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lovely runner hasnt even ended yet but i petition a season two alternate universe where SUNJAE time jumps instead
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Jenga and Jealousy
Pairings: Kim Hongjoong/Reader, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung
Genre: SMUT (MDNI 18+)
Word count: 12.6k
Warnings: choking, orgasm denial, Hongjoong is heavily tattooed and pierced, reader is a brat, unprotected sex (wrap it up, pleaseeee!), drinking, oral (F/M receiving), phone sex (sort of?), jealous Kim Hongjoong, pet names (baby, gorgeous, pretty, Kitten), Hongjoong has a Captain kink. Lemme know if I missed anything? lol
Summary: Wooyoung and San attempt to be your wingmen and invite Hongjoong over for a game night. Spicy Jenga makes for a jealous Hongjoong.
SPECIAL THANKS TO @mlwood1498 for helping with the spice when my brain was STUCK
âYah! Y/N! Weâre having a friend over tonight for drinks and games. You cool with that?â Wooyoung shouts from the kitchen where heâs making breakfast for him and San. You go to join him in the kitchen, Wooyoungâs cooking making your mouth water.
âI mean, I guess that depends on which friend, Wooâ you sigh, already knowing itâs gonna happen whether youâd like it to or not. He was only asking out of courtesy. âDid you make some for me, too?â You plead with a pout and big doe eyes you know he canât say no to.
âPftt, of course I did. I definitely donât want you in the kitchen. You almost burned down the entire apartment in your previous attempt to cookâ he says, rolling his eyes ever so dramatically. âAnd the friend is Kim Hongjoong. Ya know, the one youâre always eye fucking?â
Your cheeks turn hot from the blush creeping across them, and San howls with laughter.
âI do NOT!â you scowl as you smack Wooyoung on the shoulder.
He turns away from the stove to face you and sees your bright red face. âIâd say the tomato color you're currently sporting tells me otherwiseâ a soft, veiny hand coming to pinch your cheeks.
âYeah, Y/N. You make it so obviousâ San says through his giggles. âListen, weâre just trying to potentially be your wingmen tonight.â
âI dont NEED wingmen, you assholes!â
âY/N, when was the last time you got a good dick down?â Wooyoung is looking at you, an eyebrow raised, waiting for an answer.
âLook, I donât have a live in fuck toyâ your eyes motioning between him and San. âItâs⊠been a whileâ you sigh dejectedly.
âYeah, Y/N, we knew that. Which is why weâre trying to be good besties here and help you out. Even though you just called me a fuck toyâ San says, feigning offense.
âLooks like weâre getting Y/N some dick tonightâ Wooyoung lets out his high pitched cackle.
âI never even agreed to thisâ you whine. âAnd I think maybe you should pay more attention to your cooking than my sex life, before you burn the apartment down.â
âJust think about it, Y/N. Weâre obviously not gonna force you into anythingâ Wooyoung shrugs.
âDoes he even know the intentions of having him over? How do you know heâd even be down for it? And how would you even know if heâs gonna be a good fuck?â You shoot your questions to Wooyoung and San a million miles a minute.
âFirst off, Y/N. He has an idea of why heâs coming over. Second, if you werenât drooling like a dog over that man, you would also notice the way he eye fucks you right back. So I know heâs more than down. I just didnât want to give him any expectations, in case, ya know, you were gonna turn down some dick from the man of your dreams.â
Wooyoung always has to tease. God, you canât stand him sometimes.
âAnd as far as your third question, Iâm not going to go into too much detail on how I know. Just know that I do.â
After the three of you finish breakfast (which was amazing of course, living with Wooyoung was like having a personal chef) you head to your room and flop down on your comfy bed. You unlock your phone and open instagram to mindlessly scroll for a bit. Except the moment you open it, Kim Hongjoong is staring back at you.
You stare, open mouthed, at the insanely gorgeous photo heâs posted. His dark brown undercut styled perfectly. The wink, further drawing you in with his long, pretty eyelashes and the eyebrow piercing bringing attention to his well shaped brows. The simple diamond stud adorning his left nostril. The neck tattoos peeking from the collar of his button up. And at last, the part of the photo that had you thinking that maybe this night might not be such a bad idea after all. His pierced tongue poking through his perfect set of teeth and plump, shiny, also pierced lips.
You lock your phone and toss it across your bed. You scream into your pillow with frustration, thoughts of what Hongjoong could do with that pretty mouth flooding your brain. How good that sharp nose would feel against your clit as you ride his face, fucking into you with his (most likely) very experienced, jeweled tongue. The thoughts made the temperature in the room become increasingly uncomfortable.
âFuck, I need to get a gripâ you say to yourself as you push yourself up until youâre sitting on your knees in the middle of your bed. The bed that may soon be occupied with you and Hongjoong, playing out your current fantasies.
You rummage through your messy dresser drawers in search of something sexy and unexpected to put under the baggy sweats and sweatshirt you were planning on wearing tonight. After some digging around, you find your full body leather harness that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. This way, if things go right, Hongjoong will be pleasantly surprised. And if this doesn't go as planned, you donât look like you were desperate for his touch.
At the particular moment you decide to toss the harness onto you bed, Wooyoung and San decide to burst into your room, unannounced.
âYa, have yall ever heard of knocking? Scared the shit out of me! And what if I was standing here naked!?â
âRelax, Y/N. Itâs nothing we havenât seen beforeâ Wooyoung says casually, ignoring your dramatics. âBesides, the only person Iâm really interested in seeing naked is San. And maybe Hongjoong.â
San raises an eyebrow and side eyes Wooyoung. âYou canât be for real, Woo?â
âWhat!? I've heard some things and I wanna know if theyâre true. Thatâs all.â Wooyoung shrugs, as if thatâs something completely normal to say in front of your boyfriend.
âWait, what kind of things?â you ask, curiosity lighting you on fire.
âY/N, I already told you, you arenât getting a word out of me. And from the looks of what youâve got picked out, youâre planning on finding out for yourself.â He nods his head to your chosen fit for the night.
âIs that all youâre wearing tonight?â San seems a little surprised, as youâre usually not that forward. âKinda just screams âIâm desperate, come fuck me nowââ he chuckles.
âNo, you fucking dummy! Iâm wearing sweats and a sweatshirt over it!â
âAhh, get him with the element of surprise. Ok, I see you, Y/N.â Wooyoung smirks as he wiggles his eyebrows at you.
âWhat the hell did you guys even come in here for in the first place?â
âOh, we wanted to know if you wanted to go to the store with us to grab snacks and drinks for tonight. Weâre leaving in 5.â San takes Wooyoung by the hand and they head back to the living room.
You throw on a simple graphic tee and ripped black jeans for your endeavor to the store. You head to meet San and Wooyoung in the living room. âOk, letâs goooo!â
The entire ten minute ride to the store consisted of Wooyoung and San hounding you with questions about the evening that was about to unfold.
âSo youâre really about to let us be your wingmen tonight, huh?â
âWooyoung, I swear to God if you donât shut up. Iâm going to spend the entire night in my room.â
âAw, come on Y/N. I know Hongjoong is really looking forward to tonight.â San joining in on Wooyoungâs teasing as your cheeks begin to turn a rosy pink.
âUgh, letâs just go grab what we need and get back home. Iâm in desperate need of a showerâ you sigh as Wooyoung parks the car.
You guys grab a cart and begin filling it with an array of chips and candy. San tosses in a box of pepero.
You shoot San a questioning glance. âAnd what are those for, San?â
âOh, you already know Y/N,â a mischievous smirk spreading across his face.
You give yourself a harsh face palm and slide your hand down your face. They really were trying incredibly hard to make tonightâs tensions as high a possible.
Heading into the aisles of alcohol, Wooyoung picks up the cheapest, probably most vile option he could find for vodka. âThis should work!â
âWoo, thatâs literally the worst option out of everything here!â
âDuh, Y/N, itâs supposed to be a punishment, not enjoyable.â
âPunishment?â A perplexed look crosses your face.
âYeah, weâre playing a game with certain challenges. But if you decide not to follow through, your punishment is a double shot of this shit,â he says waving the bottle in his hand. âAmong other rules weâll explain when Hongjoong arrives.â
âWhy do I not trust this?â
Defeated, the three of you head to go check out with the massive amount of snacks and the bottle of alcohol youâve thrown into the cart.
Upon returning home, you help San and Wooyoung unpack everything and you rush to your room in order to get yourself prepared for tonightâs events. You definitely need an âeverythingâ shower.
You step into your private bathroom, and turn the shower on to a comfortable setting. Youâre going to be there for a while. This is the first time youâve gotten laid in at least a year. First impressions matter, and you wanted to make a damn good one on Hongjoong.
Stepping under the warm water, calming your nerves just a little, you lather yourself with your favorite vanilla and jasmine soap. You deep condition your hair (if his hands end up in it, you want him to enjoy the feel of your soft hair). You make sure everything is smoothly shaven. You hop out and lather yourself with your matching body lotion and wrap your fluffy towel around you to head back to your room.
Staring at the leather contraption on the bed, you realize youâve never actually worn this particular item before.
âHey, fuckers! I need help!â you shout through the apartment.
âSan and Wooyoung at your serviceâ both bowing as they enter your room and try to stop the giggles from escaping.
You hand them the puzzling pieces of leather and wonder why you even bother wearing anything at all at this point.
âI canât figure this out,â you whine, a pout decorating your lips.
âOh, Iâve got this!â Woo says ever so cockily. âDrop the towel, babe.â
Hesitant for a second, you remember that being roommates for so long, theyâve definitely seen their fair share of your body, so you toss your towel aside.
San and Wooyoung work quietly, bending, twisting, poking, and prodding you until youâre fully situated in the body harness, that does nothing to cover, and everything to accentuate.
Wooyoung turns you around to admire their work. San lets out an appreciative whistle. âIf Hongjoong doesnât fuck you stupid once he sees this, heâs insane.â
âOk, ok, get out now!â You hurry them out of your bedroom, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Hongjoong is supposed to arrive in a half an hour. Youâve got to throw on your sweats and sweatshirt, and try to relax and calm yourself before the man of the hour shows up. You busy yourself with prepping the snacks for the night.
As soon as youâve spread out the snacks, vodka, and shot glasses on the glass coffee table, you sit down, nerves finally calm, and the doorbell chimes loudly, startling you.
âHey, Y/N you want to go answer that?â San says cheekily.
âDo I have a choice?â you banter back, rolling your eyes.
You shove yourself off the couch and head across the living room to make your way to the door. You take a deep breath before carefully opening it, finally coming face to face with Hongjoong. He flashes you a smile with those perfect teeth and you catch yourself looking at the lip ring shining right in the middle of his plump bottom lip. God, those lips look so kissable. Heâs dressed in a black button up and dark denim Leviâs.
âHey, Y/N!â his voice pulling you from your thoughts.
âHey, Hongjoong!â You smile back as you step aside to let him in. He kicks off his heeled boots and sets them by the door.
He follows you into the living room, where Wooyoung and San are comfortably spread out on the larger couch, leaving the small love seat to you and Hongjoong. Nice play, boys.
âHey, Joong!â the boys greet in unison.
âHey! Thanks for inviting me over. Iâm excited to have a night to relax. Iâm usually so busy working on music that I just donât ever have time to do stuff like this!â
âOf course! Sit back and relax, man.â Wooyoung gestures to the love seat that youâre currently standing behind.
He plops down and makes himself comfortable. All three of them have noticed you still have yet to move from your spot. Hongjoong tilts his head back to look at you, his exposed, tattooed neck looking really suckable right about now.
âYou can come sit with me. I donât bite. Unless, ya know, youâre into that sort of thing? I donât judge,â he snickers, and again, for the nth time tonight, your cheeks heat up with blush.
You sit down next to him, hugging your knees to your chest, as thatâs your most comfortable way to sit. âDonât start your shit, Kim Hongjoong.â
âOoo, someoneâs feisty!â he teases, and you lightly smack his arm. Just from the slight impact, you can tell heâs got some impressive arms under his button up. San and Wooyoung are watching the whole thing unfold and canât help but howl with laughter at the exchange.
As the laughter from the two dies down, Wooyoung suggests putting on a movie. âHow about a scary movie, Y/N? Your favorite!â
You shoot Woo the most evil side eye you can manage. Your roommates know you despise scary movies.
Hongjoong notices the interaction and begins to taunt you. âWhat? Are you scared Y/N?â
âPffftt, no? Why would I be scared? Itâs just a movie.â
Hongjoong gives a knowing smile and youâre definitely going to make Wooyoung pay for this later.
San and Wooyoung get comfortable on the couch and the intro to the movie begins. Hongjoong decides to make himself comfortable as well, turning so his back is resting against the arm of the love seat, one foot on the floor, the other resting gently behind you.
âCome here, Y/N, relax a little.â Hongjoong puts his arms around your waist and pulls you to sit between his legs, your back resting against his well defined chest. He wrestles a blanket hanging from the back of the couch and places it over the two of you. He nuzzles into your neck and you can hear him sharply inhale.
âDamn, Y/N, you smell amazing,â he whispers into your ear, and the ghost of breath that tickles your ear gives you goosebumps and sends shivers down your spine.
You try to ignore your growing arousal at being so close to him. âPay attention to the movie, Joongâ you whisper back.
The moment you both focus your attention back to the screen is the very moment a scene makes you jump and you pull the blanket over your face, partly to hide your embarrassment, and partly from fear.
You hear Hongjoong chuckling lowly in your ear. âItâs just a movie, right Y/N? Not scared, my ass.â
You return his teasing by repositioning yourself onto your side and placing a harsh bite right to his bicep. His eyes widen just a bit, and you see the fire ignite in them behind his long lashes. He snakes his arm up your body and places his hand, decorated with tattoos and rings on your throat, not squeezing, but resting it there, and he feels you gulp.
His voice vibrating against your ear that is now resting against his chest, âMmm, so you do enjoy biting. You better be careful, Kitten.â he warns.
Through the remainder of the movie his hand stays placed on your neck, rubbing against the unmarked skin with his thumb. You hadnât paid attention to a damn thing that happened in that movie since he wrapped that pretty custom necklace around you.
The credits begin rolling and you receive a quizzical look from Wooyoung and San. âWhat are you guys doing over there?â
âSomeone doesnât know how to keep their teeth to themselves.â Hongjoong says with a cocky smirk.
âOh, yeah. That doesnât surprise me. She learned from the best, see?â Wooyoung giggles as he grabs Sanâs arm and sinks his teeth into his forearm.
âYah, Woo! What the fuck was that for?â
âSince when do I ever have a reason for biting? Itâs just fun!â Wooyoung simply says with a shrug
Hongjoong is amused by the quarrel between the two boyfriends.
âI have to agree with you, Woo. Itâs definitely fun.â You hear the mischief in his voice before you even realize whatâs happening. He tilts your head to the side and nips the bare skin of your neck. This elicits a moan from you and you quickly slap your hand over your mouth. âMmm, so responsive, Kitten.â
Wooyoung leaves the comfort of Sanâs lap, stands up and claps his hands together, pulling you from the trance Hongjoong has placed you in. âOk, whoâs ready for drinks and drunk Jenga!?â
âWhat the fuck is drunk Jenga, Woo?â curiosity coming through in your voice.
âOk, here. Let me explain. So me and San have taken the liberty of writing little challenges on each of the blocks. So when you pull your block, you either do what the block says, or take your punishment, in the form of two shots. If you knock the tower down, you must sit in the lap of another player for the rest of the game. The others get to decide who.â
âAlright, letâs get the real party started!â exclaims Hongjoong.
Wooyoung heads to grab the game while everyone else repositions themselves in their spots to have better access to the coffee table.
Wooyoung returns and begins setting up the blocks, while you try sneaking a peek at whatâs written on them.
âYah! Y/N, if you try cheating, Iâm gonna give you your punishment now!â
âOk, ok. Iâll behave!â Hongjoong snickers next to you.
âAnd what exactly is so funny, Joong?â
âYou saying youâll behave. That might be true. For the moment.â He leans to whisper into your ear âBut Iâm planning on changing that, Kitten.â The pet name made your head spin and your pussy throb.
With the game finally set up, itâs a battle of rock, paper, scissors to find out who is the first victim of the Jenga blocks. This of course happens to be you.
You kneel in front of the coffee table and steady your hands to pull out a block. San and Wooyoung know you are the worst at Jenga. Despite that, you expertly pull a block from near the top of the stack and internally face palm yourself.
âFeed someone a sipâ you read aloud.
San and Wooyoung are whooping with excitement and they both immediately decide that this will be a challenge for you and Hongjoong.
âYou ok with that, Joong?â asks San.
âYeah, of course. Iâm not a pussy.â he snickers.
You roll your eyes at his cockiness and pour a shot of the vile alcohol. Shot in hand, you straddle Hongjoongâs lap, taking him by surprise.
âNot so cocky now, huh, Joongi?â mischievous grin spreading across your face. Your free hand roughly grips his chin and tilts his head back, his eyes widening in shock as he bites his plump, pink lips.
âOpen up for me Joongâ you assert in a very seductive tone. He does as told, and you pour the shot into his waiting mouth. He swallows and lets out a noise confirming his distaste for the bitter spirit.
You press yourself against him and lower your lips to his ear. âGood boyâ your breath ghosts against him.
Wooyoung is loving your controlling behavior towards Hongjoong and is smacking Sanâs leg, trying to control himself from embarrassing you and ruining your feisty streak. You slowly climb off Hongjoongâs lap and reclaim your spot next to him on the loveseat. Hongjoong is still speechless and reeling from the pet name. After a few moments, he murmurs out a soft âfuck, Iâm in for a hell of a nightâ to himself.
âDidnât expect Y/N to give you a run for your money did you, Joong?â Wooyoung giving his best witch cackle.
âI mean, sheâs always so quiet and shy. But they do say those are the ones you should watch out for. I should have known better. Itâs ok, two can play that game, right Kitten?â Hongjoong shoots you a sideways glance.
You pressing your thighs together to help control the heat that is radiating from your core doesnât go unnoticed by him. Heâs not the only one in for a long night.
Next is Sanâs turn.
âSlap an ass. Oh come on, why did we even put this? This is too easy! Weâre all in agreement that this is a Woo and I challenge?â
âAbsolutelyâ you and Hongjoong agree together.
âHow do you want me, Sannie?â Wooyoung urges.
âHmmm, letâs make it a little more interesting shall we? Pants down and across my lap, Youngie.â
Wooyoungâs cheeks flush red at the request, but follows Sanâs orders and pulls his pants down enough to give San full access to his firm, toned ass, and climbs across Sanâs lap, ass in the air.
âAwww, donât be shy now. You know you enjoy the attention, baby.â
Wooyoung whines low in his throat at the comment and prepares himself. San gently rubs Wooyoungâs cheeks before pulling his arm back as far as possible and landing an extremely hard, loud slap to Wooyoungâs right ass cheek. He lets out a whiny moan at the impact and buries his face as best as he can to hide the fucked out look he probably has on his face right now.
âDonât hide. Stand up, pretty, let them see.â
San helps him stand and turns him around, ass on display for you and Hongjoong.
âHeâs not gonna be able to sit for like a week, San. Damn.â Hongjoong lets out a long whistle at the bright red, swollen handprint adorning Wooyoungâs ass.
âHeâs usually used to this shit by now, but like damn, thatâs an impressive one, for sure, Sanâ you add.
San pulls Wooyoungâs boxers and pants back up and Wooyoung kneels at the coffee table to take his turn. Wooyoung pulls a block from near the bottom of the stack, the tower wavering a little, but he manages to pull it out without incident.
âLick? Mmm, shirt off, Sannie.â
San quickly pulls his shirt off and tosses it somewhere onto the floor. He places his huge arms across the back of the couch and spreads his legs. Wooyoung drops to his knees in front of San and lightly runs his hands up his thighs to rest on his petite waist. Wooyoung licks his lips, and San looks down at them, adoring his singular dot that embellishes his bottom one. Wooyoung then takes his wet, slippery tongue and starts from Sanâs navel, languidly licking up the middle of his body. He runs his tongue right up the middle of his rock hard abs. He stands, tongue never leaving his boyfriend's body, and perches himself on Sanâs lap while continuing to run his hands up his body, rubbing his thumbs over Sanâs perked nipples, as his tongue finally reaches his neck.
San moans at the sensation and Wooyoung can feel his dick twitch beneath him.
âMmm, you like that, Sannie?â Wooyoung hums in his ear.
San takes a hand and places it on Wooyoungâs neck, pushing him back gently. âStop being a brat, Youngie.â
You catch movement from Hongjoong out of the corner of your eye, and you can tell heâs desperately trying to regain some confront from the bulge thatâs forming in his jeans from the Woosan interaction. And youâd be lying if you said you werenât absolutely drenched from watching them either.
âDamn, Iâm feeling a little lonely over hereâ teases Hongjoong, eyes dark.
âWell, itâs your turn next, Joong. See what fate lies for you in the Jenga blocks.â Wooyoung nods to the tower in the middle of the coffee table.
âAlright, here goes nothing!â Again, another amazing player at Jenga, Hongjoong plucks the block from the tower easily.
âBlowjob shot?â he reads with a raised eyebrow. âOk, so who am I taking this off of?â
âI vote Woo!â you and San blurt out at the same time. Hongjoong chuckles in amusement and pours a shot bringing it over to Wooyoung to get started on their challenge.
âYou arenât gonna back out Joongi?â you say playfully.
âKitten, I never back down from a dare.â Still half hard, he taps Wooyoungâs knee to get him to spread his legs enough for him to fit himself in between them and places the shot glass onto his lap. He crosses his hands behind his back and places his pierced lips around the top of the glass and tosses his head back, downing the shot effortlessly.
âDamn, that was fucking hotâ you whisper breathlessly.
You are a mess right now. And if the smirk on Hongjoongâs face when he heads back to sink into his spot next to you is any indication, he knows.
Hongjoongâs inked hand grips your thigh tightly, too close to where you want them, but not close enough. âLooks like weâre back to you, Y/N.â
You study the tower, looking for a block to pull thatâs not going to cause the tower to crumble. You find the perfect one and slip it out of its spot.
âBody shot! Ok, this one is actually kind of fun.â
San and Wooyoung give you a look and you already know once again that youâre paired with Hongjoong for this challenge.
