#i keep looking but ughhhh do I really want to start over??

[sealingknight]

I want to quit my job so bad

[beatrixstonehill2]

"Are they almost big enough?" Cheryl asked her boss, holding up her hefty, oversized breasts, oiled up for him.

"Hmmm, let me see." He poked and prodded them, squeezing her nipples, pulling on them until they dripped milk. "No, still too small."

"Ughhhh...... Mr. Hernandez, I don't know how much longer I can keep taking these pills you gave me. My boobs have ripped huge holes in all my tops and dresses...."

"I've noticed."

She blushed, holding them up eagerly for him. "I feel like they're really getting big now! Remember when I hit a EE-Cup and I thought I was big enough....?" She giggled nervously.

"Not going to lie, my dear, but you're still in a similar boat. I like my secretaries to have mammoth breasts. Ones so big you need to carry them to work in a wheelbarrow. I'm not joking, Missy."

"Oh.... I...... wow, that's so big! I have so much more work to do. I'm sorry to disappoint you. I had no idea you wanted my breasts that big! I was actually worried they would start getting too big for you.... after all, I mean, look at them...."

"They are looking quite large, Cheryl. But unless they're spilling over your lap to either side, so big if you sit on the floor you can put your laptop on them to work and your thermos. Ideally your breasts will get so big you won't need a desk, you can conduct your business from on top of them, even speak with clients as they come in. I trust you would not mind that, and yes, they would be bare."

"Oh! No trouble, Mr. Hernandez! Sir! My dresses and tops are already so ripped up from my breasts that they're spilling and falling out all day. Clients see them all the time. They even reach over my table and help me put them back in......"

"How thoughtful of them! Now, on your knees, let me give those fat tittites a nice fucking before the rush of clients we get at noon, I wouldn't want our loyal clientele seeing you if your breasts weren't covered in my cum, and they couldn't smell it on you like perfume, sweetheart."

"Oh, thank you so much! I won't disappoint you! I'll take double my normal dose, no, triple! My boobs will get so massive my old desk will look tiny! I don't really need to be able to walk anyway...."

"Good girl," he said, patting her head as she titfucked him, eager to not disappoint him, picturing her breasts weighing over 200lbs each, she salivated at the mere thought of how please he would be with her then.....

[queen-of-reptiles]

𝙼𝙰𝙼𝙰

description: in which harper calls y/n mama for the first time after you and mini finally move in together and no longer hold a relationship together via facetimes

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katrina gorry x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously.

warnings: this one is so cute - just fluffy learning how to co-parent ughhhh

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y/n laughed as she span Katrina once more, the woman laughing with her as she unpacked her final box. Harper was sat on the sofa watching with a wide smile.

Katrina and y/n had been together over a year now, the two having started dating January of 2023. Harper had never really known life without her, though she was aware she was not of relation to her.

Katrina, up until recently had been playing in Sweden, the couple keeping their relationship together with facetimes and quick flights over when they had any time.

However, Katrina had finally signed for y/n's team of four years West Ham United, and now the two were finally together full time, excitement had spread through them at the idea of actually fully starting a life together.

Katrina and Harper had arrived a week ago, their move yet to be announced, which gave them time to move the two Australians into y/n's apartment, a spacious three bed, due to the fact y/n had friends stay more often than not.

They were at their final box, unpacking Katrina's last bits of living items, Harper watching her mother and her mother's girlfriend dance as they did so.

"Come here monkey." y/n grinned, holding out her hands to Harper who grinned and squealed, standing up to grab y/n's hands and let the woman dance with her.

y/n cooed as Harper's little feet jumped on the sofa, the girl laughing as y/n danced with her, Katrina could feel her heart warm at the sight and smiled.

Harper jumped off the sofa, y/n helping her to the ground and the little girl ran at her mother, shouting excitedly as she jumped at her, Katrina chuckling and picking her daughter up.

"Hey Harps." Katrina smiled, kissing her daughter's cheek as y/n moved over.

Katrina smiled, pulling the woman by her top so she could steal a kiss from her lips, the Australian smiling into the kiss as the woman craned her neck up to reach her girlfriend.

Harper let out a squeak pushing their faces apart and pulling at y/n's hair, which was all she could reach while sat on her mother's hip. y/n laughed as she ducked down and pressed kisses over Harper's face.

The toddler bursts into laughter, giggling at the feeling and Katrina can feel her heart almost burst at how cute the scene is. The family they were becoming was all she ever wanted.

"I think, it's time for some dinner." y/n says as she takes Harper from Katrina. "What do you want Harps?" y/n asks her as the girl thinks.

"Chicken nuggets!" Harper squeals and y/n chuckles as Katrina sighs.

"I guess we could make a stop at McDonalds." Katrina hums and y/n looks at her with a grin.

"I won't tell if you don't?" y/n offers and Katrina grins before y/n moves to get her keys, Harper telling her in garbled words that she didn't want to get down from y/n's hip.

The three piled into the car, Katrina watching sweetly as y/n clipped Harper into her car seat and kissed her nose before shutting the door and turning to face Katrina.

"What?" y/n asked her, looking rather sheepish worried she had overstepped a boundary.

"I just, love you so much." Katrina smiles, moving in to press a kiss against her lover. "I'm so happy to be here." She says again.

y/n smiles against Katrina's lips, her head ducked so they could meet and her arms wrapped tightly around the woman, bringing her close so they could be in each other's tight holds.

"I'm so happy you're here." y/n promises her, pecking her lips once more before she moves around and opens the passenger door for Katrina who chuckles and steps into the car. y/n grinning as she got into the driver's seat.

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Katrina had settled in fantastically over the last few weeks, sinking into training easily, fans going crazy over the small bit of content they had recieved during her signing video.

Harper had joined, wearing her own shirt and number along with her mother, holding a mini mic which she shouted into in excitement when y/n had walked in.

The small girl running over with a wide grin and giggling when the woman grabbed her and lifted her into the air, before scooping her up in a tight hug.

Katrina and y/n were not a secret, the internet thought they were very cute, especially the clips of them after the Australia vs England game in the World Cup, where y/n's team had sadly knocked out Katrina's to get to the finals.

Currently the two were in bed, their first game since Christmas, in the WSL tomorrow against Tottenham. Katrina was settled onto y/n's shoulder, arms wrapped around her as she hummed happily.

The two were quiet, listening to the sound of London wind as y/n ran her hand down Katrina's face, occasionally pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"I'm so happy you're here." y/n murmured quietly, Katrina smiling into her shoulder.

"God, you're such a softie." Katrina tells her. "Scary big defender, all tall and chiselled, all you are is a great big softie." She continues and y/n chuckles.

"Only for you love." y/n tells her, leaning down to peck her lips.

Katrina grins into her shoulder, rolling her eyes as y/n tenses. The sound of small footsteps echo and the door is pushed open, a tearful Harper walking into view.

"Hi Baby." y/n smiles, sitting up and looking at the clock which read 11pm. "What's the matter?" y/n asks as Harper moves over, y/n quickly scooping her up.

"Bad dweam." Harper says, her little voice thick with sleep and sadness as she crawls over to her mother and pushes her head into her collarbone.

Katrina sighs and sits up, y/n doing the same as she wraps and arm around Katrina and brings the woman into her side, Harper balanced on her chest.

"It's okay. We're right here monkey." Katrina promises Harper. The girl sniffles, laying her tiny hand on Katrina's other shoulder.

"Why no cwothes?" She asks and y/n closes her eyes, sucking in a large breath as she tries not to laugh, Katrina's eyes widening in panic.

"We just got a little hot monkey, thought we would be cooler this way." y/n tells her, Harper now recovering from her bad dream and sitting up stretching her arms as she scoots over to y/n, arms raised.

"Off." Harper says before Katrina calls her name and sends her a pointed look. "Pwease." Harper adds and y/n chuckles, helping the girl take her top off, leaving her in her night nappy.

"Do you wanna stay here for the night?" y/n asks her, Katrina sending y/n a slightly pointed look as Harper nods and falls into y/n's chest.

The woman chuckles and leans over, switching her bedside lamp off as she settles down and brings Harper closer to the middle, so she was between the two.

"Night babe." y/n says as she pecks Katrina's lips. The woman humming into the sweet kiss. "Night baby." y/n then says, leaning down to press two kisses to Harper's cheek.

The toddler giggles tiredly before reaching out for her mother who presses a kiss to her other cheek, the girl then falling asleep quickly know she was safe.

"You're so good with her." Katrina whispers to y/n softly, knowing it was something y/n worried about.

"You think?" y/n asked worriedly and Katrina smiles.

"I know babe." Katrina promises before the two slowly drift into sleep.

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y/n panted as she ran after the ball, trying to fight her way through the wind which was becoming almost impossible to run against now, the ball was hardly staying down and as she approached the edge of the box, waiting for Kristie's corner she wasn't sure how this would go.

It was currently 4-4 and the 89th minute. It had been an incredibly eventful and busy game. y/n being kept very busy, especially considering they had lost Shannon due to a red card twenty minutes in.

That left three very stressed defenders of Kirsty, y/n and Hawa, Rihanne refusing to switch the formation leaving the three to fight as best they could.

Which unfortunately tonight was not the best. As they crowded around the box for the last attempt of the game, y/n watched as Kirstie kicked the ball while holding it so it didn't blow away.

Bethany England reached it first, heading it to y/n, who just swallowed and sent her foot through it, watching in shock as it skimmed Katrina's back, and into the goal.

The echo of the fans at Chigwell were nothing compared to Katrina shout of happiness as she ran at her girlfriend proud of her as the team barrelled on top of her.

Soon, y/n got them up, pushing them back to their places with a shake of her head as she walked back to her own, Mackenzie quickly racing out of her own goal to pick her up in a squeeze before running back.

The whistle blew two minutes later, West Ham fans screaming in excitement as the group cheered, relieved that they had moved further up the table and away from relegation with a big win.

y/n was laughing with Hawa as they walked over to Katrina, who was talking to Kristie with Harper on her hip. Harper smiled as she saw y/n, fighting to get down as she ran over.

"Mama, look at my shirt!" Harper cheered, turning around to show y/n's number and name which made the woman grin.

"Wow, don't you look so cool!" y/n smiles as Katrina walks over. y/n suddenly pauses. "Wait." y/n breathes. "What did you just call me?" She asks.

"Mama?" Harper asks, looking up at her. Katrina smiles, as if having seen this coming and y/n crouches as Harper places her small hands on y/n's cheeks.

"Okay baby." y/n smiles, pressing a kiss to Harper's head. "Okay." y/n nods as she picks her up.

"Don't cwy mumma." Harper tells her and y/n lets out a tearful laugh as she wipes a few tears away.

"No, of course not." y/n chuckles at the girl, smiling softly as she presses another kiss to her head and Katrina smiles, moving over to join them.

"Macca!" Harper calls and y/n chuckles, placing Harper down who ran to the Australian goalkeeper, the woman picking her up with a smile and cheer.

"She called me mama." y/n said to Katrina who smiles softly, leaning up and pressing a loving kiss to y/n.

"I told you that you were good with her." Katrina smiles and y/n laughs, picking up Katrina with a wide grin, the woman's legs wrapping around y/n's waist as she spun with her.

"She called me mama!" y/n cheered again and Katrina laughed.

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this is a cute one because god bless that woman!

