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[tikhagurur]

Tom Glynn-Carney and Ewan Mitchell recreating aegond’s wedding dance at CCXP Mexico

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[hoshigray]

Now look here, it's sugardaddy! x sugar baby! reader time >>:3 So here's the rundown: the reader is a college senior who works part-time in a diner and finds out that their favorite customer, Toji, is a sugar daddy and wants to initiate courtship. Although it is a proposition you fail to see yourself saying no to, is this something you can see yourself being in the long run?

A/n: This prompt was picked on a poll to celebrate getting over 50 followers, only for me to get to 100 right after!!?? Y'all...can I give you a hug? ;w; No, oh okay. Anyways, I won't make another poll, BUT I'll be opening thirsts/requests soon!! >:D I just gotta make myself a disclaimer list before we let those lil fantasies of yours fly, lol. But yeah, this is my first time posting a fic over 1k+, so I hope y'all like it. Also, bonus: there's art drawn by Moi (@hoshigaby)?? You'll have to scroll down to find it tho :33 Okay, I'm sorry, go ahead and read!!!

Cw: soft dom! Toji x fem! reader - implied age gap (the reader is in their early 20s, Toji's around early or mid-30s) - mating press - cervix fucking - oral (fem! receiving) - pussy drunk Toji - breeding - daddy kink - overstimulation (fem! receiving) - pet names (baby, babygirl, darlin', good girl, honey, kid/kiddo, mama, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - praise - clitoral play (Toji pinches your clit) - reader isn't a virgin but, it's the first time you and Toji have sex.

Wc: 4.9k

"Oh look, your favorite is here."

10 o'clock, it's closing time. All the servers and bussers are ready to buss down tables and sweep the floors, hosts at the front split up tips and head straight home, and the cooks clean the kitchen and throw out the trash. All there's left is the silence of the dining area, where not a single customer is in sight.

Well, minus the one Utahime points out to you.

You turn to the bar area, where almost all the tables are empty, and all the high-rise televisions are turned off. All but for one, which was showing a football game.

A man is watching the screen, sitting in a booth at the far end with a glass of beer on the table. He's wearing a black turtleneck covered with a denim jacket, white fur on the collar, and a silver chain contrasting the black clothing. You gaze downwards to his black jeans pants, where his left foot seems to be tapping the ground. He's waiting for someone.

Once his eyes catch your approaching figure, his deadpanned face shows a smile in recognition. He was waiting for you.

And you smile back as you walk towards him.

The familiarity with this man comes from a year working at the diner. His name is Toji Fushiguro, and he's been a regular even before you started working here. And to make things funnier, he was the first customer you served after a week and a half of training. You can recall when you accidentally put milk and sugar in his specifically requested black coffee, to which you apologized profusely ("Heh, it's alright, darlin'" He flashed a smile that was meant to reassure you. "The first time that's ever happened to me.").

It was there that you found yourself being the only person that's served him. At first, you thought of it as some sort of joke after the coffee mishap, but now, unless you're there to take his order, he'll only have a beer or black coffee with all the other servers. The crew often pokes fun at you, stating you're the older man's favorite. And you gotta admit, it makes your heart swoon knowing this is true.

"There she is," Toji watches you approach him with his foot finally stopped tapping the checkered floor beneath him. "My adorable lil' server."

You giggle as you sit on the cushioned booth seat across from him. "It's good to see you, Mr. Fushiguro. I hope life's been good for you." You wave goodbye to the guy behind the bar counter, who turns off the TV still on as Toji focuses on something else. You promised to be the last person to turn off the lights and lock the doors before leaving, so now it's just you and Toji.

"I thought I told you to drop the Mr. Fushiguro, kid." He reprimands you with his playful smile, the right corner of his lip quirking his scar upward. "And I could ask you the same thing. How's college goin', darlin'?"

An exaggerated sigh leaves your system. "It's going alright. Can't believe I'm about to be done after the next semester, but the senioritis hasn't hit me too strong yet, thank God. And I can't wait to graduate with all this debt on my back~!" You flash the fakest beaming smile with two thumbs up.

Toji chuckles at your fraud enthusiasm. "Mmmm, I bet. But I know you're smarter than me and most people who work for me, so I'm sure you'll do just fine."

"Yeah, I'd like to think so, too." Your chipper attitude dwindles, and Toji notices the change in tone.

"What's up? You don't think you'll get yourself a job?"

"Umm, well," You cough to clear your throat from awkwardness. "I tried signing up for plenty of internships. Some of them shut me down, others just haven't replied back. And I guess it's just me overthinking, but I worry that I won't get a job in something I like..."

"Aww, princess," Toji rises from his cushioned spot to move to your side, sitting close to you with his big jean-covered thigh brushing yours. He places a hand on your back to rub comforting circles. "That's just the thoughts in your head."

You groan into your hands. "I know, that's why I don't know why I'm beating myself up about it so much... But it's okay! I know I'll be fine because I still have this job keeping me going for a year."

Toji raises a brow. "You wanna be a server all your life? Wanna serve me my black coffee and BLT sandwich til my last breath?"

You hit his chest in amusement. "Well, no, but if it comes down to it, I don't mind. I'll just take up more jobs or maybe make a side hustle. Either way, I know Mei Mei will help me out. I'm sure everyone here will if they have the chance."

"I could also help you."

Your hands instantly go up defensively. "No, Mr. Fushiguro, I wouldn't want that! I'm sure you're pretty busy, and I don't want my troubles to burden you."

Toji's eyebrows knit together, his sharp eyes surveying your defensive stance. "It wouldn't be trouble if I'm the one offerin' to help you, honey."

"Yes, but even so..." You look at your lap as your fingers dance with each other to ease your anxiousness. "It would feel unbefitting to have a customer — a valuable one such as you — to help me with my financial problems. Seeing you smile at me when I serve you your coffee...I'm perfectly content with just."

Your gaze locks into your fidgety fingers, saying the last part was probably unnecessary. Yet it was true; Toji had always been patient with you whenever he stopped by, even going the extra mile by giving you a seriously generous tip after his meals. You know you didn't deserve it, but he's already at the door before you can argue with him. If his gracious action was just a mere small percent of what he could do, then he's done plenty for you than needed.

Toji, however, didn't see it that way. He hums as he leans back onto the booth seat, his hand now snaking to the back of your neck, his thumb caressing the nook of your neck and trapezius.

"Well," He breaks the silence, you're listening. "What if we take this outside of customer service?"

The brows are pulled together as you turn to him in slight confusion. "What do you mean by that?"

"I've been thinking for quite a while," with his hand maneuvering to rest on your shoulder, he sighs and straightens himself up. "Your manager, Mei Mei, right? I talked with her not too long ago, telling her how much of a hard worker you are and how even while still in school and suffering with assignments, you still smile and make sure the customers enjoy their time here."

You give him a thanks, and he continues on. "Which is why I told her about what I wanna do. So here's my proposition: I'll pay for everything for you. Your debt, bills, clothes, whatever it is your pretty lil' head is worryin' 'bout."

Toji's promise does sound comforting to the ears, but you think about your part in all this. "So, do I have to work for you?"

He chuckles. "No, baby, not working fr' me. But there is something I want you to do."

"Yes?"

Toji doesn't give you a clear answer, staring at your face with a soft smile. You wonder why he's being odd until his face leans forward, and the hand on your shoulder pushes you into a kiss. You let out a yelp into his mouth, but the shock diminishes once you succumb to his warm, intoxicating lips. He tastes like beer, definitely from his drink.

He removes his lips from you, and you faintly exhale in an unsteady breath. "Mmmm, yer too much fr' me, sweetie." Toji groans and kisses down your neck while you place a hand on his chest to grip his turtleneck for support before you dissolve into his arms. And although you shouldn't be at your work at this time of night doing this, it felt too good to end.

"I want you to be with me," Toji says in-between smooches on your neck, moving to paint the other side with his pecks. "You're so good to me, darlin', always being such a good girl." He nibbles on your clavicle, and a soft gasp rewards his eardrums. "Lemme take care of you, y/n."

All that's going through your head is the feeling of his lips on your body and the arousing throbbing sense happening in your nether core.

"Hmm, whaddya say, baby?" His lips are too close to your ear as he playfully bites the lobe. Your thighs rub against one another, and you know there's a wet spot in your panties. "Gonna be my perfect girl?"

If you don't give him an answer quick, you're bound to melt right on this seat, and being a whimpering mess to his touch is embarrassing enough.

"Haaaah...Y-yes," You finally answer in weak whispers, mind spinning and eyes glossy. "I wanna—Ahaaa...I wanna be yours."

You can feel Toji's lips curl into a smile. He lifts his head to look at you, and a hand comes up to cup your face before he gives you a soft kiss on your quivering lips.

"My good girl."

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A few months have passed since you and Toji formed this new relationship. And getting used to certain things is still a challenge.

For one: covering up your new lifestyle is never easy when you're out with people you know. During winter break, you went to dinner with your friends and offered to pay for the whole table. They looked at you as if you were talking nonsense ("Girl, where the hell you get that kind of money to be covering for all of us?" "For real, is this the same diner you've been working at? Are they hiring?").

Another thing that wasn't easy to get accustomed to was Toji spoiling you. Since you're a college student, Toji only sees you every other weekend when he has time. During those days, Toji doesn't hold back in showering you with gifts and affection. Between the fancy dates in expensive restaurants, riding rides at fun amusement parks, or the bags of new clothes you bring back to your dorm, it was something you didn't expect to happen so quickly. Your roommates constantly tease you about this "mystery man" who makes it known you're his special lady.

But outside of that, the most significant change was you and Toji. To say you two got closer was too easy to put into words. Sure, the money was there, so you could finally get a good night's rest without worrying too much about your school debt or bills. However, you knew this went beyond the dollar bills and the fancy clothes.

Come to find out, Toji knows and remembers things that amaze you. There was a time he bought you a whole wardrobe worth of dresses because he remembered you had to cancel dates with your friends since you had nothing cute to wear. Or the time he got you a box of your favorite teas, even though you briefly mentioned them to him during a talk way back from recollection.

And even away from the materialistic things, you can feel how much Toji loves you. You can feel it in his eyes whenever he's looking at you. You can feel it when you try to argue yourself out of trying an outfit you don't think will be good on you, but Toji coaxes you into it because he knows — not thinks, knows you'll look good wearing it. You can feel it in his hands when they hold yours, when he places a hand on your thigh and rubs it in loving warmth, or when he caresses your cheek when he kisses you goodbye when you two have to return to your own lives.

It's a type of love you didn't see yourself being on the other end of. The more immersed you are, the harder it is to imagine yourself out of it.

Spring break is now upon us, and Toji has invited you to join him overseas for a business trip. You tried to decline, saying it's his trip and you don't want to intrude on his business. That argument was immediately shut down ("Tch, believe me, sweetheart, you're saving me from bashing someone's head in if you're close to me than not. Plus, I wanna see you wear that cute swimsuit I got you."), so he dragged you on his private jet, and now we're here.

During the day is when he's away for work, so you spend the morning either in the penthouse suite you two are staying in, outside taking pictures to show Toji later or looking around at the little shops nearby. Toji is done with work around the early afternoon, so you two spend time together exploring the country, trying new foods, and taking walks around the area while talking about how your day went until the sun goes down.

Everything goes well until Thursday when Toji texts you saying something happened at work and that he'd be at the suite later than usual. Well, it's 7:45, the sun is starting to go down, and Toji is still nowhere in sight. I hope everything is alright on his end.

You're unsure about going outside for a walk on the off-chance you stay out too late. And if something happens to you while Toji isn't close by, that'll give him more to worry about on his plate, and you definitely don't want that for him.

So, you look around the penthouse to see if there's anything to keep you occupied until Toji's return, and then what catches your eye is the swimming pool outside on the terrace which you haven't tried yet. That'll do!

You go to change into a swimsuit, a cute two-piece that Toji bought for you when you two went shopping together. After a quick shower, you enter the pool and enjoy the calm waters while watching the sunset, leaving a beautiful array of colors painting the sky over you.

Tomorrow is your last day here while Toji will do business, and then you're back to school on Monday. The fact that you'll be graduating debt free still blows your mind. Toji really fulfilled his promise and took care of your worries.

Is that to say that your relationship ends once you touch that diploma?

You lift your feet and lay on your back to allow the water to hold you up, ears covered in the water and face looking into the sky as you're lost in your thoughts.

It wouldn't be too far off if Toji wanted to close this whole thing off when you graduate, as the point was for you to not worry about debt and such. That much you understood from the very beginning. But what happens after that? Do you two just go back to being acquaintances that only meet at the diner? And what about the stuff he got you? Do they stay with you forever? And do you have to fight memories of him every time you see them?

What about all the touches, all the hand-holding, all the cuddles, and all the kisses? Are they supposed to mean nothing to you the next time you see his face?

You're thankful for the water keeping you afloat in the pool, but having these thoughts attack your brain just makes you want to sink in loathing.

Until you feel something tickle your feet, having your body react in a state of panic. No longer floating on your back, you search for whatever is torturing your feet. Only to find Toji in front of you wearing black trunks, he chuckles lowly, and your heart sinks in embarrassment.

"T-Toji," You swim up to greet him. "How long were you back from work?"

"For about 10 minutes," He watches you move through the water, following you to sit in the shallow part of the pool for you two to talk. "I saw you in the pool and thought I'd join. I tried callin' out to ya, but the water was blocking your ears."

"Hehe, sorry about that. I was thinking about something. How was work?"

His face went into a deep scowl with rolled eyes, and you giggle at his nonverbal response. "Had I not known I was comin' back here to see you, I'd probably fucked that rookie up."

"That bad?"

He hums and brings you closer to him with his hand on your shoulder. "But don't worry 'bout it. And you? What were you thinking about?"

"Hmm? Oh, it was nothing," your encouraging response is fictitious.

Toji lowers a brow. "Try again."

"No, honest! It was nothing, Toji."

"Don't make me tickle you again, kiddo." You freeze and look at his face. His sharp gaze and slight grin speak for themselves about his seriousness.

A sigh is withdraw from your lips. "I was just thinking about how I'd be leaving on Saturday and being halfway done with my senior year of college."

"And?"

"And, uhh," You gulp and avert your eyes to your lap, your fingers swaying with the pool water. "I was also thinking about me... and you?"

There's silence, the lack of response eating you alive. Then you feel Toji's hand grip your shoulder.

"Are you scared I won't be with you after you graduate?"

He hit the nail because you don't answer for a few seconds. Your eyes still avoid him.

But Toji still persists. "Do you not want to be with me?"

Your head turns to face him in haste, taking you aback at how fast you were. "No! I don't want this to end. I'm grateful for how close you and I have become. I want... I want..." You fall silent once more as your head moves back to your lap as if you'd find the words you want to express lying there.

Using his free hand, Toji grabs your chin to look his way again. "What do you want, baby? Use your words fr' me."

The intense gaze of his jade-green eyes captures your attention, practically daring you to look away from him. The warmth of your cheeks spreads around your face, and you gulp before answering.

"I really appreciate all that you've done for me. And I...I really like you, Toji. I want to be with you." His face doesn't change as you ramble on, causing you to move your eyes to avoid the awkward stare. "But I wouldn't blame you if you want to stop with where we—"

Your sentence was interrupted by Toji's kiss, and a squeak was suppressed between the two lips. You exhale in bliss as your hands find purchase on his solid chest. He deepens the kiss when his hand is posted at the back of your neck.

You break the kiss to breathe, Toji's gruff chuckles fills the warm air.

"You're too adorable, princess. Do you really think I'd want to let my precious girl away from my sight?" You open your mouth to interject, but Toji lifts your hand and brings it to his lips, kissing each knuckle. "Listen here, darlin'. I didn't offer to take care of your debt on a whim. I adore the fuckin' shit out of you, and I was gonna wait til your graduation to ask if you'd still want this thing to be official."

"But now that I hear you're interested," his big hand holds yours, fingers intertwined as his thumb brushes your forefinger. "Are ya up for it?"

You breathe slowly to ease your heart, beating at an irregular tempo. You grip his hand in return and offer a sheepish smile.

"Yes. I'd like that very much, Toji."

He smirks and kisses your cheek. "Good girl." Toji has his arms placed behind your back and under your legs. Then he stands up while picking up your figure bridal style. He grins hard when you squeal in surprise as your arms sling around his neck.

"Let's shower," he walks out of the pool and into the suite. "And then afterward, I'll show you how much I've been itchin' to make you be my girl for real."

The heat on your face grows tenfold, and Toji barks a laugh when you hide your face. You can only mentally pray for yourself for what's to come.

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That little prayer did absolutely nothing!

Now you're lying on the bed nude and wet from the shower as the water droplets on your body slide down to the satin sheets beneath you. Your hands cover your mouth, trying to suppress the moans and sobs from exiting your lips.

And the cause of this is the man currently nestled between your legs. You can see the raven hair between your inner thighs, but you feel a wet muscle lapping around your vulva. The lewd noises of Toji eating you out fill the room and has you writhing in discomfort, and you try to slowly move your lower region away from his ravaging mouth.

"Aht aht, you're not goin' anywhere, mama." Toji's rough hands grip your waist and pull you back down, his nose brushing your clit as you jerk upwards. He lifts his head to look at you, and the image of your slick smeared all over his mouth and chin almost makes you faint.

"Put those hands down, baby. Let Daddy hear that sweet voice of yours." He uses one hand to play with your pussy, middle and forefinger abuse your inner lips as his thumb grinds down on your sweet bud. Your eyes shoot up for the stars, and you're forced to do what he says, hands gripping the sheets while your cries are out for him to hear.

"Aahhhh!! Haaah, T-Toji!! 'S too much, too—Ooohh!" His tongue returns between your cunt, licking and tasting the sticky fluid coating your pussy. Your eyes are watering, your mind starts to feel dizzy, and your legs can't stay still to save your life. He's been doing this for 15 minutes!!

You clutch his hair and wail out his name in pleasure, earning a moan from Toji as his grip on your thighs gets tighter.

He can tell you're close to finishing, so he helps you. His tongue slides from your wet center to your clitoris, licking and sucking on the extremely sensitive bud, his teeth lightly pressing down on the pearl.

Your release comes instantly, and your walls spasm as you cry in pure euphoria. Your head pushed deep into the pillow below you, letting your body finish reacting to the climax. However, Toji doesn't wait for you when his mouth drinks your essence. His tongue attacked your sore velvety walls, having you gasp for air.

When he's done, he finally withdraws from between your legs and kneels before you, taking in your disheveled figure. Your tear-stricken face and hooded eyes peer up at him as he wipes his face of your excess come, licking the rest from the back of his hand.

Toji snickers hoarsely. "Sorry, sweetheart, you tasted so fuckin' good I couldn't help myself. Besides," you watch his hands trail down to his dick as he places himself on your messy vagina. "Gotta get you prepped up fr' me."

He puts a pillow under your lower back to raise your hips more. Seeing his dick for the first time has you in mental turmoil. Toji notices you looking and sneers, pulling your hips to him so his balls practically kiss your opening, his dick on full display on your lower abdomen. The girth alone has your cunt pulsating in anticipation, and good God, the length of that thing. It's not the first dick you've seen in your life, but it's definitely the biggest challenge you've come across.

I hope those 15 minutes of prep were enough.

You come back to your senses when you feel the tip of his hefty member circling the corners of your folds, and your slick aids him as a lubricant.

"Ready, babygirl?" You exhale a nervous breath and nod for confirmation. "Okay, we're gonna start real slow."

Toji began to push the tip in, your folds being spread open to accommodate the foreign object intruding into your tight hole. You close your eyes and hold your breath, the pain worsening by the second. You take one breath, and Toji pushes further. With another breath, he goes further. Another-

A giant gasp takes over you as the tip of Toji's cock enters you. And Toji takes his time pushing himself further into you, using every fiber of his being not to rut into your tight walls off the jump.

"Haaah, hmmm, oh fuck," That's easier said than done with you gripping onto him like your life depended on it. Once he's pushed his whole cock into you, your words come out as a babbling mess, gripping his arms for support. He looks down at your disarranged self, chuckling at such a wonderful sight. "You look really fuckin' sexy layin' under me, baby."

"God...Toji," Tears stream down your cheeks, wincing at the pain down south. "'S too muuu-ch, too big for—Hnnngh!!" A sudden thrust of the hips has you biting down on your bottom lip.

"C'mon now, I thought I told you about that. I already let it slide once or twice." Toji places your legs on his shoulders and leans close to you, his body weight adding onto yours as the base of his cock grinds into your sex. "What's my new name, mama?"

"Ah!! I'm sorry, Daddy." The title comes through sobs.

Toji grins from ear to ear, wiping your tears with his calloused fingers. "Good girl," he kisses your forehead as you adjust to his girthy length. "So fuckin' pretty fr' Daddy." He takes your lips with his soft ones before moving his hips in a slow yet rough rhythm.

The mating press has your body submit to him, taking in his cock as it sinks deep into your swollen core. And it only gets worse when his pace gets faster, hitting your sweet spots accurately. At this rate, you're bound to cum earlier than necessary.

Then you feel his tip abruptly touch your cervix, and the wail you let out is picked up by Toji's ears. "Oh? Think I found what I was lookin' for." His hips grind deep in you, his tip abusing your poor cervix to the point you speak in tongues. "Feelin' good, princess?"

