#grateful to have the space and time i have to do what i do with it and myself

[houndofllove]

SAY YOU WILL — guilty pleasure

cw. explicit (18+). situationship. simon x f!reader.

i know this one took a while, thank you for waiting.

#04 crossed wires | masterlist | #06

Simon taps his foot on the floor a total of three times before he stops.

A nervous habit that he can’t break these days, his self control slowly waning. He’s already knocked on the door, now left waiting in the fluorescent light of your complex’s hallway wishing that someone would just dim the lights for a moment.

Beyond the door he can hear the shuffle of your slippers over the wooden floors, scuttling about from what he can only guess to be from sofa to table to kitchen on repeat, trying to clean up at the last minute.

He imagines you swiping crumbs off the pillows, putting plates in the sink that have been sitting around since last night. You’re always something of a whirlwind around him, energy bursting in flames like you’ve had nowhere else to put it since you met him. It’s strange that you like him so much when he’s more like water, itching to put out any flame it comes across.

Simon is grateful for the moment that your own panic gives him. A moment to collect himself. He imagines the things he’ll say when you open the door, if you ask about what he’s been doing. Nothing much. Missing you. Things that aren’t real answers.

When he considers that maybe nothing he says to you will ever be true, that he’ll always be covering up the festering welts of flesh sitting under his skin waiting to take him, he grips the bag of takeout so hard he hears the paper tear. 

“Simon!”

The door bursts open and you’re a beautiful fluster, giving a sheepish smile while he only has seconds to school his furrowed expression.

In front of him there’s something he can only see as a dream. You’re a softer version of yourself tonight, stripped down to the more intimate layers he’s yet to see of you. Because while he has seen you without makeup, in nothing but his own t-shirt, when it’s your own things, your own home and your own timings it all feels different. 

A pair of joggers sit low on your hips and the shirt you wear is so stretched out at the neck that it hangs off of one shoulder. In your hurry to get to the door on time a faint sheen of sweat covers your forehead, and your eyes have got this low, heavy but sparkling look in them which Simon recognises only appears when you’ve had a few drinks.

“Hey, love.” 

He leans down to kiss your cheek, slowly shuffling forward to close the door behind him as you tuck yourself into his body. Your face nuzzles into his chest, something akin to a puppy or kitten, and then your hands are reaching for the food in his hand, unbothered by the wrinkled and torn paper.

“You smell nice,” you giggle, and then when you take a step back to give him space to take his shoes off you look him up and down, biting your lip. “And look very handsome. Were you out before you called?”

Turning away to take the food to the table, Simon physically feels his lips turn, his brows creasing. Then the lump in his throat returns and he swallows hard before he musters up a vague response: “Yeah, kinda.”

“Well,” you start, your face hidden by the open cupboard as you reach up for plates. “Must not have been fun if you’re here with me.”

When your eye catches Simon’s it’s full of humour, your teeth showing from the cover of your lips, half a laugh already formed there. It nearly hurts him how infectious your laugh is; how even though just walking down the street felt like years of emotional torment you can easily pick up the pieces he wasn’t even aware he was leaving behind.

First you’ll start with your smile, which has him folding no matter what, and then he knows where the night will end. And it will feel good.

Already a little tipsy and his head slightly throbbing, the light from your cooker hood casts a strange halo of light around you as you get the food ready to dish up. Simon knows that it's fitting that you look like an angel tonight.

An angel. Him. Where does he stand? Does he even deserve to?

“Simon?” The concern on your face when he finally focuses is entirely undeserved. All of this is undeserved, but he takes it anyway. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he murmurs. Repeats the phrase in some desperate attempt to soothe himself. 

“You look really pale.”

“I’m okay,” he insists, offering a small but flat smile, waving a hand. Unconvincing but he tries anyway.

“Don’t wait up then,” you say instead of pressing him further. “What do you want? Rice or noodles?”

Don’t wait up. Don’t wait. Don’t.

An hour later and the TV speakers roar with explosions, colours of brown and yellow and red splashing over where you sit curled into Simon's chest. Colours of war. Somehow, when Simon tilts his chin down to check that you’re still awake, the flutter of your eyelids suggesting that you’re more tired than you’ll let on, he sees that they look good on you. A dichotomy. The softness of your palms doesn’t hint at these things; they don’t even make space for the violence that has dictated his life. There is nowhere for the dirt to get trapped between the cracks.

But you look good. And maybe it means that he can stay, in all his filth and drowning guilt, without spreading it any further.

On the small chipped wooden table in front of the sofa the licked-clean plates sit in waiting to be taken to the sink, next to them the beer bottles now empty, condensation peeling at the corners of the labels. There’s one loosely in his grip too, his thumb brushing over the lifted slip again and again, slowly scraping it away as he fidgets uselessly as the movie drones on.

A war film—almost like you chose it on purpose. Historical events retold in modern movie sets with fake paint splattered over soldiers faces, events misconstrued for the sake of ease. Simon’s never been one to nitpick; he’s never even been the person to sit down for once and actually watch these kinds of things with his full attention to pick out the inaccuracies.

The scene changes, and when Simon sees it his breath hitches, a strangled sigh which he fails to keep down. Your head lifts up from his chest, eyes low as you peak up at him.

“You okay?”

His mouth goes dry. “Yeah.”

You poke your tongue into your cheek, trying to make out his expression and then eventually with an amused huff you laugh. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

“Oh, you so are.” Sitting up now, your hair scruffier than when you’d first laid down you stare at him with wild confusion. “What is it? Tell me.”

“It’s nothing,” he tries, but nothing about it successfully draws your attention back to the screen. He thinks he could say it now: risk the ending of this arrangement with a few simple words. There’s no way to predict or map out your answer, no use for military strategy when he doesn’t know you yet. Which direction you’ll take is a mystery. Simon himself can’t even understand what it is that’s bothering him more: his incredible fuck up or the fact no one in the movie is holiding a gun correctly or even wearing the right uniform.

Anxiety makes him stiffen and eventually he nods towards the TV. “It's–” He points a finger from where the rest hold the bottle, and then drops his hand. “He’s not holding it right.”

You swivel your head back to the screen where soldiers are moving through a forest. “Not holding what right?”

“The gun.”

You raise an eyebrow in amusement. “And you would know, because?”

Simon clears his throat awkwardly, scrambles for reasoning. “I’m interested in history.”

“Oh,” your mouth drops into a perfect ‘o’, one that Simon quickly wishes he could place his own over. Swallowing all your sounds. A good distraction, maybe even the best one. Or the easiest. “You’re one of those guys?”

He nods even though he doesn’t quite understand, watching as you look him up and down.

Then you lick your lips, something in your eyes growing brighter. “I wouldn’t have guessed.”

