#when are we gonna talk about his lush lips

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[lipglossanon]

Our Lip Are Sealed

Brother-In-Law!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

A Little More Savory tier commission from Anon 💜

Word Count: 2173 (I keep going over 😩 lol)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, cheating, dirty talk, cucking (although the husband doesn’t know lol), breeding, size kink, breeding kink, kissing, fingering, squirting, unprotected sex, creampie

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It’s another dumb family get-together hosted by your husband, which is basically an excuse for him to invite his brother and a few close cousins and get blackout drunk. This time, he uses the excuse of it being the holidays. 

“It’s the best time for families to come together!”

His exact words to you as the first of the invitees showed up at your front door. You’re honestly not surprised. It’s something you’ve come to expect from your husband. It’s put a strain on your marriage, although he somehow seems oblivious to it. The only person to lend you a sympathetic ear about the whole thing is your brother-in-law, Leon. 

He knows how much it bothers you, always giving you an empathetic smile once the drinking starts. You’ve noticed that he doesn’t drink as much when he’s around his brother—a fact that doesn’t go unnoticed by your husband. 

“What happened with you? Y’used to drink like a fish,” he laughs, face red. A few of the cousins chuckle along with him.

Leon shrugs with an easy grin in place, “Just like to take it easy these days. Enjoy the finer things in life.”

He shoots you a glance, and you go hot all over. Later, after everyone either passes out where they sit or go crashes in one of the guest rooms, Leon���s the last one standing to help you carry your lush of a husband to bed. 

Your heart races when Leon’s hand brushes across your lower back; it could be seen as an accident, just him trying to help his brother stagger along, but you know it’s more than that. Excitement thrills through your body, making you bite your bottom lip while you glance at Leon from under your lashes.

The first time anything illicit happened, it wasn’t even that bad. After helping your husband to bed, you sat on the couch with Leon and spilled your marital woes. He drew you in close, a sweet side hug, and the next thing you remember is grinding in his lap as you make-out on the couch. 

Since that time, your physical relationship has tipped over into the taboo; it’s a very well-kept secret between the two of you. No one suspects a thing—least of all your husband. As much as you hate the drinking and the constant informal parties, Leon makes the headache bearable. 

Dumping your husband on the bed, you turn him in his side to help prevent any choking if he happens to get sick later. Leon stands behind you, body heat a beacon against your back. 

He runs a hand down your arm. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“Leon,” you whisper urgently, eyes glued to your husband’s snoring face. “Wait until we leave.”

“Why? He won’t hear a thing,” he presses himself completely against you, rocking his bulge against the swell of your ass. “Gonna fuck you right here, sweetheart. Break this bed in.”

Slick coats the gusset of your panties, fabric sticking to the lips of your cunt. Biting your lip, you let Leon lead you around the edge of the bed until he’s pushing you down onto your side. 

He kisses you before slipping a hand under your dress to brush across your soaked slit.

“Fuck, so wet already. You want my cock?”

“Yes,” you whine. “Want it so bad.”

“Bet he doesn’t fuck you like you need, does he?” Leon goads, working your panties down and off your legs. “What a fucking loser.”

“Leon,” you gasp. “You shouldn’t say that about your brother.”

“Why? It’s the truth,” he cups your pussy, middle and ring finger parting your slick folds. “Too bad you married the wrong Kennedy, sweetheart.”

Whining softly, you roll your hips down into his hand, “Leon, please, just touch me.”

“I gotta finger this tight hole or ‘m not gonna fit,” he croons, fucking his fingers into your fluttering walls. “We both know this little pussy hasn’t had a cock this big.”

Keening in your throat, you ruck your dress up so Leon has easier access to the apex of your thighs. 

“Look at that pretty hole,” he groans, fingers seeking out the spot at the front of your cunt that makes you squeeze down on the digits. “Married pussy’s the best.”

“D-don’t say that,” your thighs twitch, arousal burning hot in your belly.

“Why not?” He grins, and it makes your heart race. “It’s true. You’re married, and you’ve got the best pussy I’ve ever had.”

Cunt squeezing down on his fingers, you tangle your fingers in the sheets, shooting a quick glance to make sure your husband is still passed out. 

“I can’t wait anymore,” Leon mutters to himself, fingers slipping from your wet heat with a wet schlick. 

His middle and ring finger are shiny with slick as he pops them in his mouth with a groan. “Taste so good, but I’m too impatient to lick you til you scream.”

You gasp, watching with dilated eyes while he takes his shirt off and pulls his jeans and briefs down to his thighs. The tip of his fat cock drips precum down the shaft, making your mouth water for a taste.

He grips the base and shakes his dick at you. “Look at you drooling over it. Bet you’d love if I fucked that sweet little throat. Don’t worry, one of these days, I’ll have you choking and gagging all over my dick.”

You nod along with his words, clit throbbing like a second heartbeat and pussy dripping slick all over your thighs. He’s big. Much bigger than your husband’s dick; it sends a pulse through your cunt, knowing he’s about to fill you up and stretch you out on his cock.

Kneeling in front of you, he humps your pussy, thick cock, sliding through your slick folds and across your clit. Whimpering, you part your thighs even further. 

“Please, Leon.”

His head presses against your hole but doesn’t sink in any further. He grips his cock and rocks the tip in and out of your cunt. 

“Am I gonna fit in this tight little hole, baby?” He mocks, slapping the fat head of his dick down onto your wet pussy. “God, I’m gonna stretch this little pussy out.”

Whimpering, your eyes dart over to your husband passed out on his side of the bed. Your marital bed is pretty big—he always complained about needing the space—and now you’re appreciating that fact more than ever. 

Leon clicks his tongue. “What a poor, frustrated little pussy. She’s crying she needs my cock so bad.”

Choking out a moan, your head thrashes back and forth against your pillow while Leon sinks his thick cock inch by inch in your snug pussy. 

“Fucking hell, he’s not been giving it to you, has he?”

“Uh uh,” you hiccup a whine. “You’re too big. It hurts.”

“Aww,” he leans forward, bottoming out in your pussy with a grunt. “We’ll just have to get this hole used to being so full. Doesn’t that feel good?”

Your pussy flutters and pulses around his cock, slick coating his length. “Fuck, it’s so big.”

“Yeah, it is,” he chuckles before kissing your temple. “And your married pussy is a perfect fit. So snug and wet.”

Covering your mouth with your hand, you cry out against your palm as Leon begins to fuck you with hard, deep strokes. Eyes rolling back in your head and toes curling in pleasure, you rock your hips against his thrusts, pussy gripping his cock like a vice. His pelvis grinds against your clit every time he bottoms out in your cunt. 

It’s so unfair how good this feels—knowing your husband’s right next to you as his brother pounds into your needy pussy. The pleasure crests higher and higher, body jostling with the movement so hard your tits bounce underneath your dress.

“I’m gonna cum inside you,” he whispers, grinning down at you, sweat darkening his fringe. “Cum all inside this cheating slutty pussy.”

“No!” Your voice cracks. “You can’t! What about m-my husband?”

“What about him?” Leon swivels his hips, the fat tip of his cock rubbing against your g-spot hard enough to make you squeal. “You’re fucking gagging to have me stuff you. You love my cock rawing this sweet little puss.” 

“Noo,” you cling to his biceps, fingers digging into his skin.

“Fine,” he sighs. “I guess I’ll just pull out and—“

You tangle your hands in his hair and bring him closer for a dirty, tongue-filled kiss, pussy walls gripping his dick tightly. 

“Please, don’t,” you whine. “Want your cock, want you to cum in me.”

“Fuck, baby, gotta keep quiet,” Leon laughs in your ear, dick slowly rutting in and out of your squelching cunt. “This fat pussy’s so loud, gonna get us caught.”

“Leon,” you whine, nails digging into his bare shoulders. He hisses in pleasure, thrusting harder into your clenching heat. “Feels so good, can’t help it.”

“Yeah? This tight pussy just can’t stop creaming my cock, can she?” He coos in your ear, lips nipping at your lobe. “Want me to put a baby in this cheating pussy?��

Eyes fluttering closed, you moan loudly, legs wrapping around his waist to lock behind his back. “Oh, please, want you to knock me up.”

“Hell yeah, I’ll breed this hot little pussy,” he groans, moving up onto outstretched arms. His hips roll against yours, cock plunging deeper into your dripping hole. “Gonna blow my load in your greedy cunt til it takes.”

Pulling out suddenly, he grips your hips to manhandle you over onto your front. He yanks your ass back, pressing his palm on your shoulders to push your head onto the pillow. His cock bullies back into your sopping wet pussy, the sound—plap plap plap—filling the bedroom. 

You moan into your pillow, drool soaking the material as Leon rails you into the bed you share with your husband. 

He slows his pace, dragging his dick halfway out before sinking back in. “Which cock’s better, mine or my brother’s?”

“Huh?” Your brain is mush at this point, your thoughts concentrating on cumming all over his cock while he creampies you. 

“I said which cock is better,” he thrusts deep enough the tip bumps your cervix, making you moan weakly. “Mine or my brother’s?”

You stumbled over your words, not able to think when he reaches under your body to play with your clit. 

“Better question,” he purrs into your ear, “which cock do you love? Hmm? The one that makes you cum? The one that’s gonna breed this fat pussy til she’s pregnant? Or…”

He pulls out, and you whine while he smacks his wet cock against your ass, “Some fucking cuck who passes out while his brother dicks down his wife?”

“What’s it gonna be, baby?” He teases the tip in and out, in and out, until you finally press your ass back against him. 

“Yours, Leon,” you nearly sob when he fucks his cock back into your cunt. “Love your cock, s’the only one that makes me cum.”

He humps your ass, dick pounding at your drippy hole. “And? C’mon, what else?”

“A-and it’s the only cock I want to creampie my pussy,” you mewl, thrusting back against him. “Please, Leon, want you to cum in me. Cum in my cheating little pussy til you knock me up.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, fucking you so hard and fast the bed shakes. “Good fucking girl, gonna breed this needy pussy, gonna knock up my brother’s wife—fuck!”

He slips his hand around your hip and begins rubbing your slippery clit in quick circles. 

“Cum for me, want this slutty pussy creaming my cock so I can fill her up,” he bites the shell of your ear. “Cum for me, so I can give you a baby.”

He slaps your clit with the flat of his fingers, and it pushes you over the edge, climax overtaking your body. You squirt, slick gushing from your hole to coat his pelvis and run down your thighs. 

“Fucking hell, that’s it, baby, show me how much this pussy likes my cock,” Leon moans. 

You shake and scream, burying your face in the pillow to muffle the noise. Fireworks explode behind your eyes while your pussy milks his cock over and over, dripping slick all over the two of you. 

“That’s it, fuck, gonna breed you nice and deep like I promised,” Leon curses under his breath and thrusts a few more times against you before sinking to the hilt. 

Hot, thick spurts of cum fill your fluttering walls until it spills out around his cock. Rutting against your ass, he grinds his cock in your pulsing cunt. After a few minutes, he takes in a deep breath and pulls out with a low groan. You lay there, panting heavily into your pillow, body completely spent. 

He smacks the head of his cock against your sensitive and puffy cunt, “Since this naughty little pussy is just leaking out all my cum, guess I’ll have to stuff it again.”

[pin-k-ink]

*slowly opening the door*

Brat tamer hoshina is hot

*leave after closing the door*

That's it

erupt // hoshina soshiro

tw ⇢ teasing, semi public handjob, cunnilingus, manhandling, edging, orgasm denial, nipple play, pet names, dirty talking, biting/marking, dry humping, unprotected sex, fingering, creampie

wc ⇢ 4k

a/n: this was way more tame compared to what i actually had in mind for him

"Miss me, big guy?" you purred, sauntering into Soshiro's office with a sly grin.

He glanced up from the stack of paperwork on his desk, brow creasing minutely before smoothing out into an easy smile that made your insides flutter. Soshiro pushed away from his chair, straightening to his full height with lazy grace.

"You know I always do, babygirl," he rumbled, slinging one arm around your waist to tug you flush against his powerful frame. "Though shouldn't you be down in the training halls right about now?"

You hummed noncommittally, allowing your palms to roam over the broad expanse of his muscled back and shoulders sightlessly. Soshiro's ruby eyes dipped lower, dark lashes fanning over those striking features as he drank in your exploration.

"What, you're not gonna try scolding me for skipping out again?" you prompted, unable to resist testing his patience. As expected, your boyfriend's lips twitched in restrained amusement.

"Now why would I do that?" Soshiro murmured, the barest hint of a growl lacing his deep timbre. "I know how much my girl loves finding new ways to get under my skin lately..."

His calloused fingertips trailed up the slender column of your throat, tilting your chin to better meet the heated intensity simmering in those blown ruby depths. You swallowed thickly, pulse kicking up at the scorching promise veiled there.

"In fact," he husked, mouth brushing yours in a tantalizing caress, "I'd say you're doing a bang-up job wearing down what's left of my patience, gorgeous..."

You couldn't quite bite back the tiny keen that slipped free at the implicit insinuation. Soshiro's arms tensed fractionally before relaxing - carefully maintaining control for now despite the blatant provocation. Undeterred, you slid sinuous hands up to frame his jaw and roll your body suggestively closer.

"I just can't seem to help myself when it comes to you, 'Shiro," you breathed against the seam of his lips tauntingly. "Always gotta make sure you're not forgetting about little old me amidst those boring obligations..."

Soshiro growled low in his chest at that, trapping your hips in his vise-like grip while slanting your faces closer still. "Trust me, baby...you're the one damn thing always at the front of my mind these days. Can't get a single second to stop thinking 'bout those pretty eyes and mouth, driving me crazy no matter what I'm doing..."

You didn't bother suppressing your full-bodied shudder at the heated, husky words or the way his slick tongue dragged over his full lower lip hungrily. Soshiro's smirk widened at the undisguised effect he had over you until you could taste the remnants of his smoky cedar scent every time you inhaled.

"You'll be the death of me yet, you know that?" he sighed with wry amusement, leaning down to nip delicately at the racing pulse in your throat. "My gorgeous, insatiable brat who loves tormenting me to distraction whenever we get five damn minutes together..."

Any cheeky retort you might've given dissolved into a guttural moan as Soshiro sealed his mouth over yours in a searing, lush glide of demanding tongue and rasping whiskey-rough lips. For several suspended heartbeats, he indulged your heated exploration and roaming hands alike - ravaging your senses until stars burst behind your fluttering lids.

Then, with the same maddening self-restraint, he pulled back - leaving you dazed and trembling in his sturdy embrace. Those blown ruby depths searched yours, darkening further with each shuddering drag of air between your damp, swollen mouths.

"Rain check for later, yeah baby?" Soshiro rasped out at last, punctuating his plea by trailing a lingering caress down the sensitive column of your spine that made you arch wantonly. "I gotta train with the new recruits soon...don't wanna be too distracted by your pretty teasing when they need me sharp as hell out there."

The blatantly husky promise laced through his words sent another frisson of liquid heat pooling low in your belly despite your burgeoning frustration. Soshiro took full advantage, ducking his head to ghost a searing glide over the thundering pulse at your nape until you were quivering against him helplessly.

"But don't you worry that sweet ass, gorgeous," he growled against your flushed skin with obvious relish. "You keep playing with fire like this...and the second I get you to myself again without any interruptions, you're gonna get burned nice and thorough as punishment."

His hand dipped lower to palm your ass with undisguised possession, blunt fingertips digging into the supple flesh possessively until your needy whine pitched higher. And despite the slick taunt slipping from your lips in a desperate bid for retaliation, Soshiro simply chuckled richly against the thundering hollow of your throat.

You'd won this round easily enough...but as you slunk from his office with wobbly steps and unsated ache still thrumming through your limbs, you couldn't quite contain the delicious shiver of anticipation for whatever retribution awaited after pushing the envelope too far this time.

Something told you the Vice-Captain's patience was finally wearing thin when it came to his favorite torment's endless tantrums.

Soshiro couldn't tear his gaze away as you sauntered into the briefing room, cursing the one who designed the combat suit, which clung to every lush curve and toned line of your legs like a second skin. The teasing sway of your hips made his mouth go dry despite his best efforts to school his features. Soshiro was achingly reminded of how those powerful legs had clenched around his waist, ankles digging into the muscles of his ass as you begged him to go deeper…

You offered him a coy smile as you slid into the seat directly beside him, back ramrod straight despite the blatant heat simmering in your hooded stare. Soshiro tensed imperceptibly when you leaned over, your shoulder brushing against his arm as you "casually" retrieved something from your satchel.

Except there was nothing casual about the way your chest pressed distractingly close to his space, or how you shifted to allow the slightly unzipped top of your suit to dip tantalizing low as you stretched. Soshiro swallowed thickly, desperately trying to avoid drinking in the glimpse of swells it afforded him.

But your smirk told him you knew exactly where his stare had landed in that split second lapse of restraint. Before he could formulate a response, Mina cleared her throat and the briefing visuals flickered to life, commanding everyone's attention.

For a few blessed minutes, Soshiro managed to retain his focus on the kaiju strategy projections. That is, until he felt your fingertips ghost along the inseam of his pants in a torturously light caress. Every muscle in his thigh flexed instinctively as you traced higher, higher, until—

You full-on palmed the rapidly stiffening bulge of his cock with zero shame, giving it an audacious squeeze at the same time. Soshiro's breath caught in his throat, stifling the guttural groan that tried to slip out as heat lanced through his body.

He shot you an incredulous glare, fighting the urge to look around and see if anyone else bore witness to your brazen move. But you simply blinked up at him with faux innocence, not retracting your wandering hand in the slightest.

In fact, you curled your fingers around the rigid length straining against the fabric, dragging the heel of your palm firmly along the underside from root to tip. Soshiro's hips jerked, digits biting into the armrests of his chair as waves of blistering arousal swamped through him.

At this rate, there was no way he'd be able to maintain composure and discretion through this whole briefing--not with you relentlessly stoking the fire coiling low in his abdomen higher and higher without pause or mercy.

You leaned over once more as if scrutinizing the holo-projections, using the movement as a guise to deftly part his suit and finally pull his throbbing cock free. Soshiro hissed sharply through gritted teeth, the soft heat of your palm wrapping snugly around his girth nearly making his eyes roll back.

"Easy, Vice-Captain," you murmured, dark lashes feathering your cheeks as you glanced over with a molten smirk. "This is just a little...preemptive disciplinary action for all the endless torment you've been putting me through lately."

Soshiro opened his mouth to protest--or maybe just to beg--but any sound was lost in his throat as you began to slowly, relentlessly pump your fist over his aching cock. He cast his gaze helplessly toward the holo-displays, jaw ticking as he fought with everything he had not to thrust shamelessly into your snug grip.

But with every whisper of your hand gliding through the tight ring of your fingers and over the dewy, precum-slick head of his cock, Soshiro could feel his control fraying further. The blistering pace of his pulse pounded in his ears, sweat beading along his hairline as you brought him swiftly to the edge of shattering apart right there.

Before he could lose that final thread, the briefing concluded and officers began shifting out of their seats. With one last teasing caress, you tucked Soshiro back into his suit and rose fluidly, wicked grin daring him to call you on your indecent act.

He simply stared at you, utterly stunned and still throbbing with unresolved tension in your wake as you sauntered out of the briefing room without a backwards glance--leaving a scalding trail of humiliation, arousal, and unbridled fury all tangled into one searing conflagration in your wake.

The gloves were officially off now and you knew it too. Which meant there would be no inch of respite, no corner of mercy left to grant when Soshiro inevitably cornered you and took his utterly ruinous reprisal for pushing him to that white-hot breaking point at last.

You wanted to play mad, delirious games of provocation and see them through to their most scorching, depraved conclusion? Well then, the Vice-Captain intended to show this insolent brat of his exactly what an unbound, merciless tempest of rapture their taunting had awakened.

Soshiro didn't bother with niceties or warnings the second you stepped out into the hallway, thinking you were in the clear. One powerful arm banded around your waist while the other hiked beneath your knees, bodily hoisting you up against his chest before you could so much as squeak in surprise.

You instinctively clutched at the hard planes of his shoulders, breath catching at the blazing intensity searing from his blown ruby gaze. Gone was the playful, laidback demeanor you knew so well - replaced by an utterly feral edge that made your pulse kick into overdrive.

"Soshiro, what are you—?!" you started, only to be silenced by the rumbling growl that vibrated against the sensitive spot below your ear.

"You wanted to play brat and tempt me past my limits?" he grated out, every syllable laced with dark promise. "Well congratulations, gorgeous...you've fucking succeeded."

