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Smutober Day 16 ~ Prompt ~ Lee Minho [M]

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

PAIRING: Minhox Fem !Reader  

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI,, prompt: ““Wow you take Cock like its your day job”” slight praise kink, seven minutes in heaven

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - Smutober 2023

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You anxiously watched as Minho walked into the room with you, this had to be some kind of sick joke that the universe was playing on you. There was no way in hell that THE Lee Minho, one of the most popular guys in your university was about to play seven minutes in heaven with YOU. You bit down on your lip as he looked at you from across the room, shutting and locking the door as he felt his skin beginning to burn.

God, he'd had a crush on you for as long as he could remember and it was safe to say he was more than a little nervous to be in this room with you. His friends had told him that no matter what name he picked out of the jar just to say that it was yours.

"Hey," You stuttered a little as you sat cross-legged on the bed, your heart hammering against your chest. It was safe to say that you were nervous and Minho could see it written all over his face. Worry began to build inside of him, what if you didn't want him? 

"Hey, if you don't want to do this, I totally get it." He told you as he scratched the back of his neck.

"I want to." You said a little too quickly, your body burning with embarrassment, you didn't want to sound too desperate.

"Me too, like so badly." He whines before he comes and sits beside you on the bed, his hand coming up to hold your face as he caresses your cheek. Your whole body flamed as you looked at him, your tongue wetting your lower lip as he smirked a little.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted you." He whispered before kissing you deeper, you barely had time to process what he'd just said before you were kissing him back. Gasps left your throat as he ran his hands down your chest and grabbed your boobs through your shirt.

"No bra? Fuck, you're so hot." He whined out with a breathy chuckle.

It didn't take long for both of you to strip down to your underwear and Minho was looking at you like you were the last meal on earth,

"You're gorgeous." He whispered as he kissed down your neck, biting down on your skin softly as you let out a gasp, letting him know that you were putting in his hands.

Minho's hands curled around the waistband of your thong before ripping them off and throwing the now useless fabric across the room. 

"Please," You whispered as his hand rubbed up and down your thigh, so close to where you desperately wanted to feel his touch.

"You're so cute when you're begging for me," He whispered as he ran his fingers through your folds, coating himself in your arousal as you whined out bucking your hips a little. As soon as he saw you buck he pushed two fingers into you,

"You're so wet, is it all for me?" He questioned as he curled his fingers deep into you, a loud moan leaving your throat as you nodded frantically at him,

"F-Feels so fucking good!" You moaned out as he continued to drive his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace,

"You're so tight," He whispered in your ear, biting down on your ear lobe as you cried out his name. Your hands held tightly onto his arm as he picked up the pace of his fingers, your eyes screwing shut as you gave into the pleasure that he was giving to you. 

"Im...I'm so close," You warned him, looking at him with a slight panic in your eye, almost as though you were scared for this to be over.

"Cum for me, angel." He said as he continued to fuck his fingers into you. Your toes curled, your legs shook and you cried out his name as your nails dragged down his arm. Minho continued to pound his fingers into you, letting you ride out your high completely as he whined a little.

Someone pounded on the other of the door,

"Times up!" A female voice yelled but neither of you moved, Mihno just crashed his lips to yours and laid you down against the bed as he stood between your legs.

"I'm clean and on the shot," You told him when you saw him searching for his pants, he grunted at the thought of getting you to feel you without something between you.

"I want this round to not be an indicator of my abilities." He told you as he kissed you deeply, the tip of his dick at your entrance.

"I can last longer, it's just...I-I've wanted you for a really long time." You ran your hand over his blushing cheek and bucked your hips moaning out as he pushed into you. God, he was bigger than you thought and you could feel his dick stretching you from the inside.

"You're so fucking big." You moaned out, looking at him as he whimpered your name out.

"You take me so well though, baby." He cooed, kissing you deeply as he slowly pulled out of you only to push back a second later and bottom out inside of you.

"Wow, you take cock like it's your day job," He grunted as you giggled a little, it probably should have been an insult but it didn't feel like one, not coming from him. Minho began to rock his hips roughly in and out of you, ravaging you as you looked up at him. Every thrust sent you sliding toward your orgasm and you whimpered a little,

"Minho, oh god." Your nails dragged down his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist trying to pull him closer to you. The thought of everyone listening to you outside of that door only made everything feel twice as intense, your skin was on fire as you cried his name out.

"Minho," You moaned out, looking up at him to find his eyes on you and filled with complete love.

"So tight...You're fucking mine," He growled out, a possessiveness taking over his voice and it only turned you on more, pushing you closer to your release.

"Come for me, Yn. I want to feel you," You cried out as your back arched away from the bed, your body shaking from the force of your climax. You weren't sure you'd ever come like that before but tears were building up in your eyes,

"Good fucking girl," Minho grunted as he kissed the tears away, his thrusts turning sloppier as he came into you with a moan of your name.

The two of you stayed still for a few seconds, panting as he leaned his forehead against yours and let out a small chuckle.

"We should get dressed and head out, we can use the bathroom window so that none of them see us." He told you as he reached for his hoodie, giving it to you. The bedroom you were in was on the bottom floor so it wasn't as though you were going to have to scale the building.

"We can go back to my place...If you want to, that is."

"I'd love to." You told him as you quickly dressed into his hoodie and your pants, watching as he unlocked the door and rushed toward the bathroom door with you, both of you climbing out of the window and running toward his car.

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[teaboot]

I'm Singaporean, I just saw the posts about schools in Canada vs Korea and now I'm kinda curious how things vary within this half of Asia.

Looking at your questions for the Korean asker, dyeing your hair isn't allowed but how strict the teachers will be about it probably depends on school. My secondary school (age 13-16) had one teacher who made a classmate with (presumably naturally) lighter brown hair dye it black, which was hilarious. If necessary for explanation, it was a Christian school with pretty strict rules on grooming no one had the energy to follow leading up to graduation.

We have uniforms up until you finish secondary school, then it depends on where you go. You have to buy them yourself unless you're on financial assistance or getting some kind of government subsidy, in which case I'm not sure how it works exactly.

And now the actual asking part of this ask: do y'all split math up into different subjects and if so, why??

Kids had to dye their hair to match as a group? What the fuck???? What the hell does hair matter???? Then again... bra straps and shorts don't matter either, and those are restricted everywhere, so maybe school is just dumb everywhere.

And math!!! Not super sure what you mean, but until about grade 10 here in BC all math is taught in one math class that's just "math". In grade 10 you can take precalculus or... the other one? And the idea is that Precalculus is for students going into university and the other one was for students going into trades. You NEEDED precalculus to go on to higher learning, is what we were told.

"Math" was just all math. Multiplication, geometry, algebra, etc.

"Precalculus" was all the basic skills meant to prep for calculus used in STEM stuff- polynomials, trigonometry, more algebra, that junk.

I failed it hard two times but passed the government exam so they weren't allowed to fail me again.

Also I'm good at math so they can kiss my ass now 👍

[catcze]

ooooh in that case, could i please be just strip poker anon? short and sweet. i've never been a regular anon before :D

now a question from me miss catte - what do you think mr wriothesley and mr neuvillette's tastes in lingerie are? 🤔

STRIP POKER ANON BABY IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT AGAIN ASDBNJHAS 💔💔💔💔 But yes !!! OMG !! I honorably give thee the title of 'strip poker anon' ♡ And tee hee ♡♡ Boy oh boy do i have thoughts for this 👀👀 Apologies in advanced if I'm nott super duper good w this one TT i have a whole vision in my head but im not the best at describing clothing HAHJSDBKAJS

16+ !! Suggestive content !!

「 CWS : 」 Did my best to not explicitly mention what kind of underwear reader uses (i.e I didn't mention if the reader uses a bra, panty, etc.) so that it's more universal and (hopefully) gender neutral !! Super suggestive content under the cut, but nothing explicit.

Okay, imo Neuvillette seems like a guy who would be into soft, lacy type of lingerie, you know? Satin, lace, sheer mesh, those types of things. Lingerie that floats around you like water when you move, just sheer enough that he gets a hint of your skin beneath the fabric, but still drapes around you like the wings of a butterfly. His taste would be less strappy and super-tight fabrics, i think, and more the kind of fabric that sits on your skin. The kind that allows him to push it off with a wave of his hand as he kisses his way down your body. The kind that pools beside your body like silk when he finally has you bare, the kind that shimmers as you glow under his gaze.

For Wriothesley, right off the bat, this guy is into that kinda shit. I talked before about how I think he's into thighs, and my goddd if this man sees you in sheer thigh highs + a garter belt and he sees the way that your thighs kinda,,, like,,, squish at the top of the thigh highs? if you know what i mean? then he is going to whole ass drool for you. The kind of lingerie he's into is the more racy kind, the ones that hug your body and make you look like a treat, all ready for him to eat up. He likes straps and garters, ones that he could pull taut and snap back against your skin, just to hear you yelp in surprise. The kind, also, that he doesn't have to necessarily remove as he's worshipping your body, if you get my drift.

[rosepinksky]

Pay For My Time (pt. 5)

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Female reader

In which Ghost's neighbour drags him in for dinner, and then ruins his life.

Warnings: alcohol & nicotine use

word count: 1.9k

ao3 link

part 1 (smutty!)

masterlist

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I was antsy that night at the club, constantly checking over my shoulder for a figure that never showed. I did my best to plaster a bright smile on my face as another girl clinked her glass against mine, waving off her questioning face with a half-hearted reassurance that no, I’m good, just tired.

The hot pink lace felt too tight against my chest, the cheap fabric scratching against my glitter-dusted skin. I adjusted the straps over my collarbone, gulping down the cheap vodka in one breath as I turned my attention towards an older man in a charcoal suit at the bar. I sidled up to him, running a hand down his arm as I introduced myself with a practiced, sultry tone. He smirked as his gaze roamed greedily across my body, and I set my drink down next to his on the bartop.

I had never been one for feeling self-conscious. Since my first underwired bra at 14, since my first time fooling around with a boy in someone else’s bedroom at a house party at 16, since I’d spent my first year of university giggling sweetly at some trust fund Eton kid at a sports society mixer- I was a self-assured, confident, attractive young girl. Bright, too. Never one to say the wrong thing, to embarrass myself. Always pretty, always smart, always charming.

I remembered the day I sat down in my professor’s office to tell her I was dropping out. The confused frown tinged with concern as I babbled happily about my alternative plans, about him, about moving to London and summer weddings in Cornwall. A flashy diamond ring that didn’t quite suit my tastes but blinded me anyway glittering on my left hand.

God, it was strange how the thing I resented most was how damn good my dissertation would’ve been if I had stayed.

Leading the businessman- Michael, I think he said?- up to the private booths by then hand, I was struck by another wave of bitterness by the way Ghost had denied me that morning. Didn’t he know? Didn’t he know how good I was, how many men tonight were willing to empty their pockets just to have me in their lap?

Ungrateful prick, to deny me his cock when I offered myself up so freely for him. I made a silent vow as I bent at the waist to put on a slow song to cut him off, to ignore the needy little voice in my core that ached for him to fuck me like a goddamn ragdoll once more. I swore that vow again as I began to sway in front of this other man, dragging my nails up the sides of my thighs, feeling his eyes burning holes into the soft flesh of my ass.

I hated men, I decided in that moment. I hated how they made me feel, how they used me, how desperate I somehow still was for their fucking approval.

I left the man in that booth the second he tossed me a few notes, not bothering to send a parting smile his way. I shouldered my way back down the stairs, not stopping until I collapsed back into my chair in the dressing rooms.

“Fuck!” I whispered to myself as I gulped down a mouthful of water, closing my eyes as I exhaled sharply, cheeks burning with emotions that had no place coming to the surface right now.

I was grateful for the emptiness of the room in that moment, away from prying eyes and well-intentioned questions from the other dancers. I stared at my own reflection in the vanity mirror as I puffed away at my vape until my throat burned. I took in the slight imperfections of my face under the heavy makeup, the way the mascara clumped my bottom lashes together, the way my lipstick had smeared just at the corner of my lips. I frowned, swiping away the trace of red that escaped its confines, glancing up at the clock on the wall and resigning myself to the fact that I couldn’t really leave for a good few more hours.

There were a few things that struck Ghost as interesting about Lucy’s flat. On the surface, it was entirely what one would’ve expected from a girl like her. Doused in far too much pink, and enough candles to be considered a fire hazard to the entire building. But he’d spent too much of his life on high alert, eyes trained to take in and analyse every single detail presented to him, to be able to ignore those little ins she’d inadvertently given him.

Way too many open bottles on that bar cart, of course, though he wouldn’t have needed his SAS training to pick up on that particular vice of hers. He’d meant it in more ways than one when he’d told her he didn’t fuck drunk girls; his younger self tensing up on instinct when he saw the slight gloss in her eyes, reminiscent of his father’s blank gaze after yet another 12-pack of cheap corner store lager.

But he’d looked closer, in those fleeting hours spent in her home. Noticed the lack of pictures adorning the walls, the lingering feeling that this was a place only ever inhabited by one. No visitors. No family coming to stay for the weekend, no friends crashing after a late night dancing, no Friday afternoon coffees with that one cousin you always promised to keep in touch with but only ever saw thrice in a decade.