Before he can explain himself you're crawling onto his lap, the glass plucked from his grasp, discarded somewhere behind you. Your hands brace on his shoulders as you bracket the spread of his thighs with your own, your smile cunning. He doesn’t try to suppress the shudder, sinking further into the cushions instead, tipping his head back on the lip of the sofa.

You hum, your face the closest it's been to him all night. “I think that's really hot.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You’re into nerds?”

“I’m into you,” you laugh, tucking a stray hair behind your ear and finally dipping to connect your lips together. He sighs into it, something too soft for him, softer than what he could ever deserve but he lets himself take it anyways. That’s what his arrangement is between you anyway: for him to take and you to give for as long as you can keep the other happy. It doesn’t matter here if he’s a good man. If he deserves the comfort and passions of someone else. Pretending, ignoring, living. That is enough for now.

Snaking a hand around behind your back he trails his fingers up through your hair, tugging at the scalp gently. The moan you release into his mouth has him doing the same, swallowing it up greedily as you shift your hips trying to find some leverage–

“God.” Simon curses when you grind down onto his lap, cock already pushing at the zipper of his jeans as his hand keeps you pressed to his lips. The word is enough to set you off like a trigger, no sign of you holding back as your hands wander over his body. Up his chest, smoothing on his neck and back down, reaching at the hem of his sweater and shirt at the bottom. A desperate yank as you try to hike them up and off of him.

“Simon,” you gasp, as if you’ve just come up for air from under the water. Hungry for life. “Simon–”

His name said as a mantra is the only motivation he needs from then on. Hands on yours, a brief aching pause where your mouths part and you’re clawing his clothes off, then him doing the same to yours. It’s entirely messy, a tangle of limbs as you rush through it, trying to sneak kisses in between. You manage to get his jeans down to his shins, and Simon has you in nothing but your panties.

Bare, your fingers trail over the hot skin of his stomach, tracing over the rough ridges of scars and muscle. It has him tensing, his grip on you tight, a hot, tightening coil threatening to finish him off then and there.

“Wha’d ya want, love,” he says against your lips, stealing another desperate, biting kiss before you can murmur your reply.

“You,” you groan. “You, just you. Fuck–”

Simon releases the grip in your hair and moves to your chin instead, fingers pinched at either side of your cheek to keep you in place while his other hand snakes down your body, nails dragging down your skin until he slips down your underwear.

All he finds is slick. Your cunt pulsing at his touch, your hips already trying to grind down and find sweet relief.

“Yer so wet f’me already.” He looks down at where part of his hand is obscured by the flimsy fabric and then back up at where your eyes have gone darker. Your breath wet and hot and heavy as he holds you, controls you. “Y’like this? Like me touchin’ you?”

“Yeah, ah–” You whine when he sinks a finger into you and he watches in strange delight as your brows crease and eyes shut. “Yes.”

The way you rock against his hand is addictive, each brush and jolt moving over his hardness as you chase your high. He adds another finger while you’re kissing again, tactfully moving his thumb towards your clit as he feels you tightening around him.

“Oh,” you cry. “Oh, I’m–”

“Close, swee’eart. I know,” he coos.

Any response from you gets cut off when the orgasm pulls you under the water, gasping as your pussy grips around his fingers so tightly, Simon fighting against it to keep working you up, keeping you high off your feet for as long as possible.

His mouth swallows up all your noises. His fingers cup your cunt as you buck against his hand, the dregs of your release fading.

“Fuck,” you murmur, your forehead sweaty as you rest it against his, catching your breath, panting into his mouth. His hands smooth over your sides, fingertips dragging, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You feeling okay?” He checks, meeting your heavy gaze halfway.

“Uh-huh,” you nod slowly, hands settling on his shoulders as he lifts his hips up, tugging his boxers down enough for his cock to free itself. There’s no words exchanged when you take him into the sweat-slick palm of your hand, stroking him patiently.

His hand finds your cheek, thumb tracing over the wrinkles at the corner of your eyes, ignoring the way he pulses into the warmth of you for the sight of your relaxed face.

“Si,” you whisper, your breath lingering over his skin.

“Yeah?”

Your wishes are easy to fulfil. Moving on instinct, lifting you until your back meets the couch cushions, hair in knots, bashful, turning your cheek to press into a pillow as Simon hovers over you. Hands planted at each side of your head, lips moving down to kiss your cheek as he fits inside. A sweet mewl. A throaty groan. Ankles digging into his sides, his hips, tightening and in turn forcing him to slow. Too caught up in the moment, trying to chase a meditative high.

He hears it better like this, when he’s laving over the dip of your collarbone, salt on his tongue, the way your breath comes short. The almost silent desperation of your desire. Please, he hears. Oh, please. Please. Moves again, changes the angle and feels the way your body grips onto that feeling for dear life. 

Louder now, sinking deeper into waters he’s dragged you into, one of your own itching fingers reaching down to where he connects, drawing quick circles over your clit until your back is bowing. He plummets down there with you, buried face in your neck as he spills over your stomach, fingers coated in his own spend as he tugs himself to completion.

The weight on his chest lifts as he keeps you beneath him, both gasping for breath, both searching for light. Oh, sighed by both of you. Then a small laugh from you which makes him untangle himself from the heat of your skin, looking down confusedly until the laughter catches him, and he’s chuckling lightly in the amber glow of your living room.

“That was good,” you nod happily, a finger between your teeth as you grin up at him.

“Yeah?”

“I’m not one to lie,” you huff, looking down at where he rests, spent at your mound, come splattered over your stomach. “Care for a shower?”

Simon presses another kiss, this time into the hollow at the base of your neck before getting off the sofa, knee popping as he does. His arms wrap around your body, and then he’s hauling you up, hands on the globe of your ass as he carries you into the bathroom.

Easy things. Carrying you. Giving into your desires. Taking the clothes off your body and washing the sweat off your skin. These things are as easy as lying right now. Things he’s happy to do.

[lynzishell]

Epilogue 💛 Atlas

The rest of the year flew by in a rush of one event after another.

First, there was Spencer’s birthday party. It was the first family event that Ezra and I were both present at, and overall, it went okay. I focused on spending time with everyone else and just let him exist in the same space as me, which was the best I could do at the time.

Dawn also saw Ezra for the first time since high school that day. She did try to be kind and talk to him, as is her nature, but it was quite satisfying that Phoenix didn’t like him from the moment she introduced them. Maybe that’s petty of me, but it’s true.

The important thing though, is that, even though we all walked away a bit sore, Spencer had a great birthday, ice skating and celebrating with her family and two best friends.