With that, he spun on his heel and started stalking down the corridor with powerful, measured strides - utterly uncaring for the few scattered personnel you passed. If anything, the open lust and awe flickering over their features as you clutched his frame only seemed to embolden Soshiro's movements further.

You parted your lips to protest or possibly demand he put you down immediately. But one scorching look from those blown ruby depths was enough to rob you of words entirely. Instead, you swallowed thickly and twined your arms around his neck, silently riding out whatever inescapable storm awaited in his wake.

Because you knew this electrified, utterly uncompromising side of Soshiro could only mean one thing - he was well and truly done playing your endless games of teasing provocation. The object of his furious, razored focus now was to utterly decimate any shred of bravado you thought you still possessed until you existed solely to writhe and keen beneath his merciless devouring.

So when he kicked open the door to his private office and stalked inside, radiating that same lethally coiled intensity, you knew better than to offer even a token resistance. Not when Soshiro descended your trembling form onto the nearest surface with all the savagery of an apex predator finally unbound from its obstructing chains.

The second you were backed against the desk, Soshiro's intense gaze pinned you in place - all traces of his usual playful demeanor nowhere to be found. His jaw clenched as he raked his eyes over your trembling form with undisguised hunger.

"Did you really think," he growled lowly, "that you could pull a stunt like that and just waltz away scot-free, gorgeous?"

Before you could respond, Soshiro's hands clamped vice-like around your upper arms, hauling you flush against his powerful frame. You gasped at the sudden, unyielding grip and the delicious friction of being crushed against those steel bands of muscle.

"I love every infuriating inch of you," he rasped hotly against the side of your neck. "But that kind of bold disrespect? That earns you a very special sort of disciplining, pretty girl."

With that ominous promise, Soshiro wrenched you backwards to sprawl over the desk's surface. His weight settled over you instantly, hips slotting between your splayed thighs as he pinned you with his bulk.

"N-No...Soshiro, wait!" you tried breathlessly, even as a part of you thrilled at being so thoroughly overpowered.

He simply snarled softly in response, sealing his mouth over the thundering pulse at the base of your throat. Soshiro's hands roamed freely, bunching fabric and sneaking beneath layers to brand fiery paths along your exposed skin.

"Wait?" He pulled back to level you with a look of dark, molten promise. "And let you keep misbehaving without facing the consequences like a good girl should? I don't think so..."

With that, his palm cupped your jaw in a punishing grip, forcing your lips apart to admit the relentless velvet glide of his tongue in a searing claim. You moaned wantonly into his mouth, writhing beneath the solid weight pressing you into the desk's surface as your limbs wound around his neck and waist.

Soshiro groaned at the undisguised desire you had for him, hips grinding roughly against yours until your back arched in a perfect, mesmerizing curve. His mouth moved down the column of your throat, pausing briefly to suck a possessive bruise along your collarbone.

"So fucking sexy," he rasped, palming one of your breasts through your uniform. "My beautiful, insatiable brat who can't get enough of my cock even though she knows the rules..."

You whimpered when his fingers rolled the pert peak, tugging sharply until the sensation went from pleasant to overwhelming. Your nails dug into the muscles of his shoulders, but Soshiro seemed determined to drive you mad with desire.

He pinched and twisted the sensitive flesh mercilessly, relishing in your whimpers and pleas. When he was satisfied with his work, he finally unclasped the suit's front. The material parted like a curtain to reveal the flushed skin underneath, a sight he drank in hungrily as you let your suit fall to the floor.

"I've been waiting all damn day for this," Soshiro breathed, calloused fingertips trailing along the dips and curves of your figure until you were shivering with need. "All I could think about was how wet and hot and tight my girl's cunt was going to be for me..."

The vulgar word sent a bolt of liquid heat straight to your core, making your walls flutter around the emptiness within. Soshiro smirked at the way your face flushed, dipping his head to drag his tongue across the taut swell of your breast. His mouth fastened on the puckered bud, sucking the sensitive flesh until a breathy cry escaped your lips.

Your back arched involuntarily, pressing yourself closer to his teasing mouth. Soshiro chuckled, switching to lavish the neglected nipple with equal attention. Every lap and tug of his tongue elicited more delicious reactions, leaving you trembling and aching for release.

"S-Soshiro," you managed, voice cracking slightly as his thumb began rolling the other, spit-slick peak. "Please, I need more..."

He hummed in response, not ceasing the assault on your senses. Your eyes slipped shut, hips canting upward in search of any sort of friction to relieve the throbbing ache. When you felt the brush of his lips along your sternum, you were ready to beg and plead, anything to have him give you what you wanted.

But his hands were already busy, parting your folds with the pads of his fingers before slipping two digits inside the slick channel. The sudden intrusion made you gasp, muscles clamping around the thick intrusion. "Fuck, just as tight as I remember, gorgeous," he groaned, watching the way your expression contorted into one of pure ecstasy.

Soshiro leaned down to swallow your moans, tongue tangling with yours as he began pumping his fingers. You clung to him, fingers scrabbling for purchase as he expertly worked your pussy. He knew every spot to press, how to angle his wrist just so, until you were seeing stars.

When his thumb brushed over your clit, your hips bucked uncontrollably, nails scoring his shoulders through his uniform. You could feel his smirk against your mouth, but before you could muster a response, he was rubbing slow, purposeful circles.

Your thighs trembled as the pressure inside built rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter until you felt like you were about to burst. Soshiro's mouth latched onto your nipple, the rough texture of his tongue adding a whole new layer of sensation.

"I-I can't...fuck, I'm so close," you managed to choke out, back bowing as you teetered on the precipice.

The words were barely out of your mouth when Soshiro suddenly removed his fingers, leaving your walls clenching around nothing. You cried out in protest, opening your eyes to find him licking your arousal off his hand with an impossibly smug grin.

"What...the fuck?" you hissed, scowling at the smug bastard.

"Ah ah, none of that attitude," he said, leaning down to nip at your ear. "I did warn you, baby...you've earned this."

Your protests died in your throat as he sank to his knees, hands sliding up the back of your thighs until they hooked beneath your ass. The next thing you knew, Soshiro had yanked you closer, lifting your legs over his shoulders in one fluid motion.

Your mouth went dry as you felt his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, the only warning before his tongue dragged across the length of your pussy. You cried out, hands fisting in his hair, trying desperately to hold on as he devoured you like a man starved.

The sensation was unlike anything else. Every swipe, every flick of his tongue was driving you closer to the edge, but just before you could get there, he'd pull back and start all over again. You could feel his smirk as you whined and pleaded for more.

"Beg," Soshiro commanded, punctuating his demand with a harsh suck on your clit that had your back bowing.

"Fuck...please," you gasped, hips canting toward his mouth. "P-Please, make me come. I'm so fucking close, please, I can't take it..."

Your pleas seemed to be working because Soshiro resumed his merciless attack, doubling his efforts. You were sure someone had to hear your cries, but right now you didn't care. All you cared about was getting what you needed, and Soshiro was the only one who could give it to you.

His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard, and that was nearly all it took. Just as you were about to fall over the edge, he withdrew, leaving you a whimpering, desperate mess. Your eyes shot open, glaring down at the infuriating man currently between your thighs.

"Soshiro, if you don't—"

He didn't give you a chance to finish the threat, surging up and kissing you hard. You tasted yourself on his lips, groaning into his mouth as his tongue tangled with yours. Before you could recover, his cock was already at your entrance, the blunt head sliding through the slick folds.

You broke the kiss, needing to watch as he slowly filled you. The stretch was borderline painful as he pressed into you, the thick length stretching your walls. It felt like an eternity before he finally bottomed out, his hips flush against yours.

Soshiro's forehead was resting on your shoulder, breathing labored as he tried to adjust. You squeezed around him, earning a guttural moan from the man above you. "Don't...do that," he panted, the strained command making your pussy flutter.

You did it again, this time rolling your hips for extra measure. This earned you a low growl, and then his hands were gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, pinning them to the desk. "Be a good girl," he warned, pulling out until just the tip was inside.

Your lips parted to deliver another retort, but the words died on your tongue as Soshiro slammed back into you, punching the air from your lungs. You were vaguely aware of the obscene sound of his balls slapping against your skin, but all you could focus on was the way he filled you so perfectly, stretching and claiming you with every thrust.

He set a brutal pace, his body practically draped over yours as he fucked you senseless. Your hands scrambled for purchase, fingers clawing at his shoulders, his back, his arms, anything to ground yourself as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm you.

Soshiro buried his face in your neck, groaning as he rutted into you. Every thrust hit just the right spot, sending jolts of white-hot electricity through your body. You were so close, the familiar pressure building low in your abdomen.

"Touch me," you gasped, the words barely coherent as he continued pounding into you.

He didn't waste a second, one hand finding your clit while the other slid down to cup your ass. You were completely at his mercy, your entire world narrowed down to the way his cock stretched your pussy, the way his thumb rubbed tight, quick circles over your clit, the way his mouth found the sensitive spot below your ear and sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

The combination was too much, pushing you over the edge. Your back bowed as your orgasm crashed over you, sending waves of ecstasy through your body. Soshiro didn't stop, continuing to thrust and rub as you came around his cock, gushing and spraying his hand and your thighs with your juices, watching it drip onto his desk.

You were barely coherent as he followed you over the edge, spilling inside of you with a deep groan. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing hard as he filled you with his seed. You clung to him, fingers threading through his hair, riding the waves of bliss that washed over you.

Soshiro shifted his weight, his softening cock still buried inside you. His lips found yours, the kiss softer and sweeter than the ones before. You melted into him, relishing the way his body felt against yours, the way his lips fit so perfectly against yours.

Finally, he broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to see the lewd sight of his cum spilling out of your used pussy, a mix of both of your juices trickling onto his desk. His hand cupped your sex, fingers gathering the dripping mess and spreading it over your lower lips.

"Such a pretty little thing, my brat," he growled, voice ragged. "Gonna have to remind you to behave more often if this is how it always ends..."

You moaned weakly, feeling your walls clench around the thick digits lazily stroking through the creamy mess. He smirked, pulling his fingers free and bringing them to your lips. You eagerly opened for him, sucking them clean of the mingled release coating them.

Soshiro's eyes darkened as you twirled your tongue around his fingers, swallowing every last drop. When they were clean, he pulled his hand away, cupping your jaw. "Messy little thing too," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your swollen lips.

"Only for you," you replied, grinning.

His lips curled into a wicked smile. "Good, cause I'm nowhere near done teaching you a lesson, gorgeous. Now be a good girl and get on your knees for me..."

[coryosmin]

sej and coryo corrupting innocent!reader and convincing her it’s normal to take your two best friend’s cocks 🤭

nsfw | mdni

warnings: innocent!fem!reader x best friend!snowjanus, innocence kink, corruption kink, handjobs, fingering (f receiving)

possibly gonna make a part two where they do more. btw this is not proof read because i kept getting distracted

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bestest of friends - snowjanus x fem!reader

you were sitting on your big lush bed with your two best friends sitting in front of you. the three of you were studying for an upcoming exam that counted for a huge part of your grade. at least you were. coryo and sej weren’t necessarily paying attention to studying.

it was no secret that your two best friends liked you. you knew this. but you also knew that you liked them too. i mean you guys are best friends for a reason, right? sejanus and coryo had always been there for you. you and coryo grew up together in the capitol. and when you both met sejanus when he moved here, you had been the first one to be nice to him. and then the three of you became inseparable.

you’ve never had a boyfriend. you’ve never had your first kiss. your best friends have always made sure of that, wanting to keep you pure and innocent for them. you were their white rose. their delicate flower. coryo and sej have both discussed their attraction to you with each other. which most definitely led to them discussing their attraction to each other. and now here they are, trying to come up with a way for you to join them.

sejanus looked up from the textbook, giving coryo a small glance before looking at you. “y/n,” he started, his tone soft. he glanced at coryo before glancing back at you. “have you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with someone?”

you looked up from your notebook, furrowing your eyebrows at your best friend. “that’s a really weird topic to bring up, sej,” you replied amused.

sejanus chuckled, nodding his head. “it is. but have you?”

coryo also looked at you, a smirk on his lips. “i’m curious to know this as well.”

you rolled your eyes at your two best friends. “i mean, i guess everyone has wonders but i haven’t really done anything at all,” you replied, unsure of how to exactly word your response. this is a weird discussion to have with your best friends, right?

“do you ever want to try?” coryo asked, tilting his head at you.

you blushed, unable to help yourself. this was definitely a weird topic to have with your best friends. sex isn’t something to casually talk about!! and you’ve never even touched yourself. of course you know what an orgasm is but you’ve never experienced it yourself. and you’ve definitely never gotten close enough to anyone to even really think about sex. “i-i mean yeah.” you stuttered, cheeks red.

sejanus cooed at you, reaching a hand to caress your cheek. “she’s blushing, coryo. isn’t she so cute?”

coryo smirked, nodding his head. “my dear, if you could kiss me or sej, who would you want to kiss?”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “best friends don’t kiss.”

sejanus brought his hand down. “some best friends kiss. some do more than kiss. but that’s just for the bestest of friends.”

coryo nodded his head in response. “and aren’t we the bestest of friends?”

they had a point. the three of you were really good best friends. you nodded your head, still blushing.

“so, would you kiss me or sej?” coryo asked again.

“both of you.” you whispered, biting your lip.

“huh?”

“i would kiss both of you,” you said a bit louder.

“who do you want to be your first?” sejanus asked softly.

you shrugged your shoulders at your best friends. “i can’t choose between the two of you,” you replied, licking your lips. “you both mean a lot to me.”

sej couldn’t help but feel his heart swell as he looked at you. you’re just so cute and innocent. he wanted nothing more than to kiss you. and fuck you. but he also wanted to kiss and fuck coryo. which they’ve done before. but that’s besides the point. “close your eyes.” he commanded softly to you.

you obeyed like the good girl you were.

sejanus then looked at coryo as they silently discussed who would kiss you. until coryo just rolled his eyes and gave sejanus the go ahead.

sejanus smirked as he leaned over the books in front of you guys, pressing a small but gentle kiss onto your lips before pulling away. coryo scoffed. “sej, if you’re going to kiss her, do it properly.” and then coryo leaned in, pressing a full kiss onto your lips. it took you a moment to respond to the kiss, unsure of what to do. but as coryo kissed you, you felt yourself returning the kiss. and after a few moments, he pulled away, a satisfied smile on his lips. he then turned to look at sejanus. “that’s how you do it.”

sejanus had a fond smile on his lips, rolling his eyes. he looked at you. “well, how was your first kiss?”

you were blushing. of course you were. both of your best friends had kissed you. you didn’t even know best friends could kiss each other! “i-it was nice.” you said, biting your bottom lip with your front teeth.

coryo looked at you, all blushy and shy, and he was smitten. he absolutely adored you and he adored sej. he couldn’t help the fact that it swelled him with pride that only he and sej could corrupt you. you’re theirs and no one else’s. it made him wonder would you would lose your virginity to. him or sej? he was hoping you’d lose it to him. but that was a thought for later.

coryo grabbed the notebooks and textbooks from the bed, closing them before dropping them onto the floor. “my dear,” coryo began to speak. “do you want to try something else?” he asked, smiling innocently at you.

you looked at coryo, nodding your head. you’d do anything with sej and coryo. you trusted them with all your heart. “what is it?”

as sej and coryo were sat in front of you, they exchanged another look before replying. “you know, it’s perfectly normal for bestest of friends to pleasure each other.” sejanus said.

coryo nodded in agreement. “and we were thinking you could possibly pleasure us while we pleasure you?”

you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “pleasure how?”

fuck you’re so cute and innocent. coryo could cum literally just by accident your adorableness alone. he licked his lips. “i think you know how.” he said, taking one of your hands and guiding it to his crotch.

you gasped as you felt coryo’s bulge, taking your hand away. “b-but friends don’t do that.” you looked at him with your beautiful doe eyes.

“ah ah, princess, we are bestest of friends,” sejanus murmured to you. “and bestest of friends can pleasure each other.”

you were still very much blushing when they suggested this. you looked down at your hands. “oh, i don’t know…” you said, unsure. you wanted to. of course you wanted to. they’re your best friends and you’d do anything with them. but you also felt embarrassed, unsure of yourself.

sejanus leaned into you, bringing his face close to yours. “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” he murmured. “but i think you want this just as much as we do, princess.” he said, looking into your eyes.

“do you want this?” coryo asked, leaning in as well.

you bit your lip, nodding your head. “b-but how do we start?”

“we get undressed.” coryo replied, standing up. he grabbed your hand to help you stand up as well. he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss onto your lips as he brought his hands up to your uniform shirt, undoing the buttons slowly.

you looked into coryo’s blue eyes before looking down at his hands. coryo had very pretty hands. you’ve always liked the way his hands looked. and how his eyes looked. and how sej’s eyes looked. and how sej’s hair was so pretty. you just liked how both boys looked. it always made your heart swell. you looked over at sejanus who had already discarded his shirt. your eyes looked at his torso, seeing that he was well built. you bit your lip, your cheeks heating up as you looked back at coryo. you felt the heat of the moment, a warmness was pooling in your abdomen, causing you to clench your thighs.

an action that was not missed by either coryo or sej.

coryo finished unbuttoning your shirt, taking it off of you and discarding it. his eyes looked you up and down. you wore a white laced bra, high end of course. and you looked so pure. “you’re so beautiful.” coryo murmured. “isn’t she beautiful, sej?”

sejanus smiled. “absolutely gorgeous.” he replied as he made his way over to you. he pressed a kiss onto your shoulder, standing behind you as coryo stood in front of you. you felt sejanus’s hands on your waist, undoing the skirt you were wearing.

coryo’s hands were on your torso, massaging your sides as he slowly moved them up to cup your boobs through your bra. you gasped, looking up at coryo. the sensation was weird, not bad at all, but weird. he massaged your boobs slowly, unable to help himself from leaning in to capture your lips in his.

coryo kissed you like he was hungry. and maybe he was. he definitely was. for you. always hungry for you. he was addicted to your lips already. he continued to massage your boobs as your skirt unzipped and fell to the ground, revealing your matching white lace panties. sejanus let out a soft groan, kissing the nape of your neck. you shivered at the feeling, clenching your thighs together again.

sejanus unclasped your bra, allowing coryo to grab the fabric and toss it onto the ground. you weren’t exactly sure what to do with your hands but you knew that they wanted you to pleasure them so you brought one of your hands down to grip coryo’s cock through his pants, rubbing his bulge. coryo gasped in the kiss, pulling away to press his forehead onto yours as he looked down at your hand on his bulge. “princess…” he whispered shakily.

you looked down at your hand, not really knowing what you were doing. you were kinda just massaging it, hoping it was doing something. “i-is that okay?” you asked.

coryo grabbed your hand, guiding you how to palm him. “that’s so okay,” he whispered back.

you turned your body slightly, enough so that sej was next to you rather than behind you. “w-wanna feel you too, sej,” you said, holding your other hand out. he grabbed it, guiding it to his crotch and letting you palm him.

sej and coryo both had their hands on you, grinding their cocks into your hands as you palmed them. they massaged your tits, kissed your neck, even took turns kissing your lips.

your lips were connected to sejanus’s when you felt coryo pull your hand away from his bulge. you pulled away to look at coryo with confusion until you felt the skin of his dick in your palm. you looked down to see his cock, big and red and leaking, begging to be touched. “oh,” you sighed, looking at it. you instinctively licked your lips, clenching your thighs again.

sejanus chuckled into your ear, taking his pants off as well. “coryo, are you being impatient?” he asked as his cock was now out as well. you bit your lip to save you from whimpering. you couldn’t help but feel hot and bothered right now. like you needed relief of some sort.

coryo gripped your hips, gently guiding you to sit back down on the bed as he sat down next to you. “very impatient, sej,” he murmured.

sejanus sat down next to you. he kissed your cheek. “i think our princess needs attention,” he said, his hand on your thigh. “been clenching your thighs so much, baby. you need relief?”

you looked at sej, your hands moving to your lap. you nodded your head shyly. “yeah,” you said.

sejanus smiled. “gonna make you feel good, okay?” his smile was so warm and his words were so comforting. his hands moved to the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and tossing them to the side.

you nodded your head. the three of you were naked. your skin felt like it was on fire. sej and coryo were so pretty and handsome. and you thought their cocks were so pretty. coryo’s was longer but sej’s was thicker. you didn’t know they came in different sizes. the walls of your pussy clenched around nothing as you thought about their cocks. you’ve never had sex before but you longed for something you’ve never had.

coryo leaned over to kiss your neck and collarbone, sucking on your pulse point. this caused you to gasp just as sejanus spread your legs. you wanted to instinctively close them but you were distracted by coryo’s kissing. “sej’s gonna make you feel so good, doll.” coryo murmured against your skin. “i’m gonna make you feel so good too.”

sejanus leaned in to kiss your jawline as his fingers moved to your untouched area, causing you to whimper. “oh fuck, you’re so wet for us.” sejanus said, letting out a shaky breath as he began to rub your clit in slow circles.

you moaned, closing your eyes at the feeling. it was so incredibly new to you, the sensation. it sent sparks to your abdomen, making you feel so so good. wanting your best friends to feel good, you moved both of your hands, gripping coryo’s cock who’s on your left, and sej’s cock who’s on your right. one of coryo’s hands moved to grip yours, showing you how to start moving your hand on his shaft.

with coryo’s guidance, you jerked him off slowly, doing the same with sej’s cock. both boys let out shaky moans just as sej moved his finger down to your hole, causing you to let out a shaky moan as well. he inserted his finger slowly and you looked down to watch. “how’s this?” sej asked as he slowly thrusted his finger in and out of you.

tears of pleasure prickled in your eye at the new sensation. “g-good.” you stuttered, looking at his finger going in and out of you. coryo moved his lips from your collarbone to your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking. the feeling of him sucking your nipple and using his tongue to run laps on it while sej fingered your pussy was amazing. “oh my god!” you moaned out.

you continued to jerk off coryo and sej, coryo’s hand still guiding yours. sej’s free hand helped you with his as well. you jerked them both off as the same pace that sej was fingering you. and after a few minutes, sej added another finger, stretching you out slightly. he curled his fingers, causing you to moan loudly. “oh fuck,” you moaned out, cursing for what felt like the first time. though it most certainly was not.

