#whole lotta red hot

[feralchaton]

The promise of a clean regime are promises we keep. Do you like it rough, I ask and are you up to task?

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Any store-bought, mall-bought, or name-brand attire pales compared to Playboi Carti's. 

[simp4wom3n]

Why Don't I Know You?

Requested: Yes/No ~ How about Regina having a crush on the reader but not saying anything bc she thinks the reader won't like her, but when the reader starts talking to her and everything, Regina is suddenly possessive ykwis

Pairing: Regina George x Reader

Summary: Shocked when a face she doesn't recognise shows up in her class, Regina makes it her goal to learn everything about them, even if it leads to her gaining a massive crush. ~ Word Count: 4.1k ~ Warnings: lotta swearing, one slur, otherwise mainly fluff

A/N: HI!!! FIRST RENEE/REGINA FIC!!! she is criminally underwritten, so I thought I would do my part (other people pls do right for her I need stuff to read). I love her so so much, and I had a blast writing this, so pls enjoy <3 + I will be creating a Renee rapp taglist so comment or message me if you wanna be on it :)

The halls of North Shore High were like a second home to Regina. Some would call it her hunting ground. Each year, she relished her opportunity to prowl the hallways, hunting the new freshman as she committed every new face and name to mind, with the intention of digging up all the dirt she possibly could. With thanks to Gretchen, she knew everything about everyone.

But then there was you.

"Alright, we have a new student joining us today."

Regina's eyes widened in pure shock as you walked into the room. With your bag casually slung over your shoulder, you make a beeline for the empty tables surrounding Regina. Ignoring the intensity of her gaze, you drop your bag and settle into the chair next to her. The faint strains of music emanated from the headphones hanging from your ears as you began organizing your belongings, only to be interrupted by the teacher.

"Y/n, if you could please stand and introduce yourself."

Your eyes flicked nervously towards the teacher, and the entire class turned to look at you. The intensity of Regina's gaze made your cheeks glow with a faint red before you sighed dejectedly and reluctantly stood up, pulling out your headphones.

"Um... Hi, I'm Y/n... not really much else to say."

The teacher nodded at you before turning around to start the lesson. Watching as you sat down, Regina's focus shifted entirely to you.

She couldn't tell whether it was because she knew nothing about you, or that you were just so damn hot.

Maybe it was both.

As soon as the bell rang, signalling the end of the class, Regina wasted no time storming off to find Gretchen. Having watched you for the entirety of the class, she was desperate to find out everything about you.

Strutting through the packed hallway, everyone staring at her in fear, Regina locked onto her target as she came into her view. "Gretchen!" she called irritatedly. The small girl quickly turned around as her eyes widened in fear. "Tell me... How is it that I don't know anything about this new Junior, Y/n? Why wasn't I informed? I need all the details now!"

Gretchen, scrambling to keep up with Regina's relentless pace, stammered out an apology. "I-I'm sorry, Regina! I didn't even know they were coming."

"God, you are useless!"

In only a week, not only had watching you become her routine, but she had even started to develop a crush on you, as painful as that was for her to admit.

She was supposed to be chased, not the one chasing.

Seeing you had become the favourite part of her day, even above having the whole school bow at her feet. She hadn't even talked to you. She just watched.

She meticulously studied your every move, subconsciously committing all of your subtle mannerisms to memory. Like the way you would take notes, or the way you would nibble at your fingers when you were focused. Or her personal favourite, when you knawed at the end of your pencil when you were nervous or stressed.

Fuck, she wishes she was that pencil.

She hated to admit it, but the thought of talking to you terrified her. Her usually overbearing confidence drained away whenever you sat in the chair next to her, your mysterious yet comforting presence causing her to malfunction.

And yet, as she sat at lunch with Gretchen and Karen, she refused to mutter a word about you to them. The furthest they pushed was when Gretchen asked about you after catching Regina staring at you, and the look Regina gave the poor girl made her shut up immediately.

The lunch tables were packed as usual, but Regina's eyes scanned the hallway beside them. She was well aware that you never sat at any of the tables, so she patiently waited for you to return to your locker, which was conveniently placed within sight of her table.

Karen and Gretchen's incessant babbling went unnoticed as you finally appeared. She couldn't help but notice your slouched posture and sluggish movements. You looked exhausted. Your headphones, which you always had on you, dangled from one ear as you forcefully opened your locker.

As if she wasn't already concerned, the table of varsity jocks had also noticed you, taking your clearly irritated mood as a green light to push even more of your buttons. From across the room, Regina watched with a clenched jaw as three of them stood from the table and made their way towards you.

Her body ached with anger as she watched them grab you by the shoulder and throw you against the lockers. Your exhausted expression turned to one of fear as they held you up against the cold metal doors. The guy forcefully snatched your headphones away, callously tossing them to the ground and obliterating them with a single forceful step.

Regina choked on a gasp. She knew how much you loved those headphones.

She was annoyingly out of earshot as she watched them continue to laugh at and berate you whilst shaking you against the lockers. Her blood was boiling. The others had noticed her expression and cast confused glances towards the commotion, which only confused them more.

The Regina they knew would be laughing.

After Regina's next victims finally let you go, your body shook as you realised that the whole school had just watched you get shamelessly belittled. As soon as your gaze locked with Regina's, your embarrassment grew unbearable, triggering you to hastily get your belongings before moving to make a swift escape.

The last Regina saw of you, you were frantically running away, desperately trying to hide your state as tears streamed down your face.

Those jocks had no idea what was coming for them.

The next time she laid eyes on you was the week after. She had already exacted her revenge on the jocks, having called their parents and telling them they all had STDs, yet when she caught sight of your weary expression as you entered the classroom, the familiar sense of triumph eluded her.

As the lesson passed and the teacher blabbered about a new group project, Regina's eyes never left you as you buried yourself in your notebook.

"Ok, listening, please." the teacher announced, garnering both of your attention. "The groups are as follows," you patiently waited for your name to be read out so you could go back to absentmindedly doodling in the margins of your book, whilst Regina similarly waited to hear the name of the poor soul who would be stuck with her. Yet, to her surprise, she wasn't disgusted by the name read beside hers.

"Y/n and Regina,"

With eyes wide and fixed on the teacher, Regina failed to notice the sudden blush that crept onto your cheeks, causing you to quickly lower your head. "You have the rest of the lesson to plan." the teacher mumbled before returning to their desk, where they sat silently.

Neither of you moved. After a second of secretly hoping Regina would make her move, you figured she wasn't interested in you or the project. Opening your computer and immediately diving into research, Regina sat at her desk, trying to build the courage to talk to you.

God, she hated being a coward.

After a few minutes and a few internal pep talks, she decided to take her one excuse to talk to you as she finally scooted her desk towards yours and turned to face you. As she inched closer, your heart began to race, sensing her gaze fixed on you. With a bashful smile, you diverted your attention from your screen and finally made eye contact with her.

She was breathtaking.

Clearing your throat, you quickly turned back to your computer as you scratched the back of your neck. "I-I'll just do it all when I get home," you spoke nervously, presuming THE Regina George would want nothing to do with you or the project.

"What makes you think I'd make you do it alone," she retorts, her tone more flirtatious than she had intended, but she wasn't mad about it. You looked back at her, lost for words for a second as you tried to scramble together a response.

"Well... I-I just presumed you wouldn't want to help." A small smile formed on her lips as you briefly glanced at her, "I mean, you hardly pay attention, so I just... figured." She softly giggles at your words, her laughter sending a flutter of excitement through your body.

Little did you know she was distracted by you.

"Come to mine later. We can do it together." Regina's unexpected display of confidence caught both of you off guard as her usual flirtatious demeanour made a comeback. Meanwhile, you stared at her in disbelief, trying to process what had just happened. "Ugh... Yeah, sure, if that's ok?"

"I wouldn't have asked if it wasn't"

As the school bell rang through the corridors, you were overwhelmed with both relief and anxiety. After enduring a tedious day at school, you were now faced with the terrifying task of not only talking to Regina but also spending hours alone with her at her house.

Walking out the doors and towards the car park, the sound of the bustling school fading into the background, your eyes catch a familiar blonde leaning up against her Jeep. Your heart began to race faster as you approached her, your bag feeling heavier with each step.

Her expression softened as she noticed you approaching, a warm smile gracing her lips, and she pushed herself off her car. "Hey," she greets softly, a soft shade of pink painting her cheeks as you both smile at each other. "Hi," you said breathlessly with a small chuckle.

Without another word, Regina moves to get in, and you follow suit, chucking your bag into the backseat next to hers before climbing into the passenger seat.

The breeze gently tousled your hair as you drove to her house, the soothing tunes of music filling the air, matching the nervous excitement between you both. Your heart beat along with the music as you snuck glances at the girl sitting next to you. With her eyes focused on the road and the wind softly brushing her skin, you were utterly mesmerised by her.

Of course, you had heard of Regina George's horror stories, but this girl was different.

Sure, you hadn't spoken till this morning, but there was something about her you couldn't quite describe. Something that brought you to school every day, comforting you as you sat in undoubtedly one of the most boring classes, and that gave life at North Shore High purpose.

Frankly, you rejected any idea of her being a heartless bitch.

When you eventually turned into her driveway, your gaze was forced away from her as you caught sight of her house, or should you say mansion. The house was almost cinematic in grandeur, your eyes growing wider by the second as you drove closer before eventually stopping at the door.

"Wow," you mumbled under your breath as you exited her car, your eyes not leaving the building as you reached for your bag. You heard Regina chuckle lightly as she led the way to her door. "My mum's not home, thank god, so we have the place to ourselves."

You nod mindlessly as you follow her through the front door. As you trailed behind her, the pristine marble floors beneath your feet echoed with each step, a stark contrast to the scuffed linoleum of the school corridors.

Just when you thought you had gotten used to it, Regina led you to her room. Stepping inside, you find yourself mesmerised by everything around you. "This is your bedroom?" you asked, clearly taken aback. Regina glanced back at you, a shy smile on her face.

"Yeah, It was my parents, but I asked them to trade me." "Right...". You couldn't help but be captivated by the array of decorations adorning the walls, taking in the posters and photos that offered a rare glimpse into her life beyond her reign as the queen of North Shore.

Sitting on her bed and removing her shoes, she motions for you to do the same. Dropping your bag next to her massive bed and grabbing everything you need, you carefully sit down next to her, leaving enough room between the two of you so you don't seem invasive.

Opening your laptop and notebook, you place them on the bed as you pull up the project materials. You can feel Regina's gaze on you even though she's trying to be subtle, and the thought instantly makes your cheeks glow softly.

"So, uh, where do you want to start?"

The next few hours flew by as you worked on the project together. Regina was surprisingly helpful, the two of you moving closer as your work drew to a close. Now that the project was over, the familiar awkwardness lingered in the air as you searched for something to talk about that wouldn't embarrass you.

"You're really good at drawing, you know." Regina compliments softly, pointing at your notebook margins before you can say anything as you blush at her words. "Thanks... I've been doing it more since-" "Your headphones broke." Regina cuts you off as you look at her surprised.

"Yeah... How did you know that?" It was Regina's turn to blush as she realised that she had just revealed herself. Stammering to find an excuse, she looks away for a second, embarrassed. "I-I'm just a very observant person."

You look at her suspiciously with a small smile gracing your lips, the thought of Regina watching you making your heart flutter.

"You're different." you find yourself blurting out, "from how everyone else describes you, I mean." you finish quickly. Regina chuckles as she smiles at you softly. "You're different too. Good different. I like it."

The tension between you grew as you stared into each other's eyes. A softness behind her pale blue eyes drew you in, and before you knew it, you were slowly leaning in. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you caught Regina glancing down at your lips, her own caught between her teeth as your faces grew closer.

"Regina, honey!" You scramble backwards as Regina's bedroom door flies open, revealing who you believe to be her mum. "Oh. Hi there!" "Mum, seriously!?" Regina yells in disbelief. Your ears begin to ring as your head pounds, thinking about what would have happened if you had not been interrupted.

"I'm sorry, honey, I didn't realise you had anyone over." While Regina's mother was apologising, you could hear Regina sighing in frustration next to you. "I'll just go to the kitchen." Her mum suggests as she begins to leave the room, but you beat her to it. "No, Ms George, it's okay. I was on my way out anyway." You offer her a smile you hope appears as genuine as you quickly throw everything into your bag.

Trying to ignore Regina's pained gaze, you threw your bag over your shoulder, grabbed your shoes, and quickly exited her bedroom, making your way out the front door. You had no plan on how to get home, but you would rather walk than have to sit in that room after what had happened.

Walking into school the next day was like walking straight into a nightmare. You already weren't fond of the school, having been called slurs and made fun of constantly, but adding to that, your usual excitement of seeing Regina had been replaced with pure fear.

In just one night, you managed to spin every interaction you ever had with the girl, leaving you incredibly embarrassed about how you had let it all happen. Who were you to think Regina might actually like you? You were probably just a pawn in some big game.

Unlocking your locker and throwing it open, already fed up with the day before it had even begun, you began to unpack your stuff, completely ignorant of the approaching jock.

Walking into school with a similarly distraught look, Regina's mind was stuck reeling over the events from last night. The question of why you ran away was all she could think about until she heard a sharp bang.

Before you could react, you were once again thrown against the lockers, an irritated grunt leaving your lips. Your eyes met the same bastard who had made bullying you their new hobby. "Back for more, dyke?" he taunted you, your fists clenching involuntarily as you awaited the verbal abuse he was undoubtedly about to unleash on you.

Regina's head immediately whipped in its direction, a new sense of anger rushing through her body as she saw your saddened figure being pinned up against the lockers. Without hesitation, she storms towards the jock holding you against the wall with a fire burning behind her eyes.

"Fuck off, asshole!"

The boy's expression quickly shifted, causing him to release his grip on you and hastily retreat in terror. You sighed in relief as you observed Regina approaching you, her face contorted with unmistakable rage.

You found it quite amusing how scary everyone found her, causing the boy who had just been full of confidence to shrink into insignificance, like a tiny ant that she was about to step on.

"Look in her direction again, and it won't just be STDs next time."

The boy's face flashed in realisation before hurriedly scrambling off. All eyes were fixed on you as Regina directed her gaze towards you, her expression instantly softening with a hint of concern in her eyes. "Are you ok?" you managed a nod as the softness of her voice filled you with a comforting warmth.

"Yeah… Thanks," you replied softly, your familiar awkward energy filling the air. She watched you momentarily as you remained silent, hopeful that you would acknowledge her. Yet, as you continued to avert your gaze away from her, she gave you a soft nod before turning to leave. Her stomach sank as the failing state of your relationship grew more and more obvious.

With an unfamiliar burn of tears behind her eyes, her pace quickened as she tried to get as far away from you as she possibly could.

But you stopped her.

"Regina, wait!"

Looking over her shoulder and meeting your sorry gaze, her heart can't help but flutter as she watches you slowly jog after her. "Sorry, I-" you hesitated, feeling a surge of nerves as you came the closest you had been to Regina since yesterday. "Did you want to maybe... hang out at yours after school again?"

"Didn't we finish the project?" She seems confused, completely missing that you wanted to spend time together outside what was needed. "No, we did. I just thought we could, you know, just watch a movie or something, but if you're not into that-"

"I would love to." She interrupts your anxious babbling with a gentle laugh, her gaze filled with admiration as you stare at her in a state of surprise and joy. "Meet me at the same place, ok?" "Yeah". Regina walks away from you with a smirk as you stand there frozen.

Holy shit, you just asked Regina George out.

The trip to Regina's after the bell finally rang was much like the day before.

She waited for you by her car, dismissing her other friends when she spotted you. Greeting each other warmly before jumping in the car, you once again listened to music whilst the wind swept through your hair, a nervous yet warm sense of anticipation falling between you.

Pulling up to her house, which you were still in awe of, you jumped out of the car and walked towards the front door behind Regina. "This time, my mum actually isn't home and won't be. I made sure of it. So we really do have the place all to ourselves."

You both laughed at her words as a small blush crept onto your cheeks. You walked behind Regina as she entered her bedroom, studying the now familiar walls as she set up everything you needed to watch a movie.

After sitting on her bed with the TV switched on and Netflix loaded up, you still remained standing in her doorway, nibbling on your pencil, which you always kept stowed away in your pocket, causing her to glance at you with a puzzled expression. "You seem distracted. Everything okay?" she asked, her voice soft yet discerning.

Snapping back into reality, offering her a sheepish smile, you replied, "Yeah, just lost in thought, I guess." taking the pencil from your lips, you slowly moved towards her bed, your eyes subconsciously scanning every inch of her body, your mind going wild seeing her so comfortable.

Her gaze fixated on you, her piercing blue eyes captivating in the sunlight pouring through the window. She laughed softly, the sound filling the room with a pleasant melody. "Lost in thought or thoughts of me?"

The comment caught you off guard, and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I… um, what makes you say that?". Regina, who reclined into her bed, gestured towards your hand, occupied by a chewed-up pencil.

"You always chew on that when you're nervous," she spoke softly. Your eyes widened in astonishment as the familiar burn returned to your cheeks. "How do you know that?" She smirked, "I notice everything." Regina's gaze never wavered as she continued watching you, a playful glint in her eyes.

"So, what's got you so nervous, Y/n?"

You felt a lump form in your throat as Regina's question hung in the air, filling the lavish room with tension. You couldn't help but fidget with your pencil, trying to find the right words to capture the overwhelming mix of emotions that Regina's presence constantly stirred within you.

"I, uh… it's just… everything, I guess. School, people, this…" You gestured vaguely between the two of you, unable to articulate the chaotic mess of feelings inside. Regina leaned up, her voice softening. "Well, you don't have to be nervous around me." Her eyes locked onto yours, a sincerity beneath the confident facade. "Now sit."

Slipping your shoes off and sitting on the bed, you move closer to Regina, who is lying against her pillows, her gaze unwavering. Eventually settling next to her, you turn to look at her, your heart fluttering as her soft eyes meet yours.

The room seemed to buzz with an unspoken energy, and all you could hear was the sound of your shared breaths. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, watching Regina's eyes analyse your face. A blush painted her cheeks, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Regina seemed hesitant, her mouth opening as if searching for the right words. "You know, I've been infatuated with you ever since you first walked into class." Your heart did a somersault at her words. A dreamy smile spread across your face, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of joy and disbelief.

"Regina George. Infatuated with me?" you teased playfully, her confession coursing adrenaline through your veins. With a gentle laugh, she hides her face briefly behind her hand before looking back at you, matching your wide smile.

"Shut up."

Leaning towards you, Regina's hands delicately wrapped around your neck, a slight shiver travelling down your spine. The room appeared to tighten as Regina held you, her touch confident and gentle. You caught your bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes never leaving Regina's as she closed the distance.

