#you wanna climb out of your own skin thats natural!

[spghtrbry]

i’ve no idea what i am talking about, i’m trapped in this body & i can’t get out

[ppersonna]

good for me | ksj - m

“ stay on the ground until your knees hurt. no more praying baby, imma be your preacher ” - church, chase atlantic

✹ summary- You’ve forgotten something very important and your husband, Seokjin, makes sure you never forget it again.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim seokjin x reader

✹ word count- 2.3k

✹ genre- smut, pwp, no plot, you’d have to DIG for a plot, like............. thats all there is to it. there is nothing else.

✹ warnings- hard dom!seokjin, oral sex (m receiving), spanking, degredation, dirty talk, shower sex, established relationship, 

✹ a/n- this has been in the drafts for some time. i debated posting it because it literally has no substance LMAOOOOO but hey fuck it. here’s some hard dom jin because 🥵 i needed it. thank u to @chimoona​ for her help and for my ladies @xjoonchildx​ @ladyartemesia​ @untaemedqueen​ always giving me the hype.

The best part of exercising is the shower afterwards. 

Sure, you enjoy the benefits of cardio and weight training, but nothing ever feels as good as a hot steamy shower after you’re drenched in sweat.  

It’s what you’re looking forward to as you climb out of your car and trudge your weary body to the front door. 

It’s late in the evening now—Seokjin’s car is in the driveway next to yours, and you figure he must have returned home sometime while you were gone. You open the door and call out to your husband, alerting him to your return as you drop your keys onto the entryway table and kick off your gym shoes. 

It’s quiet in the house, not a single reply from Seokjin, but you quickly dismiss it. He’s likely busy, or stepped outside to the backyard for a phone call. 

It’s no matter. All you can think about is turning on the shower and stepping into the spray and allowing the shower to soothe away tension and wash away the slick. 

Your body is sticky with sweat and the bra and legging combo you wore is an unattractive darker color from the moisture.  You’re peeling off the clothes as you make your way upstairs towards your shared bedroom.  The clothes land somewhere near the laundry basket—you don’t care where—and you’re completely naked by the time your feet touch the marble of the bathroom floor. 

The muscles in your body relax the instant you turn the knobs of the shower to hot, as hot as you can make it. It takes a moment to warm up, and you generously use the time to roll out your sore muscles and gaze at your figure in the mirror. 

There are still marks on your body from your last playtime with Jin. 

Some nights, you have sex with him like a normal, married couple. Missionary, soft and gentle, plenty of emotion and sweet whispered words. 

Other nights, however, you willingly allow the sadist in him to gratify the masochist in you. He takes control, demands submission, and you freely give. 

Your time with your husband last night was the latter. He bent you over the bed and paddled your ass until you cried, and your pussy drooled onto the floor below you. He was relentless, powerful, and it made you putty in his hands. There was no one else on the earth you trusted more than Seokjin. You knew he would never intentionally hurt you in a way that didn’t bring you pleasure. And it made your desire for him burn even brighter. 

The bathroom is steamy by the time you’ve finished checking out the delicious marks your husband left on you, and you slip into the shower with a grateful sigh.  The pressure feels incredible on your muscles and you allow your eyes to close as you bask in the steam and heat. 

The cascading water and intoxicating heat clouds your mind and you never notice the bathroom door open or the sound of clothing being removed. You’re so distracted that you never hear the glass door of the shower open. 

And it’s too late now. 

You’re instantly being pressed up against the cold tile of the bathroom, a hot and hard body behind you making you squeak in surprise. 

Jin has joined you in the shower, and he’s pressed your chest to the cool wall and tangles his hands in your hair. 

“Look what we have here,” he tuts. “Nice to see you showed up.”

You furrow your brow, confused on what he’s talking about. He plays with your hair as he continues to hold you against the wall, cheek turned and flat against the tile. 

“Jin, wha—,” he cuts you off before you can finish. 

“That’s not my name, baby doll.” 

His voice is distinct from his usual.

This one radiates power. It oozes danger. And your cunt is already squeezing around nothing at the sound. 

“S-sir,” you gasp. Your breathing is heavy, body overcome with desire. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praises. He lets a free hand travel down your wet back towards your ass, where he cups a cheek in his hand delicately. 

“Now, can my good girl tell me what she did wrong today?” 

His hands rub the globe gently, and you shiver. His hands feel so strong, so ready to deliver the firm swats or gentle caresses you crave the most. 

You’re racking your rattled brain as hard as you can, desperate to figure out what you’ve done wrong. 

“I—I can’t remember,” you murmur. 

He tsks, upset at your answer. 

“You better start remembering, little one.”  

His hand rubs at the skin of your ass once more, before he’s lifting his hand and bringing it back down onto your cheeks with a crack. Your body jolts in reply and the stinging of your buttocks travels straight to your core. A low whimper leaves your lips—a sound of brewing desire more than despair. 

“Don’t you want to be my good girl?” He asks as he rubs the reddening mark. “Tell me what you’ve done wrong and you won’t be punished.” 

You puff out a breath in frustration, unable to remember what you’ve done. 

Jin notices and delivers another slap to your ass, this time on the opposite cheek, and you yelp. 

“I-I,” you stutter, brain spinning desperately to remember what it is you’ve missed.  

“If you’ve forgotten how to use your voice, then please, let’s put that mouth to use.”

He turns your body, your back now pressed against the tile where your tits once were. Your eyes widen. He looks like a fucking god. He’s wet and dripping from the spray of the shower, and his eyes burn like coals, stoked by his desire for you. He steps back from you, allows you to drink in his image pridefully. 

His cock is rock hard, straining and thick against his abdomen. He doesn’t bother to touch it, doesn’t stroke or grasp it. His eyes are drilling holes into your own with intensity and you can feel your submissive nature begging you to kneel. It’s what he wants.

He knows you—knows you better than you likely know yourself.  You’re lowering on to your knees with no thought, eyes fixated on his like he likes. 

“No hands,” he speaks gently. “Dirty fucking whores don’t get to use their hands.”

His powerful hands grip your damp hair, gathering a bunch and bringing your face to the tip of his cock.

“You wanna suck daddy’s cock?” He asks, tone almost teasing. He rubs the head against your plump lips, allowing them to collect the generous pre-cum at the tip.  

You nod, big simpering eyes peering up at him.

“Please, daddy,” you beg. “Let me suck your cock.”

He rubs your lips a few moments more, before grasping your jaw in his hands and prying your mouth open.

“Suck.”

His hips thrust forward and suddenly your mouth fills with his length.  You almost gag, almost, but you squeeze your fists tight and will it away. Jin smirks as he sees the tears build in your eyes from the pressure and continues forward until his cock fills your entire throat.

“Oh fuck,” he sighs. “Look at you take it all like a practiced whore.”

He pulls out slowly, torturously calculated and measured, before he’s slamming his length back into your throat and starting a pace.

Your mouth becomes a simple vessel for him and his pleasure. You tuck your teeth in as best as you can as he fucks your throat, cheeks hollowing as you attempt to tighten the space in your mouth, and lave your tongue over any inch of his cock you can find.  

He keeps his hand on your head, grip tightening steadily on your hair.  

“Shit,” he puffs a breath. “Best fucking cocksleeve.”

His head tips back as he enjoys the slurping, sloppy sounds your mouth is making. Saliva is sliding down the corners of your mouth where it gathers and drips to the wet marble floor below.  

Jin delights in the way you submit to him. He feels powerful, feels like a god. He loves you, every single aspect of you in the bedroom and outside of it. And he absolutely loves it when you’re on your knees, begging like a good girl. So good for him, even when you fuck up.

He peers back down at you, pushing more hair out of your face tenderly while he fucks your willing mouth.

“Mm, this is where you belong, isn’t it? This is what this hot little mouth is meant for.”

He punctuates his sentences with quicker, rougher snaps of his hips that force his cock to the very back of your throat. Your eyes spill over with tears and your throat tightens in reaction, squeezing the head of Jin’s cock.

“Ah, fuck yes, choke on it.”

He’s absolutely enamored by the way you work harder, mouth bobbing along with his thrusts.  You get off on this just as much as he does—you love to be degraded and treated like a whore in the bedroom while he treats you like the queen you are outside of it.

His queen, bowing in front of him to give him pleasure through her submission.

It’s one of the many reasons he loves you so fucking much.

He can feel his stomach tightening, core clenching as his orgasm builds. Simply watching your tears, mixed with the shower water slip down your face has his balls and heart yearning.

“You ready to swallow my cum, doll?” He asks, fully knowing the answer.  

Your impossibly beautiful and big eyes widen even further and Jin stifles a groan at the sight of you, the definition of submission personified. 

“Mm, I know you are.” He pumps harder into your gaping mouth, groaning at how wet and hot it is despite your aching jaw. “You love swallowing cum. It’s your favorite meal of the day.”

He’s gritting his teeth as his orgasm becomes more and more apparent and you bob your head earnestly to bring him off. You easily accommodate him without your hands, and he swells with pride at how good you are for him.

“That’s my perfect little slut,” he grits. He’s staving off the orgasm as long as he can, wants to soak in every moment of you gagging on his length. 

Your hand seeks purchase on Jin’s thick thighs, holding on for balance as your head bobs quickly and your throat works overtime to accommodate his length. Another quick glance up to him is all it takes for him to fall to pieces. He can never resist the way you look at him with a mouth full of cock.

His cock pulses with each groan and you whine cutely as he fills your mouth with his seed. You slow your movements and stay put, staring at him as his cock twitches.

He gently pulls his spent cock from your lips, panting as he attempts to right himself.

“Open up,” he demands in a gentle voice.

You’re compliant—mouth opening to display Seokjin’s thick cum pooled on your tongue. It makes him grin. 

“Nasty,” he winks. “Swallow, my love.” 

He rests a hand on your throat, wants to feel as you swallow his seed down. It makes his cock twitch back to life, ready to go again and again. It doesn’t matter how long he’s been married to you—he’ll always find the stamina for a round two.

“Are you ready to discuss what happened today?”

Jin holds out his hand for you, which you take gratefully to stand up inside the shower.

“Yes, please.”

Jin wraps his arms around you and pulls you under the spray of the shower. He places gentle and soft kisses up and down your neck as his hands slither up and down your wet body.

“What’s the date today?” He whispers as he kisses the shell of your ear.

“It’s the eighth--,” you start, before your eyes wide. “Oh, my god.”

He smiles and pulls back to look into your eyes.

“It is the eighth, yes, and?”

“It’s our wedding anniversary.”

Your heart sinks. In the hustle and bustle of the day, it slipped from your mind of your anniversary. He had planned an entire evening to spend together, and you had forgotten all about it, abandoned the plans for a night at the gym.

“Oh, my god, Jin, I am so sorry. I totally forgot.”

Jin kisses at your face, cupping your cheeks with his hands.

“Baby, it's okay,” he assures as he kisses your shower-slick lips. “I’m not mad. The steaks are a little cold, but…”

You cling harder to your husband. 

“God, I’m an idiot. I owe you!”

He chuckles in your ear as he wraps his arms tight around you. Anniversary or not, Seokjin is in love with you. And he can forgive a simple mistake. Especially when you make up for it so sweetly.

“You’re not an idiot, baby. You can show me how sorry you are tonight when you’re tied up to the bed and taking my cock, hm?”

You lick your lips, already excited for the delicious punishments Jin must have planned for you.

“I love you,” you murmur, standing on tip-toes to press another kiss to his full lips.

“Mmm, and I love you,” he replies. “And you’re going to be good for me tonight, aren’t you baby?”

Jin is turning off the shower as you nod.

He gathers a towel and steps out, drying every inch of your body before guiding you to the bedroom.

“Show me.”

© ppersonna - 2021 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author. 

[highstwildflower]

Highly

A/n: this is really long I’m sorry!😂

Words: 2000 ca.

The cloud that erupted from your lips vanished into thin air, reminding you of the man who used to fan the smoke away from his reach. Now the spot next to you was empty, no one was complaining and no one was bugging you about being unhealthy. The thick joint was pressed between your lips once again, sucking the poison into your lungs. The relaxing plant infected your system and everything slowed down. The stars swimming above you dripped into the moon that was filled to the brim. You finished the joint, leaning back with a heart that was aching. Moving around you found the position that allowed your heavy heart some rest, your phone was out of reach and you were too lazy to retrieve it. You wanted to shoot him a text tho, telling him all the words he never got to hear.

Instead you lay there, images burning behind closed eyes. Images of his green forrest eyes that disappeared when his laughter erupted, how you would kill to hear that laugh again. The feeling of  the vibration through his chest as he sung you a new tune. How he used to look at you, eyes searching for inspiration and the look in them the second he found it. Being his muse had been the greatest achievement of your life. Your favorite memory was from the frosty night in December only five moths prior, ditching a party the two of you had ventured off into the night. He had held you close when you arrived at your shared home, bodies moving in sync, the rhythm you fell into in the bed had been steady and slow. Intimate love making till dawn. Your bodies not craving sleep, instead you had moved to the patio. His large body had been pressed firmly against the lounge couch and he had pulled you against him. Limbs draped over each other's and low voices filling the air with words of adoration. The conversation following the flow of the wind, the chilly morning offering you an excuse to snuggle closer to your love. He had happily accepted the closeness, and soon series of laughter had erupted into the slow morning. Just the two of you, bodies pressed together and love flowing freely.

You mind had turned off to the memory of him, and next thing you knew you woke up in your lonely bed. It had never felt so big when Michael had been taking up half of it. The empty room taunting you and the long halls hunting the memories that was made here away. As days fell into night and night turned into days your speckle off hope had vanished. The hope of feeling his body once more, his lips on yours and his voice rumbling against your skins. Instead you tugged away your emotions everyday walking through life as someone else, and only allowing the emotions to take over at night. Most nights your mind raced to the loving memories, but some nights it was the burning memories of pain the pressed into your head.

Dating Michael had been fun and easy, when he asked you to build a home with him you had been ecstatic. Slowly reality dawned on you, the rockstar lifestyle being far away from the life you wished to led. His drinking turned into situations that was hurtful, a large number of girls pressing on. Wishing to enter your relationship, you begging him to change every night when he would stumble through the door.

The last time you saw him stung in the back of your mind. Just mere hours after you had told him that he had to stop with the excessive amount of alcohol and he has kissed you with a promise of doing better. You were fuming when you heard him fumbling with the front door, the creaking of the door setting you completely off. With steam clouding your mind you had entered the entrance and he had shot you a short smile. As he came close the words that left his mouth dragged your breath away, leaving your body defenseless "I though you were out with us? Who was the girl I kissed than?" He carelessly moved through your house towards the bedroom. Tears drawing pathways down your cheeks and hiccups threatening to spill passed your lips. You stayed up all night, waiting for him to sober up. Every minute of the night was spent considering the conversation of tomorrow. When he was clear in his head, he yelled out for you, his words bouncing of the walls. Your fragile body towering over him, and your voice anything but fragile. He was shunned from the house, leaving in a hurry as you yelled out your pain. Months passed where you awaited his next move, silently hoping that he would beg for you to forgive him. Instead you got nothing.  His stuff was still where he left them except from his guitars. And you knew everything but his guitars was replaceable. When Calum had turned up at your door with a sorrowful painted across his face you knew he was there to pick them up. It hurt every time you glanced at the empty room having yet to entered it, dust was covering the corners and slowly tugging the room into a dull forgotten memory.

Your high ponytail was swinging from side to side as you strutted down the sidewalk. The pep in your steps were just a reminded to yourself that you had the power to move on. When you spotted him at your favorite coffee shop, your steps came to a halt. His eyes meet yours long before yours meet his. He saw you and froze. Your smile telling him that you were doing good but your eyes spilling your secret. Awkwardly you walked over to him "hi stranger" your voice was a pitch higher than usual and you mentally scolded yourself for the preppy outburst. His voice was darker than you remembered but the impact of his words stronger than you expected "Hi. How are you?" The concentration on your face told him that you were trying your best to stay cool "I'm good , yeah very good. What about you?" The forced smile made his heart ache and his guards grow weaker. "Im glad you are doing good y/n. Im getting through day by day. 4 months sober yesterday" His voice grew with pride as he told you about his sobriety, and his smile grew even larger as he saw the proud look on your face. Without thinking twice you leaped into his arms, hugging him tightly against yourself "Im so proud of you Micky." Your cheeks grew red as you realized that this wasn't what was normal for you to do anymore. The break up meant that you had to sacrifice being close to him and just watch his life from afar. You knew he was sober, his instagram had told you so. But to hear the words leave his mouth made you ache with pride. When he felt you draw back he pulled you into himself again, not ready to let you slide through his fingers once more. Your smell was filling his nostrils and he wanted to keep you wrapped in his arms forever. When he let go of your body, you stumbled back and took him in. He looked better than ever, more fit and more alive. The silence laid as a blanket making the air hot and thick and just as you were about to say your byes he spoke up "Do you wanna catch up some day? maybe drink a cup of coffee?" you smiled shyly at him, and the fact that he had cheated on you was forgotten, "Yeah I would like that." Just like that you had a date with him, your body felt like yours for the first time in months and the pep in your step were no longer forced.

The knock at your door alerted you that he had arrived. You opened the door and smiled at him a laugh followed shortly behind "Quite weird having you knocking on your own door" he smiled back at you before he spoke "Thats ok, you look absolutely beautiful love" he handed you the flowers in his hand and you felt oddly embarrassed, such gestures never fell naturally to Michael. More a man of words he would praise you, shower you in physical affection but stray away from gifts. The ride in his car was longer than you remembered it, the small drops of sweat that was collecting at Michaels hairline let you know that you weren't alone with the crippling feeling of anxiety that started to form the second you woke up. His hands were both clutched to the steering wheel and as he turned into the coffee shop your stomach turned with anticipation. "I was thinking we could do to go? And then go to our spot?" You smiled at his idea, that he remembered how much you enjoined your spot.

The car came to a halt at the empty parking spot. Michael was quick to climb out of the car and open your door for you. Slowly you made your way towards the spot. Surrounded by nature you felt your breath become easier. The large stones that leaned against each other offered a place to take a seat. He came prepared with a blanket and a packed picking. Like so many times before you took place next to each other, the still warm air clinging to both your bodies as the sun continued it's decent. The ocean reached the stones and splashes were sent into the sky. His legs rested and made contact with the firmness of your other thigh. Slow conversation filled the space between you and drew you closer. Coffee was sipped and sandwiches shared. The sun came into contact with the ocean and Michael dived into the cruel conversation that was awaiting you. His body turned to yours "I'm sorry" his words were low but you heard him, your eyes meet and you signaled for him to go on. He took deep breaths of fresh air, worried that his fragile words wouldn't be enough "I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I've realized that I was so far out of line. All my decisions fell back onto you. And I'm awfully sorry about kissing another woman. You are truly the only one for me. I understand if you aren't interested in being with me ever again, but I've changed y/n. I'm still working on myself, but you are my motivation every single day and I want to make it up to you." You mind was clouded by his words, the mentioning of his infidelity was like salt in wounds but you wanted to give him a chance. "Yeah you sucked" you tried to lighten the mood but you both knew that, that was a light way to put it. You continued while gripping his hand " I want to be with you Mickey. But it is definitely going to be difficult for me to trust you" you smiled a careful smile at him and he moved even closer, desperate to feel you. His hand moved to your face as he silently asked for your permission to press his lips against yours. You nodded your head, eager to feel the movement. The world stood still, birds chirping became louder and the intensity of the small gesture made you dizzy. Michael was right there with you, you soft lips sending him into a feeling of ecstasy.

Silent promise between lovers who had been torn apart filled the now colder air. Sun kissing the ocean and dancing in warm colors. Pulling one another closer, and thinking of each other highly.

[unlikelymilkshakedream]

A/n: Hello! Here is part 3 for the Charlie Weasley fic I promised. Sorry this took so long. I promised angst, so I'm giving it. Hope you enjoy!