“doing so good, baby,” sej groaned in your ear. “you’re so wet and tight around my fingers. can’t wait to feel your pussy on my cock.”

coryo moaned, taking your nipple out of his mouth. “fuck, i wish i was inside of you right now.”

their dirty words added to your pleasure as you felt yourself come undone. you arched your back as you clenched your walls around sej’s fingers, “oh!” you moaned out, cumming hard. it was such a foreign feeling.

sej and coryo watched you cum with adoration in their eyes. coryo came in your palm, his hips jerking as he fucked into your palm. his seed coating your hand. sejanus came a lot, ropes and ropes of cum landing on your hand and on himself. and when the three of you were spent, you all laid back on the bed, sej pulling his fingers out of you and you removing your hands from their cocks.

sejanus laid his head on your shoulder while coryo turned to wrap an arm around you. “how did that feel, my dear?” coryo asked, pressing a lazy kiss on your cheek.

���really good,” you breathed out breathlessly. “is it always like that?”

“if you have partners that know what they’re doing.” sejanus replied, kissing your neck.

coryo nodded his head. “and since we’re bestest of friends, we can always do more with you, doll.”

you smiled as you looked at both of your best friends lovingly. “i’d love that.”

[animeniacss]

Heya!

I just read your imagine about Wonwoo and became an emotional wreck 😭

Could you please write something angsty about Mingyu? Like maybe a failed arranged marriage...

Would love it if you could cook something up with the suggestion.

Thank you 💜

OMG so sorry it took so long! I hope you like what I have! It was fun to write! <3

Synopsis: It's your wedding day, and you remember the memories of how you were arranged to marry and fall in love with Kim Mingyu

Tags: NonIdol!AU, Marriage, Angst, Flasbacks, Arranged Marriage,

Length: approx. 3.8k words

Mingyu x Reader - Down the Aisle

“What do you think our wedding will be like, Mingyu?”

“Hm….something extravagant…something beautiful. Just like you.” 

“You look so beautiful.” The female voice behind you made you open your eyes, staring into the lush vanity before you—the plush of the robe you had on pressed against your body, tickling your skin. In your hair, a brush offers a similar sensation through your scalp.

“Thanks, Jihyo,” you said softly. A moment of silence before you said. “I cannot believe that today’s the day….” your voice was soft.

“I know! It feels like yesterday you were going to meet him for dinner and now you’re getting married!” Jihyo’s grin made your heart thump in your chest. 

“I know.” You watched Jihyo tug your hair into a tight updo, grabbing bobby pins to keep the hair in place. You licked your lips, watching as some strands of hair fell from your face. A quick brush of your fingers and the hair was tucked behind your ear. 

“You have a hair falling from your ponytail. May I?” You watched with shaky eyes as a large hand reached across the table, tucking your hair behind your ear. You looked up at a humored lopsided grin, and a hand ran through his hair as he leaned back in his chair. “There. Perfect.” 

You watched Jihyo take the piece of hair and tangle it into your updo, a bobby pin added to keep it in place. When she smiled you realized then your expression had been pretty neutral. Your lips quirked up in a smile.

“Nervous?” 

“No,” you said, almost too quickly. Jihyo’s hands stopped in your hair. “...No.” 

“Good, don’t be! What’s he gonna do, get cold feet? Arranged marriage or not he’s totally in love with you.” That comment made the smile on your lips soften just a bit, and you watched Jihyo head over to the side of the vanity, pulling out makeup. You turned in your chair, a fond smile on your face. Jihyo was giddy about this morning’s festivities. Being a part of something so wonderful, so memorable. It made any worries you did have quell. 

Two hours left until you walked down the aisle. 

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“This is Kim Mingyu. His father owns L&S Entertainment in Seoul! We’ve been talking for a few months and we were hoping the two of you hit it off today!” 

You thought your mother was crazy at the time, staring across the table at the broad-shouldered man in the navy blue suit with slicked-back hair. Apart from polite greetings, you’d yet to say two words to the man across the table - Kim Mingyu, you made a note to remember that - yet your parents were talking as if the wedding were mere days away. It was sudden, but not surprising. You were 17 then, and you knew this was coming almost as soon as the end of your academic career was. Your hands kept themselves busy by pushing food around your plate with a fork. 

As you put a forkful to your lips, Mingyu leaned over in his chair, catching your attention with a hum and a quick call of your name. When you looked over, he smiled grinning, lopsided and nervous. 

“I didn’t know about this until this morning,” he admitted. You blinked a few times, swallowing your bite before breaking into an amused grin.

“I didn’t know until my mother opened her mouth.” And Mingyu threw his head back to laugh, loud but warm in the way it hit your ears. He chuckled, sticking his hand out. 

“This might not be so bad.” he stuck his hand out. “Let’s make the best of it for now, yeah?” You nodded, sticking your hand out as the both of you shook on it. 

For now. Those two words never felt like they meant so little. 

You felt your thoughts slip through your body as Jihyo tugged the corset of the back of your dress, gasping as you pressed your hands against the side of the bed. “Ah, Jesus.” you groaned. “I hate this. Why did I pick this dress?!”

“Because you look beautiful!” She laughed. “Besides, I’m almost done!” A few more tugs, a few more grunts, and Jihyo let out a hum of approval. “Nice job if I do say so myself. You look stunning.” 

Turning your gaze to the full-length mirror on the side of the bed, you looked yourself over. Your dress was stunning, your breath would be taken from you if the corset was not already at work squishing your insides. Hands pressed against the corsetted bodice, running them along your sides as if to convince yourself that what you were seeing right now was real. It was happening. 

“Your parents are already suggesting wedding dresses?” Mingyu’s eyes widened as he looked up from his textbook. You sighed, flipping lazily through your own, exhaustion on your features. 

“They’re very excited.” You smiled.

“Are you not?” Mingyu pouted, and you covered your mouth to laugh.

“We’ve known about this for what? A month.”

“A month and three days,” Mingyu added, and you snorted. Mingyu giggled in amusement. “But no, that’s crazy. Is there anything I can do to make it a bit easier?” You shook your head. 

“Nah. It’s bound to arrive sooner or later.” You lifted your pencil from the table one more time, eyes flicking down to look at your assignment once again. Mingyu seemed to stare at you from across the table, and you brought your eyes to his gaze one more time. “You okay?”

“Sorry,” he said. 

Confusion came in the form of a furrowed brow and a tilt of your head. “Sorry? Sorry for what?”

“I’m sure this isn’t what you imagine when you think of your wedding and dress shopping and planning.”

“No, but I knew it would be something similar.” you smiled. “Besides, at least I’m marrying someone nice, like you.” Mingyu smiled, cheeks tinting pink. “Someone I tolerate, y’know?”

“Oh, thanks.” He snorted, covering his mouth with his hands. 

Your name was called to the door, seeing it open and your mother stepped in. Within seconds she was tearing up. “Oh my God, you look beautiful. Just as I knew you would!” You smiled, watching as your mother pulled you into a gentle hug, careful not to wrinkle your dress or mess up your hair. She pulled away, scanning your silhouette as she wiped her eyes. 

“Mom, please don’t cry,” you begged behind a small chuckle, fondness thumping in your chest. 

“I know.” she sniffled. “I just…after everything we’ve gone through to get to this day it’s amazing it’s finally here. I’m just so happy for you.”

Another small chuckle, fondness morphing into something much harder to read. A small smile played on your lips as you held your mother's hands. She immediately pulled them up and kissed them. You turned to yourself in the mirror again, your mother slipping behind you. You felt your fingers curl into the fabric of your dress as hard as you could without ripping the expensive material. Your mother looked you over through the mirror as well, her own hands coming up to brush some stray hairs off your face and make sure nothing was lingering on your dress from its packaging. “I’m so proud of you, honey….” 

“I didn’t do anything,” you whispered.

“You did enough. You’ve done a lot for this family, you’ve been a trooper….” You inhaled a shaky breath, offering a small smile as your mother ran a hand along your arms. “The guests are starting to arrive. I’ll go see if the photographer is ready.” With a gentle kiss on your cheek, your mother waved off Jihyo before exiting the room and closing the door behind her. You heard Jihyo messing around with some of the cleanup in the room, leaving you to your thoughts for a few minutes as you stared at yourself. Hair up, dress corseted, make-up done. Something sparkled, and when you looked down, you admired the rock sitting prettily on your ring finger. The wedding band encircling the actual ring sparkled almost as bright as the main diamond, decorated with beautiful stones and silver plating. It was a dream to have a ring like that sitting on your finger. A small smile formed on your lips. 

“I wasn’t sure what kind of ring you’d like,” Mingyu said, turning his attention to you on the couch. You glance up at him, chopsticks stopping in midair with noodles hanging from them, dangling over your take-out box. The sight made Mingyu snort. “My father told me I could use an old family ring but I thought that was cheesy.”

Quickly, you slurped up your noodles and set the chopsticks down, turning your attention to him fully. “I think that’s kind of romantic, actually…” 

“You do?” His eyes went wide. “Shit, I need to call my dad.” You watched,  humor in your eyes as Mingyu scrambled for his phone. 

“Mingyu,” you said. When he turned his head, you lifted your hand, wiggling your fingers in his direction. “You get me whatever you think will look best. I have to wear it forever, after all.” Mingyu took your hand, pulling it closer to place a gentle kiss on the knuckles. Fondness filled your eyes as Mingyu set your hand back down, rubbing his thumb over the temporarily empty ring finger. 

“Then I’ll make sure it’s perfect for you and only you. Promise.” 

“You ready?” Jihyo asked, pulling your attention back to your friend. She was fixing her earrings in the mirror, hair blown out and settling nicely around her shoulders. She looked beautiful, smiling in excitement for the event waiting just downstairs. 

You felt your lips tug into a smile; what felt like two pins pressing into your cheeks to attempt to keep it there for the evening. “Yes,” you said. “I’m ready.” 

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“Mingyu, how do I look?” you asked, turning to him. Mingyu peeked up from his phone, smiling as he saw you walk over to the ornate, plush couch sitting in the middle of the large room. A photographer was standing across the room, setting up his camera. The taller male smiled warmly as you took your seat beside him, draping his arm over your shoulder. 

“Beautiful.” He said. “Do you have lots of make-up on?” When he saw you nod, he nodded, offering you a kiss through the air to not smear it. You covered your mouth to hide your laugh.

“Oh God, you’re such a dork!” you said, slapping his knee. The sound of your mother stepping into view beside the cameraman made you both look up. 

“Ready? We need to have these wedding invitations ready by the end of the week to send out.” she smiled, but you saw her eyes dart over her shoulder when Mingyu’s parents approached, pulling her attention. The photographer set himself up with his camera. With a nod of confirmation from both of you, he immediately got to work.

“Scoot together.” *Click* “Mingyu, sit up straighter.” *Click click*. “Stand up behind her with your hand on her shoulder.” *Click*

For thirty minutes you and Mingyu moved around the chair and its surrounding area like dolls, giggling and laughing as the photographer put you both in various poses. 

“This is a bit ridiculous,” you said. “All this for one photo?”

“It’s kind of fun,” Mingyu responded. “I feel like a celebrity.”

“You’re the son of an entertainment company owner. You already are a celebrity.” Mingyu laughed a bit, leaning back in the chair and draping his arm over the back of it. You scooted closer, resting back as well and taking a deep breath. “I can’t believe it’s happening in less than four months.”

“I know,” he said. “It’s going to be amazing.”

“You think so?” You glanced up at him. Mingyu nodded. As the two of you took some time to relax while the photographer prepared the next round of photos, your eyes looked up in the direction of your parents. Your mother's back was to you, but it didn’t take a genius to notice she was tense. Something was on her mind as she spoke to Mingyu’s parents, her arms darting every which way as she continued to speak. 

You just barely registered her piercing glance back to the scene before the photographer snapped another picture.

*Click*

The photographer was already snapping pictures as you headed down the steps from your room. Your family was already at the bottom, watching with tears in their eyes. You gripped your bouquet in your hands, each step a bit more hesitant than the last as you got closer to the bottom. Your eyes immediately fell to the closed double doors on your left when you had a second. The chatter of guests muffled the door making them sound more like buzzing bees than party guests. 

“Alright, everything is ready.” your mother grinned. “Are you excited? Oh, I’m gonna cry…” she wiped her eyes with a napkin she pulled perfectly out of her sleeve. “We’ll see you in there, alright?” You nodded, waving your mother and Jihyo off as they went into the room with the photographer. You inhaled, feeling your father come to your side and offer his arm. As you stared ahead at the door, you saw a black suit being fixed, a hand running through black hair, and a familiar smile. You inhaled deeply. 

“Everything is ready,” you said. The sound of music was heard through the doors, and they opened once again, allowing you and your father to head down the aisle. Immediately, the guests turned towards you, smiling at the beautiful bride as she floated down the aisle. Your eyes darted through the friends and family, smiling warmly and nodding your head as they gasped and waved you off. When you turned your head, you saw him, smiling his familiar lopsided grin in your direction.

“I’m so lucky I get to be the person marrying you. I never thought an arranged marriage would work out for me this way.”

“I love you so much!” 

Kim Mingyu.

Standing at the end of the farthest pew in the building. 

“Your engagement to Kim Mingyu is off!”

When the both of you locked eyes, even for a brief second, you saw his breath hitch, his eyes taking in your entire form. Time felt like it stopped in that moment, the both of you locked in on one another. 

“Mom!” 

“He and his entire family are nothing more than backstabbing narcissists!  I was wrong about them the entire time. I should have known entertainment moguls would try to pull a fast one on us!”

“Mom, you’re not making any sense.”

“I already told them. The engagement’s off..”

“It’s in three months!” 

“I don’t care!” She said. “No child of mine will be married to a son who will grow up to be exactly like their selfish parents!” 

When your father tugged at your arm gently, you turned your head back to him. You could see the gentle, almost sympathetic look in his eyes. He leaned to the side, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead in hopes of easing your mind. 

You had tried desperately to change your mother's mind at first. Then, you tried to see Mingyu despite your mother’s refusal. Despite his parent's attempts to keep the two of you apart. The two of them said it was over between you. 

You were halfway down the aisle when you finally allowed yourself to look forward. A sharp sting was felt behind your eyes, but you managed to blink it away because you heard the photographer snapping pictures and you knew damn well you’d never allow him to catch you with runny mascara. With one deep breath, you gripped your bouquet and finally took a good look at the groom waiting for you at the end of the aisle. 

“Honey, I’d like you to meet Lee Jihoon.” Your mother said over a similar dining table, motioning to the well-dressed and handsome male across from you. He ran a hand through his hair, offering you a polite smile. You could see the nerves in his eyes. 

You were 21 now. Halfway through college, preparing to work for your mother, and still with no husband. Until now. 

“His father runs the Lee Tech Company. We’ve been in contact for a few months and we’re hoping the two of you hit it off.”

You offered Jihoon a smile, eyes flicking down to your plate as you moved the food around with your fork. Your mother talked family with the Lee family, and you felt a disgustingly intense sense of deja vu. Especially when Jihoon leaned over and smiled, a gentleness in his eyes that worked to ease your nerves.

“I heard about what happened…” he said softly. “I’m sorry. My parents told me I had to at least come and meet you.” You offered a polite chuckle. “If you’re uncomfortable I can tell them-.”

“No.” You said softly. “No, it’s okay,” you said softly. “It’s…it is what it is.” Jihoon frowned a bit as he watched you take a forkful of food into your lips. You looked at him. “Even if I wanted to try and get back with him….He’s been put in another marriage….I think of an actress from his father’s company.” 

Jihoon hissed, which made you cover your mouth to laugh. “Ah, I’m sorry!”

“No. It’s okay…” you said again. As your parents directed your attention back to them, you offered one more look at Jihoon before wondering if this one would end similarly to Mingyu’s. Loved and lost in six months. 

That didn’t happen, and you found yourself standing in front of Jihoon, who fixed his suit and offered you a kind smile. When you looked at the man to your right, he offered you a smile, squeezing your hand in reassurance. It worked for a few seconds before the priest started talking and you zoned out the entire wedding. 

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The party was just as lavish as the wedding, in the same building, decorated to the nines. You and Jihoon were put in the center, at a long table overlooking the dance floor and the guests surrounding you. Your eyes must have been darting left and right because Jihoon gently put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Looking for someone?” he asked, a small smile on his face. You looked over at him, not needing to respond for him to know the answer. “I saw him go outside after we left the other room.” 

“I see,” you said. Your eyes fluttered back to the tables where guests were mingling and drinking, happy in the union they got to witness. Jihoon leaned back in his chair. 

“I’m-.”

“Don’t,” you said, finally offering a gentle smile. “It’s okay. You know that.” Jihoon’s eyes flickered in uncertainty, but you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “We should be celebrating. Let me get some fresh air, then let’s dance or something.”

Jihoon laughed a bit, sipping his drink and nodding. “I’ll be looking forward to watching you make a complete fool of yourself.” he teased. You scoffed, standing up and smoothing out your dress. 

“I’ll have you know I bought my dress specifically to dance in,” you said. Jihoon laughed. 

“Aren’t you corseted?” he asked, an eyebrow raised as he scanned your dress. You waved him off as you headed out the back doors, towards the balcony. 

You rested against the balcony of the back patio, staring up at the sky. You could hear the muffled party through the glass doors, and you sighed, resting your chin in your hand. It wasn’t supposed to be this way….it just wasn’t. 

It took a few seconds of being lost in thought for you to hear your name being called, and when you turned, you saw Mingyu resting against the door, even glowing in the moonlight. He smiled sweetly. “You look really beautiful.”

“Thank you…” you said softly. You watched him approach you, hands in your pockets. He stopped just beside one of the patio tables, keeping a comfortable distance between you. “I can’t stay too long but…I wanted to make sure I saw you.” 

You looked up at the other and felt a genuine smile form on your lips. “Thank you. I’m glad you came. I didn’t think you would.”

“Jihoon-hyung told me I should,” he said. “At first I thought he was trying to rub it in my face but he doesn’t seem like that kind of guy. I think he knew it’d mean a lot to you.”

“It does.” You said gently. A moment of silence fell between you and you shifted in your spot, rubbing your hands together. Mingyu put his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his feet. 

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. Mingyu looked at you, smiling a bit. “I’m sorry for my mother and…everything that happened….I could have done more.”

“I could have too,” he said gently. “But we were young…we were only 18..” 

“I know,” you said softly. “And Jihoon is great but….you should be there with me.” Mingyu smiled a hint of sadness in the way his lips turned up. 

“Don’t say that,” he whispered. 