Time seemed to stand still as her lips met yours.

The touch of her lips against yours was gentle, her hands brushing your neck with a mix of desire and passion. Everything else faded away as you fell into the kiss.

Her breath mingled with yours, and you could feel the rapid beat of her heart echoing your own. The room seemed to buzz with an electrifying charge, and the only sounds that reached your ears were the shared breaths between you two.

As Regina pulled away, a shared moment of breathless silence hung in the air. Once buzzing with unspoken energy, the room was now filled with the soft sounds of your intertwined breaths. Regina's cheeks were tinted with a deeper blush, and a subtle smirk played on her lips.

Your mind still reeling from the feeling of her lips on hers, you speak with a breathless chuckle, "What's everyone else gonna think?". Regina smirked at your question, a glint of defiance in her eyes as she pulled you back in, mumbling her response on your lips.

"Let them talk."

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John Price x female!reader, tf141 x female!reader, tf141!reader, bratting, punishment, spanking, noncon spanking, pussy spanking, just a whole lotta spanks, clit torture, blowjobs, pussyjob; note: this is 90% price x reader, the lads come in just at the very end

"The fuck are you gonna do about it?" You snap at Price.

You've been a brat all day- snarky, sarcastic, bitching under your breath about anything and everything. Price had rolled his eyes and ignored your more obvious attempts to bait him into a fight. Instead you went after your squad, using everything you could to jab into their softest parts, right up to and including things that you know- you fucking know- were off limits.

And now Price was staring you down like a bull across his desk, refusing to budge an inch against whatever bee had crawled up your ass- you didn't even know yourself, it was just a day that you wanted company in your misery, a desire to make someone hurt. Your captain didn't care for it.

Besides, what was he going to do? You hadn't broken any rules, just been a cunt. He could throw you on punishment duty but what would that serve? You'd done details, you'd scrubbed toilets and stood in the rain for hours in parade rest. It didn't matter, any more than standing in the rain on missions did. You were safe in your little palace of poison.

Price sighed, and you gloated a little in victory- until he stood and motioned you to come around to his side of the desk. He stood as well, looking down at you with his frown and his mustache all bristling- and suddenly the world tilted as strong hands gripped your shoulder and hip. It spun again and settled- you were now nearly upside down over Price's lap, your arms pinned under you between his thighs, head dangling, and your ass propped up.

The first spank hits you with a dull thud, and you shriek in indignation. How fucking dare he-!

Smack!

You yelp again, kicking, and snarl over your shoulder at the captain. He's impassive, only looking down at you like some- some rude child who didn't listen-

Smack!

Harder, in the same spot, and even through your pants and underwear it aches. He's got big hands, strong callused palms- it's like being hit with a paddle. You try and free your arms and get two spanks for that, and your head spins as blood rushes down into it. For a second you stop struggling, trying to regain some equilibrium, and to your horror feel a rush of cool air on your ass as your clothes are yanked down, hobbling your knees together.

No, no way, absolutely fucking not-

The next spank lands solidly on your bare ass, right over both cheeks, and you shriek in mingled pain and fury. Another follows it, another and another, spanks landing back and forth over your ass until the whole of it feels red hot. Price still hasn't said anything to you, taking your snarled curses and struggling in stride- you call him a bastard and he only spanks harder- and it feels neverending. You'll always be stuck here, pinned like a bug, your captain swinging ceaselessly against your ass until it's so red and swollen even a softer tap of his fingers makes you whine. Tears and snot drip down your face, your lungs heaving for air as each spank and slap jolts your breath from you.

He pauses, and you gulp air, trying to find the anger again and instead only feeing the humiliation, the shame. Bare-assed over your captains knee and crying like a bitch, because you had to go and be a bitch to your squad. Who didn't deserve it.

Prices hand settles over your thighs, thin skin still unmarked, untouched, and your eyes fly open wide as his hand pulls back.

"no, no, I'm sorry I'm sorry please don't-!"

The smack is so loud it echoes in the room and you scream through your teeth. Fuck, it hurt, you swear you can feel every finger mark like it's been drawn on you. Your thighs are sensitive, meant for gentle touches and careful kisses, not this- this- beating, a brutal slap of a strong hand over and over as you yell and squirm fruitlessly, heat building up to rival the burning left in your ass, until you're full sobbing. You fall limp, legs and arms dangling, the rest of your body eclipsed by the aching, deep heat radiating through you.

Price leaves his hand on your thighs, fingers spread right into the bright red marks he's left on you. His other arm lifts from your back, apparently trusting that you're too broken to try and get away now. It's over, you think, finally done, you can pull up your pants and limp away to nurse your hurts in your room.

And then both hands cup your ass, squeezing, and you moan like a poor ruined bitch as he spreads your cheeks apart and takes a good look at your sopping wet pussy.

Every slap, spank, and smack had gone right through your flesh to your cunt. Every tear leaking from your eyes, every humiliated sob and rush of shame and embarrassment, all of it melting into a white-hot heat that you'd desperately tried to hide, and yet it was for nothing. Price was looking straight down at the evidence of what you really felt from his punishing blows.

You hang there for a moment, and then he was easing you upright, steadying you as the blood rush from so long upside down reversed itself. You feel dumb and ruined, sniffling, your ass and thighs so hot you could feel it against your hand. Then Price lifts you under your arms to sit on his desk, and you yowl, the cold wood a new burning pain. He hauls down on the tangled mess of your clothes, stopping them at your boots, and pushes your knees apart.

You're bare assed on your captains desk, his handprints on your flesh, face red and wet, for anyone to see- to know just how you'd been punished- and to your horror you feel your pussy clench, a little creamy gush leaking out. You were dripping onto his desk, and Price saw it, humming in consideration as he looked down at the small soft folds of your pussy, clit a little popped up at the top. His big hand cups you and you moan. Warm, gentle, it almost made you cry again. You're so turned on, so needy for a touch that would bring pleasure after all the pain.

"Three more," Price says, "for each of the squad you decided to hurt today with your words, and then you're all done." And you feel with a clenching terror his hand shift from softly cupping you to a flat palm and stiff fingers, laid right over your sensitive cunt.

You don't even have it in you to fight him, instead just looking up at him with new tears in your eyes. "I'm sorry," you whimper, "I am, I promise, I'll be better, just...please, please don't. I can't."

Price smiles at you like you'd pleased him, but doesn't move his hand. "I know. And it's good to be sorry. But your punishment isn't done, and you can't get out of finishing it. Deep breath for me, now," and you lay down on the desk and grab the edge behind your head, taking a deep, shuddering breath, your whole body trembling.

Your pussy clenches in anticipation and a betraying burst of pleasure as Price rubs his palm over your clit, fucking warming up, perking up like there's something good coming, and you can't stop the shuddering moan as he teases you.

When his hand pulls back and slaps down, just as hard and heavy as when he spanked your ass, your moan turns into a scream, torn out of your throat as your body arches against the desk, stuck, caught between the terrible hand and unyielding wood. Your cunt burns, your clit hurts so bad, and there's another betraying jolt through your belly.

When Price lifts his hand back, you see a wet spot on the palm, and the arousal that shudders through you only makes you sob, knowing your clit has swollen up even more, a bigger target.

The second smack throws you into such pain it overrides your senses, thighs shaking uncontrollably as your head bangs against the desk. Two hits and you're so swollen and hot, too sensitive, your lower body a big pulsing knot of pain and needy pleasure. You can't take this. You never liked too much pressure on your clit, always reminding partners to be gentle, to be careful, but now your cunt is gushing and you're sobbing for it, wanting another hit as much as you want it to just stop. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean- I didn't mean it, I'm sorry I said- it hurts- I'm sorry sorry sorry..."

Price's hands run softly down your thighs, just skirting the edge of the purpling bruises he left. "It's alright, now. We know you just got all twisted up and took it out on everyone nearby. They know you aren't like this, they'll forgive you. One more, and then the lads will get you back to your room," he says, and laughs at the bewildered look on your face. "What, did you think they don't know what's going on? They're listening at the door to your wailing."

You think of the squad, Ghost and Soap and Gaz, hurting from your barbs, clustered outside Price's door as you sobbed and shouted, hearing each spank as it landed- hearing you now as Price hits something so obviously more sensitive- and give up. It's too much. Your clit wants more even as your mind wants less, your ass and thighs are so laden with bruises you can't think of sitting on them, your pussy lips so swollen you can see them peeking up from between your thighs. The last bit of fight leaves you as you stare up at your captain with swimming eyes, as he readies his hand for the last of your punishment.

You take a deep breath as he orders, waiting, held on the edge.

SMACK!

You scream but don't hear it, vision whiting out as Price brings his hand down full force, pain ripping through your cunt as the slap lands with pinpoint accuracy on the poor little head of your clit- and then Price rubs, his palm and fingers dragging over your pussy, and you come so hard a muscle in your side pulls, a new unexpected pain added to the fire in your cunt, slick squirting out of your hole to drip down the desk and onto Price's boots. You're floating in a haze of sensation, his hand still there, still pressing down, and the drag of his wet fingers as he pulls away draws a longer, shuddering orgasm from you. There's nothing in the world except the heat and the pain and the pleasure.

You come back a little to the click of the door opening and closing again, and three hot bodies crowd around your head. Your eyes are closed but you hear the thick wet sounds of fists moving over cocks, heavy breathing, and open your mouth for them. Someone moans, and a plush cock head rubs your lips, a few drops of pre dampening them before ropes of come spill out, streaking over your mouth and tongue, your cheeks still wet with tears. You poke your tongue out to lick at it, and catch a second cock instead, suckling at the head as much as your can in your addled, endorphin-drunk state. More come fills your mouth, spills out the corner of your lips, and when the third slides in past your teeth and rubs against your cheeks you whine and let him have your mouth, open and limp. The third round of come is enough in your mouth to swallow.

A fourth cock is suddenly fitted against your pussy and you sob, eyes flying open in fright, but Price soothes you with a hand smoothing softly over your belly. "It's alright, honey, this won't hurt you. Just going to rub off, that's all," and he so gently thrusts his cock between the bruise-swollen folds of your pussy, only barely grazing the underside of your clit, that he's right- it doesn't hurt- just pleasure, smoothing through you like liquor, and somehow you come a little more, a soft wet squeeze against Price that leaves him spilling over you, his come almost cool against your burning pussy.

Someone gathers you up, clothes still all disarrayed- you shy away from the thought of trying to pull them up over your ass and thighs. Instead you're cradled against a broad chest, carried back to your room where you're stripped fully and laid down on your belly, soft cool cloths spread over your ass and thighs, one tucked carefully up against your pussy. You're already fading away, body on a low thrum, when you realize someone is still with you.

Price smooths your hair off your forehead, sticky with drying come- no one cleaned your face off. His hand is soft and easy, and you blink up at him. "I'm sorry," you offer again, in a voice hoarse from screaming.

"I know love," Price says, "and you took the punishment well. Remember, this happens again, it'll be worse for you." You nod and agree, and close your eyes, drifting off. You fucked up and found out- but your captain handled it, handled you, and you won't forget the lesson.

[maddie0101]

『 chapter one 』

꧁ summary: dean and the reader get thrown back to the 1920s, stuck in a time where they don’t belong. with no clue how to get home, their best bet is to blend in, fast.

꧁ warnings: cussing, protective!dean, slight fluff, pinning, Dean in suspenders looking hot as ever, men in the 1920s, lmk if I missed anything?

꧁ word count: 4.3k

꧁ note: omg, I finally posted the first chapter! schedule has been set to chapters being released on mondays! lmk what you guys think!

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The hunt had been routine. A simple case of cursed objects, an old mansion filled with junk that shouldn’t have been disturbed. Dean had been griping about how easy it was, how “even Sam could’ve handled this one over the phone,” right up until the moment the two of you touched the wrong damn thing.

At the time, though, nothing had happened.

You’d found the object, a small, gold watch tossed it in a cloth bag, and finished clearing the house. No sudden flashes of light, no eerie whispers, no instant consequences. Just another weird relic, probably cursed, definitely something to lock up in the bunker’s storage room and forget about.

Or so you thought.

By the time you got back to the bunker, exhaustion had settled deep in your bones. You dumped your gear on the war room table, letting out a sigh. Dean followed suit, tossing his duffel down with a thud before stretching his arms over his head.

“Well, that was a whole lotta nothin’,” he said, voice laced with boredom. “Could’ve wrapped that up in half the time if you weren’t so damn careful about everything.”

You shot him a look. “Oh, I’m sorry, do you want to get cursed?”

Dean scoffed. “Please. If that thing was gonna do something, it would’ve done it already.”

And because fate was a cruel, ironic bitch, that was the exact moment the watch, forgotten inside the bag, began to hum. The sound was low at first, almost imperceptible, but then the whole room seemed to shift. The air grew thick, the overhead lights flickered, and a deep, unnatural pull wrapped around your gut.

“Uh, Dean—���

Before you could move, the watch pulsed with energy. A violent force yanked at you like a ripcord being pulled and the world tilted.

And then—The bunker was gone. The scent of gun oil and old books vanished, replaced by thick cigarette smoke and the sharp tang of gasoline. Instead of cool concrete floors, your boots scuffed against pavement.

Dean had grabbed your arm immediately, his grip solid and grounding, his body tensed like he was expecting a fight. “Tell me you’re seein’ what I’m seein’,” he muttered, his voice tight.

You swallowed hard, your heart hammering in your chest. The people around you were dressed like they’d walked straight out of The Great Gatsby—men in suits and fedoras, women in beaded dresses, their lips painted a deep red. A streetcar rattled past, kicking up dust, and a newspaper boy hollered from the corner, “Extra, extra! Read all about it—Prohibition raids downtown!”

Your stomach dropped.

“Oh, hell no,” Dean muttered.

You turned to him, your own panic reflected in his wide green eyes. “Dean… I think we just got zapped into the 1920s.”

Dean let out a sharp breath, scrubbing a hand down his face. “You’ve gotta be freakin’ kidding me.”

People were already starting to stare. Not just quick glances, but full-on, lingering what the hell are they wearing? stares. A few passersby even whispered to each other, their eyes flicking from your boots to Dean’s flannel like you’d just stepped off a spaceship.

It took you a second to realize why. Your clothes.

Jeans, t-shirts, boots, the normal, comfortable, modern look you always went for. But in the middle of a street filled with suspenders, pressed slacks, and actual fucking fedoras, you and Dean might as well have been wearing neon signs that read: Not From Around Here.

Dean noticed it, too. His entire body tensed, his shoulders going rigid as he muttered, “Shit.”

“Yeah, okay, we gotta move,” he said, grabbing your wrist in that no-nonsense, don’t argue with me way and tugging you into motion. His pace was quick but controlled, his boots clicking against the pavement as he steered you down the sidewalk. You passed shop windows filled with fancy hats, silk gloves, and glass perfume bottles, their golden price tags glinting under the electric lights.

Dean was already muttering to himself, running through a plan. “We need to lay low, figure out where the hell we are, and—”

“—find clothes that don’t make us look like time travelers?” you cut in, glancing down at your boots. “Because we are definitely getting stared at.”

Dean exhaled through his nose, irritated but resigned. “Damn haunted antiques,” he grumbled. “Just once, I’d like to go on a case where we don’t get zapped, cursed, or thrown into some parallel dimension.”

You snorted. “Yeah, well, guess we’re not that lucky.”

“No shit.” Dean’s grip tightened on your wrist. “We need to get off the street. Now.”

The moment you turned the corner, you nearly collided with a man stepping out of a shop. You gasped, stumbling back as he caught himself with a smooth step, barely fazed.

“Whoa—easy there, doll,” the stranger drawled, his voice slow and syrupy, like he had all the time in the world. He tipped his fedora at you, a lazy grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

You barely had a second to process the sweetheart before his gaze flickered over you and Dean, curiosity flashing in his eyes. “You two get caught in the rain or somethin’?” he asked, head tilting. “You look a little… out of place.”

Dean stiffened beside you, his entire body coiled tight like a spring. You could feel the tension radiating off him, his grip still firm around your wrist. He didn’t say anything, but you could practically hear the son of a bitch forming in his head.

So, you jumped in first, forcing what you hoped was an easy smile. “Uh, yeah,” you said quickly, heart hammering. “Long story. We, um… lost our luggage.”

The man raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, but he didn’t press. “Tough luck,” he said, clicking his tongue. “You might wanna check out Miss Ruby’s dress shop down the way—she’ll fix you up real nice.” Then his gaze slid to Dean, taking in the flannel, the jeans, the decidedly not 1920s-approved boots, and his smirk deepened. “And, uh… maybe get your fella a proper suit before someone thinks he’s lost.”

Dean’s entire face twitched. His lips pressed together in a thin line, his grip on you tightening like he was this close to decking the guy just for existing. Instead, he forced what might’ve been the most painful smile of his life and muttered, “Yeah. Thanks, pal.”

The man gave a polite tip of his hat before strolling away, casual as ever, leaving you and Dean standing there in awkward silence.

“C’mon, Winchester,” you teased, stepping ahead of him, the streetlights casting long shadows on the pavement. “Let’s get you looking respectable.”

Dean let out a low grumble behind you, but he followed.

Miss Ruby’s shop was small but elegant, nestled between a bakery and a hat store, its window display showcasing delicate lace gloves, silk scarves, and dresses that looked like they belonged in an old hollywood film. The moment you stepped inside, the scent of lavender and perfume wrapped around you like a thick, flowery embrace, mingling with the faint hint of dust and aged fabric. The place was warm, cozy in that old-money kind of way—polished wood floors, gold-framed mirrors lining the walls, and soft jazz crackling from a radio in the corner.

Miss Ruby herself was a sharp-eyed woman in her fifties, dressed to the nines in a dark burgundy dress with matching lipstick, her hair pinned into neat curls. The moment her gaze landed on you and Dean—your modern clothes standing out like a sore thumb—her thin brows lifted. She didn’t even hesitate before declaring, “Well, aren’t you two in a pickle?”

Dean huffed under his breath, shifting uncomfortably, but you stepped forward, plastering on a polite smile. “We, um… ran into some bad luck. We need outfits.”

Miss Ruby gave you a long, scrutinizing once-over, eyes narrowing slightly. “A couple in need of a wardrobe refresh, huh?”

Dean tensed beside you. “We’re not—”

“Yes,” you cut in quickly, elbowing him in the ribs hard enough that he let out a soft grunt. The last thing you needed was more questions, more suspicion. If blending in meant letting some random 1920s lady think you and Dean were a couple, then so be it.

Dean shot you a seriously? look but kept his mouth shut.