[imaniwriting]

Hi, I think u said that some requests like got deleted or smth. anyway I had a request where it’s Rafe x reader and like he has to leave for a meeting that’s last minute and he was like hanging out with his girlfriend, the reader, and his friend and like he pulls him into another room and gets SUPER overprotective. saying stuff like ‘she gets a scratch, she catches a fever, anything happens I’ll kill u’. I saw it in another tv show and ughhhh 😩😩😩 anyway maybe the reader gets hurt or smth, idk u can add a little bit of ur own twist 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 thx

(Love overprotective!rafe)

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 (Request are open)

Warnings : overprotective!Rafe, swearing, topper and kelce being a bad influence (let me know if i missed any)

Summary : when Rafe leaves to take care of business he makes it clear not to get you hurt.

Genre : mostly fluff

You were currently at the beach with Rafe and his friend’s topper and kelce. You were trying to learn how to surf by the help of Rafe but let’s just say you are not a fast learner.

“Fuck they calling me for.” Rafe asked himself while picking up his phone when it started ringing you guys were currently having a break and sat at the beach bar.

Rafe had his arm wrapped around your waist, glaring at any boy who stared at you too long. He knew he shouldn’t have let you leave with the tiny bikini you had on. But he promised he could fight if it came to it.

“What do you want Barry im busy” he said in an harsh tone annoyed. His eyes scanned you while Barry was talking on the other line he rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath before replying “I’ll be there”

You were obvious to the and still were eating your burger he had bought for you. “Baby, I gotta go i’ll see you later i need to take care of something” he said with a bitter tone to his voice he didn’t want to leave you in the first place.

You looked up at him in confusion “what why?” You asked. “I don’t know Barry told me he needed me stay away from the water till i’m back I won’t be long” he said getting up from his chair.

You nodded and he kissed your lips before handing you his credit card “ if you want to buy anything else do that just don’t go into the water without me” he said making you grin “don’t worry baby is won’t” you reassured him before he abruptly turned to topper and Kelce.

“I swear to god if anything happens to her, a cut, a bruise i will kill both of you slow and painful” he whispered in a low voice so that you couldn’t hear him. He then turned to you smiled and walked over to his car.

Soon after you had finished eating and went back to your towel. Closely followed by topper and kelce. “Damn I really wanted to keep on surfing.” You said sitting down on the towel. Topper shrugged “you can.” He said making you shake your head “rafe told me I should stay away from the water till he’s back.” You explained.

“So what he’s your dad now or what? You can do whatever you want” said kelce making topper nod. “For real though he wont even know.” He tried to convince you which worked rather fast. “Maybe one wave wont hurt.” You said standing up with the surf boat in your hand.

Topper nodded and walked with you to the shore. “Here we go” you whispered to yourself. Before running into the water. You stepped on your surf board that Rafe had customized for you when he heard you wanted to learn how to surf.

But before you could prepare for the wave it hit you knocking you off the surfboard but your eye hit the edge of the surfboard making you yelp before hitting the large body of water.

Topper and kelce saw that and panicked quickly running in to get you before contemplating whether they should tell Rafe or not. You were already sat back on your towel with an ice pack. “Dude if we tell him he’ll kill us!” Said Kelce while staring at you you found the whole situation rather amusing. “It’s not that deep kelce why are you so on the edge?” You asked laughing not knowing what rafe had told them before he left.

“Look y/n when he comes just act normal and act like you are just hot thats why you have the ice pack.” You shrugged and nodded not caring really.

Not long after Rafe made his way over to you who was eating an ice cream. He smiled before noticing the dampness of your hair. He looked at the surf board and realized that it was also wet.

“Hey baby,” he started but stopped when he saw the ice pack on your face. His relaxed expression was quickly replaced by anger. “What happened?” He asked grabbing your hand and gently removing the ice pack only to reveal a bruised eye.

His eyes snapped to topper and kelce who were rubbing their necks trying to ignore the stare he was sending them. “Let’s have a talk shall we guy’s?” He asked with fake enthusiasm while grabbing their arms.

Let’s just say that day topper and kelce returned with two bruised eyes.

[mrvlbimbo]

ughhhh eddie having a nightmare where his gf leaves him only for him to wake up with her drooling all over his arm in her sleep 🥺

“Ugh you’re such a freak, Munson. We’re done,” her words snapped through him like a bullet.

“Please babe, where is this coming from?” He asks, distraught and defeated.

Somewhere deep down he always knew he wasn’t good enough for her but the longer she stayed, his insecurity lessened. He thought maybe they really were meant for each other, he never expected her to do this.

She cackled at his words, a far cry from her usual sweet giggles. He had never heard the acrid sound out of her mouth, it made his stomach turn. “Please, you seriously thought someone like you could be with someone like me?”

“I know I’m not the most popular. But I love you baby, that’s gotta count for something,” he pleaded, going the whole nine yards and getting on his knees to beg.

“I never want to see you again. Not as my boyfriend, not even to buy weed from. Stay the fuck away from me,” she spat, pushing him over from his kneeling position infront of her.

The ground started to crumble around him, bits and chunks giving way to a blank void beneath. The sounds of her chilling laughter echoed through his mind.

He woke startled, hot tears still falling down his cheeks. He was quick to settle down though when he realized his girlfriend was still asleep.

She rested peacefully, head on his bicep. So peacefully that drool seeped out of the corner of her mouth.

She had the most pleasant expression on her face. If he wasn’t worried about waking her he would be kissing every plane of her face and thanking whatever higher power that his nightmare was untrue.

Luckily, he didn’t have to worry about that for long. Almost as if she could feel his unease, her eyes fluttered open and met his. “Baby. What’s wrong?” She cooed, instantly noticing something was off.

The tears continued to flow, his only reprise was pulling her tightly to his chest so she could hear his rapidly beating heart. “I love you so much,” he sobbed, kissing her forehead over and over again likely to the point where it became excessive.

She tilted her head up, grabbing his face in her hands. “I love you too, but why are you crying?” She asked, punctuating her words with a soft kiss to his jaw.

“I had a nightmare,” he admitted, hiccuping slightly with the force of holding back sobs.

“Aww. My poor baby. What do you need from me?” she asked sweetly, pulling his head to rest on her chest the way she knew he loved.

“Just stay,” he murmured and wrapped his arms around her in turn, already satiated by the comfortable and familiar position.

“Ed’s. It’s three in the morning, I’m not going anywhere,” she giggled, playing with a strand of his soft fluffy hair.

“No. Stay forever. I never wanna loose you,” he admitted, his eyes fluttering shut as her fingers ran over a particularly sensitive spot on his head.

“Is that what your dream was about?” She asked, grabbing his jaw in her other hand and tilting his eyes up to look at her.

He nodded his head. Usually he would be embarrassed but she was giving him the most gentle look. He just wanted to freeze this moment and keep it in a bottle for whenever he felt insecure about his relationship, seeing that love in her eyes would chase away his doubts.

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honeysuckle’s & huckleberry’s

Joel (41) / F!reader (25) | 4.7k | wip | explicit | 18+ minors dni | enemies to lovers | slow burn | au: no cordyceps outbreak

Ranch hand Joel doesn’t know how to handle the return of his bosses prodigy daughter, her snarky attitude or her sinfully tight jeans.

a/n: hi guys!! I’m fresh off finishing east side of sorrow and couldn’t wait to hop into this work. I can not thank everyone enough for the fun we had with esos, but i am beyond stoked to meet this joel because i am ferallllll for him all dirty on a ranch with a cowboy hat on a horse ughhhh, give it to me already. anyways, let me know if you like it 🤍 thank you to @sawymredfox for letting me idea dump on you and give me all kinda of ideas! i love you to pieces! this ones for you my dear!

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Pt. 1: Oklahoma Smokeshow

Half a mile from the turnpike, two miles from home, along the winding and twisting asphalt of Cold Creek road, Joel Miller rasps his gloved hand against the steering wheel of the Rising Sun Ranch’s newly bought—second (maybe fifth?) hand old pickup truck. A beat up nineties chevy with rust on the floorboard and a new-car tree hanging from the rearview mirror. Beside him, his brother Tommy bounces his knee while he takes a long drag off his second cigarette since this drive started. The smoke plumes through the window, then back inside when the chill outside pushes the hot smoke back into the cab, whirling around Joel's senses like it belongs there. The smell is insufferable and makes Joel’s skin crawl, takes him to a time before ropers scars and belt buckles.

“Know that shit’s gon’ kill you, right?” He doesn’t need to look over at his brother's form beside him to know the younger man is anxious, like he usually is on long car rides. “You used to do it too, big brother.” Joel scuffs at him, keeps his one gloved hand on the wheel as he keeps on driving. He’s not wrong, if he wants to talk about the Joel of ten years ago, a distant, ragged and angry version of himself. “Don’t remind me.” He keeps his eyes fixed on the snow coated road ahead of him. He’s cautious at this time of the year, the winter storms usually leave them stranded on the ranch for a few weeks, but he’s lucky enough to have caught the dark clouds before they started to let down too much. The salt on the roads seem to do the trick for the time being, so long as he stays away from the embankment and keeps his eyes on the dimming road ahead.

It was mid day, but the sun sets early in the winter, so it hangs low in the sky amongst the cold abyss, like it’s desperately reaching out for the horizon—like it wants to run from this place too. He looks ahead and silently wishes to himself that he could follow those last rays of sunshine into tomorrow, like maybe he would find something there.

He shakes the thought and sets his mind back on track, why they were out here. “When we get back to the ranch, you need to find a way to apologize to Miss Lou. She really was just tryin’ to be helpful, Tommy. She ain’t wrong for that.” Louise had always been more than welcoming and kind to them, she’s saved their asses more than once and she feeds them more than she needs to, but his brother can never seem to let a good thing be, always biting the hand that attempted to feed him.

“Don’t like it when people go through my shit, man, you know that.” He’s nearly done with his cigarette, thank fuck because Joel wants to grab it from his hand himself and chuck it out the window. “She wasn’t goin’ through your stuff, dipshit, she was doin’ your laundry! Doesn’t give you any right to snap at someone like that. Especially a nice lady who’s husband give’s us a dollar in our pocket and a roof over our heads. Do you have any Idea where we’d be without that?”

It cuts deep because Tommy flicks his butt out the window and sinks down in his seat, he knows Joel is right because they are incredibly lucky to be where they are now. They would probably never find somewhere as appealing as their little shared hunting cabin a half mile from the main house. “Hank ain’t happy,” he adds, like Tommy doesn’t already know that after the argument that led to them leaving. “We wouldn’t be out in a goddamned snow storm for fuckin’ flowers if Hank was happy.”

Joel finally glances over, but when he does, it’s at the bouquet of flowers sitting beside him on the bench seat. “Doesn’t matter, you still need to apologize—to both of them. We wouldn’t have shit if it weren’t for them—“ they wouldn’t, they were on their last leg, hitchhiking across half the country when they found an ad outside of the feed store in Jackson looking for a ranch hand in exchange for room and board. Joel gave them two for the price of one and the rest was history. Tommy makes an annoyed sound and interrupts. “Joel, what's that?” Directly in front of them, on the side of the road caught in an embankment is a little blue car sunk all the way down to the lug nuts. It doesn’t look like the person lost control, but they just drove into the embankment.

This road isn’t frequented and the cell service is spotty, but the taillights on the car tell him there's someone inside. “I’m stoppin’ to help,'' Joel informs him, but Tommy shifts and rolls his eyes—he’s never been the humanitarian type. “Why? I’m sure they can pay for a tow truck. Besides, if they are stupid enough to get stuck in an embankment, they can suffer.” Usually, Joel would agree, but the closer they get to Christmas, the more that iced over heart of his starts to thaw out.