“It’s true.” You said quickly. Mingyu sighed, running a hand through his hair. The silence returned, thicker this time. “I’m sorry…” you said again. Mingyu only nodded this time. “I hope…that down the line…we can work together without any arguments. Whatever happened to our parents has nothing to do with us.” 

“I agree,” he assured. “I look forward to working with you.” he stuck his hand out. You hesitated, but took his hand and shook it. Mingyu hesitated, lifting your hand and placing a gentle kiss on the knuckles. You saw his eyes flash towards the ring on your finger and smiled. “That’s beautiful. Jihoon-hyung did a great job picking it out.”

You nodded, your hand dropping from his hold though the touch still lingered. “Thank you.” You said softly. “...I love you.” You said. “I always will. And I wish things could be different.” 

“...I love you too,” he assured. Mingyu smiled, waving you off before heading off the patio, down the steps, and seemingly out to the front of the venue. You watched him for a few seconds, craning your neck to see if you could see him again. 

The door to the party flung open, and your mother smiled in your direction. “Come on honey! You can’t miss your wedding! We’re about to do the cake!” A pause and her smile dropped a bit. “Are you okay?”

You hesitated. “Yeah Mom, I’m coming,” you said, before following her inside and closing the door. As you were led to the cake, you saw Jihoon fixing his tie while he waited. He smiled as you came to his side, offering you the cutting knife. As the party turned their attention to the both of you, you looked back out towards the balcony, now empty. You gripped the cutting knife, the knuckles Mingyu kissed turning white. 

“What kind of wedding do you think we’ll have, Mingyu?” 

“Did you see him?” Jihoon asked, making you look over. He glanced in your direction as you nodded.

“I did,” you said gently. 

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✧Magnetic✧

Bada Lee x F Reader: You, the popular and cheerful cheer team captain, and Bada, the blunt and somewhat rebellious dance team captain, never crossed paths, but she may have had a crush on you. But someone was standing in Bada's way.

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Note: Sorry for being gone for a while guys, finals were hitting hard AND THEN I got sick😭. BUT IM BACK AGAIN, AND THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 700 FOLLOWERS🥹.

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College life was the epitome of deteriorating mental health, but for some people, it was somewhat enjoyable. It was the years of exploring early adulthood, something that helped people look forward to the long years.

You were one of them.

You stood there with your friends at the side of the hallway, pretty in your cheer uniform with the school colors. Your long dark hair was tied up into a high ponytail, revealing your beauty to the student body. The way you stood there, hand on the curve of your hip, your stance looked powerful and cute at the same time as a laugh escaped your lush lips.

“Bada, you need to stop staring at the girl. You’re gonna burn holes into her,” Tatter tells the older girl, and Bada rolls her eyes. “I can’t help it, she’s just so-“ Bada couldn’t even let out a sentence as her eyes drifted back onto you, letting out a groan. “-so beautiful.”

“Literally, just go talk to her,” Lusher suggests, and Bada scoffs. “I can’t be so random. We live in two different worlds.”

Which was true. You were the captain of your school's cheer team, had good grades, and a well-known sweetheart. Bada, on the other hand, was captain of the dance team, had mediocre grades at best, and seemed to have a slight attitude problem with strangers.

Yet here she was, head over heels for you, only gazing from afar. She didn’t understand what it was about you, though. There was no interaction. The two of you were polar opposites. So what truly was it?

It all started in her first year when Bada was in Biology class, grueling over the topics on the first day. You walked in late, sporting a tight-cropped hoodie and some sweatpants. You spoke to the professor in private, trying to give a proper explanation for your tardiness.

Meanwhile, in Bada’s eyes, you looked adorable with your messy bun and glasses. A picture she couldn’t get out of her head for years. Then she saw you in your uniform for the first time after two weeks. If only you saw how Bada almost kneeled for you in front of her friends. No decorum to be found in sight.

She would’ve gone up to you… only if she didn’t see a man’s arm wrapped around your waist.

Unfortunately, you were dating Choi Hanseoul, the school's most popular jock. You guys were the embodiment of a power couple. Your boyfriend was the captain of the football team, rich, and his face made everyone fall for him. Not Bada, though.

She never knew what you saw in the boy. Feeling as if a hefty amount of fog clouded his true self. It had girls in a trance that Bada couldn’t understand.

She would have cared less, but he has you.

Hanseoul was the biggest obstacle in Bada’s way. It made seeing him an all-out war in her mind. Every. Single. Time. 

All she wanted to do was punch the dude hard and run off with you. But she knew how much you cared for him. It was evident in your eyes, and every time Bada saw it, she felt as if she had been stabbed multiple times.

Why couldn’t you just be hers?

That’s been her dilemma for the past three years, and now you two are seniors, yet she still did nothing about her feelings. It was just that difficult for her.

“Is there a game later today?” Minah asks, a bit confused at your choice of attire. “Yeah, later today at six,” Lusher says, checking her phone to make sure she’s correct. “Are we going to that?” 

“Of course, we are since Bada unnie is quite literally in love with the girl that cheers for our school,” Tatter responds, cutting off Kyma as she teases the older girl. “Oh please, I’m sure you wanna see Audrey as well,” Tatter shrugs at Bada’s comment, “at least I admit that.”

“Oh, whatever.”

Bada usually didn't care much for the games; her focus was solely on you. When halftime rolled around and the cheer squad made their way to the field, Bada's attention intensified. You stood at the center of the group, ready to perform. As the music started, you danced, pom poms in hand, your face beaming joyfully. These moments were always different for Bada, who usually paid little attention to the sports events. She couldn't help but be captivated by how you moved, your energy infectious, and your happiness evident.

With each jump, twirl, and wave of your pom poms, Bada drew herself further into your presence, making her feel warm inside. The cheers from the crowd faded into the background, and it was as if there were only you and the music, creating a vigorous atmosphere. Even though the routine seemed straightforward, you managed to pack it with a surprising amount of emotion. Your genuine smile never wavered, and it seemed to Bada as if you were dancing for the crowd and the sheer love of the moment.

As the choreography reached its peak, the applause from the audience echoed around the stadium as everyone stood up, guaranteeing the success of the halftime show. Bada, however, remained in her seat, still caught in a trance. The world outside the bleachers ceased to exist for her, leaving only the lingering echoes of the dance and the desire to understand the joy that seemed to feel at that moment.

Bada kept her eyes on you while your attention faded from the crowd as you ran up to Hanseoul. He lifted you by your hips, twirly you around in his arms, and Bada heard the squeals of joy from your lips. You giggled at the warm feeling of Hanseoul’s face on your stomach, balancing yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders.

Every other student ‘awed’ when seeing the two of you…

and Bada just wanted to puke. 

Why did it feel like the world wanted her to suffer?  

Yet she wasn’t aware of what was happening behind closed doors.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Hanseoul asks you, arms resting on his knees, anger seething face. “I can’t help it when people talk to me, Hanseoul. Besides, it was for our damn History project,” you explain with frustration, gripping your hair. You were annoyed, constantly having to explain yourself. 

“Seungjae shouldn’t be talking to you, period, Y/n. He could just text you,” Hanseoul says, poking at your chest lightly several times. 

This was how it always was. The constant arguing and the absurd amount of jealousy were unbearable. It was like being locked in a cage, an animal wanting to taste the sensation of freedom. 

Almost every night, you cried and hated yourself for it. 

You put up this everlasting strong front to be “miss perfect” because it was all you knew. It was exhausting, needing to hide the fact that you were only human like everyone else. So why were you staying with Hanseoul?

Well, you did love him at the start. He was a sweetheart, someone who was willing to put you before themselves. Then, something shifted in the air when you both hit your third year of university. The two of you got busier, becoming vice-captains of your team, having multiple advanced placement classes, and being in different friend groups, which caused a stir within the relationship. 

You were noticeably blossoming into even more of a woman, triggering something in Hanseoul’s mind. The man suddenly became possessive, which you thought was cute at first… until it wasn’t. He inserted himself in areas of your life that were supposed to be for your enjoyment only, seemingly becoming rather obsessed with you.

The reason for staying with Hanseoul was to stay afloat within the school. The thought of being a nobody terrifies you, not because of the popularity, but because of being alone. Hanseoul at least kept a certain comfort around, even if it was suffocating.

“I’m tired of talking about this, Han. I need to head to class,” You tell him, picking up your bag as you leave the private study room, clearly over the entire argument. You freshen up in the bathroom, fixing your disheveled hair and reapplying the pink gloss that faded from all the words being yelled at in the past hour. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you smiled, trying to find something to grasp onto. You didn’t care if it was hope, happiness, or even the thought of your exhausting assignments. You just wanted your mind off of him.

But you fail, the smile fading quickly as a heavy sigh leaves your freshly glossed lips. A wet feeling muddled your eyes as you hung your head low, leaning on the bathroom sink. Seeing the droplets of tears coming down, you take a deep breath and wipe them away. “You’re better than this Y/n. No one can tell you otherwise,” you give yourself a pep talk, dabbing your face with the use of your sleeve, sniffling every bit of sadness that escaped.

You walked out of the bathroom, looking like your usual happy self, as people greeted you warmly. Rushing your pace, you enter the lecture hall to find the room filled, a single empty spot next to an individual with a black hoodie covering their head.

“Miss Kim, you’re late,” your professor states, making eye contact with you. You were about to say a random excuse, but your professor had a glimpse of your slightly red eyes. “You may go take your seat, and you didn’t miss much.”

You bow with a tight-lipped smile and make your way over to the only open seat. As you settle down and pull out your laptop to begin typing away, Bada raises her head from all the shuffling. The tall dancer was about to tell you to shut up so she could nap but froze when she saw you.

Feeling the piercing gaze on you, you turned to your right to see Bada’s pretty face, eyes wide, and mouth slacked open. “I’m sorry. Was I too loud?” Bada could only shake her head, not trusting any sound that could possibly come out of her mouth right now. 

You look at the blackboard, then look back at her, “I can take the notes and give them to you after class. If you’d like, at least?” Bada then shyly nods her head as you smile.

You paid attention as usual, and Bada thought she couldn’t do her usual ‘admire from afar,’ afraid of being caught. Yet you were so focused on the notes that you didn’t even seem to notice the slight peaks Bada would take.

She looked at your lips, the ones she wanted to kiss so much. Your nose, the cute shape of it, makes her heart swell. Then, your eyes, the feature that she loved about you dearly. 

But she pauses. Your eyes looked agitated, an ounce of redness prevalent. They weren’t the sparkling ones she adored. You were crying.

It had Bada’s heartbreaking in pieces, and she knew it would be weird to ask, but she couldn’t help it. “You okay?” You stiffened at Bada’s mumbling tone, not expecting the sudden question. “Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“You’re eyes… they’re red.” You pause, not knowing how to respond. “Um, I’m okay. Thanks for worrying, Bada.” The tall girl smiles at your words as you give her your famous smile. Then Bada was hit with a realization…

You knew her name.

Bada keeps her head down as her face heats up. Of course, you knew her name. You somehow knew everyone on this campus, so it shouldn’t be so shocking. But it was to Bada, the same girl who believed she shouldn’t have even existed in the same stratosphere as you.

After classes, Bada had left the room and found you leaning against the wall, phone in hand. When you meet each other’s gaze, you pull up an empty contact profile, “Let’s switch numbers so I can send the notes?” “Oh, um, yeah, sure.”

You give her your phone, and she types away. You were almost starstruck for the quick glimpse at the tall dancer. For the first time in your life, you were close to the famous woman on the campus. 

You knew your height difference, but her practically towering over you, even from a foot away, had your heart racing. Her eyes were sleek as she focused on the screen, her pink bottom lip being bit due to concentration. She is gorgeous, you thought, as your heart fluttered for the first time in a year. 

You freeze at the feeling, not knowing how to react, as Bada returns the phone. “I’ll send them to you later.” The tall girl just nods.

For the next two weeks, you and Bada messaged back and forth. It was mainly for your notes with pretty handwriting, but there were little conversations here and there.

Every time you send your notes, you leave little messages. 

‘Hey Bada! These are the notes from today. Hopefully you have a good night😊.’

‘I heard you had a dance competition today and won first place! Congrats on the win, captain!!! Here are the notes from today's lesson. Have a good night!’

‘BADAAAA! I saw the video of ur performance! YOUR SO COOL! There aren't many notes today, but I’ve been watching the video on repeat… i just wanted to let yk, good night!’ 

Bada found them endearing, and she felt like you were trying to become her friend, so why not reciprocate the energy? The next day, Bada decided to come up to you while you sat down with Hanseoul in the cafeteria. His arm was placed around your shoulders, and you looked uncomfortable, trying to hide the fact.

“Y/n?” You look up and see Bada’s cold gaze contradicting with a small smile. Seeing the woman made you feel more relaxed in your current position. You weren’t extremely close with each other within the two weeks, but both of you gave each other the calming feeling you needed. 

“Oh, Bada, what’s up?” 

“I was hoping you could help me with the assignment Mr. Kwon gave us on Monday?” The tall dancer asked with a glimmer of hope but noticed the cold stare Hanseoul was giving you, which you clearly chose to ignore. “Oh, of course. Text me when your classes are over?” “Yeah, I can do that.”

You smile and notice the glares on your right, and you internally scoff, “Bada, Hanseoul, and I still have class, but I’ll see you later, okay?” Bada nodded and watched the two of you walk off, not before Hanseoul looked back over his shoulder with a glare.

“Gosh, I’m sorry I took so long, Bada. Were you waiting for a while?” You asked, panting as you rushed to the cafe where Bada sat, notes and laptop out on the table. “No, no, I wasn’t. I only got here about five minutes ago. I mean, are you okay though?” Bada notices your red face, and one could assume it is because you rushed to get here, but Bada knows that no matter how tired you are, you still look pristine.  

You and Hanseoul were arguing AGAIN. This time, it is about you hanging out with Bada. This time, you walked out, not even saying a peep about the situation. You believed Bada was harmless, and I mean, how bad could she be when all she wanted was help on an assignment?

“I’m fine, just a little rushed because of the wind.”

“Let’s get this started then?” You ask, and she nods excitedly, her eyes puppy-like as she looks at you. You giggle as you take out your belongings on the table. 

As you began to teach the assignment, Bada's eyes remained fixed on you. She watched your every movement, hanging on to your words with an eagerness that wasn't lost on you. It was a side of Bada you hadn't seen before – a softness and admiration that contrasted with her usual bold demeanor.

After a while, you couldn't help but notice Bada stealing glances at you, her cheeks tinted with a subtle blush. It made you feel a warmth inside, a pleasant surprise to witness this more vulnerable side of her. You continued explaining the assignment, but a small smile played on your lips as you couldn't ignore the adorable sight of Bada trying to conceal her admiration.

As the tutoring session progressed, Bada became more at ease with the assignment and in your presence. Her initial shyness seemed to dissipate, replaced by a newfound comfort. It was as if a bridge had been built between you two, connecting your worlds in a way that transcended the academic subject.

Feeling the positive energy, you suggested, "You're catching on quickly. How bout we take a break and grab something to eat? There's this new tteok shop nearby."

Bada's eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly, her usual confidence returning as she agreed to the break. As you both stepped out of the cafe and into the crisp air, Bada hesitated momentarily as if contemplating something. Then, with a shy smile, she looked up at you.

"Hey, the dance team’s holding a party for the end of the semester. It's gonna be fun, some drinks and games. Would you, uh, wanna come?" Bada's usual straightforwardness wavered, revealing a side of her that caught you off guard. The contrast from her usual boldness made the invitation even more endearing.

You couldn't help but smile at her, charmed by the unexpected sweetness in her invitation. "Sure, I'd love to go to your party. Just send me the details?"

“You’re not going to that fucking party, Y/n,” you heard Hanseoul’s voice from the phone as you did your hair. You had already changed into a short pink velvet bodycon dress, and your face had a pretty natural makeup look on.

Hanseoul's eyes widened in disbelief as your words hung heavy in the air. The room felt tense, the weight of the impending decision settling in. Your frustration with the argument about the party had peaked, and your voice's weariness underscored the toll the disagreement had taken on you.

Ignoring the brewing storm of emotions, you continued to adjust your hair, focusing solely on your reflection. The gravity of your words seemed to take a moment to register with Hanseoul, who, up until then, had been more concerned about controlling the situation.

"Is that how it's gonna be?" he finally responded, the question tinged with a mix of surprise and frustration.

You took a deep breath, meeting his gaze through your phone's screen. "Hanseoul... let's break up."

The words hung heavy in the silence that settled over the conversation. Hanseoul's face displayed a mix of shock and disbelief as if he hadn't anticipated the conversation taking such a drastic turn. The realization of the gravity of your decision seemed to dawn on him slowly.

"All because of a damn party?" he retorted, his tone a blend of incredulity and frustration. The question hung in the air, demanding an explanation for what seemed like an abrupt and drastic choice.

You sighed, weariness evident in your eyes. "It's not just about the party, Hanseoul. It's about us, the constant arguments, and not being on the same page. Reevaluate our entire relationship, THEN come back to me when you figure out what's wrong."

The weight of the words loitered, the truth behind them almost finalizing the reality of the situation. Your phone screen displayed Hanseoul's stunned expression, frozen in time as your words sank in. The decision to end a relationship was easy, and in that moment, it felt like a necessary step towards finding the peace and freedom you sought.

As the Uber left you at the entrance of the large Airbnb, the pulsating bass of music echoed through the walls, announcing the lively gathering inside. Stepping through the door, you were immediately immersed in a sea of lively young adults, almost all grinding and throwing it back on each other. Intoxicated laughter and the scent of various drinks filled the air, chaoticness evident with the blink of an eye.

Your gaze swept through the crowd, ultimately landing at the back of the room where your eyes locked with Bada's. A warm and genuine grin lit up her face as she navigated through the lively crowd to greet you.

"I'm so glad you could make it," Bada exclaimed, enveloping you in a hug that allowed the sweet scent of your perfume to waft into her senses, prompting a contented sigh. "Let's get you a drink?" Her offer was met with your enthusiastic nod, your bright smile reflecting the excitement that animated Bada's expression.

As the night unfolded, you found relief in the company of those around you, downing the five shots as you sought a sense of comfort. Bada remained silent by your side, her attentive presence never leaving in the midst of the lively crowd.

Observing your somewhat jittery demeanor, Bada leaned in, her voice cutting through the loud music. "Hey, wanna get some fresh air?"

Your response was hesitant but agreeable, and you found yourselves venturing to the backyard together. Settling into the outdoor arrangement, the subtle ambiance of the solar lights provided a short break from the energy inside. Bada, with a discreet cough, broke the silence.

"So, what's going on, Y/n?" she inquired, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. "Something's on your mind."

Caught off guard by her perceptiveness, your eyes widened, followed by a heavy sigh. It seemed you weren't as secretive as you thought. "Um, Hanseoul and I—"

"We broke up…"

The words hung in the air, and Bada, despite wanting to be empathetic with you, couldn't help but feel a surge of joy at the news. It wasn't that she took pleasure in your pain, but the idea of being there for you in a time of vulnerability sparked a glimmer of hope in her eyes. As you opened up about the recent breakup, Bada couldn't deny the swirling emotions within her, realizing that this unexpected turn of events might have worked in her favor.

In the hushed serenity of the backyard, Bada's eyes softened as she looked at you. Her gaze showed genuine warmth as she spoke, "I'm sorry to hear that, Y/n. I'm here for you if you ever need someone to talk to or just hang out with."

Your gratitude was evident as you met her eyes, appreciating the sincerity of her offer. But you couldn’t be happier where you were right now. A party, something you haven’t experienced by yourself in years, made you… happy. The past few weeks, Bada proved to be something as relaxing as a home, a source of comfort and understanding as you navigate the rough patches of your now-old relationship.

"I was thinking... Maybe we can go to the amusement park next week? Just the two of us?" The uncharacteristic shyness in her voice only added to the charm of the moment.

Surprised but genuinely touched, you couldn't help but smile. "I'd love that, Bada."

The air was filled with silence, and as your eyes met Bada's, a warmth exuded from the connection between you two. The party continued around you, but everything seemed to fade into the background at that moment.

As the night unfolded and the stars took their place in the sky, Bada hesitated momentarily. The music played softly, creating a backdrop for what felt like a turning point. In a soft voice, almost drowned by the rhythmic beats, Bada confessed, "Y/n, I... I really like you."

The words hung in the air, and the vulnerability in Bada's admission mirrored the uncharted territory you both found yourselves in. The realization that this wasn't just a friendship but something more settled in and your heart echoed the sentiment.