Running his jeweled tongue over his perfect lips, he quips âBody shots are definitely fun Y/N. Letâs do it.â
You stand to grab the bottle of death from the table as Hongjoong lays himself across the love seat, hands behind his head thatâs resting on the arm.
âGotta unbutton the shirt, Y/Nâ he gestures cockily with his eyes to the neatly pressed button down.
You roll your eyes at him, climb onto his muscular thighs, and begin working the buttons, starting from the top. When you make it towards the bottom of his neatly tucked shirt, you pull it from his pants and slide it off of him.
The sight before you makes your jaw drop slightly. His intricately tattooed chest, and huge pecs lead you right to his perked nipples, each sporting a metal barbell. Your tongue tingles and mouth waters with the need to taste and tease them. Hongjoong moves his legs a bit to snap you back to reality.
âLike what you see, huh Y/N?â devilish smirk playing across his lips. âYouâve still got a challenge to complete.â
You can feel your body heating up as you slide further down to position yourself comfortably enough to pour the shot into his navel and take it. As you go to pour it, two things stop you in your tracks. The first, the dangly chrome silver star bringing attention to where your mouth is soon to be. The second, the sailor font showing just over the waistband of his dark denim jeans. The strength of your curiosity outweighs any rational thought, as you pull his waistband down just enough to see the full script.
âCaptain?â you quirk up an eyebrow.
âIt was a dare,â he shrugs. âAnd I told you I will never back down from a dare, Kitten. But, focus now. Youâre keeping everyone waiting.â
Without further hesitation, you pour the bitter liquid into his navel and very slowly and deliberately lap it up. Hongjoong removes his hands from behind his head, placing one on the back of yours as you continue to lick and suck, knowing damn well the shot is long gone. Hongjoong is fully hard as he grips your hair, gently lifting you off of his abdomen and looking through his long lashes, down at you with hunger filled eyes.
âI think itâs gone now, Y/Nâ he manages to breathe out.
âDamn Y/N, you trying to suck his soul out through his belly button?â Wooyoung pesters.
âYeah, you did a number on him just nowâ says San, having to add in his two cents, of course.
âI was just doing the challenge, like you guys saidâ you brush off their teasing as you clamber off Hongjoong so he can move his legs to give you back your spot on the love seat.
âHell of a way to do that, Y/Nâ Hongjoong spits out.
The rotation has made its way back to San who pulls a âdicks drinkâ block. All three men pour their shots and down them, less than enthusiastic.
âGod, that really does taste like shitâ Wooyoung chokes out.
âTold you, asshole!â you say, giggling at their suffering.
Next up is Wooyoung, carefully choosing his block as they are becoming fewer, and the possibility of the tower crashing down becomes greater. A playful smile fills his face as he shows the group the block reading âPepero gameâ. Wooyoung leans to whisper into Sanâs ear, and he definitely enjoyed what he heard.
âOk, since me and San have already decided, and majority rules in this game, Y/N, come here. Youâre doing this one with me.â Your eyes widen but you honestly arenât the least bit surprised. Wooyoung has always loved stirring the pot.
You raise yourself from the loveseat and head over to Wooyoung, Pepero already waiting in his mouth. San scoots over a bit, giving Wooyoung room to scoot over, so you can sit comfortably next to him. As you sit, your eyes glance over at Hongjoong for a brief moment, noticing his tense posture and the clench of his jaw.
Feeding off the fact that you know Hongjoong is becoming increasingly jealous, you take Wooyoungâs face in your hands, and the Pepero into your mouth. You take small, slow bites, the stick disappearing between your lips until theyâre centimeters from Wooyoungâs. You close the almost nonexistent gap between the two of you, and press your lips to his. The kiss starts off leisurely, but grows needy rather quickly. You and Wooyoung sharing moans into each others mouths. You partly blame the alcohol. And the rest of the blame goes to Hongjoong, for working you up the entire night.
San sees how hot things are getting between the two of you, and Hongjoongâs extremely pissed off expression that heâs trying unsuccessfully to hide, and decides to interject.
âAlright, challenge over you two!â
San is pulling Wooyoung back and your lips part with a wet pop. You both are panting, trying to catch your breath. In spite of Hongjoongâs jealousy, he is insanely hard, and is fighting every voice in his mind to take you right now in front of San and Wooyoung, and let them know who you really belong to.
You happily make your way back over to Hongjoong, knowing you have very successfully riled him up.
âHow ya feeling, Joongi?â
He turns himself on the loveseat, grips your neck in warning, cold rings giving you chills, pulls your ear to his mouth and growls.
âOh, you thought that shit was cute, huh Y/N?â
Gulping at the suddenness of his aggressive behavior, but being the brat that you are, you decide to see how far you can push his buttons.
âJudging from the way your dick is straining against your jeans, Iâd say you thought so too, Joong.â
âIâd watch your mouth if I was you, Kitten.â
âHmm, does it do tricks?â you say with a giggle as you go cross eyed attempting to look at your own mouth. Hongjoong lets out an exasperated growl and pushes you away by the throat.
He turns his attention back to the tower on the table and seals his fate for his turn.
âKiss. Hmmm, since Iâm the guest tonight, Iâm vetoing the majority rules.â
Thereâs a fire in his eyes as he beckons San over. âSan, come here.â
San opens and closes his mouth a few times, thinking of protesting, but heads over to you and Hongjoong on the loveseat.
Hongjoong stands just before San reaches him, and grabs San by the shirt and aggressively throws him onto the seat next to you. He knows youâre just as riled up as he is, and heâs gonna make you watch. Payback is a bitch. Hongjoong perches himself onto Sanâs lap and you and Wooyoung exchange shocked glances.
Hongjoong wraps his arms around Sanâs neck and begins lapping and leaving hot, wet kisses from his neck, to his ear, along his sharp, defined jawline, until he makes it to Sanâs lips. San is losing any ounce of control as he grabs Hongjoongâs tiny waist, as Hongjoong begins grinding against him, seeking the slightest bit of friction to help his raging hard on. San and Hongjoong are a mess of teeth, tongue, saliva, and throaty moans, and youâre convinced if Hongjoong was pantless, they would absolutely be fucking each other right here in front of you and Wooyoung.
Nothing can hide just how aroused you are at this point, a wet patch soaking through your sweatpants. Wooyoung doesnât seem to be faring any better. You know how much he enjoys watching, so this is torture for him. Hongjoong finally parts from San, resting their foreheads together with a breathy âfuckâ, and Wooyoung lets out a low whine.
âHaha, thatâs karma for you twoâ San grins, looking at you and Wooyoung.
âThatâs so unfairâ you squeak out.
Hongjoong slips off of where he was perched on Sanâs lap, allowing him to return to his very horny boyfriend on the opposite couch. Hongjoong notices the wet spot youâre currently dealing with and shows a toothy smile.
âJudging from that nice wet spot, I bet you thought that shit was cute, huh?â throwing your words back at you.
âFuck you, Joong.â
âOh, you will.â
You shoot him daggers as you go to pull yet another block from the dwindling tower.
âStrip and sit on someoneâs lap for a turn. Really guys?â you whimper.
âYes, really. And me and Youngie have already decided whose lap thatâs gonna be. Come here, pretty.â San motions you over. âAny objections, Joong?â
Hongjoong is balling up his fists so hard that his white knuckles are showing through his meticulously tattoos hands.
âNope, none at allâ venom seeping through his clenched teeth.
San and Wooyoung are fully prepared for what youâre wearing underneath your baggy clothes. Hongjoong, on the other hand, has no idea, and his dick is already leaking profusely. He throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to wait out your turn.
âCome on babe, lose the clothesâ Wooyoung provokes.
You swiftly remove your sweatshirt and sweatpants and toss them aside. In nothing but your skimpy leather harness, that leaves the best parts of you completely exposed, you settle yourself onto Sanâs waiting lap. Your soaked pussy is already leaving a mess on Sanâs pants, and feeling his hard dick underneath you is doing nothing to help matters.
âJoong-ahâ San coos at Hongjoong who still hasnât taken a glance in your direction. âCome on. Look at how pretty Y/N isâ San purrs right next to your ear, making you clench around nothing.
Hongjoong lifts his head from its resting place, eyes still tightly shut as he rubs his face with his hands in frustration. He drops his hands from his face as he hesitantly begins to open his eyes, letting out a long, deep breath in the process. The second his eyes land on you, every bit of sanity he was holding on to has dissipated. His dark eyes are ablaze, and heâs licking his lips furiously with his pierced tongue. His decorated hands head for his neatly styled locks and he begins pulling at them in want. No. NEED. He needs to taste you, to feel you. IMMEDIATELY.
âFuck, Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?â Hongjoong says with the neediest whine you think youâve ever heard come from a man.
Now that Hongjoong is focused on you, in an attempt to add fuel to both yours and Hongjoongâs fire, San places feather light touches across your body. Ghosting his fingers up and down your arms, your thighs, your sides, your neck. You shiver, despite the heat coursing through you.
âShit, my lap is wetâ San moans out, making eye contact with Hongjoong over your shoulder.
Hongjoongâs forearms are resting across his thighs, hands folded together, and if looks could kill, San would be a dead man. Envy is pouring off of Hongjoong in waves, and something about that is insanely fucking attractive to you. Wooyoung is whining and whimpering next to you and San, desperate for a tinge of attention.
San cups his boyfriendâs dick, straining desperately against his tight jeans. âBe a good boy, and be patient.â
âOk, my turnâ San says, completely unphased by the death glare given by Hongjoong.
He contemplates for a minute on which block to pull. He pulls his choice and the tower threatens to fall, but his quickness prevents the catastrophe.
âTake a shot, simple enough. Y/N, will you pour me one?â You slide off of Sanâs lap, onto your knees in front of the table to pour the shot, Hongjoongâs eyes following your every move.
San unconsciously clears his throat, yanking Hongjoong from his thoughts of you on your knees for him. Hongjoong glances at the man across from him, only to see the ever present dark patch now covering Sanâs lap from your leaking pussy.
You place yourself back into Sanâs lap, handing him the shot that he downs in one quick swallow, burning be damned. Hongjoong is running the barbell in his tongue across his teeth, giving himself anything to focus on but the sting of jealousy bubbling under his skin.
âItâs your turn, pretty,â San directs at Wooyoung. Wooyoung takes his pick, the tower is almost useless at this point, and you know at your turn, this thing is definitely crumbling.
Wooyoung pulls âkissâ and needily engulfs Sanâs lips, the latter swallowing Wooyoungâs moans and gasps. They disconnect with a wet smack, saliva still connecting them until San licks his lips. âMy needy boy,â Sanâs smooth voice says to Wooyoung.
Hongjoong is up next, beyond ready to be completely finished with this game of pure torture and takes the last logical option to keep the tower at bay. He doesnât even bother reading the block aloud, fearful his voice will betray the possessiveness heâs trying to hide at watching you on Sanâs lap, reveling in his touches. He simply tosses the block on the table and strips down to his boxers.
âAh, lose pants,â a devilish smirk taking over Sanâs features.
Your mouth is watering. You can see the imprint of Hongjoongâs huge, thick cock begging to be freed. You swallow hard and lick your lips, trying your best not to drool at the sight.
It is again your turn and you have no possible way of not knocking down the tower. You attempt anyways, choosing one from the middle, and pull the block out halfway before all remaining pieces tumble down onto the table.
âHA! You have to sit in someoneâs lap for the rest of the game,â Wooyoung shrieks.
âIâm already in Sanâs lap though?â Hongjoong shoots you a look that you can immediately decipher.
âNo, no babe. You have to sit in someone elseâs. San, send her over to Joong.â
San pats your strap covered hip, silently ordering you to stand. You stand, but hesitate to head over to Hongjoong, the glint in his eyes enough to send your full body into a mess of goosebumps. Wooyoung begins resetting the tower as you take slow, calculated steps towards a very angry, very horny Hongjoong. As you reach him and turn to sit in his lap, he grips your hips with such strength, you know it will leave bruises later, and you yelp as he pulls you down onto him.
Wooyoung almost has the Jenga game ready to play again, but you decide now is a good time to test just how far Hongjoongâs sanity has gone by wiggling your ass just slightly against his throbbing dick. He bites down onto the flesh of your shoulder hard, leaving a deep indent of his perfect teeth and you let out something between a sigh and a moan at the mixture of pain and pleasure.
âYou know what, fuck this!â Hongjoong finally lets his resolve break, and Wooyung and San jump at his sudden outburst. âIâm done with this fucking game.â
He stands the both of you up and roughly flings you over his shoulder and makes his way to your room.
âJoong, what are you doing?â You protest, hands flailing, trying to find some form of stability.
âWhat I should have done when I first got here, instead of playing that damn game. You think itâs fun to tease, Kitten? Just you wait.â
âHaha, oh shit. Sheâs in trouble,â Wooyoung says to San, failing miserably to hold in his laughter.
You reach your room and Hongjoong swiftly places you down and slams the door and clicks the lock in place. He turns to you, features insanely feral, grabs you around your throat, just enough to catch you off guard and pins you against the door. He places hot, messy kisses up your neck to you ear.
âI need to know that you fully consent to what is about to take place, Y/N.â You hum your approval in response. He nips the lobe of your ear, âI need words, Kitten.â
âYes, Joong. Please,â you manage between pants.
âMm, no baby, tonight itâs âCaptainââ he growls as he forcefully slides his leg in between yours.
You grind hard against his thigh as heâs kissing you like his life is dependent on it, hand still wrapped neatly around your throat. The mix of his lip and tongue piercing as heâs tongue fucking your mouth makes your pussy throb.
âLook at you, already a fucked out mess and you havenât even gotten my cock yetâ his whispers against your lips.
âJumpâ he demands, and you do as told, and he grips you tight as you wrap legs around his tiny, slutty waist.
He carries you to your bed and with no regard for safety, tosses you onto it. He pulls you to the edge of it, his arms wrapped around your thighs, as you squeak at the sudden movement.
âYou enjoy teasing, huh, Y/N?â he grits out as he rolls his rock hard cock against you, drenching his thin boxers in your juices.
He kneels before you as his hot breath tickles your core. âTwo can play that game, Kitten.â
âHongj-!â A sharp slap, followed by a bite to your inner thigh springs a low grunt from you and stops his name from escaping your lips.
âHow quickly you forget, gorgeous. I told you, itâs Captain.â
You prop yourself onto your forearms and with one arm, your hand grips his dark locks with an unnecessary amount of force, trying to guide his face to your dripping pussy.
âCaptain, pleaseâ you whine needily. He removes your hand from his hair.
âWhere has that cocky little attitude gone, Y/N, hmmm?â he mocks you, looking at you from between your legs, eyes hazy behind his long, pretty eyelashes. âKeep your hands to yourself unless I tell you otherwise. Whatâs your safe word, Kitten?â
âUtopiaâ you manage through bated breath.
Once he gets that final piece of information, he begins nipping the flesh of your thigh from your knee, almost to your throbbing heat, very slowly. You lay yourself back down as you fist the sheets in an effort not to place your hands on that beautiful man, who is determined to take you apart piece by piece. You feel his ministrations stop for a few moments, and you think you have a moment to catch your breath. Before you can take a full breath of air, his hot, wet tongue delves past the strap barely covering your dripping cunt. He groans as the taste of you explodes on his tongue.
He rests his head against your thigh for a moment and sucks in a few deep breaths. âFuck Kitten, you taste so good. Been dreaming about this for months. It's seriously been fucking with my head, you have no idea what you do to me.â. You stare down your body at him, trembling at the dark look he returns as he leans in again and drags the hard ball of his tongue piercing between your slick swollen folds.
Your head falls back and you arch as the jewel teases over your clit. He hums and groans as he explores you, his hands holding your thighs open in a bruising grip. âFuck Y/N the things I want to do to you,â he groaned against you, the vibrations of his raspy voice against your core driving you wild.
âC-Captain, please!â you whine.
âMm, what is it Kitten?â he asked, nipping at your thigh with sharp teeth. âAm I making you feel good, baby?â
âYesâŠbut please let me touch you,â you beg.
He reluctantly leaves his spot from the floor and towers over you as you scoot back to give him room between your legs on the bed. You instinctively wrap your legs around him as he grabs your hands and runs them over his body. He presses his body further into you and nips against the soft flesh of your neck.
âHmmm, you think you deserve to touch?â
âPlease, Iâll be goodâ you whimper in desperation.
âThen go on baby, make your Captain feel good.â
That was all the permission you needed before you wrapped your mouth around one of his pierced nipples, the metallic taste causing you to hum against him. You lick and suck his sensitive bud, also mixing in a graze of your teeth every so often. You make sure to give his other perky nipple attention as well, lightly rubbing your thumb across it. After a while, you switch sides, making sure each side receives equal care. Hongjoong lets out little pants at the feeling. He swears he could cum just from this alone.
Patience wearing thin, he grips your hair and tugs you off of his nipple with a wet pop, a string of spit still connecting you. He takes in your fucked out expression and before you can complain at the loss of something in your mouth, he returns the same favor to you. He bites and licks and sucks and pinches until you are a blubbering mess under him, back arching at an impossible angle.
âAwww, look at you crying, Y/N. Weâre just barely getting startedâ he mocks as he gently cups your face, wiping the tears that have managed to escape.
âCaptain, please! I- I needâŠâ you say between gulps of air.
âYou need what, Kitten? I thought I told you to use your words?â he grins at you with a raised eyebrow.
Heâs enjoying just how much you canât form a coherent sentence. You place your arm over your eyes to try and hide just how much heâs affected you. Although itâs absolutely pointless, because he knows. And heâs ready to break you.
While youâve had your eyes covered, trying to regain control of your breathing, and give Hongjoong a proper response, he is now fully naked in all his glory, standing at the foot of the bed.
âI need youâ you whine helplessly.
âOh, you can have me, babyâ lust dripping from his voice as he leans over you to take your arm away from your face. He kisses you, aggressive and hungry, and when he goes to pull back, you chase after his lips.
Now that youâre fully sitting up, and actually see Hongjoong, the sight you came face to face with had you salivating and ready to devour him whole. His hard cock and flushed red tip leaking precum, and just as pierced as the rest of his body. 8 delicately placed and fitted barbells, creating his Jacobâs ladder, and a Prince Albert decorating his tip. Your tongue tingles with a need to have him in your mouth. You lick your lips a let out a hushed âfuckâ.
âSomeone likes what they see, do they?â he says, a cocky smirk playing across his face.
âGod. Fuck! Captain.. I need it.â Youâre so desperate to have your mouth, your hands, your pussy, around his huge, thick, pretty length. You slide off the bed and you immediately drop to your knees on the plush carpet in front of him.
âSuch a good girl, so eager.â He takes your chin between his thumb and index finger, guiding you to look at him. âAs hungry as you are for my cock, you need to be careful, Kitten. Do you understand?â You nod your head and he grips your chin a little tighter.
âYes! Yes, Captain!â you blurt out before he can render you the reminder.
âThen go ahead and satisfy your appetite, baby.â
He lets go of your chin and your hand makes quick work of spreading his precum, slicking up his dick. He throws his head back in pleasure, finally getting a bit of friction. You place feather light kisses up each side of his length, and a few well calculated ones against his hips. His cock twitches, leaking out another drop, begging to be swallowed, and you smile into his skin. He feels your smile and he entangles his fingers in your hair and pulls you back from his hips. He tugs your hair hard enough that you are forced to make eye contact with the absolute demon right now that is Kim Hongjoong.
âIâm getting tired of you being a little cock tease, Kitten. Suck me like youâre starved, or I finish myself off on my own in front of you, and walk out, leaving your pussy dripping and empty. Or maybe I could go ask San and Woo for some help. I know they would be more than happy to.â
As much as the brat in you wanted to test that, the look in his eyes told you he was being serious, and your hole was begging for attention.
You run your hot, wet tongue on the underside of his shaft, paying special attention to each ârungâ of his ladder, up to his flushed red pierced tip and lap up the pearl of precum that has settled there. You finally take him into your mouth with a renewed fervor and the moan he lets out is purely pornographic.
âThatâs a good girlâ he pants, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail. The praise makes you dizzy and as much as you want to deep throat his cock, he never lets you take him in too far in fear that he could cause some damage.
You make up for that by making it extremely messy for him, allowing every drop of spit you can manage to coat him. The drool is dribbling from the sides of your mouth, and dripping off his dick onto the carpet underneath him. You can feel him throbbing in your mouth, and by the grunts and small moans you can tell heâs close.
Before he lets himself give into ecstasy, he gently and reluctantly forces himself from your skilled mouth and tongue. He takes one look at you and has to grab the base of his cock to stop himself from tipping over the edge. Youâre looking up at him with big doe eyes, mouth still slightly open, and your chin and chest soaked from the show you put on for him.
âYou just sucked my fucking soul out through my dick. Fuckâ he lets out in disbelief while he attempts to even out his breathing.
You stand on shaky legs, and wrap your arms around him to reach behind and grab his tight, round ass and pull him flush against you. You place little bites into the sensitive flesh of his neck, licking after each one.
His hums of pleasure spur you on, until you canât even take the torture anymore and you whisper against the shell of his ear.
âPlease fuck me, Captain. Itâs so wet for you.â
You bring one of his hands right to your sopping pussy and begin fucking yourself against it, hoping heâll give you what you want. He groans, long and low, at the slick now covering his hand, and without warning shoves two fingers inside of your needy hole. You let out a silent scream at the euphoria of something filling you after so long.
âYou want my cock? Beg for it, Kitten.â
He continues to fuck into you with his delicate but precise fingers, the wet sloshing of your pussy and your elevating moans filling the room. He sucks deep purple marks into the skin of your neck and chest. The bratty side is winning for the moment, you refusing to beg for him. His fingers find your sweet spot and curve into it, causing you to almost crumble to the floor.
âCome on, beg for it, baby. I can tell youâre close, youâre about to take my damn fingers off with how hard youâre clenching them. So bratty, that you wonât even beg to get your greedy hole stuffed with my cock, hmm? You donât need my fingers then, either.â
He promptly removes the fingers that were inside, abusing the spongy spot inside of you, and you do indeed crumble to the floor this time.
He looks down at you, the start of tears forming in your eyes from the sudden denial of release, and licks his fingers, being sure to drag his pierced tongue in between them.
âP-please, Captain. Please!â you stutter out, worried that if you donât, he might really not let you cum tonight.
âPlease, what?â he asks sharply, eyebrow raised, still cleaning his fingers from your arousal.