Joel stops the truck on the road and leaves it running while he looks over at his brother. “Ain’t leavin’ nobody stuck out here in this storm, even if they’re stupid. They won't make it through the night.” He shuts the door behind him and stuffs his hands into his pockets. An agitated gust of air leaves his lungs in the form of cloudy condensation amongst the snowfall. He walks up to the car, leaning down so he can glance inside without getting too close. Through the fogged window, he can make out the figure of a woman leaned against the steering wheel, her face casted by her hair hanging all around while she slumps her head against the wheel. Stupid—stupid girl. What the hell is she doing way out here?

He rasps against the window and she jolts just as Tommy comes up behind him, finally having left the comfort of the truck cab. “S’a girl, should have guessed.” Tommy interjects with a crude tone, thankfully before she rolls the window down. She looks a little scared and a lot embarrassed, her eyes are red like she’s been crying her heart out. It doesn’t make Joel sad, it makes him uncomfortable. Emotions make his skin crawl, make him uneasy. He doesn’t handle people crying well, he doesn’t know how to react to it, what he should say or do.

“You need someone to pull you out?” He asks, trying his best to sound mellow tempered and helpful. He’s not, but he won't be able to sleep tonight if he has to drive by the coroner unsticking her frozen body from the seats in the morning. “I’m so sorry—I was checking my phone because my mom texted me and I didn’t see the corner—“ stuck in the snow because she was on her fucking phone? “You hit a snow embankment because you were textin’? You dim or somethin’, girl?” She gives him a hard glance, eyebrows pulled together tightly. “I’m not dim, but I can tell you’re dense.”

Tommy scuffs from beside him and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’ll grab the chain,” he tells his brother as he heads towards the truck. “I’m gonna pull you out, but after that you’re on your own, kid. This storm is just starin’, might be smart if you headed back to whatever city you blew in from.”

She’s the furthest thing from appreciative when Joel hooks a chain to the frame of her car and the hitch on the front of the old red chevy. When she gets out of the little blue car, Joel gets the full extent of how unprepared she is for a full on impending whiteout snowstorm. Her pants have rips and holes, like they are meant to be there, no way they are offering any kind of protection from the chill. Her boots have a three inch heel like she’s walking along some new york sidewalk with a tiny dog in her arms. She has a jacket, fur lining the hood and yet she’s still shaking like it all does nothing to protect her from the snow.

“Thank you for doing this, but I really could have called a tow truck or something. They probably would have been a lot nicer about it.” Her voice is dripping with disdain when he stands upright again. “You want nice, or you want to be dead? Because there ain’t no company sending a driver out here when were forecasted to get two feet overnight.”

She puts her hands on her hips in an attempted threatening manner, like that might scare Joel into an apology when she looks like an angry child who didn’t get their way. Joel hated people like this, too good for the world with their nose up in the air. He turns around to head back to the truck when he spots the piles of boxes in her back seat. Great—another fuckin’ know it all who think’s living out here is romantic and rustic. “You movin’ out here somewhere? You know there ain’t a mall for like, a hundred and fifty miles, right?”

She’s irritated now, with all the rude comments Joel is throwing her way—but he doesn’t care because the last thing this place needs is more city people thinking they can tame this untouched land. It shouldn’t bother him, because how long could she really last out here anyways? With those three inch heels and clothes fit for a concrete jungle, not muddy plains and cattle. She won't make it a month out here in the dead of winter.

“Just pull my car out, or leave me be, because the last thing I need right now is to get harassed by some old dumb fuck cowboy.” Dumb cowboy? Old? Like he’s the fucking moron out here in the middle of a blizzard in a car with bald ass tires and pants with holes in them. Maybe he should fucking leave, let her strand around trying to find a signal to call a tow company that wont come. “You know what?” Teach her a lesson, maybe then she’ll learn this place isn’t for people like her. With her done up hair and makeup—she’s pretty, unnaturally so—like she’s trying to damn hard to look that good—god damnit—“walk around in those stupid fucking shoes and see if you can find your own way out,” he leans down and undoes the hook under her car roughly. “Come on Tommy, were out of here.” She stomps her foot in the snow and starts to pace back to her car.

Joel makes his way back to the truck and unhooks the chain from the front. He’s had a long fucking day of taking care of his idiot bothers problems and he doesn’t have the patience to help some girl who doesn’t know what’s good for her.

“Hey, big brother.” It’s Tommy’s voice in his ears when he finally closes the door behind himself, huffing in discontent as he puts it in gear. “What.” He snaps, backing away from the stuck car and those sinfully tight jeans on that tight little—mother fucking son of a bitch, stop it!—he cant stand people like her, fucking with his head and getting under his skin. The type of girls who have looked him up and down and laughed in his face at the thought of someone like him being up to standard for someone like them. That snot nosed brat can sit in the snow, for all he cares.

“No need to get all hostile at me, man—I’m just checkin’ on ya. You’re all red and pissy, and nothin’ gets you all worked up like that.” He shrugs beside him with a cocky sort of snort. “I mean, unless—“ Joel jerks on the wheel and sneers over at his brother. “Drop it. Not another fucking word or I’ll leave you here too.”

Tommy’s jaw snaps shut and he looks out the passenger window, the radio playing quietly while the storm picks up, and the road carries on. Joel doesn’t think about what he’s done, only how his knee bounces and his hands flex the whole way back to the ranch. How his heart pounds and his blood rushes and it makes his head throb.

When they pull into the muddy drive, he shuts off the truck and turns towards his brother and the bouquet of flowers. “You really need to mean it when you talk to them, I’m serious. They are nice people who’ve looked out for us for two years. We owe them that, at least.” His little brother seems serious when he nods, so Joel passes him the flowers and heads inside. They have sacrificed so much to help Joel and Tommy. They’d been through dark winters with them, when they lost half the herd to the cold and Joel spent the night in the barn with what was left to make sure they all stayed upright and dry. They’ve all had empty bellies at night, didn’t have two nickels to rub together between the four of them and they’ve stood by each others sides through it. They’ve seen Tommy lose his shit a few times, too—so they know he’s capable of coming back from it. He just hopes this time wasn’t too far—Tommy had yelled at her for simply washing his clothes for him.

When the door to the big white farm house creaks open, Joel steps inside to the warm scent of roast in the oven and potatoes on the stove, Hank in his recliner with the newspaper in his hand and his reading glasses on while the game plays in the background. Hank was a large man, kind of chubby in the joyous kind of way, kind eyes and balding on the top. He laughs a lot, but he takes no shit while he’s at it.

“Kitchen,” Joel directs Tommy, who makes his way to the conjoining room where Louise was probably busy cooking dinner. Joel makes his way over to the couch across from Hank, who drops his paper and gives Joel a long look. “You talk to him?” He nods his head and glances down at his snowy boots. “He’s been real anxious all day. Storm comin’ in is messin’ with him and he knows it's no excuse to snap at anyone. He’s in there apologizin’.”

The older man nods at him and glances over his shoulder where Joel can barely see Tommy handing her the bouquet. “She was really shaken up over it, I hate seeing her so upset. She’s been excited all day and trying to make the house looks nice. I think it was just a misunderstanding, but don’t give him any excuse to yell at her like that.”

Joel twists his hands around and looks up at Hank who wears a solemn expression. “I know, I’m real sorry, Hank.”

The man across from him sigh, then offers a faint smile as he stands from his chair. “It’s alright. You boys are like family, families fight—it happens. Lets get some dinner, forget about all this mess, alright?” Joel is thankful for the reason to drop the conversation and stands with the older man as they head towards the kitchen. Louise and Tommy are talking quietly, smiling at each other until she reaches out and embraces him in a soft looking hug. It's an ease on Joel’s wound tight mind, thinking Tommy had finally thrown a wrench in the only good thing they’ve had in ten years.

Dinner is delicious, savory roast that he can dip soft bread in, let is soak up all the juice that he tries and fails to not get all over his beard. When his bowl is empty and his stomach feels distended, he leans back in his chair and sighs contently. “That was amazing, Miss Lou—I don’t know how you do it.” The smile she gives him isn’t like one of her usuals, it’s slightly saddened and disheartened when she looks across the table at him. For a moment, he worries that Tommy’s words are getting to her again. “Everythin’ okay?” He sits up a little in his chair.

“I'm a little worried. Our daughter was on her way home from college today, she’s finally graduated and she called me this morning to tell me she’d be home before supper, so I made her favorite.” She looks towards the window. “The storm is getting worse, I’m worried her little car wont make it,” Joel’s whole stomach lurches into his throat and he nearly throws up in his hands. “I told you we should have gotten her a truck, Hank, you know she’s not the best driver in snow.”

Fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck!—he’s such a fucking idiot. He knew she was coming home today, Lou has been talking about it for weeks, the impending return of the prodigy child, home with a degree to save the ranch—or whatever it is that she was doing. He’d heard them talk about her so many times, she was all brains and no know-how, Hank always talked about how clumsy and awkward she was, but how brilliant her mind was at the same time. He’d always questioned how uncoordinated she really was, based on the photos of her as a young woman roping in the rodeo. Fuck—he should have recognized her... “What’s her name again?” Tommy asks like he has no fucking clue Joel is losing his ever loving shit right now. They left her stranded on the side of the road in the middle of this damn snow storm. He hears Louise say her name but it doesn’t register because he feels like he’s on fire and drownings at the same time. “But everyone’s always called her Honey. Since she was a little little thing. She was always so ornery and stubborn until one day she got into a bee box and got covered in bee stings. Ever since that day she was so sweet, so we started calling her Honey.” Lou has this soft smile and all Joel can think about is how he’d told her to crawl back to whatever city she came from in her stupid fucking shoes. “She’s got a real mouth on her till something puts her straight.” Hank chuckles and Joel abruptly stands from his seat.

“I’m finished, I can go out and have a look incase she got stuck somewhere.” He slings on his jacket, but Tommy is still eating and doesn’t think much of it—dumb ass. “Are you sure? She’s probably fine, she knows better than to get caught out in these storms, she probably got a hotel in town.” Joel shakes his head at them and throws on his thick Carhartt jacket that Hank gave him his first winter here after watching him shiver in the fields. “I’m sure, it’s gettin’ bad, just gonna make sure she ain’t stuck somewhere.” Joel makes his way out the door quickly, grabbing the keys to the truck that they had given to him—“how are you supposed to manage a ranch if you don’t have a way to get around?”

He starts up the old chevy and it fires to life despite the snow coming down in heaps now. He’s worried about the road back to her car, about the probably eight inches lining the long driveway, but he throws it in four wheel drive and tries his damndest to get through it because despite all the things stacking up against him, his biggest worry is the police finding her frozen to death in the morning and her parents faces when they find out it was Joel who abandoned her there to die. God—he’s such a prick.

The road is slippery and tricky, a winding snow covered path along the hillside leading towards Jackson. It takes him twenty minutes in this blizzard to get there, all he can think about the entire time is the half freezing girl hiding in her car and the warm food in his belly that was meant for her. He stops the truck when he gets to the car, the lights are off and it looks abandoned—his gut lurches again, what if he’s already too late? Two hours have passed since he left her stranded and the sun has set now, real cold is creeping in.

He jumps out of the truck and walks up to the window. He can't see inside because the glass is fogged, so she has to be alive in there. He knocks on the window and the door jerks against the cold. “Hey,” he pulls the door open more, she’s sitting in the driver seat, pale and shaking with a small blanket pulled around her to keep in some warmth. The look she gives him could kill a man if he didn’t feel like he was already going to die the second you tell your parents that he left you there.

