun!”

fingertips have memories by thatworldinverted - (let's talk about sex ) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,800, sterek)

Pochemuchka (Russian), noun: a person who asks a lot of questions. 

"I saw the way you watched me, when I was home last month. How long have you been dreaming about getting me on my knees?"

seems to me it's chemistry by HalfFizzbin - (covalent bonds) - (Rating: T, Words: 4,153, sterek)

Awkward Nerd Derek has been crushing on Handsome Jock Stiles since forever—so getting paired with him on a Chemistry project is definitely the best/worst thing that's ever happened to him.

These next two fics go hand in hand. 😇

The One with All the Kids by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: G, Words: 6,527, sterek)

Derek didn't know what he did to deserve to have this again. A house full of people, of family. He's going to be forever grateful to that rouge witch for what she did for him and Stiles, because after all the hurt they went through together, many years later, they're standing in the Pack house, in their house, surrounded by their family.

A New Hale by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: G, Words: 4,543, sterek)

The Pack meets the werewolf cub that Stiles and Derek gets placed with them on Christmas.

[bumblesimagines]

❛  i think in a way i’ve always been in love with you.  ❜

- Maddy

❛  i think in a way i’ve always been in love with you.  ❜

pronouns for y/n: He/Him/His

As the sky darkened with the fast approach of night, the streetlights flickered on and casted an amber glow on your figure. You rested your arm on the armrest of the wooden bench and watched the smoke from the lit cigarette rise. You hadn't touched one in a while, not since your ex had expressed a dislike for the smell but you couldn't care less now, not after what she had done.

"I thought you quit that shit." A familiar voice rang out, pulling you from your thoughts. Turning your head, you watched the slender girl approach you as she stuffed the keys of her car into her pocket. Seeing Maddy outside so casually felt odd when you were used to seeing her glammed up at school or at parties. Yet she now sported a natural makeup look, a hoodie, and biker shorts. Her hair had been messily tied back and there was a distinct exhausted look in her eye.

"The smell reminds me of better times." You muttered, putting it out by pressing it into the armrest and flicking it into the nearby trashcan. Maddy hummed and plopped down on the bench, tucking one leg in.

"Cassie?"

"Mhm.."

"Fuck them." Maddy leaned her head against her hand, her acrylic nails gently scraping against her scalp. You smirked at her words and lightly shook your head, a chuckle leaving you.

If you would've been told back in middle school that you'd be sitting on a park bench with Maddy Perez silently both hating and missing Cassie Howard, you would've laughed. But here you were; sitting with Maddy fucking Perez because your ex had decided to sleep with Nate Jacobs.

"I expected that type of shit from Nate, but Cassie? Especially with you as her boyfriend? Fuck, I kinda envied her. She seemed so happy and every time I saw the two of you being so sweet... I wanted that. I'm pretty sure you would've given her the world if she asked for it. And she threw it all away." Maddy frowned, lifting her head and looking down at her nails as she toyed with them.

Snorting softly, you tilted your head up toward the sky. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were in love with me."

When Maddy didn't respond with a snarky or disgusted comeback, you looked back at her with raised brows. Her silence spoke volumes but when you took in her pursed lips and lowered gaze, it solidified what were supposed to be playful words.

"I think in a way I’ve always been in love with you." She mumbled, voice barely audible. Inhaling deeply and looking at you, she shrugged lightly. "You're nothing like Nate and yet, everything I want. Cassie lost a good guy. I hope you know that."