"Fuck, Daddyyyy, please, I'm-Ahaaah, Ohhh!" His irrational pace has your brain turning to mush, his cock bullying your insides. The sound of his balls slapping against your squelching folds has you squeezing him harder. "I'm gonna cu-cumm!!"

Toji hisses into your ear, the tone of his voice dominating your senses. "Oooooh, don't grip on me like that, sweetie. Gonna end up — Mmmph! Shit, shit, shit, shit...Gonna give you a baby."

You reach to cup his face through watery eyes glazed in a haze. "Please, Daddy, I want it," You know you're talking nonsense, but why care when you're feeling this fucking good. "Inside, I want it, inside!"

"Heh, be careful with what you wish for, mama." He kisses you again as his hips become erratic, and he moves a hand to your clit and pinches it, whining into your mouth when you're cunt clutches onto him one final time.

You cum around his cock and push your head back on the pillows, your gushy walls spasming around his length, prompting Toji to cum inside you after a few more thrusts. You two moan into each other's mouths, riding each other's high until your bodies calm down.

The two of you pant heavily once the kiss is broken apart, and his deep emerald orbs take in your dazed expression. He smiles when he notices drool on the side of your mouth, using a thumb to wipe it off for you.

"My sweet darlin'," Toji kisses your cheek and sighs deeply into your embrace. "You're too good fr' me, baby."

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"Did I say that I want your babies?"

You're resting with Toji, your head relaxed on his chest as you sit between his legs. The television in the bedroom plays an episode of a sitcom, anything for you two to look at and enjoy a moment of peace together.

He snickers at your question, his chest rising and falling as you lay on him feels nice. "Yeah, you kinda did."

"Wow, that sex must've screwed something up in my head."

"Yeah, my dick had you wanting to risk it all." He snorts when you playfully hit his arm. "Don't worry, we can find some plan b in the morning."

Turning to face Toji, still watching TV, you furrow your brows. "We? What about work?"

"I have tomorrow off. It's your last day, and I don't feel like going back to work, or else I'll be sour all fuckin day. Much rather spend it with you than with some morons."

You look at Toji for a little longer before you smile and kiss his cheek, catching the older man off guard as you nestle into his warm body. "Thank you, Toji. For everything."

The thanks carry a deeper meaning. Not a single ounce of doubt clouds your mind now that you've gotten the closure you wanted. Thinking about how your life brought you to this moment, you're happy with your decision to pursue this relationship and more. And it's thanks to this man for making it possible.

Toji still stares at you before he scoffs and kisses your temple.

"No problem, kiddo."

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Getting Dared To Call Them Daddy Pt. 3

Summary: You get dared to call Valentino and Angel Dust daddy.

Warnings: Swearing, slightly suggestive, Val being Val. I speak Spanish but not Italian, so I just went off of what I found online. Forgive me if I’m incorrect ❤️‍🩹 Also decided to reupload this to see how it’ll do + I made some minor changes.

Valentino:

Your sentiments about Valentino were mixed. As a bartender, the last thing you wanted to do was chat it up with the patrons, especially because they usually only spoke to you to try to get into your pants. While the moth wasn’t that blatantly obvious with his intentions, the language he used with you subtle and strangely bordering along sweet, you knew what he did for a living.

He was a pimp, exploiting people for money and power, so you didn’t trust him all that much. Still, you couldn’t help but find him…attractive, appreciating the moth from afar with fleeting glances. That was all you allowed yourself to do, prohibiting your mind from traveling past the superficial thoughts, and you made sure of it by being curt with Valentino whenever you interacted with him.

You did this for the longest time, but then Velvette convinced you to play a game of Truth or Dare one night, and suddenly, you had to interact with the moth in the worst way possible. “I dare you to call Val daddy,” She said, immediately halting what you were doing as you processed her words. Had she noticed the way you looked at Valentino? No, there was no way she had…or had she?

“I’m sorry, what?” You stammered, setting down the glass you were cleaning. “Come on, Vel—why the fuck should I do that?”

“Got a bone to pick with that fucker, that’s why,” Velvette said, shrugging before tapping the counter, asking for another drink. “Trust me, babe, he won’t hurt a single hair on your head.”

You complied, feeling slightly relieved that her dare had just been a mere coincidence. Slightly. You still had to call the moth daddy, which was weird because how the hell would that constitute as payback? That’s what you wondered as you grabbed a bottle of tequila, serving Velvette a shot knowing damn well that she preferred cocktails.

“Okay, but that doesn’t help me understand why I should do it,” You said, sliding the shot to her.

“Look, you’ll understand when you do it, alright?” Velvette said, shooting you a dirty look before downing it like a champ in front of you. “Also, never mind calling him daddy,” She added, and you would have sighed in relief if she hadn’t continued, “Say ‘Papi,’ or however the fuck you say daddy in Spanish.”

Yeah, if you used the Spanish version on Valentino, you weren’t going to be able to walk away from him—literally. You might as well ask him to fuck you. As you opened your mouth to protest, a familiar face slid onto the stool next to Velvette. ‘Fuck,’ you thought, averting your eyes and focusing on the dirty glasses you had set aside, trying not to panic.

“Do what?” Valentino asked, chuckling when Velvette shot him a glare over her shoulder.

“Nothing.”

“Uh-huh.”

Even though the background was filled with the chattering of people and the incessant sound of slot machines being used, the silence that enveloped the bar was painfully loud. You decided to speak up, the tension between the two overlords only serving to exacerbate your anxiety.

“So, uh, what d’ya want, Val?” You asked, clearing your throat.

Valentino turned to you with a hum, his antennas moving at the sound of your voice. As he faced you, you were glad that he had no pupils, irises, or whatever they were called, feeling only slightly intimidated under his stare. Your throat bobbed in anticipation as you watched him contemplate your question, though.

“Hm, tell me, what does the pretty little barkeep recommend?” Valentino eventually asked, his gold tooth glinting under the dim light as he grinned.

“Well, what are you craving?” You asked, backing up and leaning onto the counter behind you, gesturing to the various liquors around you, “I can make you anything—been doing this shit for a long time.”

“You know what? Surprise me.”

Valentino perched his chin on top of his knuckles, intent on watching you work. You mentally sighed, turning around and grabbing the first bottle of liquor you saw, which happened to be rum. It was easy to make something good out of it, so you had a cocktail whipped up for the moth in no time.

“Here ya go—oh! Where’s Velvette?” You asked as you turned around, the stool next to Valentino empty.

“Over there being a fucking piss baby,” He gestured to the other side of the bar with his head. “Nothing new.”

Velvette moved several stools down while you were making Valentino’s drink, which was a bit funny to think about, admittedly. She looked pissed, but he didn’t seem to care, his claws brushing against the back of your hand as he accepted the cocktail. You mentally cursed yourself out for the way your body reacted to the gesture, goosebumps littering your skin.

“Thank you, cariño.”

You were about to ask Valentino if he liked his drink, but then you felt something hit your arm, looking down at your feet to see a crumpled piece of napkin. Yeah, it had to be Velvette. You raised your head to look at her, and oh, did you regret doing that, the way she mouthed “Do it,” with a serious expression making your heart drop.

Chewing your lip, you backed up, hoping that everything would turn out fine. It probably would, especially as Valentino wasn’t that much of a threat compared to the other Vees. You couldn’t even imagine a worst case scenario if you wanted to…unless it had to do with the whole avoiding him thing—then no, everything would not turn out fine.

“So, did I do you right?” You asked, trying your best to appear nonchalant as you leaned over the counter.

You suddenly became painfully aware of everything Valentino did, but you particularly liked the way his antennas moved whenever you spoke, seemingly delighted by the sound of your voice. He placed his drink down on the counter, slightly craning his neck as he took in the sight of you. This was the longest you had ever interacted with him for, and judging by the look on his face, he knew that.

“Of course you did,” Valentino chuckled, the nickname affecting you more than the first time, “It would have been obvious if you hadn’t, no?”

“Right,” You said, feeling Velvette’s stare burn into the side of your head.

Valentino offered you a sly smile as he picked up his drink, but before he could attach his lips to the rim, you reached out and wrapped your hand around his. The way his eyes widened as you leaned in and helped yourself to something that was not yours felt so…powerful. He quickly recovered, though, and you knew that when the scent of cigarettes and alcohol wafted into your nostrils.

“Hm, yes, it would have been obvious,” You hummed, throat bobbing as you swallowed the alcohol.

“I told you,” Valentino said, thinking he had you right where he wanted you.

“I just had to make sure, y’know?” You said, resting your cheek on your palm, looking up at him through your lashes. “Now how’s about you do me right, papi?”

Just like that, Valentino switched up, recoiling as the word left your lips. It’s not that he didn’t like it—no, he fucking loved it. In fact, he’d rail you right there on the counter, forcing you to call him papi over and over again until your voice went hoarse. But the moth knew that you’d never willingly do that, the way Velvette cackled on the other side of the bar a testament of that.

Now, Valentino was pissed, and because you couldn’t tell who it was directed at, you tried to apologize. “I didn’t—“ You started, but then he grabbed your face, bringing you in for a searing kiss that left you feeling rather…dizzy, intoxicated even. “Once I handle this pinche puta desagradecida,” Valentino spoke against your lips, a wicked smile on his face as he watched a pink streak trickle down the corner of your mouth, your eyes half-lidded, “I’ll do you right, baby, mm?” You could only nod, feeling defeated, but at least he’d make you feel good.

Angel Dust:

The first person you befriended at the Hazbin Hotel was Angel Dust. He was friendly—too friendly, even—but you didn’t mind. You liked him, and honestly, you thought he liked you too. But then you saw how often he seemed to be in Husk’s space, never missing an opportunity to invite him into his bed. That is why you took everything Angel said or did with a grain of salt, failing to notice the way he looked at you longingly from across the room, wishing that you reciprocated his feelings.

But when Angel introduced you to Cherri Bomb, a close friend of his, you started to have second thoughts about everything. She quirked a brow at you an hour into a game of Truth or Dare, her eyes darting between you and Angel, who was practically glued to your side. You shrugged Cherri off, though, because what were you supposed to tell her that she didn’t know?

“Shit, ran outta beer. I’m gonna go get me anotha’ one,” Angel announced as he stood up from his spot on the couch. “Don’t ya two play without me, alright?”

Yeah, Cherri didn’t care, and she made that known as she turned to you with a wicked smile on her face. “Truth or Dare?” She asked you, taking a swig of her beer as she waited for your response. You didn’t want to come off as lame, so you put on a brave face and said dare, never anticipating that she’d make you confront Angel in the dumbest way possible.

“Bold—I like it!” Cherri said, looking over her shoulder before suddenly seizing the collar of your shirt. “Come ‘ere, darling.”

“What are you—“ You started.

But you interrupted yourself with a gasp, your faces only a few centimeters apart as she pulled you in. What the Hell was Cherri up to? You wondered, your nose crinkling when her breath fanned against your face. She eventually turned away and settled her lips next to your ear, which you were glad about…until she hit you with something even more unpleasant.

“I dare ya to call Angel daddy,” Cherri said, letting you go before you could process her words.

You shook your head, confused by the idea of calling Angel a term he sometimes referred to himself as. And what would calling him daddy achieve, exactly? Except for making things awkward between the two of you.

“I’m sorry, what?“ You stuttered in disbelief. “That’s—no! I can’t do that!”

“Wait, nah, you’re right,” Cherry said, but she wasn’t agreeing with what you thought she was agreeing to. “Do you know Italian? ‘Cause I think it’d be more effective if you said it in Italian.”

“No,” You deadpanned.

“It’s like, papino, or uh, paparino? Some shit like that. But neither sound that hot, ya know?” Cherry continued. “You can just call him papi, ehh…no, papino.”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” You scoffed.

Angel liked Husk, and the last thing you wanted to do was get in between that—or did you?

“What? You gonna pussy out?”

No, you were not, but out of all the things Cherri could have dared you to do, why…that? She laid back on the couch adjacent from you, innocently swinging her legs over the armrest as you rested your face in your palms. You were so busy mentally cursing yourself for caring about how Cherri perceived you that you jumped when the couch dipped next to you.

“Is everythin’ alright with ya?” Angel asked you, your eyes widening when he settled a hand on your back.

As his fingers delicately stroked your spine, an act that felt intimate and therefore forbidden, you figured out Cherri’s reasoning behind her dare. You lowered your hands, peering up at Angel to see him looking down at you with genuine concern. His hand halted as your eyes scoured his face, but when a blush creeped up his neck, embarrassment flooded your brain.

Angel didn’t even look at Husk like that, you realized, most likely fooling around with the poor old bartender because you didn’t seem to reciprocate his feelings. That was a painful thought, but you had no time to beat yourself up over that, especially with Cherri watching you and Angel thinking something was wrong with you.

“Shit—no, sorry,” You quickly said, straightening your back and offering him a smile.

“Are ya sure, honey?” Angel asked, your stomach flipping at the endearing term. That was a first. “Ya took, like, quite a while to answer.”

“Yeah, do ya need to cool down for a sec?” Cherri added, a smug look on her face.

Of course she was acting innocent. But it made sense, considering that the two of you continued to play the game despite Angel telling you not to do so.

“Nah, trust me, I’m good,” You said, trying not to glare at her.

“Ehh, I’m startin’ to think that somethin’ happened while I was away,” Angel said, folding his arms as his eyes darted between the two of you, obviously suspicious.

Cherri downed the rest of her beer, saving herself from having to respond to the spider and leaving you completely at his mercy. It was times like these where you regretted skimping on drinking, so you had no other choice but to get over the stupid dare.

“Yeah, I have no idea what you’re going on about,” You said, leaning back into the couch and crossing your legs.

“I ain’t blind! The two of ya are actin’ all weird and shit,” Angel said, standing up and wildly gesturing around himself with his hands. “I was only away for a few minutes, so what the Hell did ya guys talk about in such a short span of time, huh?”

“Oh, you wanna talk about ‘actin’ all weird and shit’?” You got up from the couch and approached the spider.

Cherri sat up, interested to see what you were up to. You weren’t a pussy, and you were going to show her that.

“I—uh, what?” Angel shook his head, his brows knitted in confusion.

“Please, you act weird all the damn time!” You started, observing how flustered he was under your stare. “Yet I don’t tell you shit.”

“I don’t know what ya talkin’ about—“ Angel started.

“Bullshit.”

You placed a hand on his shoulder, his body immediately growing tense. This was the first time that you had touched Angel, so you weren’t entirely surprised to see him react the way that he did. But when you trailed your hand down, your fingers disappearing into the fluff of his chest, that just proved to you that whatever he felt towards you was different.

“This—do you feel this?” You asked him, noticing the way his heart-rate picked up underneath your palm. “Yeah, that’s what you do to me all the time.”

“This—do you feel this?” You asked him, noticing the way his heart-rate picked up underneath your palm. “Yeah, that’s what you do to me all the time.”

“I, uh—it ain’t no different than how I treat Husk,” Angel weakly countered, a nervous chuckle escaping his throat.

“I’m not talking about Husk,” You said, trying not to glare at Cherri as she squealed. “I’m talking about this,” You placed your hand directly over his heart.

“I make ya feel like…this?” Angel stuttered, reaching up to place his hand over yours.

“Yes.”

“Then why didn’t ya tell me anythin’?”

“Because of Husk.”

Angel stared right through you, thinking about how the two of you could have been together if you’d been honest from the start. That was what you gathered from his facial expressions, observing how they alternated between happiness and disappointment.

“I feel like such a jackass,” Angel admitted, pulling you in by the waist with his second set of arms. “All this time ya liked me, and I thought ya didn’t ‘cause—ah, I fucked up, huh?”

“Hey, I didn’t say anything either,” You smiled at him.

“That don’t compare to what I did,” Angel scoffed. “I mean, the whole time we could’ve—“

“How about you shut up and give me a kiss, papino,” You said, reaching up to cradle his face, thumb caressing his cheekbone.

You would have received your kiss if you hadn’t added the last part, but hey, you weren’t complaining. The way Angel melted in your arms was reward enough. “Did ya really learn Italian…just for me?” He asked you, too busy swooning over you to notice how your arms trembled as you held him. “Yeah, uh, something like that,” You chuckled, shooting Cherri a glare when she tried to interject. “I think—I think he’s the one that needs to cool down now,” She laughed, but the spider shook his head, mumbling something about wanting to do the opposite in bed with you. Yeah, you were in for a long night.

Credit for Angel’s part:

@/hazbingirliexoxo

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[oneforthemunny]

ahhh love me a blurb game! could i pretty please request for mafia!eddie, fluff, matching pajama sets 🥹 thank you mwa ily

i'm screaming this is such a good one ahhh!!! i am loving the requests this blurb game!! everyone is so creative and fun so thank you!! hope you all enjoy <3

"Do you have them on?"

Eddie swallowed back a reluctant huff, running a hand down his face. He should tell you they don't fit, lie and tell you that there was a tear in them, reach for his pocket knife and slice them up.

Flashes of your disappointed face crossed his mind, and he knew he wouldn't do that- couldn't. So instead, he took a deep breath in, buttoning up the flannel.

"Eddie!" Your voice rang out again, knocking on the closet door. "Do you have them on? Let me see!"

"Just a second, baby." Eddie muttered, fixing the collar. The doorknob turned anyways, letting yourself in. His stern glare was short lived, cut off by your own excited gasp.

"Oh! Look at you!" You cooed, grinning at him. He was sight, standing in the dark interior of the closet, sticking out with dramatic contrast in the bright cream of the pajamas.

Eddie's lips tugged in a half grin, curling when he saw you in your own pajamas, matching ones.

You'd come home that day giddy and bursting with excitement, rambling on and on about how you'd found the most perfect pajamas to ever exist. He'd expected lingerie when you'd set the bag down in his office. Much to his surprise, it was not. Instead, two sets of flannel pajama sets, matching, with tiny Dobermans embroidered all over.

"It's the boys!" You squealed, clutching them to your chest. "It's the boys on pajamas! Isn't it perfect? I mean, what were the odds that they had these and they had them in our size?"

"Our?" Eddie nearly choked. He almost laughed when you'd shown him his, nearly scoffed and told you he'd never wear that.

The second your face fell, excitement extinguished by his hesitancy, that familiar pit came back to his stomach.

So, here he was instead, putting on the matching pajamas, letting you gush about how cute he looked, hugging him in the mirror. "Look boys," You cooed, clicking your tongue so they all piled in, sitting in front of you. "It's you! Look! Mommy and Daddy are wearing you!"

Diablo's tail wagged, whimpering and shifting with excitement, desperate to jump up and lick your face, but Eddie was there. "Come here," You patted your shoulders, letting him jump. "Be careful, Dio, baby. Don't rip them, be gentle. Look it's you! You can't rip these, they have you on them!"

The other boys started to whine, standing to pace and circle you, jealous of their brother. Eddie snapped his fingers, pointing down so they all sat at attention. You frowned at him.

"Don't let them jump on you." Eddie glared at you, the same stern look in his eyes. "They'll knock you over."

"No, they won't." You rolled your eyes, an involuntary click coming from Eddie. Vecna growled in protective warning towards Eddie, a low growl, but a warning all the same.

"They're just so excited that Mommy and Daddy have matching jammies with them on them, aren't you?" You cooed, dropping to your knees to hug and kiss Vecna, letting him know that you were alright.

Eddie grinned, a soft puff of air coming from his nostrils. "You spoil them."

"You spoil me." You countered easily. "Don't you love them? They're so soft!"

"Yeah, they are. A lot more comfortable than I thought they'd be." Eddie nodded easily. "Like you in them a lot. Look good in them, baby."

You rolled your eyes, scratching Lucifer's head gently. "Daddy's so silly, isn't he?" You grinned up at Eddie. "But, you look pretty hot in these too. Really doin' it for me." You admitted with a shy smile.

Eddie laughed. "Yeah? The matching pajamas get you going?"

"Oh, yeah." You nodded, shuffling on your knees towards him. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his face neutral as you sat in front of him, looking at him sweetly through your lashes. "The pjs really get me going. You look so good in them."

[cailins-posts]

A Hughes Family Christmas- Quinn hughes

Quinn hughes x reader

The snow was falling gently outside the Hughes family home in Michigan, creating a picturesque winter wonderland. Inside, the warmth of the fireplace and the sound of laughter filled the air as Quinn Hughes, his wife Y/N, and their five-year-old son Sam prepared for the annual Christmas dinner with the Hughes family.

"Sam, are you ready to go see Grandpa and Grandma?" Y/N asked, helping him into his little coat and adjusting his hat.

Sam nodded enthusiastically, his eyes wide with excitement. "Yeah! And Uncle Jack and Uncle Luke too!"

Quinn smiled as he watched his son. Sam had inherited his curiosity and energy, and he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride every time he looked at him. Sam had Quinn's dark, expressive eyes, which Y/N always said were her favorite feature.

"Alright, buddy, let's get going," Quinn said, lifting Sam into his arms. "We've got a lot of presents to open."

The drive to the Hughes family home was filled with Sam's chatter about Santa Claus, his favorite Christmas movies, and all the toys he hoped to get. Y/N and Quinn exchanged amused glances, enjoying their son's infectious excitement.