That struck him as odd, especially after she’d been so comfortable, so practiced as she invited him in and cooked for him. That meal was not the cooking of a lonely stripper in her early twenties, he knew that much. But still, he couldn’t picture Lucy coming from a childhood of a stay-at-home mother who patiently taught her to cook over some overpriced Aga, all warmth and softness. No, this was a woman who’d seen reality, had fought tooth and nail to perfect that seemingly effortless exterior- Lucy, Violet, whoever she may be.

He found himself inexplicably drawn to this woman. She was beautiful, no doubt about it. But there was more than that; her easy confidence drew him in, made him both want her and want to be her. He wondered, in the dim light of his lonely living room, what it would be like to exude that kind of quick social intellect. There had to be more, he mused, some reason why she got to possess that effortless, uncomplicated manner instead of him. Was it just a symptom of her beauty? Had she swanned through life unbridled with the worry of other’s judgement, simply gliding by on her looks?

The thought left a sour taste in his mouth, and he chased it away with a swig of his now lukewarm tea.

He was a fucking Lieutenant. A decorated, elite operative, a goddamn prized credit to his government. She was a stripper! No bachelors certificate framed on her walls, nothing to show for her career except some fancy coffeemaker on her countertop. She was nothing, as far as he should be concerned. And still-

And still, his throat got tighter every time he went to text her. He stumbled over his words when she ran her dainty, those stupidly dainty little hands over him.

He’d told her to call him that morning. Left her there in her bedroom feeling all smug, like he’d gotten the upper hand, and he had. Like he always did. Every girl he picked up, every pretty little barracks bunny that fell for the mystery of the mask, he always had the upper hand in the morning- if he waited that long to leave. Never cruel, never neglectful, but never sweet, either.

 And yet, despite his brain pushing forward the vivid memories of her on her knees in front of him, or of her wrapped around that pole looking like an entire fucking meal- the thing he couldn’t get out of his head was the vision of her nibbling on that corner of toast as they sat on the fire escape together in the late morning sun.

His fingers were pulling up her contact page before his brain could catch up and think better of it.

“…Hello?”

Noisy. The club, obviously.

“Hey.”

He could hear the way her breath was coming a little heavier than it should be, so in tune with her mannerisms after less than a fortnight of knowing her.

“Ghost! God, the one man I didn’t want to fucking hear from tonight.”

He pulled the phone away from his ear at that, frowning at the screen. A laugh crackled through from the other end.

“Sorry, I’m not supposed to say stuff like that. Hi, handsome, how are you?”

“I’m…fine. You’re working late for a Monday.”

A light sigh from her, and the flicker of a lighter.

“You’d be surprised. These 9-5 workers, they get fussy on a Monday. It’s one of our best days.”

He huffed out a dry laugh, using his free hand to open a window and grabbing his own cigarette.

“Why didn’t you want to hear from me?”

Silence. He stayed quiet, listening to the way her breath hitched, praying that her lowered inhibitions would give way to some sliver of the truth. He really had believed her when she’d told him she wasn’t a liar, after all.

“…Because I’m mad, at the way you left me this morning.”

He smirked. “That was the point of it. Still, I don’t think that’s the entire reason, princess.”

She scoffed, taking in a long drag of her cigarette before replying.

“God, what do you want me to say? That my ego was bruised?”

His smiled widened. Bingo.

“Now why would you say that, Lucy? Was your pretty little ego bruised, when I refused to fuck you, not once but twice?”

He could hear her grumbling under her breath, and it only served to build up his cracked self-esteem further. So she wasn’t infallible, after all.

“You know you only had to ask me, right, sweet girl? Properly. Without any of that cheap wine clouding your judgement.” He dropped his voice down to a rich, weighty tone, the cigarette dangling idly from his fingers.

“Whatever.” She snapped. “Luckily for you, sir, there’s plenty of men who’ve managed to drag the stick out of their ass for long enough to see what’s in front of them.”

His smile dropped into a frown, sitting up a little straighter. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

There was another pause, and he could practically hear her smug smile. “I’m sorry if the noise disturbs your sleep tonight, Ghosty. I really would try to keep it down, but you know what I’m like when I get properly fucked.”

He wanted nothing more than to wipe that little smirk off of her face, his fists clenching until the cherry of his cigarette burned his knuckles. “Don’t you dare, Lucy.”

She giggled. She fucking giggled.

“Sorry, sir. Should’ve tried to mess with an easier girl.”

The line clicked dead, and he was left staring at the black screen of his phone.

It was less than a minute before he was on his feet, pulling on his jacket and shoving his feet into his boots, grabbing his keys before slamming his front door shut.

[drvirgus]

My Girl

??? X G!P Reader X Ryujin

Description: You were always satisfied. A single Woman that occasionally sleeps around Campus since your Heart already belongs to someone without your knowledge. But what happens when Ryujin asks something of you? Will you forget your first Love and start loving Ryujin?

Warnings: Smut, Reader G!P

Chapter 1:

Ji-hyo looked at me. Her eyes visibly narrowed. "So? What about tomorrow? Are you coming?" she asked as she sucked on her straw. I looked at her and sighed, "I don't know. The tutor gave me until the week after. But yeah, I think I'll come tomorrow and submit it," I replied, nodding my head.

The older woman also smiled. Her head turned briefly to a crowd of people who started shouting loudly in the store, probably playing a drinking game. Some were already drunk, while others were happy as they forced someone to drink.

Here at the JYP Bar, near the university, there were many students relieving stress, especially those who were about to submit their term papers, which was the case for most of the people here. My eyes also looked at the familiar ladies. I had several courses with them, but somehow I could only remember their names halfway.

Lia, Yuna, and Ryujin. I couldn't seem to remember the other two. One of them looked really enchanting, though. Those eyes... I could never look away whenever our gazes met.

Ji-hyo looked at me. Her eyes fell on my phone, which lit up. Almost immediately, she grinned, "Rosé is back in town?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows. I chuckled as I gently nudged her. My lips formed a small grin as I picked up my phone and read the message.

Roseanne (21:16): Hey, Y/N. I'm back in town, and I'm all alone at home. I really don't want to be alone right now. How about we meet at your place? I really want to see you right now.

A smile appeared on my lips. I stood up and grabbed my cardigan from the chair. Ji-hyo understood immediately and chuckled amusedly, "Have fun. Don't be too hard on her," she said as she watched me put on the cardigan and head towards the door.

Unfortunately, I was bumped into right away, "Oh. I'm sorry, Y/N," I heard the beautiful woman with those cat-like eyes say. I smiled politely, placing my hands on her upper arms to steady her. The taller woman looked at me as she almost grinned, "I never introduced myself... I'm Yeji," she said with a smile.

I nodded my head, "Hello, Yeji. I'm sorry, but I really have to go. I have something important to do," I said as I gently released the taller woman. My eyes briefly glanced at all the empty bottles of alcohol and then at the group of girls and boys.

Apparently, they were hosting a mixer here. An event where an equal number of men and women go out for drinks, like a date.

I smiled as I looked back at Yeji, "Have a nice evening," I said politely. Yeji opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by one of her friends. I smiled and left the JYP Bar right away. I immediately made my way back home.

Me (21:20): I'm heading home right now. Looking forward to it.

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My eyes opened once again as I heard the toilet flush. I looked over at the woman who had just come out of my bathroom and was fixing her hair. I sat up, observing the beautiful blonde as she tied her hair up in a messy bun. A slight smile on my face.

Rosé sat back on my bed, slowly getting dressed. My arms, however, wrapped around her hips as my lips brushed against her neck, giving her tender kisses. I felt the slightly older woman sigh and lean against me. "It's okay if you sleep here... It's late," I whispered softly as my lips now trailed over her shoulders, leaving feather-light kisses.

"I can't. I have an important term paper to submit early tomorrow," the blonde woman said as she put on her bra again. I helped her fasten it with a smirk on my face and then stood up, getting dressed as well. "Then let me accompany you," I said as I closed the button of my jeans.

Rosé looked at me, shaking her head amusedly as she watched me getting dressed. I immediately grabbed my phone from the bedside table and put it in my pocket. I patiently waited for the older woman. "How is your mom?" I asked, interested, as my eyes wandered over the blonde's body.

She sighed softly, "She's doing better. She's just a drama queen. She used it as an excuse to get me to go home and visit her. She only had a little fever," she replied, visibly amused. A smile on her face. She then turned to face me.

"But what about you? When I was gone, you surely weren't abstemious, right?" she asked, chuckling lightly. She came over with a slight grin and sat on my lap. I held her firmly at the hips so she wouldn't fall. My eyes locked onto hers.

She laughed a bit, "Oh, come on, Y/N. I'm just teasing you. I don't care who you sleep with... This thing between us is just lust. We still agree on that, right?" she asked, smiling. I immediately grinned and turned both of us around. I supported my hand beside her head and brushed my lips against hers. "I think we've never agreed on something so much," I replied as I connected our lips.

My knee between her legs as she started to gasp. Her hands ran through my shoulder-length hair. "But I think I should take you home, hm?" I asked, grinning slightly as I pulled away from the older woman. I stood up and extended my hand to help her up.

Smiling, we left my apartment. We chatted as we strolled through the streets at a slow and comfortable pace. Occasionally, we stopped at a few red lights, but luckily, we didn't live too far from each other.

I said goodbye with a hug to the older blonde and watched her enter her own apartment. Now, I made my way back home. I even walked slower than before, enjoying the quiet of the night and the fresh spring air.

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As I passed by a pub, the JYP Bar, I recognized a familiar student outside. She was crouched down between two trash bins. My forehead wrinkled in confusion, and I approached the woman. I could hear her vomiting between the bins. My nose wrinkled, but I was also concerned.

I knew her. We had attended several lectures together and occasionally chatted. Admittedly, she wasn't the most pleasant person, but she clearly needed help. Sighing, I grabbed the visibly drunk woman's arm just as she was about to fall into her own vomit.

I helped her stand and looked at her. Her eyes were only half open as she looked back at me. I examined her face. It was Shin Ryujin... the woman I always seemed to compete with, or rather, the woman who competed with me. I didn't do anything special, but I could feel her staring at me from a distance, likely because I had better grades.

"Where do you live?" I asked as calmly as possible. Ryujin looked at me, swaying visibly, so I tightened my grip on her. I swallowed as I felt her body against mine when she stumbled over her own feet. My hands wrapped around her hips to steady her. Thoughtfully, I bit my lip.

Ryujin didn't answer. She seemed... completely out of it. Too drunk to even realize anything...

But should I really take a stranger home with me? Could I somehow find out where she lived? Could I just leave her here?

My mind was racing. "Hey, Ryujin. Are you feeling better?" I heard someone say. My eyes narrowed as I inspected the somewhat sober man. He also seemed to sway slightly and had a rather unpleasant grin on his face. I looked him over.

"Do you two know each other?" I asked, and the man looked surprised. He saw how Ryujin's head hung from the alcohol and chuckled a bit. He nodded his head, "Yeah. The sweet one here is coming with me," he said, laughing lightly as he tried to grab her wrist. However, I stopped him, placing my hand on his wrist as I looked at him with narrowed eyes.

"Where does she live?" I asked, nodding my head towards the drunken woman in my arms. He shrugged nonchalantly, "No idea. She'll be crashing at my place anyway," he said as he pulled away from my grip. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me, now a bit angry, "What do you want anyway? Is she your friend?" he asked, now sounding slightly irritated. "Whatever. I bought her too many drinks. I deserve it," he said, trying once again to take hold of her arm.

My suspicion had been confirmed. He wasn't a friend. He was just a stranger in a bar. My eyes narrowed even more. Ryujin was in no condition to respond or even understand the current situation. With my free hand, I reached for my wallet and took out a few bills, "Here. This should be enough," I said, almost disgusted, as I threw the Money at his feet.

Like a greedy pig, he started crawling. I observed him from above, but I decided to take advantage of the current situation and leave. Ryujin securely in my arms.

However, it was becoming increasingly difficult to walk with a drunk woman, so I decided to carry her on my back. Getting her up there wasn't an easy task either. But after several attempts, I finally managed to position her on my back.

The only sounds I heard from her were her constant groans and moans. But she didn't move an inch. Not even when I climbed the stairs to my apartment and opened my front door.

What could have happened if I hadn't taken Rosé home?

I laid the drunken woman on my bed. She groaned again, but said nothing. I took off her shoes and placed them by the front door. My eyes fell on her clothes. I sighed slightly annoyed.

She was wearing a crop top that was already riding up and very short shorts. My eyes narrowed. Should I change her clothes?

I sighed again and decided against it. I would never undress someone without their consent... I covered the practically unknown woman and went straight to the living room. There, I took off my jeans and thin sweater, lying down on the couch. I always slept in my tank top and boxers.

With a sigh, I closed my eyes. Now, I was sleeping on my couch only because someone couldn't control themselves

[oceanlix]

Day 16: Yangyang + Car sex

Pairing: Yangyang x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1414

Warnings: Breast play, nipple play, car sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight degradation

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Yangyang knows the universe is unfair to everyone, but it seems like this situation is just flat out cruel. As he glances at you in the rear view mirror, adjusting your skirt and blouse, he can’t help but think whatever higher powers are out there just want him to have blue balls forever.