Another day, another exam, or so it seemed that way at Hogwarts. As May came to a close, and June starts, your O.W.L.s were giving you more stress than you had ever felt. Your future was on the line if you didn't do well with your exams.

Not only were your exams crushing you, your relationship had been rocky for a couple of months. After the valentines day dance with your date, Charlie Weasley, nothing could have made your life better. You were dating your best friend, all of your friends supported you, and you had no tests coming up. In other words, very different from your life currently.

You were still technically dating your best friend, but from long classes and homework that came with them, to Charlie's quiditch practices lasting forever in hopes of winning the house cup, you hadn't had time to spend a moment alone together in what felt like years.

Your friends would always be there for you and you knew that, you cared about them with your whole heart and knew they felt the same way, but they had their own exams and futures just as you did. You would never ask them for anything because you didn't want to be a burden.

And of course, your exams. Your dreams of becoming a curse breaker were very important to you. You wanted nothing more than to help people, on top of finding your brother and protecting hogwarts. You were a natural curse breaker so it only makes sense that you would pursue your passion. However, if you wanted to do that, you needed to not only pass your exams, but exceed the expectations.

With that responsibility came nights on end in the library, studying, preparing and hoping that it would all work out. Your exams, finding your brother, hell, even your relationship with Charlie. You knew how rocky it was and you were devastated by that, but you knew if you two truly wanted to, it would work out, or so you hoped.

So, another night in the library, was your fate. You wanted to be with Charlie, but you knew he had quiditch practice, and you had a potions exam in the morning that you weren't ready for. As you flipped through your book, trying to soak up as much information as you could, you didn't notice a certain redhead sneak behind you.

"Hey baby," you felt the hot breathe on your neck and jumped more than out of your skin.

"Blimey Charlie, you scared me." He chuckled as he pulled a chair beside you.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see you after practice, and I haven't seen you all weekend." He smiled at you, which you couldn't help but smile back.

"I know, its just tomorrow starts like the most stressful week of the year. If I don't do well on my exams, my future can be forgotten. Speaking of, I am not ready for potions tomorrow, hence why I'm here." You smiled as you looked back towards your book.

"Hey, you're gonna do great on your exam because you are great, and smart, and beautiful," Charlie said as you rolled your eyes and laughed. "Its just we haven't seen each other in a while, thought i could keep you company." You sighed.

"Look, I know we haven't been the most talkative lately, but what exactly do you want me to say, you know how important this is to me." He put his hand on yours.

"I know, I get it baby, I do, and after this week, we're gonna celebrate." He said with the biggest grin on his face. Suddenly, Madame Pince came around the corner with the dirtiest look on her face.

"Shh!" You smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry Madam-"

"Shh!!!" You sighed as she walked away. You turned back to charlie.

"You better go, I have to study and don't wanna get kicked out." You smiled at him.

"Okay, but I meant what I said about celebrating." He smiled hugley. You returned the smile, only a fraction of what he had given you. That made his smile falter and eventually he turned and walked back to his dorm.

Eventually you had to except the time as 11pm rolled around and Madam Pince kicked you out of the library. You took the book along with all your other stuff and headed towards your common room.

Once you were in, you sat down near the fireplace and opened your potions book once again, flipping to the section about dragon livers and how they were hard to get.

Eventually, you heard the clock strike 2am and had to call it a night. As you closed your booka nd sat back, looking into the fire, you thought of your life as a cursebreaker, how great it would be, how much you wanted to do it, and what you were willing to do to achieve that goal.

As you stood up and headed towards the stairwell, your way was blocked by charlie, the last person you expected to see, especially at this hour.

"Hey, what're you doing up?" Charlie asked groggy.

"I could ask you the same thing. I was just going to bed." You said as you pushed past him and climbed the stairs. He followed you up.

"I thought you'd be up, I was just checking on you." You turned around as you got to the last step before your dorm and smiled.

"Thats sweet, but go back to bed. Goodnight." You leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, then headed into your dorm, falling on your bed and instantly falling asleep.

The next morning, you woke at around 8. Shit. You were late. You quickly got up and dressed faster than ever and ran to the dungeons. You mad either to class just in time, not eating or anything.

"Well, well, Ms. Brooks, you have decided to grace us with your presence, how considerate." Snape sneered at you as you walked to your seat beside Rowan, breathing heavily, across the room, you saw Charlie looking worriedly at you, which was the last thing you wanted in that moment.

Once your potion exam was finished, you walked out of the room, feeling exhausted and like you failed. You started walking to your next exam, which was charms, the easiest of your exams. Soon enough a certain redhead caught up with you.

"Hey, y/n, why were you late today?" You turned to him.

"I over slept, which I dont do, so I didn't realize at which point I had to sprint to make it, which I didnt." You sighed tired lying. "Why?"

"Just wondering, I missed you at breakfast. Did you eat anything?" You smiled softly.

"No, I haven't but its fine, look i have to go to charms and I really don't wanna be late again, see you." Without another word from either of you, you walked away to charms.

At charms, you felt most confident of all classes, which honestly wasn't saying a lot. You finished your exam pretty easily and walked to the great hall, intending on studying until your Defense Against the Dark Arts exam in an hour. Once the clock struck the time to take your next exam, you left the great hall.

Once you reached DADA, you walked in with Tulip and took your seat. You should feel bad, but you just were so glad charlie wasn't there, staring at you like a sorry case. He meant well and you knew it but you just wanted space.

As you finished your final exam of the day, you headed to the library, studying for transfigurations next. When you reached the library, unfortunately you fell into the same pattern as the previous night, except this time no charlie.

When the clock struck midnight, you went to the dorm room and headed straight for bed, not bothering to study anymore. Once your head hit the pillow, you were out.

When you woke up the next morning, the sun was shining into your window nicely. It was a good way to wake up honestly. You say up and saw Rowan asleep. You figured you had a few minutes before breakfast so you got up and got dressed.

You and Rowan walked to breakfast while revising your transfiguration knowledge. You didn't feel as bad about it as potions but you also didn't feel as great about it as charms. Walking into the great hall, you found Charlie sitting with his younger brothers. You knew you had to go sit with him.

"Hey y/n, how'd you sleep?" Charlie asked as he saw you sit next to him and his brothers giggled at him, to which he sent a dirty look.

"Um, not the best but ye know. Its whatever." As you sat down you ate the blandest breakfast ever, granola and coffee, it would just have to do for today.

"Are you guys ready for the big game tomorrow night?" Fred asked the table. You looked at him with a confused expression whereas everyone else seemed to understand.

"What game fred?" He turned to you.

"Uh, the house cup game, we are so gonna kick hufflepuffs ass." Ah.

"Right, good luck." Charlie turned to you.

"You'll come right love? What me win?" You smiled as you sipped your coffee.

"Uh yeah, maybe, I might have to study for History of magic but we'll see." Charlie stopped.

"Y/n, you can't miss the game, its only the biggest game of the year. Please come." Ugh when he gave you those puppy dog eyes, you knew you were done for.

"Okay, yes I will go, of course I will." You smiled and kissed his cheek.

As breakfast finished and you and Rowan made your way to transfiguration, you felt confident in the upcoming essay. Going over info with Rowan definitely helped.

Once you were finished with the exam, you went to the great hall, being assigned twenty five inches of parchment for the second half of the exam was not ideal. You were stressed out, but at least you only had care of magical creatures left for the day, something you were sure you'd excel in thanks to charlie.

As you walked down the grounds for your exam, you felt very confident that you'd do well. Your confidence was correctly placed as you walked to the common room to start on you parchment for transfiguration, doing very well on your exam in care of magical creatures.

The real problems didn't start until the following day, charlies big game was today and you hadn't made a dent in your parchment, due to not being able to focus and eventually falling asleep far earlier than you would have liked. Today you had exams in astronomy, history of magic and a regular potions class. You were extremely busy today, it didn't help you woke up 20 minutes before your exam in astronomy so you had to sprint once again to be on time.

Once you were seated in astronomy, your exam begun and you didnt feel very confident. You gave it your all and after about 75 minutes, you were done. You walked out and saw your boyfriend charlie who lit up when he saw you. You walked over to him with a small smile on your face.

"Hey babe, whats up?" You asked him.

"Not much now that your hear, just nervous for later." You looked at his smiling face confused.

"Later?" His smile dropped. You had forgotten about the quitditch match.

"The match that determines who wins the house cup? I thought you were coming, its really important to me." Shit. Right, yeah of course you would go.

"Right, of course I will be there, sorry I'm just tired you know how it is. I will be there, but right now I have to go to potions, ill see you later." Damn, how had you forgotten?

Potions seemed to last forever as Snape lectured on Beatle brains, you swore you were going to die of boredom, all you wanted to do was study for history of magic.

When class was finally dismissed, you headed straight for the library, not having your final exam for an hour and a half. When you sat down in the library, you immediately fell into studying, the time slipping by quickly until it was time to go to your exam.

Arriving to your exam, you set your things down and got ready for it, feeling confident as you had spent a lot of time studying for this. You finished your exam in 65 minutes and headed to the great hall, feeling hungry.

When you got to the great hall and saw what was happening inside, all hunger left your body.

Shit.

Inside, Gryffindor students were celebrating the win of the house cup, you had forgotten the game. You walked in to the great hall and saw Charlie, held up by his teammates above everyone like a king. You smiled at how happy he looked, but when he saw you, its like every drop of happiness was taken from him and you felt your heart break.

Charlie told his team mates to let him down which they did as he made his way over to you, looking hurt and disappointed. You couldn't do much besides stand there and look at him sheepishly.

"Y/n, why didn't you come to the game, you knew how important it was to me and how much I could have used your support." He said loudly, causing those near you to look on at the conversation.

"Charlie, can we go in the hallway?" He looked pissed but didn't object. Once you were away from everyone, you turned to him.

"Charlie, I am so sorry I didn't go to your game, I was in the library studying and the time just got away from me and before I knew it I had to go to my exam and I completely forgot l. I'm so sorry. But you won anyway so you didn't need me at all, cause your just that good." You said with a smile, trying to defuse his anger. It didn't work.

"Y/n, that's not the point, you said you would be there and I wanted you there. You didn't need to study for your exam, you've been studying all week, this is all I asked of you and you couldn't even give me this." As he finished, you felt sorrow drain and anger rise.

"What exactly do you mean I didnt need to study for my exam? I have been studying all week, unlike you, because I care about getting good grades. You know how badly I need to do on my exams to have a future! I didnt go to your match, because I wanted to make sure I did well. I apologized but now your being irrational." He scoffed.

"Irrational? I asked one thing of you, I asked you to attend a quiditch match to support your boyfriend, but apparently if it doesn't benefit you, it doesn't matter, huh is that it?" You were now fully screaming at each other, thank god the hallway was deserted.

"Are you serious? You know maybe if you cared more about your future and grades like I do, you would see where I'm coming from, but all you care about is a God damn match and dragons! No wonder we've been like this for months. You say im selfish, I've done everything for you. I miss one thing and the worlds over to you." Charlie turned away and scoffed.

"You're right, we have been like this for a long time, because we just don't work anymore." You froze. "Y/n, you can't even support your own boyfriend, you care more about tests than anything, this clearly isn't working." You looked at him while a tear rolled down your cheek, which you quickly wiped away. You didn't want to break up with Charlie, God no. But he didn't seem to want to stay together.

"Charlie, it's not like that, you know how stressed I've been, I'm sorry I didn't come to your game, I truly meant to go. I care a lot about my future, but you don't and thats not on me. You can't put this on me, its not just the match, you've been like this ever since the dance, its not only me." More tears rolled down your cheeks as one slid out from his eye.

"Y/n, this just isn't working, I'm sorry." No, God no please.

"Charlie, no, please, don't do this. I swear I-" he cut you off.

"I'm sorry, its already done." He turned and walked away, leaving you standing alone in an empty corridor, feeling your heart leaving your soul. You don't know how it happened, you don't know where it went wrong. Was it truly the match? Or was it ever since the day of the dance? Did he even ever like you?

As you stood in that corridor, you felt cold, you felt like you soul left you. You watched him walk away and eventually out of eyesight, thinking about how you would never feel his kiss again, never feel the comfort of his embrace, never feel his love again.

You didn't want this, God no, but your gut told you it had to happen, you just wish it didn't hurt this much. As you wrapped your arms around yourself and sank to the floor with tears on your face, you felt nothing but hollow, wishing the presence of charlie was still there. Wishing he could hold you and tell you he loved you again, as you loved him still.

You didn't know how you were going to go on without him, but you knew one thing for sure, the last thing you cared about was your fucking grades, because you just lost the best thing in your life.

A/n: okay, sorry this took so long, I suck i know! Im sorry this was shitty, I will try to finish the series relatively soon, there will be 2 more parts. I hope you like it, thanks for reading!

[powerosewaterpuff]

yk so i was watching bmw (boy meets world :) ) while procrastinating an essay so oF COURSE i decided to write some more of my reverse robin au (that pertains to jason being the oldest of the batkids w/ him and dick growing up together) except fLUFF bc i cannot handle angst rn (oR cOulD I wE wiLL nEvER kNoWwwW)

oh and disclaimer there may be several medical inaccuracies so please feel free to correct me :)

jason often gets night terrors, ones that can get particularly awful when bruce goes on an overnight business trip. so one night bruce is in new york after being forced into it by lucius, with dick being adopted for some time now. dick was awake because he was having trouble sleeping, for no real particular reason in all honesty. he heard a short yell though, coming from the room next to him and he dashed over, tripping over his blanket and still gripping zitka tightly. he knew that he wasn’t supposed to fight yet, but he doesn’t really think about that as he yanked jason’s door open.

he then saw his brother laying on his side, turning back and forth, breathing heavily looking so visibly pained it was hurting dick. he rushed over to jason, his eyes darting around because he just didn’t know what to do. taking his chances he tapped jason’s shoulder gently, and he already felt like it wasn’t the right move but he sucked it up and tried again, only this time to some result. jason shot up, gripping on tightly to dick’s arm, his eyes hazy and unfocused and his chest heaving.

dick remained still, only slowly trying to push jason off of him and back into his bed. jason’s grip didn’t let but he laid back in bed, squeezing his eyes tightly as if he was trying to push away everything he had just witnessed. dick took this as an initiative to gently climb into bed, as jason fell back into a less violent but equally as stressful sleep. he placed zitka next to jason, who still hasn’t let go of his arm, and awkwardly sat up in bed, almost acting as a protector. slowly, dick began to doze off, feeling a lot more comforted in his brothers prescence then he had been in his own room.

jason on the other hand, doesn’t remember much of that night, as he rarely fully remembers any of his night terrors (only the scars they leave behind), but when he wakes up at the ass crack of dawn with a few fragments of something he would prefer not to remember, he puts it together rather quickly. he guessed it would happen, and he could’ve told bruce and he knew the guy would drop anything in a heartbeat, but that pissed him off, more so then it justifiably should. he wasn’t a child and he hadn’t been a child for a long fucking time, and it was stupid that he couldn’t deal with a single night without bruce. jason then turned onto his side, disgruntled with a new found rage directed at himself that he might take out on someone else, when he found dick, sleeping at an awkward position.

he was leaning on the headboard, but was slumped down and drooling a bit, which would have been hilarious blackmail material on any other given day. but today, jason felt a pit in his stomach. the only rational thought that his mind could conjure in its fear muddled frenzy was please tell me i didn’t hurt dick, pleasepleasepleaseplease. he quickly checked over dick’s face, cupping his checks and looking for any signs of a bruise. he had given bruce a particularly nasty one earlier in his tenure at the manor, after bruce attempted to restrain him while he was having a night terror so he could avoid hurting himself, instead jason kicked him in the jaw. he even felt bad about it the next day, which was an odd surprise for him at the time.

after checking over dick hasilty, he could see he wasn’t all that hurt, even though if he looked hard enough he could see inklings of nail shaped markings in dick’s right arm just under his shirt sleeve. jason felt a bit of bile rising up, as he gently shifted dick into a better sleeping position, and pulled the blanket up to his chin and slipped a pillow underneath him. dick opened his bleary eyes, mumbling jason’s name in question, and squinting his eyes. jason rolled his eyes but nodded, “yeah, it’s me. now sleep–why’re you shaking yer head? you don’ wanna sleep? too bad.” jason pressed another pillow onto the side of dicks face in a teasing attempt to smother him to sleep, but dick only proceeded to giggle, and snuggle closer to jason, who had sat up already. jason tossed the pillow to the side after a few seconds of play fighting, dick was going to be too sleepy to remember this break in the ‘teasing older brother’ façade. so, he ran his hand through his little brothers hair and laid back down, tracing soft circles into dick’s scalp absentmindedly. and feeling a rush of gratitude that bruce had brought this little circus boy into his life. he really didn’t know what he would do without his little brother. (needless to say, dick became a constant comforter in jason’s night terrors).

jason blames dick for everything. if a vase got knocked over, it was a dick. if the tv wasn’t working, dick had been playing with the satellite. if his phone was missing, dick stole it to play games. if his sweater had a stain, you better bet it was dick. the boy in question, of course, adamantly denies these facts and does have a way of persuading bruce (he is the golden child after all, jason could testify to that), but bruce also knows both of his boys are annoyingly good liars. so every incident is treated like a little miniature crime scene, and it never fails to make jason howl in laughter at dick explaining how he couldn’t have possibly used up jason’s shampoo because he has his own washroom with his own shampoo and so w h y jason w h y would i steal your shampoo. (jason’s usual response is a deadpanned ‘why wouldn’t you’, and that just gives bruce another headache as the two bicker on and on and on.)

the pair of them usually go biking together, and it’s usually quite tranquil to start. until dick makes a sly comment that jason’s old bones must be so tired from cycling, so why not take a break? jason snide reponse is how the fuck are you touching the pedals with your stubby ass legs. that’s really all it takes for them to delve into a full on biking race. it never really ends well, but the two always come out rolling in laughter so whose to complain.

dick thinks real housewives of beverly hills is better then new jersey, and jason is adamant that new jersey is superior in every shape and way. the two agree that atlanta is the absolute winner no matter what though.

jason is dick’s english tutor. and it’s safe to say that it’s an experience. dick already knew a fair amount of english growing up, his father had been a wonderful teacher but it wasn’t exactly up to gotham academy standards apparently (jason knew the feeling) and his accent was still quite prevalent to have him be considered an esl kid, so jason ended up being his tutor once dick started going to english class at school and after his time with an esl instructor. jason, who has an untapped passion for literature that not many can match, is absolutely dedicated to teaching dick, because fuck man this is genius! genius, dick! and dick isn’t exactly a fan, but he does secretly think jason should be a teacher, he’s better then any of the teachers he’s had that’s for sure (his father would’ve really loved jason too, that was also for sure). and dick is considering buying him a little briefcase with his little initials on it. ((it happens, and jason tries really really hard not to cry))

bruce is absolutely that parent that secretly takes pictures of every single moment possible. he isn’t a photographer, in any sense, but he likes to capture natural moments, and he has a series of pictures dedicated to the one trip him and the boys took to Barbados where he started this habit. he wasn’t and still isn’t a big fan of beaches, they’re hot, crowded and just too much for bruce to feel any kind of comfortable in. he remembers sitting under a floppy beach umbrella, feeling the knot in his chest sit heavily on his heart, fire ants scurrying across the underlining of his skin, burning under the side stares of those passing by. it wasn’t until he caught a glimpse of dick riding on jason’s little shoulders, as they trotted around waist deep in the clear ocean water, that the fist squeezing his heart like the rotten fruit it was began to ease. he glanced down at the camera that alfred had subtly slipped into their bag after dicks insistence, and lifted it up to fiddle with it slightly. then raised it up to take a swift picture. capturing jason mid laughter as he leaned back, in a joking attempt to shake dick off who was in the middle of a yelp but had entrenched his hands in jason’s mop of curly hair. it was hilarious imperfect, but bruce would not want it any other way. not at all.