When Winterfest came around, we stuck with our original plan to visit Phoenix and Dawn in the city. It was fun to see Aspen getting excited and opening presents. I know our little ones won’t quite be old enough to properly enjoy the holiday, but I’m still so excited for next year and our first Winterfest with them.

Dawn also surprised us with an amazing gift. She knitted two little onsies for Sadie and Simon, which I’m happy to report, they’ve both finally grown into!

That afternoon, when they were ready to head to Copperdale to see Pheonix’s uncle, Ash and I decided to spend the rest of the day with the Goodes after all. I’m glad we did. Even with Ezra there, it was nice to have our usual evening of games and music.

I’m absolutely in awe of Spencer with her violin. She finally mastered Einaudi’s Experience and wanted to play it for us, a duet with Pop on the piano, of course. The performance brought tears to our eyes. Listening to her play with such skill and emotion, she should be in a concert hall, not standing in our living room in her little mis-matched socks.

As happy as I am to have our own place again, I wouldn’t trade the time we spent living there for anything.

For New Year’s we’d planned to take it easy. Watch movies and likely fall asleep well before midnight. But, as you can see, that isn’t what happened.

We got a call from Lex saying that Evan had been dumped, so we cancelled our plans and drove to the city. Charlee raced to Evan’s apartment and dragged them to Lex’s where we were all waiting for them. After a bit of venting and a few tears, we were able to cheer them up, and we all celebrated the new year and good things to come. Charlee was even able to convince them to move to San Sequoia with her and Jay, which I know Ash is happy about.

I’m really grateful we ended up spending New Year’s with our friends because the going away party they had planned for us the following weekend ended up being canceled because… well…

The next morning, I woke up on Lex’s couch being jostled by Ash. He was in a panic because our phones were blowing up, and with the way I was laying on him, he couldn’t get to either of them. He was worried something bad had happened, that someone had been hurt.

But, when I sat up and checked my phone, it was the opposite. Li was in labor. All at once, everything became real.

We drove to the hospital as fast as we could and barely made it in time. But we made it. And now that our twins have arrived, life will never be the same again.

I suppose you want to meet them now. You will. Soon.

Prev // The Goode Life

A/N: I will try to introduce everyone to Sadie and Simon this weekend.. just know I’m completely obsessed with them! But this wraps up this part of my story. From here, I plan to split into two stories: The Good Life will focus on Atlas & Asher (and occasionally the extended Goode family) and my Star Sign Legacy will go back to Phoenix, Dawn, and Aspen as the main focus. I’m currently writing their next big arc, which will take some time, so for now I’ll be sharing sporadic gameplay of the boys (cos infants are my favorite thing in game)

[siriusly-yoongi]

She wants to be saved chapter 20

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Pairing: alpha BTS × omega reader

Chapter Warnings: I don't really know what to put for warnings, likely inaccurate medical information, self-harm, sexual assault,

Word count: 4004

Posting everyday has been way too hard on me and I just cannot keep up with it. I'm aiming for every other day now instead.

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JIMIN

It was nice waking up in a nest. I haven't slept that well in a long time. It was perfect. Well, almost. She didn't join us.

I noticed it first during breakfast, I thought she was just hungover. She wouldn't touch her food and she kept staring off into space.

After breakfast she went into her room for a while, then out of the blue she came to me and crawled into my lap. It looked like it took a lot of effort to do. Something is wrong. I can see it on her face something is very wrong.

I don't even have time to call for Namjoon before she's gone. Her body goes stiff at first, her pupils shrinking into tiny pinpricks. Then she goes limp in my arms, falling against my chest. I think she knew it was about to happen, that's why she came to me.

"NAMJOON!" I call for Namjoon, my tone panicked.

She dropped, and i don't know why.

Namjoon runs into the living room and rushes over to the two of us. He takes one look at her and pulls her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. She's complete limp in his arms, he has to rest her head on his shoulder cause she isn't even supporting it herself. This is bad.

This is what we expected to happen that first night. When Hoseok destroyed her nest. But that was a week and a half ago. Nothing bad enough to cause a drop has happened since then, that has to be the trigger. It has to be. But why now.

As if reading my mind, Namjoon looks back at me. "Delayed drops can happen. Its rare, but it does happen. They're usually way worse than normal drops."

As if on cue, she starts choking, struggling to take in a proper breath. "Breathe babygirl, just breathe." She doesn't respond at all. Not that we expected her to.

After a few minutes of trying to get her to breathe properly with no luck, Namjoon hands her to me. "I'm gonna go grab Yoongi and pack a little bag for overnight. I'm taking her to the hospital. She's getting worse and I'll feel better if she's being watched properly" he speaks calmly but I can tell he's panicking inside

After a few minutes Namjoon comes back with Yoongi and a bag and I hand her to Yoongi. "I'm coming" I state firmly, no one argues.

Once we get to the hospital, Namjoon carries her inside and she's taken back into a room pretty much immediately. She's hooked up to an IV and they put a tube of oxygen in her nose to help her breathe better.

They check her over and they decide they want to keep her here to monitor her, just like Namjoon had expected.

I was asleep on Yoongi's lap when a bunch of beeping woke me up. I sit up, and look over at Namjoon as a doctor rushes into the room.

"She isn't breathing on her own, I need t-...." the doctor said something else after that but I stopped listening.

Yoongi pulls me closer to him, pulling my head into his neck like he usually does with her. Yoongi has been a lot more open to touch and affection since she showed up, and I'm really grateful for that.

I close my eyes, trying to block out the noise. I'm a paramedic, I shouldn't have trouble hearing this kind of thing. But this is my mate. This isn't some random person I'll never see again. This is our omega. And I cant listen to it, I just can't.

She had a tube down her throat for the next 5 days. She'd had her eyes closed this whole time but in day 5 they opened again. They took the tube out of her throat and she was able to breathe on her own. The whole pack is here. They had to move us to a bigger room just so we could all fit comfortably. Her pupils are still tiny pinpricks and she's still completely unresponsive.

They decided to keep her for one more night before sending her home Friday afternoon, telling us to come back if she gets worse.

We get her home and bring her into the den. Yoongi lays with her in the middle of the nest while I lay behind Yoongi. Having alphas that the omega doesn't trust super close to them can make the drop worse and I don't wanna risk making her get worse. So I mold myself around Yoongi's back and try and sleep.

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Yoongi and I decide to give her a bath before everyone else gets home. We get her clothes off and my heart sinks. She has deep slashes all over her stomach. These had to have been from the night we slept in the nest, she was in the pool and we could see her stomach the day prior to it and she dropped the day after.

She finally tenses up for the first time instead of being completely limp as Yoongi lowers her into the water. "Its okay kitten, you're okay." We've been talking to her, its unclear whether or not she understands us.