He’s had his eye on you from your first day at the company, even before Ten had snatched you up for himself. But you had never given him the time of day, something he hadn’t been all that used to before you came along. Dozens of women in the office flirted with and tried to bed him regularly, but he had become uninterested since he’d laid eyes on you. And now that your divorce from Ten was finalized, Yangyang felt like he had to finally try and shoot his shot.

Unfortunately for him, you were working on yourself now. Or at least, that was the line you’d feed the countless men that had approached you in the last few months. You’d turned down everyone from CEOs to waiters; Yangyang knew he wouldn’t be the first guy you went for, not even for a rebound. He had no major self esteem or body image issues, but he also wasn’t delusional.

Yangyang glances in the rear view mirror again, just in time to see you unbuttoning a button on your blouse that changes your appearance from ‘questionably professional’ to ‘definitely pushing company dress code guidelines’. His mouth goes dry as he catches a peek of your bra, the black lace hugging your chest just right before it disappears again from his view.

“My meeting will only take 30 minutes,” you inform him, meeting his eyes with a small smirk. “When I get back, we can go to lunch.”

He nods, not quite trusting his voice to cooperate with him at this moment.

You get out of the car, hips swaying as you walk into the hotel you’re meeting your colleague at. Yangyang’s pants tighten as he keeps his eyes on your ass, knowing he’s a total goner. He’s more determined now than ever to get you under him, a plan beginning to form in his head.

—-

It’s obvious what you’ve been doing when you return to the car, this time sitting up front in the passenger seat next to your chief of staff. Or at least, it’s obvious to him. Your blouse is buttoned up wrong, your hair is just a little bit out of place, and your lips are swollen where you’ve been kissed over and over. Yangyang licks his lips as he gestures to your blouse, waving his hand abstractedly.

“Oh,” you giggle, quickly unbuttoning your shirt. “Thanks.” He can’t help his jaw going slack, not expecting you to just expose yourself to him in that way. But before he even has a chance to appreciate the way your lingerie compliments your skin tone, you’re buttoned back up properly. You glance over at him with a curious expression, wondering why he’s so quiet.

Yangyang feels like he’s going to go crazy if he doesn't do something. Before he can stop himself, his hand is coming up to cup your cheek. Judging by the surprise in your expression, you hadn’t been expecting it. But you also weren’t shoving his hand away, so Yangyang thinks he could maybe take it a little bit further.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, bringing his face closer to yours as he leans over the console of the car. You stay silent, eyes fluttering shut just as he presses his lips to yours. You aren’t going to stop him; how could you say no to your extremely hot chief of staff? To be honest, you’re surprised to find out he has any interest in you at all with the way the women in the office fawn over him.

With a little growl, Yangyang grabs your ass, pulling your body over the console and into his lap while his kisses get more and more insistent. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” he confesses against your mouth.

“Yeah?” You find yourself breathless as he makes quick work of unbuttoning your shirt, tossing it into the back seat. “How often have you thought about this?”

“Since your first day in the office,” he breathes. He unhooks your bra and pushes the straps off, immediately rolling a nipple between his fingers as he litters your chest with kisses. “You walked in like you already owned the place, and when you bent over your desk...I knew right then that I wanted to fuck you.”

You moan as his lips attach to your other breast, sucking and flicking over the nipple to give it the same treatment as the other. “That long?”

“Yeah, even before you met Ten. I’ve dreamed of taking you late at night in the office, after everyone’s left for the day and it’s just the two of us. I always thought you’d look so good under me, crying for me while I fuck you into next week. But you never even gave me the time of day.” Yangyang reaches between the two of you and under your skirt, pressing his hand flat against your soaking wet panties. “Seems like you’re thinking about me now, though.”

Your hips jerk towards his hand, though the cramped space doesn’t allow for much movement. “You talk awfully dirty, Mr. Liu,” you groan. “Can you prove it?”

Thank god for tinted windows, Yangyang thinks as he grabs your ass and grinds you down into his lap. “Sit up for a second,” he tells you. As soon as you’re up, he unbuttons his slacks and shoves them down to his knees along with his underwear. His cock slaps against his stomach as he reaches between your legs again, pulling your panties to the side. Then he’s guiding you onto his dick, dragging his tip back and forth across the wetness of your folds before pushing inside slowly.

“Oh, that feels so good,” you moan, clutching at his shoulders. You’re still sensitive from your earlier romp, so you try to stay still as long as possible. Yangyang doesn’t seem to be the type to go easy on you.

“Yeah? Tell me how good my cock feels. Is it filling you up enough?” Yangyang nibbles on your earlobe, his hands roaming all over your ass and breasts. “Tell me when I can move.”

You don’t answer him, instead rolling your hips against his experimentally. “Fuck me already, would you?”

Your chief of staff looks at you with darkened eyes, and before you can make another teasing remark, he’s lifting you off his cock. He drops you back down right away, the tip hitting deep inside your core as you moan wildly.

Yangyang grips your hips and begins thrusting up into you at a rapid pace, the wet squelching sound making him groan. “You’re so hot,” he grunts, leaning forward to kiss your chest. “Such a tight little pussy even though you just got fucked.”

“Yangyang,” you whine, digging your nails into his shoulders.

“I bet that other guy only lasted one round,” he hisses. “I can promise you I’ll last longer than that, if you can keep up.”

Your head falls forwards onto his shoulder, your breasts bouncing against his chest as he continues to fuck you at a brutal pace. Your orgasm is building quickly, and it’s all you can do just to mouth helplessly at his neck. He sees this and reaches between you, pinching your clit with his fingers.

“Come for me,” he commands roughly, and you find yourself creaming his cock right after. The pulsing of your walls has him groaning, but he grabs the base of his dick and squeezes. He isn't done with you just yet, and while he’s sure you could get him back to full hardness rather quickly, he doesn’t want to waste any of his time with you. You still have several afternoon meetings to attend, after all.

When you’re done, you slump against him, wiping your sweaty hair away from your forehead as you try to catch your breath.

“So, do you still wanna go get lunch?” Yangyang teases, reaching over to squeeze your thigh.

You shoot him a glare, letting out a huff. “No,” you answer, rolling your eyes. “In fact, please cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day. I have a rather big bone to pick with my chief of staff.”

[sims4bradshaw]

spellcaster - Angela Jo (1992).

Back in 1992, when this album was first released, no Sim had ever heard of Angela Jo (born Angelica Simmons). But that summer, a strange, enchanting song started playing on Willow Creek University's radio. It was unlike anything anyone had heard before. A woman sang like an angel over eerie synthesizers and droning guitars, in lush, jazzy bridges, and acapella choruses. That was her first single, titled "Figure Of Speech (Don't Worry)." Suddenly, everyone wanted to know all about the mysterious Angela Jo. Upon the albums full release, "Spellcaster" immediately took the number 1 spot, and stayed there for a record breaking 16 weeks! She signed to Plumbob Productions that same year and went on tour the next. However, she did not release her second album "Waterboard" until 2017, and has since turned her focus to her eponymous clothing line, "Jo". In an interview for QI Magazine, she said: "The attention got to be too much [...] | felt that I could no longer make any music, that it wouldn’t live up to [...] people's expectations.” As of 2022, she is dating the actress Samantha Port.

CC LIST UNDER THE CUT

@pralinesims venus bra & croissant eyebrows @synthsims nails @badddiesims angela beach locs (i literally just realized they're called angela LOL omg that was not intentional. the subconscious mind is crazy...) @softerhaze solar sailer eyes @archivefaction cinnamon skin musae cigarette acc @simmerika fumeur poses

[u2fangirlie-blog]

50 Things for My 50th Birthday - Now With 10 Bonus Things!

50 Things for My 50th Birthday

A continuation of my 40 Things for 40 List, with 10 additional entries for 50. Plus 10 Bonus Things!

Originally written December 2013 on my 40th birthday. It's a list of bits of wisdom I wish I had known when I was younger. Every item has a story behind it. I don't know if this is original, intelligent, humorous, creative, interesting, or valuable to anyone other than myself. But it means something to me.

Maybe someday I'll write an annotated version of the list with the stories for each one. Then that would turn into a book. Maybe it's better to give short snippets and remain mysterious than to overshare everything. December 2023.

40 Things for my 40th Birthday: 12/2013

1. The Universe has a sense of humor which manifests itself as irony. Take time to stop and notice the big glowing neon signs that point to irony.

2. Karma, like gravity, is a force of nature. It does not discriminate. It balances your actions and consequences like balancing an equation.

3. It’s better to be single and alone than be in a bad relationship for the sake of being in a relationship.

4. See the patterns and interconnections - streams, veins in leaves, flowers, moss, agates, geodes, galaxies, calendars, time – it is beautiful and awesome.

5. Every day is different. If today is shitty, tomorrow will be shitty in a different way.

6. Look for the positive. Thousands of things go right every day.

7. Have a good work ethic. Do your best, but don’t let perfectionism interfere.

8. Know your history. Remember your ancestors and family. You could not be who and where you are without all of their hard work.

9. Don’t bite the hook.

10. Don’t feed the troll.

11. Remember Professor Remus Lupin’s Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons – Ridiculous, Expecto Patronum, and Chocolate.

12. Learn crafts – sewing, knitting, beading, etc. – it enriches life. It’s fun to give surprise presents to people.

13. Dream out loud at high volume. Turn it up to 11.

14. No good deed goes unpunished.

15. The Platinum Rule: Treat people how they want to be treated.

16. Always have 2 weeks’ supply of socks and underwear.

17. Invest in good bras. Your back and boobs will thank you later in life.

18. Always wear comfortable shoes. Your feet will thank you later in life.

19. Don’t waste time in front of the mirror. Save money. Cosmetics are optional.

20. Do not fester. To fester is bad. Don’t bottle things up for years. When you eventually explode, it only frightens, confuses, and pisses off the target of your nuclear blast, and innocent bystanders may be injured.

21. Don’t confuse lust for love. Lust and love are not the same thing. Don’t allow physical attraction to obscure reality. Ask questions. You might not like the answers but ask anyway.

22. Beware of charming men. They use sexual energy to get attention and evoke a reaction, like using glamour magic. The feeling is fleeting. It’s nothing special.

23. Don’t wait by the phone or the computer. When a man says, “I’ll call you tomorrow,” he probably won’t. He might intend to call, but he doesn’t know which tomorrow he means – 24 hours, 6 months, 8 years later. Don’t take it personally.

24. Diamonds are not a girl’s best friend. You don’t need a ring. A loving relationship is the real treasure.

25. U2 is the greatest rock ‘n roll band and “Achtung Baby” is the greatest rock ‘n roll album in the entire Universe.

26. You are your own worst enemy. You are the only enemy you will ever have. Stop listening to the Itty Bitty Shitty Committee.

27. You are your own best ally. You are the only ally you will ever have. Never betray yourself to others or to yourself.

28. It is what it is.

29. Chill the fuck out.

30. On the subject of Big Girl Panties: Pull them up. Deal with it, whatever it is. They can be She-Ra Princess of Power, Wonder Woman, or Tinkerbell Underoos. In times when you can’t pull up your Big Girl Panties, get some Coping Skills so you can deal with it. Use Coping Skills until the problem is solved or the situation subsides. Repeat as necessary. Coping skills will eventually become the New Normal way of dealing with it.

31. Learn as many life skills as you are capable of doing - housekeeping, home repairs, yard maintenance, gardening, cooking, car maintenance, etc. Be as self-sufficient as possible.

32. Know when to ask for help. Offer to help others too. Know when to hire professionals to do the job.

33. Felines are the best animals ever in the history of all species on Earth. Being a Crazy Cat Lady is wonderful. It’s the cats who are crazy.

34. Read everything. Read constantly. Develop highly effective writing and verbal skills. Clear communication is essential.

35. Book smarts, diplomas, and degrees are not an accurate measure of intelligence. Common sense, ability, skill, and experience are most important.

36. No one likes an insufferable know-it-all. Don’t correct others even if you are right – unless it is a life-or-death situation.

37. Practice mindfulness. Orient your perception to the meta level.

38. Be grateful and express gratitude.

39. Be compassionate, sympathetic, and empathetic – even to people you dislike or who dislike you. Everybody hurts. Everybody has bad days. Understand that.

40. Remember the reason why you had your ears pierced on your 30th birthday. Enjoy the small pleasures of life: favorite foods, scents, sights, sounds, clothes, jewelry, and all the pretty things. These are what the dead remember and desire the most.

50 Things for My 50th Birthday: 12/2023

41. Toxic Situations: Know when to get out on your terms while you still have options. Leave before they force you out. Otherwise, you could be left scrambling and everything is worse.

42. The Ultimate Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything is 42, obviously. (Thanks to Douglas Adams.) 42 is the atomic number of molybdenum. 42 divine beings, with Osiris, Ma’at, and Thoth in the Hall of Truth, judge souls before they enter the afterlife in Egyptian mythology.

43. Dialectical Behavior Therapy skills, motherfucker, do you use them? You spent 2 years in Fight Club. Strive to be skillful every day. The core skill sets are mindfulness, distress tolerance, emotional regulation, and interpersonal effectiveness. Remember your values. Remember Wise Mind. Remember Radical Acceptance.