Miss Ruby didn’t look entirely convinced, but she just waved a hand. “Ladies’ section is in the back. Gents, you’ll be up front.” Then, with a smirk, she eyed Dean’s flannel like it personally offended her. “And maybe something that doesn’t look like it crawled out of a barn.”

Dean bristled, muttering something about perfectly good flannel and what the hell is wrong with barns? as you grinned and followed Miss Ruby deeper into the shop. The fabric of the dresses brushed against your fingertips as you passed—silks, velvets, delicate beading that caught the light. Everything here felt rich, out of place in your hands.

And for the first time since being thrown into this mess, the weight of it really hit you. You were stuck in another time, trying to fit into a world that wasn’t yours. But as your fingers skimmed the soft fabric of a midnight-blue dress, one thought grounded you.

At least you weren’t alone.

Ten minutes later…

You ran your hands down the beaded fabric of your dress, feeling the intricate embroidery beneath your fingertips, still struggling to believe you were actually wearing something so elegant. The midnight-blue silk clung to your figure in a way that felt both foreign and intoxicating, the delicate stitching shimmering under the soft glow of the shop’s lights.

Every movement sent a ripple through the fringe at the hem, making it swish around your legs like liquid silver. Your arms were bare except for the smooth embrace of long silk gloves that stretched up past your elbows, the fabric whispering against your skin. A delicate headband, adorned with tiny pearls and a single dark feather, sat nestled in your hair, completing the transformation. You caught your reflection in a nearby mirror and barely recognized the person staring back at you—like you’d stepped right out of an old photograph, a ghost of another time.

You weren’t sure how you felt about the dress--until you stepped out and saw Dean.

And oh, fuck.

He was standing near the shop’s front mirror, rolling his sleeves up just a little before adjusting the cuffs of his crisp white dress shirt. The vest fit like it had been made for him, the suit hugging every inch of his broad frame in a way that was downright sinful. And then there were the suspenders, peeking out from beneath the vest, stretched taut over his chest. Jesus. Dean Winchester in suspenders should’ve been illegal.

Your brain stalled, your breath hitched, and for a second, you forgot what the hell you were even doing.

Dean turned at the sound of your footsteps, his mouth already opening—probably to complain about something—only for the words to die on his tongue the second he saw you.

He fucking froze. His lips parted slightly, green eyes dragging over you in a slow, deliberate sweep that left your skin burning in its wake. His gaze lingered on the curve of your waist, the way the fabric hugged every inch of you just right, the delicate feather in your hair. He swallowed hard, adam’s apple bobbing, and you swore you saw his fingers twitch at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to reach out.

For once in his life, Dean Winchester had nothing to say.

The silence stretched between you, thick and crackling, charged with something electric. Your heart pounded so damn hard you were sure he could hear it.

Finally, Dean let out a breath, a little unsteady, and muttered, “Son of a bitch.”

You raised a brow, fighting a smirk. “That a good son of a bitch or a bad one?”

His jaw worked, his hands flexing at his sides like he didn’t trust himself not to reach for you. “You look…” He exhaled sharply and dragged a hand through his hair. “Jesus, sweetheart.”

Warmth spread through your chest, and you weren’t sure if it was from the compliment or the way he was looking at you—like you were the only damn thing in the world.

But two could play at that game.

You stepped closer, letting your eyes drift over him, slow and deliberate. “Not so bad yourself, Winchester.” You tilted your head. “Didn’t think I’d ever see you in suspenders.”

Dean cleared his throat, tugging at them like they personally offended him. “Yeah, well. They’re tryin’ to kill me.”

You grinned. “Shame. They’re kinda workin’ for you.”

Dean blinked. A faint flush crept up his neck. “Yeah?”

You hummed, your lips curving. “Yeah.”

Miss Ruby, who had been watching the whole exchange with an amused smirk, finally clapped her hands. “Well, aren’t you two just a sight? Like something straight out of a picture show.”

Dean tore his eyes away from you and cleared his throat again. “Uh. Yeah. Thanks.”

Miss Ruby handed you a small clutch and turned toward the register. “Go on and take a look at yourselves. Make sure everything fits.”

You turned to the mirror, expecting to feel a little ridiculous, but… you didn’t. Instead, you saw something else entirely—two people who looked like they belonged in this era. A sharp-dressed man and an elegant woman standing side by side, just like any other couple in the 1920s.

A couple.

Your breath caught in your throat, pulse hammering in your ears. Because for a second—just a damn second—it didn’t feel like you were on a hunt. Didn’t feel like you were trapped in the wrong time, wearing borrowed clothes, pretending to fit into a world that wasn’t yours.

It felt like something else. Something dangerous. Something that made your skin prickle and your stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with fear. And Dean felt it too—you could see it clear as day. His reflection met yours in the mirror, his green eyes dark and unreadable, something flickering behind them that sent a shiver down your spine. His fingers twitched at his sides, the same way they always did when he was holding himself back. Like he wanted to reach for you. Like he wanted to close the space between you, wanted to grab your waist and pull you flush against him—but didn’t dare.

The weight of it settled between you, thick as the summer air outside, humming like a live wire ready to snap.

It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? To give in. To step forward, to press your palm against his chest, feel the heat of him through all those damn layers. To tilt your chin up just a little, and—

Dean tore his eyes away first. Cleared his throat, shifted his stance like he was shaking off a punch. “We should, uh… get moving,” he muttered, tugging at the cuffs of his sleeves.

You nodded, maybe a little too quickly, trying to ignore the heat still crawling up your neck. “Yeah. Right.”

Dean made a noise somewhere between agreement and frustration, rubbing a hand over his mouth before turning toward the counter. He tossed a few crumpled bills—borrowed from a less-than-honest game of poker—onto the counter and gave Miss Ruby a tight-lipped smile. “Appreciate it.”

Miss Ruby arched a perfectly shaped brow, her gaze flicking between the two of you, lingering just a little too long. “Mhm. You kids have fun now.”

Dean grumbled something under his breath and made a beeline for the door, pushing it open a little harder than necessary. You followed, stepping back out into the warm night air, the scent of cigarette smoke and distant perfume hitting you instantly.

The street had settled a bit since earlier, the crowds thinning, the glow of streetlights casting long, hazy shadows across the sidewalk. You glanced over at Dean, who was adjusting his vest, his jaw set tight. He still looked too damn good in that suit, and it was doing absolutely nothing to help you get your head on straight.

Dean, for his part, looked as uncomfortable as ever. He tugged at his tie like it was choking the life out of him, muttering a string of curses under his breath. “Damn thing’s tryin’ to strangle me.”

You smirked, arms crossed as you watched him fumble with the knot. “You look good, Winchester. Try not to die over it.”

Dean shot you a look, equally annoyed and flustered but didn’t argue. Instead, he huffed and gave the tie one last, aggressive tug. “So what’s the plan, Miss I-Read-The-Great-Gatsby?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “First, we don’t draw attention to ourselves. Second, we figure out where the hell we are. Third, we find a way to get home.”

Dean grunted, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves. “And if we’re stuck?”

You swallowed hard. “We’re not stuck.”

Dean must’ve caught the flicker of doubt in your voice, because his jaw tightened. His eyes softened—just for a second but his voice was steady when he said, “Damn right, we’re not.”

Before you could respond, the sound of lighthearted laughter pulled your attention to a couple passing by. They were well-dressed, hands entwined as they strolled toward a neon-lit building tucked between a tailor shop and a dimly lit alleyway. The low thrum of music and lively conversation spilled onto the street, mingling with the scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke.

A speakeasy.

Dean followed your gaze, and a slow smirk crept onto his face. “Well, ain’t that convenient.”

You hesitated. “Dean, I don’t think—”

“Sweetheart,” he interrupted smoothly, extending his arm to you like a gentleman, “when in Rome.”

Your breath caught. It wasn’t fair, the way he could look at you like that, smirking, confident, like you were the only thing keeping him grounded in all of this. The glow of the streetlamp cast shadows across his sharp features, the crisp lines of his suit making him look like he belonged here, like he was meant to be leaning in close, waiting for you to take his arm.

Goddamn it.

You exhaled, leveling him with a warning glance. “Fine. But if we get arrested, I’m blaming you.”

Dean’s grin widened. “That’s fair.”

With an exaggerated sigh, you slid your hand into the crook of his arm, trying not to notice the warmth radiating through the fabric. The smirk he shot you told you he definitely noticed. “Let’s go raise some hell”

The second you stepped inside, the air wrapped around you—thick with cigarette smoke, the rich scent of whiskey, and the underlying hum of something electric. The jazz band onstage was in full swing, the brass section wailing as a sultry-voiced singer leaned into the mic, crooning lyrics that melted into the haze of conversation and clinking glasses.

On the dance floor, flappers twirled, skirts flaring as men in sharp suits spun them effortlessly. Laughter and shouts of delight filled the room, and for a second, it didn’t feel like you were stuck in the wrong decade—it felt like you’d stepped into a dream, something dazzling and dangerous all at once.

Dean led you through the crowd, his hand resting lightly on the small of your back. It should’ve been nothing—just instinct, just him keeping you close, but his touch seared through the silk of your dress like a brand. Every nerve in your body stood at attention.

“Looks like we fit right in,” he murmured, his voice low, his breath warm as it brushed against the shell of your ear.

A shiver threatened to race down your spine. You swallowed hard. “Guess so.”

The bar was a polished stretch of mahogany, manned by a broad-shouldered bartender in rolled-up sleeves and suspenders. He was wiping down a glass, his sharp gaze flicking up as you approached.

Dean leaned against the counter with that easy, practiced charm of his, flashing the bartender a lopsided grin. “Hey, pal. We’re new in town—just passin’ through. Know anywhere a couple of folks can get some work?”

The bartender’s eyes flicked between the two of you, his smirk slow and knowing. “Newlyweds?”

Dean choked on absolutely nothing.

You nearly did the same. “Uh—what?”

The bartender chuckled, clearly amused. “You two got the look. Lovebirds, fresh in the city.” He winked at you. “Don’t worry, doll. Your secret’s safe with me.”

Dean was still recovering, clearing his throat as he muttered, “Yeah. Great.”

Your heart flipped, an unwelcome warmth creeping up your neck at the thought of you and Dean looking like newlyweds. Which was ridiculous. Completely absurd. But then, as if he could feel the flustered mess brewing inside you, Dean slung an arm around your waist and pulled you against him.

You froze.

His voice, when he spoke, was smooth, easy. “Well, you got us all figured out, huh?”

The bartender grinned. “Hard to miss.”

Dean’s fingers flexed slightly at your waist, his grip firm, possessive. You had to remind yourself to breathe.

The bartender turned to grab a bottle of whiskey, and you seized the opportunity to lean in, lowering your voice to a harsh whisper. “What the hell are you doing?”

Dean didn’t loosen his hold. “Makin’ sure we don’t look suspicious.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Uh-huh.”

But he wasn’t looking at you anymore. His jaw was tight, his eyes trained on the bartender like he was waiting for something, calculating, already planning the next move. He was protecting you. And God help you because you didn’t want him to let go.

The bartender slid two glasses of whiskey across the counter, still smirking like he knew something you didn’t. You could still feel Dean’s arm draped around your waist, his fingers resting against your hip like they belonged there.

You swallowed hard, grabbed your drink, and downed half of it in one go. The burn in your throat was easier to deal with than the warmth curling in your stomach from Dean’s touch.

Dean chuckled under his breath. “Easy there, sweetheart. Ain’t gotta drink me pretty.”

You shot him a glare, your cheeks burning. “I’d have to drink a lot more for that.”

Dean grinned like he knew you were lying. Before you could throw another retort at him, a man slid onto the stool beside you. He was tall, lean, with sharp features and a cocky air about him. His suit was a little too nice, his smile a little too polished. Something about him set your hunter instincts on edge.

“Well, well,” the man drawled, looking between you and Dean. “You two are new around here.”

Dean’s hold on you tightened just slightly. “Just passin’ through.”

The man smiled like that amused him. “That so? Because a couple like you—” he gestured between the two of you, “—new in town, lookin’ for work? That makes people curious.”

You stiffened. “And what kind of people are we talkin’ about?”

His smile didn’t falter. “The kind who like to know who they’re dealing with.”

Dean let out a slow breath, his body tensing beside you. “Yeah? And what if we’re just here to enjoy a drink?”

The man tilted his head. “Then you’re in the wrong place.”

Silence stretched between you, thick and heavy. Dean smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “That so?”

The man smirked. “That’s so.” Then, as if this whole conversation was just so amusing, he slid a card across the counter. “If you’re looking for real work, I suggest you come find me.”

Dean didn’t pick up the card.

But you did. It was small, worn at the edges, with nothing but an address printed in bold, ink-black lettering. No name. No instructions. Just a destination, as if that was all you needed to know.

Your fingers tightened around it as you glanced up, searching for the man who had slipped it to you—but he was already gone, swallowed by the crowd like a ghost. The hairs on the back of your neck prickled.

Dean shifted beside you, his body coiled tight. “I already hate this guy,” he muttered, his voice low and edged with something sharp.

You exhaled through your nose, staring down at the card as your stomach twisted. “He knows something.”

Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, sighing. “Yeah, well. I got a bad feelin’ about this.”

You tapped the card against the bar, your pulse thudding a little too fast. “You think we should go?”

Dean turned his head so slowly you almost laughed. Almost. The look he gave you could’ve curdled whiskey. “Do I want to? No. Do I think we should? Hell no.”

You sighed. “Dean.”

His jaw flexed, the muscle ticking. You could see the war happening behind those green eyes—every instinct telling him to walk the hell away, to trust his gut, to drag you out of here and find another way. But you both knew that wasn’t an option.

Finally, he let out a heavy breath. “Fine. But I swear, if this turns into some Al Capone meets monster-of-the-week situation, I’m gonna lose my damn mind.”

You smirked, leaning in just enough to make it worse. “I think you’d look good in a fedora.”

Dean huffed, unimpressed, and threw back the rest of his whiskey like he needed the liquid courage to put up with your shit. He set the glass down with a decisive clink, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”

But as the two of you stepped away from the bar, Dean’s arm still solid around your waist, the weight of the card in your palm felt heavier than it should have.

And deep down, you knew—this was just the beginning.

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Ambrosia (Act 1)

[ Astarion x f!Reader ] | ao3 link

rating: explicit | word count: 2k | status: ongoing themes/tags: vaginal sex, feelings realization, denial of feelings, light smut.. for now, and a whole lotta angst, will add more smut tho in the next chapters, soulmates, fluff, written as a glimpse into his mind during each act ———–

Astarion would never tell you, though - it was his little secret, one he hid away just for himself.

In other words: A delve into Astarion's thoughts, starting with the day he met you. *will update description at some point. ———– A/N: i wrote this as a peek into Astarion's mind throughout Act 1. plan to continue as i progress throughout the game. lmk what you think and if you like this style!

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Grief had a penchant for wearing different masks.

Phantom faces that slithered through shadows, white-hot wrath that clawed at the throat, an endless gnawing that swallowed one whole: all faces of a primordial monster that had existed before time itself.

Astarion knew all this. 

He had met them all – intimate with its simplest form, a cold polarizing solitude; a loyal companion for two centuries, teaching him to lick his wounds with malice. Others had taken everything from him, or they were too weak to lift a meaningful finger. It took several lifetimes to finally mend his precious pride back together. Why should he practice mercy when no one had shown him any?

And by some stroke of luck, he was free – at least for now. Opportunity had fallen before his feet; he could chase after power, clutch revenge in his pale fingers, walk amongst the sun. Red eyes clung to the light glimmering across the water and wavering leaves. A desperate urge pulsed up his spine, insisting he memorize each saturated detail before it faded away like the most ethereal dream. The exhilaration rose wildly before plummeting to the pits of his stomach.

Huh, that was odd. It had never dawned on him that grief could also bloom in the slow, golden sunlight.

Languid beams washed against his flesh and through the faint hem of his shirt. Every fiber of his skin ached, dull and shallow, at the sacred warmth that had been a stranger for so long. He felt this haunted and holy gift – the vigor of life from each ray of light running over his fair face. Reunited once again, like long-lost lovers.

It was the sound of boots thudding against dirt that pulled him back into the world, on the ravaged beachfront. 

With straight posture, a hollow smile painted itself across his lips. ==

“You have your mother’s eyes, you know.”

No, he didn’t know.

Quiet was this small voice that, for some odd reason, had grasped onto his conscience the night he died. It had sung loud in the beginning, but now it was just a whisper. Everything else had reduced to dust, long-buried beneath the cold earth. 

But if he could conjure the ghost of his mother, he couldn’t be bothered to. Astarion envisioned a sharp tsk , a scowl dripping with disgust if she could see the creature he was today: a thrall to his own hedonistic desires, wielding manipulation and seduction as an instrument. A vampire , taking solace amongst the shadows and draining the life around him.

Maybe he was the same, just calloused and rearranged by the fate spun for him. 

However, there was no need to exhume the past. It proved futile anyway; he couldn’t even recall the previous hue of his eyes, much less run his hands over his reflection. The only thing worthy of concern was survival. Memories had been shrouded by the same pivotal virtue, the one that carved the habit to become shapeless – to cater to every impulse and whim of those who could serve useful. Those who could protect him, at least for the time being.

And that was exactly what he tried with you, as his breath was inches from your slender neck and your eyes widened in hazy alarm, catching him by surprise. 

“Shit.”

You scuttered to your feet in the frantic silence, dozens of excuses fluttering to Astarion’s tongue. The fatigue of bloodthirst hindered his wit, but he raised his palms in reservation.

He had already taken note of your misleading presence – you were small, but heavens , would you put up a fight. Other companions had already turned towards you for guidance the past few days, and you were carved with a beauty that could intimidate. Though, there were cracks underneath that facade – ones with darkness in between. 

Peering into these cracks was his only outlet to earn your trust; after all, it was paramount for survival.

“I – I wasn’t going to hurt you,” exasperated breaths pushed from his throat. “I just needed, well.. blood.”

Basked in the dim firelight, your wary gaze studied him for what he really was: a vampire, a slave to sanguine hunger. He caught the stutter in your furrowed brows before they eased. Smug delight settled in his nerves when you, although with apprehension, allowed him to taste you.

Astarion eagerly obliged, immediately losing himself in the euphoria– the sweet vigor of your blood, how silky and rich. A low hum vibrated in his throat, and he barely registered when your palms pushed his broad weight off of you. Lush satisfaction that quenched his blood-thirst still coursed through him like a stimulant, but he still caught the tail-end of your groan.

“I don’t care that you’re a vampire. Just –,” you paused briefly to reel from your daze. “We’re all a team now, so I have to have some trust in you. Just ask next time.”