When they arrived, they were greeted by the familiar warmth of the Hughes home. Ellen and Jim Hughes welcomed them with open arms, and Jack and Luke were already there, teasing each other as usual.

"There's my little man!" Jack exclaimed, scooping Sam up into a big hug. "How's my favorite nephew?"

Sam giggled, hugging Jack tightly. "I'm good, Uncle Jack! Did you see all the snow?"

Luke joined in, ruffling Sam's hair. "Hey, buddy! Ready for some Christmas fun?"

Sam nodded eagerly, his eyes sparkling with joy. The family gathered around the beautifully decorated Christmas tree, the scent of pine and the twinkle of lights adding to the festive atmosphere.

As everyone settled in, Ellen brought out a tray of hot cocoa, complete with marshmallows for Sam. "Here you go, sweetie," she said, handing him a warm mug.

"Thank you, Grandma," Sam replied, his manners making everyone smile.

The evening progressed with laughter and stories, as the family shared memories of Christmases past. Sam sat in the middle of it all, his eyes wide with wonder as he listened to the tales of his dad and uncles' childhood adventures.

When it was time to open presents, Sam could hardly contain his excitement. He tore into the wrapping paper with glee, revealing a new set of toy hockey sticks from Jack, a Lego set from Luke, and a cuddly stuffed bear from his grandparents.

Quinn and Y/N had saved their presents for last. They handed Sam a big box, and he looked up at them with wide eyes. "Is this from Santa?" he asked.

Quinn chuckled. "Not this one, buddy. This one's from Mom and Dad."

Sam carefully unwrapped the present, revealing a junior-sized Vancouver Canucks jersey with "Hughes" and the number 43 on the back. His eyes lit up with excitement. "Just like yours, Daddy!"

Quinn grinned, feeling a surge of pride and love for his son. "That's right, Sam. Now you can be just like me on the ice."

Sam jumped into Quinn's arms, hugging him tightly. "Thank you, Daddy! I love it!"

Y/N watched the scene unfold, her heart full of happiness. She loved seeing Quinn with Sam, the bond between father and son stronger than ever. She joined them, wrapping her arms around both of them in a family hug.

"I love you both so much," she said softly.

"We love you too, Mommy," Sam replied, his voice muffled against Quinn's shoulder.

The rest of the evening was filled with more presents, games, and laughter. Sam played with his new toys, showing off his hockey skills with his uncles and enjoying every moment of the festive celebration.

As the night drew to a close, the family gathered around the fireplace, sipping hot cocoa and enjoying the cozy atmosphere. Sam was nestled between Quinn and Y/N, his eyes drooping with sleepiness.

"Did you have a good Christmas, buddy?" Quinn asked, brushing a strand of hair from Sam's forehead.

Sam nodded, a content smile on his face. "The best Christmas ever, Daddy."

Y/N kissed Sam's cheek, feeling a deep sense of contentment. "I'm so glad, sweetie. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Mommy," Sam replied, snuggling closer to her.

Quinn looked around at his family, his heart full of love and gratitude. Despite the challenges and the busy schedule of his hockey career, moments like these made everything worthwhile. He was surrounded by the people he loved most, and he couldn't ask for anything more.

As Sam drifted off to sleep, Quinn and Y/N exchanged a look of pure happiness. They knew that this was just the beginning of many more wonderful Christmases together, filled with love, laughter, and the joy of family.

"Merry Christmas, Quinn," Y/N whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," he replied, pulling her close. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. "Always."

And with that, they settled in for a peaceful, joyful night, their hearts full and their family complete.

[raya-hunter01]

Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 2

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

Words: 7,666

Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director, and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso.  Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

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Shantell’s Hotel Room

Shantell’s POV

Beep! Beep! Beep!

“Babe your alarm is going off,” I moan as Jey kisses my neck pulling me closer. “Not yet baby, I ain’t got nowhere to be but here wit you,” he says grazing his fingertips up and down my thigh.

“Well, you’re going to have to let me go to the bathroom at some point,” I laugh as he moves his arms allowing me to get up. “Hurry yo fine ass up,” he shouts at my retreating form.

“I will!” I shouted looking at myself in the mirror, last night was terrific and memorable as I look at the hickey on my neck. Oh, he thinks he's slick, he did it on purpose trying to mark his territory.

Well, two can play that game, I mean I didn’t get to play last night. I wanted to explore a bit, and what better time than now as I hear those familiar light snores.

Alright Mr. right hand man let’s see if you can take the heat. Smiling, I used the restroom, washed up, and brushed my teeth which was a bad idea because the longer I waited the more I was losing my nerve.

Turning on my confidence, I walked back into the room and there he was lying on his back with his arm over his face. My man put in some work last night and now it’s my turn, after all, I didn’t get a chance to congratulate him properly.

 “You know I see you, right,” he says almost startling me as I walked back toward the bed. “Who says I didn’t want you to see me,” I answer smartly as he raises up on his elbows looking at me smirking, opening the covers for me to join him back in bed.  His phone beeps as he groans before leaning over to check it.

“Damn, I forgot,” he mumbles with a disappointed look on his face getting out of bed.

“What’s up babe,” I say looking at him as he sits in the chair beside the bed. Walking over towards the window, I looked outside for a second, before closing the curtains, turning towards him.

“I gotta meet Jimmy in an hour, we got an interview we gotta do this morning,” he says looking at me with a sad smile, dropping his head in thought.

“That’s good,” I say sitting down on the floor, looking at him with a warm smile. “How is that good? I could have had you in this bed, screaming my name all day, but I gotta work,” he says in disbelief at me and the situation in general.

 I shrug my shoulders “Well sometimes it happens baby, but I got a bone to pick with you anyway, a huge one before you walk out this door,” I say almost smirking at his anxious expression.

“What I did,” he says looking lost scrunching up his face at me. “Well, you wouldn’t let me properly congratulate you last night, and I have an issue with that,” I say innocently as I began crawling to him.  

His body seems to twitch, and I haven’t even touched him yet, his eyes follow me as lean forward placing a kiss on his stomach, swirling my tongue around his bare skin loving the hiss that tore from his mouth.

Jey’s POV

“Shit, don’t play wit me,” I hiss licking my lips, looking down at the sight of my girl on her knees, with her ass in the air.  Looking up at me with those sexy ass eyes, innocently licking my stomach torturously.

 “Who’s playing daddy?” she questions moving her mouth lower as my eyes never leave hers as she leans down licking around the head of my dick.

“Fuck!” I groan in anticipation waiting for her to take my dick in her mouth, “Mmm, is all this for me baby?” she asks, innocently taunting me as she’s stroking my dick, swirling her tongue around the head.

I’m intently watching her, almost forgetting to breathe. “You know it is,  It-” I groan as she cuts off my response, without warning taking my dick in her mouth, sucking on the head like a fucking lollypop.

“Mmmm,” she moans making her mouth vibrate on my dick as my hands go to her hair. I grip it gently not wanting to hurt her, I decide to help her and began to thrust my dick slowly in her mouth.  Her eyes meet mine as she opens her mouth wider taking me deeper into her mouth.

“Fuuuckk! Baby suck yo dick,” I praise as she seemed to take the lead now bobbing her mouth down on my dick at a steady pace. Her long beautiful hair is now in the way, I can’t see her face, but I damn sho can feel what that mouth doing to me right now.

Needing to see her face, I reached around grasping her hair in my hands, I needed to see her taking all this dick in her mouth. Fuck, how many times had I dreamed, hell thought about this and she ain’t disappointing.

Shantell’s POV

I feel his hands slightly gripping my hair so I looked up at him as I continued taking his dick in my mouth.  I can tell he’s holding back, not wanting to hurt me. With each bobble of my head down on his dick, it seems to be pushing it deeper into my mouth and throat.

“Make yo dick cum Shan,” he moans as I needed no more encouragement, I begin sucking him faster as I placed one hand on his chest bracing the other on his knee.  Angling my head, I finally swallowed his whole dick in my mouth.

 Relaxing my throat, tears coming to my eyes as I pull back to catch my breath before engulfing him again. His hips shot up off the chair pushing himself deeper in my mouth, making me gag a bit unexpectedly, “Yea, gag on it …. Gag on that dick...Fuck!” I faintly heard him whisper into the air as he’s sitting up now rubbing on my back, encouraging me.

Being turned on as fuck, I used my hand to slowly rake my nails down his chest, before pushing him back against the cushion, letting him know I got this.

Pulling back, I was so turned on looking at his lust-filled heavy eyes. Jey was biting his lip staring down at me like he could eat me alive as I continue to stroke him. The action was making my pussy quiver, I had to make my point loud and clear as I held his gaze. “This my dick now. You gon give me this nut, when I tell you too,” I commanded with a sexy moan.  

Hearing his groans and feeling his body tremble with anticipation was doing something to me.  “Put yo dick back in yo mouth then…. Make it nut hard as fuck," he challenged, gasping as without warning I sank my mouth back down on his dick slightly gagging again at the intrusion.

“Yessss! Gag… On ….Yo… Dick girl!” He exclaimed as I continue to move even faster, determined to blow his fucking mind. As I took my hand from his knee and began playing with my pussy. Yea, we both gon get this nut right here.

Jey’s POV

“Take yo dick baby. Take…. Yo….. Dick!” I growl in appreciation, almost in a chant-like manner as I watch her mouth swallow all my dick bobbing up and down, fast and hard.

 I can’t take much more of this as I feel my thighs tighten. I guess she feels it too as I see her playing with my pussy. Yea, that’s my pussy now, and this is her dick.

Fuck, this nut gon be good as uh mothafucka, her mouth, her moans,……  Fuck! I can’t even think straight right now.

 I hear the catch in her throat, she’s close. “Cum daddy,” she moans coming up for air, before returning to her menstruations. I see her body shiver as her orgasm takes over as her moans are causing her mouth to vibrate on my dick.

Never breaking her pace as she’s continuing to fuck my dick with her mouth.  Fuck! That’s all I needed to see, feel, and hear, I’m about to fucking bust.

“Here it comes ma,” I rasp as she sinks her mouth down on my dick one last time holding still as I feel her throat open wider as I give her all of this nut. Groaning as her mouth continues to milk me dry.

“Mmmm,” she moans slowly grazing her teeth along my dick before finally releasing me from her mouth. Looking up at me with those shy eyes I love so much.

“Nah, no need to look all shy now baby, cause you a fucking beast,” I moan leaning down, kissing her as she blushed.

Shantell’s Pov

“Congratulations baby,” I whisper against his lips as he leans back on the chair. “Now how the hell I’m supposed to leave now?” he pants wiping the sweat off his face.

“I’m sorry,” I say blushing as he shakes his head at me. “Don’t ever say that, I’m gonna be thinking about this for a long damn time,” he says laughing.

“Well now you got you some masturbation material for when I’m not around,” I joke as he smirks before kissing me “You have no idea Shan,” he says before heading to the shower.

Opening her phone, she sees she had three missed calls from Trin and a text.

“Call me when you get this text, Paul called and wanted to do lunch, will you come with me.” She had texted. “Oh shit, was Paul going to rehire her,” Shan said out loud to herself.

Birthday Plans

“I want Shan’s birthday to be special,” Jey says looking at his brothers and cousin as they nod in understanding.

“Tang and Sofia are on the way down now so we can finalize everything,” Joe says looking at his menu.

“Man, I had a long night, I could’ve stayed in bed with my wife,” Solo says shaking his head.

“Same here Uce. How bout you, lil bro?” Jimmy asks nudging Jeys’s shoulder.

“Man, it ain’t like that,” Jey says smiling at his brother as Joe looks at him smirking.

“Ah, shit son. Uce is in love,” Joe says grinning as he and Jey do their handshake.

“What y’all talking about?” Tangela says walking up giving her husband a kiss sitting down beside him.

“Oh, how Jey is in love with Shan,” Solo says pulling Sofia up a chair.” Well, what else is new?” Sofia questions smiling at Jey.

“Aye, aye, ya’ll gon help me with this, or not?” Jey asks getting antsy with the teasing.

“I told you that I got you cuz-in-law, I booked the building by the beach, I’m going to do the flowers and decorations for the party. It’s gon be lit, I promise,” Tangela says reassuring him. “Also, Trin helped her pick a dress out, we got this on lock,” Tangela says confidently.

“Solo and I are going to duck out of the party for a minute, swing by your house, and decorate the bedroom with candles and rose petals. I got to pick up the balloons earlier that morning, we got you,” Sofia says patting Jey’s hand to calm him down as he smiles graciously at her.

“Wait, you want me to help you set up a love nest for my brother,” Solo says shivering at the thought.

“You’ll live,” Sofia says giving her husband a kiss as he cracks a smile letting everyone know he was joking.

“Jey, we gonna make sure this night is memorable Uce,” Solo says dapping up his brother as they continued their final plans.

Lunch Meeting

“Girl, stop damn tapping your leg it’s making the table move, and me nervous,” Shan says as Trin stops moving her leg.

“I’m nervous as hell, what could he want,” Trin says looking around anxious for their upcoming lunch guest.

“I think it’s obvious, he realizes they’re losing too many people due to incompetent people running the women’s division, two of his top females are pregnant. Ronda is probably leaving soon, so I think he’s going to offer you your job back,” Shan says confidently.

“You think so?” Trin questions as Shan nods her head. “Take a breath Trin, here comes Paul,” Shan says waving him over.

“Afternoon ladies,” he says hugging them both before sitting down. “How has London been treating you Trin?” he asks with a welcoming expression.

“It’s been amazing, especially getting to spend time my husband,” she honestly answers as he nods. “Well Shan, I know you loved this trip, I’m sure,” he says confidently.

“Yes, sir I appreciate the opportunity, it has been a little stressful but so much fun,” I say smiling at my boss.

“I asked to meet with you Trin because I have a proposition for you,” he says calmly as Trin and I look at each other full of hope.

“I talked to Tommy at Impact and your contract has four months left on it and when it’s done, I want you to come back to work here,” he says smiling warmly at her.

“What?  Are you serious?” She questions, almost afraid he is pulling her leg as Shan smiles.

“I’m serious, for now you will work impact on Thursdays, and will come to Smackdown on Fridays to start back training with the girls here.

“Huh?  How does that work?” Trin ask as I smile at her.

“Girl! It means you getting extra money to come hang out with your husband, me, and train on Fridays until your TNA contract expires,” I say smirking at her.

“The bloodline is hot, and we have so many chapters to tell so, we are looking to get you involved at some point along with Tamina,” he says meaning business.

“Bloodline...Really,” Trin says shocked as he nods.

“Thank you!” She exclaims, jumping up to hug him. “No problem, and if there is an issue next time please come to me personally,” he says hugging her back.

“Thank you,” I mouth to Paul as he nods as he and Trin continue to embrace.

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Madison Square Garden

Smackdown

Shantell’s POV

“Them Fatu men are doing the damn thing,” I say hyping them up as I took a picture of them backstage by the ring interview backdrop.

“Let me see baby,” Jey says taking my phone looking at the picture of him and his brother.

“Oh, that shit fire right there,” he says in his sexy drawl. “Well, let me see,” Jimmy says peeking over his shoulder nodding in approval before his phone alerted him of a text.

“Send it to me sis, I gotta call Trin right quick,” Jimmy says walking off.

 Trin still hadn’t told Jimmy about the deal yet, she was waiting until her signature was on that contract before she got her husband’s hopes up, I don’t blame her.

“So, you’re not going to tell me how this tribal court is going to go?” I ask giving him a hug.

“Nope, I want you to be surprised,” he says kissing me briefly.  

“Fine, I got to go meet Paul at ringside anyway to see what the best angles are to shoot at camera wise anyway,” I say kissing him quickly before turning to head off.

“Go do yo thang …Wit yo sexy ass,” he says slapping me on the ass as I walked away.

Bloodline Tour Bus

Jimmy’s POV

“Trin call me back when you get this, I hate we keep missing each other’s call and having to talk to your voicemail,” I say exhausted. I needed a minute to myself as I took a few deep breaths and relaxed my eyes. “Maybe she will call back soon,” I said out loud to myself. While resting my eyes I hear the door of the bus open.

“I’ll be out in a minute; I know the show is going to start soon I say to the unknown person opening the door.

“I thought you were gonna call me again, you normally call me back-to-back when I miss your calls,” a familiar voice says as my eyes snap open, I see the smiling face of my wife, I jumped up to catch her as leaped into my arms greeting me with a kiss.

“H..How are you here?” I questioned caressing her face, sitting down with her straddling my lap.  “Easy, I work here,” she says smiling at me. “Trin, what do you mean you work here?” I ask in disbelief, as she looks in her purse and pulls out a small stack of papers.

Trin’s POV

“Paul offered me a new contract to come back when my TNA deal is done, I just finalized everything a little while ago,” I says showing him the contract.

“Is this real?” he says reading the contract over before looking back up at me with those loving eyes as one lone tear dropped from his eyes.

“It’s real, I’m back baby,” I say leaning down to kiss him gently as it soon turns more desperate as he tosses the contract beside us before slowly grazing the sides of my thighs pulling my sundress up slowly.

“Jurdy!” I gasp as he moves my thong to the side, gently pinching my clit, before rubbing it slowly. “I’m so happy you back baby,” he whispers kissing my neck as I reach down to unsnap his army cargo pants as he lifts up for a second to release his already rock-hard dick.

“We don’t have much time,” I moan as he nods his head. “Ride yo dick then Trin,” he groans as I grasp his dick, placing it at my dripping entrance before slowly grinding down until he was at the hilt. Both of us moaning at the sensation of us being one again.

“You feel so good baby,” I moan into his neck as I begin bouncing on his dick. “Yea, like that baby,” he moans as I speed up trying to find my quick release and his.

“Oh! fuck!” I exclaimed as I felt his fingers grazing across my clit, I threw my arms around his neck as he starts thrusting to meet mine.  “I love you so much Trin,” he whispers as he holds me tighter as we bounce harder in sync.

Jimmy’s POV

“Look at me baby,” I moan knowing I’m not gon last very much longer. She lifts her head slightly, taking me in a strong kiss as our tongues battle for control, never breaking our thrusts. “Look at me,” I command gently breaking our kiss again trying to last a little longer. Her eyes finally meet mine as we both are gasping for breath but meeting each other thrust for thrust.  “Don’t ever leave me again,” I moan feeling her pussy tighten around my dick even tighter.

“I won’t leave you,” she whines as our stares are becoming almost painful by the second as she leans her head against mine “I promise…. Jon! “she moans, kissing me as I see her unshed tears threatening to fall.” I’m not goin' nowhere either Trin,” I gasp as I pick her up and began bouncing her on my dick harder.

“I wanna cum wit you,” she moans as her hands pull my hair making me groan in pleasure as she attacks my mouth with hers. “Fuck!... Trin!” I hissed against her mouth as we both came hard together as I held on to her tight, not wanting to let go.

“I love you Jurdy,” I hear faintly as we both are trying to catch our breath. “I love you too, Trin,” I say strongly running my fingers through her hair, placing kisses on her shoulder as we both come back down to reality. I finally had my wife back with me on the road.

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Smackdown

Tribal Court

Shantell’s POV

"Hard camera I need that shot of Jey and Roman, make it wide so we can see Jimmy.  Camera ten and seven come in hard, I want to pace in between all three cameras to get a shot of everyone’s expression as this is going down.” I say in my headset.

“Good call,” Paul says looking on as well.

“Oh, this shit is good,” Trin says sitting beside me looking on. “Zoom in, Zoom in I need to see Roman’s face!” I shout into my headset as I see Roman on his knees.

“I got you Shan,” Stu says zooming in on Roman’s face.

“Oh bitch! Is that a tear?” I shout as Trin nods her head. “Girl it is, he is acting tonight,” she praises as we continue to watch the segment anxious for what was to come next.

Camera two I need you down low, it’s on you Jan,” I encourage. “Yes, I see it coming,” she responds.

“Oh No!” Michael Cole screams as Jey hunches over from the low blow delivered by roman.

“Really,” I mutter as Paul laughs nudging my shoulder.

I roll my eyes continuing to give instructions to my crew. “All active cameras pan, you got a four-second shot coming your way.  I can see this is about to get messy,” I say looking at the monitors.

“Camera twelve and Camera one I need shots of Solo, Paul, and Roman,” I say looking at my boss as he nods in agreement.

“Complete and utter destruction of the Usos,” Cole states as I shake my head looking at the carnage on the monitors from different vantage points.

“I acknowledge you my Tribal Chief, I acknowledge you my Tribal Chief, I acknowledge you my Tribal Chief!” Paul Heyman boasts.

“Pan out and back in, I need a shot on Jimmy, then Solo and Roman standing over him. Commercial fade in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,” I say as we fade out.

I let out the breath I was holding as I turned to Trin. “Look Trin, Joe just gave the signal,” I say pointing at the monitors, Joe tapped his finger on his wrist three times before giving a subtle nod at the hard camera.

That was the personal signal they all came up to let us know they were all ok without breaking character during matches and segments.

“Thank God,” she says giving me a quick hug as I comforted her before turning back to do my job.

Jey’s POV

I was the last one to head back to Gorilla after Smackdown went off the air. As I went through the curtain I saw my brother Jimmy still talking to Trin trying to assure her he was ok.