44. Gaslighting: Discussing problems is complaining. Telling the truth is causing trouble. Explaining yourself is making excuses. Asking questions is undermining others, making others look bad, or challenging authority. Challenging hurtful comments is not knowing how to take a joke. Expressing emotional needs is neediness. Expressing emotions is seeking attention. Showing confidence and intelligence and using an above-average vocabulary is being a bitch, being a know-it-all, or flexing your education and experience.

45. You need people whether or not you like it. Remember the pandemic lockdown. Remember working from home for a year and a half. You thought you trained your whole life as an introvert for that historic moment and would be excellent at it. No. It was objectively bad. It was a disaster. You need people. Be a better daughter, sister, and friend to the people in your life.

46. People change for better or worse. People will drift in and out of your life. People grow apart. This is a natural part of life. Accept it.

47. Magical Thinking: It’s one thing to know better. It’s an entirely different thing to do better. This is stupid behavior. It doesn’t matter how smart you are, how hard you work, or how good your intentions are. It’s never going to work out how you want it to. It’s never going to get better. And no one cares. Accept responsibility for your part in it. Don’t make excuses. Do something different. Do better. Change.

48. “Do or do not, there is no try” is fundamentally bad advice. Yoda’s lesson led Luke to black-or-white thinking. What would Spock or Picard teach Luke about learning a new skill? Get up and do it again until you can do it or find another way to do it.

49. Everybody is sick of your shit. Everybody, including you, is sick of your shit.

50. On the subject of Giving a Fuck: You either give too many fucks or you never have enough fucks to give. You need to practice, as the internet meme says, “moderate fuck distribution.” Ask yourself when you truly feel like you have zero fucks to give, are you completely out of fucks? Can you have a fuck debt, have a negative number of fucks? Or does something magical happen? Like a mint in the bottom of your purse, like loose change between seat cushions, like a potato chip under the fridge, there is always one more fuck to give. Like a free play token or an extra life in video game, one more fuck will magically appear. That one magical fuck will be dirty, hard, bitter, and broken, but it will be there when you need it. That one magical fuck can be saved or given as needed until you can replenish your regular supply of fucks.

BONUS CONTENT: I have more than 10 things to add to the list of 50 things.

Life is unpredictable. I don’t know if I’ll live another 10 years to continue the list, so I’m writing 10 Bonus Things. Everyone loves free bonus things!

51. “If I don’t do what my parents want, they will be mad at me.” WHAT? Did you just say the quiet part out loud? Every decision in your life is based on it! How can you be in the fifth decade of your life on this planet? Are you even an adult?

52. You can’t be needy if you don’t have needs. Meet your needs for yourself. No one else will. If there’s the slightest stink of neediness on you, people will abuse and reject you.

53. Don’t have expectations of others. Don’t engage in wishful thinking. Stop wanting people to demonstrate their feelings or care for you in the way you want. They won’t. It’s never going to happen. If you ask for what you want, then you are needy or attention-seeking. Accept what they offer as they give it, even if doesn’t meet your expectations, even if it’s nothing. That may be the only thing they can offer or the only way they know how to express it.

54. Most of being an adult is lying to everyone that everything is okay and that you are fine, when in reality your life is an unbearable mess, and you are not anywhere close to being okay.

55. Nothing you do is ever good enough for others. You’re damned if you do and damned if you don’t. It never changes.

56. “Use it or lose it.” You refused to believe it until you quit using it and you lost it. You don’t need to look in the mirror to see it. How does your body feel? Get up, girl, and use it.

57. No one gets out of here alive. Prepare for your death. Don’t leave the burden of your funeral plans, estate, and debts to your family, friends, or strangers. If you worked on projects or created things with other people, include it in your will. Your legacy, and that of others, literally could be thrown away. If you don’t tell people what you want, they will get it wrong. Then you’ll have to come back and haunt the fuck out of those people.

58. There’s no escaping your past, especially with family. They remember everything. Every obnoxious thing you did as a teenager. Every time you freaked out. Every time you had a bad day. Every mistake you made. Every mental health breakdown. It doesn’t matter how hard you work to change and overcome your problems. You’ll always be that past worst version in their minds, and they’ll hold it against you forever.

59. Your family is never going to forgive you for getting a degree in English. It’s always going to come down to their misperception that you are nitpicking and correcting them when you’re not. They’re going to throw it in your face like a glass of ice water.

60. Remember the “Litany Against Fear” from Dune. You memorized it when you were 15 years old. It still works.

[thebirdandthebee]

Easy As

A Carmen Berzatto Universe

A/N: Here’s another from the inbox - Carmen and Vi’s smutty halloweekend! It’s not as detailed as other smut chapters, but still steamy! Thanks to all who have sent in fun prompts, I’m excited to get writing :)

Vanessa Monaghan is the breath of fresh air that Carmen had been gasping for.

Chapter 24: Imposter

By the time Carmen and Vanessa rolled around to their second Halloween together, they’d been dating 16 months, and Carmen knew he was going to marry her.

He knew that for certain when she swung open the door to her condo for him, dressed head to toe like she was going to be working in his kitchen, only the shirt she wore underneath his blue apron was cropped to high heaven and her little spandex shorts were certainly not going to be protecting her from any oil pops.

Her feet were tucked into black Crocs, just like his kitchen shoes, and his tattoos had been carefully drawn on in black magic marker. He knew he had a hard time finding the chain necklace he wore nearly every day that morning, but now he knew she’d swiped it instead of it showing up in the dryer like it did from time to time.

“You’re late,” she smirked. “Don’t let it happen again,” she finished, brandishing with her metal spatula.

“Yes, chef,” Carmen smirked, closing the front door behind him. “Do a little spin for me, let me look at you.” He said, twirling one of his fingers in the air.

Vanessa did as he asked, spinning slowly and sweetly on her heel.

“Look at you all tatted up,” he grinned, gently moving her around to see how many she’d replicated.

“I’ve already got your next one planned,” she winked, “you can try to find it later.” She shivered slightly as his cold hands slid up her sides.

“No bra?” He asked, “baby, I don’t want Richie seeing your nips.” Vanessa laughed.

“I’m going to put a bra on,” she insisted, “and some proper trousers – just wanted you to see the ideal look before I changed.”

“Ideal look?” He asked, walking her backward through the foyer to the hall.

“Yeah, I ordered some shorties in your size, too, think this might be a good look for you at the restaurant,” she giggled, warping her body away from his hands as he nipped softly at her side.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he groaned, “how are we supposed to go anywhere with you looking like this, huh?”

“Car-my,” she sang, rolling her head to the side as he kissed his way up her neck. “Come on, we’re gonna be late,” she insisted.

“Nah, you can’t tell me we’re gonna be late when you greet me like this,” he replied, mocking her and walking her right into her bedroom.

“Seems more fitting for you to fuck me in the kitchen, huh?” She countered, batting her lashes.

“Trust me, there will be plenty of time for that,” he said, “for now, I think this will do just fine.” He turned her around to face her bed, hand sliding up from the small of her back to bend her gently over the edge of the mattress. “Tell me what you want, chef,” he said, leaning over her and squeezing her hips in his hands.

“Carmy,” she whined gently, pressing her body back into his. Carmen slid one hand down between her legs, feeling where she was hot and wet beneath his fingers. “Fuck me, please,” she pleaded as he fumbled to pull his cock out of his black sweatpants.

“Heard, chef,” he grinned to himself, mesmerized at the sight of his length slowly pushing his way in to her tight, wet heat.

An hour later, they were throwing back shots at The Bear alongside Ibrahim and Richie. Richie, donning a full sheriff’s costume, was all too glad to drape himself over Vanessa at any given chance.

She’d already forced Carmen to take a hundred photos of her all around the kitchen, mimicking him in a way she reassured was hero worship and not mockery. Carmen was happy to watch her be ridiculous, feeling rather at ease in his Chicago Cubs jersey and hat, two grease line stickers underneath each eye.

“Here, here, Syd,” Vanessa said, handing her phone over to her friend, who donned her own pilot costume. “Take one of me and Carmen - people aren’t going to be able to tell us apart.”

Vanessa buddied right up to Carmen, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to make her biceps look bigger.

“Twins,” Syd commented dryly, but with a smile on her face after all. “I certainly can’t tell who is who,” she kept snapping photos as Vanessa impeded further upon Carmen’s personal space, trying to look intimidating. Soon Vanessa abandoned her Carmen persona, throwing her arms around her boyfriend and pressing a big wet kiss to his cheek. “Oh come on,” Syd groaned.

Carmen gave Vanessa a squeeze, deliriously happy in this moment.

Another hour passed, with several more drinks down the hatch before Vanessa and Carmen readied themselves to leave for their next party at Nick’s bar with her college friends.

Vanessa danced around Carmen victoriously as she took home the Best Costume award, which was a big blue ribbon. He tried his very best to keep her hands out of his baseball pants in the back of their Uber.

“Hey, it’s a hundred dollar fee if I gotta clean your jizz off the seats,” the driver warned – only half-joking.

When they pushed the door open to Nick’s, they were greeted by a big group, Carmen excited to celebrate with his newfound friends. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and Vanessa’s inhibitions were long out the window.

Carmen watched as she flitted around the bar, celebrating with her friends and cooing over Gina’s pictures of Rosie dressed like a little bumblebee.

“Know what I want to be for Halloween next year?” She asked, returning to Carmen who’d posted up in a newly available barstool.

“What’s that, Ness?” He asked as she looped her arms over his shoulders.

“Your wife,” she grinned, pressing her hips into his.

“You don’t wanna be a chef anymore?” He asked, both hands braced against the small of her back. “Thought you liked being Carmen Berzatto,” he grinned, brushing her hair back from her face.

“Now I’m gonna be Mrs. Berzatto,” she simpered, the effect immediate as he could feel himself harden in his pants. And that’s how they ended up slinking away to the men’s bathroom, Vanessa propped up on the bathroom counter as Carmen pounded into her ruthlessly.

Vanessa giggled uncontrollably when her friends began slamming their palms on the door after they finished up as they re-dressed.

“I swear I’m gonna call the health department on myself if you two assholes do that again,” Nick warned, but wore a smile regardless. Carmen had one hand on Vanessa at all times, and as she handed over a shot of Jameson, he threw it back before they met for another steamy kiss.

“Ness, are you in heat, or what?” Gina asked with a laugh, twirling around in her Minnie Mouse dress.

“Fuck, I think I am,” she admitted, watching Carmen cheers a round with a group of the guys. “I just… everything he does makes me want him,” she groaned. “I swear this man makes me feral,” she sighed.

“When’s he moving in?” Gina asked. “It’s totally a socially acceptable time by now,” she finished.

“He hasn’t said anything,” Nessa shrugged, a little bit of the wind leaving her sails. “Maybe he doesn’t want to move in?” She asked.

“Nah, that’s not it,” Gina shook her head. “I’ve seen you date a handful of guys that liked you a lot, but that man is obsessed with you,” she added. “Take what you want, Vanessa,” she encouraged, “you always have – don’t stop now.”

Vanessa eyed her man – she did always get what she wanted – and right now, she wanted Carmen.

“Take me home,” she purred in his ear, wrapping herself around him from behind.

“That’s my cue,” he announced, all too happy to lead her out from the bar and into the back of a taxi.

“When we get home” she murmured, nuzzling into his neck, “I want to feel this,” she traced the bridge of his nose, “right here,” she guided his hands between her legs.

“Anything you want, chef,” he said, head swimming in her perfume and the last two tequila shots they took at Nick’s.

He made good on his promise, spending enough time with his face buried between her legs to bring tears to her eyes as she clutched his curls tightly. In return, she rode him until his eyes rolled back into his head.

The next morning was a slightly different story, the both of them waking up reluctantly. Carmen groaned, rolling into Vanessa and pulling her body closer to his from where she’d drifted away from him in the night.

“Are we dead?” He asked quietly, already hearing the change in her breathing and knowing she was awake.

“God I hope so,” she rebutted.

“Why did we drink so much?” He asked, pressing the heel of his palms into his eyes.

“It was a really good idea at the time,” she moaned, pressing her face into his chest where it was bare from between the open panels of his Cubs jersey.

“I can’t believe I have to work tonight,” he sighed, finally willing his eyelids to open. “Baby your tattoos are everywhere,” he smiled., knowing a simple laugh would send him into a migraine spiral.

“Oh,” Vanessa looked down at her body with a frown. “I worked really hard on those,” she mumbled.

“Want me to get the rest in the shower?” He offered, brushing his hand down the back of her head gently.

“You go ahead, I’ll order coffee and meet you in there,” she said, pressing a kiss to his skin. They both rolled out of bed, Vanessa setting out to find her phone where she’d dropped it the night before in the living room.

After placing a ridiculously priced DoorDash order for Starbucks, she padded back to the bedroom and met Carmen in the shower. “Hold me,” she demanded softly, to which he was happy to comply.

“Good morning, Chef,” he murmured into her damp hair.

“Did’you like my costume?” She asked in reply, resting her head on his shoulder.

“The blue apron has never looked better,” he agreed, stroking a hand up and down the length of her spine.

“It was easy to pull together, all your stuff is here,” she said, pressing a light kiss to his neck. “I suppose maybe you have one or two things left at your place,” she traced a soft circle on his chest.