âPlease fill me with your cock and fuck me dumb. Make me cum on it. Please, please, please!â
âBed. Now. Face down, ass up. And I hope you know, Iâm taking no pity on you. The amount of teasing Iâve endured from you tonight doesnât deserve it. Playing with San and Woo in front of my face? Dressing like a little slut? Do you know how insane that makes me? Iâm gonna make sure Iâm the only thing you think of. Only me.â
His possessiveness only mildly scares you, but youâre too far gone to think about anything else but him fucking your brains out.
âOnly you, Captain. Only need you.â
You feel the bed dip behind you, and hear the loud slap before your brain registers the hot sting on your ass. You groan as he places another on the opposite cheek to match, your heated skin tingling as the pain morphs to pleasure. He continues his assault on your ass, voice a deep growl.
âYou wanted to piss me off, didnât you? You wanted me to be rough, hmm?â
All you can do is sigh and whimper in agreement.
He kneads your burning cheeks before running his hands up to your waist and grabs your hips with a bruising grip. He ruts his dick against you, coating it in your wetness, but being careful not to give you what you truly desire.
âDonât tease, Captain.â
âDonât tease? You mean donât do to you what youâve been doing to me all fucking night?â
He removes his hands from your hips, and one snakes up your body to pinch a sensitive nipple, and the other goes straight for your clit, rubbing purposeful patterns into the bundle of nerves. You jolt at the rush of pleasure and he hums in approval.
âYou really are so sensitive, Kitten.â
He dips two fingers inside of your pulsing pussy, and you immediately tighten around them. The heel of his palm is still giving your clit just enough friction. The fire in your gut is increasing at an alarming rate and he can feel your spasms around his fingers, and your legs trembling just slightly, and he knows youâre so close.
âC-Captain. Fuck, Iâm so close. Please.. donât stop!â you plead.
âOh, baby, I know. Like I canât feel you throbbing around my fingers, Kitten.â his condescending tone almost pushing you over the edge immediately. Except right before the knot in your stomach snaps, he stops.
âFuck!â You let out a strangled sob at the second denial of pleasure.
He chuckles as your frustration grows, knowing he is fully enjoying what heâs doing to you.
âDonât act like you donât want my pussy just as much as I want your cockâ you choke out into the pillow below you.
âMouthy are we?â He lands another harsh slap on your ass. A hand flies into your hair and tugs, maneuvering your head to the side, so he can get a better look at your flustered face.
âOh trust me, I do. But my will is much stronger than yours, clearly. I can do this all night.â
He definitely doesnât want to, but he can. Heâs so ready to be buried deep inside you, but he doesnât want to give you the satisfaction quite yet.
He leans over you to place hot, needy kisses over your back and shoulders, and his hands are back to play with your hard buds, rolling them between his fingers.
âCaptain, fuck. P-please just fuck me already. Iâm -Iâm losing my fucking mind.â Your final plea before you really do lose it.
âAww, how can I say no when you asked so nicely?â
He straightens himself up and pulls your sore ass cheeks apart, watching your wetness drip out of you as you flutter around nothing in anticipation. âShit, youâre so wet for me. Gonna drown Captainâs dick, hmm baby?â
âY-yes. God, yes.â you manage, barely above a whisper.
He teases his pierced tip at your entrance for just a moment, and groans at the slickness. Before you can voice your displeasure at the lack of dick filling you, he very slowly pushes himself into you. So slowly that you can feel every inch, every thick vein, and every single piercing finally engulfed in your tight heat. So slowly, so he can appreciate watching himself disappear and you stretching around his cock.
When he bottoms out, you both let out a lewd moan along with a breath neither of you knew you were holding. His long, thick cock is filling you perfectly and youâre fisting the sheets, trying to get used to the stretch. Heâs still, brows furrowed in pleasure, needing to give himself a moment before he moves, or he will cum. Very quickly, and very hard.
âDamn, your pussy fits my cock so nicely. So beautiful and tight.â
You reflexively squeeze him at the words, and he throws his head back with a guttural moan. Youâve had enough of him being still, enough of his teasing, enough of not being fucked into the mattress, so you begin to fuck youself back onto him.
âJust so fucking impatient, arenât you, Kitten?â He grunts through clenched teeth.
In a matter of seconds, heâs thrusting to meet your movements, pounding into you hard. His pierced dick is dragging against your walls in just the right way, a feeling youâve never felt, but itâs all youâll ever think about now.
The sloshing sound of your pussy, the slapping of wet skin against skin, and moans from him, and whimpers from you fill the room. The Prince Albert is hitting your sweet spot with every deliberate thrust of his hips. The Jacobâs ladder adding an extra layer of pressure to everything. You are whimpering and whining and drooling into the pillow below you. Hongjoong is panting and groaning, admiring how your juices coat his dick with a beautiful shine.
âNng, Captain, itâs so good! God, fuck me harder.â
âHarder? You want me to just ruin this pussy for anyone else, donât you?â
âPlease, please, please!â
âCanât say no with you begging me so pretty, baby.â
His thrusts do indeed get harder, every drag of his dick allowing that jewelry to make magic and hitting right where you need it, and kissing your cervix in the process too. The heat in your belly is spreading like wildfire, and you want it to be extinguished in the form of finally being able to cum.
Hongjoong can tell youâre teetering right on the edge again. And again, he stops right before you can cum.
âHold on, just a moment, Kitten. Thereâs something I have to do.â
âKim Hongjoong, I swear to fucking god!â Tears are streaming down your face at this point from now being pulled from your orgasm for the third time tonight. You find the strength to push yourself up onto your forearms, catching your breath from dropping from your denied high so quickly.
âWho is Hongjoong, baby?â he lightly giggles as he reaches for his phone on the nightstand, his hard dick still nestled inside of you. He places a FaceTime call, and leans over you to set his phone on the shelf in the headboard.
The call picks up, and itâs San on the other end. Your mouth drops in shock.
âI just wanted you to see me ruin her for the shit sheâs pulled tonight.â Hongjoong says simply.
âLooks like we both had the same idea in dealing with our brats tonight.â
You watch San moving around, clearly trying to find somewhere to set his phone, and when he leans back from in front of his camera, thereâs Wooyoung. In the same state you are. Youâre both matching positions, fucked out faces, and tear ridden cheeks.
Thereâs a silent exchange between San and Hongjoong, but by watching San on Hongjoongâs phone you can definitely tell theyâre communicating something.
âLook at you two, so pretty for us.â San coos.
In perfect sync, both San and Hongjoong reach under you and Wooyoung, placing their hands on your throats and pushing you up to sit on your knees, backs flush to their chests.
âWeâre all going to watch you two fall apart on our cocks. Howâs that sound?â the mischief thick in Hongjoongâs voice.
You and Wooyoung both let a small whimper escape as you make eye contact with each other, knowing youâre absolutely fucked. Hongjoong fits even more snug inside you from this angle and it has you gasping for breath, and dropping your head.
âYoungie, youâre gonna watch Y/N, and Y/N youâre gonna watch Youngie. Understood?â San says with authority that makes both you and Wooyoung shiver.
Wooyoung immediately answers with a soft âyesâ. You, however, are silent for a beat too long for Hongjoongâs liking, and he clutches your face, lifting you head to look at San and Wooyoung through the lit up screen.
âSan asked you a question, Y/N. I believe he expects an answerâ he snarls in your ear.
âY-yes, San.â you breathe out.
âIf only she was half as behaved as Youngie, she could have cum already. Three times.â
You knit your eyebrows together in irritation, remembering how many times you've been denied your release, and at the fact that Hongjoongâs dick is sitting heavily inside of you, but heâs not moved an inch since he and San have co-conspired against you and Wooyoung.
San laughs loudly at Hongjoongâs statement.
âYou think my little Woo here is behaved? You think heâs got my cock in his tight ass, and his dick pretty and leaking, and tears running down his face because heâs been a good boy? You forget, he was being just as much of a tease as Y/N was tonight, Joong.â
âShit. Woo looks pretty like thatâ you mumble. Hongjoong definitely still manages to hear you.
âI agree, Kitten. And so do you. Isnât that right, Woo?â
âSo fucking prettyâ Woo huffs.
âThink itâs time we teach them a lesson, San?â
You see the devilish grin appear on Sanâs face and you know Hongjoong has one to match.
Hongjoong thrusts into you incredibly hard, and you choke on a sob as the wind is knocked from your lungs. If it hadnât been for his pretty tattooed hand around your throat, you would have fallen forward, face first into the bed.
He continues his relentless abuse on your pussy, your slick dripping down your thighs and making a puddle on the sheets below. His pierced tip hitting your sweet spot, and the others raking your walls with each well placed snap of his hips. The noises heâs eliciting from you have become very loud and very lewd. He lets go of your neck and with the next thrust that gives him an opportunity to shove his fingers into your parted mouth, he does just that.
âSuck âem, baby. Make âem nice and wet for me.â
You give his fingers the same attention you gave his dick earlier, spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, cascading down your chin and chest. His unoccupied hand goes to tease a nipple, collecting some of your saliva along the way to make it wet. Your eyes flutter shut for a brief moment at the pleasure lighting every nerve in your body on fire.
âS-Sannie, please. I-I canât. Too much, need to cum!â Wooâs high pitched pleas snap your eyes back open. You were supposed to be watching him, and hoped that Hongjoong hadnât noticed your temporary disobedience.
âYouâll come when I say you can, pretty.â Sanâs voice is gruff as he ruts into Wooyoung, almost animalistic.
Wooyoungâs precum has left a wet patch on the bed in front of him. San reaches around and grabs Wooyoungâs wet, red, and angry cock, and begins stroking him at a tortuous pace. He places soft kisses along his shoulders and neck. Wooyoung is sniveling as San takes his free hand and wipes the tears streaming down his face.
âCome on, you can take it, baby. Show them what a good boy you are.â
Sanâs praise and Wooyoungâs sobs made you tighten even more around Hongjoong, releasing sobbing moans of your own against his fingers.
âSuch a good girl for me, Y/N. Taking everything I give you. So wet and so tight, just for me, hmm baby?â
He slides his fingers from your mouth, and runs his hand down your stomach, pressing on the bulge there formed by his cock that youâd only just noticed. You canât even string together enough words right now to form a sentence if you wanted to. Hongjoong hmphs at your inability to answer.
âThis is what you wanted right? To be fucked dumb on my cock?â His voice is tight, and from his even faster pace, you can tell heâs close. All you can do is frantically nod at his words.
San looks just as close to cumming as Hongjoong feels. Hongjoongâs hand leaves your stomach and brings it straight to your clit with just the right amount of pressure and pace to have your eyes rolling back and your mind going blank.
âCaptain, fuck. I-I canât. Please. Please let me cum!â
San is vigorously stroking Wooyoung and you can see him struggling against San from his overstimulation. You and Wooyoung are both seconds from cumming and if they donât let you this time, youâre sure youâre going to pass out. You and Wooyoung flick your eyes back to each other, as San and Hongjoong place a hand on each of your throats, putting just enough pressure to make your heads spin, but not enough that you canât breathe. They speed up even faster against your clit, and Wooyoungâs dick. Both of your breathing is uneven, chests heaving, and nothing can control the sobs and moans that escape the both of you.
âCum for me, Youngie.â
âCum for me, Y/N.â
You and Wooyoung look right into each other's eyes as you convulse and cum around Hongjoong and Sanâs cocks. You string along a chant of âCaptainâ and a few choice words as stars dance around your vision as it goes white. Your pulse is pounding in your ears, and the already arousal stained sheets double in their pool of wetness as you squirt. Wooyoungâs garbled moan of Sanâs name joins yours of the Captainâs as thick, white, seemingly never ending ropes of cum spurt from Wooyoungâs cock.
The sight of you two falling apart for them, had them following seconds behind you. You were a rag doll as this point, as Hongjoong continued to fuck into you, chasing his own pleasure. After a few more quick, sharp thrusts, he cums with a long, whiny moan as he sinks his teeth into your bare shoulder.
San fills Wooyoungâs ass as he cums with a resounding growl, burying his face into Wooyoungâs neck. After a few moments, he pulls out and gently lowers an exhausted Wooyoung into a clean spot on the bed.
Hongjoong does the same with you, and your eyes close as soon as your head hits the pillow. You can hear San and Hongjoong whispering to each other, barely able to make sense of their words. Until you hear âWeâll have to do this again, minus the phones.â
San hums in agreement. âI think thatâs an amazing idea, Joong.â
âWeâd better go take care of our good little babies. Weâll talk in more detail later, San.â They say their goodbyes and hang up.
Hongjoong grabs the water bottle and fruit snacks from the nightstand next to you.
âSit up for me baby, you need this.â
He sits in front of you and helps you sit up and unscrews the cap off the water bottle and brings it to your lips. You gulp it down like youâve been stuck in the desert with no water for 3 days.
âGood girl, eat these too.â he says as he feeds you your favorite fruit snacks. You hadnât even seen him prepare all of this beforehand, and you smile contentedly as his care.
As your brain clears, you take his hands and interlace your fingers with his.
âThat was amazing.â
He cups your face and flashes his toothy grin at you. âIâm glad you enjoyed it. I wasnât too rough? Youâre ok?â
âJoongi, you were perfect. Iâm ok, I promise. We put a safe word in place for a reason.â
âIndeed we did.â he laughs lightly. âIâll be right back, Iâm going to go run us a bath, weâre a mess.â
His naked form heads to the en suite bathroom and fills the tub with water just hot enough to relax the two of you, but not enough to be uncomfortable. He pours a splash of lavender oils and bubbles into it and swirls them around.
He returns to you on the bed with a warm washcloth and gently cleans you up a bit before he scoops you up bridal style and carries you to the bath.
He carefully sets you down, letting you test the steadiness of your legs, before he begins ridding you of the body harness. Once heâs finished and tossed it to the side, he lends you his arm so you can step into the bath. You sigh deeply, the hot water relaxing your sore body. Hongjoong clambers in after you and makes himself comfortable behind you.
You rest your head on his shoulder and he circles his arms around your waist as he litters your face and neck with soft, tender kisses. You giggle, and you can feel him smile into one of his kisses.
âYouâre perfect, Y/N, do you know that?â
âNahh, far from it. But you, Kim Hongjoong? You just might be.â
âPfft, absolutely not, baby. But for you Iâd try to be.â He sees the bite mark he left on you and kisses it, satisfied that youâll have a reminder of him, even if for a little while. âLooks good on you. Iâll be sad when itâs gone.â he says without even thinking.
âYou could always make more, you know.â
He blinks and shakes his head. âSorry, didnât realize I said that out loud.â
You laugh at his realization. âBut you did, and I meant what I said.â
You two fall into deep conversation, talking about dreams and aspirations, what you hope your future to look like, past relationships, family, anything that comes to mind, until the water turns cold. You begin to shiver a bit and that puts Hongjoong into motion.
He climbs out of the tub and you pout and the loss of him around you.
âCome here, itâs cold now, letâs get you into some comfy PJs.â
You take his hand and follow him and he dries you off as best as he can. He dresses you both in a fluffy robe to head back into the room. He urges you to sit on the bed while he rummages through your dresser to find something for you to wear.
âAh ha! Here we go!â he says triumphantly as he heads to you with a matching purple silk pajama set.
âThere should at least be some sweats in there for you thatâll fit that tiny little waist of yours, Captain.â you say playfully. He fishes those out as well, and heads back to you on the bed.
âIâm capable of dressing myself, Joong.â you say through tiny giggles as he helps you into your pajamas.
âYeah, I know, but like⊠I just wanted to help. Sue me.â he retorts, acting like he is truly offended.
He gets onto the opposite side of bed and pulls you to him, laying you both down, clutching you tightly to his chest. He tucks you both into your down comforter and nuzzles into your neck.
âSo warm.â he whispers into your neck. If he were a cat, youâre damn sure he would be purring right now.
âHey, so whatâs this I heard you talking about with Sannie? Something about doing this again? Without the phones? I was kind of out of it, but I think thatâs what I heard?â
âShit, I definitely thought you were asleep. But I mean, I would like to explore the option, if all parties involved are in agreement.â
âYouâll hear no objections from me!â
Just then your phone dings.
Wooyoungieeee
Holy shit, that was amazing. We should make out and piss them off more often ;)
You type out your response to him rather quickly
I think that might be in the plans, Woo lol
âWell, Woo is downâ you show Hongjoong your text from him.
âAnd clearly so are San and I. So that settles that then. We are absolutely putting down some ground rules for you two naughty brats, though.â he showers your cheek with kisses.
âOk baby,â he says with a yawn, his hand on your stomach under your pajama shirt rubbing little comforting circles, âI know weâre both exhausted, you especially. Letâs get some sleep. We can talk more about all of that tomorrow.â
âOk, Joongi. Thank you again for tonight, and thank you for taking care of me.â
âThatâs not something you ever have to thank me for, but you are more than welcome, baby.â
You let out a content sigh at the warmth and comfort from Hongjoong wrapped around you. You can hear his breathing slow and even, and that is what finally lulls you to sleep.
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âwhat the fuck do you two think youre doing?â
shit, you think, you didnt notice the balcony door had been slid open until you heard the voice of one of your brothers. you start to pull away from sunaâs lips which earns you a small whine from his end, his grip tightens around you and honestly it its quite cute the way he is trying so hard to savour the moment. âcome back later, weâre kinda busy.â the boy mutters before trying to move your face away from the distraction so that he can kiss you once more.
âsuna you get your hands off of her right now, i dont give a fuck that its your birthday.â osamu pipes up, he looks furious and a little bit disgusted, if it hadnt been for the situation youre in right now you would think its kind of funny.
âsamu lay off him, it was a mutual agreement, im just as guilty as he is ok?â that does not seem to help the boys understand, if anything they seem even more angry with you both.
âwhat the fuck do you mean it was a mutual agreement? are you two hooking up or something? yn he just turned 18 a few hours ago are you forgetting that?â atsumu says, he is rambling on with every excuse he can think of as to why this is âso wrongâ, from the corner of your eye you can see suna trying so very hard to hide the grin that is creeping its way onto his face, his hands still all over you despite the fact that you arent alone anymore.
âlisten, it was his birthday wish ok? i swear it didnât mean anything,â sunas grip begins to loosen ever so slightly, âi just though it would get him off my back and get him over his little crush on me.â sunaâs facial expression shifts but you choose to ignore it, you have bigger problems to deal with at the moment.
âno this is not ok, how would you feel if me or samu kissed one of your friends because it was their birthday wish?â
âthatâs different, why would my friends want to kiss either of you?â
âexcuse me? ill have you know that many women want to kiss me! and dont think youre getting off the hook either suna, ill make sure you never-â you dont even want to hear the threat that is about to come out of his mouth, you just want to get out of this shitty situation.
âboys please, just give us five minutes to talk and then we will be back inside ok? i promise.â your efforts to plead with your brothers finally work.
ââŠfine,â atsumu mumbles, âbut this better be a one time thing. im not gonna deal with you two being all lovey dovey around me.â and with that he lightly tugs on osamuâs sleeve, signalling him to walk back inside and continue the party. he closes the balcony door but not before bringing two fingers up to his eyes and then pointing them at the two of you. its a warning.
you turn back to suna and notice the sad look on his face - he looks kinda cute like this, âso, what do-â.
âdid you really mean what you just said to them?â the poor boy looks heartbroken, after waiting three years to finally have a chance with the girl he loves wants the moment is ruined like that? âdid you actually just do that so i would leave you alone?â his hands fully leave your body now and he takes a step back to put some distance between you two.
âwell i mean sort of yeah⊠ive never looked at you in any way other than my brothers best friend if im going to be honest, i dont know if thats because of the age difference or what but ive never thought we could be anything.â the look of hurt is prominent on his face no matter how hard he tries to hide it, normally playful banter would have been thrown back and forth between the two of you but rintarou just stays silent, an indication that youve fucked up.
âlisten suna i dont know what you want me to say, i wasnt really thinking when i said that to atsumu it just came out. i am 4 years older than you and many people would not approve of us if i decided to give you a chance.â
âwho cares? i could treat you so right if you would just let me. i have waited entirely too long for this moment, all im asking for is one date.â
âyou said that about the kiss too, one thing is never enough with you is it? you always need more.â a playful smile creeps onto your face which is outshined by the one on sunas, he knows that your smile means that you agree to go on a date with him.
âi really hope you arent fucking with me right now, that would be so cruel, especially on my birthday.â
âoh give the birthday excuse a rest now will you? you dont need to keep on at me you have already got what you want.â
âmhm i absolutely have,â he walks closer and once again wraps his arms around you, placing a hand under your jawbone to make you look up at him, âand i couldnt be happier.â he states as he pulls you in for a passionate kiss once more <3
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DONT YOU UNDERSTAND?
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pairing: husband!fyodor x reader
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cw: DARK CONTENT AHEAD!! 18+, MINORS DNI. noncon, drugging, forced breeding, lots of breeding/pregnancy talk, vaginal sex, not enough foreplay, fyodor is evil!!
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Dizzy â youâre so fucking dizzy. The room is spinning, your vision is dark and fuzzy around the edges, and you have no clue if youâre sitting or standing up currently. Because, worst of all, every part of your body is numb. You canât move. Â
All you can see is the normally gentle, sweet face of your lover thatâs now marred with an expression one can only describe as evil.
You want to reach out, ask him whatâs wrong, whatâs happening, but you canât. All movement and speech have been rendered impossible, due to the teacup that lay shattered on the ground, bathed in the liquid that made you like this.
It was completely normal, a routine at this point, to sit in the living room with Fyodor in front of the lit fireplace sipping tea out of teacups from his beloved collection of fine china. The tea varied â chamomile, earl gray, mint, oolong, just plain green. And the activities often varied as well. Sometimes teasing and laughing over a card game, sometimes long, difficult discussions about the future with stoic faces, and sometimes just comfortable silence. The night before you had been discussing marriage and children. But it was always just you and Fyodor with cups of tea.
This had been a night like every other, though conversation remained at a minimum. Jasmine tea as the fire roared a little hotter than usual. What differed was how the tea started to make you feel. It was slow enough that you wouldnât push away the cup or become unable to drink the whole serving, but fast enough that once it came on, you couldnât stop it â it was too late.
And now you lay limp in Fyodorâs arms as he laid you down on the chaise lounge you had been resting on with your cup of tea â the one had fallen to the ground once your strength had started to fade.
âW-wha-â you manage to get out, your vocal cords and lips fighting against whatever was paralyzing them.