“I’m sorry baby, with everything going on today I forgot to tell you,” Jimmy says taking her in a hug as she nodded holding on to him tight.

I saw Shan with her back turned to me giving her crew props for how they directed the show as she spots Joe walking by.

“Yo! Joe, why you low blow my man?” I hear her say in a jokingly high-pitched voice. I laughed jogging up, reaching my head around to drop a quick kiss on her lips before moving so she could see the monitors as the crew were starting to pack up their camera equipment.

 “You were great baby,” she says smiling at me giving me a wink. “Joe, I’m still waiting…Why?” She questions turning back to my cousin as shrugs his shoulders.

“I’m sorry Shan, that’s how the cookie crumbles sometimes,” he laughs leaning over to dap her fist and mine before heading to the showers.

Solo was trying to get Trin to smile, leaning in for a hug as she pretended to choke him before they both started laughing and hugged each other.

Man, I love my family, now with my professional life in full swing, all that’s left is to make sure my girl has a great birthday tomorrow.

Shantell’s Birthday Dinner Venue

Joe’s POV

“This really turned out beautiful baby,” I say looking around at the decorations and the dance floor as our close friends were mingling.

“I hope she likes it.” Tangela says taking in her work. She had opened a party event business a year ago, and Shan’s party would be her first big gig. She wanted to do good by her girl.

“She will love it!” Sofia says as her and Solo come over carrying glasses of champagne for them.

“Sis, I think tonight your business takes off, Solo says looking around and nodding his head in approval.

"Anybody heard from Jimmy and Trin," Joe asks looking around nervously.

“Trin and Jimmy are with them, she thinks they are just taking her to a fancy restaurant for her birthday. Like a couple's thing, but there they are," Tangela says pointing at the limo pulling up and going to alert the DJ.

“Everyone the birthday girl is here; you can stand beside your chairs or feel free to stand on either side of the red carpet to let her see your beautiful faces,” the DJ says hyping up the guests.

Outside in the Limo

Shan’s POV

“Guys, can ya’ll give us a minute?” Jey asks Trin and Jimmy as his eyes never left mine.

“Sure Uce, we gon head inside.” Jimmy says leading Trin out of the limo.

“Damn, you look good enough to eat,” he says eying me up and down as I smile at the primal look on his face.

My black gown clung to my body like a second skin. Hair-slayed, makeup slayed. Yea, I’m that girl right now.

Thanks baby, Trin helped me pick it out, “I say blushing as he whispers in my ear “Remind me to thank her,” he smirks as I shake my head.

“I can’t believe you did this,” I said leaning over to give him a kiss as he pulled me closer to him.

“Close your eyes baby,” he whispers in my ear as I playfully roll my eyes before closing them. “Let me do this so you won’t cheat,” he says tying a silk blindfold around my eyes.

 Linking his hand in mine, I laughed as he helped me out of the limo slowly giving me instructions where to step and which direction.

“Ok, it’s really quiet for a restaurant,” I say feeling him standing directly behind me as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Happy birthday beautiful,” he whispers in my ear, releasing the blindfold.  I immediately looked down to adjust my eyes, brushing my hair out of my eyes before looking up again.

“Surprise!!!!!” Everyone yells as I jump and scream covering my mouth in shock as I feel Jey’s smiling against my neck before kissing it. “Got ya,” he laughs as I look around in shock.

“Let’s give it up one time for our Birthday girl! Shan, show’em how to walk that red carpet girl!” The DJ says as the crowd starts clapping and cheering.

They really did all this for me, I’m so overwhelmed looking around the room. Seeing some of my crew, wrestlers and family dressed to the nines, taking time out to party with me. This man by my side is amazing, I can’t even describe this feeling right now.  

“Oh my gosh!” I exclaimed trying to take everything in releasing a tiny sigh from my lips, choking back tears as Jey whispers in my ear “Now don’t you go cryin' on me, you heard the man, walk that red carpet baby.”  

Leaning back against his chest I whispered, “I love you,” as he smiled against my neck “I love you too, now gon strut your stuff for daddy,” he says stepping back, grinning at me. He gave a nod to the DJ, who pointed at us before getting back on the mic.

“This is for the birthday girl! From yo man, Jey! Let’s get it popping Shan! Gon head and do yo thang ma!” the DJ screamed as the opening cords of Girl you got it by King George began to play.

Oh snap! That’s the song right there!” I yells as I start to move my body a little. Sexy face on deck, winding my waist to the music giving face and body as our friends hype me up.

As I was moving my body in sync with the music, I felt Jey smack my ass. I turned to look at him with my best sexy siren stare, never stopping my movements, almost challenging him with in a way.

“Aye, you playin' a dangerous game, wiggling all that ass at daddy,” he says in his deep sexy drawl, staring at me licking his lips.

 “I thought you wanted me to strut my stuff for you Daddy?” I say biting my lip enticing him with a sexy smirk before turning back around never stopping moving my hips, moving my arms, and snapping my fingers to the music.

Girl you've got it

Act like you know it

Girl you've got it

And no matter what you show it

I began to dance down the red carpet with the tail of my mermaid dress in my hand, so I wouldn’t trip. Swing my hips moving to the song as if nobody is watching me, hell yea I’m feeling myself right now. “Gon do yo thang babygirl!” I hear Joe yell as I spin around to face my boyfriend winding my hips at him, gently biting my bottom lip, wiggling my finger at him telling him to come join me dancing.

Girl you've got it

And no matter what you show it

Say girl you've got it

I picked up the

Act like you know it (act like you know it)

Girl you've got it (Girl you've got it)

And no matter what show it

Jey’s POV

Get it Shan!” I hear Trin and Sofia scream as she grabs my tie in her hand, lightly gripping it looking up at me all shy grinding all up on my dick.

“You bout to make me take yo ass… Yep. Right here in front of all these damn folks, Keep playin' wit me,” I say licking my lips as she turns around pulling me to her with my tie as my hand goes automatically around her waist as she continues dancing up on my dick. I kiss her bare shoulder as we continue to dance down the carpet to our table.

Happy Birthday Shan!! The DJ yells fading out the music “Damn baby” I moan against her ear as we finally reach our destination as she smirks at me stealing a kiss before being pulled away by the girls. Yea, tonight was definitely the night.

"Aye! Bro, I thought you was gon wax that ass right then, and there, Uce,” Solo says grinning, shaking his head at his brother’s expression which was focused on Shantell.

“Dat ass was struggling,” Jimmy said laughing as him and Joe bumped elbows in agreement.

“Aye, I had it under control.” I smugly say clearing my throat, readjusting my tie.

 “Yea, sure you did, “Joe teases as we all laugh. “Man, let’s get a beer.” Jey says leading the way to the bar.

Shantell’s POV

“Girl, this dress is it!” Tangela says hugging me as I held her tight. “I know you did this, and I can’t thank you enough,” I says as she shakes her head. “No, it was my honor, you deserve this Shan,” she says as I try to hold back my tears.

 “No ma’am, don’t you dare,” Sofia says as her and trin joined our hug. “Hey, we are all family, and you deserve this Shantell, enjoy it baby,” Trin says as I take a breath and nod as we all embrace in silence.

“Excuse me ladies can I get a picture?” the photographer says as we turn and do a couple poses for him, I can’t help but look around for Jey. Finally, having spotted him by the bar with the guys who were enjoying themselves. I was happy in this moment; I still can’t believe he did all this.

“In about an hour Sofia and I are going to leave to set up for you guys,” Solo said to his brother while eying his wife and the girls playing around on the 360 booth laughing and dancing.

“Man, ya’ll showed out for Shan and me. I can't thank ya'll enough," Jey says looking around taking everything in a little overwhelmed.

‘Hey, you know we love ya’ll, it’s all love,” Jimmy says nudging his brother with a smile.

“Yes, now enough of this mushy shit, let's party!” Joe shouts as he takes off to go dance with his wife. The couples took turns at the booth, then did a big group spin bunched on together just clowning and enjoying each other.

First Time

Jey’s POV

“I had so much fun tonight baby,” Shan whispers against my neck as I’m carrying her upstairs.” I’m so glad you did ma, but it’s not over yet,” I say as she lifts her head up smiling brightly at me. God her smile could light up the sky.

“What have you done now? she asks against my lips before kissing me. The candles illuminating the room caught her eye as she turns and finally sees the setup. I have to say my sister-in-law and my brother did the damn thang.

 “Wow!” she gushes, kissing me as I return it eagerly as I placed her back on the floor.

“This is beautiful,” she says walking around the room feeling the rose petals under her feet and touching them on the bed with her fingers as I watch her intently. “It’s not as beautiful as you,” I say honestly as she pauses her actions looking over at me blushing.

 We both knew what was about to transpire. I was slowly losing control inside as her blushing face was now filled with hunger and need as was I.

 I slowly stalked towards her, taking in that dress that has teased me all night. Seeing her chest slowly heaving up and down as the overture of her breasts seemed to be calling my name.  Oh yea, tonight I’ma make her mine, mind, body, and soul.

Shantell’s POV

Jey’s intense gaze has me frozen and breathing in anxious short spurts as I ache for him to reach me, touch me, take me. I see him removing his suit jacket and tie as he’s approaching me. Closing my eyes as I finally feel his arms around my waist.

 I feel his breath on my neck as he slowly grazes his lips across my neck as my hands go to the back of his neck, moaning encouraging him to take me as my vision becomes fuzzy. Looking up at the ceiling as he attacks my neck with open kisses and his tongue.

 I’m gon take my pussy tonight,” he breathes confidently against my neck, unzipping my dress as it falls in a heap at our feet.

Pulling away momentarily, his intense eyes travels down my body as he moans seeing me bare in just my lace black underwear. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he states kissing me passionately, as he snakes his hands smoothly around my hips making quick work of my thong.

  I try to help him unbutton his shirt as we both are seemingly anxious. Finally, I grabbed a handful of each side of his shirt, ripping it, sending buttons flying everywhere.

“Fuck!” he growls pulling me even closer as I bite and nibble on his neck.  I gasp as my bare breasts rub against his chest. His hands leave my body as I faintly hear him fumbling with his belt. I shiver grabbing his face in my hands, slowly almost painfully kissing him as I hear his pants drop to the floor below us.

He slightly dips his knees picking me up by my thighs as I automatically wrap my legs around his upper body. Never breaking our kiss as I moan against his lips, clawing at his back as he places me on the bed towering over me meeting my kisses with more urgency.

Jey’s POV “Can I have you?” I questioned breaking our kiss as our moans of satisfaction filled the room. Looking up at me with love and admiration she gasps, nodding quickly as I held her gaze.

Slowly pinching her nipples with my fingertips, before I began sucking on her breasts, hearing her sharp intake of breath. I smirked against her breasts as I continue my assault on them, before swirling my tongue around each nipple before continuing my trail southward.

I feel the impatience within her as she grips her hands against the sheets in anticipation. “Jey please,” she begs as my tongue swirls around her clit before sucking it slowly taking her whole pussy in my mouth.

“Mmm…. Baby let me do this,” I moan as she nods closing her eyes in ecstasy as I make love to her pussy with my tongue. “What are you doing to me?” she gasps as I hold her writhing body still as I take my time exploring her. Her hands entangle in my hair as I feed upon her.

“Mmmm, you never answered me, Shan,” I say kissing the top of her pussy before slowly crawling up her body positioning myself between her legs, wrapping them around me as my dick grazed her pussy.

Silencing her moans of frustration, I took her in a demanding kiss. “Can I make you mine?” I asked staring into her beautiful eyes, yea this is my forever right here, I gotta let her know.

“Jey!” she whines as I continue to move against her, sending her body even more into a state of need and wanting. “Can I take my pussy baby?” I question in a whisper slowly gripping my dick rubbing against her waiting for the answer with anticipation. Fighting my own internal battle to not just sink into her full force.

Shantell’s POV

“Yes! Take yo pussy …. Take me!” I exclaimed as I feel Jey’s dick at my entrance, I can feel him rubbing the head up and down over my clit.

“Baby!” I scream looking down at our bodies that are finally about to become one, as he lifts my face to look at him. “Mmm…Look at me baby, I want to make sure you remember this. Remember who is making you love you for the first time,” he softly commands taking me into a kiss as I moan at his words becoming overwhelmed by emotion. “I could never forget you,” I whispered staring into his intense beautiful eyes.

“No matter what happens, no matter where we end up, this is ours right here,” he says leaning closer, kissing my neck, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of me as I reach for his face. Sharing a gentle passionate kiss, I’m bracing myself for what’s to come.

I feel him slowly inching his way inside of me. “Oh!..Mmmm,” I gasped placing my hands behind his back. I can see the sweat gathering at his brow, the deep breaths he’s taking, staring intensely at me.

“No matter what, or who you wit,” he pants against my mouth holding my gaze as a jolt of electricity shoots through our bodies as he snapped his hips forward finally breaking the barrier between us, at last becoming one.

“Josh!” I groaned as he took my lips in a slow sensual kiss “I’ll always be there wit you,” he moaned against my lips. Briefly closing my eyes due to the pain, he stilled himself, kissing me all over my face whispering words of love.

I couldn’t stop the tears that fell from my eyes, as my nails gripped his back, as the sharp pain radiated through me. He remained unmoving, as I could hear his deep breaths overpowering my ears.

Jey’s POV

Seeing the pain on Shan’s face gutted me even though I know it was a part of this at first. Now I’m determined to make her feel good. “I love you,” I whisper, kissing the few tears that dropped from her eyes.

“I love you too Josh, but I think you are suppose to move,” she says with a small smile trying to lighten the mood.

“I’m sorry baby,” I say as she shakes her head no at me. “I’m ok,” she says as she clenches her muscles around my dick.

“Fuck!” I moan as I start to slowly thrust inside of her, carefully watching her face for any signs of pain. I see her wince, then instantly gasp at the sensation of my thrusts. Her face has gone from an expression of pain to one of discovery as I continued to slowly thrust inside her.

“You feel so good,” I pant, trying to keep a slow pace until she’s comfortable. A tiny whine escapes her lips “Josh, faster!” she moans pulling me in for a kiss.

I growl against her lips, thrusting a little faster not knowing how much longer I could control my animal instinct. My animal instinct was to just sink so deep inside her and get lost.

Shantell’s POV I feel Jey’s kisses attacking my neck as I’m holding on to him, I needed to feel him closer to me as his thrusts are becoming faster, I wrap my legs tighter around him pulling him closer and deeper.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Jey groans, his resolve is crumbling as his thrusts are becoming a little harder. I can hear the growl in his throat as he towers over me thrusting slower and harder. His eyes are glossy, and I can tell he’s trying to not lose it.

“Baby!” I scream as he hits a newly discovered spot, “Fuck, I felt that,” he moans twisting his hips to hit the same spot again feeling so good to him that his eyes finally fell closed due to the powerful sensation we were both feeling.

As both of our moans fill the room, I grab his necklace pulling him into a kiss as I began to grind my hips against his dick.

“Josh! Fuck! Me!” I exclaimed against his lips as he continues to hit hit my spot, his eye snapped open. His once glossy eyes are now wide and primal, as I could hear a low growl escape his lips. His control finally snaps as he beings to thrust inside of me wild and hard.

“You want me to fuck you?” he grunts thrusting with wild abandon. “Yes!” I scream as I feel him throbbing even harder inside me.

“Turn that ass over,” he growls in my ear as I roll over whining at the loss of him. He positions me on my hands and knees, before I could even speak he enters me hard from behind.

“Fuuuuck!” He shouts as he starts pounding my pussy hard.

“Who’s pussy is this baby?” I faintly hear him growl as I’m biting the sheets on the bed. “Yours Daddy!” I shout as I bounce back on my knees as he grabs my arms pulling me up against his chest, continuing to thrust inside my pussy. Turning my head around, I put one arm around his neck and began to move against his thrusts taking him in a deep kiss.

Jey’s POV “Yeah baby, Fuck….. Yo…… Dick,” I moans as she took one of my hands and placed it on her clit, as I began to rub it teasingly as I hear her moan my name.I feel the rumble and fire building below my thighs traveling all over my body and hers.

“You gon cum so good, you gon give me my pussy anytime, anywhere I ask,” I boast as her desperate thrusts meet mine. I move my fingers faster on her clit, groaning in triumph from the moans tearing from her mouth.

“I know your bout to cum, you bout to squirt on this dick. “Don’t be scared, let that shit happen,” I rasp, thrusting even harder as incoherent words fall from her lips.

“Let it all out on daddy’s dick baby,” I groan encouraging her as we move as one. Growling in my throat I had to let her know, let her know she was mine forever now. “I’m the first and the last,” I say moaning as her pussy tightens even more on my dick.

Her head falls to the side as I nip at her shoulder, slowly running my tongue over the same spot earning a tortured cry from her. “Baby!” She screams gripping my hair.

“You understand me…You mine forever Shan, say you understand baby,” I command rubbing her clit even faster” Yes, Joshua! I understand!” her tired exhausted voice screamed as she exploded in my arms.

I held her close, never breaking my thrusts. “Yeah… Gush on yo dick baby. “Fuck, I’m so proud of you.” I continued to praise her as I started to see spots, as my release took over.

“Yes! Take all this nut,” I groaned releasing inside of her as I felt my legs becoming weak. I slowly lowered us to the bed trying to put into words what had just happened as we just laid there. I pulled her closer, kissing her shoulder gently.

“You ok baby?” I ask as she nods her head “Never better,” she breaths trying to come down from her high. After giving myself a moment to catch my breath, I got up to go get a washcloth. Returning to bed, Shan looks at me blushing as I slowly washed and cleaned her up.

Shan’s POV

“Don’t blush on me baby, this that grown man shit right here. Get use to it because you stuck with me now," he whispers smiling at me as I lean over, gently kissing him.

“Thanks for taking care of me,” I say caressing his face as he pulls me closer. “Na, thank you for choosing me,” he says kissing me softly.

At this moment I don’t know what the future holds but with this wonderful man by my side, I know it will be amazing.

@reci24 @southerngirl41 @vebner37 @jeyusos-girl @melaninsugababy @romanreignkisser

[theweirdgoodbyes]

“C’mon, lemme help you. You’re breakin’ my heart.”

It’s a Thursday night, the Eagles are playing against the Patriots, and Babe Heffron is one miserable son of a bitch. He had called Bill for an emergency meeting after a particularly gruesome day at work, which including him chasing a student eloping out of the building and down the streets of Philadelphia in 15 degree weather. Why administration hadn’t listened to him about needing locks on his doors, he’ll never understand. Babe ended the day freezing, frustrated, and with a pile of paperwork. He loved his job as a special education teacher, and loved making a difference in young lives. But days like today always brought him back to their familiar spot, The Currahee, much needed beer in hand. One beer had turned into two, and then three, and then Babe lamenting his lonely existence as a perpetually single gay man.

“Pussy hound Bill Guarnere wants to help me pick up a guy? Has hell frozen over?” Babe asks sarcastically, pressing two fingers to the pulse in his neck, “Am I dead?”

“Shaddup. Don’t act like the guys wouldn’t go crazy over me.”

Babe leans forward, reaching out to pat Bill’s arm, “Oh, baby, you drive me crazy alright.”

Babe would do anything for Bill Guarnere. When they were sixteen, and Babe finally understood why he didn’t look at girls the way other guys did, he was terrified to tell Bill that he was gay. Bill, all rough edges and macho energy, had been his best friend since the first day of kindergarten. “You tryna play?” Bill had barked at him the moment Babe stepped into the classroom, still clinging to his mother’s legs. From that moment on the two of them were inseparable. The idea of losing Bill was scarier than anything he could think of, and it took Babe months and several pep talks in the mirror to muster up the courage. So one fateful night, as they drank some stolen beers on Babe’s childhood trampoline, Babe just blurted it out.

“Bill, I like guys.”

Bill was silent for a moment, before tossing his beer over the netting and rolling on top of Babe to envelop him in a giant hug. Babe hugged him back and fought back tears against his shoulder, comforted by Bill’s gruff assurances that best friends forever meant forever. Ten years later, here they are, still thick as thieves, and Bill is adamant that all of Babe’s problems will be solved by getting laid.

“Alright, ‘nough of the funny business,” Bill puts his hands up, as serious as he could ever be. “You want my help or not? I’m tired of listenin’ to you piss and moan over what’s his face.”

“Henry,” Babe sighs, thinking of his ex boyfriend. They had only dated for the summer while Henry was doing an internship in the area. He had gone back to Buffalo in August, and Babe’s love life has been bleak since.

“Yeah, Fuckface McGee, him. You were too good for him, Babe, didn’t I always tell you that?” Bill raises a furry eyebrow, forgetting that according to him Babe was too good for every boyfriend he’s had. He had also taken up the obnoxious but well-meaning habit of running every guy Babe had ever spoken to through the database at the police station, with something as small as a speeding ticket enough to make him concerned. “How long have you known me?”

“Too damn long.”

“And have I ever steered you wrong?”

Before Babe can open his mouth, Bill points at him with a shake of his head, “Don’t answer that. Take a good look around this bar and take your pick. Daddy’s gonna help you.”

Babe looks around the bar. It’s a freezing night in January, so it’s only regulars like him and Bill who have no better place to be. He scans past familiar faces until he sees someone he doesn’t recognize.

“Him.”