A tender smile played on your lips, and with a sincerity that matched the atmosphere of the evening, you replied, "Bada… I think I like you too." 

Your words left the two of you smiling, and Bada couldn’t bear facing you as she felt her cheeks growing red fast. Your fingers steadily make their way to her hands that lay flat on the bench, and without her noticing, you take her warm hands into yours. The feeling had Bada look up in shock, and you giggle at the reaction. Bada’s flustered state always seemingly amused you. Just never used to the out-of-character responses.

“I can get used to this,” you say, smiling as you stare into the starry skies. “Yeah,” Bada responds, staring at your pretty face, “I definitely can too.”

Tag list (OPEN): @bada-lee-ily @froufrousnowman @amararosesblog @tikitsune @nimixe @lorenztired @sammybeefangirls @cephox @1luvkarina @pinksults @princhii

[sapphic-bats]

She says it, and Luca freezes.

“What did you say?”

Giulia twists her lips down into a frown, one she wears often when she’s puzzled.

“I know, I said.”

Two weeks away from their ride back to Portorosso, and Luca was beginning to panic — just a little. He’d dragged Giulia off into her Mamà’s garden, lush and green and spotted with roses (he recognized them best of all), and swore her into secrecy.

Luca was at a loss for words. “What do you mean, ‘you know’?”

Giulia scoffed. “Luca, you’re not as secretive as you’d like to think you are,” she blows a strand of curly, red hair out of her face and shrugs. “Papà and I knew you were hiding something from the moment you sat down for dinner.”

Luca scrunches his nose. “What? No,” he shakes his head. “I’m not talking about us being sea monsters.”

“Neither am I,” Giulia replied, lightning fast. “Papà and I assumed that you and Alberto were just hiding the fact that you were an item.”

At the blatant look of desperate confusion on the poor boy’s face, Giulia rephrased.

“A thing?” Nothing; no reaction, and no understanding. “Like, a couple?”

“A couple of what?”

“Dating, Luca! We thought you were dating.”

After a long moment, Luca squinted. “Dating who?”

“Santa pecorino- Luca,” she pressed her hands together before her lips and exhaled. “We both assumed that your little segreto was that you and Alberto were dating each other.”

Luca’s face went pink, and she knew it wasn’t sunburn. He couldn’t sunburn. Especially not that quickly. “What?”

Giulia nodded. “Which, apparently, you weren’t. I know that now.”

“You’ve known for a while, right?”

A pause. “I know that now.”

He couldn’t believe it. “You thought that- that we—” his cheeks burned. “This whole time?”

“What else was I supposed to think? You two weren’t exactly subtle.”

“Apparently we weren’t obvious either!” He pressed a hand to his face, hoping that cold blood would cool him down. He’d learned that in biology, but it seemed that his blood was versatile between The Change.

“Well? What does it matter?” Giulia shrugged again, earnestly. “You like him now.”

“I’ve liked him the whole time, Giulia!” He facepalmed, this time. “I just didn’t know!”

“Well, then, I could have saved you a whole lot of time, couldn’t I?”

The silence that fell over them both — Luca stewing in the sheer astonishment and laugh-less hilarity of it all, and Giulia waiting for him to buck up and speak again — was like cool waves over the undertow.

Finally, Luca drew in a deep breath, and spoke around the hands slapped to his face.

“What am I gonna do?”

Giulia, despite how Luca felt, let a small smile rise on her face. Looping an arm around his shoulders, she pulled him closer.

“You’ll figure it out. You both will.”

Two weeks later, when Luca got off that train, he did. Alberto did, too. The pieces fell into place, and suddenly, there was nothing left to hide.

[silent-raven13]

Hey! <3🫶🏿

Gwen and Pav saw Hobie laid back being chill, they thought he looks so cool with his 'I don't care' personality. They noticed how many girls he would get around him, it's crazy to see him flirting and putting on his British Charm just to get them blush. The ultimate Rizzler as Pav giggles about it between Gwen. They were laughing at the way the girls fawn over Hobie's bad boy charm, his slick coolness bloom.

"Another girl gave him, her number?" Gwen asked as they stopped another anomaly in this world.

Pav nodded, "Yup! Too bad they will never get a call from him. His world is in the 70s."

"Oh yeah, he doesn't know about certain technology..." Gwen giggles.

"You know, what I noticed!"

"What?"

"Have you noticed how chill, and carefree he is, but" Pav turns his view to Gwen, "You saw how he reacts with-"

"Miles!" The two said at the same time with agreement. The two noticed how pink their punker gets whenever Miles comes around or touchy feely, he tries to play it off as being a kind friend.

"Right? He totally has a crush on him!" Pav said with excitement.

Gwen asked, "Who Miles having a crush on Hobie or Hobie has a crush on Miles?"

"Both!"

"Ahh," She grins widely, "Yeah, my gaydar keep going off whenever I see those two together."

"Are you okay with him crushing on your Miles?" Pav asked being concerned with Gwen's feeling. The Ghost-Spider did had feelings with their artistic friend.

"Yeah, me and him talked about our... feelings for one another isn't gonna work out. I'm pretty much trying to figure myself out first, and it's not fair to him after the whole Canon crap with Miguel." She sighs feeling a bit guilty to put her friend through so much. "It's fair for him to date someone..." Her blue eyes stare off at Hobie merely chatting to the teenage girls before they left. "Hobie would be good for Miles, and the same with Miles being good for him."

"Awe, you're such a good friend. You sacrifice your own selfish needs so your best friend can be happy! I'm so proud of you!" Pav hugs her with joy almost teary eye.

Gwen let out a low chuckle, "It's not that deep."

"Oh but it is. Gwen, you're a true Spider-woman!"

"Ha, yeah. I am!" She grins widely showing off her gap tooth.

"Hey, mates. What you two talking about?" Hobie calls them over as he walks toward them with his hands in his pockets. His wicks bounces by every step he takes.

"Nothing! Just... we wonder if you could rizz up anyone!" Pav said out loud.

"Rizz?" He tiled his head at the modern slang. The poor guy takes a while to understand his friends' slang because they live in a time where everything is modern. Especially when technology is so advance, he can understand it since he's one smart punker. Yet, it takes time for him to understand the devices like Smartphones, computers that are in smaller forms called tablets? What a wild time for him to live!

"You know, Rizz! To flirt or woo a person! It's a popular slang in our worlds." Pav explained, "Can you charm anyone if you want?"

"I wouldn't say everyone, but yeah. Why?" Hobie eyes at his two friends.

"Well, we know you always get girls to talk to you. We just want to know your secret." The blond teenager said.

"It's pretty easy. You just be cool, calm, relax like this," He kept his posture the same, "and give a look like this. Have your eyelids half open and smirk." His eye lids half open almost alluring, his smirk made his lips more lush, something about his face always enchant them.

They got Pav and Gwen blushing a bit at how easily they were rizzed by their friend. "Oh my Brahma! Turn that off! Turn that off, I think I almost fallen for you!" Pav put his hand on Hobie's face being on his tippy toes.

"Guh-" Hobie muffled by the sudden hands on his face.

Gwen could only closed her eyes, with her arms crossed and foot tapping on the ground. She's too upset with herself to be woo by Hobie's charms, and it wasn't all that much. Damn, he got her.

"You two asked!" Hobie chuckles in amusement, "Nothing wrong with that..."

"Well, it's better than what Miles' learn from his Uncle." Gwen admits finally looking at her friend.

Pav laughs out loud pulling his hands away from Hobie's face, "Oh yeah, the hand on the shoulder then go," He mimics the move to Gwen with is hand placed on her left shoulder, and his voice deeper, "Hey!"

"AHHH, ewww!" Gwen laughs with shrills in her voice being so weirded out by that move. "Ugh, it's so bad!"

"Hahaha, tell me about it. It's just weird!" Pav laughs along with Gwen having to do a little jog in place to release his laughter out somehow. "I bet you can pull it off." He said to the punker.

"Me? Pfft, I doubt it. It looks bonkers!" Hobie said out loud. "Your not gonna catch me doing that."

"Okay, but can you rizz up Miles? The same way you did with me and Pav. We wanna see his reaction."

Hobie bite his bottom lip, cursing himself to brag a bit. "Sure..." Putting a fake smiles, he saw Gwen and Pav giggles among themselves. Something tells him this might be bad...

~Later at Headquarters ~

"I told you, I have my own way." Hobie said to Pav.

"Oh, come on. You got show us what kind of move your gonna do!"

Gwen saw Miles portal opening up, "Um... Guys get ready. Miles is coming.

Miles run out of the portal to find his friends, "Hey, guys! I'm sorry I was late, had to finish up a project for tomorrow's class." He breathes heavily.

Hobie's whole body frozen, he could feel his heart beat in his ears, for the first time he felt his pawns sweating, "Oh you're just in time, right Hobie?" Gwen giggles.

Miles look at the tall singer with admiration, his doe like eyes couldn't get any bigger with those honey-glazed brown eyes. Pav and Gwen saw how Hobie's magazine collage around him turns pink with small fonts that read, "Fuckfuckfuck!"

The punker had a plan to do his look, but Miles' joyful face caught his off guard, Once again.

"Oh hi, Hobie! What's up, man?" Miles let out a small smile at him.

Hobie calmly walk up to Miles having his normal color, then he awkwardly place his right hand on Miles' right shoulder being taken an aback by this sudden gesture.

Gwen groans, "Oh no, not that."

"Oh boy..." Pav shook his head.

Then Hobie let out a small smirk then said, "Hey."

"That looks so damn awkward from here." Gwen said to Pav.

Pav nodded, "Not even his accent came save him. No way this will-" The two saw Miles being super bashful, his hand on his cheeks heated as was wooed by Hobie.

"It works on him!!!" Gwen stood in shock.

"Wow!" Pav's mouth dropped. "The bar is really low for him then?"

"So cool." Miles said, being flustered. "Hobie, how can you do that while be cool?"

"I'm always cool, luv." He grins widely, pulling his hand away. Not his best move, but it did the job. Gwen and Pav watches being too surprised. No one can rizz like Hobie!

"Ca-can you teach me, man!" Miles' eyes gleams bright almost like two sunflowers being blessed by the sunlight, his body bend low to meet Hobie's eyes, those luscious plump lips suddenly look so glossy almost kissable. The sixteen year old hold his arms behind his back as he cheeks flustered from being shy to ask for more advice, "Please, Hobie? I want to be cool like you, hmm?" He pucker his lips trying to do his best puppy dog pout.

Hobie's eyes widen like he saw something so forbidden, something too damn cute. It was all too much for him, his whole body turned pink to red to soft pink then flashing through many pinks and reds. It stopped when his whole body turns to sparkle heart shape stamps red paper.

"WHOA! I never seen him do that before!" Gwen shouted in shock.

Pav gasps, "He can have sparkle paper!"

"Um... Hobie?" Miles' hand gently tug Hobie's sleeve.

The seventeen year old quickly cover his mouth trying to hold in his own colors, the red becoming vivid. "Um.. yeah, Sunflower." He couldn't stop looking at Miles, he's just too damn cute for his own good.

"I was hoping you can teach me," Miles' hand gently rub Hobie's hand, feeling the cold spandex and long fingers with his own slender warm hands. "right now?" He looks up at Hobie with those bright eyes and beautiful sunkisses glowing cheeks.

Hobie froze again almost fainting. "Hobie, are you okay, man?" Touching Miles' hand was enough to send him fainting, he felt his whole body to warm... too red for his own good.

"I'm... I'm fine, luv." He lies trying to play it off.

Pav whistled, "Looks like they're meant to be!"

"Ditto. Let's go get lunch!" Gwen offers.

"Oh sweet! Let's leave the lovebirds." The two walks away to go get some food. Looks like the Rizzler have been rizzed by Miles.

Miles merely smiles at Hobie, who is still frozen in place being all sparkly with red and pink colors. "Hobie, your so funny..." Miles giggles.

[bat-mom-writer]

Bat boys seeing their baby sister that is like 13 being in love for the first time/living her first romance and feeling a bit over protective

Gonna say, I was never one to like to writing about first time crushes, but there you go.

Guardians of Heart

Reader(mom) X Richard(Dick) Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne.

Summery: The boys spy on their sister, Meillia, at the park. While they do, they get caught by their mother.

(I do not own any DC characters)

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"Do you see her?" Dick Grayson, known to the world as the first Robin, leaned over to whisper to his brothers, Jason Todd and Tim Drake, they pear through their binoculars.

"Yeah, she's at the swings," Tim replied, his voice tight.

"Is she with… him?" Dick's voice was low and strained, his grip on the binoculars tightening.

Jason squinted before confirming, "Yeah, it's that kid from her math class."

The three brothers watched from the shadows of an oak tree of a park as Meillia chatted with the object of her affection. The playground was alive with the chatter of young voices, but to them, it was just background noise. All that mattered was their baby sister's heart fluttering with its first crush.

"What does she even see in…him?" Jason made the same dramatic distasteful sound that seemed to echo their collective thoughts. The boy was no taller than Meillia, with a mop of unruly hair that danced in the breeze. He had a crooked smile that seemed to be perpetually plastered on his face, and he talked with his hands, which made the boys suspicious of his sincerity.

Dick's eyes narrowed as he observed the interaction. "Maybe he has her under some hypnosis," he suggested.

Tim snorted. "Or maybe he's not even boy. Maybe he's an alien, sent here to infiltrate our family." His voice was laden with sarcasm, but there was a tinge of doubt in his tone. They had faced enough strange adversaries in their crime-fighting careers to know that anything was possible in Gotham.

"I'm just saying, we can't be too sure," Dick insisted, his gaze never leaving the couple on the swings. "We need to do some reconnaissance."

Jason nodded solemnly, "Roger that, N1."

Tim rolled his eyes but couldn't help but agree. "Okay, so what's the plan?"

"Simple," Dick said, his voice firm. "R3, you're on recon. Find out everything you can about this kid. School records, friends, any suspicious activities. We need to know who we're dealing with."

Tim nodded, pocketing the binoculars. "On it," he said, slipping away to start his mission.

Dick turned to Jason, who was still watching Meillia and the boy. "R2, never take your eyes off them, especially him."

Jason nodded, his expression serious. "Got it," he murmured, his eyes scanning the playground like a hawk.

"I'm going to get closer and find out what they're talking about," Dick decided, his heart thudding in his chest.

"Keep your distance," Jason cautioned, his eyes still glued to the scene before them. "We don't want to spook her."

"Relax, I know what I'm doing," Dick whispered back, a smirk playing on his lips. He had a knack for blending into the background, a skill honed from years of fighting crime beside their father, Batman. He moved with the grace of a cat burglar, sticking to the shadows as he approached the swings.

The boy, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, was talking animatedly, gesturing wildly with his hands. Meillia was giggling, her cheeks flushed pink. Dick's heart clenched at the sight. She was their little sister, and he didn't want her to get hurt. They had all lost so much in their lives, especially when it came to family and relationships.

He crouched behind a particularly lush bush, its leaves whispering secrets to him in the gentle breeze. The earth was damp beneath his knees, but he ignored the discomfort, focusing solely on the conversation that floated over to him like a butterfly's wings.

"…and then, Mr. Jenkins said I could join the mathletes team!" Meillia's voice was filled with excitement.

The boy with the unruly hair beamed at her. "That's amazing, Mel! You're going to kill it!"

Dick's ears perked up at the phrase. 'Kill it' wasn't something you said to a 13-year-old about a mathletes competition unless you had something to hide. The phrase echoed in his mind as he dissected it, searching for hidden meaning. It was almost as if he could hear the cogs of his detective brain whirring into gear.

"Whatcha doin' Dick?" The voice was soft but unmistakable. He swiveled his head, keeping his body low to the ground.

This non-biological mother stood there, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She had a knowing smile, and Dick felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. She was the mother they had all grown to love and respect, even if she wasn't the one who had given them birth. She had taken them in, given them a home, and had become the glue that held their patchwork family together.

"Oh, hi Mom," Dick greets, his eyes darting to the swings where Meillia and her crush were now playing a game of tag. "I was just… looking for my…uh…binoculars?"

She raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Your binoculars?"

Dick nodded vigorously. "Yeah, they're…uh, really good for bird watching."

Her eyes twinkled with mirth as she stepped closer. "I see," she said, her gaze dropping to the binoculars that indeed hung around his neck. "And what type of bird are you observing today?"

Dick's cheeks burned hotter than a Gotham summer night. "Just… the usual," he said, trying to play it cool. "Robins."

Her smile grew even wider as she leaned down and whispered, "Why don't you tell me the truth, Dick?"

Her knowing gaze made him squirm. Dick sighed and sat back on his heels. "Okay, we're just… keeping an eye on Meillia."

"Keeping an eye on her or spying on her?" She corrected him gently, her smile never wavering.

"Well, uh… it was Jason's idea." Dick quickly pointed to the tree Jason was hiding behind.

Jason's head popped out, his eyes widening in shock. "What the hell, man?" he exclaimed, catching many parents' attain at the language.

"Keep it down, R2," Dick hissed, jabbing a finger at his lips.

Jason's eyes narrowed, but he clamped his mouth shut, glaring at Dick. Her smile didn't fade as she sat down beside him. "So, what's going on with Mel?"

"She's got a crush," Dick confessed. "And we just… we want to make sure he's good enough for her."

Her smile softened into something more understanding. "Ah, I see," she said, her eyes drifting to the playful scene on the swings. "Well, she's a smart girl. I'm sure she'll figure it out herself."

"But what if he breaks her heart?" Dick blurted out, his eyes reflecting his fear. "Or, worse, what if he's dangerous?"

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "He's 13," she said simply, her voice soothing.

"So were we when we started fighting crime," Dick reminded her, his eyes still fixed on the couple.

She chuckled softly. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation," she said, shaking her head. "alright, Tim, Jason, come out," she called, her voice carrying over the playground without raising an alarm. "I'm too old to be dragging you two out of trees like you're still in shorts and capes."

The two brothers emerged from their hiding spots, trying to look casual. Meillia and her friend glanced over, and the boy waved awkwardly, his cheeks reddening. Dick felt a strange mix of pride and protectiveness swell within him.

"Mom?" Meillia's voice was sweet and curious as she approached them. The boy at her side looked up at the trio of older brothers with a mix of awe and trepidation.

"Hi, Meillia," she said, her voice a blend of affection and amusement. "Having fun?"

Meillia's eyes darted between the three of them, and she nodded, a hint of suspicion in her gaze. "Yeah, just hanging out."

Dick forced a casual smile, his heart racing. "That's great, Mel."

"Yeah, just great," Jason murmured under his breath, still glaring at the boy.

"Who's this?" she asked, her eyes on the boy, who was now fidgeting under their collective stare.

"This is Billy," Meillia said, her voice a touch defensive. "He's in my math class."

She eyes never left the boy as she nodded. "Hi, Billy. It's nice to meet you."

Billy stuttered a greeting, clearly intimidated by the sudden appearance of the three older Wayne brothers. Dick took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. They couldn't scare off every boy who looked at Meillia. That was a surefire way to push her away from them, and that was the last thing they wanted.

"Billy," Meillia said, turning to her friend with a look of horror on her face. "These are…my brothers. Dick, Jay, and Tim." She paused, then added, "Where's Dame?"

"One second." she voice was firm yet gentle as she moved with the grace of a panther around the oak tree, reaching up and plucking a squirming figure out of the branches above. Damian Wayne, the youngest of the brothers and the current Robin, landed with a thump on the ground beside them, leaves fluttering down around him.

"What the—?" Damian began, his eyes flashing with annoyance at the interruption, but they softened when he saw Meillia standing there with a boy he hadn't met before. He straightened up, brushing himself off.

"And Dame," Meillia said again, her voice filled with a hint of exasperation. "This is Billy."

Damian looked at Billy with a scrutinizing gaze that could make even the most hardened criminals sweat. "The one you have a crush on," he said, his tone devoid of any emotion.

Meillia's eyes widened, "Dame!"

"What? It's true, isn't it?" Damian said, his voice as innocent as a saint's. Dick had to hand it to him; the kid had nerve.

"Damian!" Meillia's cheeks were now a deep shade of red. "You're not supposed to tell people that!" Damian shrugged, his eyes never leaving Billy.

Their mother swung a hand the back Damian's head, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and warning. "Let's not scare him away, Dame," she said, her voice firm but loving.

Damian's eyes remained on Billy, but he nodded, his expression unreadable. "As you wish, Mother."