(jason found it once. he saw the picture at the corner of his eye sitting by the keyboard of the ‘Batcomputer’ ((dick was so shitty with names, thank god he didn’t come up with flippy man as his code name )), and he hesitated for a moment before hastily grabbing it. examining it with an unexpected amount of gentleness, he rubbed his thumb against the glass above dick’s hands in his hair and felt something snake around his heart. slowly and methodically seeping into it until he felt like he couldn’t fucking breathe. then he heard damian trotting down the stairs as he explained the details of his anthropology class to dick who was hopping down behind him. jason shoves the picture back and grits his teeth together to ignore the sting that was absolutely not in his eyes)

aAAAND THATS ALL!! i’ve had these in my notes for a while so it’s relief to get them out there hehe so i really hope y’all enjoy ive legit been falling in love with this reverse au bC THERE IS SO MUCH POTENTIAL U G H IVE NEVER BEEN EXCITED TO WRITE SHIT UNTIL NOW SO Y A Y FOR INSPIRATION

Y A Y :)

[castiel-barnes]

Sanctuary. Part 1.

The Mandalorian and The Jedi. Chapter 2.

Pairing: Mandalorian x Jedi! Reader.

Summary: After escaping the stormtroopers and the guild on Nevarro, Din Djarin, the Jedi and the child land on a quiet planet for sanctuary.

Warning: Angst. A little fluff. Little bit of fighting.

Wordcount: 4.1k

A/N: Yay! Second chapter. Thank you everyone who liked the 1st chapter im glad you liked it. This is gonna be a long ass chapter. This is so long I'm gonna make this chapter in multiple parts.

Previous chapter: Chapter 1.

Masterlist.

Tags: @phoenixhalliwell @scribbledghost @farfromjustordinary @ginger-swag-rapunzel

You awoke a while later, the hum of the Razor Crest providing white noise for you as you slept. Sitting up, you groaned as every muscle in your body ached. Remembering what happened you placed your hand up to your bandaged eye, and hissed as it was still rather sensitive.

Getting up off the cot, you grabbed the wall to steady yourself. Walking over to the ladder leading up to the cockpit, you winced as you forced yourself up.

"Mando?" You asked cautiously hearing a coo from the child,

"How are you feeling?" He replied turning in the pilot chair towards you.

"Like I just got charged by a bantha." You said quietly sitting down in one of the co-pilot chair opposite the child. Din chuckled at the statement.

'Mando just laughed!? That was... weird and nice?' You thought to yourself.

"Do you want me to check your eye?" Din asked,

"Will you? Please." You replied. Din stood up and went down the ladder to get the first aid kit that he used on you. Coming back up the ladder, he placed the first aid kit on the consol and pulled off his gloves. You observed that his skin was bronze coloured, a few scars here and there and a small bullseye tattoo on his left hand.

As he removed the bandage from your eye, he was glad that you couldn't see his face as he grimaced. The scar looked angry and red, although it looked a lot better than it did when he found you unconscious.

"Do you wanna try opening your eye?" Din asked,

"Yeah." You replied, you fluttered your eye open a little and you winced. You furrowed your brows confused "mando why can't I see? Why can't I see out of this eye?" You continued frantically. Din grabbed your shoulders gently and kneeled down in front of you.

"Hey! Hey calm down. It's ok. Whatever caused that cut, must have damaged your eye enough to blind you in that eye." He replied calming you down a bit. Din sat back in his chair and packed away the first aid kit, whilst you stayed quiet holding the kid.

"It was my own lightsaber." You stated quietly,

"What?" Din asked turning to look at you.

"It was my own lightsaber that caused this" you replied gesturing vaguely to your left eye. "The stormtrooper who was guarding me, threatened me with it when there was like an explosion in the building and he lost balance and the saber jolted." You continued quietly, stroking Grogu's ears gently.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know they were going to do that to you." Din replied looking out the window,

"It's ok, you only done what you thought was right and to get credits to survive." You stated looking at him.

Getting up, you sat grogu in your seat and went to the refresher that was near the cot. Finding a small mirror in the corner of the refresher, you finally got a look at your eye. The scar was angry, red and a bit jagged from where the lightsaber jolted it, and your eye itself a white haze glazed over it. You let out a shaky sigh and showered getting all of the grime, blood and sweat off of your body.

A while later you were once again in the cockpit with Din, but the child was being fussy and wouldn't go to sleep.

"Grogu you have to sleep buddy, you'll be grumpy later and you know it." You stated gently rocking him. Din looked at you slightly, and saw how peaceful you looked with Grogu in your arms. Slowly but surely, Grogus eyes and ears started to droop lower and lower until soft even breathes filled the cockpit.

You laid Grogu down in one of the cots, until you could fix his floating pram again. Sitting back down in the co-pilot seat, the two of sat in silence for a while.

"What was your jedi training like?" Din asked you,

"It was ok, it was a lot of meditation, lightsaber duelling or with training droids mostly. A lot of meditation, although I was just starting my training to be selected as a padawan for one of the masters before order 66 happened." You replied looking out the window again.

"Do you still meditate?" Din asked looking at you properly,

"Yes, it helps clear my mind. Helps calm me sometimes and get answers to problems. What was your training like?" You stated looking back at Din.

"Different to yours thats for sure. I swore the creed when I was a youngling after the mandalorians saved me. Most of the training was sparring, how to fire blasters, stuff like that." Din replied,

"So no one has seen your face in years?" You asked. Din shook his head and replied with a quietly,

"No. Get some sleep okay? It's gonna be a while before we're on another planet." Din stated.

"I will. I'm alright for the moment. You need sleep too mando, can't have you on no sleep." You replied, "if we pick a planet or a system, I can keep an eye on everything in hyperspace while you sleep." You continued. Din was quiet for a moment. Hesitant.

"Ok. I was looking at a planet when you was asleep earlier. Sorgan. Low population, not much civilisation there. I think it'll be alright for us there for a while." Din replied,

"Alright, do what you need to do. I'll come get you if there are any problems." You stated reassuring him. Din nodded and punched in the coordinates, then got all of you into hyperspace. He walked off and climbed into one of the cots to finally get some sleep.

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The Razor Crest was about 5 minutes away from dropping out of hyperspace into the skies above Sorgan. Lightly knocking on the door to the cot where Mando was sleeping, you heard a slight hum to acknowledge that you were there.

“Mando, we’re about to drop out of hyperspace. We’ll be at Sorgan soon.” You stated,

“M’kay I’ll be out in a minute.” He replied with a rough sounding voice. As if he heard your wakeup call for Din, Grogu started to wake up slowly. You walked over to him and smiled as you picked him up. 

“Hey buddy did you sleep okay?” You asked him, he smiled and cooed at you grabbing onto your robes and snuggling into you. You were glad that you were stopping off at a planet, because you needed to get sewing supplies to be able to mend your robes. You winced a little as Grogu shuffled against you and jabbed you in the ribs which were still painful. But instead of telling him off, you smiled and told him you were alright as his ears drooped and cooed at you worryingly 

“I’m alright buddy, I promise. You know I’d always look after you, and I know you worry for me too.” You stated running a finger over his ear. It was a good thing that you were force sensitive and could understand Grogu. Because to a natural being like Din for example, he wouldn’t be able to interpret what the kid was saying. But you and Grogu could communicate easily through ones mind, sometimes the two of you will have some good conversations that are funny and sometimes they can be sad and talk about when the two of you were at the temple before the empire and order 66.

The first time the two of you had met Din, what Grogu said to you was funny even though the circumstances were unfortunate.

‘Where is tin can man taking us Y/N?’ Grogu asked, you had to stop yourself from laughing out loud.

‘I don’t know buddy, I like the nickname though. But I’ve got a bad feeling about this.’ You had replied to him smiling a little. As you were reminiscing Din startled you a little as he entered the cockpit. You sat down still holding Grogu, and looked at the back of Din’s head for a second. Grogu had been curious and gently laid his little 3 fingered hand just below your still sensitive scar. Pullng away slightly, Grogu cooed sadly as he looked up at you.

“It’s alright Grogu, it’s just a bit sore ok?” You said to him, he cooed again gently placing his hand lower on your cheek ,

“Mando put bacta on it for me, but it won’t help the blindness in that eye. I don’t think you’ll be able to do anything buddy.” You replied again to him. Din looked at the two of you, and under his helmet he had a look of confusion on his face.

“You can understand him?” Din asked, you looked up at him and smiled.

“Yep, sometimes when there are force users they can sometimes communicate with each others through their minds.” You replied, 

“Hmm that’s kinda interesting actually.” he said with a tilt of his helmet and he went back to looking out the window. 

A few moments later the Razor Crest dropped out of hyperspace and Sorgan finally appeared after a few hours of travelling through hyperspace.

From the looks of it, Sorgan was mostly covered in forest with clear patches here and there, and some pools of water.

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The Razor Crest landed in a clearing that could fit it. You got up off the chair and went down the ladder, looking for your robe that Din must've taken off of you as he attended to your wounds. Finding your robe folded up and your lightsaber in a neat pile by the cot, you smiled a little and placed on your robe before picking up your saber.

You sighed lightly looking at your saber and then clipped it onto your belt. You didn't hear Din come down the ladder, and he looked at you as you sighed and clipped on your saber.

"You alright?" He asked you,

"Yeah, I just didn't think that I'd get hurt by my own lightsaber." You replied looking at him. He nodded as if he understood, probably hurt by one of his own weapons in the past.

"I'm about to head into the settlement that I spotted on the way down. It's about a mile or two. You don't have to come if you don't want to, but we might be able to get you and the kid some food." Din stated opening the ramp, that showed you the forest that seemed to spand for miles. You stood there for a second, thinking about what people would think about your scar. You could just stay here. Meditate. Do some light training while you waited for Din to come back. But you decided that you'd go, you couldn't hide your scar forever. It's a part of you now.

"I'll come with. Check out the area." You replied drawing in a deep breath,

"You sure? You don't have to." He asked again.

"No, I'll come. I mean I could hide with my scar forever, but then I don't think I'd truly be myself." You stated looking at him. He nodded slightly again and led the way out of the crest towards the settlement that Din had spotted. The 3 of you walked in silence most of the way, the occasional coo coming from Grogu and the occasional hum from you.

"It's been a while since I've been to a planet like this." You stated smiling to yourself,

"When was the last time you was on a planet like this?" Din asked turning his helmet slightly to you.

"It was at the Battle of Endor, when the last Death Star blew. Grogu was on the resistance command ship, and I was in an X-Wing. If I was on the ground team, I probably would've been executed by the empire." You replied thinking back as you walked,

"For being ..... a jedi?" Din asked hesitantly.

"Yes. After order 66, there weren't many jedi left. Few such as Master Kenobi and Master yoda were the only Jedi masters left from the jedi Council. Then somehow Skywalkers kid, Luke trained with Yoda for a while and became a jedi Knight. When we won the battle of endor, we had a celebratory party along with the ewoks." You said as you looked up and saw the settlement that Din had been talking about earlier.

Walking into the cantina that was on the planet, you kept your head down letting your hair fall partly across your scar. Sitting down at a table, Din ordered two bowls of broth for you and the child.

"You not gonna eat?" You asked,

"I'll eat later." Din replied. You and the child had your broth, and Din went outside as he became distracted. You could sense that something was slightly off, picking up Grogu you walked outside with a hand on your saber.

Setting Grogu down you walked around the corner to find Din and a shock trooper? Fighting. They fell to the ground and rolled, pulling out their blasters. Their heads turned as they heard your saber ignite. The shock trooper felt the slight warmth radiating from your light blue saber.

"What's your hurry shock trooper?" You asked earning a snigger from Din. Eventually, you turned off your saber and clipped it back to your belt. You, mando and the shock trooper talked but it wasn't for long. Making your way back to the crest, you got Grogu some snacks that you had found, because it had been hours since you ate. You heard Din talking to someone and you made sure that Grogu was safe before walking outside.

"What's their deal?" You asked Din as they guys sat by their transportation,

"They want help, they've had a problem with some mercenaries or something like that stealing their livestock." Din replied.

"They offer anything if we helped?" You said looking up at the stars that had made an appearance,

"Sanctuary. Lodgings for as long as we want as long as we help them solve their problem." Din stated looking at you as you observed the stars,

"You don't have to stay with me you know? You're free to go anytime you want." He continued.

"I know. But... you're the only one I can trust mando. I- I know that Jedi and Mandalorians were enemies in the past. But that was the past. And you've helped me, the least I can do is help you if you need it." You replied looking at him where you think his eyes were.

"Ok, we'll help those people and get lodgings. Stay here with the kid, and get them to load on any kit we might need. I'm gonna make a pit stop." Din stated strapping his pulse rifle to his back. He left you with the child and for you to supervise over your two new aquintances who were loading some of your stuff onto their transport.

A while later, Din came back with the Shock trooper. You knew her name, she introduced herself as Cara Dune when you first met her. But you liked calling her trooper. You didn't say anything to her, although a shock trooper, recently you had a hard time trusting others except mando.

Making sure you had everything you needed, all 4 of you plus the 2 who had asked you and mando for help climbed on the transport that was to take you to a small village.

"Get some rest, they said it'll be some time before we get there." Din stated leaning back against the side. Grogu copied him making you laugh a little, and then you and the shock trooper done the same. Feeling Grogu snuggle into you as the night grew a little colder, you wrapped your robe round him to keep him warm.

You hadn't realised that you had fallen asleep, until the transport came to an ubrupt stop jolting you awake. You sat up still aching from being hit by stormtroopers, and the uncomfortable position you had fallen asleep in. Din had woken up about the time the sun had came up.

"Morning." Din stated his voice gruff,

"G'morning" you replied stretching a little. Grogu was still asleep clinging onto the bottom half of your robe still. You decided to take your robe off and wrap him completely in it, so he could stay warm and sleep some more. Wincing a bit as you climb off of the transport, you grab onto the side of it to steady yourself.

It had just been over 24 hours since Din had saved you, so you were still quite weak and still recovering.

"You gonna be ok?" Din asked seeing you steady yourself for a moment,

"Yeah I will be. Just everything aches right now, I'm sorry I'm of no proper help right now." You replied standing up as tall as you could.

"It's alright, hopefully this isn't as bad as we think. We'll find you something easy to do, you just need to rest up a bit more. And hopefully we get some good lodgings for a while." Din stated grabbing one of the crates. You nodded and picked up some light stuff that wouldn't cause too much pain for you.

Picking up the child, you walked around the village scoping out the place. Coming back to where Din and the trooper were unloading the transport, one of the villagers came up to you.

"Hi my name is Omera, thank you for coming to help us." She stated smiling softly at you and Grogu,

"Y/N and Grogu." You replied showing Grogu who was awake now, "it was mando who agreed, but I would've aswell. Thank you for the sanctuary." You continued spying a little girl who was hiding behind Omera's legs. Omera noticed that you saw her daughter, and smiled coaxing her out from behind her.

"It's ok Winta, these people are gonna help us with the bad guys." Omera stated kneeling down, "go on sweetie you can ask" she continued,

"Can I play with him please?" Winta asked in a small voice.

"Of course you can, just don't go too far with him ok?" You replied smiling kneeling down to place Grogu on the floor. Winta smiled and instantly started playing with Grogu. You smiled, as you tried to stand up you moved a bit too fast and winced your leg almost buckling from the pain. Omera moved forward to catch you before you fell completely.

"Are you alright?" Omera asked worry etching her face,

"Yeah I'm just... I'm still recovering from what happened. I just need some rest that's all." You stated quietly. Omera helped you up and made sure that you were ok.

"I'm sure we have a few huts spare for you and the others. We can get a bed for you, so you can rest for a while." Omera stated,

"Thank you, I'll talk to mando about what's gonna happen. And if it's alright with you and him I might get some rest." You replied looking at Grogu and Winta playing,

"Of course it'll be alright. Anything you need just ask." Omera smiled tracking your eyeline to the children. You walked off towards mando, casting a quick glance back again towards the kids playing. Walking over to mando, you looked to see that most of the crates were now unloaded.

"Omera said that she can put us in some free huts that are here. And if we need anything just ask." You stated getting Din's attention,

"Alright, get some rest ok? You look like you need it. I'll come get you later when we know what we're dealing with, and for food." Din replied looking at your tired aching state.

"Ok thank you. Do you think you can keep an eye on the kid please? Make sure he doesn't eat anything... weird." You looked at the kids playing again, and Grogu seemed to be more happy than he had been in a while.

"Of course. Get some sleep cyar’ika." Din stated blushing at what he just said, thankful that you didn't understand. Although it did guage a reaction from you which was confused. You walked back to Omera and asked her if she had a spare hut ready. You followed her to a hut that was free.

"Thank you Omera." You stated with half a smile,

"It's no problem Y/N." Omera replied. You sat down on the bed and instantly fell asleep. You hadn't realised how tired you actually were, the bed you laid on felt like a marshmallow and it didn't take long to sleep.

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Din had gone into the woods with Cara to find out what exactly was going on. It was worse than any of you or the villagers thought it was. Making their way back to the village, they got the villagers with the exception of the children gathered.

"Excuse me omera?" Din said getting Omera's attention,

"Yes mando." She replied turning to him.

"Uh... could you tell me what hut Y/N is in please?" He asked,

"Of course, they're right over here." Omera smiled leading Din to the hut that you was in. He thanked her as she walked away going back to the group. Knocking on the side, he tried to get your attention.

"Y/N? You gotta wake up for a bit." Din stated, but no response from you. You must've been asleep. It was almost 2 and a half hours ago that he last saw you. Walking in quietly he saw you wrapped up in a blanket.

"Hey Y/N you gotta wake up." Din stated shaking you a little. You woke up with a start instantly relaxing at seeing Din.

"Hey its just me." Din continued,

"Hi, how long was I asleep?" You asked groggily adjusting to the light.

"2 maybe 3 hours. Cara and I went to look what we're up against, and basically there are a group of like mercenaries or scavengers. They also have an AT-ST." Din stated looking around the hut,

"A chicken walker?" You asked eyes going comically wide as much as you could.

"Yeah, it's not gonna be easy." Din replied. You sighed and nodded slowly getting up off of the bed. Leaving the robe in the hut, you only took your lightsaber with you. You saw Cara already had the villagers gathered together. Standing behind Din, you listened to what they had to say and sighed. As the briefing was over and the shock trooper talking to the villagers, you walked up to Din.

"M'going to meditate, I'll only be on the edge of the village." You stated quietly,

"Ok, be careful." He replied looking at you. You smiled a little and nodded, walking towards the edge of the village. You found a little rock that you decided would help and get you back into the swing of using the force. Standing there feet shoulder width apart and your hands behind your back, you closed your eyes concentrating.

As you stood there concentrating, you felt a presence standing behind you. The presence of a child. Opening your eyes, you turned around to find a young boy.

"Hello there." You smiled kneeling down gently to his height,

"Hi." He replied shyly.

"You ok?" You asked him, he smiled and nodded.

"Are you a Jedi?" He asked looking curiously,

"What's your name kid?" You replied.

"Temmin." He replied still somewhat shy,

"Well Temmin, my name is Y/N. Can I trust you?" You asked and he nodded. You patted the front patch of grass in front of you and sat down as did Temmin. You smiled and grabbed the small rock you had picked up earlier. Temmin sat down in front of you and looked up at you.

"How did you know I was a jedi Temmin?" You asked him, placing the rock in your hand.

"I saw your laser sword when you got here." He replied looking at the rock curiously, you smiled as the rock started to float in front of you and saw Temmins jaw drop.

"It is a lightsaber, it is the weapon of a Jedi Knight. Open your hand Temmin." You replied. He did what he was told and opened his hand, as he did you placed the rock down in his hand. He smiled up at you, and you could tell that he liked you and in truth you thought he was good curious kid.