“Y-Your conscious f-finally get to y-you, asshole?” She’s absolutely shaking, her fingers look purple. “I’m so sorry—C’mon, it’s warm in the truck.” He reaches for her hand, but she snaps it away from him like he might burn her. “I c-can get o-out on my own.” She can and does, wobbles on her too tall heels and starts to head towards the running truck. Joel grabs the door for her and she sneers at him—yeah, yeah—he deserves that. He closes the door behind her and runs over to the other side. When he jumps in, she’s got her hands pressed against the heater while she relishes in the welcomed heat.

He pulls away from her trapped car, he’ll come back for it when the snow has cleared up a little bit, but for now—it’s too dangerous to try and yank it out just for it to get stuck in the road because it has no traction. It's ten agonizing minutes of silence while Joel taps his fingers against the steering wheel, trying his damndest to keep a close eye on the woman beside him. She’s warming herself up and thawing out that burning rage Joel knows is inside of her. When they get closer to the driveway, she starts to fire off. “You takin’ me to some backwoods shack to tie me up and keep me?” He scoffs and looks out the windshield, trying to keep the truck steady in the snow.

“If I was going to tie up and keep some girl, I’d make sure she was less bitchy.” She growls at him, growls lowly and it actually does the job, makes his skin prick in goosebumps while he drives. “Wouldn’t be so bitchy if you didn’t leave me on the side of the road. You know I could have died, right?” He is painfully, agonizingly aware of that fact. “I came back, didn’t I?” The driveway is in view, a long fenced path up to the old farm house. “How’d you know I was comin’ here?” Her voice is a tad quieter now, less abrasive on his ears.

“Cus’ I’m comin’ here too.” He says quietly, halfway hoping it won't reach her ears, but her mom was right—she is quick, smart too. “You’re Joel, aren’t you?” She laughs menacingly, crossing her arms across her body and her left leg over her right with a scoff. “You know, my parents said it was Tommy I wouldn’t like. Said you were this big southern gentlemen.” She laughs a little harder, looking over at Joel. “They were half worried they’d have to chase me out of your bed, that you were right up my alley. My daddy said you were the type to charm any woman’s pants off. Guess they don’t know you like they thought they do, huh? Under all that chivalrous facade is just another self centered, selfish cowboy.”

Joel shuts off the truck and glances over at her. “Look, I’m real sorry. First impressions aren’t my strong suit, got a thing for people who don’t belong out here. Didn’t know you were their kid. Would’ve pulled your car out if I’d known.” She opens the door of the cab and steps out into the snow. “So you’re only a good person when someone’s lookin’, I’ll keep that in mind, dickhead.”

She slams the door and storms off towards the house while Joel slumps against the wheel with his head in his hands. Fuck…if it’s not Tommy risking their welcome, their jobs, then it was him, making an absolute ass of himself in-front of the bosses daughter. The bosses fiery, too good—too good looking—

“Son of a bitch!”

—

He gets into the house ten minutes after she does, his hands stuffed in his pockets and half expecting her parents to kick him out right then and there. He pretty much told her to fuck off and left her to freeze to death. There’s no doubt in his mind that they would have found her dead in the morning, the temperature was below freezing already.

To his surprise, it's quiet when he gets inside. Hank and Louise are in the dining room with their daughter, laughing and smiling and surprised to see her, to see her with Joel. “And he just found you there?” She looks so…so..chipper standing there beside her dad with her arm on his shoulder while he sits at the table. “Yep, got my car stuck because I was texting, I know—not bright.” She sounds so fucking fake and dramatic in her tone, Joel’s hands flex and unflex. “And I couldn’t get out and find a signal because of my stupid fucking shoes. I probably would have died there if not for…good ol’ Joel.” She cocks her head with this shit eating grin on her face that makes Joel's gut clench up and his heart pound.

This fucking bitch—is she blackmailing him right now? In those stupid fucking pants and that top he’s finally getting a glimpse at—and then…shit…

Look at you…just—his brain is going haywire right now. He hates your fucking guts right about now but his brain makes other notes about your guts and its desire to be in them—and that tight ass shirt with your tits just pourin’ out of it—Jesus CHRIST, Joel, get it together here.

He shakes his head, bites the inside of his cheek and meets your eyes, everyone else is looking at you, but you’re looking at him, fully aware of the way his eyes just ate your body up for dessert until he was stuffed. “Real winner you guys have here, mom and dad…real winner.”

If there’s one thing Joel is certain of, it’s that he is in big, big fucking trouble.

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Could you use this ask for the next cal update 🥺 I’d feel special

i hear you baby

can’t afford love | myg (m) #8

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the only sounds now are ragged breathing

yoongi’s forehead on your shoulder

dick still buried deep in you

cum leaking out of you 🥴

it takes him a few more moments before he pulls away to look at you. “you okay?” he whispers, using the pad of his thumb to smooth out the scrunch between your brows

you nod and reach behind you on the table to grab a few tissues

he silently takes them from you as he pulls out and does his best to clean you up but to no avail

he leaves and then comes back wearing his boxers and he’s back with proper supplies to clean whatever has dripped onto the floor

all while you sit there

legs spread

fucked out

robe hanging off one shoulder which still exposes your breast that he was fondling not too long ago

after he’s cleaned it all, he tugs your robe back over your shoulder and helps you off the table

he starts cleaning the rest of the table in silence and so do you but he stops you, tells you to go wash up

you stare at him for a few seconds before listening

you go to quickly wash up and come back

by then the table has been cleaned

you start doing the dishes whilst he goes to get dressed

after you’ve finished the dishes, he peeks around the door of the kitchen. “is jun going to daycare tomorrow or is he still not well?”

you shrug your shoulders. “he’s doing a lot better, just needs to finish his antibiotics. i’ll bring him to daycare but they really can’t forget to make him take his medication.”

he slowly nods and walks further into the kitchen

“how are you feeling?” he asks, leaning against the counter opposite of you

you turn around and drape the damp towel over your shoulder. “hm,” you hum. “i feel good.”

he chuckles at your response and tilts his head to the side. “are you uh,” he pauses to look around. “gonna keep me updated?”

you frown and cross your arms. “what do you mean?”

“i mean whether you’re pregnant or not.”

oh.

you nod your head. “of course. and i can’t wait to see the look on jun’s face when he finds out he’s gonna have a sibling soon.”

yoongi nods and rubs his smooth chin with his fingers. “me too but uh…”

he’s been acting strange

???

whats up with him?

“jesus, just spit it out, yoongi.”

“have you told your mom?”

???

“told her what?”

he stares at you like you’re supposed to know but when you don’t budge, he decides to speak

“that you’re actively trying to get pregnant by your ex husband.”

oh.

right.

that.

“of course,” you say, rolling your eyes. “i just don’t tell her when i’m doing it for obvious reasons.”

he scrunches up his nose at the thought and then stares at the floor, deep in thought

you finish putting away the last of the dishes and you turn to him. “are you gonna stay for dinner? jun would be really happy.”

yeah and you too.

shut UP.

he seems to be thinking about it but with a few more cute blinks at him, he finally accepts

you then spend some time together on the couch, watching some things on tv

occasionally talking about jun

and work

and it’s nice :(

after about 2-3 hours pass, you rise to your feet, talking about how you should start cooking

“let me help you with dinner.” he rises to his feet

oh no

no

again:

too domestic

“oh, no, it’s fine. just–”

“don’t think i haven’t noticed you wobbling ever since i fucked you on that table. quit being stubborn and let me help.”

UGHHHH

why does he have to be like this

so

BLUNT

well to be fair

it’s one of the reasons why you were attracted to him

you hand him an apron and put one on yourself

he puts it on whilst you go to grab a cutting board for him

you make a space for him to start cutting vegetables

YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO COOK YOU’RE JUST DOING WHATEVER TO MAKE IT SEEM LIKE YOU’RE CALM AND COLLECTED

he goes to wash his hands and takes a knife from the knife holder before starting to cut the vegetables

you gave him the workspace opposite of you so he’s not close to you

cause his proximity will only distract you

you start boiling water

and the best idea you’ve got right now is just some good ole spaghetti

you wait until it boils and then you add the uncooked pasta

you notice it might not be enough for the three of you

cause jun is gonna wanna eat when he gets back

and jun sure can put it away

you’re not sure where he gets it from because his father isn’t a big eater

but anyway

you remember having an extra pack of spaghetti in the top cabinet

on the highest shelf

so you open the cabinet

reach for it on your tippy toes

your fingertips graze it but it moves back and now you can’t reach it anymore

just as you’re about to cuss

a presence behind you almost makes your heart shout out of your throat

he rests his hand on your waist as he reaches for the pack of spaghetti

chest pressed into your back

breath fanning over your ear and neck

😂😂😂😂😂😂

so funny

😐

“here,” he says, quietly as he hands you YOUR BIGGEST ENEMY

damn this stupid pack of pasta

“thanks,” you mumble as you take it from him

he’s gone just as quickly as he came, returning to cutting the carrots and onions

you let out a deep breath, one you hadn’t even realized you were holding

this is gonna be a long day

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“are you willing to stay here while i go to pick up jun from my mom?”

he quickly nods as he settles on the couch. “of course.”

you nod and hand him the tv remote. “i won’t be long.”

but

life isn’t on your side

speak of the devil

your phone buzzes

from: mom

‘Are you home?’

why is she asking that?

hmm…

you respond with a quick ‘yes’

just as you’re walking out of the living room in your robe that you’re completely naked under….the doorbell rings

you glance at the door and then back at yoongi who is equally confused

you wrap the robe tighter around you and open the door

just to see

your mom

in her nurse clothes

holding jun

and your heart drops straight to your ass

“mom? wha–”

“work called, there’s an emergency and i need to–”

she stops when her eyes land on yoongi

fuck.

“oh?” she says as she glances at your lack of clothes and then back at yoongi

he gets up to greet her and then takes jun from her

“it’s lovely to see you. what are you doing here?” she asks yoongi with the biggest smile on her face

fuckfuckfuck

she’s always liked yoongi

but now she's ruining everything

he then blinks a few times in confusion and glances at you

busted.

you don’t know how else to tell your mom that your exhusband is here WITHOUT your son being here too

fuck

just

lie

LIE!!

“we’ve started talking again and we’re just seeing where this takes us, okay?” you quickly say, ignoring the burn of yoongi’s eyes on the side of your face

you messed up.

she slowly nods and then rubs yoongi’s shoulder. “glad to have seen you again.”

she then turns to jun and kisses his cheeks which he giggles at before she waves at you and disappears down the hall

you slowly close the door and yoongi gently puts jun down, watching as he wobbles to the living room and reaches for his toy box

the silence is unbearable

even with jun making noise

it’s like the entire building has gone quiet

yoongi turns to you with a frown and a tilted head

fuck

here it comes

he parts his lips

and his words almost make your knees buckle

“you lied to me?”

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The Yakuza daughter! S/o x Gun basically made me fangirl as I imagine them being a power couple lol. I now wonder if you got part 2 in that like Goo just discover Gun ring on his hand and a photo of his fiancée/wife in his photo (I just imagine that he took a photo of s/o in a lingerie lol)

Ughhhh Sam, this idea is too fun. Here's a much much quicker follow up with a lot less Yakuza-ness (sorry 🙇🏻‍♀️).