Yoongi ends up pulling his clothes off and getting into the bath with her because she went limp again once she adjusted to the water and its not safe for her to be limp in the water like that.

He sits behind her with her body tucked between his legs, her weight resting against his chest.

We make quick work of washing her body and her hair then rinse her off.

Yoongi wraps her in a towel then hands her to me, wrapping a towel around himself. "Lay her on her bed to get her dressed, it'll be easier." He suggests before leaving the bathroom to go get dressed.

I carry her to her room and lay her on her bed like Yoongi suggested. Its like having a baby. She doesn't even hold her own head up.

As soon as I'm no longer touching her she cries out, her breathing turning erratic and tears rolling down her cheeks.

I rush back over to her and sit down on her bed, pulling her into my lap. "Okay, okay. I'm right here babydoll, I didn't leave you." I try and soothe her with my voice. I still don't know if she can hear me, I don't think she can see me, at least not very well, but I know she can feel me. She could feel when I stopped touching her. She felt the water touch her body. She can still feel.

I wait for Yoongi to come back up and get her clothes since I cant really leave her long enough to grab them.

Once she's dressed, Yoongi takes her back downstairs to the den and we curl back up in the nest.

Jungkook is the first to join us. Then Hobi and Tae, then Jin, and lastly Namjoon.

No one made dinner tonight, we ended up ordering pizza again, even though it hasn't even been a week since last time.

She's propped up against Namjoon's chest while Yoongi tries to feed her some of the pizza, it doesn't go very well and she ends up choking. Namjoon has to tip her forward and pat her back like you would to a child.

This drop is bad. She's completely helpless.

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NAMJOON

Mindlessly I run my fingers along her face. Stroking her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. She seems to like it, her eyes close at least. That's the only reaction I'm getting from her. It's been 2 weeks since she first dropped, its now July. Any weight shed gained since being here she's lost again from not eating. We've managed to feed her a few spoonfuls of applesauce and yogurt, things of that nature. But not much. We've been using a medicine syringe to get her to drink water but its likely she's pretty dehydrated.

As I'm stroking her face she makes a soft noise and I look down at her. She's looking up at me, her eyes actually clear instead of glassy. Her pupils are still tiny, she's still gone. But she's looking at me. This is the first sign if improvement we've seen.

"Can you hear me baby?" I ask softly, looking down at her where she's laid on her back, head on my thigh.

She doesn't respond, continuing to just look up at me.

Another few days pass and they're uneventful.

Its late, everyone just had dinner and I'm sitting there holding her when she reaches over and grabs onto Yoongi's shirt. The movement is slow and choppy, like she's struggling to move her own body, but she manages. Yoongi smiles at her, swiping his finger down her nose a couple times. We've discovered she likes that.

It takes few days for her to be able to sit up on her own. Then another few days for anything else to happen. By now its been just under 3 weeks since she first dropped.

I was asleep with her in my arms when I felt a sharp pain over my cheek and on my shoulder. My eyes snap open and the first thing I see is her hissing at me. She bit me and scratched my cheek. She must be disoriented from being out of it for so long.

"Hey, hey its okay. Its me baby. Its Namjoon. Its alpha, its okay." I try and approach her, she hisses again but let's me approach her.

"There, see. It's alright." I pull her head into my neck to she can smell me better but she's still tense.

I call for Yoongi and he comes into the den. I hand her over to him and she relaxes almost immediately. I think she'll always have the strongest bond with Yoongi. He was the first sense of safety she ever had in her life. That bond will always be strong and I cant wait to see what they're like once their properly mated and marked.

"You've been gone for 3 weeks kitten. You scared us." Yoongi kisses her forehead.

The rest of the pack comes into the room, presumably overhearing us talking.

I can see how badly each of them are itching to hug her. Our instincts have been worse than they've ever been since she's been in a drop for so long

Taehyung rushes forward and grabs he face, but he doesn't kiss her yet. She was drunk, she might not be okay with it sober and he knows better than to force it. She leans forward and kisses him though. Id be lying is i said I wasn't a little bit jealous. Why is he the first one to kiss her, he didn't even like her at first.

Jimin, Jin, and Hoseok look on in shock. If forgot they weren't there to witness them kiss the last time.

"When did this become a thing!?" Jimin is jealous. Very jealous.

She pulls away from Tae, not before biting his bottom lip like the little brat she is, making him yelp and pull back.

"When she was drunk. She got upset that I kissed Yoongi but not her, I said I didn't want our first kiss to be while she was drunk. Tae apparently didn't care and ran over and kissed her" I shake my head.

"Then Tae tried to fuck her in the pool!" Jungkook adds, earning a slap to his chest from Taehyung.

She giggles softly and i hear her stomach growl.

"Okay okay, let's get you some food" I pick her up and carry her to the kitchen, its about the time we usually go to bed but she's hungry, so first we get a snack.

Jin comes in and makes her a smoothie which she finishes rather quickly. Poor girl must he starving. I hand her a bottle of water and she gulps down half of that as well.

She rubs her eyes and heads back into the nest, whining once she sees everyone's positions. She's very fussy about her nests and how people lay in them. Yoongi and I found that out the hard way when we tried to move one night.

She rearranges everyone and leaves herself out again. Yoongi quickly gets up and pulls her into his arms, nuzzling into her neck. "Namjoon has been hogging you for 3 weeks kitten. THREE WEEKS! I'm getting some omega snuggles whether you like it or not"

She giggles as Yoongi presses a few kisses to the side of her neck.

We all cuddle up together and we all start to drift off to sleep.

Everything is okay now.

But it wasn't.

She's not there when Yoongi wakes up around 4. He shakes me awake and I open my eyes, a low growl falling from my lips, annoyed.

"What? It's the weekend, let me sleep."

"Where'd Y/n go?" He whispers

That gets my attention and I quickly get up. We search for her and eventually we find her sitting on the back porch. I relax a little until I catch her distressed scent, then I'm right back to being worried.

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YOU

It stings. Really bad. You don't know what possessed you to make you cut and burn your face but once that urge was there it was too strong to ignore.

You had cuts on your cheeks and along your jaw, just deep enough to bleed but not deep enough to leave permanent scars. Youve gotten good at that, knowing how deep you can go before you'll scar. You probably shouldn't be as proud of that as you are though.

You cut up your arms and your chest too. You took one of those magic eraser sponges and rubbed it over the same spot repeatedly until the area was bloody and oozing, leaving you with second degree friction burns. And they sting. Very badly. You'd discovered you could do this accidentally one day. You were trying to get hair dye off your skin and accidentally gave yourself a burn on the side of your face.