"What was you doing earlier?" He asked looking at the rock,

"I was meditating, it helps me to think and calm my thoughts." You stated.

"Can I meditate?" Such a curious kid you thought,

"Of course kid. Just close your eyes, sit up straight and just breath in and out. Just listen to the things that surround us, and clear your mind." You explained, recalling what your masters had taught you.

The two of sat there a while meditating, and talking about normal things other than being a jedi. While Din and the shock trooper were training the villagers, you made sure all the kids were ok especially Grogu, Winta and Temmin they all took an immediate shine to you.

[moonflower-31]

A Wish Your Heart Makes - Gabriel x Reader

Warnings: Language, definitely. Mention of sex? For you ace folks. And description of stabing? Its a djinn hunt, so you get the picture.

Character(s): Gabriel, Dean, Castiel, Sam, + alternative versions of all of them. You'll see.

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

~~~~~

"Come on, this is like, the biggest hunt we've been on since... since Amara. We should celebrate." Dean says, grinning widely.

You shook your head and laughed. "I don't know about that. That hunt down in Kentucky was pretty wild." You point out. Sam smirked.

"Really? You think, Zombies, was the biggest hunt? When we just fought like three Djinn?" Sam asks, walking towards the Impala with you and his brother.

You rolled your eyes again. "Wendigo, Samuel. It was a Wendigo, not a zombie. I should know. I was the one who saved your ass." You remind, pointing at Sam with your blade that was dripping with lamb and Djinn blood.

Dean chuckled and clapped his hands. "Oh Sammy, they got a point." He points out, smirking at his brother as he gets into the Impala.

Sam rolled his eyes and got in, ignoring his brother. "Forget it. Let's just go. I'm sure we can celebrate at the bar near the bunker." Sam grumbled, and closed his door.

You laughed and moved to the trunk to put the blade away. You popped the trunk and slid the blade away as you heard a wrustle in the bushes. You immediately grabbed a flashlight and shined it into the woods, finding nothing. You shrug it off as being some strays or wildlife and get back into the car. 

~~~~

"Come on Sam! They've got a two for one deal on whiskey shots! You wanna go?" Dean asks, challenging Sam to some shots.

You snicker as you climb out of the Impala after the brothers. They had been bickering as to who got the last kill on the hunt on the way there, and then you had suggested that they all get a few shots then go home. That's what led to this conversation. 

Sam rolled his eyes. "Come on, Dean. We aren't 27 anymore." He protests, closing the door to the Impala. "But fine. I can drink you under the table. As long as you let Y/N drive us home." Sam says, walking up to the door with Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Fine. But only this once." He says, pointing at Sam. "If you scratch or even put a single dent in her, you're dead, hear me?" He says, looking at you with dead seriousness in his eyes. You expected nothing less.

"Of course Dean. What? You think I would take this chance to damage her as much as I can without a drunk Dean noticing? Do I look like I wanna get skinned alive?" You reason, raising an eyebrow and smirking at him.

Dean ponders this for a moment before he nods. "Fine. Okay. Just don't wait up, alright?" He says, patting Sam's back before racing into the bar with Sam trailing behind him.

You chuckle to yourself as you begin walking towards the door yourself, before you see something move along the side of the bar. You furrow your eyebrows, following the noises as you take out your knife.

One step in front of the other, you make your way towards the side of the bar, trying to see with the limited light of the neon bar signs. You curse your eyes silently, for not being adjusted to the night as you walk slowly forward.

The closer you get, the more uneasy you feel. You feel tempted, to call out for someone to answer, but reconsider. You fish out your phone and dial Dean's number, and hear it ring once, then twice, as you look around. Then you feel your body being shoved against the brick wall of the bar, making you drop your phone.

You cry out in pain as the brick scrapes against your skin and you feel someone touch your temples. You look forward and see a younger Djinn, who smirked at you as the blue light began to emit from your fingers.

"Close your eyes sweet thing~" it warned, as you felt your eyes close unwillingly, and you fell unconscious. 

Suddenly, you open your eyes and jolt up in bed. Your chest heaves with fear. Was... was that a nightmare? That...

Now nothing was coming up. You couldn't recall anything of your dream. Your breathing didn't slow down though.

"Sugar?" You hear. You furrow your eyebrows and look up to see Gabriel, in his red boxers and a white, clean tank top. You blush a bit, and look up at him, and into his eyes. They were full of worry, but still shone their natural whiskey toned wonder.

"You alright? You were screaming in your sleep, cupcake." Gabriel asks, coming over to your side. You rubbed your eyes for a moment, blinking a few times as Gabriel wrapped an arm around you.

What was going on? He never did this. He never even attempted this before. Sure you, had your crush and Sam and Dean teased you about it, but you never told Gabriel how you felt. Why would you? It was a silly, puppy crush. That lasted for around 8 years now. But who's counting?

You furrow your eyebrows for a moment, and look up at him. "What are you doing? You...never hold me like this." You ask. Gabriel looks at you like you just said the weirdest thing in the world.

"Haha, what?" He asks, giving you a questioning look. "Sugar, I hold you every chance I get. So I can feel that sexy body of yours. And keep you as close as I can." He smirked, winking at you. You second guess yourself for a few minutes. Yeah... yeah that was right. You two were together...but why were you in a bed that wasn't in the bunker?

"Where...are we?" You ask. Gabriel chuckled again.

"At home, Sugarplum, where else would we be? I bought this place myself. Of course with your help." He says, as if reminding you. You focus your gaze forward for a moment, and then look back up at Gabriel.

"O...okay... uh... I'm fine... yeah... just a nightmare." You say, looking into his eyes. He smiled, almost in relief. 

"Good. I gotta get to making the apple pie. Dean is going to kill me if I don't make it right." Gabriel smirked and kissed your cheek as he gets up and starts walking out of the room. You stand up in confusion.

"W-why?" You ask, standing up from bed. Gabriel again looks at you.

"The party? Why else? Did you hit your head when you got up last night?" He asks, chuckling a bit as he walked back over and kissed your forehead. "Try to rest a bit, okay Sugar? We'll leave in a couple hours. If we're late again Cassie will shoot me." He chuckled. 

You looked at him in confusion, tilting your head as you pondered what he said. Gabriel then chuckled.

"Hey, you could rival him in cuteness with that head tilt. You could have a whole contest." He insists, smirking before he leaves the room.

You shake your head a bit. This was odd. Everything felt...right. Gabriel was... what you guessed was human. He was your boyfriend.

You look down at your hand and widen your eyes. Scratch that, husband.

You look around the room for a moment, and then down at yourself. You didn't have half the scars you were supposed to have from hunting.

Then.you look up and turn towards your side of the bed, and see a picture frame. You sit down and take it up into your hands. It depicted Dean and Cas, you and Sam, and Gabriel. All in weird Christmas sweaters with a very Hallmark like 'Happy Holidays!' across the bottom.

You smirk a bit. "I must've fought tooth and nail to get Dean into that..." you think for a moment. Then you put the photo down. You smile a bit to yourself before you look next to it, and find a packet of condoms. You widen your eyes and blush brightly. So apparently you two were sexually active. Perfect.

You pick up the condoms and put them in the nightstand drawer, and then promptly close it. You move over to what you guessed was Gabriel's side of the bed and looked to see a pile of candy wrappers on the table. You smirk to yourself, chuckling. You didn't dare open Gabriel's nightstand drawer as you stood up, and walked over to the closet. You opened it and pulled out an outfit you knew you owned. You smiled to yourself. Maybe all of this was right. And you were just imagining things. Yeah. Probably.

~~~

"You lost them?!" Gabriel asks, clutching at his hair. He was pacing the room as the two mutton heads tried to explain where the hell their friend was. 

Dean sighed, rubbing his forehead. "We didn't lose them, they were taken." Dean says, looking up at the two angels that were now in the room.

"How does that make anything better, Dean?" Castiel asks, his eyebrows furrowed in anger.

Sam sighed. "It... it doesn't. But at least we know that they didn't just walk off." He adds.

Gabriel was fuming at this point. He growled and turned towards the two. "Yeah, they didn't. They were freaking taken! By father knows what because you two were too drunk off your asses to answer their damn phone call!" Gabriel yelled, growling lowly.

Sam and Dean looked down in shame. They knew it was their fault. If they hadn't been so focused on their drinks and celebrating, they would have heard your phone call and have probably been able to help you. But now you were Chuck knows where and were probably being used as a food source.

Gabriel snarled a bit, beginning to pace through the room. Castiel sighed and tried to get Gabriel to calm down.

"Why are you so mad Gabriel? You don't usually show this much care to anyone. Let alone any human." Dean asks, looking up at Gabriel. Gabriel shoots Dean a glare, as if he should know.

"They're my soulmate, Dean. I told you to keep them safe!" He hollered, his eyes slightly glowing with his grace. Castiel held Gabriel back, to keep him from attacking Dean.

"What? Angels... angels have soulmates?" Sam asks. Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"Why do you think that the moment I saw them with you that I took such a specific interest in them? Its a feeling. The one, true feeling that I'm allowed to feel. It draws me to them. And I can't feel it right now. So if they're dead? You're both next." Gabriel deadpans.

Castiel sighed. "Gabriel, please, calm down. You can still feel their life force, correct? Their soul is connected to your grace." Castiel asked.

Gabriel sighed and nodded. "Yeah, I can still feel 'em... I just... I can't feel the draw to them. Thats usually how I locate them." He sighed. "They might be warded..." he suggests, running a hand through his hair.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Wow, and thats the second biggest piece of information I've heard all day." He says sarcastically, getting a glare from Gabriel.

Sam sighed, moving back and forth through the bunker. Then it hit him. "Dean, are you sure we got every Djinn last night? They mentioned being a family. That would mean..." he starts, looking at Dean.

Gabriel furrowed his eyebrows. "You guys were hunting a Djinn and you didn't think to tell me?!" He asks.

Dean sighed. "We didn't think ig was relevant information at the time, okay archdouch?" He asks, grumbling to himself.

Gabriel felt his vessel's blood pressure rising. He couldn't take much more of this. "You listen to me, both of you. Where, the hell, did you two hunt these Djinn? Hm? And where, were they hiding out?" He asks.

Dean looked at Sam and sighed again. "A small town about 3 hours north, and in an abandoned warehouse." Dean answers, looking slowly from Sam to where Gabriel once was, and took a double take when he realized the archangel immediately ran off once he knew what had taken you. 

~~~ 

"Come on, Sugar, we're going to be late!" Gabriel calls from the kitchen. You giggle a bit as you run a hand through your hair, and look yourself over once.

Gabriel's arms wrap around your middle, pulling you against his chest. He kisses your neck playfully, making you squirm and pull away from him.

"Okay okay! Stop it!" You insist. He wiggles his eyebrows at you. "Tease." You add.

Gabriel chuckled. "Come on, Sugarplum. Dean's already gonna shoot me for using Granny's apples instead of the orchard ones he sent me." He says with a laugh as he takes your hand and leads you out of the house and towards a silver car in the driveway. You smile to yourself, laughing a bit as you get in and the first song that comes on the radio was 'Candyman' by Christina Aguilera. 

"Perfect song for you." You tease. Gabfiel lets out a laugh and his hand finds your thigh.

"That, was the old me. Sure, still love sweets, and sex, but only with one sexy person." He purred, booping your nose. You immediately giggle and turn to look out the window.

As Gabriel drives down the road, you begin to see flashes of a world you didn't recognize.

"Where were they?" An echoing voice that sounded like Dean's asks.

A different version of Gabriel lays was looks like you, onto a small couch in a bunker of sorts.

"Warehouse, like you said. The Djinn was a teen. Barely out of it's blue diapers." The other Gabriel says. "But he got to them first. We have to wake them up."

You shook your head as the visions faded. What the hell was that? And what did Gabriel mean by wake you up?

You shook it off, it was probably nothing.

~~~~

"And you're sure this will work?" Gabriel asks, wary of the glass with the 'Dream root' as Dean and Sam called it with bits of his soulmate's hair in it. He turned his nose up at it, groaning at the smell.

Dean sighed. "Yeah. This'll work. It's worked multiple times for us. So yeah. We'll watch your vessel. Just get them to kill themselves in the dream, and then they'll be brought back here, topside." Dean answers. Gabriel exhaled a bit in anger. The mere idea of suggesting that to his soulmate, when their dream could potentially be a good one? What they truly want? He didn't want to take that away, bug he also didn't want them to be taken away from him.

Gabriel nodded in clarification, and sighed, and closed his eyes, taking a large gulp of the drink, and feeling himself get woosy soon after, falling asleep right where he stood, and soon after fell.

~~~~ 

You smile to yourself as you hear the loud noises from inside Dean and Castiel's house. Apparently they were together. Shocker. You climbed out of Gabriel's car and smiled, letting him wrap an arm around you and kiss you softly. You kiss him back, happy for once.

"Oh, I should go say hi to Riot. Ill meet you inside, okay?" You say. Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"I swear it's like you like the dog more than actually being here." Gabriel teased. "Go ahead Sugar. I'll be right inside." He says. You smile and kiss his cheek as you head to the side of the house, only to be hugged tightly by...Gabriel?

"Gabriel? I... I just saw you go inside, why-?" You start.

"This isn't real, Y/N. All of this. It isn't real. That me? Isn't real it's all in your head." This Gabriel explained. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"Gabe... I don't understand-" you start again.

"You were attacked, alright? By a Djinn. He put you in a dream. Only you can wake yourself up from it. And everyone inside will keep you from doing so." Gabriel warns.

You look at this Gabriel with confusion. "A Djinn? The blue man?" You ask.

Gabriel smiled at your recognition. "Yes! Yes that's exactly what I'm talking about! You need to wake up." He says again.

Yoh shook your head in confusion. "I... I don't... I don't know how..." you ask, looking back up at Gabriel and feeling a strange sense of calm as you looked up at him.

Gabriel sighed and pulled out a knife and handed it to you. "You know how, Sugar. Dean's told you how he did it. Just do it soon. Please. I can't lose you." Gabriel warns. You sigh a bit, and nod to him. You wield the knife in your hand for a moment to plunge it into your stomach, before the other Gabriel started to wrestle with the one you were talking to. You suddenly look up, seeing the other Gabriel and now Dean trying to hold Gabriel away from you.

"Gabe? D...dean?" You ask, taking a step back.

The other Gabriel looks up at you and smiled. "You can stay here, Y/N. You can stay here and be with me. Have kids, get a normal job, get a dog. Maybe a Corgi. You don't have to go back. It's full of suffering. You know that." The other Gabriel says, walking towards you as Dean wrestles the real Gabriel to the ground.

"D-don't listen to them Y/N! Do it!" The real Gabriel cries out, grunting as Dean holds him down.

You furrow your eyebrows as you think, the other Gabriel not giving you time to do so.

"You don't have to go back to pining over this asshat. You can stay here, with me, and we can be together. Like you want. You don't need that. Why don't you give me the knife, and this can all be over." The other Gabriel says, nodding to you in a way the real Gabriel wouldn't.  You instantly furrow your eyebrows farther, taking a step back.

"No-" The real Gabriel starts. "T-this... this isn't real, but y-your feelings are... please, listen to me Sugar..." he starts.

You bite your bottom lip, debating your choice of words. "Are they? Really? Or has this Djinn made those up? Make me believe you'll never really love me back-" you start.

The real Gabriel breaks free for a moment. "They are real, Y/N. I love you. I really do. Alright?" He says, Dean grabbing his arms again.

You widen your eyes for a moment, and look down at thw blade in your hands.

"He doesn't mean what he says. But I mean what I do. You don't have to go back. There's nothing worth going back for." The other Gabriel says, walking forward.