Gun Park x Reader: After I do (feat Goo)

Goo finds out. Follow up to 'I do' fic here

"How was Japan?"

Goo watches Gun washing the blood from his hands. Something about Gun has changed. He seems... different. Goo couldn't quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was Japan. Maybe it's the guy just being a freakshow as per usual.

Gun side-eyes him. The response is clipped, short, singular.

"Fine."

"Not like you to take an extended leave."

"..."

The lack of answer doesn't deter Goo, all too used to his partner's silence. "Business or personal?"

"..."

"Anything I should worry about?"

"..."

"Are you planning anything?"

"..."

"Did you pick up my Sanrio-"

Gun thrusts his hands in the dryer, the blasts of air drowning out Goo's incessant questioning. Unfortunately, this doesn't last long enough. Nothing ever does once the blonde's curiousity is piqued.

As soon as the whirring stops, Goo opens his mouth once again and Gun finally responds. "No, no and no. Shut up."

Hmph. Looks like Goo won't get anything else from this asshole. With a glint in his eye, he asks his final question, "You owe me for covering your duties. Was Crystal always this annoying?"

Gun reluctantly smiles. "Yes."

.

.

"What does our big bad boss want?"

Gun scans his phone. The message from just moments ago wasn't anything of significance to their mission. Although. The selfie of you in a seductive pose and risque underwear might be a distraction.

He appreciates it for a beat longer then locks the device. "It's not our boss."

That's the end of that conversation. Or so he thought.

"Huh?" Goo's eyes dart over to him with increasing frequency and the car starts to swerve.

Gun will not die by his hand because this fucking maniac can't keep his eyes on the road. Begrudgingly, he elaborates, "It's personal."

The blonde's eyes bulge out at this admission, "During work hours? Who wants to text a mean bastard like you?"

For fuck's sake. Can't this fucking idiot ever mind his own business.

Goo continues, "Who the hell would even want to be friends with you? I hope you're not plotting anything against me..." A malicious snicker, "Or are you dating? You should introduce me to them, they must be a firecracker!"

Gun tunes out his partner, a skill he has long mastered.

But when his phone buzzes for the third time in as many minutes, with you no doubt sending yet another racy image, Gun has to physically restrain himself from looking (and internally curses you for your poor timing).

Goo tries to swipe at the phone. "Hey, let me text back!"

Gun moves it effortlessly out of arm's reach. "If you're not going to keep those eyes on the road, then I can just pluck them from your head."

"You're no fun." Goo pouts, narrowly missing driving into a ravine.

.

.

"Oppa~ do you want a bite of this sushi?"

"No."

"Are you sure? It's really delicious!"

"..."

"Just a little taste!"

"Come near me again, I'll jam the sushi and the chopsticks down your throat."

"Ahhh~! Goo, your friend is so mean!"

What the fuck? Gun seems to be in an even more sour mood than usual. The last time the both of them were at this Gangnam bar, Gun had no issues with the women. Someone to warm his bed for the night, he had figured.

This evening though? He didn't even bat an eyelid in their direction.

"Gun! You can at least be nice to these sweethearts!" Goo snaps.

"No." Gun replies simply, getting up to leave.

What a fucking weirdo, Goo thinks. Oh well, more sushi for me.

.

.

"Since when did you wear jewellery?"

Goo snatches Gun's left hand, pulling it up to his face and holding it so close he is cross-eyed behind his glasses.

He absolutely has not seen this before, his brows furrow at this very odd addition. A plain, silver-coloured ring wrapped around the fourth finger.

Yanking his hand back, Gun responds. "Since I want to."

"A plain ring? On that finger?" Goo trails after him as he strides off, "You know what that means right? Wait..."

Goo completely stops in his tracks, "A couple band? Engagement? Are you...?"

Gun completely ignores him, increasing the distance between them.

No fucking way, right? The simple band on his hand is definitely something, but-

There's just-

No. fucking. way.

Who the fuck would be able to put up with Gun Park?

.

.

"Who's that?" Goo peers at the picture of the smokeshow on Gun's phone, catching a glimpse just before he tucks it into his pocket.

Having that image is certainly... a choice. Who is she though? A new k-pop idol? Gun doesn't seem like the type that would have an image of an idol or a celebrity as their background.

"My wife."

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

"Focus." Gun commands, as a gang of men come at them with knives and baseball bats.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Goo repeats, ducking to avoid a slash.

"I said, focus." Gun easily tanks a couple hits before returning some of his own.

"WHAT THE-" Goo's words are cut short as some thug takes advantage of his diverted attention and knocks his glasses off.

"FUCK- Fine." Goo elbows the guy in the solar plexus then easily plucks the baseball bat from his now slack grip. "Let me just borrow this~"

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"You must be Goo Kim!"

Turning on the hostess charm, you note how Goo has to almost literally pick his jaw off the floor with your entrance.

Gun leans against the doorframe, observing with quiet smugness at the reaction. You had dropped in at the HNH offices to join Gun for lunch. Usually he would pick a better time and place but the level of questioning from Goo had already surpassed absurd levels ever since he found out Gun was married.

The last few weeks had been hell.

"When did you get married?! You didn't invite me to the wedding? I wasn't your best man? Tell me, who was it! I'll beat them up! When can I meet your bride? Or are you scared I'll charm her away?"

And Gun had promised you a partnership of equals. With your short time in South Korea, you had more than enough proved your usefulness and loyalty. It's about time he cuts you in on the Crew business.

He surmises this is a way to kill two birds with one stone.

You're Gun's wife? This absolute knockout? With him? That fucking boring asshole?

Goo would have thought this is Gun's twisted idea of a prank if he hadn't found out that the guy barely had a sense of humour a long time ago. That time had almost ended in stitches for Goo.

"Mrs. Park!" He gives you a theatrical bow, "I've been so looking forward to working with you!"

"Just call me Y/N," you giggle.

Goo takes your hand, pressing a loud smooch to the top of it. Gun's entire body tenses at the contact. This does not go unnoticed by you.

You retract your hand back, subtly wiping the kiss away, "I can't wait to get stuck into all the details."

"Of course, Y/N!"

"There won't be any trouble from you, right, Goo?"

"Princess, don't you trust me?"

You look Goo dead in the eye, seeing through the fake hurt on his face and dropping your own act.

"No. And," you grab onto his crotch, digging in your nails as Goo yelps, "If there is even a whiff of anything amiss then I'm coming after your balls." Your grip tightens as he tries without success to push you off, "Got it?"

"ACK!! Fuck! Got it, got it!"

You release him, relishing at his squeal.

"If you've broken anything," Goo scowls, struggling to stand and cradling himself tenderly. "Ugh, you two are fucking made for each other. Psychos."

Gun arrives at your side with a smirk, he guides you by the small of your back, leading you out.

"Not bad," he murmurs into your ear, "You were wasted in Japan."

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Say it. {M.S}

*AN~ this is a lil long ngl but it is SO worth it i swear. I literally love this sm and i’m willing to write a part two with smut in it but this one is just cutesies and angst and just ughhhh😫

pairing: matt x reader, friends to enemies to lovers (it’s a long ride yall😭)

~warnings~ fluff, cursing

5.1k words

summary: y/n and Matt had an unbreakable bond until y/n’s 16th birthday when an argument took place that changed their dynamic and now, y/n’s 17th birthday is coming up and she really wants her best friend back and the world is working in her favor because Matt ends up offering her driving lessons where feelings are re hatched.

“I told you this wasn’t a good idea” I say to Chris as i hit my forehead on the steering wheel in frustration. 

 “I’m starting to think you’re right. This is the sixth curb you’ve hit in the last 20 minutes.” I turn my head at him and shoot him a snide look. 

“It’s not y/n’s fault that you don’t have the mental capacity to teach her to drive. You can barely drive yourself.” Nick says, shooting up from the backseat. I laugh and put the car into park. 

I slide out of the drivers seat and walk around the car so me and chris can switch spots. 

On the drive home, nick and chris argue over who gets aux and i can’t help but to zone out and think about how i’m turning 17 in less than a month and i still can’t drive, but i’m lucky to have the best friends that i do. Nick especially, he’s always there when i’m going through something, he can always make me laugh when i need it. Chris is just chris. Hes hardly ever serious about anything but when he knows i’m going through something, he always finds the will. And matt… he’s hardly ever around me, and when he is, it’s just side glances full of what i think is hatred. 

It’s been like that ever since my last birthday. My boyfriend at the time, Blake, got mad at me because of matt and I’s friendship. 

Flashback to y/n’s 16th birthday:

 “Oh my god you are oblivious!” blake shouts at me.

 “Can you keep it down?” i say knowing that my family and friends are downstairs waiting for me to cut the cake and blow out my candles and i’m in my room arguing with my boyfriend who i honestly don’t have feelings for anymore. I’m not sure i ever even did. 

Blake runs his hands over his face and i can see the vein in his forehead flexing.

 “Blake what are we even arguing about right now?” I say bored and annoyed, wanting to go back downstairs and see what gift Matt got me.

 I was eavesdropping on Chris and Matt a week ago and heard them talking about how much i’m gonna love what Matt got me.

 “Y/n are you actually that dumb or are you just trying to piss me off?” blake questions me with annoyance and i feel myself shudder at him calling me dumb, reminding me of the words my father would spat at me every day right up until he died. 

“Don’t call me dumb, and i’m not trying to piss you off, i genuinely don’t know why you’ve been mad at me all night.” i try to keep my voice steady, not wanting to cry.

 “Matt” he says in a stern voice as if i’m supposed to know what he’s talking about immediately. 

“What about him?” I say, wondering why he’s mad at me over the person i’m closest to. I’d never tell blake that though. He thinks he knows everything about me but the truth is, Matt has known everything about me since I was ten years old. 

When I scraped my knee while we were riding bikes when i was 12, he gave me bandaids and a shoulder to cry on and after he let me play mario kart with him all day. When i was 14 and got my first boyfriend who broke up with me after a week, Matt was there to call him an idiot and ask if i wanted him to beat him up. So Blake has no place to say anything about Matt, not when he knows how much Matt means to me. 

“Y/n! Did you just hear a word of what i said?” blake says, shocking me back to the present and i realize i’ve zoned out the last thirty seconds. I do that a lot.

 “Uhm no sorry, i zoned out.” I say quietly, not wanting him to yell. He huffs out a breath and shakes his head as if he’s refraining from saying something. 

“You and matt. Did anything happen? ever?” He asks sternly.

 “No! What? No! Why would you-“ I start to list reasons why i don’t like matt like that and never could but i can’t come with any so i stop talking. 

“Why would i think that?” He says, finishing my sentence.

 “Yes blake, why would you think that?” 

“Theirs a million fucking reasons! Oh my god!” 

His face is as red as a strawberry which makes me think of my strawberry cake downstairs that i so desperately want to get back to. But, i also want to know what he’s going to say about Matt, so i suck it up and listen.

 “You’re with him more than your with me, you’re always zoning out and being all sad and shit when your with me but when your with matt- your all fucking giggly and laughing and smiling and actually speaking! I can hardly ever get a word out of you! And hell y/n, even if you don’t see him like that, I can take one peek at the way he looks at you and see that he sure as hell does feel like that about you and I don’t want my girlfriend all cozy with someone who so obviously has feelings for them.”  He finishes off his rant breathlessly, leaving me thinking about a lot of things. Matt, Matthew, Matty, and how much i want to eat some of my birthday cake right now. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say blake” i say truthfully. I don’t even know what i’m feeling, what i’ve felt ever at any point in any time. It’s all too confusing and i’ve decided to collectively ignore this situation and continue to be grateful i have my best friend and a strawberry cake with Jacob Elordi’s face on it waiting on me downstairs.