âShhh,â Fyodor soothes, petting your hair as he hovers over you. âThis is for the good of our family, my love.â
Your slack face slightly contorts into a look of confusion as your fuzzy mind tries to make sense of his words, barely noticing the way he tugged down your pants until his fingertips circled around your clit lightly. Somehow you could feel that. You attempted to jerk away from the touch, but your body once again failed you.
âOh, my love, donât you remember?â he tuts before spitting on his fingers and prodding at your hole. He had little interest in foreplay right now. âDonât you understand? How you saying you âdidnât want kids anymoreâ was completely unacceptable.â
It suddenly starts to click, even in your fucked mind. The way Fyodorâs jaw tightened, and smile faded during your discussion last night when you admitted that you didnât see kids in your future. You had paid little mind to his disappointed âohâ. But clearly, he hadnât let go.
One finger pushes past your still tight ring of muscle, making you grunt. âIn case you donât, in case the drug has addled your conscience too much, I shall explain.â Another finger sinks in. âWe will be having children. At least three, to be exact. You will be getting pregnant, and hopefully tonight.â His fingers pump in and out of you, faster and faster, scissoring apart to stretch you open. âEven if that means rendering you useless and unable to resist me."
Tugging his own pants down, he spits in the palm of his hand before gripping his half-hard cock, pumping it a few times. âI considered just pulling you ass up for easiest access, but I want you to see me â to watch what happens when you disobey my wishes so severely.â
Since youâre completely dead weight, Fyodor has to manually spread your legs wide in order to slot himself between them, his grip tight underneath your knees. Then his lips are on your as he leans over you, the kiss forceful since youâre unable to reciprocate â not that you wouldâve anyway.
The leaky tip of his cock as he revels in your inability to fight back is proof that heâs enjoying this immensely, the sick bastard. You want to scream out, thrash against him as his length slides into your cunt in protest of how unfair this is, how he canât just decide to get you pregnant, but you canât. Youâre completely stuck just⊠taking it. Until his balls are pressed all the way against your ass, the puff of hair at the base of his cock tickling against your clit.
And somehow, you can feel it on the inside. You can feel the sting and burn as he pushes in and stretches you out, but can also feel⊠the pleasure. Maybe itâs the way your slack jaw falls open further at his first thrust, your body twitching, but Fyodor can tell. The way your body is forcing you to feel good against your wishes.
You grunt pathetically with every single thrust, legs hanging loosely around his waist and tongue lolling out of your mouth with drool pooling out of the corner. Fyodor is going mad with how much he loves this, how quickly heâs getting off from just using you without your permission. His violet eyes shine fiercely and the sick smirk on his face only grows as he fucks you harder and harder.
"Going to look so pretty pregnant, my beautiful doll,â he coos, massaging the soft fat of your tits. âSo round and so full of my babies, so swollen you can barely walk, canât even see your feet. Youâll need your darling husbandâs help to even walk down the stairs,â he babbles, clearly just talking to himself.
âDo you like it, pretty? The way Iâm just using you? It turns you on, doesnât it? You and your body are mine, you know. I own you. And I own the right to use you however I please, to make you whatever I please.â
Of course, Fyodor had always been a bit possessive, always liked to call you his, but never to this caliber. Never to the point where you thought heâd do something like this.
His thrusts get faster and faster with every sick and twisted sentence, and though your hearing was fuzzy too, the wet sounds of skin on skin echoed through the room. Too wet to only just be his precum⊠were you wet? From what he was doing to you?
The orange light from the roaring fireplace illuminated Fyodorâs face in the most terrifying way, highlighting his sharp features, and igniting his eyes and sweat that had begun dripping down the sides of his face.
He leans in close, whispering into your ear. âAre you ready for my seed, doll? Ready for me to cum so deep inside you your womb is forced to take all of it?â
Youâre able to shake your head a bit, and Fyodor clicks his tongue.
âYouâre ready because I say so.â
You canât feel it, but by the way his eyes roll back and his hips stutter, cock throbbing inside you, you can tell heâs cumming. Filling you up with the seed he promised to get you pregnant with.
After pulling out, he kisses you deeply.
âBefore we go again, I will fetch you some more tea, my love. It seems youâve regained some ability to move, and I canât have that.â
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how do you think the spn boys ( Sam, Dean, Cas) would separately react to a reader who needs reading glasses. like it's boring long ass research time and reader just pulls out their glasses and the boys are like '??? when was this'. I just think it would be very cute đđ«¶
a/n: OMG YES!! i love this request sm <3 though personally i dont have reading glasses, i tried to make this accurate, i hope this is good T.T i hope you enjoy!!
pairing: Sam, Dean, Cas (seperately) x gn!reader
Dean Winchester
it was just another ghost case, a vengefull spirit that's pissed off, so ofcourse, you had to figure out who this ghost was, when they died and where the remains were burried.
you were in a small town, the ghost was killing people with what they feared, so far, there were three victims, one was a woman who was scared of heights, she got pushed off a building. the second was a man who was scared of tight spaces, he got suffocated in a closet, and lastly there was a young girl that was scared of deep water, and she drowned in the deep side of a pool, all over the span of a month.
Sam offered to go get you three some proper lunch from the local store, so you and Dean have to do most of the research, or atleast make a start on it.
Dean is making himself comfortable on one of the two motel beds, with Sam's laptop for research.
you sit down next to him, with a book on vengefull spirits, because you mentioned something about how this spirit could be a different kind than usual.
Dean glances at you for a second, a small smile on his lips, but quickly, his expression changes to one of absolute surprise as you whip out a pair of glasses and put it on, opening your book, though in the corner of your eye you can see him looking at you.
"what?" you raise an eyebrow.
"you have reading glasses?" Dean asks in a surprised tone.
"yeah, obviously" you glance at him.
"got a problem with that?" "what? no, no ofcourse not" he replies, though he has a teasing smile on his face, which makes you roll your eyes. yeah, he was so gonna use this against you for teasing.
Sam Winchester
its been over an hour since Dean said he was gonna go and check out the scene once more with Cas, and you and Sam are still sitting there in a motel room.
Sam has been researching for the past 45 minutes, on his laptop. you two are quiet, save for the occasional typing from Sam.
you made yourself a cup of tea, before sitting down at the small table in the room, pulling a book. you also pull out your reading glasses, putting them on and adjusting them slightly before flipping your book open.
Sam, being so engrossed on his laptop, doesn't notice for about 20 minutes, untill he looks up to ask if you've found anything, but the words die on his tongue as he looks at you, focused and reading... with glasses? since when?
"uh... did you find anything yet?" he ask with slight hesitation. he doesn't want to mention the sudden glasses, because what if you take offense? or get embarrassed? he doesn't want that, the least he wants is feel like an absolute idiot.
"no" you respond with a sigh, putting your book down and sliding off your glasses to be ontop of your head, grabbing your now room temperature tea, though you know Sam, and you can see in his eyes that he's confused about the glasses.
"i've had them for years, though they make researching on a laptop even shittier, and usually i borrow yours for research, so i don't put them on. besides, they don't do much for anything else, and i usually inspect the items we find at a scene, so, don't feel bad you didn't notice them before" you explain, smiling a little to yourself when he lets out a silent, relieved sigh.
"okay, okay, so i'm not a terrible boyfriend for not knowing you had reading glasses, good to know" he says with a slight laugh at the end of his sentence.
"you look cute in them, they suit you"
Castiel
Dean and Sam left to get dinner, leaving you in the motel room alone to research some more, because why not.
you were peacefully reading some newspapers, checking for any details you might've missed. the glasses you were wearing sliding down every once in a while, so you adjust them to sit back up on your nose properly.
you suddenly hear the sound of wings fluttering, and low and behold, Cas is standing across from you, though instead of the usual greeting, you're met with silence as you two look at eachother, the angel tilting his head to the side as he usually does when he's curious about something.
"....hello [name]..." he finally says, his eyebrows furrowing subtly.
"i didn't know you needed reading glasses." he mentions rather bluntly, making you smile.
"yeah, i know. you haven't been around much lately during research" you see him furrow his brows even more.
"i... think i should've known." he mumbles.
"isn't it normal for someone to know those things about their partner?" he asks you.
"yeah, but its not a big deal if you simply haven't noticed, its just a pair of glasses i barely use, its nothing to feel bad about" you say reassuringly.
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excited for dont break my heart part 6 <3
here we go!
part one, part two, part three, part four, part five
the judgment day x reader (platonic) / damian priest x reader (platonic) / rhea ripley x reader (platonic) / drew mcintyre x reader
likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
âŒïžangst, mention of family issues, fear of abandonment, fear of loneliness, panic attack, nightmares, mention of past domestic violence, finnâs being violent, mention of daddy issues, sexual tension but nothing explicit (yet) some fluff tooâŒïž
donât break my heart - part 6
rhea was waiting for bash in berlin to come. she tried to get her revenge on liv for the past week but someone was always there to stop her. but she knew, in berlin, she had the opportunity to prove everyone who the real champion was. she couldnât wait to get her revenge on her, she had so much unleashed anger that she knew she was going to destroy liv, in every way possible.
the past week has been a blur to you.
everyone getting ready for the big event in germany, you too, so, you didnât have much time to enjoy life.
you didnât have a match but you knew that the judgment day would have tried to screw damian and rhea and you couldnât let it happen, not again.
so you trained. you trained with damian, you trained with rhea, you trained with drew.
damian and rhea hardly accepted this new relationship between you and him. for her, he was too old. she would have never told you this but in her mind, you were just projecting your past self into this relationship, the need of having someone older to look after you, the feeling of being loved and chosen by someone older than you. damian didnât mind the age difference as long as you were happy, but he knew that at the moment, you struggled being happy and he didnât want drew to cause you more harm.
âyou got his hermosaâ damian happily cheered you on as you were training with rhea. she was tough and much stronger than you. training with her was always a challenge but you loved it.
you smiled at him and let rhea practice some other moves on you before you both took a breath and some minutes of break.
âeverything okay?â rhea asked when she saw you looking at the ceiling, a little dozed off.
âi spoke with finnâ you confessed. damian and rhea met you with worried eyes âhe wanted to apologise but i shove him awayâŠhe kept saying how sorry he was for what happenedâŠâ
rhea took a deep breath before speaking again âwhat did you say y/n?â
âthat i donât wanna see him or talk to him ever againâŠi trusted him with my whole life and he betrayed me like thatâŠheâs dead for meâ rhea proudly smiled when she heard those words coming out of your mouth. she knew how important was finn to you and she was a little scared that you may want to forgive him so when you told her that you were done, she felt relieved.
âiâm proud of you hermosaâŠâ damian kissed your head, making you smile against his chest.
âyou ready for bash?â you asked the duo, seeing them working their asses off this whole week.
âready to destroy themâ rhea said making you chuckle.
âi feel like i need a hot shower and then iâll start packing for berlinâŠdo you guys need any help with packing?â you offered while walking out the gym.
damian smiled at your kindness âno princesa, i think iâm almost done packing, thank you though, i appreciate itâ
you smiled back, riding with them and waving them off once they dropped you back home.
the rest of the night moved slowly, you took your time doing your skincare, washing your hair, cooking dinner and packing for berlin. you felt at ease, somehow. maybe it was because of damian and rhea being there for you like a real family, maybe it was because of your relationship with drew.
and thinking of him, your telephone popped up with a notification from drew.
sleep well kid, call me if anything happens, even if you just need to talk about the silliest things, iâm here for you, always, goodnight love, see you in berlin <3
you smiled, replying a thank you and a goodnight. for the first time you felt loved and appreciated and you wanted it to stay like that forever.
but you knew some things couldnât stay true forever.
bash in berlin was a success. rhea and damian dominated against liv and dom. rhea took her revenge on liv, hitting her and making her pay for what she did to you.
âyouâre gonna regret even speaking to y/nâ she whispered in her hear, making sure the cameras didnât catch that before licking her face.
of course the judgment day had to interfere but you were ready. the crowd cheered when they saw you kicking finn away from damian. you tried to bring some peace because five against two wasnât a fair match. so you helped them as you could, trying to keep jd and finn out of the ring so damian and rhea could finish the match. you couldnât express how happy you were once they won the match.
laughing at finnâs face was your little revenge. his expression was a mix of heartbreak and anger. he hated damian and rhea for turning you against him even more.
drew watched the match backstage, softly smiling when he saw you happy, not caring that he just lost against punk. he knew he was gonna get his revenge at some point, so, celebrating with you was his priority now.
he waited for you to finish all the interviews, he waited for you to get ready before he could come to your changing room.
you heard a soft knock outside, knowing that only drew knocked so carefully when it came to you âcome inâ you smiled.
his eyes a little sad but his smile still on his face when he saw you all this happy and energetic. you hugged him, letting him know that you were there for him, always.
âhow are you drew? anything that hurts?â his heart missed a few beats when he heard you getting worried for him.
âiâm goodâŠraw is happening soon and bad blood is next month, iâm gonna get my revengeâ he softly kissed your head while you hugged him, the height difference making it easier for him to reach your head than your lips âyou did so good y/n, iâm so proud of youâŠyou showed everyone what you can do and iâm so happy for you, you deserve all of thisâ his words were sincere, you could see it in his eyes.
you needed to hear those words. you craved those words. you needed someone to be proud of you, it meant that all you fought for in the past years wasnât taken for granted.
âthank you drewâŠi really appreciate itâ there was moment of silence between the two of you before you slowly dragged his neck down and met his lips in a gentle kiss. he understood that physical affection was your love sign, more than words and honesty he didnât mind. he loved the feeling of your lips over his. your smaller hands tugging his hairs and neck. his stronger ones holding you tighter by your hips.
butterflies were all over your body when he deepened the kiss, his beard slowly grazing your face, making you shiver under his touch.
drew couldnât lie to himself if he said he didnât want to have you naked under his body. he imagined every night what it would feel like having you under him, naked and begging just for him. he craved for your touch. no one was ever able to make him feel like you do. but at the same time he respected you too much and he wanted to take things slowly, making you feel comfortable and not rushing things.
you both needed to catch breath so you moved a little from his lips. his eyes never leaving your face, always looking for any sign of discomfort but when you showed none, his lips moved back onto yours.
he moved you both on the black leather couch near the door so you could be more comfortable, knowing that the height difference might cause you both neck pain after standing for so long. he took you in his lap, your hands still in his hair, playing with the soft ends while his hands moved from your hips to your back and from your back to your hips again.
everything was new for you. this was probably the longest make out session youâve ever had. and you worried about what would drew say when you will tell him that he was your first ever real relationship.
âeverything okay?â he whispered, catching breath. he sensed you shifting uncomfortably in his lap so he worried a little.
âyeahâŠitâs justâ
âa lot?â he asked.
ânoâ you laughed âitâs nice, very nice but everything is new for me soâŠplease, please let me know if i do something wrongâŠâ
his hand gently stroked your cheek, as if he wanted to reassure you that everything was okay and you couldnât do anything wrong âwe are moving at your own pace, i promise you, everything is okayâ you relaxed a little when he saw those words, making you smile when you started kissing him again.
a loud knock interrupted the two of you âmariposa! rhea and i are leaving, are you ready?â damian asked from outside the door.
âheâs gonna kill me if he sees us like thisâ drew whispered making it hard for you to keep your laughter down.
âuhmâŠyeah, iâm ready, just give me a secâ you moved out of drewâs lap as he watched you throwing your essentials into your bag âiâm comingâ
âiâll text you once we are back at the hotelâ drew whispered, winking at you and blowing you a kiss.
you smiled before leaving the changing room only to be met with a questioning damian âwhat took you so long?â he asked when you both met rhea and drove back to the hotel.
âi showeredâŠand watched the rest of the main eventâŠâ you hated lying to them but if damian or rhea found out you were having a heavy make out session with drew in your changing room, they would have killed him and then you.
âwhatâs that smile y/n?â rhea teased you, making you blush.
âoh nothingâŠiâm just happy for how the show wentâ you tried your best to not lie to them but you knew you couldnât. they knew something was up but they both exhausted so they let it go, at least for now.
back at the hotel, you and drew kept texting like teenagers. you shared your room with rhea so you couldnât have him over and if you left, she would get suspicious. she pretended to sleep but she knew you were up. she heard your nails typing on the keyboard, she heard your little giggles and even if she wasnât a fan of this relationship, she couldnât deny that you were a changed person since you started dating drew.
the day after was spent by everyone going back to the states because of monday night raw. you wished you had enough time to visit berlin but drew promised you that once you both had a few days off he would take you, so you held on to that promise.
if 48 hours ago you were in berlin, now you were checking in your hotel for the next few days in denver, colorado. you were tired and you wanted to sleep but damian and rhea called you in the gym so you could train with them.
âwhatâs with that face mi amor?â damianâs accent made everything even better but you were tired so you couldnât care less.
âtiredâŠâ you yawned.
âif you slept instead of texting with drew all night long you wouldnât be so tiredâŠâ rhea said out loud. she didnât mean to. it was a thought that she had and she didnât know why it escaped but now it was out.
it wasnât what she said that made you upset, it was the annoying tone that she used that caused you to blow up.
âexcuse me?â you didnât want to fight, not with her, but if she had any problems you wanted her to tell you.
damian looked between the two of you, a little speechless as he didnât know what was going on.
âiâŠiâm sorryâŠi didnât mean it like thatâ rhea apologised immediately, knowing that she might have overstepped.
âif you have a problem with me dating drew, i wanna know itâŠinstead of you talking behind my backâ you didnât mean to talk back like that, but again, you were tired and even if it wasnât an excuse, rhea had no business in talking about your relationship like that.
âi donât have a problem with you dating drewâŠâ rhea breathed
âbutâŠâ
âbut donât you thing you guys are going too fast?â rhea didnât know what to say without you getting mad âi meanâŠi donât want you to get hurt, i donât want you to regret something because you moved too fastâŠâ
âyou donât know anything about my relationship with drew!â you went in defensive mode.
damian stepped up, trying to calm the situation down âwell, talk to us hermosaâ
âno if youâre not respecting my choices! if you keep judging me based of who iâm dating, what iâm doing with my life and the list can go onâŠnext time, keep your unwanted opinions to yourselfâ you said to rhea before leaving the gym.
you were feeling guilty, especially for screaming at her when all she did these past months was to be there for you. you felt like shit because they just wanted to help you but you let them out, like the first time you joined the team.
you wanted to tell them everything, you wanted their advices and support. but the way rhea couldnât approve your relationship with drew made you somehow mad. it wasnât her business and she had no saying in your choices.
âsheâll get over itâ damian whispered to rhea as she watched you leave the gym.
the duo continued their training while you started packing for the arena.
an hour later damian asked you if you wanted a ride over there but you told him that drew was already taking care of it.
âwhatâs on your mind love?â drewâs thick accent made you smile a little. he knew something was wrong when you didnât speak a word to him.
âi had a fight with rheaâŠâ you whispered.
he was shocked at first, being aware of how close you two are âwhat happened sweetheart?â
âshe said something she shouldnât have saidâŠand i may have overreactedâ he smiled hearing taking your guilts. rhea cared about you too much for staying mad at you and he knew you two were going to make up by the end of the night.
âshe said something about me, didnât she?â he asked, already knowing the answer.
you nodded.
he was happy that someone cared about you. he was aware that rhea and damian were your family. he saw it everytime your fought together. he saw it when you first joined the group.
and he smiled even more at the thought of you fighting with rhea for him. he was a grown ass man and he definitely could take care about rhea and damian. he knew he was going to face them later on, wanting to assure them of his intentions with you.
he knew they needed to hear that from him and not from you. because in their eyes, you will always be like a little sister to them, no matter your age. they would always feel the need to protect you and right now they were seeing him as a threat.
âdonât fight with rhea over meâŠi promise you, i can take care of themâ he laughed.
âitâs not thatâŠi just feel like they donât want me to move on my with lifeâŠâ you knew that it wasnât completely true, but you were stubborn and that was what you were feeling at the moment.
âyouâll make up, i know itâŠâ he reassured you a little before kissing your hand and helping you down the car and into the arena.
you both went into your respective dressing rooms. you got there earlier cause you wanted to avoid rhea and damian. rhea was going to open up the show and you didnât want to be a bother for her.
so you got dressed. you did your make up, you did your hair and you ate something before the show started.
backstage, you watched how confident she was on that ring. she delivered her promo amazingly, calm and collected as she was before dominik interrupted her. it was fun watching how the crowd never let him spoke. but when you saw liv coming out of nowhere, you knew that something was going to happen, since she was alone and they were two.
her leg got stuck between the ropes, leaving free access for liv to hit her and kick her. you knew damian was going out to help her but you were closer to the inside of the arena than damian was so you sprinted out, running backstage into the arena and letting everyone know that you were there and no one had to mess with your family. damian followed you behind. as he helped rhea, you were able to grab liv from her hair and yank her on the floor a couple of times before dominik separated her from you.
your attention immediately went to rhea and damian, who were watching you inside of the ring.
âare you okay?â you asked her, a little worried.
rhea smiled when she saw you and she couldnât help but to embrace you in her arms, whispering how sorry she was for everything that happened earlier.
âitâs okay, i promiseâŠlet me help you backstageâ you said smiling at her.
you and damian both helped her backstage. medical staff immediately came towards you and asked rhea to sit down so they could check on her. she was hurting but you knew she went through worse.
âthanks for coming out thereâ rhea said, honesty filling her voice.
âiâm sorry for getting mad at youâ you realised how childish your behaviour was.
âi apologise for talking about things that donât concern me, you were right⊠you will talk to us when youâre ready to do it and we will be here for youâ damian hugged you both when he heard rhea apologising.
âi hate fighting with you rheaâŠâ you smiled into her embrace.
âsame thing hereâŠâ
âwell, iâm glad everything is over nowâ damian said making you both laugh.
as the show progressed, you watched punk segment only to be interrupted by drew. you remembered what he told you about getting his revenge on punk. so you werenât surprised to see him attacking punk with such violence. not even when the medical staff took him to the ambulance he stopped. he kept attacking him until you saw blood coming out of his mouth. you couldnât understand how such a strong and crazy man could be so caring and sweet with you. but you liked him, a lot.
the event ended up with damian teaming up with jey uso. of course you and rhea were both ringside to make sure the rest of the judgment day wouldnât screw up this match up. finn was so pissed when he lost. he couldnât handle losing to damian once again. he was furious, going backstage, he started breaking everything he found on his way.
you laughed, celebrating the victory on the ring with jey, rhea and damian. it was a weird team but jey brought a wave of happiness that you knew was missing.
when the show ended, drew had one more thing to do before going back to the hotel and that was talking with rhea and damian. so, while you were going into your dressing room, drew caught the duo before they parted ways.