Bill turns to look. This stranger is sitting at the bar, eyes laser-focused on the game playing above him. Babe can’t make out the color, but can feel the intensity in them from across the room. He’s got a short crop of black hair to match his furrowed brows, a bit of stubble, and lips that Babe is very interested in seeing up close.

“That guy? The little one with the face?”

“He’s not little.”

“You think he’s on your team?”

Babe keeps looking at this handsome stranger, taking more of him in. His gaydar has always been horrible, highlighted by the confident kiss he had once given his buddy Welsh only to gently be told that friends is all they would ever be. Babe runs on the assumption because it’s 2024, and the world is a much more accepting place than it was ten years ago, that trying to hit on a straight guy isn’t the worst thing that could happen. The stranger is still wearing his coat, despite the stuffy bar air, arms crossed and hands tucked under his armpits like he’s cold. He’s found a lonely corner of the bar, and the drink in front of him is empty. He’s got an air about him that’s says “leave me the fuck alone”, and Babe sees him shake his head when the bartender goes over. Maybe he’s getting ready to leave, he thinks. Babe starts to second guess himself, and begins looking around to see his other options. Handsome Stranger’s mysterious vibe is intriguing, but the possibility of rejection would put Babe in the ground after his rough day.

“I’m goin’ in,” Bill stands up before Babe can protest and struts over to the bar, misplaced confidence oozing out of him.

Babe can only watch in horror as Bill plops himself down next to Handsome Stranger, sticks out a meaty hand, and begins to jabber away. He decides that’s all he needs to see and sets his sight on the nearest TV just in time to watch the Eagles make a touchdown. At least it’s a good day for the Bird Gang.

A moment passes and Babe finds the courage to look back at the bar. He sees Bill stomping back over to him, face contorted in a scowl that Babe is all too familiar with. The conversation cannot have gone in his favor. The guy is definitely straight, potentially homophobic based on Bill’s visible anger.

“What did he say?” Babe dares to ask. He puts his glass to his lips, praying for a miracle.

“First of all, kid must be fuckin’ blind because he took one look at me and says ‘Absolutely not’.”

Babe chokes on his beer, sputtering foam all over the table. He pounds his chest with his fist, willing himself to breathe through his laughter. It’s not often that Bill faces rejection, and the obvious wound to his ego is something Babe will savor for years to come.

“So I says, ‘Listen, toots’-“

Babe’s laughter is cut short and he groans, because of course Bill would make an ass of himself, and by extension, Babe. “Bill, no, you did not call him ‘toots’-“

“I says, ‘first of all, you ain’t my type, with the lack of tits and that pissy pout-“

“BILL!”

“-and you ain’t for me, you’re for the poor fucker sittin’ over here’”, Bill plops back down in his chair, shaking his head. He finishes his beer and sighs, like the interaction has exhausted him, “And then I walked away before I punched him in the mouth.”

Babe just drops his head down on the table. This isn’t the first time Bill has been an absolute beast in public, and it certainly won’t be the last. Babe’s minuscule dream of a night not spent alone has been dashed.

“You need a muzzle,” he mumbles to the wood, “I’m gonna have to tie you to the pole outside. Put up a sign that says, ‘please don’t pet me, I bite’.”

“Don’t be a prick. Can’t say I didn’t tr-“

“Hey.”

Babe looks up and Jesus Christ, Handsome Stranger is standing right in front of him. Although the bar is quieter than usual, the man had appeared with such silence that Babe wonders if he appeared out of thin air. He can barely believe this is real, certain that the guy was either straight or so repulsed by Bill that all hope was lost.

“Hey,” he squeaks out. Oh, Christ. He clears his throat and repeats himself, “Hey.”

The guy stares at him with those dark eyebrows still furrowed, like he’s looking at something under a microscope. Suddenly self-conscious under his unrelenting gaze, Babe runs his hand over his forehead, trying to rub away any red mark that might be left from slamming his head down.

God, up close he really is hot. His eyes are somewhere between blue and grey, complimented by the blue scrubs he’s wearing under his coat. Babe feels his cheeks turning as red as his hair, but unable to look away from those unblinking eyes. Over the hum of distant conversations and game commentary, Babe wonders if Handsome Stranger can hear his heart thumping out of his chest.

“You his friend?” He sticks a thumb at Bill, who immediately straightens up.

“His best friend, actu-“

“Give me your phone.”

Babe could fall out of his chair. There’s no way.

“My what?”

“Your phone. It’s right there.” Handsome Stranger points to where it rests on the table next to Babe’s glass.

“Oh, yeah, sure, here.” Babe scrambles to grab his phone and unlock it, handing it over quicker than he would like to admit.

The stranger taps at it and then quickly types something in and hands it back to Babe. He looks to see his contacts open, with a new addition: Eugene Roe. He doesn’t recognize the area code, explaining why he’s never seen this Eugene before tonight.

“Cool beans,” is all Babe can think to say because holy shit, he did not expect Bill to actually pull through with this. When he looks up again, Eugene Roe is gone. He looks to the door just in time to see it swing shut, catching a quick glimpse of white sneakers walking away.

Bill gives him a shit eat grinning and grabs his shoulders to give him a rough shake.

“Cool beans? What are you, fuckin’ twelve?”

“I panicked,” Babe defends himself. He can’t help but smile and looks back at his phone. He wonders if it would make him seem desperate to text him right now. Yeah, it would, he decides, maybe he’ll wait an hour-

Bill cackles, a sound that shocks Babe back into reality. “Never say I never did nothin’ for you, even though that guy is already on thin fuckin’ ice with me. Now go buy me a beer. The king is thirsty.”

Babe happily obliges, making his way over to the bar in a half-daze. While the bartender pours Bill’s beer, Babe looks back over to where his handsome no-longer a stranger was sitting. Eugene Roe, he thinks, who are you?

(Now posted on my ao3 with some edits! https://archiveofourown.org/works/53977666#work_endnotes)

[bearslonelywinter]

The lies we'll tell: NMJ x Plus Size Fem! Reader

Summary: Being the secretary to a powerful CEO is no easy feat. But with his lingering dragon like eyes, things could get a bit more interesting.

Warnings: Possessive behavior, Smut, bit of fluff, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader, work place bullying and talk of diet culture. Also, very light editing done. FLITH.

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI)

A/N: Hi hi! This is my first story posting on here. I used to write a lot back then but I am just now getting back into the swing of things and I hope you guys enjoy~ <3 I am very nervous.

You spent the majority of your early morning in the bathroom trying to readjust your tight skirt. You had no idea why you let your best friend, Jia decide to pick out your clothes for today.

"Ah, shit," you whisper to yourself trying to bring it down more and more but the skirt keeps wanting to ride up your plump thighs.

"Why, why, why! Did I let Jia talk me into this," you whisper to yourself when you hear one of the stall bathrooms unlock.

A tall slender woman appeared. She's pale, short jet black hair that stopped right above her shoulders with a cute grey business casual outfit that complemented that pale skin. She looks at you through the mirror with all of the cookie cutter sinks lined up, washes her hands and reapplies her bright red lipstick.

"Such a shame," she says.

"Excuse me?" you ask.

"Oh? You heard that? Sorry, sometimes my thoughts slip out." She smirks, eyes rolling in disgust as she see's you keep struggling to pull down your skirt. "I was saying that it's such a shame . . . no more like a disappointment that our CEO hired you over me. I'm sure I'd be more of a prize to look at," she pauses putting her lipstick away in her bag and fixes her hair. "He pick someone who is supposed to keep up, how can you do that when you can't even keep up with yourself?"

Your face was red, boiling over with anger within you. Nari, Nari was a mean mean woman even when you first met her when you both were young interns. She has always had her sights on the CEO of Bangtan Corp. She was young money and blew it off while partying in her early twenties from the rumors you heard. Daddy is broke but still has connections which lead her, here . . . you about to rip her a new one.

"I'm sorry, last time I checked I'm the one close with the CEO? Not you? Huh, such a shame that your pretty little head still can't comprehend that. While I am struggling, I will and still will come on top. Don't you forget that," you snapped.

Her face is red, just about almost as red as that obnoxious red lipstick she has on. She quickly walks out of the bathroom, pushing past another woman. "Woah! Be careful, sheesh," the woman's voice shouts. It's a familiar voice. "Hey what happened with Narcissus over here?" Jia asks.

Tears sting your eyes and all you can do is hold onto the ends of your skirt still trying to pull it down. "Hey, hey! What's going on?" Jia asks while getting closer. You look up at her in the mirror. She is a bit tanner, long light brown hair she keeps into a ponytail with cute bangs to frame her face. She usually has light brown contacts in but today, her dark eyes are only focused on you.

"I'm sick of her shitty attitude towards everyone, I'm sick of people doubting my skills because I got picked to be Mr. Kim's secretary and most of all I AM SICK OF THIS SKIRT!" you couldn't help but shout a bit while trashing about.

Clearly over-stimulated, Jia shushes you while petting your hair. "Y/N, hey girl it's going to be alright, look at me!" she exclaims.

"No."

"Look at me, Y/N, I'm not playing games here."

You give in, facing towards her and away from the big mirror.

"First and foremost. Nari over here, that bitch. Don't worry about her, she can be a bully with her little group and keke all she wants but, it will not get her far, not with the high school mentality she has. Secondly, you speak three different languages, you were valedictorian in your collage and you can crush a cantaloupe with these thighs," she says, giggling while taking a good little slap to your inner thigh.

"And that's supposed to make me feel better, how?" you ask while rolling your eyes.

"Because! I was going to say before you interrupted me. Thirdly, you're hot."

"Oh come on now, you're ju-"

"Y/N, no I'm serious. Look at you," she says while she gets behind you and makes you face towards the mirror. "Look at how cute you did your hair today, your makeup is on point and matches so well with your dark navy blue skirt, long sleeve white silk blouse and your small pearl necklace you have on. You're too cute. I know you think your skirt . . . is a bit too short and I'm sorry for that. I just thought you needed to feel beautiful as much as you look right now."

There's a pause. You take a look at yourself, a really good look at yourself. You see how your curves are fitted well. How the black small belt holding your skirt is making your waist come in and how flushed your hips are. Your black sheer tights highlight your thick thighs and how your black chunky heels are making your back straighten, giving you that boost you need. To top it off, your breasts look perfectly round, the white blouse has a small little plunge showing the tops of them off, beautifully.

Jia takes notice and gives you a soft smile.

"Are we about to kiss?" you joke.

"No! But, I'm down if you are!" She laughs a hearty laugh all while you wave her off. You grab your large bag off of the sink counter and pull out a grey sweater. "Ugh no, please not the sweater," she says.

"While I appreciate you basically eye fucking me, this skirt is still inappropriate for work," you say. You wrap the light feeling sweater around your waist and tie the arms around the front of you. The longer part covers your bottom. "I have to schedule some meetings now. See you after work?"

Jia gives you her big smile. "Of course! Dinner at your place?"

"Dinner at my place," you agree. "Don't forget that wine I left at your place okay!" you say as you leave the bathrooms.

"What wine again!?" she yells.

* * *

The office space you've shared with Mr. Kim has always been so intimate. You were placed in a small waiting room and the doors that were almost immediately behind you, is where he resides. Like a dragon underneath a mountain with his pile of gold, gold like secrets you'd say.

It was around 12 p.m. About lunch time for Mr. Kim and yourself. You'd always have the kitchens below deliver his lunch to his office while you waited outside at your desk to eat yours. But this time, when you knock with hot soup and meat in hand, he doesn't answer.

You knock again, no answer. You wonder if you should just leave him a text message. No, you thought. From the first time you met him in your interview with him, to officially receiving the job - he has always told you, whenever you needed him, to go straight to him.

But you didn't need him, you just needed to give him his food. You stand there, feet firmly planted into the ground, your breathing getting shorter. What could go wrong, you thought. Just say excuse me, give him his food and get out of there.

You took a deep breath, knocked once more and let yourself in. The room is big, adorned with navy blue color painted on the walls with expensive monochromatic art pieces lined beautifully and two statues of white marble dragons in the corners by his big black wooden desk. The large ceiling tall windows, with the view of the city of Seoul really pulled the room together. You took a step further, your heels meeting the soft plush gray carpet that's in the middle of the white tile flooring. Two black leather facing his desk, the back of his own leather swivel chair, is faced away from you.

You take notice of a small glass cup that was empty but you can see the coloring of the recent drink he has recently drank, brown. Whiskey of some sorts you believe, knowing Mr. Kim has always texted you to buy whiskey for his clients who request meetings with him. You crept closer. Placing the hot soup with the meats onto the table, trying to not disturb him.

"Hi, Mr. Kim. Your food is ready," you whisper. No answer. You slowly move around the desk, to see if your CEO is still alive. But there he was, his beautiful tan skin, his plump lips and his black hair that framed his face oh so perfectly. He was asleep.

You linger for a moment, looking at him. He's wearing a two piece all blacked out suit. He looks tired to you. You know with all of the meetings in the last couple of days with international affairs, especially with trying to dip his toes into the music industry with a new artist can be difficult and it's finally caught up with him.

Seeing him sleep is peaceful to you. You could take a picture if you wanted to but all I can do is soak up the silence and his beauty.

"You know, if you're just going to stand there you might as well bring your lunch in here and join me," he says. You took a step back and see him sit up a bit while he opened his eyes. His dragon like eyes. They roamed your body as he casually licks his lips from what you assume the long nap he had. "A grey sweater? Are you cold, Y/N?"

You cock your head in confusion all while you look down and remember about the stupid sweater you had to wrap around yourself. "Oh! I am so sorry Mr. Kim. I had a wardrobe malfunction and I just needed a quick fix before trying to tackle all of the scheduling done for today," you say quickly.

"Is that so?" he says. "Well my proposal still stands, grab your lunch and join me. You're already here"

Your thoughts were racing. Oh no, I disturbed him. He's going to shred into me for invading his space, you thought. "O-Of course, sir," you say quickly exiting the luxurious room to your little desk outside. From under your desk was a mini fridge. You grabbed your chicken salad with your black ice cold water bottle and came back into the room with him.

He set one of the guest chairs closer to the large wooden desk, opened one of the boxes and began to blow to cool down his noodles. You quietly, place your lunch in front of him all while pulling out the chair so you sit down. Even when he is sitting up, he towers over you, you rub your legs together. He notices.

"Is that all you brought darling?" he asks. His words sending chills down your spine. A pet name.

"Yeah, I just really need to watch what I eat sometimes . . . I'm sure you noticed," you say, wanting to shrink into the leather seat.

"No, as a matter of fact. I notice the lunches you usually bring in. Have you been eating enough?"

You want to just disappear. It was so invasive, like he can see right through you. While it made you feel this way, you wanted him to pry more. You wanted him to know every part of yourself.

"M-Mr. Kim. I-"

"Namjoon, please call me Namjoon."

"Namjoon sir . . . I . . . uh, it's just been hard when hearing all the comments and people saying things towards me. I just want to make sure that I look good, to make you look good . . . sir."

You look at him, the dragon eyes are back. He's peering into your soul all while you feel so small. He leans forward, hands in front of his face, he cocks his head and sighs. You see how plump his lips are, how sharp his eyes are and how his hands . . . oh his hands and what you would give to feel them.

"I'm sorry, I said too much," you say to try to ease the tension.

"Nothing you say or do will ever make me look bad, darling. Why you should tell me who is making such remarks to my secretary."

Your heart flutters, you expect him to brush off the matter or to even shame you like others have. But, should you really give a name? Nari was an awful woman yes, but this was messing with her income if you were to interject. You hesitate. He notices.

"If you're worried about me firing them. I wouldn't do so, let me ease your mind," he says leaning back his chair, spreading his legs a bit farther apart, eyes still on you. "Give me a name and i'll make sure they will never bother you again."

This time, his voice rumbled in your bones. He meant it, you can tell he did. You open your mouth a bit, he leans in a bit more - awaiting your answer.

"It's this woman who was in the communications division with me from when I first started here as an intern . . . she was also one of the people running to be your secretary when we both saw the internal portal application."

"Ah," he says. Finally happy with your answer.

"You promise you won't get her fired or anything? As much as I dislike her, I don't fancy messing with people's money. That's not something I'd want to do to her."

"You have a good heart," he says, lifting out of his chair to move the food to the side. "Stand with me, Y/N."

Almost like an instinct, you stood with him. He motions for you to come to him and you did. You walk over to his side of the desk and he makes you both look out into the city.

"I read your file a while back, when I first hired you two months ago. Trilingual woman in her early twenties coming to a big hit company like mine. I was intrigued you know?" he says looking down at you.

"That I spoke three different languages? I don't think it's that impressive . . ." you trail off.

"That's not an easy feat, Y/N. You passed all of the communications tests with flying colors, me and my team gave you impossible tasks but you managed to outwit everyone and surprise everyone with how efficient you are. I had to see you."

You blush, you never realized how much at hand Namjoon put into the tests you and others had to make. You felt proud and if you could, you'd call your mom and tell her you made the CEO proud of you. You were beaming and loved the praise he gave you. He notices.

"And when I saw you . . ."

Oh no, here we go. All of a sudden your mood became sullen, he's going to tell you how disappointed he was when he saw you or whatever horrible thing.

"When I saw you, you took my breath away," he says.

"Wha-"

"You are so radiant. Genuinely such joy. I saw how you made your co-workers laugh, you made lunches for everyone and you're just so beautiful."

You felt as if this was a dream. Was the number one bachelor in all of South Korea, the CEO of one of the biggest companies . . . was complimenting you? Your mouth gap open, you took a step back to try to gather everything he just said. Your heart is racing as your face is turning red. He smiles.

"All while, you look great doing it."

That was your boiling point. You had to go, get out of here before he takes too much notice of how much you're unraveling in front of him. Before you could, you felt him behind you. You looked up to see in the big windows, a reflection of you two.

"You know what I see when I look at you?" he asks.

"I, umm . . . someone who can make you proud?" you ask. It was a dumb dumb response you thought to yourself.

"I see a beautiful, sexy young woman," he says while he unties the sweater around your waist and throws it to the side. You can finally see how big your hips are. While fully clothed, you felt exposed. His hands stay on your hips. "Now tell me, what do you see now?"

You wanted to rub your legs together again. Even from the sheer reflection of you two in the window, his eyes are only focused on you. You just nodded your head dumbly in hopes he understands what you're saying yes to.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk . . . use your words, darling."

Your breath hitches, you wanted to curl into a ball and wanted to run. He's seeing right through you, he's toying with you. He knows, he knows how bad you want him. The side glances you two give to each other for weeks and how you always straighten your back when he comes in and out of his office. He knows.

Namjoon was a man full of focus, his job, with his own projects and with his women. Once he saw you, he had to see what you were hiding underneath those clothes. Today was especially hard for him when he saw how short your skirt was and how your sheer black tights looked so snug on your thighs. He had to tear into you, no he needed to tear into you.

"I-I see you want to tear into me," you respond.

He smiles and brings his head in closer to your ear, "You'd be correct." You smile back at him, one of his hands is going for your waist while the other remains on your hip. "You're running the show, darling. Tell me when or when to stop."

Thousands of thoughts are running through your head, you should stop this. You have to stop this, he was your boss, your senior and someone who is much older than you. But the way your heat aches in between your legs, says otherwise.

"I want you to bend me over this table and have your way with me," you breathe out. He smiles, you see that malevolent smile. He kisses the side of your head.

"As you wish."

He hikes up your tight skirt as far as it'll let him, showing him the pink lace colored panties you have. You looked away from the reflection of you, but then his soft lips met yours. He deepens the kiss. He parts and you're breathless once again. His eyes peered into your soul.

"I need you to see how pretty you look," he says, slowly turning your head to the reflection. You cringe on how you look, your thick thighs and how the panties you have have already dampened from how wet you are. "Look at my pretty girl. So beautiful." You buck a bit at his words. Wanting him to touch you more. You needed more, more, more. He unbuttons your long sleeve blouse, one by one slowly making sure you're still looking. He throws your blouse across the room, showing your pink bra.

Your breasts were pushed up so deliciously for him but you were too worried about how your stomach looked, your arms went immediately to cover your mid section. Namjoon takes notice and lifts your arms up. His arms wrap around you.

"My baby looks beautiful, no matter what," he says. He comes from behind you, kneels in front of you and looks up. "Everything, every inch of you is beautiful." He hikes up your skirt more. He's kissing your knee, to lower inner thigh, to your upper thigh now. You had to lean against something, you were getting weak in the knees. You lean back against the large wooden desk as he lifts your left up and propped it on his shoulder. Kissing every inch on your inner thigh.

Your core was heating up, you wanted to beg him to stop teasing you. Namjoon looks up at you and smiles. His hands rides up your thighs all the way to your hips and back in between your thighs again. He goes for the outer layer of your sheer black tights right where your core is. You moan out as he rips the middle of them. Your pink panties in full view in front of him.

"You're this wet already, darling?" You face away until his voice brings you back. "Look at me baby." You turn to look at him. "You're not going to keep your eyes off of me," he says. You nod. "Use your words baby."

"Yes . . . sir," you say. You know you picked the right words because once you said that, he places thumb and glides it over your clit. You moan out softly. Keeping your gaze on him and he's watching you fall apart. He smirks as gently moves your pink panties to the side, getting a full view of your pretty pussy.