You clench the knife's handle in your hand for a moment, stealing a glance the real Gabriel's way before saying, "Yeah, yeah actually, there is." You say, plunging the knife deep into your chest.

~~~~

You wake up with a jolt, finding yourself in the bunker, and on an old couch. You felt drained, and exhausted. You looked down, not seeing a stab wound. You sighed in relief, and looked up, seeing Sam and Dean who soon came in closer and hugged you tightly.

"Oof... what warranted this? Is it national Winchester hug day and I slept through it?" You tease weakly. You laugh a bit and look over to see Gabriel slowly getting up. You smile a bit at him, although weak.

"Definitely." Gabriel says, smiling at you as he stands up and walks over to you, pulling you into his arms.

You widen your eyes again for a moment, before you leaned into his embrace. It felt right.

"Just, just rest, okay Sugar? They're will be plenty of time to hunt down more monsters tomorrow..." Gabriel says, rubbing your back. "I love you..." he whispers. 

You sigh to yourself, but you give in, and you fall asleep in his arms.

Was the life perfect? Hell no. But was it was good enough. Especially when being carried. But you loved it. And you loved him. And something, deep down inside you, believed he loved you the same.

Perhaps you were right.

[tulipanthousa]

a moonbeam brushed across my face

Patton does not have a “magical boyfriend” kink.

He just has magic boyfriends. Who are super hot. It’s coincidence.

Pairing: the series is LAMP but this is mostly just moxiety

Word count: 3164

Warnings/tags: Slight exhibition kink, Marking kink, Dom virgil, uh bratty (?) sub/switch (listen I don't really know the specifics of the terminology, I just write Patton How He Is in my head XD), Patton being a lowkey monsterfucker, multiple orgasms. Honestly this is. SO fucking fluffy, I had a harder time keeping a straight face writing the fluff than I did with the smut

Notes: part of my Love and Other Fairytales Verse (most of which is sfw and found on my main ts blog @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors​) taking place about ehhh a year and some change after the main story.

For the prompt:

Patton's playful, teasing nature VS Virgil's ability to be "patient": fight! (okay but for real though I'd be fascinated to see that dynamic. could Patton push Virgil far enough that he'd give in or would Patton come to him begging before that? I'd /love/ to see Patton tease Virge just far enough to make him snap--in a fun way, of course). (From 🌈🌻 anon)

this is a little Adjacent to the exact prompt, hope thats chill

The title is from Bright by Echosmith

Many thanks to @trivia-goddess​ for beta reading!

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The thing about being the only human in the fairy hills (or for several miles in any direction, for that matter) was that it was lonely a lot of the time.

Not in the sense that Patton was alone – he was actually hardly ever alone, between White and Bell and Virgil.

But sometimes one of them – usually White or Bell, to be honest – would say something that just… flew over his head, an idiom or some kind of cultural reference that Patton didn’t understand, and he’d have to either stop the conversation and ask them to explain or let it pass and risk he was misunderstanding completely.

It was just… lonely.

And then a little awkward, because all Patton really wanted was to go find Virgil, but he wasn’t supposed to wander around by himself, which meant he had to ask Bell or White to take him there.

So that’s what he was doing now, and that meant Belladonna being… well, Belladonna.

Patton reached out to knock on the door to the hall, but Bell leaned around him and threw it open before he could. Virgil was sitting at the heavy wooden table with another gentry Patton only barely recognize as the head of either the Spring or Summer court – it was June, so it could be either. Virgil looked up immediately, frowning, but then his face smoothed out the second he saw Patton in the door.

“I’ve brought the little bird, your highness,” said Bell loudly, “He was moping,”

Patton sputtered, but Virgil’s mouth ticked up at the corners.

“I- well, not really moping,” said Patton weakly.

“I’m sure the mortal can wait,” said the other fae primly.

“I’m sure you can wait,” said Virgil bluntly, “You’re not listening to me anyway, might as well do it somewhere else,”

The fae turned scarlet immediately, and Patton bit the inside of his lip. He wasn’t sure if he was going to chastise Virgil for being rude or laugh, and he figured both were probably not super great ideas.

Bell cheerfully led the Seelie woman out of the hall, chatting about something Patton wasn’t quite listening close enough to catch. The door shut, and Patton was already across the space between them, climbing into Virgil’s lap and tucking his face into his neck with a sigh.

“Bad day?” murmured Virgil, his lips pressed against Patton’s forehead.

“Not bad,” Patton assured him, “Just...”

He trailed off, not sure how to articulate it.

“...Yeah,” he finished lamely.

Virgil smiled. Patton couldn’t help but mirror it, tapping Virgil’s chest lightly.

“Shame on you, laughing at me,” he muttered, giggling a little.

“Not laughing,” Virgil assured him, kissing his cheek. Patton hummed happily.

“Dance with me?” said Virgil gently.

Patton’s shoulders slumped in relief.

“Yes, please,” he said.

Patton didn’t have time to try and get up – Virgil just stood from the chair and lifted Patton with him, setting him lightly on his feet. Giggling, Patton looped his arms around Virgil’s neck and cuddled close, relaxing into Virgil’s chest as he led them into a turn.

The first thing was always the sweet-iced-tea-taste that bloomed on Patton’s tongue, so real he could almost hear the click of the ice. And then it was like he flopped back into a huge, fluffy snowdrift, powdery flecks of cold puffing up in clouds around him. Relaxing the rest of the way, Patton closed his eyes and imagined his breath wisping out of him in little white whiffs.

“Comfy?”

Smiling against Virgil’s chest, Patton nodded, rubbing his cheek on the fabric of Virgil’s hoodie.

Virgil starting humming, a spinning little tune that never seemed to repeat. They drifted around the room, slow and aimless and without Patton ever once having to think about where to put his feet next.

He was outright grinning now, and could feel the same from Virgil, pressed to the top of his head. He nuzzled his face into the hoodie again, and Virgil’s hand drifted from the small of his back to the nape of his neck, trailing his fingers over the skin there.

Patton giggled, squirming.

“Tickles,” he murmured. He felt Virgil’s grin widen, and the fingers scrabbled a little.

Squealing, Patton scrunched up his neck, and Virgil laughed outright, pressing Patton closer and digging one hand lightly into his ribs, the other in the bend of his neck.

Patton shrieked, trying to squirm away, but Virgil just swooped him off his feet and spun faster. Patton couldn’t stop laughing, his head spinning right along with them as Virgil pressed tickly kisses all along the side of his neck.

“Feel better?” said Virgil smugly after a minute or so of this.

Patton giggled, breathless and beaming, pressing his own smattering of kisses all over Virgil’s face.

“Mhm,” he hummed, “So much. Thank you,”

“Good,”

Patton pecked him a few more times, and he felt like he was… sparkling or something, like ice crystals catching the light on a window. Pressing one more firm kiss against Virgil’s lips, he sighed dreamily.

Virgil’s hand moved to grip Patton firmer under his thighs. Their lips softened, and Patton sighed again, quiet and pleased.

“Love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you, too,” said Virgil, the words pressed right up against Patton’s parted lips. Patton leaned in again, kissing the words out of his mouth.

Virgil made low noise, so quiet Patton almost didn’t hear it. Smiling faintly, Patton gave curious little nibble against Virgil’s bottom lip.

Virgil’s fingers tightened even more, and Patton couldn’t help but squirm a little in his grip.

“Are you trying to start something?” said Virgil, voice so low Patton felt it rumble through him where their chests were pressed together.

Patton’s head was still spinning, though it was suddenly a lot more tilt-a-whirl than merry-go-round.

“… What if I am?”

Patton was pressed up against the wall practically before the words were out of his mouth.

“Of course you are,” purred Virgil, his lips brushing Patton’s neck, “Always up to something, aren’t you?”

Patton let out a breathless giggle that flipped halfway through into a low, drawn-out groan when Virgil dragged his teeth down Patton’s throat.

“Someone’s going to hear you,” teased Virgil.

Patton’s reaction – a short strangled keen, his knees and fingernails digging in everywhere he touched Virgil – surprised him as much as it seemed to surprise Virgil.

“Fuck,” hissed Patton.

Virgil’s breath was unsteady on Patton’s throat, his hands so tight on Patton’s thighs there were definitely going to be bruises, the mere thought of which made Patton moan again.

“Is that what you’re after?” growled Virgil, “You want to sing for me, beloved? Want everybody to hear how good I make you feel?”

“Yes, yes, Christmas cookies, Vir-”

Virgil bit sharp on his neck, and Patton arched into it with a pitched groan.

“Again, please, please-”

Pressing Patton’s back flush to the stone, Virgil licked into his mouth, cool and firm as marble against him and seeming totally unfazed by Patton’s nails scratching at his shoulder.

“Please what?” he said, faux-innocent.

Patton huffed, petulant.

“I want you to mark me up,” he whined, “I know you like to, why do you make me beg you for it every time, honey,”

“You sound so pretty, how could I resist?” Virgil teased, “And you love it anyway,”

Huffing again, Patton tossed his head and arched his back, letting out as wanton a moan as he could manage. Virgil’s eyes were dark and electric, and Patton grinned at him.

“Like it a lot more if you did it faster,” he breathed.

Virgil’s answering growl wasn’t anywhere near human, and neither were the teeth on Patton’s neck, too sharp and Virgil’s mouth so cold it burned – Patton’s cock was straining in his jeans, mewling as Virgil started rocking their hips together.

“Shameless minx,” said Virgil, reverent, “So beautiful, fuck, you drive me up the wall-”

“Oh, good idea,” groaned Patton, “Great idea, you fucking me up against the wall, yes, please,”

Virgil shifted his grip, and when Patton felt the hard line of him pressed right up against his own cock he whimpered weakly.

“V-”

Patton cut himself off with a glance at the door, a little irritated. His head was still a little hazy, but no too much for him to miss that might be a bad idea.

“I- I wanna go to our room,” he said.

Virgil didn’t stop grinding against him, but he did slow down. One particularly firm press made Patton’s eyes roll a little, gasping.

“Thought you wanted people to hear?” said Virgil, sounding half-playful and half genuinely curious.

“I thought- I thought I did,” said Patton. Swearing, he lost his train of thought until Virgil backed off a little.

“… But?” said Virgil a touch of anxiety creeping into his voice.

Patton giggled a little breathlessly.

“Your name,” he laughed, “Wanna scream it for you, sweetheart, just for you-”

The room spun, and Patton didn’t have time to get dizzy before his back hit their made bed, Virgil’s weight pressing him into the mattress and his hands pushing up Patton’s shirt to suck wet kisses into his skin.

“Virgil!”

“Perfect,” groaned Virgil, “You’re perfect, love your pretty sounds so much, beloved,”

Patton sat up just enough to wriggle the rest of the way out of his shirt, tossing it who-the-heck-cared-where as Virgil trailed his lips down Patton’s belly, soft and wet and the occasional sharp nick of teeth that made Patton feel like he was gonna burst right out of his skin.

Virgil sucked a particularly harsh kiss into the crease of Patton’s hip, his firm grip keeping Patton still no matter how he squirmed.

“Oh my god, Virgil, if you don’t fuck me I’m gonna lose my mind,” whined Patton.

Virgil was still holding him in that iron grip, but he leaned back, staring up at Patton and grinning wickedly.

“Impatient,” he murmured, “Ask nicely,”

Patton shivered.

“Come on,” said Virgil, kissing Patton’s stomach softly, his eye so focused that Patton felt them like a physical weight.

“Be sweet for me, love, ask me,”

Letting out a shuddering breath, Patton gripped Virgil’s wrist, shifting just to feel the pressure of Virgil’s fingertips digging into his thigh and his ass.

“Please,” he whimpered, “Want you to fuck me so bad, Virgil, please,”

Virgil kissed him like he was trying to memorize the inside of his mouth – Patton had barely even registered that Virgil had moved at all before he was bucking his own hips against him, groaning against his mouth. Virgil’s tongue slipped against his and Patton’s nails scrambled uselessly at his shoulders.

With one more firm, punctuating kiss, Virgil sat up on his elbows to stare down at him.

His face was half in shadow, his eyes glittering black and startling purple – he looked half-reverent and half like he was going to eat Patton alive, which probably shouldn’t be hot but Patton had long ago made peace with his not-so-average turn-ons.

He blinked, and smile had shifted a fraction – softer, and when Virgil gently tucked a lock of hair behind his ear Patton’s heart gave a shaking lurch forward.

“Strip for me?”

Patton nodded eagerly,  which made Virgil giggle a little, so then Patton giggled and when Virgil rolled off of him to fish in the bedside drawer Patton could barely resist the urge to follow him and just make out until their lips went numb.

Patton had barely kicked off his jeans and underwear when Virgil looped one arm around his waist and pulled him into his lap. Not quite expecting, Patton let out a short yelp of surprise and brace himself a little on the headboard just above Virgil’s shoulders.

Virgil had lost his clothes in the interim, which made Patton huff just a little – he would have liked to see the process.

“Now who’s impatient?”

Virgil pinched his ass.

“Oh, am I getting punished?” Patton teased, wiggling in his lap.

“You’re not going to behave at all, are you?” said Virgil, kneading Patton’s hip.

Patton really was going to say something very sexy (or at least, he definitely meant to) but then Virgil’s slick finger pressed against his rim and he just let out a strangled mewl.

Another thing that probably shouldn’t be hot – Virgil’s fingers were almost always cold, except on the (amazing, wonderful, so lovely) occasions when he’d already had them inside Roman for a while before he stretched Patton, which was its own special kind of treat.

But Patton loved it, loved the way he couldn’t possibly ignore Virgil inside of him or that it was Virgil, and when Virgil’s other hand slid up his hip to press against the small of his back Patton went without any resistance, his chest against Virgil’s and his cock trapped between them.

Virgil didn’t so much stretch him as coax Patton open, gentle and maddeningly slow, biting leisurely kisses along Patton’s neck like he had all the time in the world while Patton was starting to feel like he was literally going to combust on the spot.

“Virgil- ah – Virgil, please, baby, I want you to fuck me, I’ll be good, I promise-”

Virgil let out a guttural snarl and pressed so hard on Patton’s prostate he saw spots.

Patton was already close, panting into Virgil’s mouth and so hard he was nearly tearing up.

Sliding his hands to cup Patton’s ass, Virgil finally, finally, pulled Patton up on his knees, and Patton couldn’t even be salty about Virgil’s mouth twitching into a self-satisfied smirk when Patton groaned at the first slow thrust.

“Oh, oh,”

“Look at me,” growled Virgil.

Their foreheads touching, Virgil's hands lifting Patton so easy, and Patton’s fingers tangled in the ink-black strands of his hair – it was all already so much, and when Patton looked through his lashes into Virgil’s half-lidded eyes he was completely gone.

“That’s it,” purred Virgil, “That’s perfect, let go for me. You’re so pretty, taking my cock like you were made for it,”

Patton didn’t look away, didn’t even try to string a sentence together from the spinning kaleidoscope of his thoughts or the wordless noises spilling from his mouth, just let Virgil guide the slow roll of their locked hips while the pressure in his groin built, until Virgil suddenly wrapped a hand around Patton’s cock and ran a firm thumb up the vein along the underside.

Patton wailed, barely registering the sound of random things in the room rattling as he spilled all over Virgil’s hand and both their stomachs. Virgil slowed, but he didn’t quite stop, watching Patton with unwavering intensity.

Patton let out a faint, strangled sob - but when Virgil did stop then, Patton gave a weak roll of his hips that made Virgil hiss something too low to make out.

“Want me to come in you?” Virgil asked, “You wanna come on my cock again, for me to fuck you until you can’t think about anything else?”

Nodding desperately, Patton groaned when Virgil shifted back for a different angle, squeezed Patton’s hips like a vice, and thrust up so hard one of Patton’s hands flew up to brace himself against the headboard.

And now he couldn’t speak or understand what Virgil was saying, couldn’t think about anything but the sunspots of overstimulation and the feeling of Virgil pounding up into him, his chilly hand still stroking Patton’s half-hard cock and the way Virgil was looking at him like he was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Love you,” gasped Patton, cutting off whatever he’d been babbling before, “Oh, I love you, I love you so much,”

Hips stuttering, Patton felt Virgil’s breath hitch across his lips.

“I love you, too,” he gasped, fingers starting to dig restlessly, “Fuck, you’re perfect. You’re so beautiful, always coming so pretty for me,”

The pressure was building once more, even as Patton’s cock was barely hard again. He nodded, too far gone to kiss his boyfriend properly but pressing their gasping mouths together anyway.

“Perfect,” Virgil moaned, and god he meant that, didn’t he? Meant it and believed it – Patton’s heart felt too big and his skin felt too tight, like he was gonna shake apart completely in Virgil’s arms until he was just spinning little dots like dust motes in a beam of light.

Virgil’s hips stuttered; he laced his fingers through Patton’s hair, pulled his head back with a sudden yank and bit Patton’s throat, and Patton whited out completely, groaning weakly as he came again with Virgil spilling inside him.

It took a while for him to come out of it, lying on his side and tucked up against Virgil’s chest, the fluffy comforter pulled over both of them. Virgil was pressing feather-soft kisses all over his face, and a couple to his throat that Patton realized were laced with that soothing numbness.

Patton flicked him halfheartedly.

“No lidocaine kisses,” he muttered sleepily, “You know I like them,”

“It’s only a little,” huffed Virgil.

“Hmm, nope,” said Patton with a little pop to the ‘p,’ grinning up at him.

Virgil rolled his eyes, kissing Patton’s lips instead.

Patton prodded gently at his own neck, humming at the fresh sting.

“You got me good,” he purred.

Virgil bit the inside of his cheek, turning a little pink and clearly trying not to laugh.

“I am venomous, you know,” he said dryly, “You could pretend to be nervous,”

Patton whined a little.

“I need at least ten minutes before you start being all… spooky-sexy again,”

Virgil choked on a laugh.

“Before I start being what?”

“Oh, you know exactly what I’m talking about, you faker-”

“Do I? You’ll have to elaborate,” teased Virgil.

Patton whacked his shoulder gently.

“Yes, you do,” he laughed.

“Hmm, maybe,” smiled Virgil, “You and your ‘magical lover’ kink,”

Patton squawked, shoving Virgil away when he started cackling. He grabbed the pillow behind him and started thumping it against Virgil’s chest.

“It! Is! Not! A kink, you goof, you all are magic-”

“Pat! Okay, mercy, mercy, I give-”

“Damn straight you give,” said Patton, but he was pretty sure it didn’t really have the full effect because he was still very much laughing. He flopped down on top of the pillow, still resting on Virgil’s chest.

Virgil laid his hand on Patton’s back, running his fingertips in light circles. Sighing happily, Patton snuggled a little closer, leaning into Virgil’s hand when it trailed up to card through his hair.

“I love you,” said Virgil.

Patton smiled.

“I love you, too,”

Someday, Patton would figure out a way to explain it. That it wasn’t really just that Virgil – or Logan and Roman, for that matter, were powerful, but more that they were powerful and his. Dangerous, yes – but never dangerous to him.

But for now, he just scooted back up to tuck his face into Virgil’s neck, pulling his boyfriend’s arms around him and settling in with a happy sigh.

Virgil started humming, low and never looping, and Patton smiled.

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ko-fi

[shamlesssomebody]

Sexual assault/rape trigger warning! Please do not read this if anything of that nature offends or triggers you! I do not condone actual sexual violence in anyway. I just wanted a safe space to share my fantasy writing. All of this is pure fiction!

It was my junior year of college and one of my friends, Sarah, had just graduated! Her celebration was filled with fun, laughter, and drinks. Sarah’s older brother, Sal, was the bartender for the night. During the party. It seemed like Sal was really determined to get me drunk. Every time my cup was empty, there he was to refill it! I didn’t mind, I wanted Sal to fuck me ever since I met him! He was easily 6’4 and all muscle! He reminded me of a modern day lumber jack, with his large strong arms and legs and that beard!! This man was pure sex, at least in my mind he was! Him being older also made him that much more of a catch!

Sal towered over me and that’s saying a lot considering my build. I’m 5’9 and I’ve always been plus size! My breasts, thighs, and ass had the measurements to prove it! “More cushion for the pushin” someone once told me! Because of my mild addiction to exercising, much of my thickness was muscle. I also had the attitude to match my size! I was a bright and smart student, who was not afraid to take charge! My personality was so magnetic that I used it to help recruit for my university! My dark brown eyes matched my skin which was speckled with moles and freckles galore! I usually kept my hair in tight braids, but that night I wore it out in a large natural Afro that I loved so much!

I felt so confident at that party! I carefully put together the outfit I was wearing one piece at a time: Long sleeved tight fitting black top to help control the little tummy that I did have and a gold skirt that stopped just at my knees! The black tights and booties were my favorite part! I wore light mascara and eyeliner with gold dangly earrings to match! I felt like a goddess in that outfit!

The party was booming , but the alcohol was getting to me! After about 4 drinks the drinks were starting to hit me a little too much. I didn’t want to make scene or ruin Sarah’s night, so I quietly walked into the hall to collect myself and popped a squat against the wall. I heard someone clear their throat and when I looked up I saw him! Sal has followed me into the hall. He noticed that I was drunk and started heckling me about it. He leaned down and started pushing my shoulder asking if I was drunk! “It’s your fault, if you didn’t keep filling my cup” to which he responded “Well, maybe I did it on purpose”. I felt butterflies flutter in my stomach! Why would he want me drunk? I didn’t need liquor if he wanted me? I’d happily take him bright eyed and sober. Sal pushed me again and I pushed back at him. Because I was squatting, my hand hit directly at his groin. He moved back a little and whispered “That’s for later”. I gasped and quickly stood back up from the shock of that statement. When directly approached in a sexual manner, I get nervous. So as I started to walk away a said “Thats my que to leave” Sensing that I was drunk, Sal offered me a ride home.

I was happy but disappointed! I wanted to be with him, but I wanted to be fully sober if I were lucky enough! It was not too often that a guy I was interested in felt the same way, especially someone like him! I walked back to the party, said my good byes to Sarah and the rest and left with Sal. I would ask my roommate to drive back tomorrow to pick up my car. The party was only a 10 min drive away from my apartment. We pulled up to my apartment and he kindly walked me to my door. He convinced me to let him come in and sit and talk for a bit! There was no talking at all! As soon as I shut and locked the door, his lips were on mine!