âwhatâs going on?â rhea asked him when he saw him approaching them.
âcan we talk? thereâs something that i would like to let you knowâŠâ he demanded, waiting for damian and rhea to answer.
they both agreed and they led him into their changing room âspit it outâ rhea said, watching the scotsman straight in his eyes.
âi know youâre worried for y/nâŠi understand that but i want to assure the both of you that my intentions are pure. i like her, a lot. i know everything that she has been through, i know what happened to her in the past and iâll be forever grateful that she has you caring for her. she loves you like a family and i know that the feeling is mutualâŠbut again, i like her, we are moving at her own pace. i will never force myself on her, i will never make her do anything that sheâs uncomfortable to do, and thatâs a promiseâ he spoke. he didnât really want to have a chit chat about his relationship with damian and rhea but he was doing it for you. he was doing it so you and rhea would no longer fight. he was doing because taking you away from the only family you had wasnât his plan âi donât like you and thatâs pretty evident, i donât have to like youâŠbut i want to keep things civil between us because of herâ
rhea was even surprised that drew took time to come to them. she felt like she had to approve her daughterâs boyfriend for the first time and she felt a little uncomfortable. she appreciated the effort that drew put on.
damian was the one to speak as he saw rhea getting lost in her mind âwhat you said itâs true. we care about her as a family, she is our familyâŠand of course when you two started dating, we got a little worried, especially knowing the age difference between the two of you but sheâs a grown womanâŠitâs hard to accept that because iâve been knowing her for a long time, sheâs been part of the judgement day since it started but sheâs an adult, she can make her own decisions and she chose youâŠit means that somehow she likes you too, she even fought rhea today to defend youâ damian chuckled âwe can keep our cool for herâ he suggested and drew nodded his head.
rhea nodded her head too âthanks for speaking with us, i can see the way she talks about you, she cares about you drew, just promise me, donât make her suffer, sheâs been through hell and the last thing she needs now is a heartbreakâ
âyou have my consent to kick my ass in case something happens between usâ drew added making rhea chuckle.
in the meantime, once you changed clothes and took a quick shower, you decided to look for the usual buffet backstage. you were starving and after carrying the show you felt like you deserved to treat yourself.
so once you got there, your eyes immediately fell upon the chocolate cookies and the caramel bars. you ate in silence, sat down on the comfy chair present in the room while scrolling some videos on tiktok until you heard some very recognisable voices coming towards you.
âi canât handle it anymore!â finn screamed. liv and dominik trying to keep him calm but failing miserably.
you were stuck in your chair. if you left they would have seen you but if you stayed there, they would have seen you anyway. you felt like you were trapped.
âyou shouldnât be hereâ dominik said when he saw you in the room âaloneâ he smirked.
âcongratulations for tonightâ liv annoying voice said âi hope mamiâs leg isnât too injuredâ she laughed.
you stood up. probably not the best idea facing them alone but if finn had some common sense after what happened the last time, he wouldnât start any fight âshe still kicked your ass with one injured foot soâŠâ that pissed liv even more.
âat least i donât go crying to them everytime i have a problemâŠoh right, you had a hard and difficult life and we all should pity youâ liv laughed. finn closed his eyes, not wanting to create more drama.
âwe should go livâŠâ finn suggested but liv wasnât having any of that.
âainât it true?â dom laughed, taking a few steps forward, making you walk backwards âwe had to hear your cries every single night because you had nightmaresâ you tried to move away but dom grabbed your arm â youâre just a stupid crybabyâ he said before dropping your arm and leaving with liv.
leaving you and finn alone.
âif you sided with us this wouldnât have happenedâ he whispered.
âno, never. i would have never betrayed rhea and damian the way you didâ you screamed at his face âyouâre just a coward, youâve always beenâŠi trusted you with my life, you knew things about me that no one knew and the first thing you did was to betray me and tell liv everythingâŠâ
finn laughed âoh shut up!â he screamed, walking toward you. you walked until your back hit the wall, finn blocking any way out you might have had âshut up y/n!â he screamed right at your face.
he never screamed at you. he knew you hated screams.
âi cared about you! but you chose them!â his poisonous eyes turned black, watching the way you tried to squirm away from his body âi wanted you in this team but you chose the weakest partâ his laugh full of poison.
his hand met your neck.
finn never being violent towards you. he knew what that might have caused you.
âbut nowâŠall i see is a pathetic little girl who canât let go of her past!â his hand squeezing your neck as he whispered mean words into your ear âyouâre weakâŠand you chose the weak teamâ
âfinnâŠpleaseâ you begged him. in that moment you werenât the strong and fierce wrestler anyone knew. finnâs action made you small, and afraid just like you were when your father used to hit you and just like when mother used to spit mean words on you âstop it pleaseâŠâ
but finn wouldnât leave you.
his other hand went to grab your arm, just like dom did before âif you had chosen us, you wouldnât be afraid!â he screamed. his voice echoing in the corridor, made dom and liv looked back.
âstay hereâ dom whispered to liv as he went back to finn. he was met with finn overpowering you and even if he knew you deserved it, he didnât want more troubles with rhea as he already had a black eye âfinn, letâs goâ but finn wasnât listening.
your eyes were closed and all you could imagine was your father hitting you again and again. finn used to be so caring towards you but tonightâs event made him go crazy. he lost again and he couldnât take it anymore.
âfinn pleaseâŠstop it, pleaseâ you felt small. you felt paralysed, you didnât know what to do.
âfinn, youâre hurting her, let her goâ dom got a little worried. yes, he was mad at you and he hated you for siding with rhea and damian instead of him but he saw how terrified you were and he knew that finn would have gone far if he didnât stop him.
âplease finnâŠfinn stop it!â you screamed back. it was more of a desperate cry as your arm was losing sensibility and your neck felt like it was going to explode âstop it pleaseâŠlet me go!â you didnât mean to scream so loud but you did and you were lucky you did.
a couple of rooms behind there were damian, rhea and drew still talking about you when they all stopped when they heard your cries.
they followed your voice. rhea a little behind due to her injury. drew ready to wreck havoc if you were hurt.
the two men were met with a sight theyâll never forget. finnâs hands over your body as he was screaming that he wanted to get revenge on damian and rhea and he wanted to use you to hurt them.
damian shoved finn on the ground as your body fell on the floor. your mind went blank, too many bad memories were brought back in that moment.
âdrew take her awayâ damian whispered to the scotsman and he nodded. he wanted to kick finnâs ass but you were his priority.
when rhea entered the room, she saw finn and damian fighting and you crying in the corner âwhat the fuck happened here?â
âfinn got violent on y/nâ damian spat back.
drew moved cautiously but when he saw you flinching away he stopped his movements âhey loveâŠitâs me, itâs drewâŠâ his voice soft as he didnât want to scare you away âcan i take you somewhere else quieter?â he asked and you nodded, not trusting your voice.
he scooped you in his arms and took you outside of the room, letting rhea and damian dealing with finn.
your head fell on his shoulder as he walked towards his car, wanting to get you out of the arena as soon as possible. once he comfortably placed you in the passenger seat, he took a deep look at your body. the way your eyes were still closed, tears falling from your eyes. how you brought your knees to your chest and hid your face into them.
you were spacing out, like your mind wasnât there and he knew he had to get you far away from the chaos as soon as possible.
he took you back at the hotel, walking with you in his arms towards his room. he gently placed you on the bed âloveâŠcan you please look at me?â he was worried, not knowing what might have cause this.
âdonât hurt meâŠpleaseâ drewâs heart dropped when he heard you saying those words. rhea told him that your trauma was heavy and that you were still healing. he never took her words lightly and he promised to hurt anyone who might have threatened you.
he couldnât understand how someone could use something as strong and delicate as your childhood trauma against you. he wanted to end finnâs life but he knew damian and rhea were taking care of him.
âi promise youâŠiâm not going to hurt you darlingâŠopen your eyes please, let me look at youâ he said softly.
you slowly opened your eyes and when you realised that there was no threat near you, you jumped into drewâs arms. he shielded you, as if he wanted to protect you even if you were the only people in the room.
âyouâre okayâŠi promise youâ he whispered but before he could say anything else, you stopped him.
âdrewâŠâ
âmh?â
âi canât breatheâŠâ tears were rolling down your cheeks. drew took a look at you and realised that you were having a panic attack. he wasnât new to those. he had them before. but with you, it was different.
âhey heyâŠshh, itâs okay, focus on me, focus on my voiceâ he tried to help you âlook at me y/nâ his voice growing a little stronger when he realised that you werenât focusing on anything âlook at meâ you did as he told you âfollow me, catch my breathâŠlook at meâ and you tried your best to calm yourself down. you matched his breathing, in and out as he told you.
your hands were still visibly shaking and when he noticed it, he took no time to put your hands into his bigger ones. his thumbs caressing your hands in a calm motion.
you followed his breathing a couple of times before you were able to breath again âthatâs good y/nâŠâ he whispered softly in your ear âso goodâŠyou doing a good jobâ
âsorry for thatâŠâ
he shook his head âno, absolutely no, donât apologise for thatâŠitâs not your fault, do you hear me? iâm glad you are okayâŠâ
you stayed there for what it felt like hours, even if it was just ten minutes, laying in his arms as he stroked your back, helping you relax.
he was waiting for damian or rhea to text him but when he saw you sleeping against his chest, he felt complete somehow, like you were the missing piece he needed in his life.
finnâs gonna pay for what he did. weâre coming back to the hotel, thank you for taking care of her. we own you. - damian
drewâs phone buzzed when he received a notification from damian. he knew he was going to ask more questions tomorrow but right now, he was there for you. watching you sleep, seeing how peaceful you were, he couldnât believe someone as beautiful and loving as you were, was carrying a baggage of pain and traumas like that.
ânothingâs gonna hurt youâŠâ he whispered before leaving a soft kiss on your head as he watched you sleeping peacefully.
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ALL THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS ARE UPLOADED IN MY MASTERLIST!
part 7 coming too! i might add some spicy things in the next chapterâŠlet me know if you have any ideas!
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I donât think this is what he meant especially because Namjoon said he gets how he feels and shook his hand after. We all know Namjoon is single for a while now after going through a nasty breakup. Jimin and Jungkookâs bond is precious even though itâs now clearly not romantic.
He also said âAlthough I feel this way itâs not sadâŠâ when speaking about Who. I think Jimin is strongly indicating that he has been single for a while. We should really take his words for what they are rather than trying to twist them into a narrative that makes jikook romantic. In the context of everything he said earlier in the video up until the Who talk it seems that he created Who to have the direct message of searching for his person. He was speaking about the song when he said that he felt this way. Not having those butterflies is what he is referring to when he says he feels flat, not sad but not exciting. Even if currently platonic jikook have a precious bond.
Imo these three sentences sums up MUSE and WHO perfectly instead of those essays wanting to connect it to jikook because we want them to be real :
https://x.com/jkyoongs/status/1814588120291287475
This is exactly what he told, meant and going through when he created this album. It's sad Jikook is not involved romantically but they still have a great bond given their trips and now enlistment but if Jimin is saying he's single without even feeling butterflies to fall in love then we have to accept that guys.
Hey Anon, thanks for this ask. Its so great to interact with someone who disagrees with me but doesn't have a huge chip on their shoulder about my views.
And honestly i can see that there are many ways to look at this situation.
Nobody can without a doubt claim they are romantic partners, just like nobody can without a doubt claim they are not. You and I have differing perspectives based on what we see and how we interpret it. We probably have different ways of seeing the world and different experiences of love.
And if one day we all find out that they were really just friends, Iâll shake your hand and, without screaming or crying, I'll accept that i was wrong. I hope you would do the same.
But right now, I don't think I am wrong on this.
Looking at the whole picture it seems to me that they are very much still romantic partners.
More like an old married couple with complicated and busy lives, but
Clearly still very focused on each other.
Clearly delighted with each other.
Clearly care deeply for each other.
Clearly spend a lot of time together despite being so busy.
Clearly attracted to each other.
Clearly physically comfortable with each other.
That's how i see it.
Am i prepared to die on the hill that their relationship is romantic? No, because I can't possibly know for absolute certain. Same reason i dont believe in god (although i think Jikook is more plausible than an old guy sitting in the clouds watching humanity like he's playing The Sims, just quietly... and yes bring on all the anon haters who are gonna want to thrash me because i'm an atheist).
But on the balance of evidence I'd say ...
they're still together.
Lets talk about MiniMoniMusic.
As for the Minimoni video, Jimin was there to talk about the album. It wasn't a conversation about his personal life.
He talked about not having excitement in his life, about his life being bland, and empty after suspending group activities. They hadn't been active as a team, and he was working really hard. It was a long time since he felt excited about something.
That sense of excitement was compared to having a crush and confessing his feelings. He said he can't remember the last time he felt that way, and the journey of MUSE was to make him feel excited again.
Tracks 1-5 were exploring the exciting emotions, like you would have when you're crushing on someone. That euphoria, the fizz in your belly, the high energy etc. That's what excitement feels like.
The crush conversation... This is the part that's throwing everyone.
He said he couldn't even remember the last time he had a crush, and Joon says I know how you feel and he and Joon laughed about that.
If it was because they've both come out of long term relationships (and we know Joonie's breakup was traumatic) why would they laugh?
They weren't laughing about being single, they were laughing about being OLD.
Remember what came next ... Jimin says the youngest in his band is really young so Jimin asked him about how a crush feels:
"Give me something since you're the youngest"
Because having a crush is something teenagers feel.
Jimin and Joon feel old, like they are a bit past having crushes. I believe that's what they're saying. And honestly, when was the last time you heard 30 year old men talking about their crush?
A crush and a long term romantic partner are two very different things.
At no point did he say he wasn't in a relationship.
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Edited to add a better translation of 'crush' , being one sided/unrequited love.
I'm not deleting what i originally posted because the reason jimin asked Evan is based on his youth.
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One more thing i need to add...
In my experience, it's very difficult to go from being in a long term relationship to being platonic besties with your former romantic partner. It takes a LOT of work, and it requires energy, effort, and very carefully maintained boundaries.
Jimin & JK don't look like they're maintaining boundaries to me.
Based purely on the recent footage - the Are You Sure teaser they released - I see no sign of clear boundaries. Even in the Minimoni conversation Jimin says they drink and talk for 3-4 hours and it gets DEEP. That's a recipe for disaster with a former lover.
It also usually requires substantial time apart - YEARS maybe - to reset the relationship so you can be best friends without falling into old habits. We aren't talking high scool boyfriends who get the odd hour alone together here. We're talking months and months abroad in hotel rooms with nothing to do except listen to Lana Del Rey and... eat bread (apparently) đ€Łđ€Ł
Ok look, that last part was a tongue in cheek joke but they have spent YEARS under the same roof with zero reason not to be in each others bed, pants, shower, and anything else that sounds fun.
So honestly I don't buy the 'used to be lovers but now good friends' argument.
Those boys are comfortably intimate to such a level they don't know where one of them ends and the other begins.
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OOOH ive been waiting for this one. can we get some soft bottom!sam smut with a top!reader (gn or fem, both is okay) where sam is insecure and isnt used to not being in control, but r shows her its okay and takes good care of her đ€
for a backstory (if you want to make it longer with more depth and don't have any ideas for the backstory) r and sam have been together since tara and sam moved to new york & r saved her and tara, but got hurt in the process.
obviously you dont have to take this request if youre uncomfortable! either way, i still love your content and hope you stick around this hellhole of a site :)
You're Safe
Bottom Sam Carpenter x Top Female Reader (Request) (Smut - minors do not interact)
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You finally managed to get inside the old theatre by breaking one of the windows. You heard gunshots and while you werenât all that familiar with Ghostface, you just werenât all that into horror, though you did hear about Woodsboro killings. Even when you met Sam you wanted to give her a chance to open up to you at her own pace instead of searching for details on the internet. But even you knew Ghostface wasnât known for using guns.
Your adrenaline skyrocketed, and your sense of self-preservation apparently vanished, because you were running in the direction the gunshots came from. You didnât even know if Sam or Tara were alive, and you hoped both of them were because if something happened to Tara, and Sam survived she would never forgive herself.
âCome on Sam, you better be okay,â you should have went in with her, if you were already going to break in, you should have tried harder to convince her. Another gunshot made you run faster and you barged into the huge open area filled with glass cases and the big stage with Ghostface figures on it. There was a movie playing, but none of that mattered, Sam was holding Tara over the fence as some guy swung his knife beneath Taraâs feet.
You rushed forward, tackling the man at the cost of getting the knife deep inside your guts as Sam shouted your name and then it all became hectic.
~X~
You grunted, the smell of medicine hit you like a truck, you always hated that smell. Yet, here you were, in the hospital, recovering from three stab wounds to your guts. âDamn, Iâm so happy Tara killed that fucker,â you grunted as you tried to sit up.
âHey, easy, donât move so suddenly,â you heard Sam rushing to your side and helping you sit up as you finally opened your eyes and looked at her in utter shock.
âSam? Why are you here?â you asked and her face fell at your question. Shit, that sounded so wrong. You smacked your forehead. âI meant here instead of with Tara, not here as in I donât want you here. Itâs just that you should be with Tara,â you fumbled over your own words desperately trying to fix your mistake.
It seemed to work as Sam looked at you, a soft smile sneaking onto her face. âYou donât hate me?â she asked fearfully, and you hated hearing her like that. Sam was strong, she feared nothing except losing Tara, and hearing her afraid right now, over something like this made you wish to hold her close and never let her go, never allow anything to hurt her again.
âSam, hey,â you opened your arms and encouraged her to come closer, and though reluctantly she hugged you, her head resting on your chest as she listened to your heartbeat. âI could never hate you, none of what happened is your fault,â you kissed the top of her head as you held her closer and softly combed your fingers through her hair.
âYou saved Tara from a serious injury,â her voice wavered. âSheâs with Mindy, visiting Chad, by the way,â she told you.
âShe saved me as well,â you remembered trying to stop the knife from reaching your throat when Tara came in and kicked the man, Ethan, away from you and slit his throat. By the time she helped you up to your feet because it still wasnât over Sam and Bailey fell down and you and Tara rushed to Sam.
Sam opened her mouth to speak, but before she could the doors of your hospital room opened and you both looked back, startled, at Tara and Mindy standing there.
âWell, well, well, Sammy canât resist her cute girl,â Tara teased with the biggest shit-eating grin youâve ever seen on her face.
Sam blushed and jerked away from you, hitting you stomach by accident. âShit, Y/N!â she exclaimed when you winced and clutched at the still recovering wound.
âDamn it, Sam, we were teasing, donât kill her to hide the evidence, poor girl,â Mindy scolded your girlfriend and you somehow managed to raise a thumbs up.
âStill alive and kicking,â you grunted just happy that Sam didnât reopen the wound. âIt takes me back actually,â you nudged Sam with your elbow and found some satisfaction in her face getting even redder.
âIâll see you later!â she stormed out, and though it hurt, you had to laugh at how embarrassed she got. âTara, Mindy, come on!â she demanded before the two girls could interrogate you on what you meant.
You just waved at the three of them and lay back on your bed when the doors closed.
Youâve been living in New York for two years now, and youâve been in your current apartment since about a year ago when the guy living there moved away for a better job. You didnât think that would lead you to eventually meeting Sam. A bit over half a year ago you were just coming back from work when you saw a beautiful, tall woman going down the stairs. She just drew you in, right from the start. Eventually you started talking and while it began about as casually as it could you and Sam managed to build something solid despite sneaking around and acting like a couple of teenagers.
It didnât stop you from falling for her, for her fierce protectiveness over her sister and friends, for her kindness hidden behind the walls that needed to be studied, even though they were completely understandable given everything that happened to her. And well, she did flip you over once when you made the mistake of trying to sneak up on her once. In your defense, you had no idea about her involvement in Woodsboro at that point, it was still very early in your relationship and you didnât think she would just go and throw you down and twist your shoulder. She apologized profusely for that and told you bits and pieces about her life. There were still things you didnât know, but you pieced enough things together to get the more or less nearly full picture.
And damn, that was the day you discovered you had a thing for a woman that could kick your ass into next week and that what you had was actually really serious.
~X~
About a month since Bailey and his family tried to kill Sam you were lazing around in your living room, just listening to music and chilling with a warm cup of tea next to you. There was a knock on your doors and you damn near wanted to pretend you werenât home, because you were cozy and didnât feel like leaving your blanket behind, but maybe it was something important so you groaned, decided to act like a responsible twenty-eight years old woman and got up.
And you were glad you did because you found an annoyed Sam in front of your doors. âTara and the twins want an apartment to themselves. I, apparently, worry too much that theyâll get a cold by studying on the floor,â she grumbled.
âWell, come on in,â you grinned, pulling her inside and kissing her on the lips. She moaned, her hands gripping your shirt as you pushed her against the now closed doors. Sam opened her mouth as you slid your tongue over her soft lips. You missed this so much, you wanted to get her on your lap, to kiss her, make out with her, to make her moan, but she wanted to make sure you were completely fine, even though your wounds were healed for a few weeks now.
Judging by the way her tongue pushed against your own, and how she was pressing her body against yours you figured it was no longer an issue. Until your phone buzzed in your pocket. You tried to ignore it, separating from Samâs lips and leaving kisses down her chin and jaw, all the way to the side of her neck as your phone kept buzzing.
âYou should see who it is,â she knew how it felt to worry about someone not answering her texts or calls and while she really wanted to keep kissing you she didnât want anyone to be worried about you like she so often used to be worried about Tara. âPlease do, actually. Iâm not leaving anytime soon. They wonât let me back in,â she reminded you when you reluctantly took your phone from your pocket.
She watched your eyes widen and then a mischievous grin appeared on your face as you tucked the phone away and lifted her up.
Now, Sam was stronger than you, but you could carry her if needed, and right now you somehow decided you needed to do that. âY/N?â she laughed, trusting you but still wanting to know what this was for.
âThey threw you out, hm?â you teased taking her to the living room and grinning as her face turned completely red. âI got a text from Tara, and I quote: Sam is lying, she just missed you and she might also be horny. One word per text, hence all that buzzing,â the look on her face told you Tara was telling the truth.