He felt happy, more alive – not only from the fresh blood still lingering on his tongue, but that you trusted him. Maybe not entirely, but the anchor had already been dropped; one step closer to wrapping you around his finger, even if you weren’t entirely flexible. He could feel it in your gaze, in the little quivers that rolled through you while his fangs sunk into your soft skin.

Once you had returned to sleep and his frenzied nerves quelled, he mulled over your parting words. You weren’t phased’ that he was a vampire, instead placing emphasis on trust. You were full of surprises – especially when the entire world met him with repulse.

Something that had been fossilized inside him tremored, as if it began to thaw. ==

There was a thin chill in the evening air, in the way nature prepares for a new season. And he hated you. 

Well, he didn’t hate you – frankly, he couldn’t get enough of you; that was the issue. 

You plagued his thoughts like a helpless addiction, better yet like a mirror; one he had repeatedly peered into, struggling to find the right angle and when he did – he was left staring at you.

Those careful eyes – a mocking reminder of everything he could have been. So different, so resilient, so disgustingly kind.

Since the day he laid eyes on you, he was the first to glimpse at your secret hidden in plain sight. Your habit of hiding yourself from everyone you came across, retreating behind stone-bared walls and tailoring a facade just enough to avoid drawing attention. Reserved lips were a mere confirmation you sealed away a vault of grief that you didn’t want – or need – clumsy, temporary hands to pry open. 

That discreet resolve particularly made you the sour dagger twisting between his ribs. Grief had been your companion as well, but its mark never trickled from anywhere else – not a warbled voice or frustrated bout. It was only noticeable through a fleeting glint in your eyes. Meanwhile, he had made this medley of rage and anguish his armor. It had fused to skin, and he no longer knew how to scrape it off. Astarion dedicated decades to cursing the Gods. You ignored them.

He knew he should despise you and eagerly await the day he could shatter this mirror you were – but all bitterness dissolved in your presence. You had become his wonderfully terrible affliction; withdrawals could damn near kill him if they were to happen.

Ribbons unraveled from his chest with each conversation, whether it pertained to the graveness of the journey or a simple ‘good morning’ from your lips. Strange yet blissful, he could feel himself surrendering every bitter pang for the peculiar sensation of… comfort .

Once laced with such harshness, his mind eased with familiarity. An interesting chord of harmony, he thought, the two of you. From the start of the journey until now, you shared an enriching balance. He would encourage you to be more outspoken, while you stirred him to be authentic and soft – even if you weren’t aware. 

You were stable like bedrock; never once expecting to be selfless or pious, instead only demanded transparency – at least to the extent he was willing to concede. Aside from the occasional brow-raise or retort, judgment never twisted your face. Respect was a new sensation to him, as you gave him yours.

This dynamic, this balance ; it was irresistibly and invariably warm. 

==

The rendezvous sort of just fell into habit. 

Every night he would savor the ambrosia from your neck, and one evening tension gave way to carnal desire. Whether it was a simple cathartic release or not, he didn’t care; tender moments bathed in amber firelight or the hush of the night had always left him craving more.

“You’re such a tease .”

You’d whisper those words every so often those sacred nights, and a rakish grin would slide across his face without fail. Lust gripped him, but never once weaved with routine; the way your legs parted to invite him in left Astarion with an insatiable urge to indulge in everything you were willing to give him. He could spend the entire evening with his head between your thighs, cold hands steadying your quivering legs as his tongue lured you to new heights of pleasure – giving you exactly what you needed. 

When he was with you – skin pressed together, desperate hums like honey – he began to relish in taking things slow. 

He preferred the nights where your bare body writhed beneath him and melted against his, while he eagerly coaxed wispy whines from your lips. No matter how wet and ready you were, his girth always met resistance as he parted your warm, sensitive walls. Your skin buzzed at the sensation of his cock splitting you open, like every time was the first you’ve been touched.

Desire laced every word he whispered into the curve of your neck, each encouraging and soft. His pace was slow, pushing into the depth of your core, buried deep enough to kiss your cervix with each thrust. Low, guttural grunts left his throat as your body’s natural instinct clenched around his throbbing cock. 

Despite his centuries of experience, he found himself struggling to restrain from succumbing to the all-consuming euphoria of it all: your lashes wet from your tears, precious gasps warm against his skin, the desirous ache to fuck you the way that pretty face beckoned to be fucked. 

The unbridled intimacy – which felt so real and tender was enough to send him over the edge. His veins hummed with yearning as he drank in the vision beneath him; your skin flushed, shaky whines that sung his name as he pushed you to pleasure. And when you wrapped your legs to press him deeper – he surrendered to the white-hot bliss. 

Although Astarion would never tell a soul, his most treasured moments were spent after desperate breaths calmed and the entire world stilled.

It was never long before you lulled into sleep, and your weight slacked against his broad chest. He lingered over each detail with softer eyes; the gentle curl of your lashes, a freckle he had missed the last time. Peace graced such beautiful features, ones that were usually still with resolve. There had never been another face quite like yours in the two centuries he had lurked amongst the earth.

Your chest rose and fell slowly before you would eventually fidget, still deep in slumber, to slink an arm over his waist. His gentle hand grasped the one that rested against his chest, careful not to stir you, as he ran his fingers over your silk skin. Such delicate hands, he mused, that had to grapple their way through life.

He pressed a silent kiss against the back of your palm before laying it back on his chest. 

In the silence, something washed over him – that rousing feeling that he never knew quite what to make of. 

His eyes swept once more to watch the shuffle of your face, buried now against his side. Your hazy sighs warmed his bare skin. Astarion could almost laugh, imagining your face reddening if he ever shared how affectionate you were in your sleep.

Though he would never tell you – it was his little secret, one he hid away just for himself.

[eddiesxangel]

Take Me to the Lakes | E.M x Reader ~ 2/6

Read part 1 here

Cw: angst, jealousy, pining, weed consumption, 18+ content MDNI

Wc: 4.4k

You didn’t see Eddie the rest of the day, but you did happen to run into Steve and yell at him for the most impromptu timing in the world. It has been a scorcher of a day, so you were elated that today was swim day.

The sun was sweltering; Robin and you had to triple-check that your campers had all the water-resistant sunscreen. You had worn your bathing suit under your jean shorts and Camp Murdock t-shirt, but you couldn’t take the sweaty cotton touching your skin any longer. You had to strip off the clothes that were sticking to your skin.

“I think I might die if I don’t get in the water now!” Robin complained. You could see her usually pin-straight bangs getting wavy from the sweat on her forehead.

“Same here, I can’t believe I didn’t think to put my hair up this morning." You could feel the sweat dripping down the base of your neck.

As soon as you reached the dock, you took charge and ensured that everyone in your group was fully aware of all the water safety rules. You then conducted a final head count of all the campers before jumping into the water yourselves.

Robin was the first to take the plunge, diving headfirst into the refreshing water. Despite the initial shock of the cold water, she resurfaced with a huge grin on her face, her teeth chattering with excitement.

“Holy shit, it’s freezing!” she squealed.

“Oh god, I don’t want to do it now,” you laughed as you stripped off your jean shorts.

Just as you were removing your clothes, Eddie, Steve, and Ashton came running around the corner, unable to stay in the heat themselves. Due to the hot weather, Eddie tied his long hair back, and his light grey shirt turned dark grey from sweat. They had just changed into their swimming trunks.

“Hey, look, the girls,” Ashton pointed to you and Robin.

Eddie had stopped dead in his tracks as he watched you. It was like you were moving in slow motion.

You still were taking your shorts off. Eddie watched as your peach of an ass bent over to step out of your shorts, your back arching as you peeled off the t-shirt. You wore your red bikini with little white hearts matched perfectly with the little heart inked into the skin on your right butt cheek.

Hold up, what? Eddie’s brain short-circuited. You not only have a tattoo, but an ass tattoo?

“Dude, hello, Earth to Eddie,” Steve was snapping his fingers in front of Eddie's face.

“ Huh, what?” Eddie reluctantly peeled his eyes away from you.

“You’d been staring at her for like five minutes, bro; just ask her out already.” Ashton laughed.

“Was not five minutes"

“So you admit you’re staring?” Steve smirks.

“How could I not? Don’t you have eyes?”

The guys laughed, and Eddie continued his gaze back to you when he saw Billy approaching you from the right. Eddie felt a sudden possessiveness over you when it came to that guy. He never liked Billy from the start. His off-putting comment and how he looked at you like he wanted to eat you were unsettling.

Eddie didn’t waste another second thinking about it; he started to run towards you, kicking off his slides and tossing his shirt before he grabbed you by the waist and flung you both into the water, laughing.

-

You weren’t paying attention to the boys behind you; honestly, you had no idea they were even there. You were too focused on working up the courage to finally jump in. Robin tried to convince you when you heard your name being called.

“Bambi, damn girl, you’re looking hotter than last year.” You turned and rolled your eyes immediately. Out of all people, Billy. You watched in disgust as he was ogling you while licking his lips.

Before you could even reply, a force pushed you into the freezing water.

When you breach the surface, you profusely try to catch your breath, looking around to see what the fuck just happened.

Your first instinct was to blame Billy for pushing you in.

“What the fuck Coyote?!” You were freezing, and the drastic temperature change had your teeth chattering.

“It wasn’t me!” his hands when up in defence.

You believe him, so you start looking around because he couldn't have, and you swore another person had jumped into the lake with you.

“Sorry, Princess. As your knight, I must fulfill my duty to you to save you.” A whisper echoed in your ear.

You let out a small scream, startled by his closeness, but when your heart settled, your flesh rose in goosebumps, not because of the cold of the lake water. Strong hands touch your waits turning you around to face your ‘saviour’

“Oh, my hero,” you fake swoon.

Eddie laughed, his head tipped all the way back so his hair was touching the water, his thick neck exposed, sending you into a daydream of leaving many a mark on that neck, but your thots were halted by Eddie pushing down on your head, dunking you back into the water.

“Edward Munson, I swear to God!” You screamed when you popped back up out of the water.

“Oh, my government name? You wound me, Princess.” He grabbed his chest like he had a knife in his heart.

You started to swim towards him, but the cold lake water was starting to numb your limbs. You couldn’t move fast enough; your teeth were still chattering, and Eddie could hear how cold you were.

“I'm sorry, Princess. I need to redeem myself.” He reached out and pulled you into his body, wrapping his arms around the small of your waist.

“You better be.” You shivered.

“Come, let's get you warmed up in the sun.”

He hopped out of the water, not even having to use the ladder. He reached down, holding out his hand to help you out, but you yanked him back down, and he fell head-first back into the water.

Eddie could only hear your laugh when he broke through the surface.

“I guess I deserved that.” He shook his head like a wet dog.

You were already halfway up the ladder when you felt his gaze on you. Eddie watched as you climbed up; he trialled right behind you, giving him a great view of the tattoo he wanted to know more about.

You quickly ran over to the towel that had been warmed by the sun. Shivering, you crouched down and sat in a ball to cover yourself with the whole towel.

“Come ‘er Princess, let's get you warmed up.” Eddie sat beside you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders with his own towel to cover you both before he started rubbing his hands up and down your arms to help you get warm.

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder. Between the sun and Eddie, you warmed you up in no time.

You were at peace, the smell of coconut sunscreen, the sounds of splashing in the water, the warm feeling you were getting because Eddie was not only touching you, but hugging you.

“There you go, your majesty, all better,” Eddie smirked.

“You’re really not going to give up this joke, are you?” You laughed.

“Not in a million years, Princess.”

-

You and the girls were busily getting ready for a cozy after-the-bonfire hangout with the boys in the mess hall. You were there setting up some snacks and drinks on the table, and the soft glow of the fairy lights hanging on the walls added to the warm ambiance of the room.

Meanwhile, Eddie and his cabin were chatting and laughing, looking forward to the evening. As the night grew darker, they realized it was already 10:00 pm, and they needed to do one last check on the campers to make sure they were sound asleep. Once it was all calre the guys made their way to the mess hall.

“So you and Julie seem to be getting pretty close.” With his flashlight under his chin, Ashton wiggled his eyebrows at Eddie. Eddie shoves his shoulder lightly, laughing in response.

“I don’t know, man. I know her from home, is all.” Eddie shrugged.

“Come on, dude! You totally couldn’t keep your hands off her at the lake today; I saw you,” Ashton accused.

“Well, have you seen her? And I think she has been flirty with me? I don't know...she confuses me,” Eddie admitted, thinking back on earlier this morning when he thought you almost kissed him.

It's not like Eddie didn't want to believe it, it's that he can't believe it. Why do you, out of all people, want to be with him?

“I would go for it, dude, trust me. She is my best girl-friend, and I shouldn’t say anything, so I won’t, but if I were you, I would ask her out.” Steve joined in.

“You shouldn’t say anything? What’s that supposed to mean?” Eddie asked as they opened the doors to the hall.

“Sorry, man, sworn to secrecy, but trust me, bro.”

“Don't ever trust Moose.” Robin giggled, not knowing the context of the conversation.

“Hey, boys,” you smiled.

Eddie’s eyes met yours, and he smiled back, but his smile dropped when he saw Billy sitting beside you. Billy was like a mosquito who wouldn't leave you alone; he gave you no personal space even though you were seated at a twenty-foot-long picnic table.

He tried his best to ignore Billy; you had already said you didn’t like him, so why did Eddie feel jealous?

Instead, Eddie tried to focus all his attention on you, so he sat directly across from you. Eddie thought you looked cute tonight. Your natural hair was wrapped up in a messy bun, but shorter pieces framing your face.

You wore a heather grey Camp Murdock oversized crewneck sweater, blue and green plaid flannel pyjama pants, and pink fuzzy socks. He liked that you felt comfortable enough to not try hard like you do back home. Back home, he never saw your hair out of place or your outfit not coordinated. Not that Eddie didn't like that version of you, but he likes this version a whole lot more. It made you feel more real and less of this superhuman that the town dubbed you as.

“What are we playing today?” Eddie asked.

“A good old game of truth or dare,” Robin smiled.

“Oh god,” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist. We have a little something extra to make it fun,” You smiled while showing the group the pre-rolled joint you pulled out of your pyjama pants pocket.

Eddie smirked at the thought of you, goodie two shoes, and buying weed. Then, his thought process changed… Who else would you get weed from if not him?

“The fuck you get that?” Eddie didn’t intend for it to be that harsh, but it slipped out like word vomit. Could this be trusted? How did he know it wasn’t laced or tainted.

“Oh, uh, I know a local guy.” Your smile dropped, and Eddie watched as you curled into yourself.

Fuck.

“Better be up to this guy’s standards,” Billy pointed to Eddie, only making it worse.

“You’re lucky I’m even sharing with you.”

“Let’s just start, guys, jeez.” Robin rolled her eyes.

You lit up first then passed it to Billy. Eddie seethed that he got it first. He almost grabbed it right from your hands but he knew he needed to control himself…

The game went on, and the typical stuff happened: streaking, truths about the first kiss, and chugging a combination of ketchup, mustard, and mayo. The joint was getting down to a nub, and it was really starting to take effect. The mood had been lifted, and Eddie noticed how you and the others were getting more giggly, whispering and plotting the next truths and dares.

Steve was up next, and he turned to you.

“Truth or dare?” Steve asks with a smirk.

“Truth,” you say confidently.

“Who was the last guy to give you an orgasm?” He gives you the biggest tooth smile.

Eddie’s ears perk up, his attention locked in. The bubbling feeling of jealousy almost formed again, but it disappeared as soon as you spoke your answer.

“No one.” You blushed.

“Come on, no one believes you, Bambi.” Steve retorts.

“I’m serious! Now shut up it's my turn.” You huffed.

Eddie was not surprised you’re a virgin; if you had slept with anyone, everyone in Hawkins would have known about it.

It sounds wrong, but Eddie was relieved when you said no one. Nobody would be able to please you like he could. The things Eddie wanted to do to you, worship you, take care of you…

“Eddie, hello! earth to Eddie!” Your voice snaps Eddie out of his daydreams.

“Huh? What?”

“Truth or dare,” you smile at him.

“Dare,” Eddie smirked.

“I dare you to kiss…Billy.” You, Robin, and Nancy burst into a fit of giggles like you’ve been plotting.

“I’ll kiss literaly any other guy. Try again, sweetheart.” Eddie sees you try to hide your smile at the pet name. Noted.

"Hey! What's wrong with me?"

"Everything..." Eddie rolls his eyes.

"Come here, big guy, let me plant one on ya." Billy began to chase Eddie around the room, and you, along with everyone else, couldn't hold in your giggles. It was really good weed.

-

The night rolled on, and everyone had to return to their cabins before you knew it.

“Well, boys, I am never skinny dipping at night again. I think my dick shrunk back into my body. Fuck, that lake is cold!” Ashton laughed.

“I never want to see those hairy cheeks again,” Eddie joined.

“I can’t believe what Bambi said, can you?” Steve piped up.

“About what?” Eddie asked.

“That no guy has ever gotten her off. You would think at least one would, you know” Steve exclaimed while brushing his teeth.

“Maybe that’s why she is acting like she has a stick up her ass; I can show her a good time, maybe replace that stick with mine, if you know what I mean.” Billy joked, cupping his crotch as he was getting his pyjamas on.

The joke wasn’t funny; the thought of any guy touching you made Eddie's knuckles go white. His face dropped into a sneer for a split second, but he caught himself. Fucking hell, Munson pulled it together.

“Shut up, dude. She wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.” Ashton laughed as he lay in his bunk.

“Oh yeah, we will see. She will come around.” He winked, and Eddie felt the s’mores in his stomach start to churn.

Eddie was about to let Steve know that there was no way on God's green earth that you had slept with someone, but his attention was shifted when Steve spoke again.

“Word is she likes someone,” Steve dropped casually as he climbed into his top bunk.

That caught the three men’s attention; they whipped around simultaneously, and all Steve could do was laugh.

“You guys are something else.” He chuckled and laid down to go to sleep.

Maybe Ashton was right; maybe his ever-growing crush on you was too obvious. Maybe he should dial it back more...

-

As the sun sets over Camp Murdock, the anticipation builds for the evening's main event - the camper's talent show. You, Eddie, and Steve have been chosen as the judges for the show, and it's an exciting responsibility. The venue for the show is the old barn on the property. You have carefully set up rows of chairs and cleared a decent patch of the floor to create a makeshift stage. The rustic and charming barn is adorned with twinkle lights that create a warm and cozy atmosphere. A folding table is placed before the judges, where they will take notes and make their final decisions.

As the kids prepare backstage, their nervous energy is palpable. The makeshift backstage area is just an old curtain hanging on a rod by the back right wall. You can hear the campers giggling and screaming in excitement and nervousness. Despite their jitters, they are ready to showcase their talents and make the night memorable for everyone.