Hard, rough, and I could feel his hands all over me! Before I could think, he pulled me down the hall and into my bedroom! Guessing which room was mine was an easy mission, considering my room was the one with the open door and the pictures of me and my family everywhere! My room was decorated with white fairy lights above my bed, closet door, and entry door. I usually flipped on my lights before leaving, it gave my room a romantic soft glow. Sal shut my door and shoved me onto my bed. He climbed on top of me, forcing himself between my legs. Sal started kissing me up and down my neck! I could feel his dick growing as his was push himself against me. It felt hard and big, really big! The next thing I can remember is him sliding off my tights and my panties going with them! After throwing my tights and panties to side, Sal placed himself between my legs again. This time my bare pussy was rubbing against the growing bulge in his pants. I could the firmness every time he would grind into me.

“You want me? Tell me you want me? Don’t you want it? I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby” He said while breathing heavily.

Suddenly it hit me: I was drunk and I didn’t want it like this! I wanted sex with him to be something I did sober! Yes, he was my friend’s brother, but I barely knew this man! This is not me, I don’t have sex with strangers! I don’t do random hookups!

I told him “Wait, no” and “stop” but he didn’t listen!

“Sal, come on now. Stop, I don’t wanna do this” I said more forcefully while grunting from exertion to get him off of me.

I tried to push him off, but it was no use he was much bigger and stronger than me! His face went from lustful to frustration and that’s when he slapped me! I guess he didn’t like all the struggling! He groped my breasts through my top so hard, I thought I was gonna cry! Then his hand made its way down to the hem of skirt and he found his way to my pussy. I admit I was wet from the first few kisses and he taunted me with it.

“Oh, you didn’t really want me to stop. Did you?”

Sal’s fingers found my clit and made hard and rough circles around it! He then jabbed two fingers inside of me and used his thumb to continue to play with my clit. The fingering was so intense especially with him hitting my g-spot! I came so hard that my legs were shaking. He got off of me, stood up, and I thought that was all he wanted. To my horror, I heard his pants unbuckle...

Before dropping his pants to the ground, he pulled his wallet from his back pocket and produce a latex condom.

“Never leave home without one”, he said.

I got scared and crawled to the furthest corner on my bed!

“Strip”, he said to me.

Then he continued to undress himself. When Sal was down to just his briefs, he looked up and noticed that I had not moved. He grabbed my left leg and effortlessly yanked me to the edge of the bed. He reached down and grabbed my face with his huge hands and brought it within an inch of his own face. I could feel his warm breath on skin and I hated it. In the most calm and calculated manner, he whispered “I said “strip””. I was not the type who liked to be pushed around! I hated being told what to do and when to do it. So with defiance in my eyes, I angrily spat in his face.

“Why the fuck would you do that?!” He growled at me.

His eyes had grown dark and empty, which made a small amount of fear and regret swell inside my chest. He pushed me back on the bed, got on top of me, put one hand around my throat and used his other hand to shove four of fingers into my pussy! I thought that I was gonna split in two, it hurt so bad! He callously moved his fingers inside of me causing the pain to intensify.

“Ah, you’re hurting me. Stop, it hurts!” I cried to him. I was panting so heavily, I felt like I was gonna pass out.

“ When you’re ready to listen to me, I’ll stop. You’re only making this harder on your self” he said back to me.

After a few more painful thrusts of his hand, he stopped and got off of me.

With venom in his words he feverishly whispered “NOW STRIP”

I stood and pulled my shirt over my head. Revealing my black laced bra that cupped my large breasts. I went to reach for my skirt and Sal startled me.

“The bra too!” He grunted at me

My hands moved back up and I cautiously unclipped my bra. I heard Sal groan in excitement as my breasts popped free and my bra fell to the ground.

“Pierced nipples? Oh now you’re just teasing me” He said with an eerie smirk forming on his face.

He took a step towards, closing the little space between us and grabbed my left breast! He started groping me like a mad man, then he bent down and started sucking on my nipple. Though I was scared out of mind, his hot mouth felt so good against my tender nipple! His tongue sucking, licking, and swirling almost sent me over the edge. My body betrayed me as I let out a soft moan. I guess Sal took that as me wanting more because he sucked even harder!! He stopped his assault on my breast and pointed at my skirt.

“Take off the skirt” He said in a less menacing tone.

When I looked down to upzip my skirt that’s when I noticed his dick! He still had on his briefs, but I could see the outline of it and it was huge! He noticed me staring and he grabbed his dick and smirked.

“ A little over 9 inches and a hand full, but I know you can take it!” He said as his horrible grin grew.

And with that my fear came all rushing towards me at once, I tried to bolt for the door but he grabbed me by my hair and tossed me onto the floor.

“It’s skirt, you don’t have to take this off for me to fuck you anyway” he said.

He was on top of me and the weight of his body was something I’d never forget! He was crushing me and he liked it! He leaned up and dressed his now free dick with the condom he had!

“I’ve been waiting for this all night”, Sal growled at me.

He grabbed his dick and roughly thrusted himself into me! I felt like fire was blazing through me. The pain from him being so harsh was blinding! Though I wasn’t a virgin, it felt like my first time all over again! The pain and the fear all wrapped into one! I could his balls slapping against me as he loudly grunted into my ear! He lowered his head and began sucking on my nipples while fucking me. All the while, I lied there uselessly swatting at him and begging him to stop! Each thrust hurt worst than the last!

“Sal, I’m sorry. Stop, please! If you stop we can do this another time, I promise” I tried to bargain with him

“I...want this...now. I...want...you now” he breathlessly whispered in between grunts

“Please! You’re hurting me” I begged and I began to cry.

He was going full force by pulling himself all the out and slamming all the back into my aching cunt! This caused me to moan in pain, which only made him smile! Suddenly, he picked up his pace and his thrusts became more aggressive! Sal’s grunting became more animal like the faster he moved. He was about to cum, I just knew it! Then he withdrew him, lifted me up, and flipped me onto my stomach!

“Please just finish”, I begged him to which he replied “Before I fuck your ass?”

I started to panic at that moment! I had never had anal sex before and I didn’t want to start, especially not now!! I felt him use my pussy’s wetness as lube on my untouched asshole. I hoped that he’d take it easier this time around with it being my ass, but I was wrong! He rammed himself inside of my tiny asshole just as hard! I arched my back and screeched in pain! I felt myself stretch more and more around his dick the deeper he got. He began his same “all the way out and all the way in” motions again! I suddenly, felt him reach around and start rubbing my clit with his rough hands. Every grunt was louder and more brutish! When I felt him stop pumping, I prayed that it was over, but not quite yet. He pulled out of me and took his condom off.

“I’ve gotta do this right”. “Do what right?”

I asked but he ignored me.

He took his dick and forced himself back into my pussy. Raw, no protection! I panicked! I wasn’t ready for children and definitely not with him! He kept thrusting until I felt him start to gain incredible speed! Then I feel it! Streams of hot cum shoot into my unprotected cervix! Stream after stream, I could feel myself filling up with his cum. Even though he was orgasming he continued to make painful thrusts into me! When he finished he slowly pulled out of me, got dressed, and left me on the floor. Alone, naked, and dripping

I hope those of you that chose to read it, enjoyed it! And please offer me all of the constructive feedback! I have never written a story before!

[spghtrbry]

i hate bcs so much i keep thinking about the "you wanna climb out of your own skin, thats natural" line and wanna kill myself IMMEDIATELY

[gxtsmxt-blog]

the nudist and the prudist [jk pov]

❛❛a girl saw me naked on my porch and also witnessed the unholiness that is my exhibitionism kink and somewhere along the line we became sort-of-maybe-not-really friends and i started to like her too but now things are a bit weird im sorry please love me❜❜ AU

COUNT → 6.875

GENRE → angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → mentions of sex | explicit language | alcoholism

LINKS →  TNATP 1

note: so some of you requested part of tnatp in jungkook’s pov!!!!! im not entirely happy with this because it’s just so long??? and its basically just recycled material. but if u wanna understand what jungkook was thinking, this is the drabble for you. its not a drabble. i lied. look at the word count. but i still wanna call it a drabble. its a “long drabble thats not really a drabble” drabble. anyway i hope u guys like it and dont think this is too long LMAO

Jungkook was naked, but that wasn't anything new.

A streak of sunlight shone in through a crack in his blinds, alerting him that it was the start of a new day. Unwrapping his arm from around the naked body still asleep beside him, he maneuvered around her so he didn't wake her up, then draped the comforter back over her as he stood to his full height. He ran his fingers through his tousled, black hair thoughtfully, knowing without looking at a mirror that it was a mess after they fornicated on the dining room table, the kitchen's bar, the living room couch, against many walls throughout the house, and finally stopping in his own bed last night.

It was a good thing all his other roommates had been out so they didn't hear them. Out of all his fuck buddies, Jihyo was the loudest—but he liked it when she was loud. It told him he was doing something right, and using his penis was about one of the only things he could do right.

Closing his bedroom door gently behind him, he padded down the hallway in the direction of the kitchen. At the sight of his boxers in a pathetic heap by the stairs, he bent over to pull them past his hips, followed by his sweatpants he'd been wearing last night not even a few inches away. In the past, he wouldn't have even bothered clothing himself—especially so early in the morning—since all his roommates had gotten used to his streaking habit a long time.

But something had changed recently.

That change was you.

The cold kitchen tile caused a chill to run up his spine just as he reached the counter, pouring some of his favorite cereal into a bowl. As he added in milk and retrieved a spoon from one of the drawers, his eyes kept darting over to the clock hanging above the dining room table.

You would be walking by in about five minutes.

Every day, except during the weekend, you passed his house on your way to the bus stop at exactly seven o'clock in the morning. What was funny to him was he learned your first class wasn't until two hours later, but you liked to go to the library to review your notes early. It was a pain in his ass for him to even wake up ten minutes before his morning lectures started, but there you were being the perfect student. He still remembered how nervous you were when he asked you why you always walked by so early in the morning, but he had been so fucking curious—about you.

And he still was.

You were innocent and closed in on yourself, almost as a self-defense mechanism. He knew you weren't doing it out of distrust, though; you simply weren't confident in your own skin. A lot of girls were like that but not so much in the way you were. The few words you two exchanged was no longer enough for him anymore. He would wake up every single morning at a quarter to seven just so he could run out in front of you and pull you into a conversation he knew you didn't want to be having with him. Starting a conversation with you was difficult, but he was a natural extrovert and used his charms to ask you anything. He didn't care if he looked stupid as long as he fucking talked to you.

With his cereal gone, the only thing left for him to do was slurp the milk as it took on a salmon color, then he looked up just as the minute hand on the clock passed by 12 in slow increments. You would be here any minute now and he had to frantically run over to the sink to dump his bowl to clean later.

Just as he passed the couch, though, Jihyo was coming downstairs.

Pausing, he turned around to look at her rubbing at the corners of her eyes. "Hey. Did I wake you?"

"No," she said with a tired smile. "You weren't in bed so I was wondering where you went."

"Oh. I was just—" He looked over his shoulder to see if he could see a glimpse of you walking by through the glass panels of the front door. "I was just eating some cereal."

He knew by the glint in her eye that she wasn't being honest with him, but neither was he.

Although she was wearing one of his t-shirts, she quickly pulled it over her head as she sauntered towards him. Feeling her breasts press firmly into his bare chest, he tried to stay focused.

That, however, did not end up happening.

It felt like only seconds but somehow she pushed him towards the couch, crawling on top of him to straddle his muscular thighs. After feathery pecks turned into a mixture of tongue and licking, he opened his eyes as she pulled away to climb off of him and kneel in front of him.

Easily freeing him from the confides of his sweatpants, he sprung free and she eagerly touched him.

"Babe," he groaned out, head lolling against the back of the couch.

She began a steady pace, spitting in her hand as she pumped him with fast strokes. Her thumb pressed into the slit at his tip and he moaned out, not able to focus on anything but the pleasure.

And that also included not realizing you were already walking by.

In a lust-filled daze, he faintly remembered dragging Jihyo over to one of the windows, giving her no room to move. He knew she wouldn't ever dream of that, though. Her favorite place to get fucked was against the window because it turned her on to even imagine someone else watching—just like him.

He gripped himself and thrusted inside, knowing they'd been fucking for the last twelve hours and didn't need much foreplay to get her going. She was loud from the get-go and that made his cock get even harder inside of her. When he reached around her to rub furiously at her clit, her legs trembled and she let out loud moan after loud moan. He wasn't going to last much longer.

"Jungkook," she managed to say in a breathy tone, "there's someone watching us."

He opened his eyes slightly, the view of her long, black hair trailing past her shoulders the first thing he saw. However, when he moved his head only slightly, his eyes grew the size of two small planets.

You were there, looking at the two of them in horror. In your surprise, you dropped something and quickly bent over to pick it up before you were covering your eyes, fleeing the scene. With self-control he didn't know he was capable of having, he pulled out of Jihyo and looked behind him for his boxers.

"Jungkook?" Jihyo asked, confused as to why he stopped. "Where are you going?"

He didn't answer her, dragging his plaid boxers up blindly, then flung the door open. His eyes followed your figure as you stumbled along the sidewalk in a hurry. Yelling your name several times, he finally hunched over when your figure turned a corner, disappearing from sight. He looked around his lawn, tilting his head back and licking at the seam of his lips in frustration.

All he could think of was you couldn't have walked by at a worse time.

Unable to control himself, he kicked at a rock in his lawn and it ricocheted off one of the neighboring houses' exterior walls, landing in a bush.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he yelled, mostly to himself.

He scratched at his scalp violently, then turned to walk back inside. Jihyo was lingering in the doorway, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows and a deep frown.

"Jungkook?" she asked and grabbed at his bare bicep. "What happened? Did you know that girl?"

Instead of answering, Jungkook simply shook his head and closed his eyes tightly. He brushed past her as he stepped through the doorway and she followed after him, hot on his heels as the door shut.

"Talk to me."

He walked over to the couch, settling against the cushions with a sigh. Jihyo joined him cautiously, sitting far enough away that he could've easily forgotten she was there. She didn't say anything, though, just looked at him as if doing so would make him tell her what was going on.

"Jihyo," Jungkook started to say, "can you go home? I'm really not in the mood right now."

Sensing that he didn't want to be pushed, she nodded. "Just let me know if you want to talk."

As she stood up, she threw a glance over her shoulder at him one more time before heading up the stairs to get dressed, then closed the front door behind her when she left a few minutes later.

He had not been thinking. He had really not been fucking thinking.

When he imagined the pleasure that came with someone catching him in the act, this wasn't exactly what he had in mind. It was like as soon as he used the thing between his legs he forgot about the other thing in his head. Your relationship had been going so well, too. In just a few more weeks, maybe he could've asked you out or even gone to the library with you some time. But not now.

Definitely not now.

What was going on with him anyway? You were just a girl. Not just any girl, but a girl that was impossible for someone like him to go after. It would take months for the two of you to fuck around. Knowing that, though, he was still interested in you.

Why?

He really didn't have a good answer. You were gorgeous, so maybe that was all it was; he was simply attracted to you. Though, he'd have to be blind to not be. It couldn't be your personality he liked either because you didn't know how to keep a conversation going, or maybe you just didn't want to. He hadn't felt like this for a long time, but there was just something there.

Maybe he had stared at your ass a few times or his gaze drifted to your chest—although, you usually wore loose-fitted clothing that didn't give him an easy view. If you were anything like his fuck buddies, he'd have already fucked you by the time you even considered it.

With your consent, of course.

Jungkook's head fell against the back of the couch, frustrated with himself.

Maybe he could never do anything right but fuck around, but that was about to change.

He hadn't talked to Jihyo since that night.

Only a few days had passed, but Jungkook knew that whatever it was they were doing had to end. They agreed that if either of them developed feelings of any kind for another person, they would stop; he just never thought that he would ever be the one developing feelings. It wasn't like he couldn't, as he had girlfriends in the past, mostly from high school. But he just hadn't met anyone that caught his interest. All the girls he'd fucked had been beautiful and great under the sheets, but that was all they were. Ironically enough, the girl that did stand out to him was someone he hadn't even kissed.

But he couldn't even count how many times he'd thought about it.

Your features fit your personality, soft and innocent. He'd caught himself staring down at your lips a few times when he managed to talk to you some mornings. One thing he did notice about you was that whenever you spoke, your lips barely parted and you seemed to mumble. Although he knew it was out of anxiety of saying the wrong thing, he found it cute how shy and nervous you were.

A single thumb pressed against the black remote in his palm as Jungkook mindlessly flicked through the channels for something to get his mind off of things. His classes had progressed as usual but he couldn't stop thinking about you and what you were thinking. You hadn't walked by the past few days and he—of course—knew why. It was obvious things weren't going to get any better if he didn't talk to you, but his only indication that you lived nearby was that you were in walking distance to his house.

He now understood your anxiety whenever you talked to him because he was nervous as hell. What would he even say to you? That he was sorry he couldn't stop thinking with his dick for two seconds? Would it even be worth the effort? He was split two ways—he wanted to fix things with you but he also didn't at the same time. Wouldn't it be better for you if that was the last time you saw him so you could get romanced by some guy capable of putting your feelings first? Someone you could marry?

Maybe but he didn't want to leave things like this.

Making up his mind, he jogged to the front door and put on some shoes, then ran out the door. Just as he passed by the two houses separating his house from your apartment building, he recognized a guy from one of his classes in his same major heading to his car.

"Hey!" Jungkook called after him. "Adam! Hey!"

He spun around, scrunching his eyebrows but then grinned at Jungkook. "Hey!"

"So, I was just wondering if you knew a girl around—" He paused to gesture your exact height. "—this height? Pretty hair and big eyes? Shy? I know she lives somewhere around here."

Adam tilted his head back to look at the sky in thought, not seeming to know who he was talking about. When Jungkook mentioned your name, however, a light seemed to go off.

"Yeah, but how do you know her exactly?"

How did he know you exactly?

"Uh... It's kind of a long story..."

Adam snorted. "All right, man. Well, she lives in #10."

Jungkook followed his index finger as it pointed up a driveway of the apartment building. Patting him on the shoulder, they went their separate ways and Jungkook jogged up the concrete past the garbage bin. He heard the sound of a car engine starting, then speeding down the road just as he noticed there was a person lying on the ground with a bottle of vodka gripped firmly in their hand.

It was you.

Your eyes were closed as he looked you up and down, slightly confused by your behavior. He hadn't pegged you for the alcohol type. As that thought occurred to him, he wondered if you were even old enough to drink alcohol in the first place. You had to be a freshman or possibly a sophomore. He hadn't ever asked your age but you had a youthful feeling to you that he could just tell.

Crouching so that he was closer to your figure on the ground, he asked, "What are you doing?"

Your eyes looked unfocused when they opened and it seemed hard for you to speak before you slurred, "Whoever you're d-dialing can't be r-reached."

He blinked in response just as you batted away at him and stood up to take a step back.

"Try..." you trailed off, licking your lips before seeming to forget what you were trying to say.

"Oh, Jesus..."

His eyes wandered down your body. You were wearing one of your usual skirts but there appeared to be leaves and clumps of dirt covering the white fabric to indicate you'd been there for a long time. At the sight of the bottle of vodka in your hand, he reached down to pry it from you and read the alcohol content. His eyes narrowed when he read: 43% ALC./VOL. 750 ML. Sighing, he tossed it somewhere behind him and cringed when he heard it come crashing down on the concrete.

"Where did you even get this?" he asked but kept his voice light.

When you didn't respond, he called your name, repeating himself until he was nearly yelling in your ear. Though, your eyes were closed so he just assumed you were no longer conscious.

Jungkook reached out to grab one of your upper arms in an attempt to pull you to your feet, but he hesitated inches away from your skin. He hadn't touched you before and wasn't sure if he was crossing some boundaries. Although, he knew that he couldn't just leave you there.

"Shit... You're so fucked up," he mumbled to himself.

Your head fell into the crook of his neck when he pulled you up, barely standing on your own with weak legs. Unconsciously, his hands skimmed down the length of your arms and he couldn't help but notice how soft your skin was—softer than he could have ever imagined. One hand drifted past your shoulder to cup your cheek in an attempt to get you to look at him, but you were barely conscious.