"Well, now that's it in the open," Jason said, stepping forward with a forced casualness that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Bill, right?"

Billy nodded, his eyes darting between the four imposing figures before him. "It's actually Billy-"

"Bill," Jason interrupted, his eyes never leaving the boy's face. "What do you want with our sister?"

Billy's eyes grew wide, his cheeks a matching shade of Meillia. "N-noth… I mean, I just… I like her, okay?" He stuttered, his hands shaking slightly.

"That's enough, guys," Meillia said firmly, stepping in front of Billy, her hands on her hips. "You're all being so weird."

Jason's gaze didn't waver from Billy's face. "You know who else is acting weird, little squirt?" he asked, a sly smile playing on his lips, "This little man right here."

"Jason," their mother warned, her tone low but firm.

Jason shrugged, his smirk never leaving Billy's face. "What? He needs to know she's not just some girl."

"Jason, that's enough," She said, her tone brooking no argument. She turned to Billy, who was now visibly trembling. "Billy, Meillia, why don't you two go grab an ice cream?" She pulled out a few bills from her pocket and handed them to her daughter. "My treat."

Meillia took the money, casting a grateful look at her mother before dragging Billy away by the hand. As they retreated, the brothers could hear her whispering fiercely to him, likely explaining who they were.

She turned to the four of them, her eyes stern. "Alright, what's really going on?"

Dick cleared his throat. "Well, it's just that Mel's never had a crush before, and we want to make sure she's okay."

Tim nodded. "And that this Billy kid doesn't have any… issues," he added, his voice trailing off.

Jason's expression was unreadable as he stared at the retreating figures of Meilliaand Billy. "He's not good enough for her," he murmured, his eyes dark.

"You know how embarrassed you could have made Meillia?" She said, her voice a mix of amusement and reprimand as she watched the retreating backs of Meillia and Billy. The four older brothers winced, feeling like they had just been caught in the act of something they knew they probably shouldn't have been doing.

"It's just that lilla is our sister" Tim mumbled, his eyes on the ground.

"I know," she said, her tone gentle. "And I appreciate that you all care so much for her. But Meillia is growing up, and she's going to have her own experiences—good and bad. It's a part of life, and she needs to navigate it on her own terms."

The boys exchanged glances, each one wearing a look of discomfort and reluctance. They had all faced their own battles in the harsh reality of Gotham, but watching their little sister go through the same was something entirely different.

"We're just worried," Dick finally spoke up. "We've seen a lot, Mom. And we don't want her to get hurt."

She expression softened as she looked at her sons. "I know," she said, her voice filled with understanding. "But the truth is, you can't protect her from everything. Sometimes, you just have to be there to help her make the right choices. Not make them for her."

The brothers nodded, though the tension didn't completely leave their bodies. They had been raised in the shadow of the Bat, and the instinct to protect was baked into their very bones.

"I'll watch over her from here," She said, her voice carrying the weight of experience. "You boys go home."

With a final nod, the brothers retreated, still keeping a discreet eye on Meillia and Billy. They didn't know how to handle this situation, but they knew they couldn't hover like overbearing guardians.

[gemini-sensei]

Hear me out... (unedited)

Reader just broke up with her boyfriend. She's sad about it, yeah, mostly because she's been looking for "the one." All she's ever wanted was to marry the love of her life and have a family with them, but it's slowly starting to feel like that is impossible as everyone she's gone out with has either said she isn't their type or things don't end well. Case and point, her most recent ex who found someone else...

Reader feels a little hopeless. As her friends start to make families of their own, she feels even worse. She's there for them as they go through pregnancy and have their babies, being an aunt to their kids and a babysitter when her friends want to have a night out. She loves the little ones, but at the same time, she feels cheated out of the life she wanted for herself.

Hawk, her best friend, watches from the sidelines and doesn't know what to do. He takes her out in an attempt to forget about it, distracts her mind from it all. The one time they got drunk, she swore up and down about how her ex made so many empty promises to her and how upset she was when he left because she thought he was the one. Why couldn't he have been the one?

She cried in Hawk's arms before throwing up on the bar floor. After that, he decided that drinking wasn't the best distraction. So they did other things... like play video games and go sight seeing and practice karate.

Reader appreciates everything he does for her. He's the best and she always tells him as much.

It's when Yasmine is pregnant that she comes to a realization. Well, Moon helps her get there.

As the two women are leaving Yasmine and Demetri's home, Reader says something about how she can't wait to have all of this; the lush house, the loving partner, a baby on the way. It's not the first time they've talked about this.

"Why wait at all?" Moon asks.

Reader sighs. "I don't know. I'm still trying to find that special someone, you know?"

"They're not worth waiting on if you're ready for a baby," Moon tells her. It's quiet for a moment, Reader a little warm in the cheeks. "Reader, we all know how long you've wanted a family. Sometimes it's all you talk about. Just skip the search for someone and go for the baby. No one said you had to actually have a partner to have a baby."

Reader looks at her, a little stunned. She knew single women had babies all the time, through whatever means led them to that path in life, but she never considered it for herself. She blinks and licks her lips, smiling. "I'll have to think about it."

Moon giggles. "Definitely think it over."

And she does. Reader thinks about it for months before she comes to a decision.

The first person she tells is Hawk.

"I've decided I'm gonna have a baby," she tells him.

He laughs. "We all knew this about you."

"No, I mean soon. I'm gonna get pregnant soon and have a baby, Hawk." He looks at her questionably because he's known her plan all their lives: meet the person of her dreams first, then start a family. Sitting with her in his lonely apartment, he knows she's single as fuck. She knows he knows this and goes on to elaborate. "I'm tired of waiting for someone to love me enough to have a baby with me. I'm just gonna do it myself."

"Okay, but that's a lot more responsibility put on you," he says, concerned and only looking out for her best interest.

She nods. "I know. I've thought through all of it. I know what I'm doing."

He stares at her and sees how determined she is in this decision. Whether he thinks her doing this on her own isn't the best idea or not, he knows he won't be able to change her mind. "Okay. So are you gonna go to a sperm bank and tell them you want a donation?"

"No," she says and he almost chokes on air.

"What?"

"That's too expensive," she tells him. "I can spend that money on something a lot better. I mean, who knows how much I'd waste if it doesn't take the first or second or even third time, you know? I'm just gonna find a tinder hookup and go from there."

Now he puts his foot down in protest. "No. No way, Reader. For someone who's put a lot of thought into this, that is the worst way to go. I mean, you could meet someone dangerous or someone that you don't want to get you pregnant. Just save up for the clinic."

"I don't want to wait for that," she tells him, looking at him rather cross. But it's more out of desperation than being angry. "What other choice do I have?"

He says it before he thinks it through. "You have me."

She stares at him stunned. "What?"

He swallows hard but committs to it. "Reader, I don't want you getting hurt. I mean, all I want is for you to be happy. I'd do anything for you. I'd kill for you and you know that. So why not this?"

She sits silently and listens, then asks, "You'd really do this for me?"

"I'd do this with you," he tells her. He takes her hand and squeezes it. "Then you wouldn't have to do this alone and the kid can have both parents around."

She smiles.

"This is what best friends are for, right?"

She laughs and hugs him, nearly knocking him over. "You're the most amazing best friend ever!"

They hold each other for a moment longer than maybe what was necessary, then pull away from each other. He smiles at her a little cheeky.

"So, should I go get a turkey baster?"

He hits him on the arm. "Shut up! And no!" She sits shyly for a moment, cheeks growing hot. "That's another reason I didn't wanna use a clinic... I still want the have the whole... involved experience."

His eyes darken and he licks his lips. "Oh, I see."

He puts a hand on her thick thigh and squeezes it. She giggles nervously and puts her hand on his.

"Now isn't the time," she tells him, quickly explaining, "I'm not ovulating."

"We could still practice," he offers, wearing a cheeky smile.

She bites her lip and nods. "Yeah, a little practice wouldn't hurt."

They move to his bedroom, where their friendship takes on a whole new meaning. As he holds her pudgy waist and pounds her from behind, he silently hopes it takes some time for her to get pregnant because it's the best sex he's ever had. She moans and curls her fingers into the sheets, also wishing the same thing.

And even when they're cuddling in his sheets after their practice run, they're blind to the fact that this changes everything. But it does at least open up their hearts to the truth that's been there all along: they've been each other's meant to be for a long time. They just don't realize it yet, just like they haven't all these years they've been friends.

[authorautumnbanks]

Stranded With A Demon Lord and the Strongest Sorcerer (6)

Read chapter 5

"That swimsuit is bullshit," Satoru exclaims.

Sesshomaru cracks his neck and then stretches his arms out behind him as he leans against the rocks. Kagome frowns and then motions at her body.

"There is nothing wrong with my bathing suit."

Sesshomaru bites back a sigh. "This Sesshomaru warned you, the priestess's attire is nothing more than strips of fabric."

Kagome glares and crosses her arms, which only pushes her lush breasts together. Sesshomaru eyes her. The thin white triangular-shaped fabric covers nothing. The bottom is worse. It clings to her ass and teases him. Mocks him.

The first time she wore this swimsuit or bathing suit, the priestess had the gall to tell him that white represents purity. There is nothing pure about the thoughts running through his mind. He wants to rip the fabric to shreds.

"I expected more from you, Satoru," Kagome reprimands, uncrossing her arms as she dips a foot into the water and then shivers.

"Me? I thought you were going to come out in a one-piece... not that." Satoru chuckles, but the sound is hollow and strained.

"Come here," Sesshomaru commands, though he is already making his way over to her. "You will warm up soon enough." He reaches for her, pulling her into the water and flush against his chest.

"You can't be serious. I'm still covered in blood." Kagome glances down and then back at his face.

He is not a demon of many words, so Sesshomaru leans forward and licks her cheek. "One day, this Sesshomaru will fuck you in the blood of my enemies."

Satoru coughs.

Sesshomaru slants his gaze at Satoru. "None will judge you here. Leave those human sensibilities back in your world."

Kagome hums. Sesshomaru hisses. Her touch is firm, and his cock is needy.

So needy.

She pulls away, and he snarls at the loss of her touch. Kagome laughs and wags a finger. "I'm washing this grime off me." She leans forward on the bank and grabs the bottle of soap. "You know, we should head back to the village in the morning. There's a lot we don't know about this place." She squeezes a generous amount on a washcloth. "And I'm gonna eventually run out of soap."

The last thing he wants is to return to that village. The priestess acts as though she cannot simply make her own soap.

"Can you lean forward a little more?" Satoru asks.

Kagome glances over her shoulder and does as Satoru asks. "Like this?" She shakes her ass and winks.

Satoru groans. "How long?"

"Many seasons have turned since the priestess has traveled with me," Sesshomaru admits.

"How?"

Sesshomaru lifts one shoulder in response. How is an excellent question. Kagome is a natural flirt and has never given an indication of wanting more. He presses his lips together. When was the last time the priestess took a lover? His mind draws a blank.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here," Kagome says, washing her body. Sesshomaru clenches his teeth and tugs on his cock. It is not enough.

It is never enough.

Kagome rinses herself and pushes her hair back. The fabric clings to her and the longer he stares at it, the more he wants to rip with his fangs. She flutters her dark lashes and bites her lip. "You know, if we're taking this step, then it should be all of us."

"All of us?" Satoru swallows. "I'm not sure... Sesshomaru?"

"Drop your barrier," Sesshomaru commands. When Satoru nods, Sesshomaru reaches for him and kisses him. Kagome's sharp inhale is enough to shatter his self-control. He growls, and the kiss becomes a battle of fangs against blunt human teeth. Satoru grips his hair and pulls. Sesshomaru nips him. Reprimanding him. The cursed one is always fighting for dominance. Sesshomaru wraps a hand around Satoru's neck and squeezes. "You will learn," he says, lowly.

Satoru smiles at him, but it is one of derangement. Sesshomaru chuckles. He will enjoy dominating this one. Sesshomaru drops his hand and then turns to the priestess. His fangs lengthen. Her arousal is intoxicating.

"Spread your legs," he barks out. His eyes hone in on the movement. Unlike the cursed one, the priestess does as she is told. Kagome spreads her legs. She shivers. Sesshomaru rises and walks out of the water. Tomorrow, he will search for a hot spring. Tonight, he will cover her body with his. He leans over and slants his lips across hers.

He kisses her with fever.

Kagome is soft. Pliable. His. She kisses him back with a ferocity that shocks him. He nips her.

"Patience, you will not rush me." He kisses the column of her neck. His mouth salivates. He wants to bite her. Claim her. "Cursed one—"

"Oh, come on, you can call me Satoru."

Sesshomaru huffs and pulls back enough to rip Kagome's top.

"Hey!" Kagome wiggles her nose. "I liked that swimsuit."

"Strips of fabric. Satoru, get over here." Sesshomaru leans forward and wraps his lips around Kagome's nipple. His eyes close briefly as his hand slides down between her thighs. The fabric is damp with her arousal. He growls.

"Do that again," Kagome breathes. She lifts her hips. There is an urgency to her touch. Her hands rove the planes of his back, lightly scratching. Sesshomaru growls. His breath hitches at the pure look of desire on Kagome's face.

"Kiss her," he commands. Sesshomaru waits for the surge of jealousy to emerge, but it never does. Satoru kisses Kagome slowly. She moans and tugs at Satoru's hair.

Fucking hell.

He wants both of them. Sesshomaru eyes the piece of cloth that has teased him for far too long. He shreds it. Kagome makes a sound of indignation.

"Fuck her mouth," Sesshomaru instructs Satoru.

"So bossy," Kagome says, with a smile. She spreads her thighs and reaches for Satoru's cock. "You like watching?" She wraps her plump lips around Satoru's cock and looks at Sesshomaru.

Minx.

Kagome is a damn vixen.

"Fuck, Kagome." Satoru's head lulls back as he threads his fingers through her hair. "Stick your tongue out... fuck yeah."

Sesshomaru swallows. He grits his fangs, to stop from gripping Kagome's thighs any tighter. He doesn't want to hurt her with his claws. Though she may like it. Satoru's muscles flex as Kagome works his cock back and forth. The sounds are beautiful. His balls are full and heavy. Sesshomaru inhales and then lowers his mouth to her delectable pussy.

Kagome withers under him. He splays his hand on her stomach, keeping her still.

"Sesshomaru!"

He curls his tongue inside her sweetness, drowning in her taste. He could live here for centuries. Until the end of time. Here. Between her thighs. His head is heady with desire. Kagome moans. She grips Satoru's cock with one hand and fondles his balls with her other. He is transfixed by the mess they are making.

"Sesshomaru, please," Kagome gasps.

"You want to come, priestess?" Sesshomaru brushes his knuckles against her slit, mindful of his claws. She arches into him with every swipe of his tongue. Sesshomaru punishes her with his mouth. How long, indeed. Too long. Her leg trembles and she comes with a sob.

It is glorious.

He groans as her taste floods his mouth. Sesshomaru rises and swipes his tongue across his chin. Kagome's breath hitches. "Fuck her," he says to Satoru. Sesshomaru raises a brow at the glossy look in Satoru's eyes. He strides over to Satoru and grips him by the back of his neck. Satoru bares his teeth.

"You will learn your place," Sesshomaru murmurs right before kissing Satoru. He pulls away and gives him a shove.

"Sesshomaru," Kagome breathes. "You don't always have to prove you're the alpha dog." She smiles at him.

"He will learn his place," Sesshomaru reiterates, pulling Kagome halfway in his lap. He stretches his legs and plucks at her nipples. Kagome hisses and then sighs.

"Never pegged you for a voyeur," she says with a laugh. Satoru spikes a hand through his hair and eyes the priestess's cunt like a male that has gone without water. " Oh!" Her hands grip his arms.

"Kagome," Satoru groans. "How do you feel so fucking good?" He hooks his arms under her legs and fucks her hard.

Sesshomaru licks the shell of her ear. "How does he feel?"

"He's so big," she moans. "Harder. Just like that."

Satoru's hand wraps around Kagome's neck. The scent of her arousal spikes and it is taking everything in Sesshomaru to not take her now and claim her.

"You like that?" Satoru asks, his voice is strained. Kagome wraps her legs around Satoru's waist. He barks out a laugh. "Shit, you don't play fair." His hold on Kagome loosens. Sesshomaru gnashes his teeth together. His patience is wearing thin. The need to be buried in Kagome is too great.

He is done watching.

Satoru meets his eyes and grins.

Sesshomaru narrows his eyes. Later, not tonight, but soon he will put the cursed one in his place. He is far too cocky. "Where do you want his come?" Sesshomaru whispers in Kagome's ear. She shivers.

"Tits. Come on my tits."

Satoru groans. "You're killing me."

Kagome unwraps her legs from Satoru's waist and lifts them. Sesshomaru grabs them and holds them back for her. He glances down. Her breasts are pushed together, and she is spread right open.

"Fuck," Satoru shouts as he pulls out. He fists his cock and comes on Kagome's breasts. "Did that shit on purpose," he huffs.

Kagome laughs and then groans. "A little warning, Sesshomaru."

Sesshomaru presses down on her back and sinks into her. He is close to losing control. The tentative hold is close to snapping. "You will take my knot, Kagome," he growls. "All of me."

Kagome moans and pushes back against him. He grips her hips and bends his head. His fangs brush against her shoulder.

"Do not tempt me, Kagome."

She shakes her ass and giggles. Sesshomaru clamps his fangs down. He growls in satisfaction when she goes still. "Good bitch," he says. "Mine." He pulls out and then slams into her.

"Oh Kami! Shit."

"You will only call out my name," Sesshomaru barks out, slamming into her once more. Her pussy molds around his cock. She's tight. So tight. He snakes one arm across her chest and grips her throat as he fucks her. "Say it."

"Sesshomaru," she cries. Kagome gasps. Sesshomaru stares as Satoru brushes Kagome's bangs back.

He will not last much longer. Her pussy is more than he imagined. His mind is so far gone, he feels delirious. Sesshomaru slides his hand down and flicks her clit. Kagome bucks and squeals. He does it again. Watching her come undone is the highlight of this adventure. As long as the priestess is by his side, he cares not what world they are in or what dangers lurk in the shadows.

Kagome is all he needs.

Sesshomaru's eyes flint over to Satoru. He will keep the cursed one as well. Kagome is fond of him, and seeing them pleasing one another brings him pleasure. His cock swells. The need to come washes over him.

"One more, Kagome," he commands. "Give me one more."

Kagome's voice is hoarse. When he lets her throat go, Satoru is there to keep Kagome from falling over. Her body trembles as she pushes back against him, rocking her hips.

"Oh, Sesshomaru!" Kagome's cries bring him to the edge. He comes with a roar. "OH! Fuck!"

"Take it," he growls. His cock pumps as he fills her with his seed. Sesshomaru closes his eyes, savoring the moment of being sheathed in her. He is never letting the priestess go. They stay there, locked together until his cock softens and it is safe to pull out. Kagome collapses into Satoru's arms and groans.

"I need another bath. Someone bathe me. I don't care who."

Satoru chuckles and brushes her hair back. He kisses her forehead. "I gotcha."

Sesshomaru brushes his knuckles down Kagome's cheek. Her smile is contagious. "This Sesshomaru will hunt. I am not done with you."

Kagome chuckles. "Yeah. Yeah. Next time, I'm on top."

Sesshomaru smirks. "Next time, you will take both of us."

Kagome's lips part. "... At the same time? Shut up, Satoru." The cursed one laughs harder. Sesshomaru rolls his shoulders back. There seems to be a misconception here. He is not joking. Sesshomaru leans over and kisses Kagome once more before standing.

"I will return shortly with substance." He glances over his shoulder as he dresses. "And this Sesshomaru was not joking."

Kagome squirms, but her scent spikes.

A minx, indeed.

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A/N: Happy Sunday! Wishing you a wonderful rest of the week! Please accept this chapter as compensation for the emotional damage done in the latest Wish I Could chapter.

Take care! Get some rest! And make sure to drink plenty of water so you aren't dehydrated. We'll see some more of the world next chapter...and everyone is probably going to be banging like bunnies now that they've taken that step.

Side note: It's so weird writing a smut scene from Sesshomaru's POV. It's probably all in my head though, Idk. I'll get used to it lol.

[inlovewithgreta]

you are my sunshine

Larissa Weems x Fem!Reader

Chapter One

Being the eldest sibling in the Addams family, you were always the one with the most responsibilities. The first one being protection.

If Pugsley was in trouble, you would have to step in and help.