âSo, any chance we can go straight to the bedroom?â Sam asked sheepishly as she wrapped her arms around your shoulders.
âOf course,â you pecked her on the lips and made your way through your apartment to the bedroom. âLet me take care of you tonight,â you gently lowered her onto your bed and lifted the hem of her shirt a bit. You looked her in her eyes, seeking permission as she bit her lower lip.
âYou donât have to,â she said, she trusted you, she really did, but she struggled to relax and let you take control. It wasnât about you; it was the very act itself that made her feel vulnerable. Yet, as you looked at her so softly, as you wrapped your arms around her waist and showed her nothing but patience and love, she found herself gradually lowering her guard.
âIâll pause or completely stop whenever you want me to,â you reassured her, you understood it completely, her needs, her worries, everything. âI love you,â those three words pushed the feeling of guilt away and her gaze lingered on your eyes, on your lips, on the clear message: âTake as long as you need, Iâll be here, Iâll never hurt you.â
So, she pushed against your shoulders until you were beneath her and she was straddling your lap. She swallowed hard, grinding slightly against your thigh. âI love you too,â she confessed as you began kissing. She shivered as your hands gripped her hips, firm and steady, as she rocked her hips against you. Your lips felt like fire against her own, especially when you paid extra attention to switch between softly brushing against her lips, just teasing her until she had to deepen the kiss and hot, lip biting, tongues deep inside either of your mouths kisses she couldnât get enough of.
âSam,â you sighed, your left hand ghosting over her back. She tilted her head back as you began kissing her neck. Your teeth grazed her skin, biting softly and soothing the skin with your kisses. Sam swallowed her, breathing deeply as her hands lifted your shirt up over your head. Her fingers slid over your skin, your back, your arms, your still covered breasts and stomach. She needed the softness, the gentle way you loved her, and she needed it even more when her thumb caressed the scars you got because you got involved with her.
âWe survived, Sam,â you whispered in her ear, moaning softly when she started grinding on you faster. âYouâre okay, I got you,â you wouldnât betray her, ever, she was sure of that and her guard crumbled as she let out a small moan escape past her lips.
Your heart soared when you heard Samâs moan, it was a rare occasion, she usually only became vocal when she was close, and this was nowhere near enough to get her there. You took her shirt and bra off. âI need you so much,â you sighed against her neck and squeezed her breast, your thumb circled around her nipple as it hardened.
âI need you too,â she said, completely giving up control as you flipped the two of you around once more and lied down next to her so she wouldnât feel caged in by you.
You pulled her jeans and panties down, getting her naked and just taking the sight in. Her toned body, her abs, biceps, the fact that she was this strong, physically and mentally, yet she still trusted you enough to take control drove you mad.
You invaded all of her senses. Your warm palm teasing her thighs as you left kisses on her shoulders and breasts, and the feel of your hair between her fingers as she spread her legs for you. And the scent, your own scent mixing with the spreading scent of her arousal as she progressively got wetter. The sound of your lips releasing her nipple with a pop and your tongue sliding across her breast to her neck, all the way to her ear. The look of pure lust and desire and all the love you felt for her in your eyes, and the taste of your kiss still lingering on her lips. You were all she could feel, and she couldnât stop the whimper leaving her parted lips as you finally, finally, touched her pussy lips.
You were slow, methodical, each of your strokes bringing you closer to your goal, each time bringing you closer and closer to her opening, and with each stroke you felt Sam clinging to you harder than before. Her hands dropped to your back, nails digging into your shoulderblades just hard enough for you to feel them, but nowhere nearly hard enough to pierce through the skin. She moaned, louder, without restriction as you parted her lips and dipped your finger into her warm, wet hole. âI got you,â you assured her, feeling her shuddering as you moved the wet finger from her opening to her clit and gently massaged it.
âYou got me,â Sam rasped, making sure you knew she felt safe, this exposed and vulnerable with you. She moaned as you kissed down her stomach. She looked down as you gave her a small smirk and flicked her clit with your mouth before pulling it between your lips and sucking on it. âOh, fuck!â she hissed, breathing harder as you inserted two fingers into her, slowly stretching her out until you found her G spot.
Sam cried out, needing you closer, needing your lips on hers. âY/N,â she gripped your shoulder, trying to tug you closer as the steady, gentle rhythm of your fingers pushed her closer and closer to the edge.
You understood her needs, you understood the grip on your shoulder and moved up, capturing her lips into a deep, sensual kiss as she hugged you, anchoring herself to you.
âIâm-â she gasped, separating from your lips and arching her back as her pussy squeezed around your fingers. Her entire body quivered as a deep, guttural moan ripped through her throat. âY/N!â she cried out, the sensations youâve been building up fully pushing her over the edge.
You kissed her cheek and she turned to look at you, out of breath as you slipped your fingers out of her and just held her closer. âThank you,â you whispered as Sam cradled your cheek and kissed you on the lips.
âYouâre too good to me,â she sighed, her voice still slightly shaky as she spoke. She still leaned closer to you, letting you caress and massage her to help her as she got down from her high.
âHush now, you deserve all the love,â you leaned down and flicked her still hard nipple. âCan you go on?â you asked, after all, you had her just for yourself for the whole night. Sam smiled and nodded and damn, you were going to love her all night long.
A/N: There you go Anon! I hope you'll like this đđ
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Pick a card ~ What's your archetype + your storyline
Hey guys, i wanted to do a reading that illustrates your current life situation through the lenses of archetypes and storytelling. today, you have three piles to choose from; your reading will tell you what archetype you are embodying at this moment and the specific storyline that may play out in the context of this archetype.
An archetype is a recurring symbol or motif throughout literature and media. it's the primordial mental image inherited from our ancestors that categorize people into vague ideas or concepts. According to Carl Jung, an estabkished psychologist and psychoanalyst, it's said that we all have a collective unconscious understanding of all these archetypes that we can tap into for various purposes. for example, if you've ever heard of the ''shadow self'' then you've already encountered a Jungian archetype, this archetype is meant to help us confront deeper, hidden parts of ourselves that we tucked away.
One single archetype may not describe you perfectly, as archetypes can be dynamic and ever becoming, so let this reading be a soundboard for your own personal understanding of who you are and where you're going.
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PILE ONE
your archetype- the nine of pentacles ''the independent woman''
this card portrays the archetype of a feminine who is self-reliant, independent and enjoys their own company. you do not have to be a woman for this archetype to apply, as archetypes describe ideas and motifs, not specific genders. this archetype also exudes a sense of inner peace and contentment: a person who embodies this archetype knows how to find the beauty around them, they know they can rely on themselves to provide stability and success through their own hard work. this archetype values autonomy, aesthetics, hard work, and solitude.
Your story line- 7 of pentacles, the fool, 4 of swords, judgement
your storyline is fixated on patience and waiting, at this point in your life you may feel that you're in the phase of growth and harvesting your wealth and abundance all around. You may feel you're on the ''brink'' of something taking off, I feel that your purpose deals with your ability to grow and assess yourself for progress. I feel like you're in the part of the story where the protagonist is experiencing frustration, they feel like they have put in the work but have yet to see substantial results from what they have done. you feel that you put in the work, you should see that manifest in the real world. your archetype is being moved in the direction of taking a leap of faith, of trusting the process blindly even though they dont know whats going to happen. you're the protagonist who places more faith what they can see rather than what they can sense, you're frustrated because you want to see results in the physical instead of trusting that movement is already happening behind the scenes. for you, having faith is the recurring lesson and momentum of your storyline. the climax of your storyline is represented by the 4 of swords. the 4 of swords is regularly a mundane card of rest and reflection, but for you, this is the cultivating event that occurs. as the hardworking, independent, self-reliant archetype, learning to take a break and reflect on where you are internally instead of trying to make movement happen in the physical world will feel very disorienting. its not so hard for you to be in solitiude, but to take a breather from pursuing goals and action is the hard part, and that precisely what i see as the climax of your storyline. taking time to reflect on yourself and go within the avenues of your mind is the inciting event, taking a break from movement will harden your sotryline into place. The conclusion or resolution of your storyline is represented by the judgement card. i feel this is a realization, a revelation that awakens you on a spiritual level. the momentum behind your storyline was learning to have faith, to trust the process despite not seeing evidence in the physical world. so i feel the ultimate conclusion for your protagonist is a spiritual or philosophical awakening. you will reach a higher level of understanding that allows you to contextualize your growth beyond what you can see. you will achieve a revolutionary understanding of yourself and of your growth.
PILE TWO
your archetype- ace of wands, the element of fire/ the seed
ok, for this pile. you are not honed into one archetype but rather an energy, or potential. you're characterized by the element of fire and smoke, you're chronically at the start of something new and you're at the start of realizing your own light. you're seed at the root of life. to be specific, you're the archetype of someone who can't be placed in a box or tamed by one image or phrase because you simply the potential, the energic seed. you cant be conceptualized, and perhaps your experience a feeling directionless in your life because of this. as the element of fire you have the option to destroy or enlighten. you can impassion or burn. its up to you.
your storyline- justice, 8 of cups, 9 of swords, knight of cups
your storyline is characterized by fairness, equity and making big important decisions about your life path. as someone who is simply the archetype of fire, of raw potential, your storyline is to make a choice of where you want to go on your path. but this choice is an important one and dictates the course of your life. the lesson you ultimately learn as the protagonist is when to move on and release certain things. truth and integrity is something you strive for on a deeper level, so making fair, descions based on clairty is something you value, so I feel like on your path, you will encounter the choice to leave something behind or to detach emotionally many times. this will be very difficult for you, but this theme of choosing when to leave and when to detach will be a recurring theme throughout your life. learning what your path is and taking action to stay committed to this journey is the lesson. and this choice will be a Indepth process of weighing out the pros and cons, of trying to do the right thing thats fair to yourself and other's. the climax of your storyline is represented by the nine of swords. this will be a very mentally choatic or active climax, and it will involve extreme anxiety and overthinking. ultimately however, your resolution is represented by the knight of cups. learning to lead with your emotions and to trust your intuition will be the ultimate outcome for you as the protagonist. trusting yourself with your own emotions and going with your instincts when it comes to what your path should be is the direction you are going.
PILE THREE
your archetype- the page of swords - young messenger, the spy.
the page of swords is young, open minded, smart, alert and very curious about their environment. traditionally speaking, the page of swords has been associated with the archetype of the spy; someone who can adapt to their surroundings and gather information as quickly as they can pass it on. you dont spy on people per say, but you do watch and observe others, you may act as a intermediatory between people for their communication, you're curious about the world and new ideas spiral around your mind like little nats. You're the archetype off someone enjoys mental stimulation, and you know how to find that stimulation in unconventional ways or without needing to actively engage with others all the time. You're alert of you're surroundings, details matter to you and you notice things other people don't because they're not quiet enough to pick up on it. You're the archetype of someone in their mind alot, soneone who may overthink or over analyze
Your storyline- the devil, death, 3 of wands, page of wands
You're in a place right now where you feel bondaged, stuck or held back. You may feel that there's hierachal or manipulative forces at play that are creating a shadow over your life, you may feel like there's not a lot of room to move around and do what you want because of illusions of control. This is the part of the story where the protagonist feels like a victim to their circumstances and they don't know how to wiggle out of them. However, im seeing that the lesson here is represented by the death card, which means the lesson you're learning is transformation. You're learning to release what doesn't have power over, illusions, and stagnant situations throughout your life. Death is a very humbling thing, the only thing we can take with us in death is ourselves. When you die, everything you've worked for will be dirt, and all you have is the core of your being You're overall lesson in the story is to release all the bondages snd attachments to things that aren't really apart of who you are. The climax of your storyline is represented by the three of wands. This tells me that the peak of the story arch is you moving, going new places, exploring and expanding past your comfort zone. The climax here is you taking action and experincing conplete freedom, going past boundaries and seizing new territory. The illusions and restrictions you experience mentally correspond to you're enviroment, you're the archetype of someone who is mentally stimulated, so when your enviroment is dull, restrictive and grey, you also feel like what's possible for you to equally restrained. When you release bondages to your ego, illusions of control and allow transformation to occur naturally, you reach new horizons. And I feel you may initiate alot of transformation through moving and traveling. The conclusion to your story arc is that of the page of wands, the page of wands is someone young or new to their craft. They're trying new hobbies and interests. They're putting themselves out there to learn and grow through the action they take. It's interesting, because you start out as a very mental, mind oriented archetype but I think by the time you move through life you will be a completely different archetype. Most people will be but its emphasized very much in your reading. The transformation and lessons of cycles ending will be imperative to your life purpose. You will be action oriented as opposed to mind oriented, you will not let blockages hold you back in life.
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We're on this together... (Chapter II)
Bradley Bradshaw Ă fem!wife!reader
Summary: Is it harder for you? Or for Bradley?
Warnings: infertility,mentions of miscarrige,mentions of hospital,mentions of getting pregnant,mentiones of ivf. Mostly angst.
'We are on this journey together and we will never separate. I love you."
January 3, 2023.
Everyone,mostly you, could see how much Bradley loved childrens. Babies, toddlers, teenagers, it didn't matter, he loved them.
Ever since you married, you had admired how he treated them, how he made them laugh, how they played, and how his eyes lit up at the high-pitched squeals they made when he threw them in the air. He would catch them again. And again.
He... was born just for this.
That's why you were trying so hard to give him what he wanted more than anything in the world; a baby,a kid of yours.
He searches hundreds of websites for you on ways to increase your chances of getting pregnant, checks your ovulation time, changes your diet... he does the impossible and you both still can't succeed.
You couldn't make your husband happy. He hated this sentence.
And the worst part is, he's not the only one waiting for you to have his child, everyone is doing it, all of your friends are having their second or third kids and you were still... not pregnant.
One day, you were criticized among your friends for not having a flat stomach. They said something as a joke that you might be pregnant, but it wasn't like that.
Just because you dont have a flat belly doesn't mean you're pregnant, right?
Your tears feel familiar on your skin now and when you were sure Bradley is gone you were crying all over the house, you couldn't let him see you like this, it's not fair when he gave you everything and you couldn't give him something so simple.
It's that simple. Right?
You don't want help, you can do it on your own, you know he can or so he thinks, he keeps busy every day trying not to think about it, but it's inevitable, you can't do that when it's something he wants so badly.
You were doing your usual work on laptop, trying to get rid of the thoughts in your head, even if only a little, you were scrolling through your e-mail box while slow jazz was playing in the background, writing down what you needed to write and dealing with the files you needed to handle.
"A young man fell into the base today! We walked around the hard deck and drank soda's. He was with for a while we had a lot of fun, but I think he misses his aunt y/n. I love you baby.đ"
The text came up with a picture of your husband with Jake's son, three of them smiling and Bradley holding some soda cans in his left arm and the right one is holding the boy's shoulder. It was beautiful and made your heart ache, a small smile appeared on your face,the voices and pain in your head seemed to be over, at least for a mimute, and you replied to the message, "I love you two!! Say hello to Jake for me.đđ"
You stared at the picture for a few seconds, forgetting about the task in front of you.
The smile on Bradley's face was genuine, and he was holding the little boy with incredible familiarity, as if he already knew how to hold a child even though it wasn't his own.
Your phone hit the wooden table with a loud thud and you brought your hands up to your face, feeling tears of frustration falling from your eyes.
No, you were not jealous of them, in fact, you were very happy that they were pregnant with the third one, but why couldn't you?
This was unfair.
While God gave people the chance to have so many children, why couldn't you even have one?
And the saddest problem was,you.
Bradley was perfectly healthy, he could get a different woman pregnant, but he couldn't get you.
The house was quiet, unlike your head, thousands of things were going on every second.
You left your spot and went upstairs to take another pregnancy test with some hope.
It came out negative. Like always.
January 18, 2023.
You throw the four pregnancy tests you took ten minutes ago into the trash can and you hear Bradley sigh as he sits on the bed, hiding his face with his hands. You sit next to him.
âWe just have to try harder.â He said, lifting his head to look at you and placing his hand comfortably on your knee.
âWhat does 'trying harder' mean?â you asked,with a hint of you wobble voice from the emotions. "We do this every day, especially when I'm ovulating, when I..."
"Baby, calm down." Bradley tells you and he just snorts in annoyance.
"Maybe...we could go to another doctor?" He gets down on one knee as if he's proposing, but you stand up and look at him as if he had three heads.
"Why should I go to the doctor? There is nothing wrong with me, we will have this baby, I know. Sooner or later." you exclaimed.
He stood up and took your hands in his, stroking your wrists.
"Of course we will, I have no doubt about that. Butâit's better to know more, you know?"
"We're going to have this baby, Bradley. I am going to."
Uh oh-
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Hellođ€
If you're accepting requests i may have a fun idea. I've had this scenario in my head for a while but dont have the writing skills for it.
So basically billy, stu and reader (all three were ghostface) escaped from the police and while on the run (let's ignore geography for this) they come across a kind (but a bit strange) man who carries roadkill on the back of his truck and he kindly gives them a ride to the nearest town - Ambrose. Slasher shenanigans ensue
The reader can be gn, the gender doesnt really matter. You can choose if you want to write a blurb, headcannon and stuff
Im sorry if this too much to ask and you can tottaly ignore this
Hello, love sorry it took me so long to get to your request, but here you are! Hope you'll enjoy <3
SOME INTERESTING HOLIDAYS (Ghostface x GN!reader)
Warnings: no proof reading, mentions of sexual activities, of blood and violence
-You hadnât thought things would go so out of hand. But now the more you thought about it, the more obvious it was that your plan wasnât a flawless one⊠you actually forgot the essential (like in most horror movies): a good ending - especially for the killers.
-You killed everyone - no final girl for once.
-And your two lovers would have enjoyed playing with you in the blood of their victims and glory of the victory, but you quickly realised you had to leave before the cops could find you.
-So here you were, with your two lovers - Billy and Stu - running away as far as possible and as quick as possible from Woodsboro.
-Billy was a little bit annoyed he was forced to leave the city. He hadnât really thought of the consequences of all of this, and maybe it was also why he was feeling so upset. He was supposed to be a mastermind.
-Stu was laughing, he was so proud of what happened and adrenaline was still pumping into his veins. His hands were happily roaming your body as Billy was driving.
-As long as your boys were safe, you were happy too. You kissed Stu with fierce passion until you heard Billy groan.
-You sent him a little look, quite curious about why he was so grumpy now. âDonât distract meâ Billy finally said and both Stu and yourself started to laugh and to tease him.
-Your life was a dangerous one and you didnât even know what you were going to do with yourself now, but as long as you were all together, you didnât really care.
-The three of you drove for days and weeks; you were starting to get bored actually, and there was no plan on when to stop or even where. Until you saw some advertisements for a âHouse of Waxâ.
-Billy didnât want to stop for this but you whined so much - and Stu supported you - so he finally gave in. He rolled his eyes and reminded the two of you you were children.
-It was then you met a truck on the other side of the road. The driver stopped at your level and lowered down his window âAll good?â he asked you in a very heavy southern accent. You peered into the truck and could see roadkills, but the man looked sweet.
-You knew you all looked innocent as well though; so you knew better than to judge a book by its cover.
-Billy explained to the man that you were on holiday and you wanted to visit the House of Wax since you saw the advertisements. He also asked if there was a motel nearby.Â
-The man - Lester - said there was no motel near the House of Wax, that you would need to go into another town for that. However, the museum was a really interesting place. It appeared that his late mother and brother were taking care of it.
-You all politely thanked Lester and agreed to follow behind his truck to not get lost on the roads. The man was nice but you all felt something was⊠amiss.
-When you arrived in Ambrose, you all exchanged a look.
-âIf thatâs not a killer on the run dreamâŠâ Billy muttered as he looked around âNo one could find us hereâ he continued.
-âBut there is no motel around either.â you hummed âAnd it really looks⊠deserted. I didnât even see Ambrose on the plans when we looked at the last gas station.â you added âHow could people still live here?â
-âWell you'll quickly know it, because weâll try to stay here, at least for a little while. No one can find us.â Billy replied and you pouted.
-âWeâll get bored hereâ you whined but the boys gave you a look full of promise; how could you get bored when they were around?
-You all got out of the car and thanked Lester again. He also introduced you to his big brother, Bo.
-Bo instantly watched you all with great interest. You were young, you were hot and he was certain you would all look amazing in the House of Wax.
-No need to say that the twins were very surprised about how good you were when they tried to kill you, and that you were now the ones trying to kill them. With Lester, you were clearly on equal strength.
-You had discovered that the town was empty apart from the Sinclairs and the wax statues and you started to understand that it was like a massive deadly trap. But you were good with your knives and you actually were crazy enough to enjoy it. It was like a workout for the three of you.
-At some point, you managed to jump on Vincent and to put a knife under his chin. Bo aimed at you, Billy aimed at Bo with a gun he found and Stu blocked Lester from coming closer.
-âAlright, alright, how âbout we talk âbout this?â Bo finally offered. He noticed that Vincent didnât try to get away from you, so it meant his twin could tell you would slice his throat open if he tried anything.
-âYouâre the ones who attacked usâ Billy argued back.
-âIs it like a playground for killers?â you hummed and Stu smirked.
-âWho the fuck are ya?â Lester frowned.
-âWho we are doesnât matter, what matters is that we are killers. Just like you. But right now, Y/N is the best of us and they are going to kill your brother if you donât let us goâ Billy replied and you looked up at Bo with a dark smile, drawing a little bit of blood from Vincent.
-Bo instantly lowered his gun, put it on the ground and Lester moved away a little as well. They both put their hands up. You exchanged a look with Billy and Stu before moving from Vincent. You were all facing each other now, wondering what to do next.
-The Sinclairs had never met people like them, especially not people so brutal, so smart and so dangerous than you all. They felt curiosity, even more when Billy wrapped an arm around your waist and you moved your head on Stuâs shoulder. You looked like the lovers of Death. So young and so good looking, and yet so deadly.
-âYaâre on the runâ Bo hummed âAnd ya were lookinâ for somewhere to stayâ he guessed. Vincent signed something to his brothers. Lester didnât seem too happy about it and Bo thought his twin was losing it.
-âWhat did he say?â you asked with an arched eyebrow. No one answered you and it annoyed the boys âThey asked you a questionâ Billy growled.
-âVincentâs invitinâ ya over⊠heâs really interested in yaâllâ Bo finally replied.
-You were always the one enjoying playing with fire the more so you quickly moved closer and shook hands with Vincent.