"Can you hear me right now?" he breathed, scanning your face.

He stared at you intensely, the dim lighting from both the street light and some lights overhead one of the nearby buildings illuminating your features—your long eyelashes, pouty lips. When you groaned in response, he noted that he barely heard you from how intensely he was staring at you.

Why the hell had you done this to yourself?

His thumb glided against the skin of your cheek before a moment before he shook his head, dropping his hands almost immediately. From doing so, your head fell forward into his chest, and he reacted quickly by holding you against him with a hand under your legs and back. Your weight wasn't the issue but he had to hoist you up several times before he got a firm grip. As he began to walk past the garbage bin and towards the driveway, he kept glancing down at you with a concerned expression.

For now, he would take you to his house to sober you up since he didn't have your room keys or anything. Adam had told him your apartment number and maybe your room was even unlocked, but he realized that he wasn't using logic to power his decision—he wanted to talk to you just for a little bit longer and he needed you sober to do that. But maybe once you were, you wouldn't talk to him.

"W-Where are we goin'?" you asked a few minutes later after he carried you down the driveway.

Jungkook paused, looking down at you. He was surprised to see your eyes open as you struggled to focus on his face, failing miserably. You seemed to slip down his body as he paid more attention to looking at you than holding you tightly in his arms, and he pulled you tighter against his chest.

"My house," he answered, then paused after he began to move down the sidewalk. "Is that okay?"

You didn't respond but instead closed your eyes, seeming to fall unconscious again. He stared down at you for a moment. Would you let any guy take you to his house? Or was it just him? Your nails scraped against the back of his neck without you realizing it—probably—and he shivered in response.

As he continued to carry you to his house, he tried to focus on the sound of cars driving by and drunken conversations of people as they passed you two on the sidewalk. In fact, he tried to focus on anything that wasn't the intoxicating smell of your fruity perfume. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all. It was comforting, though, when he remembered he wouldn't be alone with you at the house.

Your grip around his neck tightened suddenly and he froze, holding his breath as your lips brushed against the skin of his neck. Unconsciously or not, he was fighting a losing battle.

Think about that yeast infection that one girl had, Jungkook thought to himself.

At the sight of his house coming into view, he closed his eyes and sighed in relief. It felt like walking the distance from your apartment building to his house was like pushing a boulder up a hill, and then having that boulder transform into you and torment him and his dick on torturous levels.

A blush ghosted across his cheeks as he paused in front of his front door, readjusting his grip on your body to slowly turn the door knob and stumble through the doorway. Gently, he lowered you onto the couch and you instantly curled into a ball. Jungkook bit his lip at the sight and wondered if that's how you slept as well. It seemed fitting—even in an unconscious state, you curled into yourself.

The house was quiet, which reminded him that Jimin was supposed to be home. However, he didn't even hear the sound of the floorboards creaking under his feet. Trying to take his mind off of the idea of the two of you being in his house alone, he jogged to the kitchen sink to get you a glass of water. He looked over his shoulder when the front door suddenly opened.

"’Sup, dude," Jungkook greeted, looking over his shoulder at Jimin. He returned his attention back to the sink, filling the glass to the brim with cold water before shutting off the faucet.

When Jimin didn't say anything in response, he turned around, glass in hand, to see Jimin staring at you on the couch with narrowed eyes. Jungkook followed his gaze and noticed you were still unconscious, so he knew he was about to be yelled at by his roommate.

"Jungkook," he said with a sigh. Jimin dropped his backpack to the floor with a thud, then. "Why is there a drunk girl on our couch right now?"

Standing behind the back of the couch, Jungkook's gaze flickered around the living room, as if doing so would give him an idea on what kind of lie he was about to feed Jimin. He wasn't exactly the most lenient roommate when it came to strangers, especially after the party they threw last weekend and he was stuck cleaning up the mess. From Jungkook's perspective, however, no one asked him to do that. They were going to clean up eventually. Jimin just couldn't handle a messy house.

"You know, it's a funny story," Jungkook replied, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.

"And you know what else is a funny story? That whenever you say something is a 'funny story,' it actually isn't a funny story at all because you did something stupid."

Jimin was definitely still bitter about last weekend, Jungkook thought with a cringe.

Even if you had to puke, though, he didn't think for one second you would actually tarnish someone's carpeting by choice. You would probably keep it in for as long as possible; you were just too nice.

It was quiet for a few moments as Jimin continued to stare into the most inner parts of Jungkook's soul. Was he expecting a really good explanation? Because Jungkook definitely didn't have one.

Chewing at the flesh of his inner cheek, Jungkook finally said, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Oh, shit." Jimin's eyes widened in realization and bent over to pick up his backpack. "You're right. I gotta get going, but you better not let her puke on the carpet."

And then he was running up the stairs, brushing past Jungkook as he gave him a slow nod in confirmation as if to say yes, there will absolutely be no more puke in this house. He padded up the stairs quickly and then Jungkook heard his bedroom door slam shut behind him as well as drawers opening and closing. Then, Jimin was throwing him a nonchalant wave as he dashed out the door.

Setting down the glass of water on the coffee table for you when you woke up, a dining room chair scraped across the hardwood flooring as he moved it in front of you. He planned on sitting there until you woke up, maybe watching cat videos on his phone if he got bored, but then your eyes opened.

"You're conscious," he said with a smile.

After you seemed to realize where you were and that you weren't in fact kidnapped, you relaxed more into the couch. You still didn't look him in the eye, though. Instead, you seemed to shrink into yourself, as if you wanted to make yourself look as small as possible under his gaze.

"Jungkook," you began, your voice tight, "why weren't you there that morning?"

He knew that wasn't what you were asking. If you were any other girl, you would've asked why he could never think with his head or what the fuck was wrong with him. But he had to remind himself that this was you and you held no resentment towards him—all you felt towards him was sadness.

But he was sad, too. He would never be the type of guy good enough for you. Although he didn't mean to, he had hurt you, and he would do it again and again and again without meaning to. You deserved a guy who was waiting to meet you—waiting his whole life for you. He wouldn't need to change or be afraid that he would hurt you because he wouldn't, not even without meaning to.

Finally, your eyes darted up to meet his and he felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

"I'm so fucking sorry you had to see that." Jungkook swallowed, pausing for a moment. His gaze fell to his hands knitted together in his lap. "I didn't even— It didn't even register that... I'm sorry."

You sat up suddenly, then skimmed a hand over your forehead. Jungkook watched you carefully, trying to read your mind or what you were thinking. He knew that you didn't hold anything against him, but he probably wasn't your favorite person right now. When you wobbled slightly, he reached out to steady you. Instead of accepting his help, however, you leaned more into the couch.

That stung a little bit, he had to admit.

"It's fine," you mumbled. Your eyes stared at a single piece of lint on one of the couch cushions in an attempt to avoid looking him in the eye. "Can you take me home?"

Although Jungkook nodded, he was a little hesitant to send you home, especially when he could tell you still had a lot of alcohol in your system. He also wanted things to go back to normal and he couldn't do that unless you were sober, but he also knew you didn't want to talk to him.

"Y-Yeah," he said, standing up. "Are you sure you're okay, though?"

You looked lost in your own thoughts for a moment, jaw clenching.

"No, but I don't see how that's any of your business."

That caused him to raise an eyebrow, but he knew that he deserved that. If it weren't for the alcohol in your system, he was sure you wouldn't have said anything. Maybe this was the perfect time to talk to you about what happened instead of the worst; you would actually tell him what you were thinking.

He watched in silence as you pushed yourself up off the couch, placing a hand against your head for a moment. He went to steady you again but this time you actually gestured for him not to touch you with a wave of your free hand. Jungkook bit into his lip but held himself back. You managed to stumble over towards the front door before you had trouble opening his front door.

It wasn't exactly the easiest door to open since it had both a latch and a lock on the door knob that made it difficult for even people who were sober. He held back a chuckle as he walked over to you, but you had long given up on using logic to open it and simply used force by means of tugging at the knob. His large hand encased your own, steadying your hand in the process, while his chest ghosted against your back. With a flick of his wrist, he undid the latch and easily unlocked the front door.

You didn't look back at him or even offer your thanks, but he smiled down at you anyway.

The wood of the porch creaked under your feet as the two of you slowly made your way to the sidewalk, turning right to make the slow journey back to your apartment building. You were walking at least five steps in front of him and remained quiet, but he could be patient. He would wait until you spoke to him first so he wasn't overstepping any boundaries.

Although, you had already passed by two houses when he finally opened his mouth.

"Are you sure you're—"

"I said I'm fine."

He licked his lips, continuing to follow behind you nervously. Should he have said something different? Or would you reply in the same way no matter what he said? Before he could even think of something else to say, you were spinning on your heel to face him with an angry expression.

"You know what?" you said, breathing heavily. "I'm not. I'm a little intoxicated right now—" Jungkook snorted, finding your anger cute and charming for some reason. "—and so I'm probably going to say something dumb. Usually I wouldn't even be speaking more than two words to you but right now I don't give a shit. That's right. I know what that word means."

He went to open his mouth, but you just kept going.

"I'm fucking pissed at you. You knew I would be walking by but then I saw—" Jungkook cringed at that, knowing what you were referring to. He stuck his hands in his front jean pockets and looked at the concrete of the sidewalk in shame. "I know we're not even friends. We're complete strangers, but I figured you could at least keep your dick in your pants for even just one second because I thought— I thought y-you l-liked me like I like y-you."

His head shot up at that. That's what you thought? That the two of you were complete strangers? You two were anything but strangers. You had no idea what he was thinking or feeling.

"I do lik—!"

"I am talking right now, Jungkook."

He shut his mouth. It would be better for you to finish what you had to say before he interrupted you. The thought of you thinking that's how he felt about you, though—it was painful for him to stay quiet.

You stepped impossibly closer to him, so much that your breath fanned across his cheeks. "As I was saying... I thought— But I guess I was wrong." You lowered your gaze. It was as if you didn't want to see how he was going to react, as if you believed what you were saying was true but didn't want to believe it at the same time. "You probably only started talking to me in the first place because you wanted to stick your dick in me, right?"

Jungkook's mouth opened again, but then you said in an almost whisper as your voice broke, "Why else would you talk to someone as socially awkward and quiet as me?"

So you had that little respect for him that you just assumed he only saw you as someone he wanted to hump and then dump? He felt pissed at you, too. Before he could say anything back, you were turning back around and storming towards your driveway a few feet away. He kept running over in his head what he should say to you—that you were more to him than just another girl and that he had liked you the moment he first saw you—but then you were walking up the bottom of the driveway.

"Thanks for walking me home," you said quietly, throwing a glance over your shoulder to look at him but you simply stared at a patch of grass near his feet. "I won't be walking by anymore, so you can screw whoever you want wherever you want without worrying about me, if you even did at all."

Then you continued to wobble your way up the driveway and Jungkook's mind was made up.

You thought you were the coward in your friendship—or relationship because he still wasn't sure what you two were to each other. Who's the coward? The one who doesn't know what to say, or the one who knows what to say but is afraid what will happen when they say it? You weren't the coward.

He was.

"Wait!" Jungkook yelled after you. "Will you just—" It was like his legs were moving on his own as he raced up the driveway to catch up to you. "Fucking hold on."

You didn't turn around so he had no choice but to grab you by the shoulders and spin you, but then he really wished he hadn't because your eyes were red from tears.

His gaze flickered across your face, committing to memory every single pour and every single tear that trailed past your cheeks. His mind was made up now. He was done being a coward.

"I do fucking like you. I do but I... I'm not good enough for you."

Maybe that was the fear that held him back. But if he wasn't good enough for you, who was? Would anyone ever be or was that just something he told himself to make himself feel better? And even if you found the right guy, a small part of him knew that he still wouldn't be satisfied with that. Even a nice guy would hurt you somehow, but at least he knew when he was hurting you and he knew it wasn't good that he was doing that. Maybe he was good enough for you. Maybe he was enough.

"No one is good enough for you."

But maybe I can try to be, went unsaid.

He knew he was sounding desperate but that's what he was; he was desperate to meet you halfway.

"Don't you think I should be the one to decide that?"

Jungkook swallowed. "I don't... I don't want to hurt you."

"You already did," you said through a teary gaze, then pulled yourself out of his grasp.

Jungkook's lower lip trembled as you walked away. What the hell was happening to him? His foot took a step forward and then another, but he didn't remember telling his body to do that. He just moved on his own without thinking. He always did things without thinking when it came to you.

And then suddenly, he was shoving you into the fence surrounding the garbage bin.

"You're not..." He paused, eyes glancing down at your parted mouth. When he looked back into your eyes, he noticed you were looking at his lips, too. "...making this fucking easy on me, you know?"

And then his head swooped down to claim your lips—the lips he would kill a person just to kiss for even one moment. And you weren't pulling away. You weren't slapping him, kicking him in the balls for laying a single hand on you. Not that you would do that anyway, but you were kissing him back.

One of his hands fell from their place beside your head to skim down your body, admiring each and every last dip and curve of your hips. From being shoved into the fence, your shirt had ridden up in the back and he couldn't even fucking resist touching your bare skin there. He'd touch so many girls in so many places so many times, but touching you was something else. It was like he knew he shouldn't touch you but when he did, it was like a breath of fresh air. No one had ever touched you like this before. No one had ever kissed you like he was kissing you now. Maybe you had been kissed before but not in the way he was kissing you. With every lick and bite, he knew you could feel it, too.

Even thinking that, when he pulled away to tell you to stop him, all that came out in a raspy voice was, "I shouldn't be..." before it died on his tongue, him quickly reuniting your lips again. It was as if one he got a taste of you, he didn't ever want to forget it. Somehow, you tasted just like honey.

His hands glided up from the base of your spine to just below your bra strap. He pulled at your arms so he could feel all of you pressing against him and could already feel himself getting turned on. He was about to pull away, telling himself this had to stop before it went too far, but then you made a moan from the back of your throat; he was a goner. His lips trailed kisses from the corner of your lips to your chin, descending to your neck to kiss and nibble at the skin there. He vaguely felt your hands grabbing at the fabric of his shirt you could rip it into pieces for all he cared right then and there.

You let out a gasp and he pulled away, his lips hovering an inch away from your skin. His eyes fell to your cheeks that felt hot to the touch and your glistening mouth. He couldn't help himself when he leaned forward to kiss you again and again and again until he had to force himself away from you.

Your eyes were glazed over and, although he was purposefully keeping his lower half away from you so you wouldn't know how fucking turned on he was, it wasn't helping that all he wanted to do was spin you around, palm your breasts in his hands, and bend you over within twenty seconds.

Luckily for him, a car was pulling up the driveway and honking at the two of you. You pressed yourself against the fence, separating yourself from him, and it was like he could finally breathe again.

He pulled you away so he could maneuver the two of you around the garbage bin and let the car drive by, but then its headlights disappeared behind one of the buildings and you were alone again.

"So, um..." Jungkook started to say, "that was... something."

"Yeah..."

You probably regretted it—your first kiss was with him. In his own selfish way, he was hopeful that was your first french kiss. It definitely felt like it with the way you let him easily take the lead.

"I'm sorry. I—" He paused for a moment. "I've been saying that a lot lately, huh?"

You shook your head frantically at that. "It's okay! I'm fine. Don't apologize."

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused. Were you lying to him to make him feel better? That was definitely something you would do. He had to get away from you as soon as possible because every time he even looked at you, his eyes trailed to your wet lips and his thoughts went south.

"Are you going to be okay on your own?"

"Y-Yeah. I can find my way," you replied with a warm smile. "Don't worry about me."

He let go of your hand when he realized he was still holding it, as if you had burned him.

"I'm... I'm sorry for yelling at you."

He smiled down at you. "I'm sorry for kissing you."

Nervously, you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear. "Don't be. I... I liked it, so thank you."

His hands twitched at his sides, itching to touch you somewhere or to even move closer to you, but then you were moving around him to get to your building. Once you reached the door, you looked over your shoulder at him and he gave you a convincing smile, but then suddenly it wasn't enough.

He had to see you again.

Once again, his body moved without thinking.

"Listen... uh..." he started to say, scratching at the back of his neck. "Can I make it up to you? For kissing you and for... you know. I'm throwing a party tomorrow night. You should come."

"O-Okay. If you want me to come, I will."

He breathed a smile, then said, "Great. I'll see you tomorrow, then."

You nodded and he nodded back, awkwardly. You waved at him before you disappeared into your building and he turned around, quickly walking down the driveway.

"God, I'm fucked..." he mumbled to himself, already regretting inviting you.

As he made his way to his house, he already made plans to lay in his room and masturbate so hard until he could pretend it was you jerking him off instead of his own right hand. 

[sadrien]

what’s the stitch? | pt.1

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from the high school senior that brought you wanna chat? comes another chat fic that no one asked for

just so we're all on the same page, alya has the fox miraculous, nino the turtle, and chloe the bee. i latched onto this team of miraculous holders a while back and now i'm just throwing up random stuff. initially i wasn't going to write more than a small snip of this but @breeeliss​ is a horrible enabler (<3)

i'm still working on the dynamics for them, especially since they're still getting to know each other, so sorry if it's rough

anyway let's do this

18:23

Cat: What does this do? Oh COOL

Bee: what in fresh hell is this

Turtle: yo wassup this is rad wait lemme see…

Fox: HELLA

Ladybug: Chat what the hell did you do

Cat: Hey don’t blame me for being bored

There are fun settings on these things and I wanted to explore them

Fox: this is rad as hECK

Bee: i hate you all

Fox: this is going to be lit i cant believe i can text the crew through a weapon the magic whatevers that created these things knew what was up

Turtle has changed their name to michael angelo

michael angelo: hell yeah

Cat: Whoa what we can do that!!

Bee: this is going to be the most obnoxious chat ever i can feel it let me leave

Cat has changed their name to :3

Bee: holy shit let me out wait why the hell don’t these things have emojis i am personally offended

:3: Ah yes let me just call up the ancient gods and ask them to install emojis on our weapons

Bee: listen here you piece of shit

Fox has changed their name to foxy lady

Bee: can i give back my miraculous i don’t want it anymore

foxy lady: this is the best thing to ever happen

michael angelo: aYO

:3: I love it It’s like a less awful skype

Ladybug: Can we maybe try to keep this for talking about where akumas are?

:3: Hmmm

foxy lady: i mean we COULD

Bee has changed their name to beeutiful

beeutiful: ;*

michael angelo: yeah no way thats happening ladybug

:3: Its bonding!!!

Ladybug: Now I want to leave

:3: Awww join in on the fun my lady! Please??? Team bonding

foxy lady: @chat do u know how 3 get youtube on these things ive got videos to send

beeutiful: ummm what sort of videos?

foxy lady: ;)

michael angelo: if you send a meme ILL give up my miraculous

foxy lady: good we dont need u

Ladybug: Did you say team bonding??

:3: Yes that’s exactly what this is Duh

 6:13

michael angelo: well shit i really hope your kwami alert you of messages or something cause im actually going to use this the way its supposed to be used akuma at eiffel tower

 6:17

beeutiful: disgusting i’ll be there in a minute

:3: You’ll BEE there?

beeutiful: im going to punt you off the tower

foxy lady: i ws going to tell u 2 shut up unfortunate wheres the bug @

michael angelo: um??? backup??????? please????

foxy lady: OH right omw

 6:19

Ladybug: Ill be there in a sec

 6:48

foxy lady: i cant believe u all bolted like that i was gonna ask if we could do breakfast

Ladybug: I’m about to destransform, sorry! Ill talk to you all later but really since my kwami can only tell me that I have a message but not whats in it please try not to talk here too much I wont be able to tell whats important

:3: I can’t beelieve this

beeutiful: im literally going to rip your head off

foxy lady: everything is important anyway food i guess ill find some on my own then on my own pretending hes beside me :’(

beeutiful: @ladybug if you figure out how to mute this please let me know because oh my god

michael angelo: bro im just gonna snag a bag of chips before class

:3: Healthy

michael angelo: what was the last thing you ate cat boy?

:3: You’re going to judge me

beeutiful: im always judging you