"Divine," he says while popping a finger in slowly. You moan out, feeling your slick dripping down your thighs. He's slowly reaching inside of you, making your squirm in his grasp. You wanted more, you needed more.

Another finger. His ring finger along with the middle finger inside of you slowly pumping in and out while his thumb grazed over your clit occasionally. You were unraveling, moaning his name, moaning swears. He found it amusing that you never broke eye contact with him, Namjoon needed to test you more.

In a swift motion, his plump lips attacked your core. You cry out and grip the table behind you. Needing some stability. "Ah fuck!" you cry.

His tongue is dancing around your clit and moving down to your hole where his fingers reside. You never break the view you're seeing. His dragon eyes peering into your soul like he wanted it. He wanted to take everything from you and make it his . . . and the way he was eating you out, you'd let him.

You feel yourself on the brink of coming. You had to let him know, let him know he makes you feel good. "N-Namjoon, I can't hold it anymore!" you scream.

He detaches and as he stares at you he says, "Be a good girl and finish for me."

You about lost it, his fingers pumping in faster with his tongue dancing now on your clit. You cry out. You run your fingers through his soft black hair, wanting to pull on it. You restrain yourself and simply press into him more. "I-I can't do it anymore. I'm coming!" you cry out feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you. Your eyes rolling back and you fully lean on the desk.

He leans up to kiss you and you accept. You taste yourself on his tongue. It's so sinful, yet it feels so right. Both of your tongues dance in and out of each other's mouths. He begins to unhook your bra and throws it across the room. Your nipples are ready for him to play with. He looks down, kissing your neck, your chest and then down to your right breast. Popping your nipple into his mouth he begins to circle around your nipple and with his other hand playing with the other. Your knees buck but you also wanted to do something for him.

You made him look at you. He was taken a back. A bit surprised as you slowly descend down on your knees. Seeing the tenting in his black slacks. You peer up at him, his face filled with amusement.

"I want to also make you feel good," you say.

He smiles, he decides to lean back into his own swivel leather chair, spreading his knees apart. Inviting you in. "Go on then," he says.

You crawl to him, a sight he was happy to see. Your plump bottom is in the air and way your breasts bounce. He wanted to just say fuck it, grab you and fuck you on the floor. But he knows with a woman like you, you need time and he was so willing to give you plenty.

You crawl and finally plant your knees on the ground. You fumble with his thin black belt and his zipper but you got it down. His thick long hard cock sprang out almost hitting his stomach from just the sheer length he had. You swallow, a bit intimidated on how it looks. He was most definitely bigger than anyone you've been with before.

"I want to taste you," you say to him, softly gripping his cock and pumping your hand up and down. He groans softly which only makes you so much wetter.

"Take me in that pretty mouth of yours then darling," he says leaning further back. You couldn't take it. You spit onto his throbbing cock and swirl your tongue around the tip. Just as he has done to you, you'll do to him. "Ah, fuck," he whispers. "Y/N, fuck."

You took him into your mouth as you could try to swallow as much as you could of him. You bobbed your head up and down, letting your tongue swirl around and your saliva dripping onto his pants. Namjoon was about to lose it. The sight of you was something to behold. He never thought a woman he had his eyes on for months is now under him, taking him so perfectly. Mine, mine, mine he thought to himself. She is mine.

He's groaning and it's making you so wet, you wanted him, you needed him inside of you and he could tell by the way your other hand has left his shaft and he can see you playing with yourself. Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. He grabs your face and lifts you up to kiss him.

You deepen the kiss and then bite his bottom lip. He takes a look at you, smirks and bites your bottom lip back and pulls, causing you to moan in his mouth.

He grips your bottom as he lifts you up onto the table with such ease you puts you into shock and excitement. He's towering over you, taking off his work jacket along with his silk black button up. His body is godly, tan and ripped and seeing his cock basically line up with your entrance is the only mental image you needed to save in your head. You could come from just the sight of him alone.

He slowly, yet softly pushes you down to lay on your back and hiking your legs on his shoulders. He leans down, your face to face with him.

"You're in charge here. Say the color red if you want me to stop or if I'm hurting you. Say the color green if I am good, okay baby?" he asks. You nod your head. "Use your words," he demands.

"Green, sir."

"Good."

He rubs himself against your entrance and you're just waiting, you moan and groan as for him to hurry up. He sees you're eager, so is he but he just wants to drink in every moment, every facial expression you're making . . . he wants to savor the moment he first enters you.

"Namjoon, make me yours," you say as you flutter your eyes towards him causing him to become painfully hard. He can't take it.

He slides in, causing your back to arch and ache against the wooden table. He's filling you to the brim with his cock. He's panting and looking down at your face. You want to turn away, embarrassed on how full you are but his eyes remain trained on you.

"What color baby?"

You moan out, "Green sir."

That's all he needs before he starts sliding in and out of you. He's picking up the pace and all you can feel is him, think of him and look at him. Namjoon filled your senses with just the idea of him. His hard thick cock rocking in and out of you causing your breasts to bounce in his face. With his hand he starts to pull and twist at one of your nipples causing you to moan out his name.

"Namjoon, fuck- please, more!"

He smirks, fucking you harder and faster pounding into your sweet pussy. Making the sweetest noise for him. He too is unraveling. He lets go of your nipple and runs his hands down your stomach and finds your clit again. "Come, come with me this time," he says, rubbing his finger over your clit.

You're turning red, spewing swears and having your eyes filled with just him. His black hair swinging over his brows and eyes as he's fucking into you cashing his own high. His plump lips being bitten down because all he can look at is you and your body.

He slides all the way in this time, hitting your cervix and you cry out. Back arching and toes curling. "Namjoon! I'm coming!" you scream. He leans over, shutting you up with a kiss and then he presses his forehead against yours.

"Come, come with me," he says not moving out all the way but moves so the majority of him is still inside and your clit is still being played with. He's groaning, moaning. "Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me, Y/N. You're a fucking dream. I can't wait to fuck you," he says, pushing deeper. "Over," he pushes further, "And over again," he finally says, groaning as you both have a wave of pleasure washed over you both.

You both are panting. His head buried in between your breasts, you chuckle. He looks up at you and smiles. You both share a quick kiss.

"I'm guessing, I'm having my lunch breaks in here from now huh?"

He smirks, appreciating your joke after the intensity you both shared. "I'd be damned if you start having lunch with another man," he joked back. "You're my pretty girl, mine now."

"What am I going to tell Jia now that I'm spending my lunch time with you now?"

He ponders for a moment and shrugs. "Oh, the lies we'll tell them, it's going to be fun and it'll be our little secret, darling."

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Life After

Summary: After taking on Chuck, the reader wakes up in a bedroom she doesn’t recognize in September 1984. Only now she’s a small child and has no idea what is going on. When she finds out the Winchesters live across the street, things get even stranger...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I wrote this quite a while ago (pre-finale awhile ago) when one of my theories for the show ending would involve a time reset. A bit of a different read than my usual stuff!

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A large boom made your eyes fly open. You sat up, finding yourself in a dark bedroom. You took a deep breath, brain trying to decide on processing what was in front of you and what had just happened.

It went with the later for the moment, eyes closing once more. Your big epic battle with Chuck, saving the world from ending, taking out the big bad of big bads. You knew it had happened. You remembered the day of. Everyone prepared for the worst, knowing that none of you were making it out alive. 

For a split second you allowed yourself to take in the bedroom. Perhaps it was a memory and you were in heaven. But it didn’t look familiar and the loud thunder outside the window didn’t seem like a particularly happy memory if it was one. Something was nagging at you though that you hadn’t died. You threw back the covers and swung your legs over the side of the bed, wide eyed when you took in the sight.

A pair of very short legs with pink and purple unicorn pajamas were somehow attached to you. You glanced down, a short sleeve purple shirt with another unicorn on it, your arms tiny. You pulled down the right side of your pants and your shirt up, no anti-possession tattoo on your hip. 

“What the fuck,” you whispered, eyes adjusting to the darkness more. You spotted a lamp on a nightstand and switched it on. Immediately you sat back against the pillows, swallowing hard as you saw the white bedspread, the lavender walls, stuffed animals in a pile in the corner, a small bookcase of toys and games and what looked like Dr. Seus books. “Oh no.”

You looked around the room and got up, finally exiting it and finding yourself in a dim hallway, the sound of TV going downstairs. You swallowed again and saw an open door to a bathroom. There was a step stool in front of the vanity as you climbed up, finally able to look at yourself.

Your very much five year old self.

“Oh, what the fuck,” you said, quickly hopping off the stool and rushing out the door, heading for the stairs. You went down them quickly, looking around a moment before you spotted a front door.

“Y/N,” you heard from down a hall, a man holding a beer walking over with a tired smile. “That is the third time tonight you’ve snuck down after bedtime. I told you, it’s just a storm, kiddo.”

“I-” you said before he set the beer down on a front table and he picked you up, resting you on his hip.

“Honey. Please go to bed for daddy? Please?” he asked as he carried you up the stairs and down the hall towards your room.

“O-okay,” you said, figuring playing along for the moment was the best move. The guy definitely wasn’t your dad and you had no idea where the fuck you were. If you were indeed only five, you were going to need a better game plan before you snuck off. He sat you down on your bed and pulled the covers over you, kissing your forehead before he turned off the light. “Dad?”

“Yeah, Y/N?” he asked quietly.

“How old am I?” you asked.

“Are you excited for your birthday tomorrow?” he teased. “Is that why you’re up so much tonight, cutie?”

“Uh, huh?” you said, the man smiling as he sat on the edge of the bed. “You’re turning five tomorrow. All your friends from school are gonna come over so you better stay upstairs and let mommy and me finish wrapping your birthday presents, alright?”

“Okay,” you said. You got a hug from him and it felt...nice. Maybe it was some kind of dream or something but you were nearly positive that you’d all shown up to face off against Chuck. Hadn’t that been the end of you? 

Hadn’t you died? Or if you’d lived...wouldn’t you still be an adult?

You gave your apparent father a forced smile as he left the room and pulled your door shut. You slumped back against the soft bed, glancing over to the window, the storm raging outside. 

You needed to figure out what the hell was going on and fast.

You groaned as you woke up the next morning, the sun filtering in. You sighed and pushed back the covers, throwing your head back when you caught a small calendar on the wall.

“No, no,” you whined. 

The stark red 1984 stared at you violently on the page and you wanted to cry, unbelievably so. You wanted Dean and Sam and Cas and Jack. You wanted the boys. You wanted it to be 2020. You wanted to go home to your bed and the bunker and be okay again.

Then it hit you that apparently it was 1984. September 1984. Last you checked, you had not turned five in September 1984. After taking a deep breath you reminded yourself that so far, this was not your childhood bedroom and that man from the night before was not your childhood father.

“Somebody fucked with the timeline,” you said to yourself, going over to your small dresser and getting dressed. You were less than thrilled with the options but you managed to pull on a pair of thick black tights, a pink and orange flannel and a pair of socks with circles on them. You found a hair tie in the bathroom and started to work on brushing it and putting it up when you saw your new dad walk by.

“Well good morning, birthday girl,” he said, cocking his head at you. “You want to wear that today?”

“Yes,” you said, working on your hair.

“I thought you wanted the pink dress,” he said.

“No,” you said, deciding minimal conversation was the best bet for now. You finished throwing your hair up and looked in the mirror satisfied.

“Well look at you. Doing your hair all by yourself,” he said as you reached for a toothbrush. It dawned on you that most five year olds didn’t do their hair by themself, not when it involved things like messy buns. You shrugged and hopped off the stool, your dad smirking. “I didn’t see you brush your teeth young lady.”

You rolled your eyes and went back up, brushing them as he watched.

“Alright, birthday girl. What would you like for breakfast? Your choice,” he said.

“Cheese omelette and bacon,” you said as you went past. He chuckled as he picked you up.

“What refined tastes from the big girl,” he said. “Try not to grow up too fast on me now.”

You pursed your lips when he wasn’t looking and forced yourself to wrap your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” he said, kissing the top of your head. You still weren’t positive who he was yet but he was a whole lot kinder than your father ever was. You snuggled him harder, the man pulling out a cellphone at the bottom of the stairs.

The most recent iphone if you weren’t mistaken. 

You had to bite your tongue as he took a selfie of the two of you. He set you down and you cocked your head when he started to head away from a front room and down a hall towards what looked like a kitchen and family room area.

1984. Smartphone. Those two things did not go together.

Maybe it wasn’t 1984 afterall? But why the calendar?

“Birthday girl wants a cheese omelette and bacon,” he said. You quickly caught up and saw a woman with a big smile.

“No pink dress today, honey? That’s been the plan for weeks I thought,” she said, giving you a kiss before she went to the fridge. Double doors, stainless steel. You saw a 70” screen smart TV on the wall in the family room and excused yourself to the bathroom, finding a half bath by the front door. 

“Maybe it’s a djin,” you said to yourself. “Maybe it’s all in my head. Maybe we never even went and fought Chuck...or maybe I have finally lost it.”

You sighed and left the bathroom, walking past one of the front windows when you saw her.

Baby.

She was parked in the driveway across the street, a modern day SUV in the spot next to her along with a pickup truck. You opened the front door and stepped onto a front porch, hearing footsteps behind you.

“I know you’re excited but you will see Dean after breakfast okay?” said your dad.

“Dean?” you asked. “Winchester?”

“You best friends with some other Dean I don’t know about?” he teased as he shut the door. “Now go eat your breakfast, sweetie.”

You wolfed down your food, your parents taking their time, asking about how excited you were for your party that afternoon. The Winchesters were going to watch you so they could set up which was no bother to you. You needed to find the boys and talk to them fast.

“Alright, alright,” said your mom when you looked at the door again. “You would think you two could go more than twelve hours apart.”

“Those two are so getting married someday,” your dad said quietly as you slipped on a pair of velcro sneakers by the door. You opened it and started to head down the path to the driveway, hearing a tsk when you were halfway down. “Y/N. Hold up. What’s the rule about the road?”

“Uh, look both ways?” you asked as he caught up quickly.

“Yes,” he said. He grabbed your hand and you glanced up at him, seeing him smile as he looked up and down the street. “Okay. Now we can go. We gotta do that so you don’t get hurt, remember?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you said as you walked.

“It’s okay, kiddo,” he said, dropping your hand once you were in their driveway. You ran up it and to the front door, ringing the doorbell. You saw John answer, a much younger John than you were used to. He opened the door wide and you saw Dean behind him. You weren’t sure who moved first but you sprinted towards him and gave him a giant hug, Dean returning it.

“Hey,” you said quietly.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered and you instantly relaxed. That was your Dean. Your Dean was now apparently a five year old boy but that was your Dean. 

“You two are being more adorable than usual today, huh?” said John.

“She was very excited to see Dean,” said your dad with a shrug. “Thanks for watching her this morning.”

“It’s never a problem, Dan,” said John as Dean started to pull you upstairs with him. “Try to be quiet for Sammy, guys.”

“I know, dad,” said Dean. You jogged up the flight up steps with him and down a hall, running into a bedroom before he shut a door.

“Dean,” you said, getting pulled into another hug from him and a kiss on the lips.

“Sorry. That’s probably really weird given our current situation,” said Dean.

“I love you. Kisses aren’t weird,” you said, giving him one back, Dean and you holding onto one another for a moment. “What the fuck is going on?”

“From what Sammy and I have figured, the whole timeline has been screwed up. Do you remember anything about what happened with Chuck?” he asked.

“No. You?” he asked.

“Not really. I don’t think he’s alive anymore though,” he said.

“How do you know that?” you asked. The door to the room opened and you saw a toddler walk in, barely tall enough to shut it.

“Y/N. This is Sam. He’s two apparently,” said Dean.

“Sammy?” you asked.

“Yes but I have to share with Cas,” said Sam. “Otherwise I can’t talk or get around this good.”

“Hello,” said a deeper voice, your gaze going back to Dean.

“You see what I’ve been dealing with since last night?” he said.

“Cas, what is going on? Why are we little kids? Why the hell does my new dad have an iphone in freaking ‘84?” you asked.

“The timeline we knew was reset. Completely. That kind of power could have only come from a few sources. I take the fact we are all still alive as proof that Chuck is either dead or has been sealed away,” said Castiel. “As a result, some things have changed. Most things seem the same but technology now is as you all knew it. It seems that whoever sent us all back here attempted to do this for our benefit.”

“Jack would have done that for us,” you said, both of them nodding. “You think he sent us back in time?”

“We’re his family. It’s not crazy to think the kid sent us back to have a second chance. I mean, our mom is alive,” said Dean. “She should have died a year ago. I don’t exactly remember what went down but maybe in this new timeline, she never made a demon deal.”

“Guys,” said Jack, suddenly in the room and sitting down on Dean’s bed. “You could have just asked.”

“What is going on?” you asked as you walked over and gave him a hug.

“Amara, who I think is my great-grandma? She and I...after everything that went down with Chuck, I asked her if we could fix it,” said Jack.

“Fix what, Jack?” asked Sam.

“Everything. So we did. There’s still demons and angels and all that guys but monsters are gone. It’s not perfect here but it’s better off than what we had before,” said Jack.

“Why are we children?” asked Dean.

“He wants us to have childhoods,” you said, Jack smiling. “Jack…”

“You guys were my parents. You still always will be. But you all have trauma. I can’t take it away but you deserve to have normal lives,” he said.

“Okay. That’s great and all but can I least be potty trained?” asked Sam. “Or like, at least five?”

“I can do three,” said Jack. “That would make today your seventh birthday then, Y/N.”

“Yeah, by the way, today is totally not my birthday,” you said. Jack tilted his head and smiled. “What?”

“Yes it is. The year is wrong, I’ll give you that but today is definitely your birthday,” he said.

“Jackie,” you said, closing your eyes. “Today isn’t my birthday. I have no idea who those people-”

“Y/N. Those are your parents. Your real parents,” said Jack.

“My dad was never-”

“That guy wasn’t your dad,” said Jack. Your face fell and you stared at him. 

“Um, what?” said Dean. He took your hand and you looked around. “Her real dad was a piece of crap.”

“Her real dad is actually a really good guy. The parents you grew up with Y/N, in your old life, those weren’t your parents,” he said.

“Well what hap-” you said, the door creaking open. All of a sudden you felt a smidge taller, Dean and Sam growing a bit too, Jack missing. You spun around and saw Mary smiling as she brought in a tray.

“Hey you three. Who wants a snack?” she asked. You stared at her, Sam stepping on Dean’s foot.

“Sammy,” said Dean, pouting at his little brother. 

“Sammy, that’s not nice. You don’t hit your big brother,” said Mary.

“I didn’t!” said Sam, throwing his hands up.

“Is someone cranky?” asked Mary. She picked up Sam and he sighed, sticking his tongue out at Dean as she carried him away.

“I’m pretty sure that was his version of flipping you off,” you said.

“This may have a few benefits,” he smirked. You shrugged and sat on his bed, Dean taking a seat beside you, holding your hand still. “Okay. It’s gonna suck until we get older and can be together the way we want to but we’re both seven. Six more years and we can start making out and a few after that we can move onto other things and I’m gonna have the recovery time of a teenager which is gonna be awesome so…”

You sniffled and he pulled you into a hug, kissing your cheek.

“I know. I know it’ll be okay. But I’m gonna miss seeing you guys whenever I want and we’re always going to have to be lying and it turns out those people that raised me weren’t my real parents. They must have stolen me or what, I don’t know but those assholes are the whole reason I became a hunter, why I found you,” you said. Dean smiled and pushed a loose hair behind your ear.

“I’m right here. I will always be right here. We’re gonna live across the street from each other and-”

“What if my parents move? What if yours move?” you asked, sniffling again.

“Y/N. Sweetheart. You’re my soulmate. I will always find you,” he said.

“You’re so fucking corny,” you said, kissing him, laughing when it felt all kinds of funny and different. “I miss your scruff.”

“Tell me about it. You’re taller than me,” he said. “But like I was saying, you’re going to grow up with nice parents that love you and keep you safe, not one’s you’re afraid of.”

“We both get to start over. Sam too,” you said. “I wonder where Cas is though.”

“I did not agree to this,” said Cas, popping up from the other side of the bed. He was about Dean’s height, black hair and a plain t shirt on.

“Oh, he’s adorable!” you said.

“I am an angel of my asshole father,” said Cas, giving you a death glare.

“You are kinda cute,” said Dean with a laugh.

“I believe Jack has made me your older cousin who lives with you for some reason,” said Cas.

“Why do you get to be older?” scoffed Dean.

“I am millennia old, Dean. Do you think I enjoy being ten?” he asked.

“On the plus side, he’ll be able to buy beer for us someday,” you said. Cas rolled his eyes but you wiped off your face, Dean using his flannel shirt to get the rest. “I’m better now. I promise.”

“I doubt that,” said Dean. “Cas, are you still all angel powerful?”

“Yes. In fact, my powers seem to be fully restored,” he said.

“So if I ever asked you to sneak over Y/N for a sleepover,” said Dean with a smile.

“I can do that,” said Cas softly. “I’ll give you two some privacy.”

“Thanks, buddy,” said Dean. Cas exited for a moment, Sam arguing about nap time down the hall from the sounds of it. “He’ll get to be a normal kid.”