 “you don’t need to say anything.” He says in a determined voice.

 “Are you breaking up with me? on my birthday?” 

He looks like wants to say yes he is but doesn’t. He just walks in front of me to the door and opens it. I go behind him and standing at the door, is Matt. 

“Great” Blake scoffs and passes Matt up as he heads down the stairs. I can feel the tears swelling in my eyes and I don’t even think it’s because of Blake. I’m almost 99.9 percent sure that it’s because of the pure confusion and panic about what Blake said about Matt. 

“y/n” Matt says in a low voice, he looks as if he wants to reach out and touch me but he doesn’t. 

“Matt” I say with a frown on my face and I immediately fall into the comfort of his arms. His scent smells so comforting as i nuzzle my face into the crook under his chin.

 “How much of that did you hear?” my voice comes out muffled from his hoodie.

 “Enough to know why he broke up with you.” He says quietly as if he’s scared to upset me again. 

“Can we not talk about it?” I say even though i feel like he definitely wants to. 

“Yeah no it’s whatever we don’t have to talk about it. Come blow out your candles, yeah?” he says removing me from his arms and his voice instantly changing to more stern and cold. I haven’t felt like this around Matt since I accidentally let his pet bunny out of its cage and it escaped in the 7th grade. 

“Matt-“ I start to tell him that we can talk about it, that i think i have feelings for him but i’m confused, that i love him and i just don’t want anything to change- but i don’t. I let my voice falter as he walks down the stairs. I follow behind after getting myself together for a few moments. 

The whole time while we’re cutting the cake and i blow out my candles and then I open up my last gift, Matt’s eyes are trained to be anywhere that’s not on me. His normal semi- talkative self has now changed to a silent, closed off one. 

After i sit down the digital camera that nick got me, I wait for Matt to pull out the gift that he and chris thought i would love. He never does, and I don’t question it. I watch chris nudge Matt on the arm and Matt shake his head, a movement so subtle that i wouldn’t have seen it unless i hadn’t been staring at Matt endlessly the whole last hour. 

Present- 

 “Y/n, hey, helloooo, hiii” Nicks voice brings me back out of the memory. 

“Yep, right here. Sorry.” I say as i unbuckle my seat and get out of the car. Matt has continued to be cold towards me ever since that day and i don’t think i’m ever going to be used to it. It’s not like he’s mean to me but i feel like he doesn’t care. Anytime i try to interact with him, he acts as if he’s not interested in what i have to say so i’ve stopped trying with him. I don’t know why he switched up all of a sudden and everyday i miss my bestfriend, anytime something bad happens, I always go back to the old familiar feeling of wanting to run to Matt and tell him what happened, and i have to refrain from doing so. It always hurts, but I know it’s for the better. 

Nick unlocks the front door and me and Chris follow in after him. 

I kick my sneakers off at the door and I find myself looking for Matt.

 “Matts around here somewhere. He said he had to stay home to study.” Nick says as if he read my mind. 

“Matt? studying? No way.” Chris retorts while sitting down at the kitchen island with a bag of popcorn. 

“What’s he doing?” I ask, stealing a piece of popcorn from Chris and popping it into my mouth.

 “Hell if I know.” Nick says while pouring some trix cereal into a bowl. 

“Why don’t you go see what he’s up to?” Chris asks me and nick looks at him as if he’s just asked me to kick a puppy. 

“Okay” i say, trying to appear as unbothered as possible but the truth is i’m really excited to talk to Matt. 

I quickly jog up the stairs and reach the door to Matt’s room that i barely ever pass through anymore. I take a deep breath in and Knock twice. 

“It’s me” I say loudly so he can hear. 

“Come in” Matt shouts from behind the door. I slowly open the door and see Matt sitting at his desk playing a game with his headset on. Half of the headset is pushed back behind his ear so he can see me. He turns around in his swivel chair and stares at me like he’s waiting for me to ask him something. We never did need a reason to talk to each other, we just did. And today, nostalgia has been eating at me so I make the decision to blurt out 

“I miss you”, I say it so quickly that my brain doesn’t process it till seconds later.

 “Uhm sorry I don’t know why i said that- well, no i do know why i said that. I said it because I miss you but i know it’s odd because i said it out of nowhere but nostalgias been getting to me all day-“ I sit down on the edge of his bed. “And i don’t know I just wanted to tell you i miss you- and Matt and Chris took me driving today and I hit four curbs. FOUR Matt. I’m never going to get my license.” I say the last part into one of matts fuzzy blue pillows.

 I let out a groan and throw my hands back. 

Matt’s silence makes me turn my head towards him. He’s just staring at me, smiling-no, he’s cheesing. Matt hasn’t looked at me like that in almost a year. We haven’t talked like this an almost a year.

 “What?” I say with a chuckle and i feel my cheeks heat up and a familiar feeling i always get in my stomach when i’m around Matt comes back.  

“Nothing, i just missed hearing you talk” His voice grew quieter at the last few words, as if they accidentally slipped out. 

My breath hitches and thoughts run through my mind. I want to tell him that i’d talk until my voice goes out, that i want him to make me yell until my voice doesn’t goes out. All the ways he could shut me up makes my stomach turn and my hands go clammy. 

“Oh” is all i can manage. He smiles at me and turns back to his desk.

 “I’m gonna take you driving tomorrow. Be ready at 4, i’ll come get you.” He says while putting his headset back on.  

I can’t help but to be utterly shocked at him saying he wants to take me driving. Matt volunteering to spend time with me. I’m happily surprised. 

As i walk out of his room, I can see him still smiling through the reflection on his computer. 

I shut the door behind me and walk downstairs to tell Chris and nick about the breakthrough i just made.

 “Yup I told you guys i was gonna get him back in the groove of y/n!” i say smiling and gesturing at myself. 

“What the fuck, don’t do that again” Nick says and we all burst out into laughter.

 “See you tomorrow y/n” Chris says as he shuts the door behind me and i walk across the street to my house that sits directly in-front of them.  

I tell my mom about how Matt’s taking me driving tomorrow and she smiles and tells me she’s happy that we’re talking again and I go up to my room and fall asleep thinking about Matt and how he said he missed hearing me talk. I can’t help but to feel desire grow in my stomach and the wanting to slip my hands into my underwear and relieve some of the pressure but i fall asleep before my thoughts continue. 

The next day, I wake up and find the blue sundress that sits right above my knees, I know Matt loves this dress. He bought it for me last Christmas. I pair it with a pair of tan sandals and once i hear the horn of Matt’s car, i walk down stairs and out the door. 

I see Matt in his car, one elbow propped against the console and his other hand on the wheel, he’s wearing a black t shirt that lets all of his tattoos be shown. My god, he’s had to have gotten more since the last time i’ve saw his arm. I think I have a thing for Matt’s tattoos. I’ve always wanted to run my mouth along every one of them and watch Matt squirm underneath me. 

His jaw is tense and his eyes impossibly blue in the sunlight shining through. 

“Are you gonna get in?” Matt says rolling the passenger window down so he can talk to me. I move from my position on the sidewalk and get into the car. 

The scent of leather and coffee instantly hits my nostrils and even in this weather, I can’t help but to feel cold at Matt’s switch in behavior. 

I slide into the passenger seat and Matt’s hands reach over and slide my seatbelt across my chest, his knuckles grazing my chest sending shivers through me. He buckles it in and clears his throat before switching in the ignition. 

“Matt?” I utter out whilst his focus is fully on the road ahead. 

“Yeah, y/n?” he says softly, almost an apologetic tone after his first one when he pulled up. 

“Nothing, nevermind.” I say, trying to think of a subject change because I’ve decided to take good Matt while i can get him. 

He looks at me as if he knows what i was going to say but he doesn’t pressure it. 

“So i thought we’d get something to eat then we could go to the college parking lot and practice?” Matt asks while turning the radio on, keeping it low. 

“Uh…yeah,sure” I say, feeling like old times but not. I feel the remains of our friendship, just as strong as it was 11 months ago but now, the tension in the car is enough to smother me. 

We drive the 3 minute drive to downtown in silence but I keep catching Matt stealing glances at me. I keep noticing his eyes scanning across my legs, skimming over my dress. It’s enough to force me to cross my legs, not because i’m uncomfortable but because i’m desperate to relieve some of the tension.

We park into the restaurant Matt brought us to, my heart palpitates once I realize just where he brought us. It’s not a restaurant, it’s a diner. It was our favorite place to go to the last few summers. Matt and I would come out here every weekend and get a banana milkshake and share a slice of cherry pie. 

“Aw Matt you must not hate me completely!” I say sarcastically as i slap his shoulder playfully and get out of the car. Matt gets out and follows behind me up the sidewalk and I feel his hand on my lower back.

 “I don’t hate you at all y/n.” He says quietly from beside me.

“It’s more complicated than that” He says before ruffling my hair and picking up his pace to get in front of me to open the glass door to the diner.

 When i walk in, in front of him, I don’t say anything and just immediately head for the booth in the corner we always sat at. The red leather booths and white tables are all still the same, the dim lights barely doing anything although they don’t necessarily need to considering the summer sun lights up the place all by its self.  

Matt sits down in front of me, sliding into the booth with ease. The waitress almost immediately comes up behind us. “Jill!” i say happily not knowing that she still worked here, she’s worked here since we were kids and was always the sweetest. 

“Y/n and Matt… why haven’t i seen you two in here in so long?” she says, her wrinkles more apparent now from the last time i saw her, the gray in her hair showing more. 

“Oh uh” I start stuttering, not knowing what to say 

“Sorry jill, y/n got diagnosed with lactose intolerance. She kept farting so we stopped coming in here!” Matt says smiling deviously. 

“That- that is-“ I start to protest but stop. “That’s right. Yup, blew my britches away!” I say laughing towards jill but side eyeing Matt with all i could muster. Jill smiles and nods but looks suspicious. 

“So what’ll it be?” she asks us, her pen and pad ready. 

“Two banana shakes with extra cherries and a piece of cherry pie.” Matt says quickly, ordering the exact order we always got. 

Jill arches a brow. “I thought you said she’s lactose int-“ she starts to question but I cut her off. 

“Oh just for old times sake! i’m taking a stomach pill too, i’ll be fine” i say giving her my cheesiest grin. She nods in agreement and walks away with our order. 

As soon as she’s a few feet away Matt breaks out laughing. 

“Seriously?!?” I say trying to act mad knowing i secretly want to laugh too. 

Matt rolls his eyes at my obvious dramatics and leans up towards the table, resting his elbows on it. “So how bad are you at driving? You gonna wreck us immediately?” He asks with a smirk that i know all too well. 

“Yeah haha so funny.” I snark back. 

“You didn’t answer the question.” He says with raised eyebrows, waiting on my answer. 

“No i’m not gonna wreck us…immediately.” I say the last word a bit quieter. 

“hey i’m joking, i know you probably suck right now but that’s because you haven’t had one teach you that actually knows how to fucking drive. You’ll catch onto it fast. You always have been a quick learner” he says in a more serious tone. I notice his hand is not even an inch away from my mine and i jerk my hand back quickly. My movement makes his eyebrows jerk up and he looks like he’s about to say something but he stops when jill appears back with our shakes. 

“Just a minute on the pie” she says smiling while handing us the pale yellow shakes with whipped cream and a two cherries on top. 