“Maybe one,” Carmen agreed, slowly rocking her underneath the warm spray of water.

“But you could always bring that one thing here,” she proposed softly. “Then all your stuff would be here,” Vanessa finished.

Carmen was quiet for a moment before pressing a kiss to her hairline.

“You asking me to move in?” He prompted quietly.

“It’s silly for you to pay rent,” she looked up at him through wet lashes that had just remnants of mascara from last night. “You’re here all the time.”

“So you’re trying to help me save some money?” He asked with a grin.

“It’s the economical thing to do,” she blinked, making him laugh. “And I just want you with me all the time,” she added. “I want your morning breath and your cold feet at night,” she elaborated. “Plus this way I can tell people I have a live-in chef.”

Carmen leaned down to press his lips to hers.

“I’d love to move in with you,” he mumbled.

“Plus, if you move in with me, we can shower together every day,” she tilted her head, “and you know how much I love it when you use the shower head on me.”

Carmen’s head dropped forward with a groan, slightly lightheaded as all the blood in his body ran to his cock.

“Come on,” she grinned, nipping at his jaw, “we’ve got twenty minutes till our coffees arrive.”

[funky-gobbo-art]

Trans!Donovan

I wanna share finally this really cringey au I made for Mafia 3 but I think I need to start with my trans!Donovan headcanon. I know I made a big headcanon note post here a while back but some little things changed since then. I'm way more open with headcanoning John as a homosexual man, and for a bit now I've also been seeing him as a trans man as well, mostly cause THIS post was the start of some brain worms.

So, most of my main headcanons are still in place: Born in the Southwestern part of PA, a November Scorpio, has autism and also BPD, parents are Irish immigrants, has 2 older brothers. Father is a WW2 vet, oldest brother fought in the Korean War, middle brother is a baseball player. Very Catholic upbringing, both parents were devout, were working class but dad got successful in either mining or steel based production.

Big change is that I think the oldest brother should die overseas in the Korean War, but he was the favorite in the family and his death made things even more tense.

Now for the trans specific stuff:

(Disclaimer: I'm very aware how difficult it would be for a trans man in this era to do ANY of this stuff.)

Born female, deadname was "Jacqueline" but got called "Jackie" a lot, despite being raised female in the 30's-40's, he still has his nosey personality, eavesdropped a lot. Still got into technology like messing with radios and phones, which would get him in trouble a lot. Was considered a nerd with his interest in tech, politics and history.

Had a habit of stealing his middle brothers clothes a lot, which didn't bother him, since they got along during this time.

Mom would dress him up a lot, especially for church, which John hated but had to take it for most of his childhood. Since he was socialized female, his mother would constantly make comments on his body and how he dressed himself, once he became a preteen and started highschool, she would start shaming him for even saying "Hi" to another boy.

Went to Catholic schools until he graduated. Was a hard kid to get along with but he was very smart and had great grades, even picking up of foreign languages very fast (got that USEFUL autism lol). Nuns did not like him especially in his later teens because he started openly questioning the religion and pointing on contradictions in the Bible.

Speaking of his teens: that's when he started to think more about his gender and while he was about 16/17, he started transitioning discreetly, even at a young age he was good at making shady connections.

Since binders and sports-bras didn't exist yet, he unfortunately went through most of his teens and 20s binding with bandages, or wearing a lot of layers.

He graduated highschool at 17 and was miraculously able to get in Princeton University, despite them not letting in female students yet. John used his dads connections and submitted an application under their noses and didn't let his parents know the finer details of it.

Since his own shady connections he was able to change up his legal documents so he can present them at the University to show them that he's a man.

Eventually he graduated and was recruited into the C.I.A. They did not know he was a FTM transgendered man, and never found out.

The only people that did know about his identity were, in order: the person that got him hormones and changed his documents, a friend thats a doctor that works for the C.I.A, Connor Aldridge, Robert Marshall, Jackie Grimaldi, Gary (helicopter pilot), and finally Lincoln Clay.

Speaking of Aldridge, in John's early days in the Agency he had to work under him, and since Connor was his mentor, he started trusting him a lot during their time together in Guatemala.

Obviously it ended really badly as seen in Stones Unturned, but this was the first time John really came out to someone officially and this shortly lead to him and Connor having a relationship behind the scenes.

After this everything goes from my trans headcanon to my Cringe AU, so I'll wrap this up here:

Is AFAB and started fully identifying as a man in his mid-late teens.

Binded with layered clothing and bandages. Takes Testosterone injections.

Got top surgery in Vietnam from a South Vietnam allied doctor. Claimed he got ambushed in the country and needed surgery when he's asked from superiors.

Cut contact with family during Princeton years. Cannot face them these days at all.

Liked boys when he was younger which his mom didn't like, still likes men now in a way a lot of people wouldn't like. But he doesn't care lol.

Hormones still won't let him grow facial hair.

Don't worry about the things that don't make sense :)

If you have any problems with this and think I'm weird, I understand but also 👇👇👇

Stay tuned for the Cringe AU which is gonna get a lot worse :3

[freifraufischer]

Significant WAG AA Scores under the 2022-24 Code of Points

This is not a complete list, it's a rough attempt to show where people stand. I have only included domestic meets if I have no other choice to reflect that gymnast but you should take them with a huge heaping of salt. I included a number of juniors who are Paris eligible.

Italics indicate a domestic competition subject to overscoring. Bold are scores from 2023

1 Simone Biles (USA) - 59.100 at 2023 US Classic

2 Rebeca Andrade (BRA) - 57.332 at 2022 Worlds QF

3 Melanie de Jesus dos Santos (FRA) - 56.200 at 2023 US Classic

4 Jordan Chiles (USA) - 55.833 at 2022 Worlds TF

5 Shilese Jones (USA) - 55.766 at 2022 Worlds QF

6 Jessica Gadirova (GBR) - 55.566 at 2023 Euros QF

- Jessica Gadirova (GBR) - 55.199 at 2022 Worlds AA

7 Jade Carey (USA) - 55.132 at 2022 Worlds QF

8 Alice Kinsella (GBR) - 55.065 at 2022 Worlds AA

9 Georgia Godwin (AUS) - 55.066 at 2023 Australian Champs

10 Qiu Qiyuan (CHN) - 54.932 at 2023 Asian Championships

11 Zsofia Kovacs (HUN) - 54.899 at 2023 Euros

12 Ellie Black (CAN) - 54.732 at 2022 Worlds AA

13 Alice D’Amato (ITA) - 54.500 at 2023 Euros

14 Ou Yushan (CHN) - 54.498 at the 2023 University Games

15 Leanne Wong (USA) - 54.100 at 2023 US Classic

16 Joscelyn Roberson (USA) - 54.050 at 2023 US Classic

17 Tiana Sumanasekera (USA) - 53.900 at 2023 Pan Am Champs

18 Helen Kevric (GER) - 53.900 at 2023 EYOF*

19 Hezly Rivera (USA) - 53.350 at 2023 US Winter Cup

20 Sakaguchi Ayaka (JPN) - 53.165 at 2023 University Games

21 Luo Huan (CHN) - 53.765 at 2023 University Games

22 Kaylia Nemour (ALG) - 53.731 at 2023 African Champs

23 Kieryn Finnell (USA) - 52.800 at 2023 US Classic

- Alice Kinsella (GBR) - 52.531 at 2023 Euros QF

24 Yamaguchi Sara (JPN) - 52.065 at 2023 Jr. Worlds QF*

25 Nakamura Haruka (JPN) - 51.765 at 2023 Jr. Worlds AA*

26 Ruby Pass (AUS) - 50.464 at 2023 Oceania Champs

*A junior score delivered under the FIG rules for juniors including a cap on skills at E and without some bonuses such as D dismount. It should be assumed these gymnasts would have higher AA scores if competing as seniors. US junior scoring is not subject to the same FIG rules as international scoring.

[pumpumdemsugah]

My boobs have also bubbled into an unreasonable size now that I’m mid 20s and I cannot believe I was 16/18/21 thinking my double D’s were an issue lol. It’s not even really due to weight gain tbh my entire family just looks like this and I’m size H now and gave up on bras because either way they’re big af 😂

H cup solidarity ✊🏾

I'm dreaming of being a 32F again and I was distraught. Can you believe it? I didn't know how good I had it

I can't fuck with underwire anymore. It's me and this wireless bra I got from Marks and Spencers

I have gained weight but I know it's also just bigger with age and I want to be freed

Everyone In my family doesn't have big boobs. The universe just thought it should see how big can they get without back pain. And I have back pain but not because of my boobs. I had boobs back pain when they were smaller lol

[cassieuncaged]

Character Profile: Wren LaRue

TW: mentions of homicide, gun violence, death, verbal abuse, criminal violence, marijuana use, recreational drug use

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GENERAL INFORMATION

Universe: To Live and Die in L.A.

Full Name: Wren Regine LaRue

Nicknames: Wrennie, Song Bird, Birdie

Age: 25

Date of Birth: 10/30/1960

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Gender: cis female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: queer; is in the early stages of discovering this and is still learning a lot about herself.

Religion: raised in a Jewish (mother's side) and Christian (father's side) house hold; practiced and upheld both faiths growing up. Practices Buddhism as an adult.

Race/Ethnicity: white; French, German, and Hungarian ancestry

Country of Origin: United States of America

Hometown: Los Angeles, California

Current Place of Residence: Los Angeles, California

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Skin: has fair skin. Tans lightly, mostly burns.

Height: 5'1

Weight: 120

Eye Color: emerald green, bright and catlike

Hair Color: chocolate brown

Hair Texture: thick with an oily texture

Hair Length: shoulder length

Body Type: isn't muscular or athletic, has a soft tummy and arms. Has toned legs and hips from pole dancing.

Body Shape: hourglass

Other Notable Features: is a 36C. Bra size isn't important but she's noticeably busty which is often the first thing men notice about her. This face makes her uncomfortable. Has a port wine stain birth mark on the top of her right foot

Clothing Style: classy yet risque. short skirts, mini dresses, silk dresses, dresses with side slits, sleeveless turtlenecks, black, plum, maroon, knee high boots, patent black pumps, ankle boots, thong sandals, velvet, leather, suede, crystal and silver jewelry, high-waisted shorts, dark denim, faded t-shirts, striped bikinis, lots of sequins and jewel tones when dancing. Wears a brassy locket her father got her when she was a child when she's not working or swindling. It was one of the last memories she has of him.

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: passionate, witty, resourceful, confident, clever, tenacious, self-reliant, ambitious, focused

Negative Traits: dishonest, untrustworthy, selfish, unapproachable, immature, superficial, irrational

Hobbies: conning, sketching, dancing, writing poetry

HEALTH

Physical Health: is physically healthy with relatively no ailments other than the occasional cold.

Allergies: shellfish. Which is unfortunate as she loves seafood.

Mental Health: suffers PTSD from loosing her father when she was in adolescence as well as depression.

Phobias: hoplophobia (fear of firearms) Formed from her father being shot at his bank accounting job by a disgruntled client. Considering the line of work she's in as well as her personal life, she is often on edge. agoraphobia - severity varies

PROFESSIONAL LIFE

Education: graduated high school.

Professions: exotic dancer, grifter/swindler/con artist

ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS

Current Significant Others: Rick Masters, Bianca Torres

Past Significant Others: Billy Del Vecchio - young man she met at a bar when a mark of hers didn't show up. Wren was 21 at the time and stayed with Billy for 3 years. He eventually took her virginity before leaving her for a more established woman.

FAMILIAL RELATIONSHIPS

Mother: Vivienne Marie Hoffman

Father: Albert Andrew LaRue (deceased)

Siblings: Breton 'Brett' Henry LaRue, Thomas Dorian LaRue

Children: N/A

Other Notable Family Members: Great Aunt Vida. Vida was the most open minded family, which given her age was shocking. She practiced new age religion (using both pagan and wicca traditions), collected crystals, read tarot cards, and grew and kept a few small weed plants. She had a positive influence on Wren, who lived within walking distant. Died at 85 years old when Wren was 16; this was several years after Albert and Brett died.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS

Friends: Shelly Valentino, Ruth Lanier

Enemies: Richard 'Dick' Chance

Pets: Bitsy the calico cat

BIOGRAPHY

Childhood:

Wren was born the youngest of three into a relatively happy family. She was closest with her father and was quickly spoiled by Albert and had decent relationships with her brothers, Brett and Tom. Early on, Wren discovered that she could manipulate people emotionally to get what she wanted.

Vivienne thought forced her daughter to perform in dance classes though the child found solace in ballet and tap dancing, in spite of her mother.

Adolescence:

Her childhood was rather lonely since she had difficulty keeping friends and cared little about going to school, though kept her grades up in hopes of going to school to pursue choreography for Broadway productions.

However, her father and brother were shot point blank during a hold up at the bank Albert worked at. Both were natural mediator's and attempted to talk down the shooter.

Tom went to college in Massachusetts and left Wren with their verbally abusive mother. During this time, she squirrelled away the inheritance to escape Vivienne as soon as she was of legal age.

Adulthood:

At 18, she got a job as a waitress at a themed diner where she met her closest friend and future roommate, Shelly. They got an apartment together and Wren burned through her inheritance for rent money while combating severe agoraphobia.