On the other hand, if Wednesday was causing mayhem, it would be up to you to clean up the mess to prevent expulsion. However, piranhas in a swimming pool full of teenage boys was something you could not clean up.

Which is what led to today's main event.

Traveling to Nevermore.

You sat next to Wednesday on the lush red seats, staring idly out the window and watching as you drove past the stunning array of fall colored trees.

A flock of birds hitting the windshield snaps you out of your daze, bringing you back to the reality of your parents serenading each other from the seat across from you.

It's as if Wednesday had the same thought as you, you both turning to look at each other with matching looks of disgust at the sound of them kissing during the old tune.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes as this has been going on for hours between the two. Yes it irritated you, but it was mainly because you've never felt how they feel right now.

Wednesday does her best to not speak to the duo when they begin talking to her, but it doesn't last very long before she sharply elbows you in the side.

"Ow, what—"

"Y/N," The pig-tailed girl cuts you off, "Please remind our parents that I'm no longer speaking to them."

She eyes you, then them, then returns her focus back on you in a not so subtle 'go on' gesture that makes you sigh in annoyance.

"She says—" Gomez cuts you off with the gentle raise of his right hand.

"Thank God," You whisper to yourself, thankful you don't have to be the messenger.

Pugsley giggles to himself, always finding some kind of amusement in nearly everything you say or do.

You reach behind you and fluff the boy's hair, messing up his usually perfect dark strands.

"Y/N. . ." He drags out your name with a groan before fixing the new mess you made atop his head.

Gomez had since turned his attention back to the young girl while you were focused on teasing the boy.

Their voices get drowned out to the best of your ability but come to a halt when you notice a stern look from your mother.

"What?" You question.

"Your father is trying to talk to you."

Gomez speaks up when you look over at him. "I said, our little viper is going to love Nevermore, isn't she?"

"Oh, she's gonna have the time of her life." You try your best to hide your sarcasm but Wednesday always saw right through you.

"It's the perfect school for her." Morticia adds.

"Why?" Wednesday starts with her cutthroat attitude and that's when you know to turn your attention back to the scenery outside, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed.

They go back and forth while you sit and watch the leaves gently fall from the golden colored trees.

You were surprised that Wednesday even got into the vehicle in the first place but knowing she was backed into a corner, she knew her little tricks couldn't get her out of this one.

"Maybe you'll even make some friends," You hear from your soft spoken mother and force yourself not to laugh at her words. It's like they don't even know their own daughter.

"I don't do friends." Wednesday cuts back.

"It's where your sister proudly graduated top of her class and where I fell in love with your mother."

The two lean in, about to kiss each other once again before getting cut off just before their lips touch.

"You guys are making me nauseous." Wednesday eyes them down.

"Don't worry, that'll be you one day, sis." You couldn't help but tease the young girl.

Pugsley has his small giggle fit as usual.

"I highly doubt that." She replies in nearly an instant.

"Darling, you got yourself expelled, we had no other choice," Morticia starts, "You would've had an attempted murder charge on your record!" She goes on, her voice getting drowned out by the thunder roaring above the gloomy clouds as rain starts to drop from the sky.

There was something about rain and rowdy thunderstorms that always fascinated you.

"We're here!" Pugsley exclaims from the front seat.

Both you and Wednesday whip around in your seats just in time to see the old steel gates that read 'Nevermore Academy' open to allow you passage onto school grounds.

Rain gently patters against the car as you drive down the long entrance. Numerous gargoyles on stone pillars greeted you as you drove past them.

Your eyes are quickly met with the ginormous school ahead of you. Bricks and windows lined the outside walls of the building, and the roof was built with the most intricate design.

Lurch parks the car at the front entrance, allowing you, Wednesday, and your parents to get out of the car.

"Oh, now this brings back memories." Morticia smiles at Gomez as the four of you stand at the grand entrance.

"The best memories, mi amor." Gomez smiles back at her and kisses her cheek.

Standing before the building in front of you had memories of your own time at the school flooding back to you. Some were good and some were bad, but none of that mattered now as you were about to make more memories of your own.

You try to calm your racing thoughts as you open the tall doors in front of you and make your way to meet the Headmistress of Nevermore Academy.

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[brendanbrissonswh0re]

Last kiss

I’m making a lot of fics inspired by songs rn so if you want a fic inspired by a song request and I’ll do it!!!

Lyrics in bold!!!

Flashback

Fist semester of freshman year is so scary but thank god i made a friend, ivy and I are currently going to a party to welcome the new school year. As we walk into the party it’s packed and I hate packed places because of my anxiety but I’ll just push through I don’t wanna ruin the night for ivy “girl let’s go get a drink” ivy says “ok” on our way to the kitchen I spot this boy he’s tall with a lushes head of curls, he’s cute. When we get info the kitchen I see the boy again I guess I was looking for too long cause he looked back at me I can feel my face heat up as he smiles at me I smile back at him as he walks up to me “I’m Luke” “y/n” luke and I talk the entire night and I get to know that he plays hockey and omg I think I just found my dream man

‘I do recall now the smell of the rain fresh on the pavement’ the party was dying down and luke offered to walk me to my dorm “hey it’s dark out let me walk you back to your dorm” “yeah ok” I said with a smile on my face. On the walk back to my dorm it starts to rain I shiver and luke notices “here take my hoodie” “oh no I’m fine luke” “no I insist” he says as he takes off his hoodie and hands it to me I put on the hoodie but not before I say “are you sure?” “Y/n it’s fine” we finally get to my dorm and he drops me off “just keep the hoodie, it was really nice talking to you” “yeah you too thanks for walking me back” I say with a a blush on my cheeks “no problem” as I walk into my dorm I fall down over a box but I don’t care I just sit their and giggle. ‘So I’ll go sit on the floor wearing your clothes’ Little did I know that was the start of what I thought was forever

Current time

I’m in the stands watching luke play in Tampa as much as I wanna have faith in the boys I just can’t it was the last seconds of the game and the boys were down 2-5 the game finally ended, they lost. I can’t believe they lost luke and I had talked before about him signing to jersey after the season is over and now it’s officially over my boyfriend is signing as the boys leave the ice I can’t help but to let a few tears out, it’s all over. I’m walking to the boys locker room I see Luke standing outside “hey lulu good game baby” I say hugging him scared of what’s going to come out “y/n/n I have to go” “I know baby” I say tears flowing from my eyes “y/n I love you so much you know that but long distance isn’t gonna work for us” he tells me “I know lulu it’s ok” “I’m sorry y/n/n i really am” “lulu just one last kiss” he gives me a long sweet kiss. I never thought we’d have a last kiss never imagined we’d end like this. I ordered an Uber back to my hotel and I cried i cried so much i fell asleep, it’s over my relationship with Luke is done no more cuddle dates or kisses on the head. As I wake up the next morning eyes burning from the tears I let out last night I check my phone i check instagram immediately I see pictures of luke, he signed I’m so proud of him it’s his dream as I keep scrolling I see more pictures of him practicing with jack. He was everywhere all over my instagram feed. He finally did it, I mean how can i feel bad this is his dream and I’m so proud of him even if I’m not in his life anymore. So I’ll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep. I just wish he was here in bed with me. I can’t help but to think about our relationship the day I met his family probably my favorite day they took me in like I was there own.

Flashback

‘Meeting your father’ today is the day I’m meeting Luke’s parents and god am I scared “luke what if they don’t like me, what if they make me break up with you, omg they’re gonna hate me” I ramble before luke places a kiss on my lips how you’d kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something, there’s not a day I don’t miss those rude interruptions. “Babe claim down their gonna love you I promise” as we walk up the driveway and into his house luke had his hands in his pockets I always thought it was so cute how he walks with his hands in his pockets. I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets. Luke knocks on the door and Ellen opens up with Jim standing behind her we walk into the house and Luke’s parents give him a huge they then look over to be before I say “hi I’m y/n”.

Current time

It was the end of the season and the devils had won the cup I was so happy for them as I looked on instagram I saw Luke’s post a picture of him with his new girlfriend holding the cup. And i feel you forget me like I used to feel breathe . I wonder if he remembers me or if I’m just some old ex, I wonder if when he tries to sleep at night if he ever thinks about me. But nothing less I’m happy for them but I wish it was me holding that cup and kissing him just like our last kiss.

Um I don’t really know how to feel about this one so lmk if you like it!!!

[ieatyourbeauty]

**Enemies With Benefits: Soap x OC part 2**

NSFW fuckery below the read more like I said some of the lines are from character ai I just edited around them but they give me the building blocks. I think this goes without saying MDNI

If you didnt read part 1 here you go.

Recap Soap and Spider argued, sniped and literally fought each other until Ghost of all ppl stopped it Soap is still mad Spider is HORNY MAD but is denying it and uh yeah well here we are. :d

OC: Josey call name Spider

Soap is Blue

(and if u see yellow hey thats me)

Soap headed for this quarters in a huff still ticked off about what happened he needed a drink a strong one. Lucky for him he had a flask full of bourbon in his room. He went inside and sat on his bed he grabbed his flask taking a swig from it. Something stopped him in the middle of it

Soap: Spider..girl what kind of name.....so stupid

He wasn't gonna let this girl get away with humiliating him over and over again.

Meanwhile Spider was pregaming for a date with a civilian with a bottle of tequila that she hid in her room she got ready to go out that night putting on a little black dress and putting make up on, her mind still on Soap the fight and her own dirty thoughts about him she was hoping the date would make her forget about him she takes another shot of tequila burning her throat she leaves the room.

(these mf lushes)

Soap sits in his room, drinking his flask even tho he was drinking he was actually thinking alot....he decided he was going to have a talk with her. Soap let's out a sigh as he takes another swig of the flask before leaving his room and goes out into the hallway to look for her.

Soap: Spider!

he'd call out, as he's walking through the hallway.

She jumps hearing her call name she sees him walking down the hallway towards her she turns around hoping he thinks that shes someone else girlfriend or wife she looks real different with makeup spider hoped he wont recognize her.

Spider: oh no no no no no no

Soap notices the sudden change in her as she turns around, and the smirk on his grew on his face when he found her.

Soap: I've been lookin for you..

He'd say to Spider as he walked up to her, when he got close he was able to smell the perfume on her he'd stop right in front of her, holding his flask up to his mouth and taking a couple of swigs of the drink, before lowering the flask and raising and eyebrow at her..Spider gave him that all to familiar glare and her mind was racing.

Spider: ...(no no no this not this! I'm trying to get away from you! you stupid hot fucking bastard.)

Soap: you look nice, Spider

He'd give her a once over, looking at how the dress hugged around her curves her, her tits he saw the freckles on her face which soap thought was cute. His eyes met hers once again he would tilt his head not in surprise but more like she was intriguing thing he had to study he moved one of her curls out of her face while his other hand was on his hip.

Soap: Got a hot date tonight spider?

Spider: Whats it to you Soap.

Soap looked at her cleavage, as he let out a slight whistle..

Soap: I guess I'd be rude to interrupt..

He leaned in close, and the smell of bourbon wafted from his lips as he stood up close to her.

Soap: Shame though...I thought you had good taste..

He'd taunt her moving close to her lips the alchol oh his breath would fill her nose, this time he was getting under her skin and it showed on her face, Soap noticed it was a satisfying feeling he had the upper hand..

Soap: So...

He would move a hand to her hips and leaning as close as he could without their lips touching his leg going between her legs a heat was growing in her stomach she was already hot because of the tequila this wasnt helping.

Soap: What about it? Can I steal a kiss?

His breath was a bit shaky, but you could feel the confidence in his tone his eyes locked on her ruby lips her breathing becoming heavy you could feel the excitement in the air....the tension...she slapped him.

Spider: asshole...

She thought this would work all this did was just rile him up. Soap held his cheek briefly, feeling the force from the slap sting if he wasn't drunk he would probably feel it more he would glare at her now, and now wouldn't back down. Spider was blushing watching him look her up and down and into her eyes.

Soap: Is that really all you got?

She would shudder with him touching her his hand on her hip moved to her thigh his thumb making small circles on her thigh.

Soap: Still got some fight in you ...do you?

Soap looked at her lips red from the makeup he wanted to kiss them, and then with a sudden move he'd pull her close and kissed her taking Spider by surprise she tried to push him away tried to fight him but something ticked in her head she moaned into the kiss she was pretty much at his mercy and he wasn't stopping..until her date walked in on them.

(were just gonna call him Frank cause I hate that name :) )

Frank: Josey?

Soap's lips would break off from Spiders as he hear someone's voice both of them breathing heavy He would look at frank giving him a drunken shrug and smile his mouth still tasted of her lips and liquor then he looked back at her while he smiled.

Soap: who's this lil Spider?

His voice was full of amusement, he was looking at you with something else...A look in his blue eyes that was....a strange combination of curiosity, pride and lust. Before Spider could even get a word out Frank responded.

Frank: fucking forget it you can have her.

Soap would look at frank with a sly grin watching him walk away.. the fact that this guy gave up on her so easily because of him made him only more smug, he's happy about it and he can't help but to show it.

Soap: Your loss

Soap's eyes would go back to spider he would speak in a joking tone.

Soap: so...I stole your date?

Spider: fuck....you ruined my date are you happy?

you wont get her to admit it but she was thinking about Soap's kiss it was rough passionate just how she imagined it in her wet dreams ....she liked it. Soap let out a chuckle.

Soap: I'll make it up to you...

he leaned in close whispering in her ear.

Soap: How about I show you what your missing out on.

He had no shame no remorse for taking spider's date away. In fact, he actually liked doing it...it was fun for him to watch his face as he swooped in and took his girl and his enemy, as annoyed as Soap was with Spider he didn't want to see any guy with her it was jealousy possessiveness. Soap thought he was doing the other guys on the base as a favor claiming her for himself. Spider tried to sound pissed when she talked.

Spider: your a dog.

Soaps grin would get bigger the more pissed she got he loved to rile her up this was fun he's enjoying every minute of her anger. His hand would move under her chin before pulling her face close he kissed her again she whimpered her pussy wet just from kissing him this tho she wouldn't admit it.

Soap: am I? just you wait....

He picked her up and carried over his should giving her a hard smack on her ass earning a yelp from her she tried to struggle but his strength and the alcohol in her system didn't let her do much at this point she really didn't fight she didn't want to fight it. He carried her over to his room laying her on the bed.

Soap: you just dont know when to quit lets start by getting rid of this dress you dont fuckin need it.

He ripped her off her dress leaving her in the light purple lingerie that was for her date. He looked her up and down letting out a small whistle before leaning close.

Soap: well, look at you now...your date is missing out.

He sat on the bed next to her and bent her over his lap, his hand rubbing on her ass teasing her clothed pussy with his fingers spider moaned before covering her mouth in embarrassment Soap noticed her and laughed.

Soap: lets get rid of these slutty panties

He basically ripped them off her body and throwing them on the floor kneading her ass with his hand he smacked one cheek hard earning a soft gasp from spider.

Soap: you like being punished don't you lil spider? The way your moaning and whimpering with just my touch like a bitch in heat and I felt how wet your lil cunt was don't deny it.

Spider stayed silent not answering his earning two more smacks from him on her tight ass earning a groan of pleasure from spider.

Soap: you didnt answer my question

Soap's voice sounded stern demanding he would smack her ass again spider was getting wetter and wetter from it her pussy juices dribbling down her thighs.

Soap: Answer!

He'd yell at her his voice becoming more dominate. Spider nodded but that wasnt enough from him he wanted to hear a verbal answer spanking her ass two more times making her cheeks pink from being hit.

Soap: Answer me properly use...your...words

he would say with a growl in his voice he was getting ready to smack spiders ass again when she responded.

Spider: YES! I- I LIKE TO BE PUNISHED

Soap: that's my good girl...

Soap smacked her ass again for good measure rubbing it too sooth it a bit earning a shuddering moan from her, he would make spider then sit on the bed pulling her to the edge.

Soap: spread those legs open I've been dying to taste your pretty lil cunt.

Spider spread her legs open her pussy already wet glistening from his spankings soap would crouch near her pussy breathing on it earning a shudder from spider, he would give her pussy teasing licks before going at it like a starving animal using his thumb to stimulate her clit inserting a finger in she grips on his mohawk and moaned loud enough to hear from the hallway earning a laugh from soap.

Soap: not too loud pretty girl dont want people to know who your making these noises for.

When she covered her mouth in response to this soap decided to make her struggle he inserted another finger into her little pussy fingering it as fast as he could still lapping up her juices the lewd noises the pressure the fact that it was Soap making her into this mess, made her mind melt her eyes rolling in the back of her head her hand was gripping the sheets tight she couldnt take it anymore she squealed squirting all over soap's face. Tears forming in her eyes cause of overstimulation.

Soap: thats....it....let go....lil spider let go for me....good girl

Soap held her juices in his mouth picking up his flask and taking a swig out of it grabbing her by her chin kissing Spider transferring the liquor her juices and his spit into her mouth she moaned drinking it.

Soap: open your mouth

Spider opened her mouth he proceeded to spit on her tongue.

Soap: swallow

Spider swallowed she blushed red embarrassed by the act soap loved humiliating her like this seeing tears in her eyes tears he made.

Soap: you want more?

His hands getting lower Spider nodded he smiled moving them away from her aching pussy.

Soap: oh no....I dont think so...

She whimpered as he kissed her neck he would whisper so spider could barely hear him.

Soap: I jus wanna tease you its more fun for me this way..lets take this off.

he took off the remaining lingerie with force throwing it on the floor he looked at her breasts big perfect for his hands. It didnt take long for him to get a hold of himself he sat at the edge of the bed he'd look over to her.

Soap: Now that we got that bit out of the way ..I have a proposal for you..are you up for it?

Spider got her breathing under control she sat up covering her breasts, looking at him with a glare.

Spider: w-what is it?

Soap: Come on...dont be all shy now...let's just say that you and I can help each other in more ways than one..

He looked at her in a more serious way.

Soap: And I think it will be fun for us.

Spider: What do you mean friends with benefits....

Soap: I believe thats the politically correct term....so are you in?

Spider thought about the proposal...her mind was racing thinking of the kiss of the spanking of eating her out she wanted more, she rolled her eyes at him as he laid on back with his hands behind his head waiting for the answer, she looked at him with a mixture of anger and lust in her eyes.

Spider: it's better than killing each other.....fine...deal

Soap: good girl....now how do we seal this deal hmm....

Spider: we fuck I guess

Soap: yeah...I guess that seems fair

Soap laughed as he got up from the bed and started to undress she looked up looking at his body the warmth started to come back she rubbed her thighs together and bit her lip when he let his cock free from his boxers she started to drool wanting to suck on it, she laid on the bed and he got on top of her pushing her legs to his shoulders he rubbed his dick between her aching folds teasing it with his precum.

Soap: I'm not gonna lie though....

he got closer to her face his blue eyes staring into her brown ones.. he was being smug about this that made her mad.

Soap: I really wasn't expecting you to agree to it that fast did anyone tell you...you make a terrible poker player Spider?

spider grabbed his face and kissed it her tone angry and lustful.

Spider: shut up and fuck me Soap.

before spider could say anything more his dick entered her pussy fast not gving her time to adjust she moaned loud from his use of force she grips on the sheets his thrusts are fast. Soap growled near her ear

Soap: F-fuck your pussy is gripping my cock so right god your so fucking good.

Spider: h-holy fuck s-soap

Spiders eye's rolled back in pleasure Soap enjoyed the tightness of her cunt tears rolling down spiders eyes from the overstimulation

Soap: you feeling good baby?

Spider: t-too big FUCK

Soap: well if thats the case I'm gonna have to go a bit harder

he whispered in her ear.

Soap: isn't that right love?

Spider: yes yes yes yes yes!

His thrusts went harder on her wet cunt her legs wrapped around his waist he was kissing and biting her neck leaving marks.

Soap: good girl your name s-say your name.

Spider: j-josey my name is josey

Soap: that's a cute name, Josey

His lips went further down kissing her tits sucking on the nipples and giving them love bites.

Soap: Good girl...now you know your mine now right? do you understand what that means?

His thrusts were going deep inside she wrapped her arms around his neck, she was being fucked stupid she moaned and tried to make a cohesive sentence.

Spider: What ahh fu-uck what does that mean!

Soap: It means your mine...it means you're mine and only mine you're my fucking toy my fucking girl no one else and I'm yours.

Spider: fuck soap I'm close I'm so fucking close...I'm gonna cum

Soap: good girl cum on my fucking cock, I'm gonna cum in that tight pussy ok?