foxy lady: oooooo

michael angelo: what are you a health nut or osmething cn?

:3: Not by choice

foxy lady: unfortunate

michael angelo: alright next patrol were getting super cheap pizza

foxy lady: and fries and milkshakes and possibly also hamburgers superheroing makes me hungry

beeutiful: ewwwww

foxy lady: dont like junk food???

beeutiful: no!!! its greasy and disgusting and sooo bad for your skin like who wants to deal with THAT

:3: Ok true I don’t have time to deal with acne

foxy lady: u both have unfairly perfect skin

michael angelo: ^^ true tho how do you manage that??

beeutiful: good genes and a fantastic skin care routine sure i’m naturally gorgeous but it takes a little work to reach true perfection

:3: So many different types of scrubs and creams So many that I could drown in them And also makeup Usually concealer and foundation every day

beeutiful: true my contour btw? art

foxy lady: thats cool but u havent seen my cat eye

:3: ;)

michael angelo: yeahhh makeup isnt my jam i suck at it 0/10 not attempting again

beeutiful: what!!!! makeup is EVERYONES jam i mean if you don’t like it whatever but with practice and patience you too can look as good as moi if you think you don’t look good with makeup on it’s just cause you’re not doing it right trust me

foxy lady: yeah bro if we didnt have these masks id totally do u up during patrol one night

:3: Add that to the list of things to do if we ever reveal our identities Makeovers

michael angelo: theres a list???

beeutiful: wait i thought we could never ever tell each other ever boss’ rules

:3: A cat boy can dream

foxy lady: do we think ladybug likes makeup

beeutiful: oh my god the most important question shit i’m about to detransform anyway check out my contour next time we’re out because it’s flawless

michael angelo: im out too ive been pushing it later dudes

foxy lady: and then there were two

:3: Benefits of using catacylsm at the end I guess

foxy lady: :P this miiiiight b difficult if we can only use it when transform eh w/e ill take what i can get

:3: Same honestly

 17:34

foxy lady: im bored and my actual friends are busy

 17:39

michael angelo: so we arent your friends then

beeutiful: i am not your friend

foxy lady: wow rude

michael angelo: what saving paris together doesnt make us friends?

beeutiful: as if!! being my friend is a privilege it’s like getting access to an exclusive club

foxy lady: soooooooooooo u dont have many friends then

beeutiful: fuck you i have plenty of friends

:3: Children please Ladybug is literally going to have my head

michael angelo: broski you were talking wiht us earlier

:3: Yeah but I didn’t have her glare burning holes into my soul the entire time

foxy lady: UR!!!!!!!!WITH LADYBUG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:3: Yeah of course I’m with Ladybug?

beeutiful: and why exactly were we not invited??

:3: Parents need alone time sometimes

michael angelo: oh my god

foxy lady: #rude #betrayal #urnotmyrealdad #ettuchatnoir #whentheydontloveuback

beeutiful: stop before i hunt you down and stop you myself

foxy lady: #fucku

michael angelo: question is lb seriously that annoyed

:3: She’s not thrilled Hmmm how to Got it

:3 has sent a photo [selfie of Chat Noir smiling and holding up a peace sign with an unamused Ladybug in the background]

michael angelo: well thats a look i never want to face head on

foxy lady: rip u id face it down if it meant i got to spend more time w ladybug

beeutiful: fangirl much

foxy lady: oh shut up i kno ur the same

beeutiful: oh do you????

foxy lady: ummm yeaH i remember our first day do u

beeutiful: shit

michael angelo: i like to block most of that day from my memories

beeutiful: no one asked you shellhead

:3: Children please Wait really?

michael angelo: ehhh i mean it was really cool and life changing and all that shit but also i embarrassed myself in front of two of the most awesome people ever so yeah

beeutiful: kiss up

michael angelo: listen my dude i was not ready to be a superhero before this the most exercise i got was climbing the stairs to my apartment and the occasional run from akumas

Ladybug: To be fair Chat and I werent ready either

foxy lady: !!!!!!!!!! she speaks!!! ok but ive been prepping to b a superhero since i was like 4

beeutiful: same actually

:3: I watched way too much Sailor Moon not to be ready But I still wasn’t ready Lots of face planting

Ladybug: It gets easier and you have chat and I for help You dont have to figure this all out on your owns

:3: True Doing it by ourselves was unfurrtunate

beeutiful: moment ruined

foxy lady: im tearing up thank u i feel loved

michael angelo: ok so who wants to teach me tricks to get out of class and work for akuma attacks because bru h

:3: Uhhhh

Ladybug: Um

:3: You’re on your own good luck

beeutiful: wow you’re a great mentor we’re so lucky to have you

Ladybug: Be creative in your lies and dont repeat the same ones too often??? But also dont get too extravagant because then its a mess and gets out of hand Now stop messaging here its annoying!!!!!!!!!!!

 19:03

:3: Does anyone have cheese?

Ladybug: Chat if this isnt relevant I will end you

:3: I swear it is!

beeutiful: umm yes why??

:3: I need some We’re out and I didn’t realize Could you meet me somewhere with it?

beeutiful: i guess if it’s that important? what kind

:3: It is that important Anything If you have camembert that But anything

michael angelo: how is this relevant

:3: Grumpy hungry kwami

beeutiful: i have camembert how do you not have food for your kwami?

:3: It’s been a long week sue me Tower in ten?

beeutiful: i can’t believe i’m doing this but yes you owe me whiskers

 19:11

foxy lady: thisll be the weirdest brush contact paris has ever seen

[portermeacham26-blog]

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They had dressed and sprayed air freshener, but the musky scent of sex still seemed too obvious for their father to miss. He had his feet up on the coffee table with Camdens head in his lap. Were fine, Jacob assured her. Dad came in through the kitchen. Molly heard the garage door open and scanned the room one last time. Camden had lovely feet, with perfectly pink nails. Jacob, Im gonna need you to run me to the airport and pick me up again on Sunday afternoon. Molly was sitting with Camdens legs across her lap and was tracing her bare feet with trembling fingers. Molly had painted those nails a hundred times over the years, but touching them now created a new kind of flutter in her stomach. The satisfied smile on his face made her chuckle. Jacobs eyes were wide as he glanced between Camden and Molly. She smiled at him and nodded. Hey, he muttered, sounding tense and tired. Im gonna have to fly out tonight to fix a screw up in Atlanta. You make a nice pillow. Camden sighed happily, then sat up. Molly was tempted to tease him, but something in his eyes seemed vulnerable just then. He whispered, Youll wait for me? Dad packed in minutes and by the time Jacob had his shoes on they were ready to go. Camden had sat up and was looking over the back of the couch as they came back into the living room. Oh, hey Camden, Dad said with a weary smile. I hope you fix the problem. I didnt see you there. I dont mind Camden hanging out, but no parties, no guests, and no drinking my liquor. Camden gave him a sympathetic smile. Sorry you have to work all weekend. Well clean up and get ready for bed, but well wait. Yes, sir, Molly and Jacob answered in unison. Its for food and emergencies. He looked to his two kids. Of course they will, Camden said. Ill tell Mom so shell know to keep an eye on them for you. Im sure Camdens parents will be happy to help you if you need anything else while Im gone. Heres a hundred bucks, but this isnt spending money. I doubt well even only hairy pussy pics leave the house. Jacob gave them a sly smile as he helped his Dad carry the bags out. Its just technical stuff, but I need to be there to see the problem and fix it. Im trusting you guys to be responsible. Now that she was alone with Camden, Molly felt butterflies in her stomach and couldnt understand why. Lacking anything intelligent to say, Molly asked, You okay? I expect to get change back with receipts. She paused for a moment as her face flushed pink. I never wanted to before. Yeah, she sighed and smiled over at Molly. Itll be fine, Dad, Molly said. Camden sat close and quiet as Robot Chicken played on the unwatched television. It feels that way looking back. I guess I always wanted to kiss you. Call us if you get worried. She took Camdens hand and ran her thumb across the back. Is it weird that I want to kiss you now? She shivered and chuckled to herself. It seemed like the clear categories of brother and friend had run together like a painting in the rain. Then when you were really getting into it, I suddenly wanted to taste you. Im changing the subject, Camden declared with a sigh. The picture may be different, but the colors were just as beautiful to her. Can I borrow some clothes? Sure, we could probably use a shower before Jacob gets back anyway. Theres lube in my panties and it feels weird. It never bothered me or anything. Molly got up and pulled her friend up after her. We were always kinda touchy. Molly turned the experience over in her mind. The dresser was crowded with cosmetics under a large mirror with pictures tucked in along the frame. Her room had white furniture with purple accents. They continued to hold hands as they went down the hall to her room. Molly pulled open a drawer and got out panties and long night shirts for them both. There were pictures of the three of them through the years, always smiling and always together. Camden had begun undressing, folding her clothes and placing them on the storage bench under the window. No, not to me anyway Molly said, feeling relieved. Her full size bed was unmade, with the purple and gold comforter pushed all the way down against the foot board. This is long enough to perm! God, I should keep trimmed but I never had a reason to during winter before. Getting a towel, she headed back to find Camden climbing up on the bed. Let me get Jacobs trimmer. She pulled her pubic hair in a fist to show Molly how long it was. Molly grinned as they bumped shoulders when they passed through the doorway. Turning on the buzzy trimmer, Molly focused on her task. He goes apeshit when I use it, but I imagine things may be different now. The first few passes got the fluff on top of the mons down to a reasonable size, then she pushed her legs open to trim along her vulva leaving enough hair so it wouldnt itch. Molly stepped into the shared bathroom between their rooms and grabbed his electric trimmer off the charger. Once she got the majority of the bushy hair out of the way, she realized Camden was biting her lower lip. Hop on this towel so I can keep the hairs out of my bed. Can you help me do it? Youre lips dont stick out, Molly noted as she mushed the skin around to get into the creases of her legs. It only took a few more passes to leave her neatly trimmed atk natural and hairy ready for a shower. Her strong scent wasnt unpleasant, but the combination of arousal, lube, and personal chemistry kept her from attempting what she wanted to do just then. Like when you give me a pedicure and paint my toenails. Just the opposite, she whispered. She blushed as she asked. Molly answered and quickly removed her own clothes, throwing them at the clothes hamper near the door. Like Camden said, the sensation of being sheared was more pleasant than she expected and she soon found herself biting her lower lip. The tingling in her stomach intensified as she climbed up to place herself on the towel. I told you it was nice. Camden asked with a grin. She wiggled her nicely painted toes and laughed. Lift up your knees, Im going in. Camden said when she noticed. The buzzing of the trimmer felt almost as good as the little vibrating egg shed picked up. Its just so interesting! Camden had a curious expression on her face as she felt around with her warm fingers. Im more pink, but I like the way your lips look tan here. I can only see mine with a mirror. Molly sat up and tried to see, but she couldnt contort herself enough. And I think your opening is smaller than mine. Camden trimmed down her labia and pushed her skin around to get the trickier areas. When she parted her inner lips, Molly looked to see what she was doing. After warming some on her fingers, she stepped back to the bed. Molly asked with a chuckle. Go ahead, Molly said as she watched, more curious than aroused now. Hold on, Camden said, then got the lube from the dresser drawer theyd hidden their toys. It felt tight and tingly, but then Camden started feeling around along the front wall. Like too small or just smaller? Camden took her first two fingers and slid them inside Mollys opening. That makes me feel like I need to pee, Molly said through clenched teeth. Molly put her hand out as Camden coated her fingers with a bit of lube. One hand rubbing up top, two fingers inside pushing here. See if you can find it. Mine swells up when I get close and pushing on it makes me cum so hard. Molly slid her middle and ring fingers inside, feeling along until she hit a kind of rough spot along the smooth front wall. I wanna see something. I feel like were two guys looking at a cars engine. The kiss warmed quickly as Molly scooted closer, but when it cooled again it left them both breathless. Camden stepped closer with an impish grin on her face, then tilted her head as she reached Mollys lips. Thats the spot I have to hit when Im playing with myself. We promised wed wait, Camden whispered. While Molly put their hair in the trash and the towel in the dirty clothes hamper, Camden got the water running in the tub to get it hot. Want me to scrub your back? They didnt waste much time to avoid the temptation of playing without Jacob. It does feel kinda nice to push there. Molly did explore a bit while she had the soapy wash cloth and enjoyed he attention she received as well. Camden was playing with her her hairy pits phone as she waited, sometimes sliding her toes to tickle along Mollys thigh. Just doing normal things like this felt exciting to Molly now. Dressed in Mollys panties and night shirts, the girls sat on the bed together while Molly stripped the chipped polish off her fingernails and applied a fresh coat of her favorite pale pink color. Camden kept glancing at the door while she rubbed lotion on Mollys feet. Molly grinned, then they both laughed at the situation. The silence was comfortable, their occasional touches sweet, but under it all was a passion that bubbled to the surface whenever she stared at Camdens face. Hed have called if something came up. It made her feel jealous in a way, but not as badly as she expected. With her nails finished and drying, Molly lay back with her fingers spread over her stomach. Yeah, she whispered and blushed a deep pink. Watching her friend worry, Molly recognized how strongly she felt about Jacob. She felt her stomach churn as she considered how to say what she needed to say. Their new intimacy had changed things, but if anything it felt warmer and deeper between them. Ive always had a crush on him, ever since we were little. Camden wasnt always assertive, but this was obviously something she felt strongly about. Wait for him to get back, she commanded. He really likes you, you know. Maybe we should call him. Hasnt it been too long? Camden was suddenly nervous, like she didnt know how to act. Okay, Molly agreed and shut her eyes for a moment. Hey, if you guys want some alone time this weekend, she started and was stopped by the hard look in Camdens eyes. Just then the rumble of the garage door signaled his return. I know its corny, but I had to bring you something. I mean, he paused as his flush deepened. She ran her fingers to show where she meant. How the hell did I get this lucky? When Jacob appeared in the doorway he had two small bouquets of three red roses with babys breath all atk hairy amateurs wrapped in green paper. Hey, he said, bluffing a mature air, but it didnt last a second until his cheeky grin appeared. She changed her position on the bed three times before assuming a casual pose next to Molly. I just spent an awkward trip to the airport with Dad, then a long trip home just thinking. And you, he said almost as a question. Shit, youre both so gorgeous. All my twin brothers get to sleep with my hot friend. Are you sure youre both okay with this? Rather than jump in, Molly held herself back and let Camden speak for them both. Weve been talking, Camden whispered. Im never gonna stop crushing on you, either, apparently. Being my brother, of course, Molly laughed. I know its gotta be weird for you two, but Im pretty sure we can work something out, cant we? He walked into the room and joined them sitting on the bed. Im never gonna stop being Mollys friend, even if things change a little from now on. And then you kissed me. Her flush deepened as she took both of their hands. Then maybe Im the weird one, because I liked it. He looked at Molly with his frown fighting his smile. In case you have almost any inquiries with regards to in which as well as the way to employ atk hairy kingdom hairy amateurs (their website), you possibly can email us at the website. Its kinda hard to get my head around, but I cant deny how hot is was watching you two. And I definitely liked kissing you. he shook his head and gave up trying to be cool. I mean, really kissed me. Jacob finally broke the silence when he said, Lets see what happens this weekend. Camden laughed and the tension was gone like it had never been there at all. Camden watched from the bed as Molly straighten her room. Molly got their toys and put them on her nightstand while the shower was running. Now that she knew how powerful the experience was it scared her a little. Molly said and took his hand, then looked at Camden. It is weird, Jacob admitted. In just one afternoon so much had changed. Me too, but mostly happy. In that case, go shower because I can smell you from here, Molly said as she pushed him to get off the bed. Penny for your thoughts, Camden prompted. It was hard to judge if it was better or worse or just different at this point. Jacob came in dying off with a towel. The three of them sat there with the roses between them on the bed, staring around at each other. It just flops around, Camden whispered. He was naked and his vigorous rubbing made his cock and balls bounce around. It was nerves, she knew it. Molly climbed back into bed and huddled next to her friend. Watching him had a hypnotic effect on both women. Oh, Camden exclaimed, nodding as she seemed to get it. I guess its not any weirder than running without a bra and your tits going all over the place. Fucking dance belts, Jeez that was torture. The worst was when Molly made me do ballet with her one year, Jacob said with a wry look in Mollys direction. I always wondered why you guys had to wear those if you had underwear. I have a picture of Molly singing into her hair brush wearing a towel with curlers in her hair. Thats why we wear jock straps. Then they all laughed about it. He turned off the lights in the bathroom, then turned off the overhead lights in Mollys room. Oh, yes, the threat of getting a full page ad in the yearbook is my half of our mutually assured destruction pact. The lamp on the nightstand offered more than enough light for him to climb into bed next to Camden with Molly on the other side. Camden clapped her hands and said, Please tell me theres pictures of him in tights! The full bed was cramped, but the three of them settled in together in the dim light. Molly pulled up the sheets, then made Camden her little spoon. Molly heard them kissing and grinned. At some point Jacob rolled over slightly and sighed. Jacob tossed the towel over the shower rod to dry. Camden scooted down to sit between his legs. I want to taste you, Camden whispered to Jacob. Molly was interested, so she rolled closer to Jacob and put her head on his shoulder. She snuggled against Camdens back and drifted off a little. Camden shot Molly a look of horror. She could tell how intense it was by how hard he squeezed her fingers. Her tongue licked down the front of his shaft as she took him in. His erection was growing as Camden rubbed him along his shaft with her open palm. Camden rolled into his side as he slipped his arm under the pillow. Beats me, no ones ever done it for me before. The effect on Jacob was immediate as he gasped, lifted his head, and squeezed Mollys fingers white. When she lifted it up and licked his head Jacob sighed and took Mollys hand. Camden asked, then slipped his swollen head between her lips. That is so fucking hot, she murmured when Camden gagged silently, then gamely kept on. Up and down, Camden took his shaft in her mouth as she watched his reaction each time she came up for air. Finally he gasped and sat up slightly, straining against some invisible weight as Camden moaned. Then kill me, he replied through clenched teeth. When she did that to me I thought I was gonna die, Molly whispered to her brother. Jacob had been silent for a while with his legs straight and toes pointed down. Her eyes began to water and her breath came in gasps as she tried to keep him deep inside for longer periods of time. Molly realized she was squeezing Jacobs hand just as hard as he was. It tastes better from the source, Camden said as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Molly moved her knees apart and lay down between her thighs. When he collapsed back against the bed, Molly touched his sweaty face and blew cool air on him as he panted. The warm musky smell of Camdens arousal made her mouth water. Sitting up as Camden returned, Jacob rolled over to kiss her and rub his hand over her breasts. Camden exclaimed, then reached down to grip Mollys hair in her fists. Tasting her friend was like licking a penny, all bright flavors of copper and sparks. Right there, oh yeah, right there! Pushing her thighs up to open her completely, Molly kissed her swollen lips while pushing two fingers inside slowly. From the noisy wet sounds above she knew they were kissing, but Molly didnt care. Ignoring the discomfort as Camden pulled her hair, Molly opened her mouth to rub the flat of her tongue against the top of her slit. Molly wanted to play and explore, licking the edges and creases, kissing her deeply to press her tongue as far as it would go, all the while massaging that little spot deep inside with her two fingers. Come up here, Molly said as she moved back to her side of the bed to let Camden come back. Camden must had had enough playing and pulled harder on her long hair to direct the attention where it was needed most. The flood of arousal increased, soon covering her face and hand with Camdens sticky emissions. Taking Camdens erect nubbin between her lips, Molly sucked and released like she was giving head to the tiny bump. Camden froze, her legs out straight as she alternated between panting and holding her breath. Following the command, Molly sucked the bump all the way into her mouth, rolling her tongue around it over and over. The frenzy continued as she flexed her hips until the pulses slowed, then stopped. Keeping a steady cycle of motions was more difficult than shed assumed. God, Im so hot right now. Jacob looked up at her with a half-grin that looked like he was proud of her for some reason. Released at last, Molly sat up to sexy hairy pussy girls look at her friend. She was focused on her friends pleasure and knew Jacob was as well. I want to say something stupid right now, Camden whispered. Wiping her face on the sheet as moved, Molly lay next to her best friend, kissing her softly while Jacob caressed them both. Camden uttered a long, low groan as she forced Mollys face into her wetness. Im not sure I know myself, Molly chuckled. Being with Camden clicked in a way kissing her old boyfriend Brian McCue never had. After the tender moment, Jacob whispered, You have to show me how you did that. As she touched her friends flat stomach she wondered what it might mean. Molly realized she wasnt as curious about being with a guy anymore. Her fingers felt like they were sucked in deeper as Camden tensed, then she felt the rhythmic pulse of her inner muscles that signaled her orgasm. It no longer seemed important somehow. She put her head down on the pillow with a sigh. Camdens scent was all over her face, her flavor was still in her mouth. It was more satisfying than anything shed done before. Camden was still running her fingers through her hair, rubbing the spots shed pulled so hard moments before. Come here and kiss me so I dont. After taking a deep breath and letting it out in a low hum, Molly said, Yes. She could tell Jacob was falling to sleep from his deeper breaths. Camden asked this time in the silence. She felt wet drops fall from her chin as Camden stared at her in the dim light.