We take our shakes and start to sip on them when jill walks off.

 “Mmm” he moans in delight. 

“Good?” i ask him smiling.

“yep” he says while chewing on the straw. 

It’s silent for a moment as we just stare at each other. We haven’t held eye contact this long in months. My loud mouth just has to break the silence tho.

 “Hey Matt, can i ask you something?” I can see something in his eyes change, he looks unsettled. Like he’s scared of  the un-knowingness of what i’m gonna ask. 

After he hums in agreement I muster up the courage to ask him. “Can we-“ i take a deep breath in. After a moment of him looking at me, as if he’s begging me to just say it. I chicken out. Like a fucking coward. I don’t want the pie anymore, i’m not hungry, i just want to go. “Can we go?” i say, stiffening my body. Matt’s face falls in disappointment and nods his head. 

I watch him as he tells jill to put the pie in a box and he pays the bill before walking out in front of me without so much as looking at me.

I walk out behind him and I notice it’s going to storm soon. Clouds are forming and the sky is darkening so i get to the car quickly. I slide into the passenger seat, Matt throws the buckle over me quickly without touching me and i can tell his nostrils are flared like he’s angry but i choose not to say anything. 

Again, I leave all of my feelings bottled up because i’m too scared of saying anything i feel. 

We drive in silence and the only noise is the traffic surrounding us and the patter of my foot bouncing in anxiety. We get to the parking lot and thank goodness it’s mostly empty so theirs not much i could hit. 

For a moment, it’s silent and Matts eyes dart over to mine and with the way he looks, I can’t tell if he’s about to cry, yell, or run away. It’s such a fragile situation and I don’t know what to do. Only to wait and see what he says. 

“y/n…” He breathes out a sigh but his eyes flinch and he sits up straight. “Uh nevermind let’s get started, it’s about to rain.” He cannot be serious. I need him to say it because i’m too afraid to and I know. I know i’m selfish, I know i’m a coward but i still push at him. 

“No, matt what was you gonna say?” I turn my body to his and I grab his wrist away from the ignition. His eyes shoot down to where i’m holding onto him but I don’t move, i keep my hand over his.

 “I said never fucking mind” each word coming out like a needle against my skin. I can tell he sees the hurt in my eyes because his eyes quickly softens. 

“I’m sorry” he says quietly, and i can see the conflict in his eyes. I want to know what’s going on in his head so fucking bad.

 “No wait, i’m not sorry.” as he says this, the rain starts pattering against the windshield but I don’t move my eyes away from his.  

“what?” i say, i’m not angry, just confused. I want him to let me in. I need him to let me in.

“Forget i said anything, I can’t have this conversation with you.” He says, shaking his head.

 “Great it’s fucking raining! Now we can’t have our driving lessons because I don’t think you could drive on a normal road- hardly a wet one” He shouts, not at me, but at the wheel.

 I don’t get hurt at his words because I can tell he’s not mad about the lesson, he’s not mad because i suck at driving but because we both want to say it but we don’t know the other one does. I’m almost completely sure Matt has feelings for me but i’m so scared that he doesn’t, that i stay silent. I think he feels the same way. I get the frustration. I’ve felt it too, although i think he’s felt it for much longer. 

“Matt” I coo, bringing my hand up to the side of his neck. He immediately jerks away and starts to open the door. 

“Fuck y/n, don’t touch me.” he spats out before quickly getting out of the car and stepping into the pouring rain that has tremendously picked up over the last two minutes. I quickly follow behind him and open the door. 

“Matt, it’s pouring! Get back in the car!” I shout, trying to speak loud enough so that he can hear me over the rain.

We both are standing in front of the car, only maybe a foot and a half away from each other. 

“say it Matt” I say sternly, feeling tears brew in my eyes. Matt only shakes his head no and looks as if he’s struggling to breathe. 

“No y/n, I want to hear you. You fucking say it. Stop being such a coward y/n.” 

I feel tears fall but i don’t think he can tell because of the raindrops also falling onto my face. 

“Matt do you understand how much i’ve missed you? You were my best friend” I say, now sobbing and putting my heads on my head, moving my feet around taking small steps. 

 “You left me. You’ve looked at me like you’ve hated me ever since my sixteenth birthday and you’ve never even had the audacity to tell me why!” I shout at him.  

Matt’s eyes grow huge and he looks so frustrated. “You cannot be serious. Do you seriously not know why?!” I flinch at how loud he’s yelling but shake my head no slowly

“My god y/n, I couldn’t be around you, not after-“ he stops.

 i shake my head in confusion. “What Matt?! after what?!” 

“After you told me that you didn’t want to fucking talk about the fact that i’m in love with you! You didn’t care about me. Or my feelings, you didn’t care that i’d suffer just because you didn’t want our friendship to change. Hell, you could’ve at least rejected me and moved on but y/n…i couldn’t be just your friend. Not after that. So yes, i kept away. Also, for fucks sake, i wasn’t looking at you with hatred. Anytime you’d come into view, it made me want to curl up into a fucking ball and never come out because I had to look at you and know that i could never have you. Do you know how much that fucking hurts?!” 

The rain pouring down coating Matt’s brown hair making it droop down onto his forehead makes it hard to read his expression but I can still tell what he’s feeling right now. I always have been able to just know.

“Matt- You have got to believe me when i tell you i didn’t know. I didn’t know, even on my birthday when Blake said all of that, yes i thought you might’ve just found me attractive sometimes or something, but i didn’t want to talk about it because i thought you was embarrassed and it would be awkward or- fuck i don’t know. But Matt-“ I start laughing, unable to contain how funny i find the absolutely ironic situation we’re in right now. 

“You find this funny?” he asks me

“No, No- actually well- it kind of is because- Matt I love you, so fucking much and ever since you stopped being my best friend, i had to see you and it was complete and total agony because like you said earlier- i’m a coward Matt. And i’ve been completely oblivious to the way you’ve felt about me and i didn’t want things to change- so I didn’t say anything. But now I’m telling you, I miss you and I love you and I don’t want to be your friend Matt. “  

I finish off breathlessly, panting, trying to draw in air without the droplets of rain. 

Matt comes closer and places his hands on the sides of me head before moving the wet hair off of my face.

 “I think that we are both fucking idiots and waisted eleven months of what could’ve been filled with this” And then his lips are crashing onto mine, the kiss is rough and desperate as Matt tugs and nips on my lips with his teeth. His lips are soft and pillowy like I’ve always thought they would be. I can’t help but to think about how long i’ve wanted this, how long ever both wanted this. It feels just as good, and right, as i thought it would. 

After a few more moments, Matt pulls away, leaving a mix of saliva and rain on my lips. 

“Let’s go before we get pneumonia” Matt says laughing as he pulls me towards his car. 

I slide into the passenger seat, my dress dripping and my hair plastered to my skin with rain. Matt gets in and reaches over to buckle my seatbelt. I smile at the gesture and he rolls his eyes before turning on the ignition. 

“Will you still take me out driving tomorrow?” I ask. 

“Yeah of course” he says as he starts to back out, placing his right arm on the headrest of my seat and turning his neck back to see out the back window. The sight makes me shift in my seat. His veins in his arms are drool worthy and the way his clothes are sticking to him, really helps my imagination.

 “y/n” he deadpans, turning back around. 

“Hm?” I ask, snapping out of my thoughts. 

“your staring.” he says, smirking. 

“i’m allowed to.” I say smiling. 

“Since when?” He asks while pulling out of the parking lot. 

“since you became my boyfriend.” I say smiling dramatically. 

“Oh yeah? what do i get?” Matt asks smirking. 

“Hmm, we’ll see.” I shrug. 

[nareyacute101]

Boyfriends Best Friend PT.1 ~ E&D

This is a fanfic I wrote a while ago so I’m just posting it and I hope y’all enjoy 😭

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Y/N POV

I was at home with my boyfriend of 3 years almost 4 next month, Donnie. We met in high school in the beginning of high school and started dating in the 10th grade. I thought he was really hot and sweet when I started talking to him. But, we were waiting for Erik to just hang out as friends , me and Erik are friends , I met Erik through Donnie because they have be friends since elementary so for a while, so Donnie walked downstairs since he was upstairs and I was downstairs eating food, "Babe, I'm going to the store to get snacks so if Erik comes , just let him in." Donnie said going to the kitchen " okay babe, I will." I said and Donnie came around to give you a short passionate kiss and left the house.

After he left, you went to put on comfortable clothes on and went back downstairs, trying to find a movie to watch and 5 minutes later, you heard the doorbell ring. You got up to open the door and knew it was Erik so you swung the door open and their revealed Erik. Now, when you first met him you thought he was cute or whatever but a year later and some, he got hotter and whew Chile, anyways, Erik was smiling and said " hey y/n" with his deep voice that was so sexy. "Hey Erik" you said as you hugged his torse and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "Come on in and by the way, Donnie went to by some sna-" you got cut off by Erik kissing you deeply and rough, you thought about pushing back but you kissed him back and a few seconds later, you pulled away.

"What was that for Erik?" You asked as you looked at his dark brown eyes deeply. " Y/N, I've always wanted to do that since we met through Donnie and your just so beautiful, smart and a intelligent women and I've always wanted you but never got a change because Donnie got you before me and now is my chance." Erik said then looking down and he truly meant that and I know it so I'm like f*ck it , I feel bad for him but then I'm going to feel bad for Donnie because I've been with him the longest but I'm going to give Erik a change to have me for now.

I started to kiss him again and then it got heated into a makeout session " Jump" Erik said seductively in my ear and I jumped into his arms and walked up the stairs and he was so strong carrying me and Donnie's shared bedroom, but, he threw me on the bed and hovered over me to connect our lips again.

"Strip" Erik said while standing up off the bed so you got up and took off your pajamas shirt and shorts leaving you in your laces bra and panties. Erik was already undressed and only in his briefs.

He was staring at you up and down and then said "Damn, my best friends girlfriend looking fine naked" ( omg 😭 okay keep reading ) Erik says so sexy and his body is so hot with those scars and those biceps (🥵). He pushed me on the bed and went down between my legs and looked up at me for permission , I nodded and he took off my lace panties " Damn" Erik whispered but you heard it so you smirked in your mouth( if that makes sense) and he just starting eating you out and I felt like I was in heaven on how is tongue was working my clit and his plump soft lips around my p*ssy " OH MY GOD ERIK FUCK" I yelled that anyone who was in the house can hear " I'm gonna cum Erik , fuckkkk" I said and then came.

"Now it's my turn princess" Erik said. So I got off the bed as Erik goes to lay on his back on the bed.

I crawl on the bed to meet his face and kiss him, then kiss my way down to his growing budge. I start to tease him by only putting my mouth on the tip, "stop teasing me Y/N" said Erik but I stopped teasing him after a couple of minutes then put him in my mouth.

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"Ughhhh yes Erikkkkkkk" said Y/N moanly loudly, "Fuck" Erik grunted while blowing my back out (omg😳) after a while I hear my phone ringing, "Pick it up" Erik said while his thrust going faster "I can't d—ooo that's fuck but okay" Y/N said while picking up the phone and answering Donnie "Hey babe"Y/N said while breathing heavily, "Hey baby so was there any particular snacks you wanted while I'm here?" Donnie said while looking through the aisles. Y/N looked back at Erik to slow down but Erik kept going "Hello?" Donnie said over phone not hearing his girlfriend speak, "Sorry I was looking for something but um yeah some—Takis chips and Oreo's please" Y/N said then whispered "fuck" after she said that because she was getting pleasured by Donnie's best friend. "Okay we'll see you when I come home, I love you" Donnie said over the phone. "Love you too babe" Y/N said then hung up and screamed "SHITT, This feels so fucking good Erik". "It's does huh princess?" Erik said then grunted. "Yes daddy" Y/N whined

"I'm home!!" Donnie yelled throughout the whole house.