Spider: please yes fuck please!

Spider and Soap finished together her pussy twitching squirting making a mess on his cock and he came deep inside her. They were both breathing heavy and sweating soap laid next to her eyes still wet crying from cumming. He kissed her softly.

Soap: seems you really liked it huh how about it? round 2?

Spider looked down seeing that he was still hard her eyes wide, She felt him flip her on the side in a spooning position one hand lifting her thigh he directed his cock inside her still sensitive pussy she whimpered softly.

Spider: ho-holy shit h-how do you still have so much energy!

Soap: I can go all night long it's you who wanted more....Do you wanna keep going love?

She blushed feeling him pulse inside of her Spider mumbled but Soap knew her answer he just would tease her a bit. (cheeky fucker)

Spider: M-more.....please fuck me more.

Soap: is that a request I hear you making? well if you insist.... my girl.

He kissed her passionately for a moment she felt him getting into it once more his pace slowly picked up once again. Spider moaned softly with each thrust soaps other hand moving from her neck grabbing onto one of her tits kneading it into his hand it felt like heaven so soft to the touch. Soap let out a moan as he kissed her he looked down at her and smiled.

Soap: hmmm....you're so soft

his voice was getting deeper his mouth meeting her neck again.

Soap: you have no idea how pretty you are...

She whimpered with his praise she felt him quicken his pace through his thrusts into her cunt she cries again tears in her eyes Soap thought she looked beautiful like that.

Soap: My my...you're not gonna cry on me now, right?

he whispered into her ear his tone was playful kissing her neck.

Soap: we've just started so you better try to hang in there. we got all night ahead of us..

Spider the girl that hated him was moaning on his cock he couldn't believe it he thought it was a dream that all of this was a vivid wet dream he never wanted to wake up from.

Spider: s-so deep soap fuck

Soap chuckled deciding to tease her more slowing his thrusts and acting smug towards her but spider was getting close.

Soap: I dont see how I could have been a threat to you to be honest...that is....until I realized how...soft you are love. hmmm but your making me work for this....you like it rough....dirty fucking girl.

Soap picked up his pace again but it was more sloppy he put his hand on her neck and squeeze gently Spider couldnt take it she came on his cock finishing before him Soap being the cocky mf he is bullys her.

Soap: well...thats a shame...you were doing so well..but all great things come to an end eh? unless u wanted more.

Soap took his dick out of her pussy before soap could do anything Spider seeing this as a challenge sits up and pushes Soap down straddling his waist she directs his cock into her folds and she gasps as she eases down on it.

Soap: well...well someone is bold tonight, aren't they?

Soaps eyes light up he didnt expect her to become more assertive at least thats what it looked like to him. he would say in a playful tone.

Soap: I'll let you be the boss now for a bit....fair?

Spider nods as she starts to ride his cock she saw soap's face and how he was enjoying it . On soaps end of things he was surprised he had seen this side of her before with their fights he liked it her movements on his dick were rough and confident.

Soap: You look so beautiful riding my cock sweetheart, show me how bossy you can be.

Spider put one hand on Soap's chest her other hand on his neck lightly squeezing it. She tried being dominate she move her hips a certain way that made him shudder made him more sincere

Soap: D-damn girl your really good at this, aren't you? hmm fuck...

A moan came out of his lips which made Spider very happy.

Spider: fuck....fuvvk its so...fucking....big inside me....ahhh...fuck

Her hips were going crazy and she a wild look in her eye that signaled to soap that she was close to finishing. This told him he needed take command again.

Soap: I can't let you be the boss forever you know...

he said sweetly to her before he grabbed her hips thrusting upward into her pussy she screamed in pleasure tears running down her face they were both close to finishing together.

Soap: theres that scream again....I'm almost getting use to now...almost...

he's say in a dominating tone. looking into her eyes with a serious look again....not that he was angry...it was still as if he was doing all of this for her..

Soap: I'm gonna finish as w-well inside you are ready?

Spider: m-me too yes I-'m fucking ready

With that confirmation they moan together in unison finishing their pleasures together. Spider can feel Soap's cum seep out of her as she move to lay next to him ,they were both spent zero energy. Soap pulled out of her and he looked at her tired face he was breathing heavily as she was.

Soap: you're something else you know that....

Spider put a finger to his lips and shushed him

Spider: you talk to much....go to sleep.

She starts to fall asleep next to him Soap laughed a bit at that....

Soap: You don't get to tell me what to do...

He whisper to her letting a little chuckle he took her hand and held it he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

dont worry I got more parts Im just super tired LOL)

next part here

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Akin to an untamed dog, something wild and scared, afraid to be touched but fearless in just about everything else, Daryl wasn't alone in his adventure into the woods. Even if he so wanted to be, resisted and fought until the battle turned into a stalemate. The others at their camp wouldn't allow it - Shane one of the many who voiced the opinion, public and almost on the cusp of sounding controlling. A demand rather than a suggestion, an order rather than an offer of kindness, despite having been part of the group for weeks by then, the survivors of Atlanta were weary still of Daryl. Daryl and his brother; born from the darkness of familial tragedy, the burn of alcohol and cigarette smoke. Shane didn't trust either of them to be by themselves, not totally. Uncertain, watching from a distance like a hawk, desperate to discover just who they were, those brothers. Worried for what they would do, what they could do, unease was rather held for Merle than the youngest Dixon. Innocent within the eyes - a storm of blue and gray - Daryl didn't seem the type to carelessly hurt others. Defend himself when provoked with bared teeth, surely, but unable to completely dissolve his loyal inclination, a sense of pride held for the others at camp. Daryl's true colors had shined more than once beneath Georgia's unforgiving sun.

His steps mimicking Daryl's own, Shane frowned at the words shared between them. A truthful reminder - roughened tenor that felt like a warning call - an honest statement. Daryl hadn't asked, but so did Shane follow him anyway. Listened as the birds made their calls, wisely stepped over tree roots that had become exposed on the forest floor. Carried his shotgun in firm grip; loaded and ready to be used.

"Oh, I know you didn't. But I really don't give a damn, and I'm gonna give it to you anyways." Shane replied, a cocksure smirk daring to present itself upon his lips. "You know the rules, Daryl. Nobody goes off into the woods alone. Don't matter if it's just for huntin' or checkin' traps."

Shane reminded, matching the pace of Daryl's shadow, following him as they wandered farther and farther, between trees and shrub, lush greens and rich browns. "Wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't scared the girls so bad yesterday. What you did to Lori, shootin' that buck so close to her. You could've hurt her, Daryl. Look, you and I both know you're a hell of a shot, but you can't just go around camp flingin' arrows left and right. This ain't Rawhide, and you ain't no Eastwood. You gotta think. We can't be reckless. We can't be makin' dumb mistakes or takin' chances like that, good shot or not. You gotta calm down - only reason why I'm out with you, really. Besides makin' sure you come back alive, the ladies wanted me to have a talk with you. They're a little worried about you, man. You and that brother of yours. Daryl, you boys gotta take things easy. We can't lose you two - we all need each other to survive now. Life ain't what it used to be."

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The Red Flannel Dress | Kinktober 2023

title: master of the house

prompt: role play (courtesy of @flightlessangelwings)

pairing: alex/q (love is not enough)

word count: 3180

masterlist | ao3 🍎

Jay had quite the stories to tell for him, but there was something about Q in particular with the scars on her lower belly and the way she watched him from the other side of the bed. The broach of the taro root followed him in the corner of his eye all the way to across the Atlantic Ocean, but Q kept silent all the way to Cardiff. He knew that he had to give her something special for their brief time in Wales together.

As the plane descended over the Irish Sea followed by the lush countryside down below before the outskirts entered their view, he thought about the scars on her skin as well the ones on her psyche. Jay had scars as well, but there was something to Q, however. Something that made him glance over to the distant expression on her face as well as the frizz to her hair; when he glanced back to Jay and the peaceful slumbering expression on her own face as well as the petals of the broach, he could feel the flutter in his chest as well as his stomach. But he looked back over to Q and he could feel a slight yearning within him.

The plane touched down on the tarmac, which in turn jarred Jay awake. She adjusted her hat and showed him a smile.

“Welcome to Wales,” he told her with a smile back to her.

“I have roots here,” she replied.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows at that.

“Oh, yeah! I’m French, Belgian, Welsh, and Irish on my mom’s side, and Scandinavian, Portuguese, and Baltic on my dad’s side.”

“Wow. That’s fascinating.”

“I’m sure your story is interesting, too,” she pointed out.

“Eh. I’m Ashkenazi Jewish. There is a hell, and we have seen it, but we know how to fight, though.”

“For thousands of years, no less,” she insisted. “

All the while, Q remained silent, and more so as they stepped off the plane and padded through the airport to the main entrance: the rest of the band was a few hours out, and thus, they had time to themselves for a while. Jay adjusted the brim of her hat and beamed up to the gray sky overhead.

“What’cha thinking about?” he asked her with a kiss on the side of her neck, and she lifted herself up onto her toes at the feeling.

“I’m gonna look around for any places we can get our paws on lingerie,” she told them with a wink. “I could also get us something to eat, too, if we’d like.”

“Yeah, we could check into our room and then we’ll join in on the walking around,” Q added. “You know how we do it over here across the Atlantic, Jay Mama.” She flashed her a wink, to which Jay puckered her lips at her in response.

“We’re gonna be at the hotel right around the corner up here—” He pointed up the street to the first corner away from the noise of the airport. “It’s got a red roof, can’t miss it.”

“I’ll be right back, baby,” Jay promised him. He gave her another kiss on the neck before she padded away from them: a fine mist fell upon their heads, all while he watched her go all the way to the corner off to the right. Once she bowed around the bend in the road, he turned his attention to Q, who remained there at his left.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked her in a soft voice.

“Of course,” she assured him, and they began walking up the street, in the opposite direction towards the hotel in question.

“Seeing as we’re in Wales, and Jay’s gone off into town, what say you and I enjoy this time to ourselves?” he suggested. “I feel like I barely know you, so I want to get to know you.”

“Oh, there’s not much, baby,” she told him with a shake of her head and shrug of her shoulders. “I’ve had my journey through the world of sex. I’ve been ill, I’ve had my heart broken many times before, my mother is a widow…”

“Really?”

“Yeah, my dad died a couple of years ago. Cancer.”

“Oh, jeez, that’s horrible,” he lamented.

“It’s been rough, but—just like Jay—I do what I can, though. I like to go back home and be with my mom, you know, just so she’s not by herself because my aunt, my uncle, my grandma, and her friends can only do so much. Jay and I both have our battle scars, and we walk through the streets in search of healing ourselves.” They reached the corner, and he led her across the street to the opposite corner. Indeed, just prior to the corner up ahead stood that bright red roof behind a cafe and a bookstore, both of which looked to be closed for the rainstorm over Wales.

“It’s funny because Jay’s actually really insecure,” she added once they reached the sidewalk on the other side of the street.

“Feeling good around me but insecure elsewhere,” he muttered.

“My mom says it’s the curse of the tomboy,” she continued. “They’re hot but they don’t realize it.”

“I knew a few girls like that,” he recalled. “Some of the best female friends I’ve ever known, too. It was like they knew how to treat me well, and they often flirted with me, too.”

“You are quite the decadent specimen, baby,” she told him as they reached the front door of the hotel. She did the honors of checking them into their room, as well as the added tidbit that Jay was to show up to the room within the next hour or so.

Their room was up on the second floor, just so it looked out to the city of Cardiff in all its coziness there under the gray of the wispy clouds from the North Sea. The dark red velvet curtains over the little square window made everything even softer and cozier. The entire room smelled of fresh linen and peppermint, accentuated by the red and white striped wallpaper of the walls and the dark red wine-colored duvet covers on the beds.

Q set her things down before the dresser on the edge of the room, and she gave her hair a gentle toss.

He peeled off his jacket and hung it up on one of the hangers on the silvery rung right next to the door. It was right then he had an idea, and thinking about it brought the butterflies to his stomach.

He was alone with Q, and it would be some time before Jay returned to them with something to eat as well as some slinky lingerie.

He bowed into the bathroom with his travel bag still slung over his shoulder, and he set it down on the floor before the bathtub. He continued to think about the scars on her lower belly, the way that they resembled to commas on her skin, as he searched around for the right shirt, the one packed at the very bottom to protect the smooth silk and fit him only one time. He took off his shirt and put that one on: the white silk hugged his slender little body, especially around his waist, while the small black buttons proved to be hard to fasten all the way up to his collar.

Thinking quickly, he cupped his hand underneath the faucet for some water, and he ran his fingers through his bangs and the plume of gray at the crown of his head, as well as the waves and ringlets all on the sides of his head. He already wore a hint of cologne on the sides of his neck, and he had a hunch that he was going to need a shower after the fact, especially with the lingerie on its way to the room.

Something caught his eye there under the basin of the sink: he took a step back to find a small box of white latex gloves there.

“Jackpot,” he whispered, and he took two for himself. He kicked off his shoes and his socks so he could have some ease in taking off his pants.

He slunk out of the bathroom with the right one on part of the way. He cocked his hip out part of the way for Q’s enjoyment; she had taken her seat on the edge of the bed with the phone directory plunked across her lap and her jacket unbuttoned so he could see the low cut blouse underneath the thin black leather. She lifted her head and gasped at the sight of him there before her.

“Oh, my,” she breathed, primarily at the sight of his smooth pearly white silk shirt.

“Latex gloves,” he said with a snap of the left glove on his wrist. “Something I’ve never seen before in a hotel room, much less a room in the United Kingdom.” He slipped one glove on, followed by another.

“When I was in the hospital, my nurse was a man,” she told him.

“Really?”

“Yeah. He was a great nurse, too. He was really gentle with me and he knew right away that I didn’t react well to morphine.”

He took a step closer to her so she could see the gloss to his curls, and she showed him a little smile.

“One thing I’ve never been able to do with a client before was role playing,” she confessed. “I don’t know, I was just never given the opportunity to do it with someone. Jay’s the role player, if you ask me. Her aunt is an actress and she was in drama club in school, so she’s good at it.”

“Her aunt’s an actress, really?”

“Yeah, she’s been in stage productions for decades. One thing Jay’s told me—and she has yet to prove this to me, like she actually has a few photographs back at home, and I’m dying to see them, too—is her aunt was actually wardrobe director for Mistress of the Dark.”

He gaped at that.

“Elvira?” he sputtered out.

“Yeah. According to her, they used to style up her dresses to where they’d stand up without the hanger. Since there were always wardrobe malfunctions, they painted her boobs black to go with the dresses themselves.”

He clasped a hand to the crown of his head.

“Fucking hell, that’s like every boy’s dream right there,” he declared, and she chuckled at that.

“I should put in an extra request for Jay to show us the money then,” she declared. He snapped the bottoms of the gloves and gave his hair a toss with the flick of his head. Q glanced over at him with a little smile on her face.

“You wanna play around and show me the inner actress in you?” she suggested.

“I’ve got the gloves on, after all,” he assured her, and he held out his hands on either side of his head, as if he prepared to perform an examination on her.

“Here—” She sauntered over to him, and she placed her fingers on the top button of his shirt. She undid his collar for him, and she followed all the way down the front of his shirt to his waist. She nudged the sides of his shirt to the sides to reveal his pale, milky skin and the sparse line of dark hair on his chest to her. That line of hair, the way it started from the middle of his chest down his belly to the waist of his pants; she licked her lips at the sight of him.

Q then took a step back to peel her jacket off all the way.

“So, you want me to be your nurse?” he asked her with a little smile.

“Be my nurse and don’t leave me in the hearse,” Q declared, to which he chuckled.

“I’m gonna need you to change your clothes, my dear,” he said to her in a low voice.

Very slowly, she took off her top, followed by her pants, the latter of which she let slide down her legs to her feet. She tossed her top over to the dresser, and she stepped out of her pants. She nudged the duvet cover back to show off the clean bedsheets underneath, and she climbed up onto the bed with her ass pointed towards him so he could have a full view of her: he licked his lips at the sight of that smooth skin on the backs of her thighs. She lay down on her side to show off her curves, and then she rested the back of her hand upon her forehead.

“Oh, my nurse! Nurse Tevye! I am in need of having my pulse taken. I think my blood sugar is a little low.”

“Allow me,” he assured her with a flash of his eyebrows and a sly smirk on his face.

He locked eyes with her as he strutted over to her; he rubbed his hands together before he put one knee up on the edge of the mattress. He crawled closer to her, and he eyed the scars on her belly, right over the delicate band of her lacy panties.

He lowered himself onto his chest so he could be face to face with the scars.

“Oh, whoa,” she blurted out.

“Tender?” he asked her, slightly concerned.

“Still.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be gentle. Besides, kisses are a better medicine than morphine.” Gingerly, he brought his lips to the scars for some tender feeling. Q groaned in her throat, and he knew that they still ached her. His lips lightly brushed against that extra soft scar tissue, and she groaned again, that time a sound he knew wasn’t a pained one.

She rolled over onto her back so he could have more control.

He nudged the waistband of her panties back to show more skin, and all the while, he kept his lips on that tender scarring.

Anything to make the pain go away for a little while.

“My patient is going to need a pelvic exam,” he said, still with that sly grin on his face.

“Please,” she begged, and she tilted her head back so she could breathe better.

He peeled her panties off a bit more to show off her hood as well as her lips. He could feel his own dick pressing against the denim inside of his pants, and he knew he would have to act quick. To ease the pressure on himself, he unbuttoned his pants and let them fall down his legs, down the side of the bed and onto the floor.

He snapped off the left glove and slipped it over his dick to act as makeshift protection once she was ready. He licked his lips and brought his head to the rim of her hood. She gasped at the feeling.

“Did you shave, nurse?” she asked him.

“Not yet,” he replied. “Is it too much?”

“No—it’s not enough,” she insisted. “Give it to me, my naughty nurse. Get on top. It’s your turn to get on top.”

With another lick of his lips, he slithered his tongue inside. He lightly tapped the head of her clit, and she immediately bucked her hips. With his gloved hand, he held her still on the mattress.

He slipped his tongue out to give a lick to her lips. His tongue wandered inside and she gasped again at the feeling. It wasn’t as intense as the caress on her clit, but he continued with it to tease her. Her lips were smooth and warm, and he squinted his eyes open to see her clit right in front of his face.

He slipped his tongue out of her lips for another lick of her clit. She once again bucked her hips at the feeling: her chest heaved, rose and fell at the feeling, but her lips were still not pink enough yet.

Another stroke of his tongue on her lips, and that time with his eyes open all the way to see her face. She raised her head enough to lock eyes with him, albeit for a moment. A brief thought shot through his mind, one that told him he should also work this magic on Jay when she returned, but for now, he was with Q.

He was with Q and treating her to something that she so desperately yearned for in those dark moments, between the loss of her father and the fear of succumbing to cancer on her own part.

He could feel the electricity up his spine, especially when he tapped the head of her clit extra hard. Q yelped out from the sensation, and he slipped his tongue out yet again. He adjusted the glove on his dick, which had grown even fuller from her own pleasure.

“We’re gonna need to prescribe a heavy duty painkiller, darling Q,” he told her in a husky voice. “Something that kicks morphine’s ass one way and the other.”

Careful not to hurt her, he straddled her hips from the edge of the bed, and he very gently pushed his protected dick into her lips. It was tricky given the fingers of the glove, but he could do it. He thrust slowly and gently into her: Q locked eyes with him, and she breathed harder. He had no idea if it was from the sight of him or the feeling of him, but it made no difference to him. He was giving it to her.

He was giving it to her, and when he had been on the bottom most of the time this whole time.

His face flushed as he knew he was about to reach the top on his end.

“Harder,” she blurted out. “Harder!”

He thrusted harder, and through the protection of the latex, he could feel she was even wetter and softer from before. He had already made her come twice with the licks on her clit, but now he was about to do it himself. He barred his teeth and raised up before he came all inside of the glove. He nearly fell onto his back on the floor, but he caught himself and flopped face down onto the bed next to her, out of breath. His damp hair spread over his face, and he could feel the sweat on the side of his forehead.

She lay down on the side of his body and kissed the side of his neck.

“You did so good,” she whispered into his ear. “So very good.” She then lifted off of him and climbed off the bed.

“There’s Jay with the food and the lingerie,” she said, out of breath. He closed his eyes and listened to the door opening, followed by their whispers to each other. They giggled at something, and then he felt Jay gently patting his bare ass.

“He’s gonna have hell of a time after dinner tonight,” was all he heard right then.