At 21, Wren got a job as a stripper at a truck stop off of Ventura. While ends were being met, the creeps that came in there inspired her to start swindling sleazy business men. She blackmailed unsuspecting marks of up to $1000 dollars and once was held at knife point because of it.

The first person she was intrigued by was Rick Masters, whom she met at one of Shelly's art shows. They began a sexual relationship as well as a polyamorous relationship with Rick's girlfriend, Bianca.

Wren became the target of FBI agent, Richard Chance, who had a personal vendetta against the counterfeiter. Remained faithful to Rick until his untimely death.

Late in Life:

Wren and Bianca split up amicably while the former moved to Boston to be reunited with her brother, Tom. She gave up crime and pursued smalltime choreography in local theater and lived in the city until she died.

Wren never married nor had children.

[katebacks]

Ride Or Die Chapter 17 Season Finale - A / S JJK

— pairing |Jeon Jungkook/Reader x Jung Hoseok/Reader

— word c |5,428

— genre |Mafia au!, Angst, smut

— summary | The nightmare finally seems to end and gives you a chance for a fresh start.

— warnings/tags |Adult content, Violence, low slang words, blood. It's short but it's worth it. Now yes, quality Smut with JK

— A/N | Season finale, it didn't turn out as I expected, but even so, I ended up liking this ending. It took me almost two years to release a new chapter, and I apologize. But my plans for Ride Or Die aren't over. After I correct and rewrite the old chapters, a new season of Ride Or Die will begin.

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Your bedroom door was locked. 

You were lying on the bed, your back on the mattress wearing only black panties and bra. Jungkook had climbed your window and entered your room while you showered, and now was lying beside you, his lips were against your neck, while his hand massaged you slowly inside your panties, making you arche your back sometimes and bite your own lips to prevent you from releasing some sound and end up drawing your parents attention who were in some room in the house. Since you had told them that you were officially dating him, They made it very clear that they couldn't stand Jungkook and that dating him was a waste of time and would only lead to suffering and obviously low grades at school. 

But as an ordinary teenager, full of rebellion and emotions, you just ignored them.

"Do you think I'm going to be one of the cool girls in college?"

Jungkook raised his head and looked at you in a frown.

“My hand is in your panties and you’re thinking about college?” He asked unsure if you were just joking or if you were actually being serious. “What is it? I've lost the knack of turning you on and now you have to think about all the work you're going to go through for the next five years in college to feel horny?” 

"Sorry, I know it's not the right time, but I'm worried and anxious at the same time. The end of the year is less than three months away and graduation is almost here. I'm afraid I'll start college and everyone will hate me and, I don't know, I've heard some pretty bad stories from girls who got hazing in their freshman year at university...”

“Babe.” He leaned down and lightly kissed your lips. “You'll do fine. You'll be the cutest newbie in that place and you don't have to worry about the stupid hazing, because if anyone touches you, I'll kill them all.” He whispered, kissing you again, and with that, slowly moving his fingers over your clit that moaned softly into his mouth, making Jungkook's entire body tingle with desire. “Your pussy is all wet, all ready to be stretched by my cock.” Jeon bit your lip and you threaded your fingers through his black hair, moaning sly as he increased the pressure of his fingers inside your panties. Again that shiver hit the boy's spine and he swore softly, leaving his mouth and bringing his lips to your ear. “Fuck, you are so sexy, love.” He whispered biting your lobe. “You moan like those porn actresses in a softcore movie.”

You then started laughing out loud, letting go of his hair and using your hands to cover your mouth as you laughed.Jeon leaned his head on the your shoulder and laughed with you. He knew that was one of the stupidest and most frustrating things he'd ever said, but he just couldn't resist. And anyway, even though he'd ruined the mood, Jungkook loved the sound of your laughter. 

"Honey?" Your mother's voice had you choking back a laugh and widening your eyes looking at the door. "Is everything okay?" She asked and soon both saw the knob moving, thanking god the door was locked. Jungkook really wouldn't mind if his in-laws caught him there when they made it crystal clear that they didn't want him stepping inside their house, even less in your room, because Jeon didn't give a damn about rules and laws, but he knew that if his girlfriend's parents caught him there, they would fight with you, and he didn't want that to happen again that week. He hated when you were upset over fights with your parents. “Why is the door locked? (y/n)?”

“I'm getting changed, Mom. And you guys have this habit of coming into my room without knocking, so I locked it so I could change in peace.” You said getting up from the bed, dodging Jeon's hands and walking towards the closet, getting a nightgown that you used to sleep.

"Can you open it? I need to speak with you." The woman said from the other side of the door. Jungkook rolled his eyes and pointed his fingers at his head like he was shooting at her before rolling off the bed onto the floor, and crawl under the bed, already being used to doing that. Before unlocking the door, you made sure that from where you were, no one would be able to see what was under your bed, and only then you open it. Meredith was wearing a matte black dress and matching pumps on her feet. Her hair was in wavy strands, falling to her shoulders and her makeup was light, and she looked at you confused to see that you were already in your night clothes. "It's seven o'clock, are you going to sleep now?"

"Yes, I'm a little tired today." You said putting your hand in front of your mouth, pretending to yawn. "I was studying just now, reading about colonization made me exhausted."

"Aren't you going out with that boy today? On a Friday?"

“That boy has a name, Mom. And no, Jungkook and I decided to stop going out and stay out late. Finals week is approaching and we both need to sleep and study harder, you know?” You said and even without seeing it, you knew that Jeon was covering his mouth under the bed to keep from laughing at the biggest lie you had ever told your parents, except for when you told them you were still a virgin. It was a stupid lie, but Meredith believed you and even smiled proudly. The angel on your left shoulder said 'you're going to hell for blatantly lying to your mother', but the demon on your right shoulder said 'but Jungkook is going to hell with you too, so it'll be fun', and that made you smile too.

“Well, your dad and I are going out to dinner. Want something when we get back?”

“Hmm, no. If I get hungry, I'll order a pizza, but thanks anyway.” You smiled again. “And you look beautiful, by the way.”

“Own, thank you dear.” She said leaning over and giving you a kiss on the cheek before whispering a goodbye and walking down the hall towards the stairs.  “We should be back by ten o'clock.”

“All right, have fun, love ya.” You said as soon as you saw your mother starting to come down the stairs. So you closed the door and locked it again, leaning against it. Jeon poked his head out of his hiding place and asked in a whisper if it was ok to leave, but you asked him to wait a moment. When you heard the garage door open and close, and then the sound of your father's Tucson driving away, you gave the okay sign to the guy who crawled out from under the bed , back to his feet. 

“So where were we?” He asked looking you up and down. You laughed crossing your arms.

“We were talking about how hot and dominant college seniors can be.” And that caused Jungkook's jealous side to be activated. He scoffed, shooting her a look that made everyone but you intimidated. “You know, Becca told me that in some prank calls, freshmen have to get naked and sometimes even have sex with seniors to be accepted into frats…”

“No fucking way that's going to happen.” He didn't wait for you to finish talking to walk towards you, grab your waist with one hand and pull you hard against his body, making you squeal and bite your lip staring at him with a cheeky look. “You are mine.”

“Am I?” You teased and that only made Jeon's eyes darken and he let out a nervous laugh that raised the hairs on the back of your neck. The next moment he was grabbing the neckline of your nightgown and ripping it open, making your eyes widen. “Jungkook, that was my favorite.”

“Well said, was.”

He pulled you in for a kiss as he used one hand to unclasp the bra behind your back. You brought your hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, pulling it off with his help, scratching at his bare chest, feeling his muscles tense at your touch. Without warning, Jungkook bent down and threw you over his shoulder, making you laugh and scream as he smacked you on the ass before throwing you on the bed, making it squeak. You loved the wild side he had pretty much every time you had sex, that way things didn't get boring.

“Someone is angry.” You teased as you saw him standing in front of your bed, his figure taking off his belt and throwing it away, his chest tense, his big and veined hands unbuttoning his pants, making them join with the other piece in the corner of the room. You can't help but swear and rub your thighs together at the sight of the dick you've been riding so hard, ready for action. Blinking a few times, you managed to pull your attention away from his manhood to look into Jungkook's black eyes that were fixed on yours, the same intense look he always used when he wanted you, a look that burned, penetrated you heart, soul and obviously, your panties.

Jungkook put one of his knees on the mattress and grabbed both of your heels, pulling you down a little, before turning you on the bed, making you onto your stomach, leaving your ass up for him. You hadn't realized how labored your breathing was until that moment. You couldn't see him, but you felt his fingers brushing your skin as he gripped the sides of your panties and pulled them down your legs, finally leaving you completely naked. 

Then he crawled over you, sitting on your thighs, making you moan at the feel of his hard cock against the side of your ass. Jeon held your hair, combing it with his fingers and tossing it over one of your shoulders, before leaning over you, he climbed wet kisses up your back, kissing your ear, your cheek and then your lips. Still hovering over your body, he propped one arm to the side of your head, brushed the bangs from your face and stared into your eyes. He sighed slowly before running his tongue slowly over his lips wetting them, making you swallow hard, wanting to kiss his mouth again.

“I'm going to fuck you so hard that for the next few hours you won't even remember the shit you just told me.” He said calmly, and all you could do was nod.

Jungkook sat down again, taking your arms and crossing them behind your back, using one hand to hold them while with the other, he massaged your entrance, wetting his own fingers, making you squirm beneath him, feeling that if he didn't start soon, you would start begging madly.

“Be a good girl to me, and I promise to take you to heaven.” He said as he started brushing your pussy with his cock, teasing you, making you lift your ass a little more, wanting him to put it on already.

“I rather go to hell.”  You whispered and Jeon looked at you, seeing the naughty smile on your face. “There must be as hot as my pussy must be waiting for you right now.”  Jungkook let out a sly laugh before putting his cock inside at once, stretching your pussy, massaging your inner walls, making you bury your face against the mattress so you wouldn't scream as you felt the pleasure of having him fill you for the first time that day.

“No, no, no.” He said holding your hair with his free hand and pulling it, making you raise your head. “I want to hear you.” 

"Then start fucking me." You said through your teeth, tired of waiting, wanting him to start moving and that's what he did.

He let go of your hair, letting your head rest against the mattress and used his free hand to hold and lean on the headboard, as he began to move slowly inside you, gradually increasing his speed, until he was thrusting deep and hard, making you roll your eyes and moan loudly.

Jungkook released your arms and held your waist, lifting you up, making you get on all fours for him, grabbing your shoulders and moving his hips against yours, moving slowly, giving you time to get used to that position until again he was pushing hard, while you had trouble keeping your voice low. All your neighbors would listen and the next day they would tell your mother that they heard screams inside the house and you would be screwed, but at that moment, the only thing that mattered to you was to come on your boyfriend's dick.

"Fuck, (y/n)." Jeon swore before slapping you on the ass and holding it, his fingers almost digging into your skin, using so much force that it would leave marks, making you arch your back and bite your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching. He felt it when your pussy started to tighten even more around his cock,then Jeon pushed your shoulders down, making you rest your chest on the bed, leaving your ass upturned and holding it like that with one hand, bringing the other to your clit, massaging it, making it even harder to control your breathing, making you gasp as your orgasm neared. "You're so tight babe. Are you going to come on my cock?"

“Yeah.” You replied in a squeaky voice. "Jungkook..."

You couldn't finish the sentence ‘cause your body was taken by a delicious sensation, making every nerve in your body feel that pleasant little pain, and your body started to shake. Jungkook pushed your hips down, leaving you fully lying on the bed before lying on top of you, increasing the strength and speed he put in until he finally came, letting out a curse, leaning his face on your back, feeling his body go numb and with ragged breaths you both started laughing with the post-orgasm sensation.

"Fuck, that was intense." You whispered when Jungkook fell down lying next to you on the bed. The boy looked at you and smiled, using his hand to wipe the sweat that was dripping from your forehead, before tossing his bangs back.

"With you, everything is intense, sweetheart."

And now in the present, Jungkook was sitting on his bed, staring into space, remembering that night, just like he had for the past two weeks, just remembering what it was like to spend nights inside you, what it was like to be loved by you, wanted by you, images and sounds that were now only distant memories, just like you. It had been two weeks since you had left town with Hoseok, gone to god knows where. Two weeks you'd yelled at him, broken up with him. And he couldn't even make a call to see how you were, it was too dangerous and Shadow might just trace the call and come to you. He just wished he could go back in time, and try to do things differently, try not to let you down, not hurt you. And he could only think that Hoseok might be using this opportunity to get closer to you, to get his hands on you. And that made him even more furious.

“Jungkook.” Jin's voice shouting his name, made him get up from the bed and leave the room, seeing Jin run into the hallway, with an expression of despair on his face. “Hoseok called, Shadow is dead.”

“What? What you mean...” And he felt the blood rush from his face. "(y/n), is she..."

"She's fine, bruised, but fine. Hoseok got there in time. Dean is already arranging the plane, we're leaving in ten minutes."

A few hours earlier.