You sat in the middle with Steve and Eddie on either other side of you.

“Are you going to strut your stuff up there later tonight?” you asked Eddie quietly, giggling.

To your surprise, he didn’t give you much of an answer, a grunt and a shrug of his shoulders.

That was weird; Eddie had been so warm yesterday. This was your first time seeing him today; maybe he’s tired?

You tried shaking it off, wanting to focus on the kids.

“They all did well. It was so cute to see them perform their dances and songs. One kid did a magic show, and another just showed off his rock collection. Ultimately, one of Eddie’s campers, who had a beautiful singing voice, won the talent show. As a consolation prize, everyone who participated got ice cream. After all the celebrations, everyone went to bed, and it was time for the counsellors to have their own talent show.

You're incredibly nervous this year because you have decided to do something bold. You haven’t told anyone about it, not even Nancy or Robin. It’s evident to anyone who knows you that you’ll be dancing tonight, but it’s usually a ballet number. However, tonight is different. You are determined to make your move and not waste more precious time.

You carefully rummaged through your bag, removing the skin-tight pleather black booty shorts and a shiny red, cropped tank top. You loved the way the two pieces hugged your curves, making you feel both sexy and confident.

Next, you moved to the bathroom and began styling your hair. You wanted to create a voluminous look, so you used a curling iron to add bouncy curls that cascaded down your back. You then applied makeup, starting with a base of foundation and concealer. You added smoky black eyeliner to your upper and lower lids and finished the look with bold red lipstick that made your lips pop.

As soon as you feel prepared and all set, you slip into your cozy grey sweatpants over your shorts, taking care to secure yourself from the pesky bugs outside. You then slide your feet into your sleek black dancing heels and grab your cassette tape.

Robin was the first to see you when you returned to the barn.

“Shut the fuck up; what are you doing?” she asked most affectionately. A growing smirk spreads across her face as you turn.

“You’ll see.” Your confidence was helping a little, but deep down, you were terrified. You’ve been so nervous you think you might be sick.

As the talent show kicked off, you were excited to spend the evening with Eddie, but he seemed distant. Despite your best attempts at conversation, Eddie remained quiet and disinterested in engaging with you. Later, when you tried to talk to him again, he brushed you off, leaving you feeling hurt and confused. You hoped that his behaviour was just a temporary mood, but the fear of failure lingered in the back of your mind. If the plan you had been working on together didn't come to fruition, you knew you would be mortified.

As the show went on, you unfortunately had the pleasure of going dead last. Eddie wasn’t a judge this time, but he was still sitting in the front row. Perfect.

As the host, Mike, asked for your tape to be put into the casket player, he saw your hands visibly shaking.

“Bambi, relax. It's just for fun; you do this every year. We all love your little ballerina stuff,” he smiled.

“Do I look like I’m dressed to do ballet— know what, never mind?” You didn’t mean to be snappy; Mike had always been nice to you.

As he walked out on “stage” to announce the next performance, you stepped off your sweats, pulled the zipper up the side of the black high heels and prayed that you wouldn’t fall flat on your face in front of Eddie.

“Last but certainly not least, we have a crowd favourite!” The audience, your fellow colleagues, clapped as you walked out. You heard someone whistle, most likely Robin and your stomach flip-flopped.

You walk out and face the back wall, standing in a bevel, arms hanging by your side, waiting for the chords to start.

The first notes of Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love dripped from the speakers.

Your body moved seductively once the music hit like you were in a trace performance mode.

Were you worried some of the other girls would call you a slut? Absolutely, but once the music started, all that went away.

You began dancing like you had when Eddie caught you in the studio that first day, but this time, with the hair, makeup, and shoes, you were more confident than you'd ever been.

A-way, way down inside

A-honey you need-ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah

I'm gonna give you my love, ah oh

The rush of being on stage made you lose yourself in the routine, however the part you had been most nervous about was coming up.

A-way, way down inside

You stood facing the crowd with your head thrown back, your right hand ran down your stomach, grazing past the waistband of your shorts that hardly covered anything, down cupping your core, then slinked it back up again.

I'm gonna give ya my love

Your head snaps back up, and you took a slow strut forward.

I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love

another slow step forward

I'm gonna give ya my love

You reached your target as you slowly sank to your knees right where Eddie was sitting. Giving him a small wink before you whipped your hair, you looked back up at him through your lashes, and you saw his jaw was clenched, and his hands were balled up white-knuckling.

You reached up with a single hand and grazed it over his left thigh before slinking back down to roll away and get back to the rest of the routine.

By the time you had finished, you were out of breath. Everyone cheered, and a few whistles were made as you walked off stage, but when you looked around, Eddie was gone.

Your heart sank. The overwhelming feeling of embarrassment washed over you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

Of course, he wouldn’t want you in that way.

You were a fool to think he ever would.

You were naive to think changing your appearance to be like the edgier sexy chicks he probably goes for. You literally pulled a Sandy for Grease. You tried putting yourself out there, doing this dance, but now you felt the tears welling up; the lump in your throat grew. You felt like an idiot.

You needed air. You took off your shoes, put your pants back on, and walked out the barn's back door.

“Bambi, wait up.”

You turn to see Billy.

“Uh, hey,” You try to keep your voice as neutral as possible, forcing yourself not to let it crack.

“You were amazing up there!” He smiled and gave an encouraging hug.

“Thanks, Coyote, that's really sweet for you to say.” You sniffled.

“Hey, are you okay?” he pulled away to see your tears threatening to leave the rims of your lash line. “No, no, it’s okay. Don’t cry; everyone thought you rocked it!” He pulled you into another comforting hug.

This was the most genuine Billy’s been with you all summer. This was the Billy you knew and loved last summer.

“You really think so?” you ask trying to pull yourself together.

“Yes! Of course; what’s gotten into you?” He looked concerned.

“Nerves, I guess.” You try to shrug it off, but you can’t shake the feeling.

“Well you did amazing, you won!” He gave me a congratulatory kiss on the cheek; it was soft and hardly grazed your skin.

“Thank you.” You pulled him in for another hug. You just needed a friend right now, and I missed this version of Billy.

“You know there is another way I can make you feel better.” He chuckled.

“And the moment ruined, ugh. Why do you do that?” he laughed as you stepped away.

-

You found Cassie and the other girls back at the cabin.

“Hey guys.” You sniffled as you walked to your bed.

“Babe, you were amazing up there! Who knew you could move like that!” Clover cheered.

“You are one hot Mamma!” Nancy giggled.

“Bam, what’s wrong?” Robin asked after you hadn’t really said anything back. She came to sit beside you and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

“It’s silly…” tears threatening to run down your cheeks once again.

“Hey, it’s just us." Nancy reached over and touched your hand.

You let out a heavy sigh.

“I feel like such an idiot! I did that whole thing to get Eddie’s attention, but he was gone before I even finished dancing.” You hid your face in your hands, too embarrassed to look at your friends.

“If you ask me, he looked like he was trying to contain himself. Girl, you did that to him with no warning! Hell, even I wanted to jump your bones just watching you.” Robin giggled.

“Really? Do you think so? You don’t think he was mad or put off? I saw his face—he looked annoyed. Like he was uncomfortable. Even earlier, he was cold to me.” You grabbed a tissue and blotted away your blackened tears.

“Nah, Bams, he looked like a man trying not to pop a boner, especially when you touched his thighs! Holy shit, I thought he would blow his load right there.”

Nancy managed to pull a laugh off of you.

“Thanks, guys; I think I'll feel better in the morning.” you sighed and gave them each a hug, then got ready for bed.

Next chapter

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[skeletonh0e]

Can I request how the boys would treat a sick reader? I've been feeling like shit lately so I would appreciate it 😭

Sorry you feel bad homie! Sending you all the love! And for this in particular I'm going with a human reader but pronouns are gender neutral

You're sick (ft. The boys)

Classic Sans:

Nope. Into bed. Getting rest.

He's very loving but also firm, admittedly he doesn't know much about human illnesses but he wants you healthy, so you're in bed. He'll handle the rest

He's not leaving much room for argument

And yes if he feels it's severe enough you will be dragged to a healer

Gets you some medicine, even cooks for you (that's rare for his lazy ass), and does keep you company

Skeletons probably can't get sick, at least not from the common cold or whatever

He'll even let you cuddle up to him, even if you're snotty

He's still making jokes though make no mistake

"the plague, the flu, and the common cold walk into a bar. The bartender asks "Hey what is this? Some kind of sick joke?"" Da dum tss

Not smothering by any means, it'd Sans, he's still chill about the whole thing, like I said just firm and doesn't want you to worsen your condition

Underswap Sans:

THE MAGNIFICIENT SANS TO THE RESCUE

Literally just said you weren't feeling so hot and suddenly he's dedicated to completely spoiling you until you get better

Medicine? He's already bought plenty just in case. Food? Making you anything within reason. Blankets? You gotta lotta blankets? Stuff you need to do? No you don't he will do it

"worry not my beloved! while i am here nothing shall disturb your recovery!"

It's a bit much but you can't say you're not thankful for it

He won't be extremely touchy, he doesn't think he can catch anything from you but he doesn't wanna risk it either

Still supportive of you though!! Make no mistake but germs are Icky!

Extremely good at managing doctors appointments and such if it there's a need for it to go that far

Definitely studying up for next time about human conditions, he's so worried he's not doing enough.

He wants you to be alright y'know?

Underfell Sans:

The fuck you mean you're sick?!? Have you not been careful!?

You're getting a lecture lmao, how dare you not keep your immune system in check, it's like you want to inconvenience hum!

Y/N: "....you don't have to care for me-"

Red: "no fuck you im going to"

Does the typical shit, medicine, makes sure you're in bed and actually resting, gets you food, etc. Just all in a very grouchy way

Will also take caring for you as an excuse to not to his typical jobs, content to lay with you while you benchwatch some shows

The hypocrisy of him lecturing you about letting yourself get sick but not taking any precautions with you isn't lost on anyone

Expect some typical brutally honest Red though he is not afraid to tell you that you look like shit

Which tbf you probably do but that's besides the point

Complains he won't go through this if there's a second time but we all know he will

Horrortale Sans:

C O N C E R N

It takes everything in him to not panic instantly, pls reassure him it's a simple sickness and that'll it clear up in a few days. PLS TELL HIM UR NOT DYING

After that is over he's going into caregiver mode, no questions asked

More intense than Classic, but not as smothering as Swap. Very attentive nonetheless

Gets you whatever you ask for or need, keeps a very close on your condition for improvements as well as making sure it doesn't worsen

Whatever need to be done it will be done he will be your provider

Definitely has no problem with physical contact, fuck him getting sick you're more important

If he had his way you wouldn't leave the bed until you're completely healed but he'll happily just carry your from place to place if need be

Honestly still worried despite your reassurances anyway

He'll be so relieved once it's all over

Underlust Sans:

Awwww baby what's wrong? :(((

Quickly assets the situation and immediately starts to care for you

It's pretty surprising how he switches from his goofy flirtatious self to a very sweet dependable caregiver

I mean it's not like you expected him to be a dick and blow you off completely but still

Gets you all comfy in bed, some soup, maybe some tea and even offers a massage

Not to say the flirting completely goes away though

Ace: "you're still pretty hot like this ya know"

Y/N: *having a fucking coughing fit*

Keeping this as SFW as possible but let's just say he's not opposed to catering to your other needs if you have them at all during sick hours

If not he's down to give a massage or cuddle for sure

Fresh Sans:

Imm be real with you, he is not the best man for this

I think you're gonna have to really explain that you're sick and not in the mood for his usual antics

And he still doesn't quite get it??? But at the very least he's concerned enough to at least try to do something

Man is a parasite bro technically is a form of sickness be easy on him

You'll have to tell him what to get and he'll get it

He's still extremely touchey, possibly more so as even if he doesn't understand how to help someone who's sick, he does care for you and doesn't like you being in a bad mood of any sorts

Will watching him do some sweet tricks help? Cuz he'll do 'em

Kind of annoying in the sense he'll kinda constantly be asking "are you better now? what about now?"

If it actually gets to a really concerning point for him he'll go harass some bitches for some quick healing medicine

Will probably make some enemies while retrieving it but if it means you two can go to chucky cheese later no problem it's worth it

[malereadermaniac]

Ego ~ Blue Oak x GN Reader

Blue's tired of losing to Red, so when he sees you blush and play with your fingers around the stoic man, Blue acts for the sake of his Ego No pronouns are used - any reader welcome! word count: 1.2k

Blue, you, and Red had been friends and rivals since you were young kids - you had watched the two of them conquer the pokemon league and the three of you were constantly having battles and eventually hanging out after Blue became less salty about his loses

However, becoming less bitter does't mean in any way shape or form that Blue's ego is any less big, or that he doesn't still see himself as the best of the best; despite his losses!

The main reason to him putting his ego aside and making friends with Red was also less about him moving on and more about trying to win you over...

Blue had developed a crush on you pretty quickly, after starting off your journey amongst the two boys with a cute little Eevee, you and the arrogant man decided to stick together - Blue claiming that you'd die out in wild Kanto with pokemon weaker than his

Initially, Blue just wanted a battle partner and someone to show off to - and he wasn't going to ask Red after losing to him after receiving his starter...

But after hearing your cheers for him in the crowd for 3 gyms in a row, Blue had started to notice how his heart skipped a beat whenever he was near you (which was a lot.)

But the young man kept it to himself all the way into adulthood, swallowing his pride by tolerating Red in order to continue being near you

And Blue had started to really try now! With his intense league journey behind him, the man had fully realised his massive crush on you, and he wasn't going to lose this time, mark his words!

So on the daily, Blue would go out of his way to try and flirt with you - the man constantly near you, showing off his strength by doing things for you, challenging you to battles just to hear your compliments to his skill, and once the man built up enough courage gifts had become a common courtesy!

The tall trainer had made many efforts to ensure you two could hangout one-on-one at least once a week - those days being his favourite, prime time to show off and to enjoy your presence

Your group trip to Alola was where the heat started to get cranked up though - revealing clothing, the hot sun making all of you sweat and slightly delirious, constant adrenaline from battling new trainers, and a whole lotta alcohol in your systems

The subtle flirting between you and Blue had continued throughout the trip via playful banter and gifting souvenirs, and the fact that the slim yet muscular man was wearing his shirt fully open all the time was definitely winning him some bonus points! Blue would catch you staring every so often, stroking the attractive man's ego so nicely~

But a wrench was thrown into Blue's delicate work when he noticed your subtle staring was starting to redirect from him... onto the worst possible person; Red

He'd notice you try to include the quiet man into your conversations, trying to get him to speak or laugh; an obvious blush on your face when the champion spoke a few words with his deep voice

It really fucking pissed Blue off.

The way you'd play with the hem of your shirt or your fingers when talking to Red, a light blush on your face and airy chuckles escaping past your lips - Blue adored it when you'd do those things for him... But the fact that they were aimed towards his rival? The man who crushed his dreams of being the best in Kanto? Blue could hear the scratch of his teeth gritting together at that

It also didn't help that Red took notice of your actions, clearly wearing his shirt unbuttoned like Blue on purpose!

Blue had, had enough

He'd already lost his championship to Red, almost every battle with him had resulted in a loss on the arrogant man's behalf, his own grandfather had congratulated Red but not Blue; his ego had already been shattered to pieces, he wasn't going let Red take you too

So, as you and Red were enjoying the warm Alolan beach, Blue had made his way to you both - his face concealing his frustration pretty effectively, but Blue had never been one to wear his true emotions on his sleeve

You wave the handsome man a 'hi' but had been interrupted when asking him if he was alright; Blue's rough hand wrapping perfectly around your wrist and pulling you away from Red

You barely even had time to protest against Blue's actions before you had been pulled into a changing cabin on the beach, Red still standing on the beach in shock

With your back up a against a wall, Blue had tapped you beneath him - his muscular arms trapping you between the wall and the trainer's muscular, sweaty, warm body - one of his arms above your head and the other grasping your shoulder

"Do you like him?!" Blue demands, his face now clearly upset, his grip on your shoulder decently tight yet his hand was clearly trembling

"Huh? What're you on about, Blue?" you question, half of your face squinting in a quizzical manner

"Do you like, Red?" Blue asks, taking in a deep breath, preparing himself for your answer

"I mean he's attractive, sure-" shit... Blue's face had already lost all emotion, those words like a knife stabbing into him

"-but I'd never date him!"

New light had sparked in Blue's eyes, a smile just barely visible on his soft looking lips

"Are you joking? I love him and all but that man gets out like.. 3 words an hour! I need a talker haha~" You chuckle, feeling more at ease when Blue's grip on your shoulder softens and his face sports that classic smirk he always has on around you

"Heh.. Yeah... you need someone to yap with" Blue jokes, his heart rate slowly lowering as he calms down, knowing that he still has you - both emotionally and physically, his body ever so close to yours

"Why though? All the dramatics are usual for you but... were you jealoussss?~~" You tease your handsome friend, a smirk on your lips as you tilt your head in a way that's so fuckin cute to Blue

"F-Fuck off! And what if I was?!" Blue shouts, his arms darting away from trapping you and crossing against his chest - his face flushing in a cute way

"I dunno... Maybe I'd like that" You carry on, pushing a finger against the taller man's muscular chest and dragging it across his warm skin, your eyes looking up into Blue's as you do this

And my god did that make the usually arrogant and cool man malfunction

The two of you spent a good half hour in that changing shack, flirting back and forth, you doing your best to stroke and sooth Blue's fragile ego before having to go back and see Red for the rest of your trip

And for that sole half hour, Blue had felt happier than ever - more happy than when he was briefly crowned as champion

Because in that moment, he didn't have you there; but now he does

[electricneonvalkyrie]

How to Lose Abby Anderson in 10 Ways (and 10 Ways to Keep Her Instead)

Let’s do some red flags and green lights for our favourite girl. I feel like this list could be so much longer, but here are the ones I consider the top contenders. Happy New Year, my friends. Stay hungry, stay free, and do the best you can.

🚩 Break Her Trust

• Loyalty and honesty are everything to Abby. Betraying her confidence, lying to her, or keeping major secrets would absolutely shatter the fragile foundation of trust she builds with others.

🚩 Dismiss Her Emotions

• We all know that Abby often suppresses her feelings, so if she opens up, minimizing her emotions would cut her so deeply. She desires someone who listens and validates her struggles, even if she doesn’t say it outright.

🚩 Exploit Her Guilt

• Abby shoulders heavy guilt, especially surrounding her dad and the things she resorts to for survival. Using her past mistakes or fears against her would push her away completely.