You'd done it on the back of your neck, the middle of your upper chest, the backseat of your hands, and the entire top half of your face. You knew you'd regret it as soon as you did it. The boys would see it and you'd be screwed. But at the time you couldn't bring yourself to care.

You hear movement behind you and you catch both Namjoon's and Yoongi's scents. You panic and bolt before they can see. You don't want them to see.

You run through the woods in the dark until your legs feel like jelly and they give out underneath you, sending you tumbling to the ground. You just close your eyes. You know its not gonna be long before they find you, they always find you when you run.

So you close your eyes and just lay there. You're tired and breathing heavily. You don't want to see the looks of disappointment on their faces when they see what you've done.

When you open your eyes again, its light out. That means its been at least a couple hours since you first got out here. You realize why shortly after you sit up. Your scent is very faint. You didn't mean to, but you must've been subconsciously masking your scent since you didn't want to be found. They must be worried sick. Now all you felt was guilt.

You pull yourself to your feet and look around, you have no idea where you are. All you can see are trees. Its pretty, the woods are. Green as far as you can see in all directions. Youve never been this deep into the woods before, you didn't even know they went this deep. You don't have your phone either. You're lost.

You walked aimlessly for hours. Hours. And you eventually made it out of the woods! Only, you didn't come out where you started. You look around and you're pretty much in the middle of nowhere. There's a few benches but other than that there's nothing.

So you start walking, there is a road a little ways down do you decide to follow it. It'll take you back to the city, at least you hope it will.

You do make it back into the city, and you guess by now it's around 5 or 6 considering where the sun is at in the sky. You don't know the address of the house, you'd never taken the time to look, so you cant exactly ask for directions.

You do know the name of that beach though, and you know how to get home from there.

You ask a woman with a young child, your voice comes out small and quiet. You're still not used to using it but you're gonna start trying to talk more. If you can do it when you're drunk you can do it while you're sober.

The lady gives you directions and you thank her, setting off in the direction she pointed you in.

Its dark by the time you get to the beach and you're thoroughly exhausted.

You sit down to rest, just for a while.

You need to take a break and catch your breath. You know you have an hour walk back home and you wont make it very far without collapsing if you don't stop and rest now.

Not long after you sit down on the sand, a man approaches you. He seems to be in his late 20's and he starts trying to talk to you.

You smile to be polite but you have a bad feeling in your gut so you quickly get up and try to leave. The man quickly gets up and grabs you by your waist, lifting you off the ground. He doesn't say a word as he carries you off somewhere down the beach.

You kick and scream but it makes no difference. No one else is on the beach. No one can hear you.

"Stay still." Your body listens immediately, you stop kicking and you fall silent. Fear swirls in your stomach and there's nothing you can do. He used his alpha voice on you, you can't fight back.

The last time you were on this beach you found that baby. Now this time, well whatever is about to happen you know it isn't gonna be good.

He carries you to a group of guys who all turn and look at you as you're put down on the sand.

Hands are on your body before you can even register the guys moving and all you can do is stand there.

It starts off innocent enough. Hands running along your waist and your neck. Caressing your hair and your face. Then they move to slapping your ass and grabbing your chest, their hands slowly slipping underneath your clothes.

After a while they get tired of your clothes and they pull them off, discarding them on the sand. All the while they're taunting you and teasing you. Calling you degrading names.

Your laid back on the sand and they started exploring your body. Kissing your chest, sucking on your nipples. It starts with heir mouths, kissing and nipping at your skin. Then their hands, one of then slips their fingers inside of you and you scream, still unable to move because of that command that one of them keeps saying every few minutes. Alpha commands don't last forever, they'll wear off after a certain amount of time. So they have to keep restating them.

One of them command you to keep quiet and its like you're choking on your own voice. It feels like you're suffocating. You want to scream, cry out, but you cant. No matter how hard you try you just cant.

They all take a turn with you, taking off their belts and forcing themselves inside of you. You dissociated through the majority of it, most of them had pretty small dicks so it wasn't extremely painful. It hurt still, but it wasn't unbearable pain wise at least. Then the last guy took a turn and you quickly found you weren't able to zone out for this one. He was big, and you could feel the veins inside of you. This man could probably pull girls just with his dick if he wasn't such a shitty person. You'd be lying if you said they weren't conventionally attractive men. Sure they weren't your boys, they weren't tens. But they were at least average or slightly above. And that bothered you. It upset you that you didn't find these men ugly.

You could smell the blood as the last guy pulled out, you could feel it running down your thighs. It was too thin to be anything other than blood. You don't think any of them came inside of you, though a few of them did over your chest or your stomach. You felt disgusting. Dirty.

They went back to kissing and touching you for a while, a few of them taking another turn while the others played with your boobs or sucked on your skin.

Once they were done with their dicks, one of them swiped his wet fingers into the sand and put them back inside of you. Every movement burned and scratched, the sand irritating your skin and your insides. He kept adding more and more sand and they took turns doing this for quite some time. They hit you with their belts and poured sand in your nose and mouth.

Their violations continued until the sun started to come up, only then did they leave. Leaving you there bleeding and in pain.

It took a little while but the alpha commands eventually wore off the first thing you did was pull yourself to the water and rinse off the best you could. You can barley walk but you manage to take a few steps at a time.

You get back to your clothes and shake the sand off, you're grateful they didn't rip your clothes. You dress yourself and sit back down on the sand.

And you cry. You don't know what else to do other than cry. You cant walk an hour home like this. You barely made it to the water and back.

You're there crying for at least a few hours before you feel someone wrap their arms around you from behind.

You hiss and scream, but you have no energy to put up a fight. "It's okay, shh it's okay Y/n. It's just me. I know I'm probably the worst person that could've found you and I'm sorry that it wasn't one of the others but I'm not gonna hurt you." Its Hoseok.

You relax a little bit against him, sobs bubbling up in your throat then making your whole body shake as they come out.

Hoseok turns you around and gasps as he sees your face but he doesn't comment on it. He pulls you into his chest and just holds you while you cry.

"You smell like other alphas... like.." he doesn't finish his sentence, a deep, deep growl coming from deep within his chest. His scent turns into a suffocatingly strong charcoal.

Cum is the strongest way to scent someone else, it has a distinct smell to it. You know he smells it on you. That must be why he's angry. He's angry at you for this. For betraying his pack. He said he wouldn't hurt you but that was before he knew what happened. You start to panic, frantically apologizing, telling him you didn't mean to. You didn't want to.

"You.. you think I'm mad at you..." he whispers, his voice shaking "No. No, no petal, no. I'm not mad at you. Never would I be mad at you for this. No sweetheart. Not at you." He holds you closer.