You didn't know what to do, your whole body ached, and the smell of your own blood mixed with saliva was intoxicating you. You couldn't scream, you couldn't get the neighbors' attention and get them involved in that shit. You would die. No, all the kicks and punches she had hit you in the ribs, legs, chest and face didn't seem to be enough to make you give up. You needed to hold on a little longer, you just had to hold on until Hoseok came, and he would come, you knew that. That's what you thought as you crawled down the hall floor, and you could hear her footsteps behind you, knew she was right behind you, following you, reveling in your pain and despair.

You entered the first door down the hall, it was Hoseok's room, tried to stand, but Shadow kicked you in the back, and you felt the tip of her heel up your spine, causing you to fall face down on the floor again, next to the bed.

"I truly don't know what Jungkook saw in you." She laughed. You managed to turn around, lying on your back, looking straight at her who was now standing by the door, arms crossed and a beaming smile on her face. "I mean, you're cute, but I'm so much more. I'm smart, insightful, graceful, I have great taste in clothes, which you don't, I have a lot of skills that you don't either.” And so she came closer, crouching down beside you, clasping her two hands together, genuinely curious. "What's so special about you that he even tried to kill me?"

“He loves me.”

She laughed out loud, as if you'd just told the funniest joke in the whole world.

"Love is idiocy."

"It could be." You snapped, swallowing your own blood. "But it's the one thing that you don't have."

"But I might have."

"No you can't. You can't force anyone to love you. And that's what you envy me so much about, that I managed to make them love me, that I managed to make Jungkook love me, something that will never happen to you, you heartless bitch.” And you screamed as she landed an even harder blow to your face, if your nose hadn't been broken before, it most certainly was now.

"Let's see if he'll still love you after I kill you." And she straddled you, both hands going straight for your neck, squeezing hard as you struggled to get free, to save yourself.And as the despair increased, the more numb your body began to get, and your hands moved by themselves. That's when your hand accidentally went under the bed, feeling something sharp, stuck against the wood of the bed frame. You didn't have time to think anymore, you just acted, grabbed the blade and swung it into Rawoon's chest. She screamed and jumped back, her hand reaching for her chest, covering the wound. You didn't know where all that strength and energy came from, but the next second, you were on your feet, screaming and stabbing the woman who couldn't defend herself anymore, the knife hitting several places on her body, including her face.

Cowardly, she ran out of the room, her feet slipping in the trail of blood you'd left on the floor, but this time you were the hunter and she the hunted. And getting close to the stairs, you kicked her in the back, causing her to scream and roll down the steps, making a loud noise as she hit the ground at the bottom of the stairs.

At the same moment, Hoseok arrived breaking down the door, sending wood flying, he first looked at the woman on the floor, relieved to see it wasn't you, and as soon as he saw you coming down the stairs leaning against the wall, your hands smeared with blood staining the wallpaper, he jumped over the woman's body in time to catch you on the last step before your legs gave out and you nearly fell to the floor. He hugged you tight, never taking his eyes off Shadow who was writhing on the ground. And finally feeling like you could give up, you let the tears that were stored up fall and you cried. You cried loudly, hard, while Jung had his arms around you.

"It's okay princess, you're safe now."

He whispered to you, watching the woman on the floor spit blood and laugh in delight at the moment.

"She'll never be safe as long as I'm alive..."

And Hoseok didn't let her finish the sentence, he just took his hand back, holding the pistol grip that was kept in his waist and pulling it out, unlocking it and pulling the trigger. You just heard the noise, you shivered at it, but you didn't look at her, you just knew the nightmare was over. Hoseok had put an end to it.

You didn't know how, but Jimin was the first to get there, he said he knew something was wrong, because Shadow had been quiet for too long, and when he decided to check, he found out that she had taken a flight to that city. You were sitting in the back of an ambulance at that moment, the paramedics had already cleaned most of your wounds, especially the ones on your face, getting all that blood out.  Your nose was broken, but at least it was back in place now. Jimin was talking to the cops, he was probably making up another story so he wouldn't involve the mafia in that. And you were more than happy to hear that your sister was okay, that any danger to her was past and that there were Interpol agents watching over her, protecting her.

Could everything finally be getting back to normal?

"I talked to Jin." Hoseok's figure appeared in front of you, causing you to take your focus away from the body being carried out of the house on a covered stretcher and look at him. "They're on their way here. They should be here shortly, Mr. Jeon Dean has arranged a private flight." You just nodded and curled up under the blanket they had given you. Hoseok bit his lip as he watched you, he patted the back of his cell phone in his hand three times before tucking it into his back pocket.He then sat next to you, watching as the cops worked, just like you did. You then lay with your head on his shoulder, and he rested his cheek in your hair. "You were very brave to face her alone like that." he whispered. "Although you should have run as soon as you saw her, she could have killed you."

"She tried to choke me" You whispered back. "What saved me was your paranoia of keeping weapons scattered around the house."

"I told you that one day we would need it." He chuckled."But I expected me to use them, not you." And so he was silent for a few seconds. "I'm sorry, I should have been here to protect you."

"You went shopping, Hobi, you and I neither knew she would show up here out of nowhere. And you got there in time, I could have passed out and she could still be alive and killed me, you saved me."

"We both saved you."

And again, silence was established between the two who just watched people walking around. But everything seemed to get intense again and your eyes threatened to fill with tears once more. You didn't want this, you didn't want to cry anymore, you were so tired of it all. You needed help.

"I don't wanna cry." You whispered, your voice breaking again. Hoseok moved his head, looking down at you who were now hiding your face in the crook of his neck. "Please distract me."

"What do you want me to do?" He asked, his hand coming to rest on his which was now against his chest.

You took a deep breath.

"Kiss me." You asked, lifting your face and looking into his eyes, seeing his eyebrows drop, frowning. "Please kiss me, I need this, I need to feel something real."You begged in a whisper and Hoseok, who was always at your mercy, couldn't say no, sealing your lips, careful not to be rough and make you feel even more pain. He hugged your body gently and led the kiss, tongues touching and low moans escaping from between their mouths. It was everything he ever wanted and everything you needed. Feeling safe, normal, loved.

After a long visit to the hospital and after Jimin told you everything he had told the police, you would have to give your statements, but Jimin assured you that it was just bureaucracy, and that you just needed to tell the police what he had said. The story was, you and Hoseok were in the witness protection program for witnessing a murder and that woman was a professional assassin, hired to find and kill them. That's why you had all those weapons scattered around the house and that's why Hoseok had to kill her. It wasn't far from the real story, but it would prevent the Jeons name from being involved.

And now you were all sitting in a hotel room, silent, looking at each other. The room wasn't very big and the hotel wasn't the most luxurious or the best, but until all that blood was removed from the house, you wouldn't step there. You were in the armchair, with Hoseok sitting next to you and Jungkook was on the other side of the room, his eyes glued to you, but he didn't have the courage to say a word.

"Dean just said he already talked to Shadow's father. There will be no retaliation as that psychopath was to blame for the death of three innocent people who had absolutely nothing to do with the family business." Jin said putting the phone away and leaning close to the door.

"Well, (y/n)'s sister is safe, I'll let my agent friends watch them for a few more days and then ask them to leave." Jimin who was sitting on the bed next to Taehyung and Namjoon said.

"Good, then I guess I can finally come home." Becca, who was on a video call on your cell phone said, on the other side of the screen next to her was Yoongi. "We'll finally be able to finish studying in peace. But it's going to be so hard without Suhee. Will you move into the dorm with me, (y/n)?" Becca asked and even though you looked at her, you were silent for a few seconds, which actually became minutes, and everyone realized that something was wrong.

"Are you okay?" Taehyung asked, reaching out and touching your arm. You shook your head, couldn't smile because the bandage on your nose hurt every time you breathed. You looked at Hoseok who gave you a smirk. Giving you the courage to speak up.

"Actually Becca, I won't be going back to Little Fox."

"What?" Your friend's voice and Jungkook's made a chorus as they said the same thing at the same moment.

"I've decided that going back there isn't going to be good for me, so me and Hoseok decided we're going to stick around."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jungkook said seriously, making everyone turn towards him who was furious, getting up from his chair. "Are you staying here with him?"

You sighed, grimacing as you felt the twinges in your nose. You were too tired to put up with all that and still argue with him.

"I don't have anything else to say. I'm going to lie down, excuse me." You said getting up and walking towards the door, but Jungkook entered in front of you, blocking your way and in the same second Hoseok was standing behind you, ready to fight if necessary, the others who were in the room, all rolled their eyes, also tired of so much fight.

"You can't be serious (y/n), I know I made mistakes..."

"Mistakes?" You repeated the word with such disgust you swore your stomach churned. "Suhee's death wasn't a mistake Jungkook, it was a tragedy, just like my parents' death, Namjoon could have died that day too, and you didn't do anything to help them. You ran off with Shadow and kissed her while my best friend died in the operating room, while her friend almost died too.”  And before you knew it, you were screaming, your anger covering your pain. “You always said you'd do anything for me, but you were never there for me. Hoseok was the one who took me to the morgue to do the recon for my parents' bodies. Taehyung, Jin and Namjoon comforted me that day. Jimin was the one with me at their funeral. Yoongi saved me from getting shot at Suhee's funeral, I stabbed Shadow to save myself, Jungkook. Hoseok killed her. You've never done anything for me except bring me suffering.”

“That’s not true...”

“Yes, it is, Jungkook.” You screamed, throwing your hands up, exhausted. "But I don't just blame you, it was my fault too, because I pushed this relationship, I insisted on this shit and look what happened? I'm tired, and I've broken up with you before, I'm just reinforcing things. It's over between us. There is nothing else, go live your life with your drugs and your beatings, do what you want, but stay away from me. I won't let my future go to hell just because I love you.”

“Babe, please...” He moved his hand to touch you, but you dodged it, taking a few steps back, letting your back touch Hoseok's chest, who placed both hands on your shoulders.

"This is a goodbye, Jungkook." You said. "I stabbed someone today, I smeared someone else's blood on my hands, get out of my way or I'll make you." And from your tone of voice, everyone knew you weren't kidding. Jin then approached, slowly pushed Jungkook away, pulling him out of your way, letting you and Hoseok out of the room. All stunned, confused by what had just happened.

And for the first time, Jungkook really felt like he had lost you.

···

A week later.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay there?" Jin asked as he helped take Jungkook's bags out of the trunk and put them in the luggage cart.

"No, I think I'm going to freak out and try to kill everyone in the first 48 hours, but if that's the price I have to pay to get her back, then I make that sacrifice."

"You don't know if she's going to want to get back together with you, Jungkook."

"If I'm a better man, yes, she'll take me back." Jungkook grumbled back to his brother who sighed and gave up. As soon as they stopped at the door, they got a good look at the facade of the building.

'LITTLE FOX PSYCHIATRIC REHABILITATION CENTER.'

And for a moment, he began to doubt himself.

"Do you think this will work?" He asked taking his eyes off the building and looking at his brother who stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged, biting his lips. "Do you think they'll be able to take away my desire to hurt people?"

"I don't know, but trying is already a start." And Jungkook looked back at the building, starting to feel anxious. When he came up with the idea, he was extremely excited, but at that moment, he started to think it wouldn't be a good idea. "I'm sure when (y/n) finds out, she'll be happy to know that you're trying to be someone better." And Jin knew he had touched Jungkook's weak point, because as soon as he heard his name, the boy smiled so widely that anyone who saw him at that moment, with that innocent bunny smile, would never imagine the bad things he had already done.

“You’re right. I have to think about her, and everything will turn out fine." And so he went back to pushing the cart, this time going through the doors of the Clinic. Once inside, he waved smiling at Jin who waved back, and soon the doors closed. .

"I hope he doesn't kill everyone." Jin said to himself and turned his back walking back to the car, and even though he was worried, he was happy that Jungkook had started a new chapter in his life.

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[nightsidewrestling]

D.U.D.E: Part 20 - Mulder and Scully (Set in 2021)

Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here Chapter 3: here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: here Chapter 6: here Chapter 7: here Chapter 8: here Chapter 9: here Chapter 10: here Chapter 11: here Chapter 12: here Chapter 13: here Chapter 14: here Chapter 15: here Chapter 16: here Chapter 17: here Chapter 18: here Chapter 19: here

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Kirby's P.O.V:

"Every time you kiss me, I feel like I'm in heaven." Kirby mumbles, blushing a gentle shade of pink.

"I was gonna go get some beer, you wanna come wit' me?" Eddie smirks, sliding one hand up her shirt and the other down her pants.

"I was gonna stay here and introduce Jack to the boys, you know, let him spend time with them."

Eddie nods, his eyes flickering from her lips to her breasts, before focusing on the crotch of her yoga pants, "Ma?"

"Yes, Eddie?"

"Do these pants rip easily?"

"Eddie, don't you dare, do that and I'm making you buy me a new pair for every pair you've ripped."

"What's that count up to currently, ten, I'm gonna make it eleven." Eddie grins devilishly, sitting sideways in the driver's seat and pulling Kirby onto his lap.

Kirby glares at Eddie, "Don't you fuckin' dare."

Eddie smirks and tears the crotch of her yoga pants open, "Look at this grumpy face ya got, babe, I think I need to give you some satisfaction."

He moves her boxer shorts out of the way, sliding his jeans and boxers down far enough to let his dick spring up beneath her, grazing over her folds before resting against his stomach. He checks the glove box and curses under his breath.