🚩 Abandon Her When She’s Vulnerable

• Abby is a fiercely independent girl, but isolation hits hard because of it. Leaving her when she finally lets her guard down or needs support would confirm her worst fear: that she’s better off alone.

🚩 Disrespect Her Dedication

• It’s no secret that Abby pours herself into her passions. Belittling her work ethic, mocking her routines, or not appreciating her discipline would feel like a slap in the face.

🚩 Take Her for Granted

• Abby gives her heart and soul to the people she loves, often at the expense of her well-being. Not reciprocating her care or showing her she’s appreciated would leave her feeling used and rejected.

🚩 Force Her to Confront Her Trauma

• Abby overcomes her pain on her own terms. Forcing her to relive or address her trauma before she’s ready would corner her and make her feel suffocated.

🚩 Devalue the People She Loves

• This girl doesn’t have much to her name, but her personal relationships? They are monumental to her. Insulting her friends, father, or chosen family would be a surefire way to lose her trust and respect.

🚩 Deny Her Solitude

• Abby needs time to process her emotions and recharge. Clinging to her, demanding constant attention, or invading her space too early in a relationship or when she’s under immense pressure would make her feel trapped. Boundaries, people.

🚩 Underestimate Her Depth

• If there’s anything Abby despises, it’s when a girl gloats to her friends about her physique. She loves looking good for you; she adores that her strength and dedication makes you all hot and bothered, but using her tough exterior and let’s be honest, the pain she inflicts on herself as a bragging chip is an instant turnoff. If you want to lose her, dismiss her complexities.

💚 Earn Her Trust and Keep It

• Abby guards her trust like we’re in the goddamn medieval times. If she gives it to you, she’s loyal to the core. Show her you’re dependable, honest, and someone she can lean on in her darkest moments.

💚 Be Patient with Her Vulnerability

• Please, for the love of God, let her open up on her own terms. Abby is not the type to bare her soul easily. If you create a safe, nonjudgmental space for her, that soft, squishy side we all know and love will come pouring out.

💚 Support Her Passions

• She’s a gym girlie. Period. Whether it’s because she’s fashioned herself into a super-weapon or because it’s where she goes to deal with the darkness between her ears, it’s her life. Join her in the gym and she’ll worship the ground you walk on. But at the very least, encourage her to pursue her passions wholeheartedly.

💚 Be Her Rock When She’s Struggling

• Abby is not invincible. Yeah, she’s a tough nut. But she’s a whole lotta sensitive deep down. Simply being there for her as she works through the weight of her guilt and her trauma is what will take you from girlfriend to wife material in a millisecond.

💚 Surprise Her Thoughtfully

• I don’t envision Abby as materialistic in any universe, but does she appreciate the hell out of meaningful gestures and small treasures? Undeniably. A book of poetry, a flower you picked, or a home cooked meal after a brutal day… she’s melting in your hands as we speak.

💚 Show Affection Through Actions

• You want to wake up next to Abby with the promise of a plate of waffles and a hot cup of coffee in bed after she properly makes you feel like the delicious princess you are? Braid her hair. Wash her gym towels and pack her bag. Sneak a little love note inside one of the pockets. She might just cut her weight training session short to show you how much she appreciated the effort.

💚 Be Her Partner, Not Her Savior

• Come on now, my sweet fellow lesbians. I know it’s fun to fantasize, but this girl does NOT need rescuing. What she really needs? A woman who can stand beside her as an equal. If you share her burdens without trying to take over, she’ll trust you implicitly.

💚 Share Quiet Moments

• Abby thrives through quiet intimacy. She’s not a heavy PDA girl and I think there are many reasons for this. Lying in bed with her while she reads, and you dive headfirst into your favourite hobby is a moment of connection she’ll look forward to every single day.

💚 Embrace Her Romantic Side

• If there’s any character in TLOU who happens to be a secret romantic dreamer, it’s Abigail looks up at you through her lashes flirtatiously Anderson. Lean heavily into her softer, affectionate tendencies and she’ll be slow dancing with you in the kitchen at 2am whispering sweet nothings in your ear in no time.

💚 Laugh With Her

• This might actually be the key to her seeing you in a new light, beyond friendship. Abby is a sassy, sarcastic little (tall and gorgeous) shit sometimes and her playful sense of humor often disguises her emotional intensity. But she loves to play. Laughing with her and not taking life too seriously helps lighten her world and will strengthen your bond like no other.

✨️BONUS GREEN LIGHT✨️

💚 Let Her Lead, but Stand Your Ground

• Abby is used to being in control, if for no other reason than necessity. She’s a fierce protector, and in her heart of hearts, she sees herself as your guardian. Your shieldmaiden. She wants to be that for you. But she respects a woman who has their own voice and can meet her strength with their own.

Also, call her out on her shit from time to time, alright? She likes it. Maybe a little too much.

[pupyuj]

I have a vision bestie. Imagine jock Yujin just fucking and dominating the shit out of her ex-girlfriend after someone hit on her on a party. The possessiveness over what's hers just kicked in her depsite the break up. Yujin is too fine to exist🤭

- 🦔

OH.. 🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢very sorry to anon, this ask is long overdue 💔💔 but another yujin drabble? you guys are so spoiled today! (now don't ask why this wasn't the energy that was present when i hit 1k followers 😭)

ever since you and yujin separated, everybody has been tripping over themselves trying to ask you out or get in your pants 😤😤 they're giving you flowers, courting you, giving you letters and even presents... it was all very sweet but after yujin, you weren't really interested in dating just yet :((( but nobody really listens to that so they keep asking you out,, and it happens in the party too ofc! literally everybody tried to get a piece of your time 😭 you were so popular that you barely got a step in before somebody started talking to you! 😩 but it wasn't until some drunken geek started hitting on you that things escalated 🫣

you were too polite to excuse yourself from the conversation so you just sat there, smiling and nodding to whatever that guy was saying,,, your eyes scanning the room for a familiar face just so you could get out but unfortunately there was nobody around... except ahn yujin in that stupid varsity jacket she probably cherished more than your fucking relationship 🙄 she was staring at you as she leaned against the wall, one hand holding a red cup and the other brushing through her hair.. christ, did she have to look so hot all the time? 🫠🫠

watching her while she ogled and smirked at every pretty girl that passed by, what a player honestly 😟 her meeting your eyes and winking at you, making you grimace and look away 😭 then you got bored of the party bcs your friends were all over the place and that weird guy was still talking to you, so you tried to stand up to finally leave but mr. weirdo put his hand on your thigh??? and leaned too close?? his drunken breath fanning your face 🤢 he didn't get another word in before he got thrown back in the couch rather violently by none other than your delightful ex-girlfriend,,

"you got a whole lotta nerve trying to touch my girl like that." and she spills her cup on top of the guy's head, soaking his hair with beer 😭😭😭 you may have questioned her love for you while you were dating, but the one thing you were sure of was her obsession towards you... she always made sure that people knew you belonged to one person only, and tonight wasn't going to be any different. even if the two of you have been separated for months now 😤

yujinnie dragging you inside an empty bedroom despite your half-hearted protests,, watching intently as she pulled off her jacket and let it drop to the ground while you sat on the edge of the bed,, as much as you hated being around her now, you couldn't wait to see just what entails you after all that 🤭🤭 "who are you calling your girl, yujin-ah? not me, i hope." you said while cheekily smiling up at your ex who was now standing in front of you all pissed 🫣 see, you could be a brat and put up a fight as much as you want, but there's no point to it when you willingly let yujin bend you over the bed with her fingers inside your cunt 😵‍💫

all your spunk just getting thrown out the window every time yujin's thumb brushes against your clit,, "louder, (y/n)." she would demand, each thrust hitting deeper and deeper inside you, making you wonder just why the fuck would you ever leave yujin if she took you to the stars like this 🤤 "this pussy will always belong to me. remember that." oh that's why!

"a-ahh..! fuck you, y-yujin... i hate you—" immediately shutting up when yujin increases her pace,, now you were face down on the bed, muffling your moans as best as you could but you could still be heard outside the room bcs yujin was so desperate to let everybody know that you still belonged to her :((( so she didn't care about the way you tried grabbing for one of her hands to try and stop her, or how you've started crying bcs it was all too much :(((

"think somebody else can fuck you as good as i can? huh? answer honestly, (y/n)." she would try and rile you up, grinning widely when you glared at her amidst your tears,, she's sick 😳 "answer, you bitch." she curls her fingers inside of you, making you squirm and buck your hips backwards just to have some more of what yujin was giving you 🫠🫠 "didn't hear me?" yujin spreads your legs open, pulls her fingers out, and slaps your pussy, earning a pained whine from you :(( odmoddfhjhg her continuing on slapping your cunt even when you told her what she wanted to hear??? she definitely doesn't stop until you were a rambling mess,,

her making you come from her slaps?? doesn't make fun of you for it bcs she fucking loved the sight,, moaning her name as you came undone, your legs shaking horribly and your vision almost blurring,, "that's my good girl. let everybody know who owns this pussy." msjhsdjdkj yujin making you turn around so she could lay you on your back, spreading your legs wide open once again and staring at your red pussy :((( "was that too much? i really missed you..." ugh she was so the type to take advantage of your state, trying to make you feel like she truly loved you,, maybe at one point she did, you'll never know bcs you wanted nothing to do with her after you broke up with her...

and yet—and yet!—you still let yujin kiss your lips, you still listen to the faux sympathy she offered you while she gently massaged your clit, and you still allowed her to go down on you,, letting her have a taste of you after the longest time,, the sounds of her slurps and own moans nearly being louder than yours,, and all the hatred you apparently hold towards her would never stop you from letting her mark you up and repeating whatever words she told you,,

"i belong to you."

"i'm yours."

"i love you."

and no matter how much you told yourself otherwise, deep in your heart, you knew all those words were true 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[moonlightisdancing]

Love Me Tender/ j.m.k

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 2589

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI romantic josh, marking, oral sex (m & f receiving), whole lotta kissing, fingering, light biting, super light foot stuff (bare with me), very intimate & unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), breeding (do we expect anything else from me…), smoking

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“C’mon, mama. We’re gonna be late.” Josh’s voice echoes from your shared bedroom into the bathroom.

The statement is quite ironic, Josh is almost always the reason you guys are “fashionably late” as he calls it. He didn’t disclose what he had planned for tonight, but he bought you a gorgeous black dress paired with silver heels. You assume something special as he’s finally home from tour, perhaps a small celebration of being back. He’s adamant you wear this specific outfit for tonight, but there’s one issue.

“I’m trying, baby! Can you come help me zip it?” The zipper starts at the middle of your back, making it almost impossible for you to zip on your own. You hear his footsteps through the bedroom.

He knocks his knuckles on the door frame. “Can I come in?”

“Of course, my love.”

He creaks the door open, walking up behind you in the mirror. Josh places his hands on your waist and his chin on your shoulder. He plants a kiss on your exposed shoulder before looking at your reflection in the mirror.

“Mm, fits you just how I like it. How’d I do? Does it feel okay?” He can’t take his eyes off of the plunging neckline in the reflection.

“It’s so pretty, the zipper’s in a weird spot, though. I can’t reach it.”

“Here, let me get it, angel.” He pulls away from you, leaving your back exposed to the cool air. He glides his hands down your hips and across your ass. You watch his reflection as his eyes lock onto the back of your lacy red bra he bought you for Valentine's Day.

“Y’know, I always liked this little number.” He runs his fingers under the elastic of the bra, tracing down your spine until he reaches the zipper.

“It always ends up on the floor before you get to see it!” You tease him.

“To be fair, I do like it better on the floor.” Josh is trying to get the zipper, but his fingers can’t grasp it.

Destined to get the dress zipped, Josh gets on his knees behind you. He places his hands on your hips for support as you feel his nose brush against your back. He’s attempting to pull the zipper up with his teeth. The feeling of him behind you like this drives you crazy, but you try to contain yourself knowing he has something planned for tonight. Your wandering mind is suddenly brought back to reality.

“Fuck!” Josh’s grip on your hips gets tight in anger.

“What happened, baby?” You were so busy daydreaming you hadn’t been paying attention.

“The fucking zipper broke.” He seems really upset about the faulty zipper.

“My love, I think I have a little black dress in the closet.” Before Josh can stop you, you make your way to the bedroom, and see it’s decorated with rose petals on the bed and unlit candles across the dresser.

“Josh, what’s all this for?”

“It was supposed to be a surprise for when we got home…” He stands in the doorway, looking defeated as all hell.

You feel bad for ruining his surprise, but in the same breath it turns you on knowing what his plans were for the night. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his neck, he places his hands on your waist in response.

“Joshy, this is so cute, I love you.” You pout your lip at him.

“Yeah? I love you, too, baby.” He pulls you into his chest and kisses your neck.

The kisses begin to grow deeper as he starts to leave hot marks across your skin, you let out a small moan in response to his touch.

“You know we could just stay here if you want.” Josh says between the heated kisses on your neck.

“I’m good with that, yeah.” Your hands run down the warm, soft skin of his neck before finding themselves resting on his pecs.

You slide your hands down, fidgeting with the end of his shirt before working your hands underneath the thin fabric. The dragging of your nails against his stomach causes Josh to let out a breathy sigh. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently tugging at the base of his grip. You slowly fall to your knees, running your hands down his torso and thighs, locking your fingers into the waistband of his pants. You maneuver your head under his shirt, your lips finding their way to the soft flesh of his navel. You begin peppering kisses across his tummy as your hands trace small circles on his barely exposed hip bones. His cock is growing hard against your throat, begging for attention under the rough denim. You inch his pants down his firm thighs, hands finding their way around his ass. You place soft kisses on his clothed cock as it twitches under your sweet touch. Running your wet lips over him through his boxes leaves a smudged stain of red lipstick around his length. You dip your fingers into the waistband, knuckles dragging over his prominent hip bones. You unveil him to yourself, taking in the great detail, each one telling a different story. With your hands on his hips, you run your tongue from the base of his cock up his shaft, lips finding their way around his leaking tip. The swirling of your tongue makes Josh moan as he places his hands on top of yours.

“Baby?” He gently whispers.

“Yes, my love?” His eyebrows furrow in almost sadness as you pull away from him to respond.

“Let me do my thing first.” Josh wasn’t asking, he was telling you.

His hands find their way cupped around your face as Josh pulls you to your feet. He lowers himself onto his knees, swapping the roles of which you each occupied moments before, bringing the dress down with him. The heavy, black fabric rests at your feet as Josh kneels eye level with your core. He hungrily kisses you through your bright red panties, eyes glistening with pure lust. He brushes two fingers against your middle and pushes the lacy number to the side, letting the cool air excite your pussy more. Josh begins placing heated kisses up your thigh before reaching your core, burying his face into your warmth. His nose is brushing against the light patch of hair you keep, per his request, as his lips position themselves around your aching clit. He begins eating you out like he’s been deprived of your taste, or perhaps had never been fed. Through breathy moans on both ends, Josh makes a point to periodically look up and check he’s pleasing you the way you deserve. Suddenly you feel two fingers rubbing through your folds before they press through your entrance. You let out a sharp moan, one that Josh knows to be a good sign. He starts curling his fingers inside of you slowly as he continues making love to your clit. Inching closer to the edge, you reach your hands down and rake your fingers through Josh’s hair, grabbing handfuls at the scalp. You writhe under his touch, rocking against his motions to gain more friction from his tongue.

“Feels good, hm?” He hums into your aroused flesh, you’re growing tighter around his fingers as you near your climax.

“Cum for me, mama.” Josh’s fingers start to pick up a faster pace as you reach your high.

He works you through your orgasm as he replaces his tongue with the pad of his thumb, moving his body in line with yours. The room spins around you as Josh slowly takes his fingers out from your throbbing cunt. Taking the hint from you toying with the bottom hem, Josh removes his shirt exposing the soft, blushed skin of his torso. You run a hand down his heated body moving down to stroke his length, placing kisses across the skin of his neck and chest. He burries his face in your neck and begins tracing the dip in your back with his fingertips, running his fingers up and down your sweat coated skin.

“Josh?” You sound needy, almost begging for the attention you already had.

“Yes?” He lifts his head from your shoulder and moves a hand to push back fallen strands of hair blocking the view of your face. His palm lingers beside your face, his thumb rubbing over the highest point of your cheek.

“Can we fuck?” You always felt silly asking, but you liked to make sure you were on the same page. There had been plenty times in the past where Josh wanted nothing more than to pleasure you, not worrying about his own release.

“Yeah, of course, mama.” The lust-filled look never left his eyes, but was now seemingly brighter at your request for more.

The two of you find your way over to the bed. Josh gently pushes you back into the pillows, sending the white rose petals flying around you. Josh slides the dress off of your ankles and tosses it onto the floor. He slowly takes your strappy, silver heels off of your feet, placing soft kisses along the bottom of each one followed by the circular motion of his thumbs. He positions himself between your legs and hovers over you, an arm on either side of your head as you trace the defined muscle of his biceps with your fingers. He leans his head down to touch his forehead to yours, making his cold pendant press against the heated skin of your sternum, cooling the triangular shape it rests upon your skin in. Foreheads touching, alongside the tips of your noses, Josh takes in all of you.

“Look at me, angel.” You open your eyes and see his brown doe eyes staring back at you.

His stare wasn’t anything fierce or scary. Usually prolonged eye contact made you uncomfortable, but his never did. From the moment you’d met Josh, you’d yearned for his eyes to be fixed on you any chance they got. Josh always loves to mention how the eyes are the windows to the soul, and each time he performs this act on you, you easily welcome him into your unlocked home. It’s always felt like he belonged there, inside of your soul. He has been the only one to see you so deeply and show you how it feels to love and be loved. He’s taken the time to make every sexual interaction with you feel connected no matter how heated the moment got. The soul bonding goes on for what feels like an eternity, but in reality only a few minutes have passed. During the time of getting lost in eachother’s minds, bodies and spirits, your legs found their way wrapped around his waist. Josh breaks the eye contact with a series of loving kisses to your plush lips. The sweet flavor of mint toothpaste, cigarettes and weed lingers on his tongue, a combination you longed for while he was gone.

“I missed you, and this…” You whisper between his taste.

“I missed you, too, mama. And I missed her.” He says as he dips his hips down pressing his solid length against your needy core.

You reach a hand down to grab onto his cock, rubbing him between your velvety folds before resting him at your entrance. You open your eyes to see if he’s watching, but his are screwed shut paired with furrowed brows and open lips. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you lift your hips into his, feeling every muscle in his body tighten and fall into the feeling of you.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He opens his eyes and presses his forehead to yours again, returning to the art of staring, this time more intimate than the last.