[natsswife]

Could I maybe request a Mari x Reader fic? Maybe them trying to stay warm during the winter nights and/or just being extremely close and the other yjs catching on?

tysm for ur rq anon!! i hope i managed to writw what u wanted n like it<33

Mari Ibarra x reader

summary: just how u and mari started to get really close and be each others safe space when things got rough during winter<3

notes: Missing mari like a mf to the point winter is a trigger word for me cuz she😭died😭during😭winter😭also wilderness has been hella boring without the only latina diva frfr

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༘⋆ if being stranded in the wilderness wasn't already enough, when winter came everything got worst, jackie’s sudden death changed everything, it was obvious to tell after that how everyone was different, the numb feeling of losing someone very dear was still fresh, you could feel it was just some few days ago since laura’s accident, and jackie now being gone put a toll on everyone’s mental health again, especially Mari, who was in charge of the food, in a more realistic way, the one in charge to keep everyone alive. 

༘⋆ the bear’s meat won't last till spring, shauna always taking way too long to bring it, everyone stressed and being forced to keep inside the cabin, and especially, not letting you both have time alone.

༘⋆ you and mari werent the closest, but if theres one thing you were “grateful” for the crash, was that it got you closer, she's such a sweet girl, funny, lovely, fearless, always so responsible with the chores, she was just so cool it made you wonder why you never befriended her before everything.

༘⋆ but there was something about her that made you heart soft, maybe its the way she isn't afraid to stand up for her word even if got her some icky looks from shauna, or how shes with you, kind, always including you in everything and never letting you be alone, whatever it was, it just made you fall even harder for her… and it was the same for Mari.

༘⋆ there was still some fear of being out to everyone, even when tai and van decided to came out in that attempt of party, so you decided to be closer when no one was watching, it was more peaceful and comfortable, especially at nights.

༘⋆ Mari’s favourite time is when everyone was asleep, its only at that time when got to hold you during night without fear of someone noticing, just you and her being closer till your noses rubbed together, small talks sometimes discussing what could have happened if the plane never crashed, how she missed slushies, and promised you that as soon as you got rescued she’s gonna take you to try the best cheese burgers.

༘⋆ thats why after winter came mari changed, not being able to be alone with you and just pretend that everythings fine made her more annoyed, she refused to sleep together because it was “too risky now” but you know how bad she missed being able to hold each other under the covers.

༘⋆ days passed and at this point you didnt care anymore, that same night after shauna came with the great news that “we’re out of meat” and made mari more annoyed, you decided to crawl to her mat while everyone was in their fifth hungry dream and just finally be by her side again

༘⋆ it surprised her but you neither know that neither of you could go more days without eachother

“wait what are you doing??”

“just wanted to be with you, and no i dont care if someone sees us”

༘⋆ she giggled but didn't make an effort to get you out of there, instead she just hugged you more closely, mari just missed you so much to care if tai decided to sleep walk again and get van to chase her and then see you both.

“you know i think i was a little stupid to put our whatever is this in a ���”time out”” for fear, i actually dont give a single fuck if someone sees us, winter is less cold like this” giving your nose a sweet kiss she moved closer, now decided and fearless if someone saw you like that 

“oh finally? you almost got me praying that you finally admit it” a chuckled escaped her but it was true, how someone who didnt give a single fuck about shauna’s state and still faced her now fear her team finding out she likes girls?

༘⋆ Mari missed this, missed you and she knows she gonna need you more than anything now that winter is about to get more rough for you, for her and for everyone….

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do not translate w/o permission, copy or use for ai training, train ur own brain instead<3

[astoldbyaja]

Unbowed - 3 (Sinners 2025)

Each night I lied awake staring at the empty space on my bed. Each morning there were fruits and vegetables left for me by the Choctaw residents. There would be a few dollars left at the bottom of the baskets. They were so grateful. Some of my neighbors from the church came to check on me as well give me some food they made.

At night I’d hear the clamping of horse hooves. Chayton. He would watch over my home during certain hours of the night. I’ve told him he didn’t need to but he was insistent in doing so. I was at a very vulnerable moment in my life and he felt it was his duty as chief to protect me like he’d protect any one of his tribe.

Sometimes it wouldn’t be him but Kene or the other men of his tribe. I was grateful for them.

Normal POV

Chayton was sitting quietly in his tent outside his home his face marked and his eyes closed as he began to hum lowly in this throat.

There were many ways for he and his warriors to hunt the demonic blood drinkers who plague their lands. They would first track them using spiritual sensing. Only a rare few have this ability to use dreams or even visions to sense disturbances.

He also used physical signs like vultures in the area to determine if a demonic force was in the area. If a vampire was wounded and hiding he tracked them like his people tracked deer but looking for blood trails using a bone powder his people created to show unnatural movement.

Although it was night out, and he always enforced the rule that his people be heavily wary at night, he refused to fear it. It’s what made him the leader he was. His visions were clearer during the night. During the day his body and mind were tired from the labor he did with the others including farming, fishing and hunting. He and his other warriors sold their goods at local markets in town. But at night he had more energy.

He continued chanting seeing a blue sky surrounded by clouds. An open field with buffalo roaming the lands. He sees a familiar house… her house. He had to make sure evil did not touch her home- did not touch her. Nysa, the new beginning.

His eyes twitch as he sees darkness looming over her house, the skies going dark and fires erupting around her house. She is screaming in her bed as she is infected by the hatred and horrors of the white man. Her beautiful skin is bubbling and peeling as if she was being set on fire, rope marks tighten around her neck as if she were being lynched even though no rope is physically around her neck.

Blood pours down her thighs as she is subjected to the rape of those monsters around her. His eyes suddenly open, they are dark as his brown eyes appear from the dark abyss. He knows what he must do…

Nysa’s POV

With some of the money saved, I decided to go to the market to get a few items for the house. One of my neighbors was kind enough to watch over my house in the mean time. It really wouldn’t take but a few rough men to come and demand my home is theirs if they see it alone.

White people have been stopping by hounding me and trying to scare me into selling the land to them. But with my shot gun always in hand they don’t try to force their way into my home yet… I’m walking through the grocery store of Bo Chow’s store.

“Nysa?” I hear the soft southern tone of a familiar voice. I turn and see little Lisa standing there with a smile on her face and a basket in her hand.

“Oh Lisa hello.” I replied with a gentle smile. She holds up the basket to me.

“Daddy and ma and I are sorry about the passing of your husband. Daddy says if I were to see you I was allowed to give you a few things on the house.” She said. Her words made me smile more and I told the basket from her.

“Thank you Lisa.” I said gently. She nodded with a smile and turned to move back to the register. I left the store and began my walk back to my home. But it was a short walk as I hear a truck pulling up beside me and sitting inside is Chayton.

“Hello Nysa.” he said politely. I smiled softly at him.