"What? No condoms Kingston? Good, good… I'm gonna go get changed now, so me and Renee can go shopping with the twins and Nora." Kirby sorts herself out and walks back into the house.

"Ma, come back here, Mami… fuck." Eddie pulls up his boxers and jeans before rushing after Kirby.

"No, 'cause now ya jus' bein' a horndog. Get the fuck outta here." She snaps as she walks to the bedroom.

"Ma, if you don't come back here, I'm gon' pick ya up, and then we'll see who the real boss of the house is." Eddie snarls as he follows her.

Eddie slams the door behind himself when he reaches the bedroom, pushing Kirby up against the wall and kissing her roughly.

"Edward," She grumbles, "did you have ta slam the door?" She whispers against his lips.

"If the twins start cryin', I'm sorry, I wanted to make it more believable that we were arguin', instead of just flirtin' and gettin' each other goin'." He slides his hands up to her breasts, tracing the lace of her bra with his fingers.

"I must also apologise, my handsome brute, because me and Renee are actually goin' shoppin' with the kids."

"Ah fuck, Doll." Eddie whines.

"I'm sorry, Mr Loverman, but I promised her we would."

"A'ight, I'll take my kisses and hug before ya go." He grumbles, pouting.

Kirby kisses him gently, wrapping her arms around his waist, her blue eyes meeting his bright green ones before fluttering closed. Eddie whines when she pulls away, clinging to her shirt for a second longer than his usual.

"Eddie, you a'ight, Papi?"

"Can I…" Eddie looks away from her face, "can I come wit' ya?" He asks, his voice barely loud enough to hear.

"Oh Eddie, of course you can, oh my love." She whispers, pressing Eddie's head against her chest.

He hums happily, snuggling his face into her breasts.

"Do not motorboat me." She warns.

"Fine." He grunts, pulling his face away from her chest.

"We're walkin' to the mall, so, I'm dousing myself in sunblock."

Eddie chuckles softly, "I'll go get the boys ready, I love ya."

"Papi?"

"Yea, Ma?"

"Tonight, I am all yours." She purrs.

Eddie smirks and winks at her before leaving. Kirby gets changed into a pair of black ripped tights, a black sweater, faux leather boots and a cross necklace.

She leaves the bedroom after putting on the Yankees cap Eddie bought her.

"Emyr, Ethan, look at ya mother, ain't she the prettiest woman in the world?" Eddie grins proudly.

"Don't tell me you faked an argument." Marciano groans.

"Jack, you know me, you know I play up around people I trust." Kirby smirks as she gets the pram.

"Only person I know who is capable of acting and incapable of understanding emotions."

"I know, the autistic chick on commentary leads to complaints… I know Eddie's comin' with us, but what about you and Moxie?"

"We might as well, ya know." Marciano shrugs, pulling Kirby into a side hug and kissing her cheek.

"Don't you flirt with my wife." Eddie grumbles as he places the twins in their pram.

Emyr on the left hand side, Ethan on the right, the only thing between them is a small orange and black blanket. Emyr, the older twin, rolls to face his younger brother.

"Have you heard half the things we've said to each other while on commentary?"

"Yeah, and now you're married to my former tag partner." Marciano chuckles.

Eddie holds onto Kirby's hand as they walk to the mall, keeping himself between her and the road. It takes ten minutes for the group to reach the mall. Kirby and Renee go inside with the kids and Eddie immediately video calls his wife.

Eddie, Jon and Jack are outside. Eddie winks and sticks his tongue out at her as soon as Kirby picks up, lighting up a cigarette as Kirby shakes her head.

"What do ya want, Doughboy?" She chuckles softly.

"I wanna see my sexy ass wifey… miss those pretty eyes of yours." He shrugs.

"If you finish that cigarette, you can do more than just look at me." She smirks.

"I would love to kiss my sexy gothic wife, but ya know me, Ma, I gotta smoke at least one a day."

"Yea… I know." She murmurs, feeling someone staring at her.

"Everything a'ight, Ma?" Eddie raises an eyebrow, a look of concern in his eyes.

"Yeah, probably just anxiety or somethin'. I'm gonna put the phone in the pram so I can focus on which stores me and Renee go in."

"Love ya, Princess."

Kirby blows a kiss to him through the screen, "handsome brute."

Kirby switches the call back to audio only, as does Eddie, she then places the phone between her sons in the pram. Kirby and Renee walk side by side for about a minute, talking back and forth, entering stores and looking through items for themselves and the kids. The feeling that she's being watched returns when Renee leaves for a moment.

"Hey beautiful," a white guy walks up to Kirby, slightly tanned skin with brown hair, blue eyes and a necklace with dog tags which catches Kirby's gaze, "Do you have a name or can I call you mine?"

Kirby rolls her eyes, but the man seems not to notice her wedding ring, or the disinterested attitude she's giving him. I'm fairly certain if Eddie heard that, he's on his way now, fuming with intent to give this guy a New York style ass whoopin'.

"Do your sons have a father figure, or can I be your baby daddy?" The man attempts to flirt again.

Kirby notices a group of men, who look a similar age to the guy talking to her, smirking and giggling to themselves. Admittedly, I am slouched and I have a face mask on, perhaps he doesn't realise my height, musculature or the scars, or perhaps he doesn't care. She stays silent, letting the man try line after line as she mentally compares him to Eddie.

Look, Mr Smooth Operator, I have a husband, a very sexy husband at that. Your boring blue eyes could never match up to his stunning green ones, like emerald jewels which glow when he’s happy and dim when he’s upset or angry. Your coiffed Lord Farquaad looking haircut is bottom of the barrel trash compared to the perfectly kept tough-guy appeal of my darling’s shaved jet black hair, nor the slowly greying maturity of his beard, like a barrel of Scotch he has aged perfectly. You think that tan and that confidence makes women fall at your feet, oh you poor little baby, you have no fuckin’ clue what a real man looks like, the kind of man who makes a woman like me feel like a goddess when he touches my body. You can never match up to a man like Eddie Kingston… you will never be my Eddie, my American Idiot, my Soldier of New York. He is street-wise to my book-smart, he is loud and outgoing where I am withdrawn and quiet, but he loves me for me and I love him for him, flaws and all. So no, you cannot replace Emyr and Ethan’s Pá, nor will you ever replace my Edward.

The man goes to touch Kirby's hip, receiving a punch to the jaw for his efforts. He gets sent sprawling to the floor right as Eddie reaches the store, chuckling as he walks up to Kirby's side.

"Holy shit, Mami." Eddie pulls Kirby into a tight hug and kisses her deeply, "If I hadn't already married you, seein' that would've sealed the deal."

"Married? To this chump?" The man sputters out as he gets up.

"Chump? Ef yw'r dyn mwyaf golygus i mi erioed gael y pleser o wylio. Mae'n garedig ac yn sylwgar mewn ffordd na fydd fuckboy fel chi byth. [He is the most handsome man I have ever had the pleasure of viewing. He is kind and attentive in a way a fuckboy like you will never be.]" Kirby snarls, backing the man against a wall of the store; she only backs off when Eddie pulls her away.

The young man runs off, his friends already gone.

"Did you call him a fuckboy?" Eddie smirks.

"Yes, but that word does not translate, it remains fuckboy." She shrugs.

"What else did you tell him?"

"That you, my love, are the most handsome man I've ever seen, that you are kind attentive, and that he could never be you."

"Did you hear half the shit he said to you?" Eddie asks as he starts pushing the pram.

"Nope, I tuned him out and thought about you."

"About all the nasty shit I'm gonna do to you later?" He smirks.

"Nope, I was yelling at him mentally that he will never stack up to you, especially with that Lord Farquaad ass haircut."

Eddie lets out a breathless chuckle, wheezing and putting his head in his hands, "Lord Farquaad ass?" He repeats, wheezing as he catches his breath.

"What, the motherfucka looked like Lord Farquaad with that haircut." Kirby shrugs, smiling when Eddie looks at her.

"Ma, I love the way ya mind works." He grins.

Eddie pulls Kirby into a gentle kiss, keeping one hand on the pram and wrapping the opposite arm around her waist. Tough guy… my Eddie… my rugged Prince Charming, the sceptical Scully to my inquisitive Mulder, he still runs to protect myself… How shall I reward thee Kingy?

"Whatcha thinkin' about babe?" He whispers when she doesn't immediately open her eyes after the kiss.

"How you still ran to protect me, and the way in which I should reward you."

"You wanna know how you can reward me? Stay wit' me, don't ever change to try and please me, or anyone else, you've never let me down."

"Billy Joel, Kingy? 'Don't go changing to try and please me, you never let me down before. Don't imaging you're too familiar, and I don't see you anymore'." She kisses his temple and wraps an arm around the back of his waist.

"Any other good lines from that song, Doll?" He asks as they look around the store together.

"I would not leave you in times of trouble, we could have never come this far," She sings softly, "I took the good times, I'll take the bad times, I'll take you just the way you are."

Eddie rolls the pram back and forth, making Kirby notice that the twins are watching her. Emyr and Ethan both listen to the sound of their mother’s voice, the same voice they’ve heard since they first developed the ability to hear in utero.

“Keep singing, Mama, I think they like it.” Eddie whispers.

“Don’t go trying some new fashion, don’t change the colour of your hair. You always have my unspoken passion, although I might not seem to care.” Kirby tilts her head back as she tries to remember the lyrics.

She glimpses Eddie grinning out of the corner of her eye, he’s watching the twins and grinning. She looks at the twins, both awake and intently looking at her. Eddie gestures for her to continue as Renee re-joins them.

[thepitofjob]

"The Smashers." Job 17: 10-16.

Clean hands and pure work go together. So we are told. Now we learn how night and day figure into delivery from the Shule into the normal, every day world. One argues the day starts at sunrise, but in observance of Shabbos, the dividends of happiness earned on all effort, this begins at sunset the day before.

Why this matters has to do with the fact time is always short for us. Within the Psalm below are the other reasons: Sunset begins when we see the not-self for what it is. That is the real end of the day before Shabbos:

10 “But come on, all of you, try again!     I will not find a wise man among you. 11 My days have passed, my plans are shattered.     Yet the desires of my heart 12 turn night into day;     in the face of the darkness light is near. 13 If the only home I hope for is the grave,     if I spread out my bed in the realm of darkness, 14 if I say to corruption, ‘You are my father,’     and to the worm, ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’ 15 where then is my hope—     who can see any hope for me? 16 Will it go down to the gates of death?     Will we descend together into the dust?”

The Bed, #11, is Jewish talk for "the A1 Qualities", the greatest of which is called Ha Shem:

Ha=to tune the mind

Shem= to all that can be perceived

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 10-11: Come on, try again! The Number is 9516, טהאו‎, tahao, "pray." To pray is to enter the Shule, where what is not real can not enter, and thus what is real is found.

v. 12-13: Turn night into day. In the Shule, what is not known about God becomes apparent, what is false also becomes apparent. Only Judaism explains how the universe builds upon the darkness of the Shule and becomes the pluripotent manifest creation through the Seven Days. Otherwise all we have is Shiva, the god of destruction. In Judaism the mind is allowed to play.

The Number is 5956, ןטן‎ו, "and Nathan." "And undergoes transformation."

"The shape-shifting verb נתן (natan) means to give in a broad bouquet of senses, from regular giving or bestowing, to setting or putting, to transforming one thing or situation into another.

This verb's three nouns מתן (mattan), מתנה (mattana) and מתת (mattat) all mean gift, again broadly ranging from a regular present to an offering to an innate talent (being "gifted")."

v. 14-15: If I say to corruption...The Number is 9348, טג‎דח‎, "the hammer, a smasher."

"The verb הלם (halam) means to hammer or smite. It occurs less than a dozen times: of striking an anvil (Isaiah 41:7) or destroying carved works (Psalm 74:6) or uppity generals (Judges 5:26), or clusters of vines (Isaiah 16:8). It's used to describe a righteous person correcting someone (Psalm 141:5) or the hammering of horses' hoofs (Judges 5:22), and once quite literally getting hammered from wine (Isaiah 28:1).

This verb's derivations are:

The feminine noun הלמות (halmut), meaning hammer or mallet (Judges 5:26 only).

The feminine noun יהלם (yahalom), denoting some kind of precious gem. We don't know exactly which gem this word denotes (jasper has been proposed but that's just a guess). All we know it that it was known as smasher, or it will hammer (or it will require hammering, possibly because it's so hard). This stone is mentioned three times, twice in reference to the high priest's breast plate (Exodus 28:18 and 39:11) and once in reference to the king of Tyre's covering (Ezekiel 28:13).

The feminine plural noun מהלמות (mahalumot), meaning strokes or blows. It occurs twice, both times referring to blows exchanged between humans (Proverbs 18:6, 19:29)."

In order to benefit from all this poetry and the prose too one must realize none of it can be taken literally. To define the Self without using words but through direct experience is the objective of the time spent in the Shule.

v 16: Will we descend into death? The Number is 5815, החא‎ה, "the bra."

"Go onwards, go farther."

Moses and Joshua both told the men to "go farther." Where were they going? They argued Moses was trying to get them killed by a superior enemy. To be free of all but the whims of the Self is the objective of the Jew. This means especially freedom from trouble and all wickedness habits which bring a man down and waste his time.