He moves his hands from beside your head to underneath your back, pulling you into his chest in a strong hug. Josh slowly moves his hips back and forth, making sure to dip down at the end of each stroke to rub against your clit. You run your fingertips over his bare back as his grip deepens into yours. Josh can make you cum almost instantly when he wants to, but he was taking his time, wanting to feel you for as long as he can. Sweat begins to form on each of your bodies, his wet curls resting against your forehead.

“I’m so close, baby.” He loosens his grip on your back and snakes his arms out from underneath you.

He places them against the headboard, pushing himself up from you but never leaving your shelter. Josh reaches back for your legs and throws them over his shoulders, lifting your lower back off of the bed by a few inches. His strokes become longer with more desire behind each one as he places a mix of kisses and soft bites on the inside of your calf. One of his hands finds its way resting on your lower stomach, his thumb hovering above your clit, applying heavy pressure as his hips crash into yours. You start wiggling and whining under his touch as you near your second orgasm, you can tell he’s getting closer to the edge too by the faltering in his movements.

“Keep fucking me right there. Just like that.” You let out a crying moan. “Fuuuck! Oh my- Josh! That feels so fucking- oh my god I’m-” Before you can finish your thought, Josh brings you to another climax as he follows shortly behind.

“Oh, mama. Fuck, you’re so tight. Want me to cum in my tight little pussy?” You’ve always been entirely his, but hearing Josh claim ownership makes you melt into his touch.

You nod yes and he wastes no time following instructions. His hips stutter and you feel his twitching cock fill you to the brim, his warm release coating the inside of your orgasm swollen pussy. The prolonged eye contact is broken as Josh’s head falls back, his lips parted and neck on full display. You watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he attempts to catch his faltering breath. He brings his head back where it belongs. Looking entirely fucked out of this world, he slowly lowers himself ontop of you peppering kisses along your jawline. You wrap your hands around the back of his head, running your fingers through the sweat-soaked curls at the nape of his neck. Once Josh catches his breath he rolls off of you, laying on his back. He lazily reaches over into the top drawer of the dark oak side table that resides next to your shared bed. You turn to your side and lean up on your arm to watch the movement of his bare body. Josh returns with a pack of yellow American Spirits and a black lighter. He flips the top open and presses his lips to the pack, pulling one cigarette out in the sexiest way anyone could. He closes the top and lets the pack fall into the dip of his chest, bringing the lighter to the cigarette.

“You want one?” He puffs the cigarette and blows the smoke away from you.

“Can I?” You reach for the pack but Josh waves your hand away.

“Let me get it, mama.” He returns the pack to his hand, this time grabbing one out with his index and thumb.

He presses the cigarette between your swollen lips and lights it with the cherry of his own.

[wicked-barbie]

Hold onto Me

The Legend of Vox Machina: Keyleth x fem!reader

Rating: Mature (Minors DNI)

WC: 1.4k 

Prompt: “If love is the answer, you’re home” -Touch by Daft Punk for @sweetspicybingo (Lyrical Bingo Collection)

Warnings: oral and fingering

Summary: You and Keyleth enjoy a private at Château Shorthalt (a little smut and a whole lotta fluff)

Keyleth’s eyes sparkled, shimmering emeralds that could light up the whole world; you were sure of that. You loved getting lost in them, in the green depths that knew no bounds. You often pondered if that was your favorite feature of hers, but truth be told, you didn’t think you could pick just one. You loved everything about her. That enthralling love swirled around your head as you gazed down at her naked body.

A faded scarlet blush caressed her naked, pale skin—an alluring warmth gripping her flesh. Your fingers skimmed down her sides before grabbing her hips. She squirmed in your grasp, her mouth slightly agape and those lovely emerald eyes blown wide. Whisps of red hair clung to her clammy skin. You were grateful for the respite and privacy, having the privilege of her all for yourself. You lowered your mouth to her belly, placing a warm kiss against her heated flesh.

“Please,” she whispered, squirming from your touch.

“Use your words, Kiki,” you encouraged. Hold onto me, I’m right here with you.

Her cheeks flushed redder, so you lifted your head, crawling up her body to cup her face gently. “It’s just you and me, my love. Everything is just between us,” you reminded her. Scanlon may scream and sing his conquests to any who would listen, as was his right, but you would never share these details with the company. Though you were certain, they had put two and two together by now. For the moment, you were thankful for Keyleth’s warm body against yours and the soft silk sheets courtesy of Château Shorthalt. You made a mental note to thank Scanlon later.

“I want to feel your mouth,” she purred, the vibrations tingling down your spine.

You pressed your mouth against her lips, drawing her into a sensual kiss before moving down her neck, her collarbone, and the swells of her breasts. You circled each nipple, feeling them harden beneath your tongue as your hand dipped between her splayed thighs, stroking her silken folds. Keyleth let out the most delicious sound – a beautiful, half-forgotten song. You mouthed her taut stomach, skimming the fingertips of your other hand down her curved hip before you found the spot you wanted.

“Please,” she whimpered, her fingers slipping into your ear.

“All in good time, my love,” you murmured before swiping your tongue against her. A sharp, tangy taste danced against your tastebuds, and you hungered for more. A low growl rolled through you as your mouth sealed around her.

Your tongue plunged deep inside, and Keyleth rocked against your mouth. Truth be told, you could spend an eternity between her thighs, bringing her pleasure until she couldn’t take it any longer. Vax was a fool for letting her slip between his fingers, but his loss was your gain. Her wetness coated your mouth and nose, serving only to spur you on. You sought her clit as two of your slipped inside her.

You crooked your fingers, hitting a soft spongy center before you thrust them gently as your lips suckled her clit. You could smell the sweat prickling over her bare skin. She writhed on the bed, arching her back as you pleasured her. It didn’t take long to get her to spill into an intense orgasm. You removed your fingers before gently lapping her clean with your tongue, savoring every drop. Keyleth seemed speechless, simply stroking your hair as you rested your head on her belly.

“That was amazing,” she whispered, a smile curving over her lips.

“Mmm, I’m glad you enjoyed it, Kiki,” you grinned.

“How about a bath?”

“A bath sounds amazing,” you sighed, enamored by the idea of soaking in hot water and scrubbing your skin clean from the grime of the Hells of Despath clinging to you.

You had to hand it to Scalan; he ensured every inch of this place was luxurious. You were excited to see a clawed bathtub, perfect for soaking and large enough for two people. You turned on the tap, running your fingers under the water to judge the temperature while Keyleth fiddled with the bottles on the marbled sink. She selected a few, dribbling them into the water filling the tub, and soon, a pleasant scent filled the air—the sharp scent of lemon followed by powdery violet and roses in bloom. Keyleth climbed into the tub first, then helped you in, letting you settle against her chest as her chin rested on your shoulder.

“This is heavenly,” she sighed happily.

“Truly,” you agreed, relaxing in her arms and balmy water, watching the steam rise around you.

A pleasant silence filled the room, the hot water soothing your aches and pains, and you were half asleep, but the pleasant feeling of Keyleth massaging your breasts roused you.

“Kiki,” you moaned.

“Shhh,” she cooed, kissing your shoulder as one hand slipped down your belly. “Just relax. Let me tend to you.”

You did as she instructed, letting your head falling back against her chest as her hand found its way between your legs. She teased you, making your nerves stand on edge before her fingers finally slipped inside. It was soothing, slow, and pleasant, taking her time to bring you to orgasm. Your muscles fluttered around her slender feelings, enjoying the slow burn and the time she took. You could feel the love she held for you in every gentle thrust of her fingers.

“I…gonna…” you whined, unable to get the words out as you clenched tightly around her fingers before giving your body over to the sweet release.

“There we go, sweet girl,” Keyleth hummed, kissing your temple as she continued to work you through the orgasm.

You felt floaty like you could melt right into the water and let the steam carry you away. Keyleth’s embrace tightened around you to help keep you grounded. The two of you stayed in the bath until the water turned ice cold before slipping under the warm sheets, curling around each other before succumbing to sleep. Your arms remained circled around her waist the entire night.

~~

You woke to the smell of chicken and waffles wafting under your nose, making your stomach lurch with hunger. Though you knew Keyleth wouldn’t be too fond of the chicken, so you slipped out of bed, tugged on your clothes, and went to find the garden Scanlon had sung about earlier that night. You were delighted to find a bush bursting with ripe raspberries and gathered up a bunch, tossing them into a wooden basket that rested by a tree. You made your way to the kitchen, winking spectral servants ushering heaps of chicken and waffles from the kitchen before you made a raspberry tart for Keyleth to enjoy for breakfast. It had been one of your favorite treats as a child, and you wanted to share that small part of your past with her.

It came out perfect, with a crispy crust and raspberries glistening with sugar and honey on top of the mouthwatering custard. The servants were a big help in following your requests, and you wondered if they enjoyed making something other than chicken. You scooped up the plate and made your way into the dining room.

“I was wondering where you were; you left me alone,” Keyleth pouted.

“Apologies, I was making you breakfast, my lady,” you grinned, placing the plate in front of her before bending to kiss her.

“You’re forgiven. It smells delicious,” she beamed, lifting her fork before digging into the tart.

You picked up a piece of perfectly fried chicken, sinking your teeth into the crunchy skin as the meat melted off the bone and against your tongue.

“Oh, I could kiss you right now, Scanlon,” you groaned happily, indulging in more chicken.

“Pretty sure Keyleth might transform into a tiger and eat me,” he laughed.

“Ahh, Minxie,” Grog grinned, munching on fistfuls of chicken as Scanlon made kissy faces in your direction.

Keyleth reached for your hand under the table, running her thumb against your hand. Her smile was dazzling, a little bit of custard clinging to the corners of her mouth. Your tongue tingled as you longed to lick it away. You would follow this woman to the ends of the world, right into the screaming depths of Hell. Love; it made you do crazy things.

Many questions swirled through your mind as you held onto Keyleth’s hand. The Chroma Conclave proved to be dangerous foes. You had no idea what the future might hold and where any of you might end up, but at least you would be by Keyleth’s side. Your stomach felt sick at the unknown until you gazed into Keyleth’s kind eyes, and a realization dawned on you. If love is the answer, you’re home. The one sure thing you could cling to was that your home would be wherever Keyleth was.

[matt-murdockk]

I can fix him (no really I can)

They shake their heads saying, "God help her" When I tell them he's my man But your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger I can fix him, no, really I can And only I can

college!matt murdock x fem!reader | fluff— a whole lotta fluff | sorta friends to lovers? | fic from reader's pov, then a pov switch to third person

Matt Murdock famously doesn't stick around for longer than a month, tops. You were determined to change that.

Pre-law golden boy with an aura that exudes confidence, Matt was the person everyone either wanted to be, or wanted to be with. He knew that, and his faux modesty only made it worse for the masses desperate to get a piece of him. Am I one of—? Please, I'd fuck a tree before I fuck Matt Murdock. Not that I hate him or anything. I'm just not on the bed anyone with abs and a personality bandwagon. Good for him for all that attention he's getting, but my ties with him start and end in class. He's just a classmate.

Okay, maybe not just a classmate.

We share notes. Sometimes. Only when he forgets his, which is rare, because apparently being hot and capable is a combo this man insists on wielding like a goddamn weapon. Once, he offered to buy me coffee as a thank you and I made the mistake of saying yes. We ended up talking for an hour. One hour. And somehow I left that conversation knowing his middle name, his favourite diner his dad used to take him to, and exactly what kind of espresso he drinks before a big exam.

It was fine. It’s fine. People have conversations all the time. I’m not spiraling.

We became friends. Real ones. That was the problem.

Because here’s the thing: Matt Murdock is a disaster.

Not on paper. No— on paper, he’s perfect. He’s top of the class, charming when he wants to be, a little cocky, but in a way that makes you laugh instead of wanting to push him down the stairs.

But spend enough time around him and you start to notice things.

Like how he never lets anyone get close. Like how he flirts with half the campus but every single one of his flings ends in vague silence and awkward glances the next day. Like how he knows exactly how to listen to someone but refuses to let anyone hear him.

It’s not a red flag. It’s a goddamn red parade.

So of course I did what any completely normal person with an ounce of self-preservation would do.

I caught feelings for that bastard.

Of course, it's the emotionally unavailable mess with enough red flags to decorate a fucking carnival that catches my attention. Just my goddamn luck.

And, in a moment of sheer lunacy, decided I could fix him.

No really, I could. Just needed time. And patience. And maybe a crowbar for emotional extraction. Whatever. I’ve done harder things. If I can survive Mr Vasquez's class, I can survive whatever this is.

I just have to make sure he never finds out I like him. And also make him like me back. And maybe heal years of trust issues in the process.

Easy, right?

Well, it wasn’t.

Because what started as some deranged attempt to break into the fortress that is Matt Murdock turned into something else entirely. We became friends. Real friends. Somewhere along the way, it stopped being about fixing him and started being about just… being there.

And God help me, I think he needed that more than anything.

It wasn’t just me and Matt anymore, either. Foggy came into the picture fast— bright-eyed, effortlessly funny, with an incredible ability to sniff out bullshit in under five seconds. The three of us? Unstoppable. Study sessions, lunch breaks, late-night coffee runs before an exam. They were my people.

So yeah. The plan backfired. Spectacularly. But I had friends for life now, so I couldn’t exactly call it a failure.

It didn’t mean it stopped hurting, though.

Matt’s life… it wasn’t easy. I could see it in the way he shut down when he was overwhelmed, how he buried himself in work instead of letting anyone in. Some nights he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, but he’d still crack a joke just to make Foggy laugh.

And when he was with other women— when he flirted like it was a language only he spoke— it hurt. Even when I told myself I didn’t have a right to feel that way. He wasn’t mine. I made sure of that.

I’d smile through it. Tease him, even. Make some stupid quip about his tragic taste in women and let the ache settle where no one could see it.

Except Foggy noticed.

He always does.

One afternoon— study session turned snack break in our usual booth— Foggy caught me staring too long. Matt was across the room talking to a girl from one of our electives, charming smile and all.

“You okay?” he asked, nudging me with his elbow.

I blinked. “Yeah. Fine.”

“You sure? Because that definitely wasn’t your ‘fine’ face. That was your ‘I’m swallowing feelings and pretending to be emotionally stable’ face.”

I sighed, resting my chin on my palm. “He’s not doing anything wrong.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

I turned to him. “Foggy, I’m not gonna pull a dramatic ‘what are we’ in the middle of a group project. Matt may be a lot of things, but you really cannot force him to be something he doesn’t want to be.”

Foggy frowned. “But do you think he doesn’t want—?”

“Matt would probably suck at relationships,” I said, more tired than bitter. “Like, actual long-term ones. He likes the chase, he likes the moment. And that’s fine. He’s allowed to live how he wants. I just… I’m happy being his friend. Genuinely. Give it time. I’ll get over it.”

Foggy was quiet for a second. “That was… wildly mature.”

“Yeah well, personal growth is a bitch.”

He grinned. “Still. If it helps, he’s not as smooth as he thinks.”

I snorted. “No, but he is absurdly pretty. That makes up for a lot.”

We let the topic die after that. I figured that was the end of it.

I didn’t know Matt had heard.

—————————————————————————————————

Third Person POV

Matt had only come back for his notebook.

He hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. He hadn’t meant to hear that.

But he had.

He stopped just shy of the hallway corner, heart thudding loud in his chest. The way her voice dropped when she said “I’ll get over it.”

The words hit harder than he expected.

She thought he’d be a bad boyfriend.

Worse— she didn’t even think he was worth trying.

And Matt knew— he knew— he hadn’t been great. He had a lot on his plate, a whole goddamn feast of mess, but he never once thought she saw him like that. Not undeserving.

She didn’t know he stayed up wondering what it’d feel like to kiss her. For real. Without laughing it off or playing it cool. She didn’t know how often his fingers hovered near hers and didn’t reach. How badly he wanted to.

But if she thought he wasn’t capable of it? Of loving her the way she deserved?

He had to change that.

Not just for her. For him. For the version of himself he wanted to be—the kind that could love someone, openly and fully, without messing it up.

“Jesus,” Foggy muttered when he saw Matt later that night. “You look like you saw a ghost. Or rather... felt a ghost? I don't know, man.”

“I heard something,” Matt said, collapsing onto his bed, voice low.

“Define ‘something.’”

“(Y/N) said I’d be a bad boyfriend.”

Foggy blinked. “Okay. Context?”

Matt dragged a hand over his face. “She was talking to you. In the booth. Earlier.”

Foggy raised his brows. “You, uh, you were there?”

“I forgot my notebook.”

Foggy held up his hands. “Alright, okay. First off— she didn’t say you’d be a bad boyfriend. She said you’d probably suck at steady relationships. Big difference.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah, because you’ve never tried a steady relationship. Which is kind of the point.”

Matt groaned. “I need to fix this.”

Foggy stared. “Okay, I’m gonna need you to walk me through your version of fixing this.”

Matt sat up. “I’m gonna prove her wrong.”

Foggy blinked. “You’re gonna… ask her out?”

“No,” Matt said quickly. “I mean— yes. Eventually. But first I need to become the kind of guy she thinks could be a good boyfriend. You know. Change her mind.”

Foggy pinched the bridge of his nose. “Jesus Christ. Just fuck already.”

Matt frowned. “What?”

Foggy threw his hands in the air. “You like her. She likes you. I have seen you two. Why do you think you want her to stay longer after we're done studying? Why do you think you linger? Why do you think you bring her coffee and save her a seat and remember her deadlines better than your own?”

Matt opened his mouth. Nothing came out.

“She fell first, you fell harder,” Foggy said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You know the drill, man.”

Matt stared.

“…Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh. My brother in Christ, you’re in love.”

Matt exhaled.

“…Shit.”

——————————————————————————————————

Matt didn’t sleep that night.

He lay awake, headphones in, a lecture playing that he didn’t hear, the words echoing over and over again in his head.

“She fell first.”

“You fell harder.”

He didn’t even realize when it happened. Somewhere between her snorting at his awful Latin puns and handing him half her sandwich because he forgot to eat again— he’d fallen. And now she thought he was incapable of loving her the way she deserved.

It felt like a punch to the chest.

But instead of wallowing, he decided to do something.

Starting now.

The next morning, Matt showed up to your apartment with coffee. Your exact order. No text beforehand. No heads-up.

You opened the door in pajama shorts and a hoodie, one sock on and a pen still tucked behind your ear.

“Matt?”

He held up the coffee like it was a peace offering. “You mentioned your 9 a.m. was with Vasquez today. I figured you’d need a hit of caffeine and a minor miracle.”

You blinked. “…That’s weirdly thoughtful of you.”

He smiled. “I’ve been working on that.”

And then he left. Just like that.

No flirting. No lingering.

Just… left.

You stared after him, cup in hand, completely thrown.