“Hello Chayton.” I replied.

“Can I give you a ride ma’am?” he asked. It would definitely be appreciated with this heat. I nodded.

“That would be great.” I said and he stepped out of his truck and walked around the front with me. He opened the door and helped me inside. He was always wearing black gloves but I assumed it was just something he was used to what with fighting in the war. I placed my basket over my lap and he got back into the truck and began to drive.

“How are you?” He asked. I sighed softly.

“I’m alive.” I replied flatly.

“But you’re not living.” He said. I was quiet for a moment.

“I’m thinking of selling my home and moving to the colored neighborhood across town.” I said. He winced and looked at me.

“Do you have kin to stay with there?” He asked. I shook my head.

“No. My only family was my husband… and women can’t own land and the government will soon come and seize my home if I don’t sell soon. But only whites have come to my home trying to make me sell. None of the colored folk want to rent the land because it’s too far from their neighbors and whites are only coming because they want to make money off the field.” I replied. His eyes darkened.

“Have any of them tried anything? Tried to harm you or your home?” He asked his voice stern. I shook my head.

“Not yet.” I replied with a fearful tone. Chayton looked ahead and nodded before slowly his truck down on the side of the road. I looked around mildly confused at what he was doing, and he finally turned to me.

“Nysa… your land still borders more on Choctaw lands meaning Choctaw men can own it… I would like to buy the land and home from you and you will stay in your home and heal from your loss.” He said.

My eyes widened at his words. He would buy my home. The words were caught in my throat of what to even say so he continued.

“If you will allow my people to hunt, fish, and farm the land, whatever profit I get will go to you. I only ask that I be allowed to stay in your home so that I may protect you. Anyone seeing a woman alone can form dark heinous thoughts, and I will not let you succumb to such horrors.” He said. His words made me tear up.

He just had the answers it seemed and it made sense. I did need a man around the home it couldn’t be helped. My survival depended on it. I nodded wiping tears from my eyes.

“I would be overjoyed if you bought my home Chayton.” I replied gently. He smiled and gave my leg a gentle pat.

“Good. I am glad you agree.” He said before driving his truck back on the road.

[this-acuteneurosis]

I’m rereading DLB to catch up, and every time I revisit this story I am completely in awe of how you use the Force in your writing. The way that it operates and the discussions around it feel so real, I always felt that for such a big part of the movies it went oddly underdeveloped (if that’s the right word? The literal magic was almost never utilized to its full potential) and you have scratched that itch in my brain. This is my Star Wars canon now and I refuse to think of it any other way. The Order feels like an actual… Order, rather than a collection of characters to fill space and be cool wizards. The masters have different perspectives that actually influence how they use the force, and it’s so much more than just “bad wizard vs good wizard”, which of course the movies tried to do but just didn’t lean hard enough. You lean hard enough and I eat it up every time.

Additionally, how you treat the topic of mental health via the Force is just exceptional. The philosophies in DLB have started worming their way into my real life, and it’s strangely comforting and simple, it makes me feel a bit like a Jedi myself :D I find staying calm a lot easier when I can focus that energy into myself, I think more critically about what I say and when, and I’ve actually picked up meditating simply because it seemed to make more sense after reading about it here. As much as it probably isn’t intended to be used literally, I appreciate the advice given by certain characters and that all comes from you, so… I appreciate you for sharing it.

Anyway, I’m usually a silent reader, but I feel the need to gush about this story every time I read it and wanted to share the sentiment. It really is that good. Everything about it is just done so beautifully <3 I am incredibly grateful to live in a world where you shared it with us

I'm so overwhelmed, I hardly know what to say. Thank you so much for sharing your experience. I'm so glad you love the story so much, and that it's given good things to you.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts, both here and with others.

(*^_^*)

[sawdustandstardust]

have never been more relieved and grateful that we have finally made it to mel/langdon pet play. feels good feels organic I DO believe that would fix their brains.

🚫 tired: not jumping into a relationship and blowing up your marriage the first year of your recovery :(

✅ wired: getting a cute & smart puppygirl gf whose always excited to see you when you come home :)

here’s a slight continuation for you anon since i am insane:

“dana, please dana, you have to understand…yes, i know it’s late, but this…no, i’m not on the roof…remember when langdon had us all vote on what dog collar we liked more?”

“yeah,” dana yawns into the line. “the winner was that soft purple one with the gold plated heart-shaped dog tag. he personally thanked every single person for their cooperation right before his morning rounds. brought in three-dozen sprinkled donuts from sam’s donut world for the staff. incredibly nice of him actually.”

okay…maybe robby needed to be a little more direct.

“do you think it’s deeply weird that langdon’s never showed us a picture of his goldendoodle? that the dog doesn’t have an actual name anyone on staff knows? or how no one has met her?”

“come on robby, you’re being insensitive. one-you know his baby’s camera shy. they’re working on it through positive reinforcement.”

“two-we spend most of our lives inside the hospital. why would you want any dog that’s not a therapy or service animal near this place? plus mateo said he recommended an off-leash dog park he takes his rescue, the one with the bite history, to—great atmosphere, lots of space, strict rules and boundaries that prioritize pet safety…but langdon turned him down, said he’d never trust other puppies or their owners to play nice with something so precious.”

robby suddenly remembers when dr. mckay ran point on a nasty MRSA infection case last fall, mateo lightly tugging on her ponytail in jest when the patient was officially discharged and—his vision whites out because did no one think to tell him PTMC was officially renamed to puppygirl town medical center?

what was happening inside this damn hospital?

“finally, three-her name’s good girl? do you not pay attention? i know that boy talks a lot but—“

“dana—do you hear yourself? how ridiculous all this sounds—”

“why are you being so hard on him for having an emotional support animal? did you know that kiara’s so impressed by his progress, she’s encouraging him to submit a presentation to ACEP all about the benefits of puppy-human companionship in early substance abuse recovery interventions: a great way for folks to create and maintain a set routine, learn responsibility outside themselves, experience unconditional love, potentially for the first time…did you know that langdon’s sweet girl even recognizes when he’s on the verge of an anxiety attack, is trained in providing deep pressure therapy to calm him down. kiara thinks his lived experience would be really beneficial to harm reduction advocacy groups and their allies in the emergency medicine sector.”

robby can feel himself moving further and further away from reality with every word out of dana mouth, convinced now that frank langdon was specifically designed in a lab to terrorize him. or, better yet, to haunt him, for the rest of his days, like a ghost in a dickensian fable—the HR nightmare final boss of michael’s past and present.

“dana, what would you say if i told you that when i talked with abby langdon tonight, she had no clue about…’good girl?’” because how was she going to explain this one—

“of course abby doesn’t know, robby. jesus, mary, and joseph—she’s allergic!”