“So will you,” you said. “I swear I so much as see you as trying to cook dinner before you hit double digits, Winchester.”

“I know. So, birthday girl, is there anything I can get you for your big day?” he teased. 

“I got you. I’m all good, Dean.”

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[hoshigray]

Sit down for this one, alright? How bout a gigolo! Toji, who stumbles upon you? The reader's friends pay for his services to help ease your stress from work, and you begrudgingly have to accept the offer. And when you finally meet him, it's a night that you were not prepared for you, mentally and physically.

A/n: camgirl! reader this, prostitute! reader that; motherfuckers, if you don't slap your favs onto the field right tf now!!?? Gege himself said that Toji is a manwhore for money and women, so you know I'm running with this idea :/ Lol but fr tho, this was a prompt that has been itching me, plus I love making these scenario thingies!! I outta write them for the other JJK men when I have the time (or maybe y'all can send asks *shrugs*). All ik is that this hot dilf bastard would make a fine gigolo, I'd happily be broke ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Cw: gigolo! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - age difference (reader is at least in their mid/late-20s) - implied that reader isn't a virgin, but does try new things w/ Toji - Daddy kink - fingering (f! receiving) - breast fondling - prone bone + cowgirl/riding positions - scratching (m! receiving) - cervix fucking - pet names (baby, cutie, good girl, mama, princess, sweetheart, sweet thing) - praise - overstimulation - impact play; spanking (1x) - Toji lowkey simping for the cute, shy reader.

Wc: 2.2k

Gioglo! Toji...

...whose been in the field not as long as his hitman occupation, yet it's a side hustle he's good at. Like, extremely good at. His age and rough appearance wouldn't have you guess that he does this sort of thing; however, men and women sigh in heavenly familiarity just from the sheer mention of his name. When you venture deep into the streets, it's no surprise to the average goer that he is [if not one of] the best gigolo in the game. The younger male escorts find it hard to compete with him, but it's pointless going up against a man of his caliber.

...who enjoys the gigs even when going with it for all these years. Money was the only reason he turned to this hustle in the first place, so, surprisingly, he's continued with this for as long as he can. Especially now that he has two kids and is well past his younger prime, he still uses his body on clients who can't get enough of him. And the number of his customers has stayed steadily high (if not increasing by the day) throughout the years.

But who is he to call this lifestyle off? Easy cash all from some good sex? Toji has no complaints about this side hustle.

...who states he has no favorites among his clients. There are the faces he'll remember — his returning loyal customers — and then the faces only there for a quick fuck and never to be seen again. Not that Toji cares about such things at all. As far as he's concerned, he's only in it for the money. So, as long as the cash looks appealing, he doesn't care what he has to do or has to do it with. Besides, you should never mix your personal life with your profession, especially with a heavily explicit and raunchy one such as this. He lived by that motto all those years and will resume doing so. No matter how hard they plea with doe eyes for him to stay longer, he'll just give them what they want; his deep verdant eyes contrasting his raven hair, his titillating smirk on his scarred lips whispering dirty words to their ears, and his muscular body that put them under his spell in the sheets.

Toji swears he has no favorites. So he thought...

...who is a name you weren't familiar with until your friends came to you, and you expressed nothing but sheer horror after they explained. Apparently, as the most stressed and workaholic person in the group, they thought it'd be a good idea to pitch in and schedule you a night with the infamous Toji Fushiguro. You've practically begged them to reconsider, pull back from the deal, bargained, anything! Even so much as calling one of them ("Please, please, please just call this thing off!" "Sorry, Y/n. He already accepted the offer, so we can't get the money back. Plus, you're gonna be in good hands, I promise! I was with him once, and my body was never the same. I saw him the second time and, literally, my puss—" "OKAY, I GET IT, I'M HANGING UP, BYE!!").

Your objections were directed to deaf ears, so to say you were nervous the night of Toji's arrival was far from comprehension. Coming home from work was hard enough throughout the entire week, becoming difficult to stomach day by day when the fateful day came. Because you never had experience with an escort or playboy before — let alone one who's supposedly well-known to your friends and the streets! Blood running cold as you constantly look at the time, your foot thumping on the ground, and your fingers fidgeting as you wait for the stranger listed to take your virginity away. And with the sudden knock on your door, your heart almost lept out from your mouth. Oh, fucking Christ...

...who surveys your entire appearance after you open the door for him. And he takes his time drinking in your pretty figure, your smooth skin, the alluring scent of your floral lotion, and the cami romper that exhibits your shoulders and thighs to his liking. He notes you avert your gaze when his eyes find their way to yours, and he snickers. Already, he knows he'll have fun with this. "Hey, cutie," Toji says, his gruff tone rare to your ears. "Y'r name's Y/n, right? Heard about you from y'r friends, said they wanted me to treat you."

You gulp before replying. "Yes, that's me...Oh! Please come in, Mr. Fushigu—"

"Toji's enough, sweetheart." He corrects you before entering inside, taking his shoes off at the front and entering the living room. "Nice place ya got. Did'ja wanna do this here? Because I was told to take you out somewhere."

You open your mouth to answer, but you meekly retract yourself. Toji notices your quiet display, chewing on your bottom lip while playing with the tied straps of your romper on your shoulder. Damn, so fuckin' cute. He walks up to you and brings a hand to lightly seize your chin with his thumb and forefinger, and you almost want to scream at the older man examining you like some treasure. "Ya nervous?" You give a shy nod. "Aww, y're a cute lil' thing, huh?"

With hot cheeks, you avert your gaze away from him again. Your modesty amused the older man, "Relax, baby. I'm gonna take good care of you, ya hear? If y're feelin' any pain or somethin', be sure to tell me." He has you turn to him again, caressing your cheek with his warm forefinger. Your lips quiver with anxiousness when you give another nod to him. And with that silent confirmation, you've accepted what happens next.

...who enjoys breaking you down as the night goes on. He has you on your bed with your back against his chest, and he does what he can to warm your body up to him. His big hands grope your breasts and tweeze your erect nipples until one slithers down to your drenched panties and forces a finger between your slick-coated folds. Your whimpers seep past your pretty lips, gasps of air exiting your system when the man kisses your neck and sucks on your skin.

"Mmmm, so tight 'round my fingers, mama," his hoarse voice vibrates his chest. You melt while he nibbles on your ear. "Spread them legs wide fr' me." With quivering limbs, you try to do what you're told, and more wails exit your mouth as he pushes his digits to and fro from your leaky chasm.

And the moment he finally has his dick inside you? Oh, Toji relishes the sensation of you around him. Fucking so deep in the prone bone position, he hammers his pelvis to your ass, and his balls smack onto your vulva coated in slick and come. Your moans fuel him to go harder and faster; the sight of you griping the sheets beneath and your ass jolting with every thrust turns him on too much.

"Haaah—Ahhhh!! Toji, oh God," it was your first time ever in this position, and it's so intense and electrifying with how harsh the older man propels himself to you. His cock scraping your most sensitive walls, you had given up concealing your screams long ago. "It's too much for—Mmmph!! 'S too muuuch..."

"Feelin' good there, princess?"

"Nmmph!! Y-Yess," drool starts to pool on the pillow you're resting on, but you're too occupied to feel ashamed of this lewd image you're exhibiting. "Feels so good, so goo—Ohhoooo!!" Your brows trench with eyes sewn shut, and your climax begins to climb quickly. With a choked cry, you come on Toji's dick for the second time that night, tears wetting the pillowcase while your cunt flutters on him as you release.

Regardless, Toji still ruts into you even when you're under a blissful haze, not until he's done with you. "Good girl, cummin' on my dick like that — Nmmph!!" He pulls out of you, spilling his load onto you, covering your asscheeks and lower back.

...who was surprised to see you again after a week, scheduling him with you on another weekend. Not like he had any objections to it, absolutely not. Because when he sees you give him a bashful smile and wave, he can't help but smirk and walk in your direction. "Well, hey, sweet thing." He'd greet and kiss your cheek before wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Liked how I took care of you last time?"

You'd pull your stare to the ground yet give him a curt nod, the older man only finding your interaction adorable. "Uh-huh..." And Toji wastes no time wrapping an arm around your waist and walking with you to the nearest hotel.

And he's even more perplexed to see you two weekends after that...and the other two after that...Gradually, you've become a frequent client of his. That fact alone is enough to have him drop what he's about to do to have availability for you.

...who'd start to find himself slowly attracted to you the more you see him. It wasn't about the money when it came to you. In fact, no one knows you pay him significantly lower than the others. Can you blame him, though? When a doll like you always offers him to stay the night at your play after sex or treat him to meals sometimes, it's hard for the man to not feel some type of way about you. The two of you are aware that this relationship is founded on sex for the sake of your stress relief. Yet as the days go on, it's difficult for Toji to not fall in love and be enamored with your charming and sweet self.

Nevertheless, he'd be lying if he said the sex wasn't good between you two. Because it's quite the opposite, especially as Toji observes how sexually free you become with his visits. Whether it be you scratching on his back while he drills his dick into you, marking his tanned skin of your nails ("Oh, my God! I'm so sorry about that!" You'd apologize profusely, but he'd counter with a chuckle. "It's fine, cutie. It's not the first time I got scratched up by a kitten."). Or whether you'd allow him to convince you to try other positions — like his favorite, the full nelson.

Or, in times like this, when you'd have more confidence than before and ask if you'd ride him. And with a grin, Toji lies back and watches you bounce on his cock. An erotic image that he'd love to keep in his memory for as long as he can.

"Ohhh...Hmmm—Ahhnnn!!" Your cries as you straddle him in a desperate tempo, taking in his girth inch by inch, are music to his ears. The view of your beautiful, sweaty, hot body hopping on his dick is recorded with lustful forest-green eyes. "Ahhhh!! Feels so good, Toji, so—Ahhhh!!!"

"Not so fast there, sweetheart." Toji smacks your bare ass, prompting you to come down and lay your head on his shoulder. You look to see his eyes peer down to your teary ones."What's my name again?"

"Hmmm, sorry, Daddy," you correct yourself, your cunt twitching on his length when the title slips out. "Pleaseeee, forgive me—Eeeiiii!! Oh, Jesus..."

Toji grabs your butt with his hands, propelling them downward to match the jerk of his hips, and the tip of his length makes contact with your cervix. Choked sobs strain out from your throat as he kisses your temple. "Good girl, that's my fuckin' girl..."

Oh, fucking shit! It's coming. It's coming! "Daddy, please, I'm about to cum...Ohhhh, gonna cum—Mmmph!!" The older man silences you with his lips on yours, and you follow suit by wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the passionate kiss. The motion of your hips goes erratic with his, your orgasm coming up for the both of you with the increased speed. It's there you two succumb to climaxing, the walls of your slit clasping around his cock while he pumps the last of his essence into you. Groans and whimpers are exchanged between clingy mouths.

A wave of calm soon calms the air and your sweaty frames stick together. He resumes kissing you until your sensitive body has had enough, removing your lips from his teasing teeth. "Thank you, Toji. Thank you..."

Even out of breath, his scarred lip uproots to a smirk. "Y're so fuckin' cute, ya know that, mama?"

...who understands he's breaking his own rule when it's just you. It's never good mixing business with personal life. He was in it for the money from the start, and that mentality has done him well throughout the years. Do whatever the clients ask, take the money, and move on. Can't attach yourself to them. Now, he's found himself going against his motto; enjoying his time with you more than any of the others he's been with, looking forward to seeing you again to enjoy having you to himself. Whenever you aren't around him, it's evident that you will cloud his mind until you text or call.

But as he's stated before: as long as their cash in front of him and both parties get what they want, there's no need to have favorites...However, as long it's just you, he'll always be willing to make an exception.

[issdisgrace]

SOMETHING IN HIS EYES

WARNINGS: Trans Wesker, Wesker is baby, fingering, cockwarming, some other shit.

A/N: I was horny as shit for Wesker when I wrote this, so it isn't the best, but it isn't the worst.

Albert Wesker was an unsolved puzzle that I wanted to solve. He was mysterious, cold, calm, and collected, but there’s something in his eyes that he often hid behind his sunglasses. His eyes silently screamed out for someone to take the weight off of him. And today it seemed like it was taking a toll on Wesker. He had failed his mission and 2 of his men died. Any minute now, he would be in here asking for my forgiveness. Something that he seemingly only did for me. What was different about me? Was it that I was older than him, that I was taller than him, that I was more powerful and influential than him? As I ponder to myself, there’s the knock on the door I was expecting.

“Come on Wesker.” I call out. The door open revealing the blonde man. His head down as he enters my office, closing the door behind him. 

“Have a seat.” I say, gesturing to the chair in front of me. He nods, taking a seat. He sits down and takes his sunglasses off, still looking down. 

“I’m disappointed in your failure today, Wesker. You are my best captain. I expect better from you. You let 2 men die today. Very unlike you. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry that I failed you today, sir.” I say nothing as I get up from the seat. Walking over to the other side of the desk, I stand in front of Wesker. I gently force him to look up at me. His eyes filled with a silent plea.

“You are deeply burdened by something, Albert Wesker. I can help.” I say, caressing his face. He looks away from me. 

“I’m afraid no one can help me, sir.”

“Let me try. I don’t need my favorite best preforming Caption on something that isn’t other than his a game.”

“Alright.” He says looking back up at me. I smile down at him.

“Strip for me, sweetheart.”

“What?”

“Trust me, just strip.” Pulling away, I go and sit back into my chair. I watch as Albert slowly strips, folding his clothes into a neat pile on the chair. He stops when he’s just in boxers.

“Boxers too.” He nods and slips them, putting them into the neat pile.

“Come here.” I say patting lap. He shyly nods, coming to sit on my lap. Sitting in my lap, I hold him firmly on his hips, looking into his eyes. 

“You are a troubled man. I can see at least that much in your eyes. But I can also see the look of yearning in your eyes. One that I’m familiar with. One that tells me you need to desperately be taken care of. And for the weight to be lifted off your shoulders. Don’t worry Wesker, I’ll take care of you. I’ll lift the weight off your shoulders. I promise. You’re are in safe hands.” I can see his cold façade start to slip at my words. He slowly comes undone. Revealing a little boy that was hidden behind the cold demeanor. I test to see if he’s really slipped into the place I think he has. 

“Albert, baby, what’s my name?”

“Daddy?” He says in a small voice. I smile and praise him,

“Good boy.” He whines and wiggles around on my lap at the praise. I let out a chuckle at his demeanor. 

“You want daddy’s cock.” He shyly nods. I reach down and grab his ass, pulling him towards me. 

“Where do you want daddy’s cock?”

“My pussy.”

“You sure, baby. Daddy doesn’t want to make you feel dysphoric.”

“Please daddy. I want to be filled.” He whines. Such a needy baby. I reach down and play with his clit. He rugs himself against my hand, wanting more. 

“Stop baby.” He does so and I slip my hand down farther, teasing his entrance. He whines as a slowly pushes two fingers into his pussy. He’s already stretched open nicely. I wonder if the rumors of him getting fucked by his men are true. I really care to know. I curl my fingers trying to find his g spot. He lets out a little gasp when I do so. Smiling wickedly, I abuse his poor g spot with my fingers. His moans become louder, but I don’t care. He makes such pretty

noises. I work him up to his orgasm but for ripping it away from him. I pull my fingers out of him and bring them up to my mouth, licking his juices off of me. He tastes sweet, very sweet.

“Why’d you do that Daddy? I was sooo close?” He whines.

“Your not allowed to cum today. You failed your mission.” He whines again in protest this time.

“You should’ve thought about that beforehand but I’ll let you sit on daddy’s cock as I finish my paperwork for today.” 

“Ok, daddy I can do that.” 

“Good boy, now get daddy’s cock out.” Wesker reaches down and fumbles with my belt for a minute before getting it off. He pulls down the fly of my pants and gets my dick out. Pre cum already leaking from the tip. Wesker looks at my dick, then up at my face.

“I don’t think it’s going to fit.”

“We’ll make it fit, baby.” He nods and shuffles on my lap, lining himself up with me before slowly sinking down on me. He lets out breathy moans and whines about how big it is that makes me chuckle. Once half down, I guide him the rest of the way down myself. I can just barely see the outline of my dick in my stomach. Albert whines and moved around oh my lap, trying to get friction. 

“Stop baby. If you're a good cock sleeve for the rest of the day, I’ll fuck you, ok.” He nods and wraps his arms around my shoulder, putting his head in the crook of my neck. I pull myself into my desk and continue the paperwork I was working on prior. My work draws me and I pay no mind to the shifting whinny boy on my lap. Occasionally giving him a smack on the ass when he tries to slide up and down my cock. After an hour, his movements serve and he stops trying to fight his punishment. My sweet baby tired himself out. I think to myself as I give him a kiss on the temple before being consumed by work again.

[hlficlibrary]

hii! your account is amazing and thanks for all the recs, i really enjoy them :)) , just wanted to ask if you can suggest any fics similar to "I Think I'm Addicted To Your Light" by supernope, plotline wise (not necessarily any specific tags or such) ?? just good smut, pining, and all the cute stuff :) thanks so much! <33 xx

Hi, anon! Thank you so much! And I'm so glad you enjoy all the recs! So here are some that I think fit what you're looking for!

Baby, It's You by Bearandleonardwrite

"Oh, yeah. Um..” Harry lets his hands fall to his sides. His brows furrow, face full of concern, and he asks, “You’re not, like, stalking me, are you?”

Louis can’t help the loud cackle that escapes his lips and immediately slaps one of his hands over his mouth to muffle the sound. “Oh my god, Harry, no!” Louis tells him, a little breathlessly, giggles still bubbling out of his chest. “Lottie’s one of the makeup artists here today and she somehow got me to agree to come. I had no idea you modeled for, uh.. this brand until I saw you walk.”

“Oh,” Harry says dumbly, eyebrows still pinched. He lets what Louis just said sink in before a bright grin takes over his face and he goes back to doing up the buttons on his shirt. “Well, that’s alright, then. I’m glad you could make it.

(Basically, Louis' a footie player for Man U and Harry's a YSL model. They meet at a masquerade.)

And I spend my time trying not to feel it (but what would you do if I went to touch you now) by refusethyname / @refusethyname28

It was now Niall’s turn to spin the bottle and after a swift spin, it landed on Harry. That familiar glimmer Louis had seen in Niall’s eyes before this evening made its appearance once more and Louis knew he was fucked. He wasn’t sure what Niall was planning, but it sure as hell was going to involve him as well as Harry.

“Oh Harry,” Niall grinned, clearly amused, “your challenge tonight is that you have to call your right-hand player ‘daddy’ for the rest of the evening.”

Everyone’s eyes shifted from Harry to Louis and it was then that Louis realised that he was Harry’s right-hand player.

Or the NYE fic that involves a lot of pining, a drinking game and a daddy kink.

– Alternative title: head empty, just vibes (and smut)

promise not to fade away by you_explode / @nobodymoves

"Louis doesn’t take his eyes off Harry for the rest of his set. He doesn’t even drink his pint. He just watches, and listens, and is completely enraptured by this boy with his curls and his velvet voice. Harry plays a mixture of originals and covers (songs Louis loves, by the way, so he’s got great taste as well), and in between songs he’s cheeky and charming, and Louis is desperate to know him."

Louis is an A&R rep, and Harry is a singer/songwriter. They meet on New Years Eve.

[lovekz]

baby mama (5)

syn -> taiju has a baby mother, and he just can't get over her. it seems like she can't get over him either.

warnings : mentions of cheating, alcohol mention, reader is a bitch

note : shit boutta get crazy

~

by time taiju and anastasia made it back, shuji was long gone with a gift delivery.

not for you, but for anastasia.

the stupid souviners he lets her pick out along with something else he believes she'd like.

he claimed he forgot to grab it after your call, immediately rushing over to come comfort you.

you were snapped out of your thoughts when anastasia beamed in front of you.

"daddy got me a cute barbie with the dollhouse mommy!" anastasia giggled, showing you the doll.

she was brownskin, more than likely teresa or nicki.

you smiled at her, cupping her cheek. "that's good. go ahead upstairs." you said.

anastasia (suprisingly) listened immediately and skipped her way upstairs, leaving you alone with taiju.

he had just finished pulling in the dollhouse.

"looks cool." you said, nodding your head over to the dollhouse with a light smile.

he nodded, standing up to his full height and stretching.

you laughed at the sight, almost forgetting about what shuji had infromed you.

your baby daddy had a woman waiting at home for him, while he smiled up in your face.

you quickly shook that out of your thoughts, handing him a cold water bottle.

he took it gratefully and took a sip, sighing while he slid onto the couch next to you.

"gonna head home after i put it together." taiju said, looking over at you with a hum.

you nodded, shifting in your position. "your woman calling?" you questioned, taking a sip out of your own water bottle.

taiju immediately looked at you confused.

before he could open his mouth to say anything, you shrugged him off and shot him a smile.

so he let it go.

"i wanna invite you and ana to a barbecue." taiju said, sitting up in the seat.

he was on his toes now.

"your 5th anniversary, right? we'll be there. shu too." you shot back, giving him a warm smile.

you were panifully aware that taiju wasn't as fond of shuji as much as he made it out to be.

possibly because he over spoils anastasia, and definitely spray painted the side of taiju's house when he left you.

but he approved nonetheless.

not like he had a choice. shuji would come regardless, invite or not.