It didn’t stop there.

Matt started walking you to class. All the time.

Not just when you happened to be heading the same direction. On purpose.

He’d show up at your building with some excuse— “I needed air,” or “Foggy wasn’t ready yet”— and fall into step beside you like it was routine.

Then came the favors. Printing your notes when the Wi-Fi was down. Fixing the broken strap on your bag. Letting you drag him to that awful late-night diner when you were too wired to sleep.

You didn’t get it.

This wasn’t how Matt Murdock operated.

Matt Murdock flirted, ghosted, and moved on.

This? This was effort.

It was also torture.

Because the more he did it, the more you started to hope. Stupid, dangerous hope. Maybe he did like you. Maybe this wasn’t one-sided after all.

But every time you thought about asking, about saying something— he’d flash that same unreadable smile and change the subject.

So you kept your mouth shut. Kept watching. Waiting.

Hoping.

Meanwhile, Foggy was losing his mind.

“You can’t just— Matt, you cannot boyfriend her without telling her.”

Matt frowned, folding his arms. “I thought this was the part where I prove myself.”

“To who? To her? She already likes you. You’re not proving anything except that you’re allergic to communication.”

“I’m building a foundation.”

Foggy looked pained. “You’re building a bad sitcom plot. Just tell her.”

Matt hesitated. “She said she didn’t want that. She said she’d get over me.”

Foggy sighed so hard, his soul probably left his body.

“Matt. Listen to me. She said that because she didn’t think she could have you. You have ghosted every girl before her, remember?”

Matt winced. “Not every—”

“Every.”

“…Fair.”

Foggy ran a hand down his face. “You’re gonna lose her if you don’t speak up.”

Matt didn’t respond.

Because deep down, he knew it was true.

——————————————————————————————————

It started with Foggy texting you.

Which was already suspicious, because Foggy never texted first unless Matt was—

foggy: hey can you swing by the quad after class?

foggy: matt’s planning something

foggy: i’m scared :,)

Now, when someone like Foggy— sweet, unshakeable, usually-down-for-anything Foggy— is scared, you listen. You changed your route and headed toward the quad.

And promptly stopped dead in your tracks.

Because what the hell were you looking at.

Matt Murdock stood on a bench.

On a goddamn bench. In broad daylight. Holding what looked like a beat-up portable speaker above his head like he was channelling John Cusack in Say Anything.

Button-down rolled to the elbows. Hair tousled like it’d been run through about seven too many times. Foggy was standing off to the side looking like he was actively regretting every life decision that brought him here.

“Oh no,” you whispered. “Oh no.”

A group of students was already watching, phones half-raised. Matt didn’t seem to care.

You watched, frozen, as he raised a hand and cleared his throat. Actually cleared his throat. Like he was about to deliver a valedictorian speech. You saw Foggy mutter don’t do it, like a prayer.

Matt did it anyway.

“I, uh… I know this is weird,” he began, voice carrying over the quad, “but I have something to say. Something important.”

The crowd murmured. A few giggles. One guy yelled “Murdock, you proposing?” which earned a sharp shut up from someone else. Foggy, probably.

Matt ignored it. His face was dead serious. “There’s someone I’ve been an idiot about. Someone smart and stubborn and too good to waste time on someone like me. But she did anyway. She does. And if she’s here—” his head turned slightly “— I want her to know I’m sorry. And that I like her. A lot.”

You blinked.

Foggy made frantic eye contact with you from the sidelines and mouthed stop him.

But you couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

Matt continued. “I was scared, okay? I thought I’d ruin it. Ruin her. But then I realized I’d rather screw up trying to be with her than let her go without even trying. So, (Y/N),” he called, voice way too confident for a man committing this level of social suicide. “This one’s for you.”

A soft click, followed by the unmistakable synthy intro of Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden.

Savage. Fucking. Garden.

You clapped a hand over your mouth.

Someone nearby went “What is happening?”

Matt? he looked hopeful.

And you— stupid, stunned, wildly endeared— were just about to take a step forward when—

Cue the sprinkler system turning on.

Every. Single. Sprinkler.

They sputtered, then blasted to life across the quad like a synchronized ambush. A collective scream rose as people scrambled away, books and phones held over heads.

Matt? Got hit square in the chest, earning a strained Jesus from him.

Foggy somewhere in the periphery muttering “I told him” like a man in mourning.

You? Soaked. Wide-eyed. Laughing.

You actually had to cover your mouth, you were laughing so hard.

Matt stepped down, water dripping from his sleeves. He looked around like he was being personally smitten by the gods. It was like the universe waited for maximum dramatic tension just to drop the punchline.

The song cut out with a strangled sputter as the speaker died a wet, heroic death. Students screamed. Matt cursed under his breath as he was immediately soaked. Foggy, who had clearly seen this coming, was already power-walking toward the nearest tree, muttering “I’m too pretty for this.”

You stood there in shock as water poured down on everyone.

And then— you burst out laughing.

You couldn’t help it. Couldn’t stop it. You doubled over, drenched, laughing so hard it echoed louder than the chaos around you.

Matt stood on the bench, blinking water from his lashes, the speaker dangling uselessly from one hand. He looked like a wet, confused puppy. A hot wet confused puppy. Weird analogy. But still.

You pushed your hair from your eyes and walked over, completely soaked.

“This was your grand romantic gesture?” you asked between giggles.

He ran a hand down his face, sopping. “It was supposed to be better.”

You looked up at him, the pathetic speaker still crackling faintly in his grip. “It was absolutely ridiculous.”

A pause.

You smiled. “It was perfect.”

Foggy squelched up behind you both. “Okay, you’ve both had your romcom moment, can I go home now? My socks are... squishy.”

Matt turned to him, still trying to catch his breath. “Thanks for… whatever part you played in this.”

“I want that thank you in writing,” Foggy muttered. “And a refund for emotional distress.”

You turned back to Matt.

“Do I get to keep the boombox?”

He grinned. “It’s mostly water now. But sure.”

You took a slow step closer. “So… boyfriend material yet?”

He reached out— careful, gentle— and brushed a piece of wet hair behind your ear. “Getting there.”

And then you kissed him.

In the middle of the quad. Soaked to the bone. Surrounded by students who definitely started applauding and whistling, because of course they did.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, Foggy just shook his head.

“Seriously. I hate you both.”

You smiled at him. “Love you too, Fog.”

And Matt?

Well, he didn’t run.

Not this time.

a/n: alright so the fic took a detour from what i had originally planned, it was going to be angst, reader was going to be fwb with matt, and well it's a whole thing, a lot of changes happened but i didn't change the title because well i got attached. i know it doesn't really make sense now with how the story turned out, but i'm leaving it in the story anyway, hope you liked it!

[axt-beta]

Warning: a whole lotta fluff, Satoru being kinda obsessed, Female reader, Things kinda escalate quickly

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐!𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚞 𝙶𝚘𝚓𝚘

Adores you in every single way. He finds it adorable when you laugh, when you look up at him with sweet looking eyes, he just wants to hug you and never let go. He then goes and yaps to Suguru about how pretty you looked today and how he got to pin you down in training. Pin you down... That made him feel something.

"I wish I could just... Hug her. Touch her." The teen breathed out softly. "Satoru, you already do that." The black haired teen replies while watching his best friend flushed red over his classmate. "I know but I want to do more.... Like I want to kiss her-"

"Oh. my. god. Just confess to her. I don't want to hear this every single night." Annoyance dripping from his words as his best friend took his glasses off and ran a hand through his hair. He felt hot all over. Heavy breaths came from him the more he thought about you. "What should I do?"

"Go cool off then see her."

"If I can even function." The white haired teen sat up and stepped outside of his best friends dorm then walking outside. He leans against a railing and sighs.

"What's got you so happy? Did something good happen?"

He looks beside him to see the one and only person he did not want to see like this.

"Oh..N/N."

"Are you in lo-.....woah." You stare up at him with slightly widened eyes and flushed cheeks.

"N/N? What's wrong?" Damn she looks pretty while blushing. He thought.

"Your eyes.." You say, mesmerized.

"My eyes? Yeah I know they can be kinda bright—" He looked away awkwardly

"No.. They're pretty." You giggled softly as his assumption. Yeah they are bright but still pretty. You thought, not knowing the guy next to you was a blushing mess. You get kind of worried from his silence so you decide to reassure him and grab his twitching hand.

"Uh, I'm sorry. Do guys not like being called pretty?"

"Y/N."

He suddenly pulls you into a tight hug and starts kissing you. Kissing your forehead, your cheek, everywhere but your lips. "Mmh- sorry.." *He plants a kiss on your cheek before burying his face in your hair. Your scent.. You smell so good.

"How did you make me fall for you so damn hard?"

He says, while slightly pulling his head out of your hair. You look up at him slowly with those sweet eyes of yours.. He could just lose it right then and there.

You laugh softly and smile sweetly at him. "I.. Love you too, Satoru.

[cyberpunkhwx]

So I'm love in love with Yeosang and Seonghwa at the moment. Can I request a Yeosang/Seonghwa threesome smut after the reader gets to see them rehearse their motorcycle scene in the music video Bouncy.

The Racer (and his friend)

Word count: 2k

Pairing: bf!hwa x gf!reader x yeosang

Warnings: smut, fluff, 3some, Racer au, hwa sharing his gf, oral (f-receive), fingering, yeosang's strong ass biceps(yes this is a warning), degerating, praising, they're kinda simps at this point? Lotta compliments, manhandling, being lift up, double penetration, multiple orgasm, dom!hwa, dom!yeo, sub!reader lmk if I missed anything

N/a: Just realised I misread the request abit.. oppsie~ this is an actually Racer au and not just them releasing the racing scene^^

"Baby, there's a race going on tonight, wanna join?"

Your boyfriend was putting on his racing suit, making sure it was tight and secure. The black suit with orange details and lines that matched perfectly with his bike. With a black tee under it.

You give him a thumbs up, as you make your way to your shared bedroom, in your his apartment. You went through your whole closet, trying to pick something to match with him. You finally settle with one og his white sweatshirts and a red skirt, pairing with you to-go black boots. You did the last touched and went out. Where Seonghwa was waiting for you, leaning onto his bike as he held his helmet in one hand, and scrolling on his socials in the other.

He looked gorgeous as always. His black hair styled into a side slick with a few stray of his hair down on his forehead.

He smiled when he saw you, motioning you to come closer as he sat on his bike.

"Here, let me help" He placed the helmet on your head securing it tightly "too tight?" "Just perfect"

After a year of dating, he still treats you like glass. It'd be a lie to say if you were scared of riding with him at the very first times, but not anymore. Not with the way he puts your comfort his number one priority.

You get on the bike and grip on his muscled waist tightly, putting your head on his back and just enjoying the ride.

_

"So there's actually someone I wanted to introduce you to" seonghwa parked his bike nearby, helping you off. "He's kinda new here and we want to make him feel as welcome as possible hmm?" He said guiding you toward the usual café.

"Oh there he is" He waved at a guy sitting alone on a table. He waved back. He had his hair styled in a tiny pony tail, with a few strands on his forehead, maybe abit longer- they came on his eyes. Like seonghwa. Is that a thing for bikers? You thought. you tried not to stare but there was just alot to look at. He had a tight sleeved black shirt on, with his racing suit hanging on his chair. It looked similar to seonghwa's, only abit darker, looking more red than orange. His doe eyes that looked back and forth on you and seonghwa, did not match his huge biceps. You were almost worried it'd tear the shirt.

You walked closer to his table as seonghwa sat on a chair infront of him, motioning you to sit beside him, keeping his hand on the head of your chair.

"Darling, this is Yeosang. The guy I wanted to introduce to you, he is hot isn't he?" He winked as he continued "And this is my girlfriend y/n, she's here to cheer on me tonight" He gave your shoulder a squeeze as he watched you and yeosang shyly nod at each other, mumbling a quite hi and he says "oh man you're lucky, I wish I had a pretty cheering on me" he joked, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Oh mate, she might want to cheer for you on second place hmm? If her pretty heart is feeling kind" He teased, gently rubbing your cheek qith his fingertips, tapping a familiar rhythm on the wooden table with his free hand.

_

Soon it was dark outside and time to race. You sat on the metal sits, as you admired your boyfriend getting ready. "You can do it seonghwa oppa!" You yelled across the way, he looked down as he chuckled, sending you a quick flying kiss before covering his face with the helmet.

You saw him chatting with yeosang and looking at you from time to time, but you shrugged it off, just giving a gentle smile qhwn you made eye contact.

"Racer, ready! 1, 2 , race" yelled the sexy flag lady in the bikini. You always wondering how the hell does she dress like that while you wore, your boyfriends long ass jacket (thanks to his long ass legs) and was still freezing. Does she gets paid well though? Maybe you should also-

The race was over almost as fast as it started. Seonghwa stood as he took out his helmet, doing his famous hair flip as people gathered around him.

You ran toward him to congrat him, and that was when he immediately pulled you into a deep kiss, almost eating you up. He only let go when he ran out of breath. "You, me, my resting room right fucking now" he told a staff to park his bike where it should and take care of it as he dragged you to take care of himself.

"Didn't know you could pop a boner by sitting on a bike, or what you and yeosang talked about was so arousing?" You teased, following after him. "Oh love, we were talking about your tight cunt‌, if your that curious" He said through his teeth, finally reaching the resting room.

"You-what?" You were not expecting this. "Oh darling, you just look so sweet everyone wants a taste. You don't wanna be cruel to his dick and let it explode do you?" He u locked the door, seeing yeosang already sitting there, waiting.

"It's gonna be really fun, babe. Now why don't you give us both a show, hmm?" He hugged your waist from behind, and guiding you toward the lunch table, pressing you on your back. The hanging lamp was almost blinding if it wasn't for seonghwa's large figure shadowing over you.

If you looked abit further up you could see yeosangs figure, smirking at you laying all pretty and sweet on the table, just because your boyfriend told you to.

"Such a good girl, you're show yeosang oppa how whiny you get for me?" It wasn't a question, because right after he finished his sentence, his hands slips down to them hem of your skirt. Yeosang on the other hand started to play with your face, cheeks and finally rested on you lips. You open your lips for him to put them in, luring them good. Seonghwa puts your both legs on his one shoulder to slip down your skirt and let them lay on the ground. He just takes a minute to observe the way you look under him. Your pretty figure laying for him while your cute face is busy paying attention to yeosang.

"Hyung, your babe is so cute" He let's his free arms wonder on the exposed skin of your shoulder and cleavage.

"She so fucking wet too, look at it" your boyfriend, spreader your legs wide with his both hands, slightly lifting your hips for yeosang to have a view of the dark patches on your panties.

You let out a whine at his action. Feeling shy, as if you were just for him to show off.

Seonghwa let your hips back on the table, just for his thumb to start working on your sensetive clit, rubbing on it over the fabric of your panties, just the way you like it. You felt your body shake slightly at the rough sensation, bringing up your knees.

"Yeo, hold her down" He minded no business to you, moving your soaked panties to the side for two long fingers to enter your wet hole, easily moving in and out.

Yeosang, gently moved his finger out of your mouth, you grab your both hands with one of his, holding them next to him and above your head. While his other hand, made its way on your top and bra, taking it off of you, making your boobs bounce down. "Fuck! So pretty" He cages your nipple between his fingers, before grabbing the whole boob and squizing it harshly.

You arch your back, hips squirming away from seonghwa, already feeling hazy with all the hands on you.

Seonghwa's skillful hand followed your hips, not giving you a moment to rest, only speeding up his tempo. "My baby gonna cum for me? Be a good slut and cum, hmm?"

Yeosang dragged your hands further away, locking you in between their bodies,moving his face to take a bite of your other nipple, making you let out a scream.

"Hwa.. close-" "awe hyung, she's already cummin', so sensetive" He bit harsher on your chest, taking it all in his mouth.

"She's my sweet thing. Cum for me baby c'mon"

That's all you heard before feeling your mind go blank. You arch your body, if it was even possible and let seonghwa take all you had in you. His movements slowed down as you came down from your high. Finally opening your eyes to seonghwa admiring your cum on his fingers while yeosang, massaged your arms and body. Seonghwa's fingers make their way again to your hole, fucking your fucking back to you. He spread his fingers inside you, spreading you open as much as you could take.

"Finally loose enough to take us both?"

_

Needless to say you learned alot of things that night. And one of them was that yeosang, defiantly knew how to put his overgrown muscles to use.

You found that out when he helped you sit up on the table. Grabbing your waist and dragging you all the way to his side of the table before lifting you up in second. You let out a scream when he did so, holding you from under your knees spreading your legs wide open for your boyfriend. "So fucking pretty" He murmered, playing with your puffed pussy lips. You squirmed then you realised, in fact, you could not move at all. Yeosang's iron grip held you tight with your hands caged between your body.

Yeosang chuckles at your try. "Oh baby, there won't be any need for you to move, that's why" and then he managed to give you the innocent smile, as if his dick is not right at your opening.

Seonghwa pulled you into a deep kiss placing his hands firmly on your hips while yeosang pushed his tip Inside you, painfully teasing your walls. You felt like you could cum by just that.

Suddenly, seonghwa's hands push you all the way down on yeosang's length, muffing your screams with his mouth. His hands slid down to your dripping hole, pushing a finger next your yeosang. Both you and yeosang moan at the feeling. He let out another finger in, spreading them like he did just before.

"Just loose enough" He whispered in your ear. He held your pussy open, adjusting his tip Inside your hole, slowely pushing inside you.

Hot teats steamed down your cheeks, it was painfully pleasureable. It hurted so much it felt good. You let your head drop on yeosang's shoulder while you adjust to them both basically ripping your pussy.

"Fuck, I can't wait anymore" yeosang growled behind you, gripping tighter on your thighs, starting to thrust brutally inside you, hitting your spot after a few thrusts, breathing heavily behind you. Seonghwa did not fall behind. He matched yeosangs rhythm and they both start to fuck you senseless in matter of a second.

You let out high pitched cries at the thrust up your guts. "Cummin', cummin' ah- I can't take more"

"fuck I'm close too" "me too sweet thing"

You shook harshly for the second time that night, letting yourself go as your felt warm liquid feeling your insides.

The both pulled out and their cum start to drip out of you.

"Uh- uh" yeosang moved you on the table again, laying you flat on your back with your legs held up.

"Not a single drop going to waste, right sweetheart?"

Seonghwa put on your ruined panties on, teasingly pushing on your hole. You glare at him.

"Oka, okay sorry babe" He chuckles, helping you dress up while you lean onto yeosang's warm body resting your sore one, and that's how you let out a yawn before closing your eyes.

"Rest well my love" you couldn't figure out who said that before drifting to dreamland.