[ilovedthestars]

i have. too many things to do.

[datastate]

i was looking for an ask, and it reminded me: i do hope that anyone who's genuinely entertained some of the things i've discussed, or has shown interest even through anonymous interaction, knows i am very grateful. even the smallest indications that you may enjoy what i'm making, especially with a few of these old messages that were sent unprompted, well... it was very kind of you.

[theloveinc]

i don't really want to bc like. there's many reasons for me to stay but. i don't think this tumblr life is for me anymore

[blessthishouse]

Not to be too rude on main but I have one friend (not on tumblr) who only messages me to vent about how their family drains them..you live halfway across the country, aren’t financially supported by them, and have a loving partner with a family that accepts you. Yes having a toxic family is difficult (I know from the way I grew up) but there comes to a point where it’s just, why stay in contact at that point?

[3416]

hey i love you guys

[dandyshucks]

also I got rly scared abt this last night or the night before because I suddenly realized sometimes people interpret it this way,,

so i just wanted to say that the reason i dont interact w people very much is NOT bc i think im better than ppl or anything - i am just very genuinely Petrified of messing up in social situations, to the point that I end up isolating and avoiding rather than risk making mistakes ^^;; WHICH ISN'T HEALTHY but . i havent figured out how to work through this yet dhdjdkl

BUT YEAH i just wanted to try to make sure nobody is thinking I'm some hoity-toity goober, I am literally just Extremely Terrified fjdjdkdl

[novaimperia]

★ nerd!nanami x popular girl!reader getting dirty in a closet

“we shouldn’t do this,” nanami whispers. 

rolling your eyes, you continue unbuckling his belt. his pants fall down his legs, revealing the Calvin Klein boxers you got him on a day which happened to be his birthday. you rub up on the bulge in his boxers. “you say that but, ken, you’re hard. have some shame, won’t you?”

as the most popular girl on campus, you have a reputation to uphold – no one can see you with the nerdiest guy around. always with a book and those stupid glasses that get in the way, nanami isn’t someone you want people knowing you’re fucking. and honestly, if you had it your way, he’d be thrown in the dust along with all the pathetic idiots you’ve let in your bed, but…nerdy as he is, he’s also really goot at sex. 

he’s got a huge dick too. 

“i can’t help that,” he grouches. “just leave first and i’ll come out soon; i need to wait for this to go down.”

clearly nervous, you can see, even in the dark, the way his eyes keep darting from your cleavage to the gap in the door. there’s a party happening out there and you have to go on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear just so you can be heard over the heavy bass, obnoxious chattering and whooping.

someone’s closet isn’t even the freakiest place you two have gotten it on – you’ve fucked in your car, in his, in a classroom, in the dean’s office, in a park, in the gym, under the bleachers, in the locker room, and so on and so forth. 

yet he's always just as jittery as all the other times. one would think he's still a virgin if they didn't know all the nasty positions he'd folded you into.

“ngh! s-stop, please.” 

shaky hands try to pull your hands away from his hard and leaking cock. his mouth isn’t very honest but thankfully his body is. already wet, you easily slot his cock in between your thighs, letting it rub on your slit. he moans through gritted teeth. fuck, he’s warm and firm and you can feel every vein on his long length. how unfair that this dick had gone so long without being used. thank god you're here now. he really ought to be more grateful.

“shush, kento. you can leave at any time and you know that, so cut the shit, and move your hips.” his forehead falls on top of your head. you feel his breath fan your face. hands gripping your hips, he keeps you still as he rocks back and forth, coating his cock in your juices. “good boy.” 

he throbs. 

in the cramped space, you two struggle to find a rhythm as you jostle around, trying to make the most of what you have. tightly packed together, you have no choice but to cling to his stupid vest. his heart beats fast under your cheek. cute.

his cock head catches on your clit and the friction is delicious. "hmm, just like that, ken. yeah, that's nice. you know just how i like my clit rubbed, don't you?"

breathless, he replies, "yeah."

annoyingly, his voice drops an octave into something seductive and sinful when he's in deep focus, which happens either when he's studying and scolds you for trying to get in his pants or when he's balls deep in your cunt and he's trying not to cum prematurely.

soon, with the party in full force and the crowd growing thicker and more drunken, he speeds up, unable to help himself. you’ve sprayed more perfume than usual today; it gets him whimpery when he can’t smell anything other than you. it's just one of the ways you like to make sure you're in control at all times.

“keep quiet, ken. you don’t want them to hear you, do you? you don’t want them to see you with your pants down and your pretty cock out, right?”

fingers dig into the fat of your ass cheeks through your skirt. your legs tighten and he groans, all choked up and needy as his pace increases until he’s rutting against your pussy with no rhyme or reason. “n-no. i don’t want them to see you like this either. i don’t want them to see your p-pussy or your pretty face when you orgasm. y-you’re mine.”

you sigh. that would be the sign to leave, to ditch the loser and move on, but ah, fuck, you’re close. any second now you’re going to cum all over his cock and you’ll make him clean you up. 

maybe you’ll give him one more chance. he’s a quick learner after all.

“yeah, ken. i’m yours. now, make me cum.”

he grabs hold of your face and smashes his lips to yours. clumsily and messily, he kisses you, shoving his tongue in just to taste you. you forgot he likes to kiss right before he cums. guess you do too because, at the same time like some shitty cliche, you two shudder against each other, skin slapping and juices flying.

“oh, fudge! t-thank you. thank you so much.” he’s wrapping his arms around you, suffocating you with his chest. good thing he practices good hygiene and actually smell good. much better than some of the other guys around, that’s for sure. another reason why you keep his clingy ass around. 

hot cum floods your panties and you curse the fact that you’ll have to dance with that mess between your legs. 

“yeah, yeah. hurry up and get on your knees. you know i like to cum at least three times before i party.”

nanami also looks good with your juices on those plump lips of his, oh and you do like it when his glasses fog up and he looks dazed with your taste. hmm, for a nerd, he is quite pretty, especially when those blond locks of his get all messy after you’ve had your way with him. if only he'd be better dressed and would pick up a sport or two.

“you have an exam tomorrow – maybe we should -hah- study for that.” not wasting any time in worming his tongue into your hole, he expertly hikes up your thigh over his broad shoulder, pressing his face up tight against your pussy, uncaring of the fact that his cum is mixing on his tongue.

you roll your eyes. “ugh, fine. but we’re fucking in your car before and after, alright?”

he smiles. your heart squeezes.

“good girl.”

“w-whatever.”

[voidmutt]

hold me, console me, and then i’ll leave without a trace

[summerlimeismethebrony]

UGH.