~

“we’re gonna be late!” shuji yelled from downstairs, crossing his arms.

you groan, grabbing up your purse and shuffling downstairs the stairs in annoyance.

shuji had anastasia in his lap, keeping her busy with some game he had on his phone.

he whistled at you and lifted the girl off his lap, meeting you half way.

“do a spin.” shuji immediately said, gesturing with his hand.

you flush a bit and smile. “what happened to being late?” you question immediately.

shuji kisses his teeth and crosses his arms, obviously waiting.

you roll your eyes and do a little spin to show him your outfit, making him smile.

“yes girl. make him regret that divorce.” shuji hyped you up, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

you giggled lightly, watching as he made anastasia do a spin as well.

"alright lets go. grab my slippers." you said, grabbing your keys and stepping out of the house.

anastasia skipped out after you, hopping into her carseat with a caprisun in hand.

shuji climbed into the driver's seat, handing you your slippers.

"what do you need these for?" shuji questioned.

you waited until you were finished taking pictures of you and anastasia, before looking at shuji with a small smile.

"in case a bitch tries me and i break my heels. again." you informed, looking down at your new prada heels.

shuji rolled his eyes, starting the car and pulling off.

anastasia was too busy paying attention to her ipad to pay any attention to your conversation.

~

when you arrived, you were able to grab a spot in the driveway next to hakkai's car.

that meant no one was really there yet, or taiju has the drive way reserved.

and you were the only one missing.

you noticed a few familiar cars.

the famous designer, mitsuya takashi. also ana's uncle.

hakkai and yuzuha probably rode together, since her car is definitely missing.

your mechanic, draken.

and a few other famous people.

"big ass driveway." shuji complained, opening the door for you and anastasia to get out.

immediately, anastasia grabbed your hand and looked up at you with a pout.

you knew crowds weren't her thing, so you were praying there were some other kids here.

shuji guided you two into the house, music growing louder as you began to reach the back.

the spacious backyard was filled with people you knew, and some you barely recognize.

one thing did catch your eye though.

a woman hanging onto taiju while he stood by the grill with a seagrams in hand.

they were both smiling, engaged in a deep conversation.

before you could turn around and fix your attention on someone else, anastasia does what she knows best.

"daddy!" anastasia called out, dashing over to taiju.

taiju immediately snapped his head over to her, and moved away from the grill swiftly to catch her mid run.

"there my princess is!" taiju cooed, spinning her in the air.

you felt shuji press his hand into your lower back, ushering you to go while he stared into the woman's eyes.

you listen, walking over with a small smile at anastasia. not that lying 6'5 piece of shit.

taiju let her down and looked at you, smiling a bit. "you look good." taiju complimented.

"tell me something i don't know." you chuckled, letting him pull you into a hug.

before he pulled away, you pull him down lower by the back of his neck.

"better keep that bitch 6 feet away from my daughter. covid." you spat, before pressing a fat kiss on his cheek.

taiju rolled his eyes playfully, before nodding.

he didn't make a move to wipe the gloss stain off of his cheek as he let you stand on your own two feet.

you really didn't have to remind a bitch about herself tonight, you just wanted to look good and have fun tonight.

speak of the devil..

the woman walked up to you with a bright smile, tucking a hair behind her ear.

"you must be his baby mother. i'm his girlfriend, layna." she smiled, holding her hand out.

you looked at her hands, and back at her face.

you felt taiju's eyes on you, a frown adorning his face. 'behave' he mouthed to you.

they were both greeted with an eyeroll. "then you must know my name." you replied.

who did he think he was bossing you around?

taiju groaned quietly and pinched his nose, watching as you walked away from him and to the bar.

shuji was already at the bar, talking with manjiro sano. a pretty famous racer.

you took a seat next to him and looked at who was beside you, grinning almost immediately.

"well if it isn't my daughter's uncle." you said teasingly.

mitsuya whipped around, eyes wide. you shot him a smile back.

"oh yea. tonight is about to be fun!" mitsuya exclaimed, seeming to already had a few drinks.

everyone cheered, making you laugh.

oh yeah, it would be fun alright.

tagss ~ @galactict3a , @satanlovesusall666 , @shaicutieee , @pickle-blog , @carrobrumbrum , @animelove4l , @weirdnewbie , @etaerealboy @imurmom00 @kenqki

[postwarlevi]

Happy Halloween II

Content: 1.9k words of the return of dad Levi as the Ackerman family go to a Halloween party with friends.

Warning: One suggestive comment near the end. Only read through once!

Read part one (not required) here's part three

"But, where's my little princess?" Levi frowns.

"Daddy! I'm a cat!" Levis now seven year old daughter, dressed all in black with fake whiskers, jumps at him with false claws.

He feigns fear for her sake, making her laugh.

"Well, alright I guess." It's what she wants. But up until last year she was always a princess and it hurts his heart a little.

"Are you ready?!" She asks wildly, as if she's already had too much candy.

"Just waiting on your mother." He says, stepping out of her way, heading towards your bedroom.

"Love?" He calls out and you hum his name.

He half smiles at seeing you standing in front of the mirror, dressed as a witch, fixing your hat.

You catch his eye in the mirror and whirl around.

"Spooky. Gonna put a spell on me, Mrs Ackerman?" He jokes and moves towards you, arm going around your waist to hold you.

"Would it get you to put these on?" You pull out devil horns and grin at him, hoping.

You and some other friends are taking your kids to an indoor Halloween party at their school. Parents are encouraged to dress up as well, but so far Levi isn't having it.

Levi sighs and shakes his head. "Come on! Please?" You continue before he can say anything.

"We'll take such cute family photos. Just put these on, wear a red shirt, anything!" You won't push your luck with a pitchfork and tail.

"We already are a cute family." He reminds you, taking the horns and pulling out the red shirt from his drawer that you just so happened to come across last week and thought you should get him.

Yes, you have him under a spell, you and your daughter, and he never wants to wake up.

"Yay!" Your daughter claps as she sees daddy is in fact participating, ever so slightly.

You gather some baked goods you made to bring and Levi gets the bag of candy to contribute to the cauldron, and the three of you get in the car to head to the school.

"Are you excited?" You ask the seven year old.

"Yes! Do you think uncle Jean will be there?" She asks of one of her favorite adults.

"Sure, he, Connie and Sasha said they'd be there." You smile when her face lights up at this news.

The trio might not have any kids between them, but they're always helping out at the school with the kids.

"Don't eat too many sweets, kitty." Levi tries to set some boundaries since there will be candy at home from Trick or Treating tomorrow.

"Yeah, right." She rolls her eyes, as if this is an option.

You snort at her reaction and Levi raises an eyebrow.

"When did you get so sarcastic?" He wants to know. He's pretty sure it started sometime this year.

You park the car and head inside the school gym where there's lots of people already.

There's ghosts and princesses and superheros running around. Most of the parents are dressed up too. There's games and contests and music. Something for everyone.

"Ackermans!" Connie, dressed as a theater usher, is helping at the front door and takes the tray from you to put with the rest of the things.

"Hey Levi, where's your pitchfork?" Connie nudges him.

"Don't push it." He says, going to dump the candy into the already overflowing cauldron.

"Hi!" Sasha, in a pizza slice outfit, waves happily at seeing you all. She's passing out the candy and making sure there's no arguing about who gets what.

"Oh, so scary!" She says at seeing one of her favorite little human beings, running at Sasha full speed.

"Be careful!" You shout, barely heard above all the noise. But all is well as Sasha catches her and stays upright, costume and all.

Connies leaves his post for a moment to come admire the black cat outfit as well.

In no time at all three pieces of candy and two baked goods (one for you) are gone, with more treats coming.

"Where's my favorite kid?"

She squeals at the familiar voice who playfully pulls her tail and turns to see Jean, dressed as a caveman.

"Uncle Jean!" She latches on to his leg, making everyone laugh.

"How come he's the favorite?" Connie asks, but it's all in fun.

"Gonna enter in the costume contest? I'm hosting. There's one for adults too." He looks to you in your full witch outfit.

"Yeah! Let's go sign up." You take your daughters hand and with Jean head over to enter your names, knowing full well to leave Levi outta this one.

Connie and Sasha go back to their posts and Levi looks around the room.

He sees Armin and Annie helping host games like ring toss and mini golf, Mikasa helping with crafting spooky characters out of toilet paper rolls, and Eren and Historia leading a scavenger hunt, among many other things.

"Levi! Where's the ladies?" Erwin has come in with his family, making sure to stop and see Levi. "She got you in horns at least, I see." He chuckles as Levi rolls his eyes.

"No doubt a suggestion from you." Levi has no proof, but it's something Erwin would assist with.

He has a matching superhero outfit with his wife and son, who has run right over to mini golf.

The men talk and somehow get roped into helping with musical chairs hosted by Hange, who Levi hadn't even recognized in full makeup.

It seems like it takes forever to get down to one chair but finally someone wins and Levi makes a break for it.

"There you are!" Finally you spot him, you've been looking for a while now.

"Hey. Um, I was helping with games." He points to the section with the chairs.

"Awe, that's so sweet." You reward him with a kiss.

You know events like this can be out of his comfort zone. But he tries for you both.

"Where's our kitten?" Levi notices she's not with you.

"Oh, she met Miche and his son and are playing games. You should see their matching outfits, it's adorable!" You gush over the lumberjack costumes.

Levi pouts a little, because he really could've dressed up more which would have made you happy.

"Don't worry. I adore you as is." You sense it and lean in to kiss him again.

A few more games and snacks and helping out and it's time for the contests. Miche and his son win the matching costumes, and your daughter is voted cutest animal.

"Mommy I won!" She comes up holding the play gold medal to show you.

"So cool!" You jump up and down with her.

"Alright, the individual adults now!" Jean announces from the stage.

Third time is not the charm and you lose out to Erwins wife. A perfectly acceptable alternative that leaves your daughter sad.

"It's alright sweetie. Look, mamas not sad." Levi holds her as you come over.

"What's wrong?" You ask with concern.

"She, she won but…you're pretty too!" She sobs and reaches for you.

"Oh." You chuckle some. "It's alright, really. No reason to be sad!"

Erwins wife see the commotion and comes over to comment on the crying girls and your outfit.

"It should've been a tie! Your mommy is beautiful!" The woman your daughter calls auntie says, helping dry tears.

She's only seven and still has things to figure out. But Levi also wonders if she's tired because it's getting late.

"Let's go play bean bag toss!" Erwins son is there and takes your daughters hand and helps get her back into the action.

If she was tired, that is all gone now as she goes from game to game, especially with Sasha running around with more candy.

"She's a sweet girl who loves her mommy and daddy." Erwin smiles, chalking it all up to the same reasons as Levi.

It is in fact getting later and slowly people say goodbye and others help clean up.

A few games are still being hosted a few more rounds for stragglers, and left over baked goods are being passed out to take home.

"Levi, have you seen the kids?" You had an eye on them just a moment ago and with less people, should spot them easily.

Before any of you jump to conclusions Connie points. "They're in the haystack." He's still helping clean up.

You, Levi and the Smiths wander over and come to a stop, smiling. Well, everyone but Levi.

It seems like the fun was too much and even with the noise your daughter and Erwins son are sleeping soundly together in the pile of hay.

"I don't like this." Levi scowls at the boy holding his daughter, making the rest of you chuckle.

"One day in about twenty years we're going to be in-laws." Erwin smiles happily, going to get his child off the hay.

"Not happening." If looks could kill Levi would have nothing to worry about.

You pinch his side. "Stop that." You push him forward to help Erwin and they get the kids untangled.

"Thanks for a fun night!" You make sure to tell Jean and the other young adults.

As you walk to the car, you're one of the last bunch to leave that isn't still cleaning.

"What do father in-laws call each other?" Erwin continues to dig into the situation.

"Shut up."

"Levi!" You hiss, while Erwins wife tells him to cut it out.

"Daddy don't say that." Your daughter wakes slightly from sleep.

"Sorry, kitten." He says.

You all separate and the kids wave to each other from the cars.

"Did you have fun?" You ask now that she's awake.

"Yes. Sorry for what I did." She's embarrassed about her outburst over the costume contest.

"That's okay. Really. I'm happy to know you're always rooting for me. But it's okay if I don't win." You make sure she knows.

As you file into the house with all the goodies, Levi groans.

"You still going Trick or Treating?" He asks but already knows the answer.

Once you get your daughter to bed you work on getting out of your outfit.

"You still have a spell on me, Mrs Ackerman." Levi stands watching in your room as you're almost undressed.

You look at him over your shoulder with a smile.

"The prettiest witch." He gives a sly half smile.

"Why Mr Ackerman, are you finally enjoying your devils horns?" You ask with a wink and giggle.

Before you can get any further, you hear stirring and your daughter is back awake.

Levi signs and you shrug. Well, that's what it's like with kids.

He goes to see what's up while you put your sleepwear on.

"Daddy. I couldn't sleep." She comes over to him.

"Well, princess, it's late. What's going on? Did we not tuck you in right?" He asks.

She shakes her head and pulls him so he's on her level. "No, I had to tell you. No matter what, I'm always your princess."

She hugs him tightly and Levis heart is full as he hugs her back. You watch from the doorway, feeling so very joyful.

They motion for you and you come join the hug pile. "Thank you." Levi finally says, kissing both of you.

You both have given him everything he's ever wanted. And he'll happily wear whatever costume you pick out for him next year.

[thatseventiesbitch]

I love your stories so much. I know it’s not on your prompts list but i had a idea for a story after i was watching T7S.

Eric and Donna catch Leia smoking similar to how Red caught Eric.

Thank so much, anon! I'll give it a shot. Prompt Ask Game

June, 1996

"Alright," Eric said to his wife. They stood in the Forman living room, luggage at their feet, having finished up their half an hour long 'midwestern goodbye' with his parents and Fez. "We better get going. The airport's forty minutes away."

Donna nodded. She straightened the strap on her messenger bag. "I'm ready when you are." She gave him a knowing look.

Eric sighed. "I guess it's time to say goodbye to Leia." He glanced around the room, frowning. "Hey. Where is she?"

Fez wiggled his finger in the direction of the basement. "I saw them all slide that way about twenty minutes ago."

"Unbelievable," Eric rolled his eyes, annoyed. "We're going away to Europe for the entire summer, and she can't even say goodbye?" He looked at Donna for confirmation of his annoyance, but she just set a hand on his arm and started guiding him towards the basement steps. "Can you believe that kid?"

"Eric, it's fine - "

"You always say that - "

But they were both taken by surprise when they reached the landing of the steps.

Leia and her new friends sat in a familiar configuration around the old spool coffee table. Too familiar.

A smoky haze lay over the room, and the smell was undeniable. Unmistakeable. It hit Eric's nose the second he reached the bottom step.

"WHAT are you doing?!" he exploded, his hands flying outwards in distress.

Leia's mouth fell open in shock, and she dropped whatever she was holding. One of her friends reached over and smothered the spark, while another one dumbly laughed, "Busted."

"Okay, Ms. 'Cool, Laid Back Parent'," Eric whipped around to glare at Donna. He gestured to their daughter. "How about this, hmm? Is this 'fine'?"

"No," Donna shook her head. She stepped forward, even with Eric, and crossed her arms. "Leia, what are you doing?" Her voice had dropped to a disappointed tone. "You're fifteen."

But Leia was ready and on the offensive, now. "Whatever, Mom. This was your stash. Dad's. We found it in the Candyland box," she jutted her chin towards the evidence, which was still open on the coffee table.

Eric and Donna shared an uneasy glance.

"That's impossible," Eric started to chuckle nervously. "I - clearly, I was framed. I mean, your aunt Laurie - "

"Eric - " Donna cut him off. "We're not gonna lie to her."

"Why not?" He lowered his voice to a hiss.

"Because we don't want her to lie to us," Donna raised an eyebrow. She glanced back and forth between her husband and daughter. "Right?"

Eric sighed. His shoulders slumped, like he knew he was defeated.

Donna crossed over to where Leia sat. She braced her hands against her shoulders and said, lovingly but firmly, "Leia, your dad and I don't want you to make adult choices before you're ready."

Leia opened her mouth to protest, but Donna continued.

"We want you to make better choices than we did, okay? Because we know what the consequences can be, and you don't. You're still just a kid." She sensed that she was getting through to the often-moody, unreachable teenager, and she grinned at her. "I mean - c'mon." Donna gestured between herself and Eric. "Look at us. Do you really want to end up like us?"

"The horror," her little Asian friend shuddered. Eric glared at him.

"I'm sorry, Mom," Leia said, her big hazel eyes full of remorse now. She glanced around Donna at Eric, who was still visibly mad. Leia widened her eyes at him, and adjusted her expression into an innocent pout. "Daddy." Eric didn't say anything, but his tense posture started to relax. Leia frowned. "Are you still gonna let me stay here for the summer?"

Donna chuckled, and patted her hands. "You kinda lucked out there, kiddo. Cause my book tour starts in," she glanced at her wristwatch. "Eight hours." She reached down to hug her daughter, and then turned back towards the stairs. "We have to go. But we trust you to make the right choices, okay?"

But Eric stood glued to the spot.

"No we don't!" he insisted, flummoxed. Donna and Leia both sighed.

"I'm gonna go tell Red to install a smoke detector right now," Donna said, her foot on the bottom step.

"That's a start," Eric exhaled. He glanced at Leia's friends wearily. "And I want a muzzle on the Kelso."

"Have a fun summer, honey," Donna winked, and met her daughter's eyes over the railing.

"Donna!"

[coffee-in-veins]

Give me some ThanZag - misc_Than wings please

hullo hullo, thanks for the ask!

it's so sweet of you to ask something about Hades! <3 then again, i think you've seen everything DD i have already, so... xD

this is the part of one of the future chapters for Chained butterfly which is currently on hiatus due to RRR. in the fic, Than (and any other Incarnation, really) is an eldritch primordal monstrocity and only looks like the hot boy we see in game because they have an outer "shell" which looks like it, to make it easier to deal with Gods.

the premise of the arc was, Than got really injured as he was helping Zag, it all became obvious that he was going behind Hades' back, and everyone got punished. Zag tried his best to stay in the House when he healed, but you know Zag, he has an antsy ass, so he tried to calm Than down and have a run out of the House again.

he fought through the first location with ease, but before the first boss room, he meets a surprised Charon who offers him a suspiciously free advice of not going forward. Zag laughs it off, thinking it's a joke, rushes in and sees the boss room empty. in a moment, he hears a familiar toll, and Than appears, while diligently looking down at his feet. and i had the following dialogue written down:

"Than? What, you got too worried about me? Or have I activated Mort accidentally? Sorry, if I did, there are no enemies here, and I dunno where Meg is"

"There are. She's working"

"Working? Isn't her work to stop me? She must be late, for the first time. I kind of feel insulted"

"She isn't. She has a replacement"

"What do you mean a repla-- No. No. No! No, he wouldn't!"

"Lord was livid for me messing up like I did, and doesn't take kindly to slackers in the House"

"Slackers? You're still injured and didn't have rest for what, past hundred, thousand years? More, even?"

"It matters not when you fail to meet his expectations"

"That sounds like Father alright. How did he even-- Why Nyx wouldn't say anything?"

"Don't talk ill of her. Looking over Thartarus was as soft as Pact of Punishment she could get me"

"Why would you sign something like that?"

"Some of us don't have the luxury to choose whether they sign those or not, Zagreus"

"So... so what now? You're actually going to kill me? Because if so, you're taking your sweet time!"

"Death is inescapable, it can wait. And Mother was most unpleased with my past actions, so as additional condition of my Pact I am forbidden to attack first"

"Oh. I... I need to thank her later"

"You sure do"

"Well I won't attack you!"

"You fought with Meg"

"It's... different. I knew she'd get out of the Pool just fine, and with you I... Can you even...?"

"You can find out"

"Have no intention to, you know!"

"The choice is yours"

"You honestly think I would do something like that? Thanks for vote of confidence in me!"

"You're very welcome. And I never said you would"

"Okay... okay this... this I don't.... ugh! Well. I don't know, I... you say the fight won't start unless I attack you?"

"I'm bound to my contract. And I wouldn't even if I had to, for as long as I could stall myself"

"I.... Thanks, Than. So. Huh. So all we have is time here?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, only one of us could leave, and I have to intention to kill you to get out, neither do you, apparently. So all we have now is time. A rare commodity between us, I must admit. Um... I was... how's... how are your wings, Than?"

and it becomes their routine, for a time. i dunno how it could happen, but i wanted Zag to be returned to the House of Hades at least a couple of times my thoughts were either - Styx could've flooded those chambers after some time since the Underground moves around constantly - add dick moves to daddy dearest and add summons to Than's fight after some point in time later (like it's with Meg and Alecto), so Zag either allow himself be killed by wretches, or start the fight proper, but then Than is no longer bound by "you no move first" rule and just... KOs him in one soft touch, probably, so that it won't be "violent death" and Keres won't have any saying in this (yeah, those still exist) so Zag is back in the House, Than is still recovering and has it worse in the House (because of added chaines), and Zag runs off, fighting to the Thartarus boss.... so they could sit and talk, and just spend time together

but of course it wasn't that sweet and easy and had a drama twist in there :D