-âIâd like that. Iâm Y/N, nice to meet you, I guessâ you smirked.
-Vincent and you got along pretty instantly, even though you didnât know ASL. He wrote to you so you could communicate. Your shared love for knives helped a lot as a discussion starter. And then, your love to sneak around and kill people. And then, your love for every kind of art. You wanted to hide in Ambrose now and Vincent was more than eager to welcome you here. It would be nice to have people around who were understanding his way of life. And there were so many houses that could be your new home, at least for as long as you needed to hide away.
-Bo and Billy werenât too happy about it, because it wasnât part of the plan, because they couldnât trust anyone, because they would need to be even more careful than usual so their favourite people wouldnât get hurt.
-Stu was happy if you were happy, even if he was a little bit jealous of the attention you were giving to Vincent, at first. So he joined the two of you in your conversation, and he actually started to have fun as well. Lester noticed how Vincent seemed to be relaxed and it warmed his heart. It never happened before that his brother was so at ease around strangers.
-You all ate together in Sinclair's house. Bo stayed quite silent, observing you all, just like Billy. At some point, he asked: âSo what, ya ainât surprised my brotherâs wearinâ a mask?â he asked. He just wanted for you to say something that would upset Vincent so they would kill you all in your sleep.
-But the three of you just shrugged âYouâre kidding, masks are super cool. Weâll show you ours tomorrowâ you smiled and the boys nodded âWhatâs a killer without a mask anyway?â Billy agreed âItâs classic horrorâ he added âYeah so lame of you, Bo, to not wear any mask, by the way. You could have been the masked twins, ugh such a missed opportunityâ Stu continued.
-Lester started to laugh and he thought he quite liked you all. You were some fresh air in Ambrose, fun and crazy. He knew it was the beginning of a new era for his family.
-Bo was bewildered but he guessed you werenât so bad then. You had been polite with Lester and you werenât judging his twin, so you could stay. Maybe he would even learn to love you.
-Vincent was eager to keep you all in Ambrose, forever. Maybe you could even help the Sinclairs build the future. You were going to be part of the family, he could feel it because you were different from usual people.
-You were monsters, too.
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bad boy az 6
warnings: 18+, 16/18 age gap, angst, some smut not with reader (please dont kill me), self loathing, self sabotage, childhood trauma affecting relationships, loneliness, heartbreak, underage drinking, underage drug/alcohol abuse, toxic masculinity, lots of time jumps, kind of a filler chapter
a/n: i know it hurts :') hold my hand
azriel masterlist
wc: 3.9k
Her words swirled in Azriels mind. They were like torture.
He knew he had fucked up, he knew she didnt deserve the way that he was treating her. What had she even done wrong? Just try to love him? He was trying to get the point across that he was unloveable the only way he really knew how. Self destruct. It was easier than letting her in. It was easier than taking that giant risk of abandonment. The risk of letting her get too close, once she did he knew she would realize how much of a worthless shit bag he was.
She was smart, beautiful, she had a future ahead of her. It wasnt his place to distract her. No matter if she was right or not. Anger and hate were the easiest emotions, they came naturally, they didnt make him nervous... They didnt turn his stomach or scare him, they were all he knew. Being a lonely hateful burn out was the easiest solution.
His heart ached. He didnt want her to think he was a monster. He wanted to chase after her, to call her, to apologize and tell her she was right. To tell her that he did feel something every time they were together even if he couldn't make sense of what it was. He knew the closer she got the sooner she realized that dick truly was the only thing he had to offer. So tonight Azriel would do what he did best and push all his feelings down with a night of partying, it was Friday night after all. He opened his thread with Rhys and typed out a quick message to him. what are we doing tonight
It only took a few minutes for Rhys to respond. frat party come over whenever to pre
ahhhhht college pussy just what i need
therapy is what you really need az
pussy is therapy
you're a mess
He didnt have to see him to know Rhys was chuckling and shaking his head at him. Azriel tossed his phone to the side before he started to get ready. He didnt really intend on fucking anyone though, he knew it wouldn't fill the void that was eating at him.
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Azriel was already drunk when the three of them arrived at the party. That was normal, they never seemed to know where to stop when pregaming before anything. The three of them just had too much damn fun together. Tonight wasnt only about pleasure though, he knew he needed to stop fucking around so much and get the rest of the pills off he had on him tonight. He was already going to owe Rhys for how much he had been dipping into his stash the past couple weeks.
Azriel stood alone by the kitchen, breaking off from Rhys and Cass, he knew he was more approachable when they weren't by his side. He figured the three of them together probably looked kind of scary. He held a drink in his hand, surveying the crowd carefully.
He found himself wondering what y/n was doing, wondering how she was spending the rest of her friday night after he had yet again, hurt her. He knew that if she kept coming around him, kept believing in him, kept loving him as she said she did. She would just keep getting hurt. Azriel didn't know how to change for her, he didn't know how to be right for her... All he knew was that all he had done thus far was introduce her to partying, sex, drinking, and smoking weed... And hurt her. None of those things were positive. She was a smart, shining, beautiful little nerd that he had tainted with his presence. He knew that she was one hundred percent better off without him, and he guessed that was why he subconsciously continued to destroy whatever was going on with them. He really didnt know why he did the things he did, he was just fucked up, he supposed.
He wondered if Maggie had took her out to one of the high school parties to get her mind off of things. His stomach turned at the thought, he imagined James approaching her again without him there. His grip tightened on the cup, it crinkled slightly. He couldn't help himself when he opened his phone, his finger hovering over their conversation. it was the liquor maybe or just the fact that he couldn't bare to think about the things that might happen to her without him by her side to protect her. He guessed maybe, that was one thing he was good for. Keeping her safe. if you're out don't do anything stupid, stay with your friends
"I didn't expect to see anyone from school here," he focuses at the female voice, looking up from his phone, he had been spacing out.
"I belong here," he smirks, sliding his phone into his pocket. He looks down his nose at Stacy Willet. She was in Azriels class, they'd be graduating together. "You're the one who's out of place, how'd you even get an invite?" he adds, looking at her from head to toe, little heels, tight dress, several silver necklaces, bangles, and earrings adorned her silky skin. She was hot, basic compared to y/n but she still looked good.
She had hated Azriel for getting gum stuck in her hair when they were kids on the bus, but something had changed eventually, once she had gone through puberty and decided he was hot. He knew she wanted to fuck him, he had never really given her the time of day though, he liked it better when girls weren't so easy, made him work for it at least a little. Plus, she had snitched on him after all, even if it was just third grade.
"You're so cocky, but I bet you can't even back it up," her lips turned up into a little sneer of a smirk as she met Azriels eyes.
"Wouldn't you like to know," he drops his voice slightly, turning his chin up slightly at her. This was a nice distraction, though he couldn't help but compare every single thing about her to y/n.
She blushes, he can see it but she doesn't change her expression, she just keeps smirking up at him. "Where's your sophomore?" she quirks a brow, Azriel could feel his expression harden, his face twists slightly in annoyance.
"She's not my sophomore," he snaps, looking away from her now as if she was becoming boring. More annoying than boring really.
"Simmer down bad boy, I'm just saying, she's been following you around since the beginning of school like a lost puppy. I mean why settle for that when you could have this?" she asks, her tone is smooth, like honey, and she gestures down to her body. He scoffed quietly, little did she know that she was nothing next to y/n. She was very curvy though, he had to give her that at least, giant tits, fat ass, slim waist.
"You trying to test my gangster?" his lips twitch slightly and he leans in closer, her breath hitches. Girls were too damn easy for him, they always had been, all he had to do was look down at them with that burning hazel gaze under those thick dark lashes he had. She swallowed, regaining her composure. "Watch your mouth," he warns, his jaw flexing slightly.
"Or what?" she challenges, batting her eyelashes at him. "I'm just saying, you can do way better Azzie, some girls even know what they are doing," she smirks, he grits his teeth a little, he wanted to choke her out and tell her not to ever speak about y/n again. Or call him Azzie. No one was allowed to call him that. Maybe y/n, but not Stacy Willet.
"You can show me," the words are coming out before he even thinks them through and before he knows it, she's giggling and pulling him into the bathroom by the collar of his shirt.
She presses him against the door, pressing her lips to his and his hands quickly find her ass, squeezing tightly. "So fat," he grunted quietly into her mouth, earning a small moan from her, he couldn't help but get annoyed at the whiny high pitched noise. "Shut up," he says and presses his large hand against the top of her head, pushing her down to her knees. "Show me what I've been missing then Stace, maybe I'll put it in your hair," he smirked down at her, she gives him a dirty look, recalling the third grade gum incident, he frees himself from his boxers and her eyes widened at the size.
"Okay, so you can back it up," she whispers, swallowing hard before she wraps her lips around Azriels cock. He bites his lip, tan skin flushed as he grips the back of her head and begins fucking her face. Her nails dig into his thighs but he doesn't moan. He was here to get his nut off and that was it, get out some of his frustration, distract himself. He watches as she gags and chokes on his size, tears running down her face, it was annoying but he couldn't stop wondering how y/n would have sucked his cock if he'd given her the chance. She wanted to one day, but hadn't let her, it would have felt too intimate to guide her through that, their eyes locking while he told her everything she needed to do to make him cum. They had fucked often, he had eaten her pussy for an hour before, but it was only ever that... There was no love making, no intimate touches or long eye contact. He didn't do that.
But even fucking this hot girls face couldn't seem to get his mind off of y/n.
"You're not convincing me yet," he smirks down at Stacy, putting his attention back on her, he saw anger flash in her eyes and she pulled off of him, pulling her dress up and she bent herself over the counter. "That's a little better," he chuckles quietly before he smacks her ass. She moans again. "I said be quiet," he repeats before he starts fucking her hard, her hips slam into the counter top. He had to admit, it looked like a porno, her fat ass bouncing perfectly on his cock. It still wasn't enough though, it wasn't her.
"Where have you been?" she moaned again and he pulled out of her, he just couldn't take it anymore, he could barely even stay hard or focus on anything and y/n was haunting his thoughts and Stacy's voice was just so fucking unbelievably annoying.
"I told you to shut up, you ruined it." he pulls his pants back up, she scoffs, her face mortified as she watches him.
"What? So that's it?!" she scrambles to stand, pulling her dress back down to cover herself. "You're not even gonna finish?" her lips part and she looks at him with disappointment.
"You told me you could show me and you didn't show me shit you couldn't even keep your mouth shut," he shrugs before adding, "but you better keep your mouth shut about this," he gestures between the two of them before leaving her dumbfounded in the bathroom alone.
Now to get these damn pills all off before he could get really fucked up.
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Monday morning came and Azriel was back at school. They had allowed him time off for the passing of his father but he had already been out for a week and it was time to go back before he got too behind. It wasnt like he was grieving anyway, if anything it was a relief that his dad was gone.
His heart nearly leapt from his chest when he saw y/n standing by her locker, bright and early before first period.
"Hey butterfingers," he leans up against the locker beside hers, she nearly jumps, her eyes flickering to his for a brief moment before staring back to her locker. He didn't like that, he didn't like how she looked away so fast, the distant look in her eyes. He swallowed hard, clearing his throat as he gathered courage. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the other day. I shouldn't have put my hands on you like that, I know it's not an excuse but I've got a lot-"
"It's fine Azriel," she says quietly, her face softening a little as she turns to meet his eyes. She studied him then, and he hated when she did that. He felt so naked and vulnerable when she looked at him like that. He averted his gaze, he couldn't handle the eye contact. Not with knowing what he'd done just a couple nights ago.
"You got anything planned today? I was thinking we could kick it. Just work on homework or something, as friends," he adds the last part only because he noticed a flicker of hope in her eyes. It may have been a little selfish but he just needed to be around her, at least for a little while, he missed her presence so much, he was so damn lonely without her in his life. He knew it had to be only because it was so fresh. By this time next year he wouldn't even remember her, he told himself.
It was her turn to look away, at the word friends, and he didn't miss the way she tugged her books tighter to her chest. He didn't miss the sad look in her eye when she looked back at him and spoke. "Yeah, that would be nice Az," she says softly, and he wonders if it even would be nice for her, if she even meant it, or if she just felt bad for him.
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"Y/n, I have to tell you something," Maggies voice is what interrupts me as I look up from my book, I was sitting in the library, catching up on some reading during lunch period.
"Not now," I sigh quietly, holding the book in my hands, my eyes still fixed on her.
"No. I need to tell you this," she sits down across from me, I glance over at the school librarian who is shooting daggers at us.
"Fine but be quiet, it's a library," I remind her, whispering.
"Okay," she says, her voice now also a whisper. "Please don't shoot the messenger but Olivia told me that Kayley told her that Stacy Willet fucked Azriel at a college party on friday," my mouth goes dry at her words, my fingers tightening on the book.
"On friday?" I repeat slowly, my heart felt like it was cracking in half in my chest, all over again. I recalled the way Azriel had treated me on friday, recalled the fact that we had sex on friday. And then he had sex with her? I felt numb. Embarrassed and dumb for saying the things I said to him before I had left. Obviously he didn't feel a single thing for me.
"I'm sorry I had to be the one to tell you," she whispers back, reaching out to grab my hand.
"No," I say, shaking it off and pulling my hand out of hers. "It's fine, we aren't even together," I shrug it off, burying my face back into my book, I could feel her staring at me. I could cry later, alone in my room. Not here, not at school.
"Okay, well I'll see you later, text me okay?" she stands back up, still looking at me hesitantly, as if she didn't believe I was really okay. I hadn't exactly told her I loved him, but she knew almost everything else, she knew my feelings were strong. I only nodded in response, giving her a forced reassuring smile.
It was true though, we weren't dating. Technically he could do whatever he wanted to. It just hurt. It cut deep. It made me wonder if I truly had been imagining everything between us. I should have known better than to fall for someone like him.
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"Would you like to explain to me, why in the fuck everyone knows we had sex when I specifically told you not to tell anyone?" Azriel growls at Stacy at the end of the school day, standing by her locker.
"Well, we did," she turns, smirking at Azriel. Clearly she had gotten over her upset from the other night, because she looked at him with that same playful look she had before he had fucked her, well started fucking her. He scoffs quietly and just shakes his head.
"Barely. And this is why I don't bother with whores like you, you just had to run your fat mouth didnt you?" her gaze flickers at the name calling but she shrugs.
"Next I'll tell them you couldn't even stay hard," she bites back, but Azriel only rolls his eyes.
"You think I give a fuck? I couldn't stay hard 'cus you're too fucking annoying," anger and maybe hurt flashes in her eyes at his words but he doesn't give her time to come up with anything else he just turns and walks away. He exits the school before pulling his car to its usual spot that he waited for her.
Azriel waited for y/n, leaning against his car and puffing on a cigarette like usual. He smirked a little when he saw her, but it quickly faded when he noticed that she was walking the other direction toward her house.
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I was trying to walk fast, I wanted to get home as quickly as I possibly could. My bed was calling for me. I was tired of crying about Azriel. So I had promised myself earlier that today I would have one last final big cry before I forgot about him for good. Im not even half way home when I hear a car pull up next to me and I glance to the side to see Azriel.
His hair is disheveled, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and he raises a brow when my eyes meet his. So infuriatingly beautiful. I huff softly, my warm breath creating fog in the cold air. "What are you doing? We had plans didnt we butterfingers?" he asks, I hadn't stopped walking, so he was matching my pace now, his car slowly rolling forward beside me.
"You can stop pretending, Azriel," I mutter quietly, a bite in my tone, I tried to walk a little faster. It was crazy how quickly things could change, weeks ago I was spending every waking second that I could with him, now I wanted nothing more than to get as far as I possibly could away from him.
"I don't know what that means butterfingers," He says back and I shoot him a glare, not stopping for even a second. "Can you just stop for a minute and explain to me why you're acting like that?" I scoff, finally stopping and he hits the breaks, stopping his car as well. Hes turned toward me, studying me and I stare back at him.
"It means," I begin, my tone angry, almost hateful even, "that you can stop pretending that you want to be my friend, you can stop pretending that I am anything other than an annoying younger girl with a crush, you can stop pretending that you haven't only been fucking me for anything else other than homework help." Surprise flashes in his eyes, like it usually did when I spoke to him like this. "If you want help with homework you can pay me to tutor you," I add, my tone laced with venom, I swear I see a sparkle of amusement in his eyes before he speaks.
"If that's what it takes to spend time with you," his tone is softer now, his eyes too as he looks upon me. I almost fall for it, almost, before anger rips through me.
"You are so fucking unbelievable," I raise my voice at him now, staring into the car at him, my cheeks burned, my heart racing as he stared back at me. I could see right through him now, I couldn't understand how dumb I had been before. How blind. His jaw flexed.
"Where is this even coming from?" he asks, one hand still tightly gripping the steering wheel, his tanned knuckles turning white.
"Maybe it's coming from the fact that you fucked Stacy Willet right after fucking me?" I can't help it, it slips out. The anger the jealousy, the hurt, I knew he could read it all over my face as I watched him wince. "Friends don't do that to friends, Azriel," my voice drops a little as I feel the lump forming in my throat.
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Azriels gut wrenches at her words, his jaw flexing tightly for what must have been the thousandth time in this conversation. What could he even say to that? He had fucked her, well at least started to. "Its like I made every single fucking moment we shared in my head," she continues, clearly not able to stop herself now that she started, his fingers grip tighter on the steering wheel, and he swallows again, trying to swallow the words that threatened to spill from his lips. "You say these fucking things, these things that make me feel like I actually might mean something to you. But they don't fucking mean anything to you. You just fucking spew shit from your mouth as if to just give me what I want so I leave you alone. Im going fucking crazy!" Her hands fall at her sides in exasperation, tears threatening to spill.
"And you think Im not?!" he can't hold it in anymore as the words begin to spill. "You think Im fucking not going crazy?" her lips part in surprise at the volume of his voice. "It's like ever since I fucking met you I can't fucking stay away from you. I can't get you out of my fucking head no matter what I do," his tone is harsh and biting, his body tense with anger and frustration. "You don't fucking get that Im not fucking good for you y/n. Ive done absolutely nothing except corrupt you since the moment I met you. You deserve so much better than I could ever give you. You are good, you are funny, intelligent, bright... Beautiful." he couldnt stop himself, he knew he was saying too much, making himself too vulnerable. "You don't realize that Im doing you a fucking favor. Someone like me doesn't get to be with someone like you. I fucked that dumb whore because that's what I do, I fuck things up, I hurt people. I didnt do it because I fucking wanted her I did it because Im fucking afraid y/n." she's staring at him, frozen in shock. "I can't fuck you without hurting you but I can't fucking stay away from you either, every fucking thought that crosses my fucking mind is about you. And you think Im not going crazy? You have turned my life absolutely fucking upside down and I don't do this shit, I don't understand this shit, I don't know how to navigate any of this shit. So I am so fucking sorry for wanting to be your friend," his voice starts to fizzle out slightly at his last few words, and his stomach churns with nerves, anxiety biting at him.
She says nothing, she only stares at him, and he had never felt so naked before in his life. He wanted to stay there, to wait and see what she was going to say, but he was afraid of that too.
"Yeah, that's what I fucking thought," is the last thing he utters before peeling off down the street.
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a/n: thoughts & feelings? just bear with me 7 will have you screaming. this is a filler
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(âââĄââ)ïŸ, I'm in loove with your Oscar Piastri x autistic!reader series, it gives really beautiful perspective on navigating relationships while being neurodivergent. I was wondering if you do a imagine/headcannon for Oscar and reader and how they navigate sexual intimacy in particular, like do's and donts, emotions during it stuff like that. If ur not comfortable writing that then it's ok, I just thought it would be interesting âĄ
Bedroom Procedures
Oscar Jack Piastri x Reader
Genre: spicy things ahead but not smut
Request: the way I ran to write this... send me more ideas like this please they are my favorite to write!
Summary: Oscar and Reader navigate through intimacy
Warnings: again... spicy things. However there is no real depiction of anything happening!
Notes: aight, so this is again how I navigate because that's what I know. This is not a depiction of how every autistic person is when it comes to being intimate. Remember that autism is a spectrum and everyone is different.
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Being intimate with each other actually took a long time
At least longer than what is probably average
And that's in opinion
She wants to have sex with Oscar
It's just that it's difficultt and there are so many different feelings that is gets overwhelming quickly
It doesn't help she's trying to dive straight in whenever they try it
Oscar pays attention however
Her body language is how he can understand her feelings
So he knows exactly what he's doing even if she doesn't get it yet
The next time things get a little heated, Oscar slows them both down
"Why are you stopping? Did I do something wrong?"
"Absolutely not, just thought we would try something different."
In her head, different is strange because there is usually an order to these things, and it should become routine eventually
Oscar has other plans
He starts taking their intimate moments incredibly slow
Introducing her to different sensations and letting her tell him what she likes and doesn't
Soon, he has a comprehensive list of dos and don'ts
Like how sometimes she prefers to keep on a loose shirt because otherwise the skin on skin is to much
Not all the time
He always asks before they do anything if she would like to wear one of his shirts
Or how her biting him is usually a good sign because it means she's happy
(Something she does even when they aren't having sex)
Oral is a grey area for her
Sometimes, she'll suck him off for hours, and others, she gets overwhelmed just thinking about it
Oscar doesn't care, though, because he loves her no matter what she's feeling up to
One thing he was not expecting was for her to be relatively kinky
Experimenting is everything
Hard yes and no things but down to try before deciding
Oscar got a bit experimental after he got a general idea and their bedroom communication was good
Again... communication is a key point
He's always asking questions and reading her body just as she is with him
The fact that it's a vulnerable state and both of them are connecting in a way with emotions that even sex itself can't give is incredibly intimate
They don't even make it there sometimes because the emotional ties are just so deep that they simply spend time memorizing each other
Another thing is vocals
Oscar is usually composed and level-headed
Sex however is completely different
It's where he is able to express himself in ways he couldn't before
Also, listening to his voice is something that helps her know if she's doing okay
She also experiments with her voice
Vocal stimming during sex happens often, and it happens when she is on the edge
Her parroting is endearing ad well
Sometimes Oscar will moan or hum in a way and she will copy
A non-verbal agreement to keep going
Can go for maybe two rounds maximum
Maybe three or four but that's on a good day
Follows a routine of how things go down and there is definitely communication beforehand
Even if both parties are in the heat of the moment, he will not start anything without giving an idea of what will happen
It's like an unwritten rule so that she isn't trying to read the situation and get frustrated with herself if she can't understand what's happening
Clear cut yes and no
There is no maybe
All communication is cut and dry, and there is no beating around the bush
Because of her willingness to touch, but only from those she's allowed, Oscar is a teeny tiny bit possessive
If anyone touches her who she's not comfortable with he won't hesitate to bite her in reciprocation
She bites him, he bites her, it's a pattern they keep going because he knows its her love language
Also, it creates some fun on other places
Really the two are very good at setting boundaries and communicating
It makes things fun for both of them and there is never any feelings hurt
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weâll meet again
âweâll meet again⊠donât know where, donât know when..â
alastor x angel!daughter!reader
CHAPTER THREE: weak ankles!
warnings/notes: NOT PROOFREAD (at least thoroughly haha), no use of y/n, uses she/her pronouns, reader is on the fem side, cannibals(?)/cannablism
wc: 2449
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âCAN you believe it?! actual human souls!,â emily paced around her room, if it could even be called that; a couple square feet more and it could just be a house without rooms, âand she let it happen! those poor human souls⊠HUMAN! like- LIKE YOU!â her hands shake violently in your face in deep emphasis
she groans in frustration as she flops down on her bed. âugh⊠if only i can do something.â
âthats the thing, emily. you can.â you state, turning to face her displayed body lazily splattered on her bed. one flick away and shed immediately melt into a pile of goop.
âhow?! weâve been trying to find ways for the past week! even thenâŠâ she turns âi dont want.. you know.â a rare frown settles on the seraphimâs face.
âyou dont want to let sera down, huh?â she groans solemnly at your assumption, face down into her pillow now.
ânoâŠ! well, not fully, atleast.. i mean, its not like i can go to hell myselfâŠâ
that rang a bell in your mind, it vibrated throughout your whole body. maybe she cant. you open your mouth to vocalize your opinions before shutting it, turning back around. unfortunately for you, this doesnt go unnoticed by the second seraphim.
âyoure not thinking of going down there⊠are you?â ah, you shoudlve known you cant hide anything from her. besides sparkles or rainbows, she was basically built to detect things like these. despite how naive she can come off, people do tend to underestimate her actual abilities.
âi cant just leave them there emâ i just.â you frown âi can do something for them. its not like theres anything else waiting for me up here. you havent been on earth like i have.â
âthis is about your father⊠isnt it?â
static rings in your ears as the assumption brings you to a halt. maybe. you were mad at him, though. so was it for him?
âyou dont understand.â
she calls your name, âits justâ its dangerous down there.â
âlook, if youre not going to try and fix this directly, i will. its not like i have nothing to lose any wayâŠâ
âthats not true, though.â she grabs your hands and looks at you, a frown resting on her usual joyful face.
âi help people, emily. thats all i do. thats how we met. i help. ⊠but my fa..famiâŠ,â you hesitate, debating over your word choice, â⊠theyâre down there; it seems like my life attracts âbad thingsâ, hah. i just.. i need to go.â
âi understand that but⊠do you really think hanging onto the past will fix that?â
her statement bites back at your tongue, inhibiting your ability to speak on the matter any longer.
ââŠgood night, emily.â hah, your non-confrontational mind pushed you out the door of her room. guilt rushed into your veins but you pushed along, you had something you wanted and you took it.
thats one of the things the heaven-borne angels will never understand. ambition. the human need to strive for success and borderline obsession in something they want. need. hand cuffs dragging you along some sick deal you signed with yourself.
you wandered aimlessly throughout the halls of the heavenâs court, navigating your way to the exit. Before you could, the annoying, sadly familiar voice sent radio waves through your mind.
âWELL WELL WELL isnt it little miss goody two shoes! whats a bitch like you wandering around at this hour?â adam and lute stop you dead in your tracks. ugh, you had to put your pretty face on if you were going to get past these wretches.
âgood evening, sir adam, maam,â you nod to them with the politetest smile you can offer to a lot like them, âdont mind a gal like me, just strollinâ her way home.â
âAH, well, since weâre here already. say youve heard about the fun little endeavor we got goin on, yeah? why dont youââ
ânoâ,â you take a deep breath, âno, thank you.â
âbitch, you didnt even let me finiâ.â
âwell pardon me, but i dont need you to finish. i will absolutely not be joining you on your little⊠excursion to hell.â
âOH, come on! first of all, wouldnt kill ya to stop interruping me, kinda RUDE.â your smile has tightened that it nearly imprinted on your face âtwo, you got kickass aim! you shot⊠squirrels and shit when you were alive. what, your old man teach ya that or something?â
âwhether i can shoot or not is none of your concern, adam. now if youll excuse me, i have places to be. errands to be run.â trying slipping past them, you cant help but notice they were still attempting to hinder your steps.
lute stands in front of you with the same old face she had. it was never even her face. it was a mask. a helmet. one shielding the exorcists from the physical reality of the state of man.
adams voice booms at you âLISTEN, bitch. any low life creature like you should be GRATEFUL that i even tried recruiting you in the first place. its a fucking HONOR to work with me.â
âuhuh. well this low life creature is oh, soooo grateful that the one and only adam, first man of heaven and earth, invited her to your um,â the man smirks as she continues , âoutings, but she has more important things to do that day. good day to yaâ.â
you shouldve flown off a long time ago.
â â â â â â â â â â
the clock ticked quietly. the minute, second, and hour hand all moving in direct correspondence with one another to simply label the concept of human events in mathematical sequences. the clock struck three.
it was exactly two weeks till the extermination. you had to do what you had to do anyway. you may or may have not stolen something of emilyâs to get where you were today, but oh well. shed understand⊠hypothetically.
its not like that stop you anyway.
flowing energy of pure essence and magic floated aimlessly through the air, twisting and curling with each individual atom. each surged with enough power to bend events on earth.
whispers of the ancient and calls from the deep filled your ears as the quiet grew louder towards you. it was overwhelming, but yet, each medley made you seem like you were being relaxed.
a portal opened, supposedly to the destination you needed to get at. before stepping in, you thought.
i can die here. again. a cannibal could yank off your arm. you might get assaulted. you might mawled. robbed. the possibilities were endless. hell was free will with no bounds.
a frown appeared on your lips as you stared at the blinding light. you were one step away from the sole thing you have been searching for weeks.
your soul could be enslaved.
.
you were never that dumb, anyway.
you hurried through the portal, making haste as if someone on the other side has caught you in the act. if you were caught, youd be banned. banished. fallâ
âMMPHM!â you walk right into a random hold llady with a cane.
âWATCH WHERE YAR GOINâ, YOU WRENCH!â the old lady screamed at you, causing you to frown. âBETTER GET SOME EYES BEFORE I EAT THEM MYSELF!â
âsorry, maamâŠâ
âsorry, my ass! hmph.â
you laugh nervously as you circle around the woman to escape, only to be surrounded by⊠a lot more people. even through the crowds compaction, from the distance, there was a sign.
CANNIBAL TOWN.
ah, just what you needed. seems like youre just a magnet for every cannibal, even in death.
âhaha⊠hello⊠there, good sir.â some man goes to examine your wing and sniffs it⊠he gives a nod of approval to his friend before you snatch it away from his hands, hugging it close to your chest. âthat is mine, thank you.â
your nose twitched at the stench of hell. the grim and soot combining into various airborne particulates that filled your lungs like toxins.
however, one goes in and tries to chomp your ankâ
sharp pain reaches the area as you shriek back in pain, earning some recognition from passerbyers, and especially, a certain someone.
see, its not everyday people of hell see pearly white wings on their doorstep. it's like these cannibals just hit the goldmine of a chicken dinner and you were the first thing on their menu.
right before you started throwing hands, a lovely woman showed up. she reminded you of some of the ladies that babysitted you as a kid when you were alive. had the dress, the hat, the heels, everything. just taller. and with black⊠PITCH black irises.
âoh, shoo! leave the poor woman alone! did cha mothers teach you anything?!â she shoos off the boys, hands resting on her hips and frown resting on her face. she turns around and formally greets you.
âALRIGHT, lets see. whats a doll like you hanging around a place like this? i gotta say, im a little flattered someone as cute as you showinâ up at my doorstep!â she thoroughly examines you and obviously takes note of your nearly obnoxious feathered wings.
she clicks her tongue and smiles âah! you really did fall from heaven, huh? ohhh, im just teasing yaâ, hun. but i do say, your one the make the mens ankles go weak! quite the bees knees!â
âas much as i love the enthusiasm, seems like ive had the opposite effect.â you display the very clear bite mark, making rosie laugh at your matching energy.
âohh, weâll get you fixed right up! dont mind those boys⊠you know how they are, especially in this time of age, YEESH!â she pushes you inside a cute olâ building Franklin and Rosieâs Emporium.
âsit, sit! make yourself comfortable,â her motherly tone calms you down, âcan i getcha anything! ooo, where are my manners, i forgot to introduce myself! the names rosie, its always a pleasure to find poor unfortunate souls like yours end up on my doorstep, especially cute ones.â she winks at you as you settle yourself in a chair, taking note of the wonderful hues and coziness of the environment. it was nothing you wouldve expected from hell.
you introduce youreelf formally, âits a pleasure to meet you. quite the pleasure, especially for a galâ like yourself.â you smiled warmly at the woman, making her giggle.
âawwww, youâre so sweet! no wonder the boys wanted a taste of yaâ, you drip with honey, hun!â
âi could say the same for you, maam.â you smile, offering the same compassion she showed. she grabs some bandages in a miscellaneous cabinet and lifts up your ankle.
âhere, iâll getcha fixed up in no time.â
silence, oddly comforting silence, filled the hall as she wrapped bandages around your ankle.
âthank you, by the way.â
âoh, donât mention it honey, but i must say, seeing a gal like you is quite rare down here.â she states, and despite her irises being pitch black, they still held emotion.
âwellâ um,â you were interrupted by the static of the radio, making rosie gasp and smile in delight. she grabs a radio by the nearby coffee table and places it closer.
âoooo, you got here just in time for my good friend alastorâs podcast! quite the charmer, he is!â
his voice filled both of your ears, for a second your face falters with shock and mixed emotion, something that doesn't go unnoticed by the self-built overlord, but it fixed itself right away.
âgreetings, dear sinners! it is i, your favorite radio shâŠâ
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
you sat at your desk, scribbling away as you studied on yet another miscellaneous biology lesson. the radio turned on, comfortably listening to your fathers voice as he spoke.
pangenesis refers to the creation of pangenes during oneâs lifetime which will then be passed down to the organismâs offspring.
the blending traits theory refers to the combination of traits from the parents. however, this fails to acknowledge the reappearance of traits in next generaâŠ
genetics was truly something. dna wrapped and packed perfectly by histone proteins, compacted in nucleosomes, and turned into the primary foundation of lives.
you and alastor were never related. he scooped you up from some miscellaneous dumpster on the side of the road. it was quite cinematic, actually. right out of a book.
newcomers always questioned your sudden appearance next to him, especially since you looked nothing like him. some assume your father had an act with some women, but those who truly knew of the two of you were ones you hold dear.
âthats it for tonight, folks! its pouring hard, tonight! i better get home and start cookinâ dinner before my daughter starves to death. good night!â his acknowledgement made you smile as the radio filled your ears once more. you turned it off and yawned, shutting the biology textbook in front of you.
some kids at school would ask you who your real parents were. youd always respond the same. you said yes and you always, always responded with your fathers name. they would protest and would ask you for a real answer, in which you continue to justify your answer.
even if the two of you werent bound by blood, you were bound by bond.
thirty minutes later, keys rattled, a door opened.
the sound makes you run down the stairs as you didnt hear his usual announcement of his presence. you skidded down hallways on your socks.
you turned the corner and saw him drenched with rainwater.
âim no genuis, pa, but it seems you got a lilâ water on yaââ
exhaustion evident in his eyes, he still manages to smile and roll his eyes at you.
âhush, now, i know i forgot my umbrella,â very unlike him , âbe a dear and grab a towel?â
you laugh and walk to the storage closey and threw him a towel. âyou need a lot more than a towel. a shower, new change of clothes..â you smiled âand a nice cup of tea, hm?â
he embraces you in a hug, getting you wet âhey! i already took a bath, you smell like wet dog!â
âaah, am i not allowed to embrace my favorite daughter in a sincere act of my care and love for her?â
âim your only daughter, pa.â
âand you are also my favorite daughter.â
you push him away and roll your eyes, but your bright smile remains, âgo shower! ugh, now i need to change..â you stretched out your shirt to examine it. he hung his coat and kicked off his shoes. âshoo, go shower before you catch a cold, ill cook ya somethinâ.â
âthank you, dear.â
âanything for you dad.â
anything for you.
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Fake texts au- pt.17 bffs with the rookies+ The Sleepover I
You had called all the rookies and a few others as well, the first one to show up was Lance. You had become friends with him through your uncle and in the short time you knew him, you both had become close.
You ran up and hugged him, making him stumble back a few steps. He laughed, dropping his bags and wrapped his arms around you.
You let go, patting his shoulders, leading him into the house, he motioned to the driver he had rented to bring in the rest of his luggage.
"Holy shit, are you moving in with me?" You gasped as the man brought in two huge suitcases and went back for more.
"You don't want the stuff I got you then?" He raised his brow, sitting on the couch next to you. You shifted closer to the man and nudged him with your shoulders, making him smile.
"Nooooo, I want the stuff, you can leave though," You shrugged.
"Man shut up," he retorted, "I've got to meet with Nando anyways,"
"Well, I'm still your favourite Alonso though,"
"You literally never were," he bit back, making you gasp, you turned your face away, hand on your chest.
"Outta my house man, ungrateful ass-"
"I'm literally doing you a favour." He deadpanned.
You just stared at him for a second and then broke the silence, incapable of staying still.
"You want a pizza?"
"I want to sleep, jet lag fucking sucks," He groaned, even though the time difference between Canada and Spain wasn't more than his f1 schedule, it was a lot.
"Yeah, come on, I'll show you to your room." You got up, him following.
"By when do the others get here?" He asked as you led him up the stairs.
"Well, Arthur's getting here in like half an hour, Logan and Oscar are getting here by like 5, and Mick's gonna be here by 7, we'll start streaming by like 9 I think," His eyes glistened when hearing Mick's name, obviously happy to have someone he was close with.
I opened the door to the guest room and he immediately made his way to the bed, all but passing out.
You went back down, knowing you'd have to open the door for Arthur soon and I didn't want the bell to disturb Lance. So I opened the door and laid on the couch, scrolling on my phone.
I was lost on TikTok, spam-sending random reels to the group chat.
Suddenly someone grabbed the hood of my hoodie and pulled it, making me jump off the couch and fall on the floor dragging the person down with me.
I opened my eyes to find a laughing blonde bent over my torso.
"What the fuck, Arthur!" you yelled, pushing the still-laughing boy off me, sitting up and adjusting my hoodie.
"Well, who asked you to leave the door open?" He retorted, letting himself fall on the couch, I sat back where I was and he turned, placing his head on my lap, "By the way, did you get a roommate or something?" he asked pointing to the bags.
"Nah, that's just Lance," I said, returning to my scrolling.
"Charlies' asking if we'll be drinking today,"
"i dont know why?"
"So he can call the cops in advance,"
"WE ARENT THAT BAD" I cried out knowing it was a lie.
As time went on, I shifted into a more comfortable position, sleep finally taking us over.
I woke up with a start and startled the boy curled beside me. The doorbell kept ringing a second time, loud and harsh.
"What the fuck," I called out, rubbing my eyes and then remembering Logan and Oscar were supposed to be arriving.
I ran to the door, jumping over Lance's bags in the hallway, opening the door to find my closest friends, "Hi! How are y'all?" You asked, helping them with their bags, and setting them next to Lance's.
You hugged the Brunette and then the blonde who wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in, and making you feel warm.
"How was the flight?" You asked, your hand still around Logan's waist, and his around yours.
The three of you spoke as you walked to the living sofa, where Arthur was finally awake enough to be human.
"Hey, Art," Logan ruffled the other blondes hair and jumped over the back of the couch to sit next to him.
Arthur, who was happy to have someone else to lean on, immediately latched onto Logan, pushing the American down, and passing out again.
"He's jetlagged, or something, I don' know," You shrugged when the boy looked at you for an explanation. "I'll go wake up Lance, y'all know where your rooms are right?" You asked and Oscar nodded, the others either sleeping or trying not to move.
When the man finally woke up, and didn't throw pillows at you with scary accuracy, he walked down the stairs behind you to the living room and greeted the rest of the boys.
You all freshened up and called for some food, waiting for Mick.
Finally, the blonde arrived, smiling and surprisingly with no jet lag.
You guys ate a quick dinner and set up Oscar's twitch channel.
You rubbed your hands together maniacally making the boys look at you questioningly, poor guys, you thought, they have no idea whats planned.
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its_y/n_love never get near the Leclercs when they're sleepy. Ever. Also join Osc's stream ASAP
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username omg girl what?!??
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its_y/n_love @/arthurleclerc pls for the love of god let go of that american
Logansargeant I am traumatised and I will be pressing charges, square up.
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even if they talk; trent alexander-arnold smau
pairing: trent alexander-arnold x nepobaby knowles!model!reader
face claim: taylor russell
summary: people will criticize everything, but there is someone who will never fail you, and that was trent.
warnings: mostly fluff, angst (bit of hate and critics towards reader).
note: this is my first smau i hope it's not too bad! i would love to hear your thoughts or suggestions, also requests are open! â venus đ«đđ«§
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user1 the best out there
user2 unreal đ„đ„đ„
user3 let's go reds!
ynknowles congrats! is there some secret routine helping you before the game to be that amazing? đ€
âȘtrentarnold66 Maybe.. But I can't share any details here đ€«
âȘuser4 ARE WE MISSING SOMETHING????
âȘuser5 whats so interesting??? share with the class????
user6 yn and trent interacting??? i- wow
âȘuser7 if i hadnt seen it with my own eyes id say everyones tripping
user8 are they implying something or is just me
âȘuser9 I THOUGHT EXACTLY THE SAME
user10 YOU BETTER EXPLAIN YOURSELF ynknowles
user11 LET HER COOK
âȘuser12 girl i think they've already had a feast
user13 wtf is yn doing here
âȘuser14 she ruins everything good
user15 i hope trent doesnt distract w this... cant even say it
âȘuser16 yeah we know what she did to her exes so...
âȘuser17 put some respect on beyoncĂ©'s daughter's name and inform yourself before talking, mind you
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user trent can do so much better than yn. she just wants to stay relevant
user shes using trent because she has no talents to show
user i've heard rumors about how yn's exes have ended. trent, watch your back, my man.
âȘuser you talk as if she murdered them??? plus she never did anything to any of her exes you're just talking bc it's free
user i just hope that trent can open his eyes asap
user what a disappointment from trent. i thought he was better than dating a spoiled kid with too much time and money in her hands
user y'all are just jealous that she has what many desire 1. money 2. fame 3. beauty 4. trent's dick
user why is everyone jumping to conclusions though? we should give them the space to tell us whenever they feel ready
user i love how haters act like they know everything about yn's life and they dont know shit
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ynknowles paris you are the vibes âïž so damn proud of my little blue and this mind-blowing tour, i love you momma beyonce !
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beyonce Love you endlessly, my angel. You know how much your support means to Blue. đ
bellahadid Prettiest fairy in the world.
troyesivan mmm alright??? why are you so perfect???
user18 no trent here though đ€·ââïž
user19 this is the confirmation about how yn just uses trent
user20 ugh. i hate these nepobabies who think the world revolves around them
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ynknowlesupdates Yn Knowles in Anfield today with friends! This is the first time we've seen her in public in three months.
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user1 i cant stand her đ smile or smth if youre gonna see your "boyfriend"
âȘ ynfan1 if you cant stand her then poke your eyes with a spoon and dont bother đ
ynfan2 omg this will be the first match that she attends. i hope she enjoys it!!!! (win please)
ynfan3 I MISSED HER SO MUCH IM GLAD SHES WELL
ynfan4 baby looks tired of people taking pics of her đ i wanna hug her
âȘuser2 but shes there for that??? she loves attention
âȘynfan5 or maybe just MAYBE she wants to support her boyfriend??
ynfan6 TODAY I WAS MISSING HER MORE THAN ANYTHING SHE LOVES ME
trentfan1 WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE DOING THERE?? i though we had gotten rid of her đ©
user4 if we lose today you know who is to blame...
trenfan2 over and over again i will repeat it until trent leaves her, shes with him for fame
âȘynfan7 yeah cause trent is soooo worried about what you think right???
user5 i bet shes there just for the cameras
trentfan3 yn trying to be a wag is so cute and laughable. she doesnt even measure up to the real ones.
âȘuser6 ikr? shes trying so hard poor girl
trentfan4 the fact that she goes with her friends đđ i bet no wag would want to be seen with her
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trentarnold66 Just clever people can handle how flawless my queen is. Happy first anniversary, my love. I love you madly, always. No need to demonstrate anything on social media when we're tellin' each other how much we love at every hour. â€ïž
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ynknowles i love love love you so fucking much you dont have an idea
âȘtrentarnold66 i love you more more more than you could imagine
ynknowles thank you for being the most perfect man ive ever known t â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
âȘtrentarnold66 i just try my best to be on your level, lovely
beyonce You are such a gentleman, Trent! Grateful for the way you take care of my angel.
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ynfan8 A YEAR??? BUT IF WE FOUND OUT FOUR MONTHS AGO
âȘtrentfan5 i feel so stupid how did they hide it so well đŠđŠ
trentfan6 shut them up trent
trentfan7 THATS A GOOD MAN!!!! men just take notes rn
bellahadid Thank you for taking care of the purest woman in this world, Trent đ
ynfan9 not bee and bella thanking him đ„șđ„ș
âȘtrentfan8 im gonna cry he must be so cute
âȘynfan10 no bc she surely spent some tough months with the hate towards her and he sure was the supportive boyfriend as he should đđ
trentfan9 WHY NO ONES TALKING ABOUT THE BATMAN KEYCHAINS???
âȘynfan11 nonononooooo i love them best couple in the world
ynfan12 the pics he takes of her, the caption, everything đȘđȘđȘ god send me a man like that
trentfan10 the people who said they were going too fast must be regretting it đ€
ynfan13 im afraid we'll find out they have kids when they're in uni, lmao. happy anniversary you two!!!! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
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