TBC...

[haeryna]

OH MY GOD BAEEEE

i literally love your satosugu fic so much IM SCREAMING LIKE UGHH ITS SO GOOD AJDJWJS

like im not over exaggerating it hurts so good like i swear you know how to hit us hard 😭

i love your writing style and the way that we can feel the characters emotions (or maybe thats just me being sensitive..? IM JOKING BAE) like i can imagine how hurt reader is by satosugu leaving her and how mad satosugu are at themselves for leaving her too LIKE UGHHHH

and readers thoughts are completely valid because satosugu left without explanation, basically deserting her and then suddenly they come back?? like i’d be so hurt and mad that they’re back BUT ALSOO when she got called princess? i feel like part of her just wanted to cave especially when she was being held like that but then the other part of her was fighting, reminding herself how badly she was hurt LIKE OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS I LOVE YOUR WRITING AAAA

and for satosugu their reason for leaving and not contacting was also completely valid !! i love that we get to see how much they miss reader and how upset they were that they left but also their reason for leaving? literally GUT WRENCHING. Yes they love reader as much as they love each other but they had to get out of there for their own safety and it just hurts so good 😭 AND THE WAY THAT THEY STILL LOVE HER TOO IT HURTS SO GOOD LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITING IT MAKES ME SOB— okay but really the way that they never stopped loving her shows how much they truly loved her in the first place because even though reader thinks she means nothing to them she was the only person that they could ever love the way they love each other, oh my god and when they find out she never left and how she’s been alone for the past 5 years i can’t even imagine the guilt and hurt they felt. i can’t even when Suguru finds her letters like the pain he must’ve felt? The way he slowly saw through the letters as the girl they left behind changed, BUT THE WAY THAT THEY WILL NEVER LOVE HER ANY LESS. Also when Satoru notices how reader has changed physically like i just KNOW he wanted to burst into tears, seeing the people you love so frail and vulnerable is a pain that you can never forget so imagining how Satoru felt coming back after years only to find her looking like that must’ve been so painful for him. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE PART WHERE HE SAYS HOW HE FORGOT WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO BE WITH HER LIKE OH MY GOD STOP IT RIGHT NOW. Like even though reader doesn’t even want to be in the same room as him he can’t help but feel alive because she’s just always had that affect on him like oh my god i literally want to bawl. Okay but also Suguru writing all of his songs for her 😭 I can’t help but wonder if he still has the guitar she thrifted for him? Also the part about Satoru’s makeup artist? “She’ll never do it like you” IM ACTUALLY SOBBING.

I love the way you write so much, it’s so real and has so much emotion. As a theater kid this entire fic is so good for character analysis like I LOVE analyzing characters and the way you write them just makes it even more fun ! I love the way that each character is actually complex and how their emotions feel real LIEK OH YMGNDODQJDHJWNS

(omg i didn’t realize how like jumbled up this all is im so sorry 😭)

I can’t wait for more to be revealed about their relationship! take your time writing the next chapter 💗

ANON PLEASE I WANT TO PUT YOU IN A LITTLE JAR WITH A BOW AND KEEP YOU SAFE YOU'RE SO SWEET AND KIND AND I LOVE YOU !! let's get married. rn. but PLEASE i was sitting here squealing and kicking my feet and looking at this ask every five minutes...i'm so glad you love it :') it makes me feel so happy that you feel like i've written them to a depth that you feel like you can analyze them!!

just for you bae, some little snippets that may or may not get woven into the main story: (suggestive but not explicit!!)

suguru keeps the old guitar you thrifted him. he actually bought a special case for it, so that even with all the damage, it'll still remain strong. there's a metaphor in that, he thinks, in the way that he'll only bring it out when he's writing a song that's meant for you. they're all meant for you, so he finds himself bringing it out constantly. he refuses to try the demos that the studio sends over, of metal and rock, because it feels cheap and artificial.

satoru keeps you and his lockscreen. it's a photo of you and suguru standing together, backs towards the camera. suguru is mid-laugh, and your eyes are shining. sukuna used to give him shit for it, until choso stepped in, recognizing the wistful love in satoru's eyes every time he'd see it.

the first time they were intimate together in their shitty apartment somewhere in seoul, suguru calls out your name. satoru says nothing of it. in turn, suguru pretends not to notice when satoru calls for you in his sleep.

kenji is dissatisfied. in a small town like yours, classmates have paired up left and right. you were meant for him, he believed. but now that satoru and suguru are back, and you're about to leave, he'd rather clip your wings than let them have you. if he can't have you, then he'd rather let you take the fall.

shoko is bemused, in a sad sort of way. she knows she can't interfere. that, and her girlfriend hates satoru with a burning passion, so she doesn't want to start any fires there.

(utahime will never forgive how satoru had made fun of her when she'd taken a particularly nasty fall during a dance practice. they weren't even in the same industry for god's sake. utahime does not care.)

you're exhausted. money is thin. you've given up on your dreams of a musical career. the notebooks of sheet music and lyrics lay aimlessly on your floor. you pretend like you realize the bleakness of your life. in reality, when you can't sleep, you find yourself scribbling words and melodies.

satoru and suguru tried, once. to replace you. to find someone else. they couldn't even seriously stomach the idea before they gave up and went back to pathetically looking at old photos of you. one of the first things they got when they made it big was a professional album done of all the photos they had of you.

(shoko laughed until she cried when she heard about it, before smacking satosugu and telling them to "go talk to her and do something about it, dumbasses.")

ALSO DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THE RAMBLE!! i adored it and i hope to see you around nonnie, take care of yourself <33 i hope my other fics will be able to allow you to analyze the characters as well; the next chapter will be a doozy considering how badly i want to make it realistic but there's a lot of thought that goes into that hnghh. i hope you have a lovely day/night bby!!

[julilovesyou444]

hiii i was wondering if you could do gustav fluff about being in the snow and cuddling at night on the couch watching the snow fall with the reader and him sharing head phones😊😊 just thought it was cute and i love your writing your so talented anyways it’s okay if you don’t wanna do it but if you do then thank you and have a good day/night🫶🏽😊😊

our songs ~ gustav schäfer

hiiii and yes ofc!! Gustav is such a cutie like his eyes UGHHHH. anyways thank u for the request! I just turned on anon req bc I accidentally had them off, sorry!!

warnings: lots of super cute fluff, some swearing

a/n ~ writers block is killing me, please request more stuff if you want, I turned on anon req too so if u want to do it anonymously u can now!

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i gasped, a huge snowball hitting the back of my head. my mouth was agape and I could hear Gustav dying of laughter from behind me. I spun around and grabbed a big arm full of snow. he widened his eyes and started running away, still giggling.

“get back here!”, i yelled, laughing too now. I started to chase after him. he weaved around a tree, and disappeared. the laughter stopped abruptly. I slowly approached the tree he was hiding behind. I popped around it, ready to surprise him. He wasn’t there. I dropped the snow in my arms, confused. I looked around and didn’t see him.

“Gustav?”, i called out. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands dig into my sides and lips against my ear.

“Boo.”, he said quietly. I screamed, startled by him. He was laughing again. I grabbed a handful of snow and chucked it at him.

“Okay, okay! I’m sorry!”, he said through laughter, putting his hands up in surrender.

“That’s what I thought.”, i huffed. I crossed my arms over my torso, pretending to be mad, but I couldn’t keep the act up. I laughed a little too, making him smile.

“Oh shit, your lips are practically blue. Let’s go inside.”, he said, looking genuinely concerned.

“I’m fine-“

“No, no, no. C’mon.”, Gustav wrapped his arm around my shoulders, guiding us back to his house. I let him. We took off our jackets and heavy clothes and hung them up to dry off. Despite it being warmer in Gustav’s house, I was still very cold. I could see the sun was close to setting and it was getting dark outside. I walked into his living room and sat down on the couch. The couch was facing this huge window that faced out to his yard. We got snowed in last night, making it so I had to stay the night. The roads still weren’t plowed yet so it looked like I would be staying yet another night. I didn’t mind, I loved hanging out with my boyfriend. It was especially fun because his parents were on holiday, so it felt like we were living in a place of our very own. I watched out the window as snow began to slowly fall again, everything getting covered in white. It was so peaceful and quiet. I heard Gustav shuffle around his kitchen for a minute or two before he made his way into the living room. He was smiling, slowly treading over with two cups of steaming hot chocolate. my favorite.

“Aww, you didn’t have to.”, i said, looking up at him with a smile as he placed one of the mugs on the little table beside me.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re freezing. And my girlfriend.”, he said, sitting down right next to me.

He felt how could I was and put his mug down as he got up to grab me a blanket.

“You don’t have to, I’ll be fine-“

“Shh, just be quiet and let me get you a blanket.”, he shut me up. He came back with this super fluffy blanket that looked big enough to cover the entire couch. Gustav threw it on me so that I was completely underneath it, making me giggle. I pulled it down somewhat, letting my upper body and face out from underneath the heavy blanket.

“better?”, he sat back down.

“much, thank you.”

I took a sip of the drink he had made me and immediately felt comfortable. I looked over at Gustav, who was staring out at the snow. He looked so beautiful, glints of the setting sun danced over his face, lighting up his brown eyes.

“this is really good.”, I spoke up, motioning to my hot chocolate.

“Of course it is. I made it.”, he teased. I playfully rolled my eyes.

“I had fun today.”, i said, putting my mug back onto the table. I leaned over and rested my head on his shoulder. I could feel him relax into my touch.

“me too.”, he said quietly, placing his hand over mine. he kissed the crown of my head. everything intimate he did was always so gentle and kind. I loved it.

“Oh- I forgot.”, he said, kind of sitting up. I lifted my head off of him and raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“I got you something. Well- I made you something.”, he stammered. My heart practically melted.

“Another thing?”

“Give me a second, I’ll go grab it now.”, he got up quickly.

Even from the very beginning of our relationship, he was always doing such nice things for me. He would randomly get me coffee, send me flowers, and just get me other random things that I all loved so much. I cherished every single thing he did or got for me. He got me a necklace about a month into our relationship, and I still hadn’t taken it off.

I didn’t expect him to be like that at first. He was in a prettty popular band, and in most interviews he was extremely shy and quiet. He was like that when I had first met him too, but over time, he gradually got more and more comfortable.

I turned my head and saw him come back into the room, something in his hand.

“What’s that?”, i asked.

“You’ll see.”

He sat back down on the couch and handed something wrapped in tissue paper. I narrowed my eyes at him and smiled, unsure of what was in the present. I began to open it, and I could feel his watchful eyes on me. I looked up at him and saw him chewing on his bottom lip nervously. I unwrapped a few more layers before finally getting to my gift. It was a cassette player. One of those portable ones. It had a set of earbuds wrapped tightly around it too. I had a few cassettes in my room, but I didn’t have anything to play them with. He must’ve noticed.

“Thank you-“

“There’s more. Look inside.”, he said, pointing to the cassette player. I took the earbuds off of it and opened it up. There was already a cassette in there. I took it out and looked at it. On the front of it, it said “our songs” with a small heart next to it.

“Did you make this mixtape for me?”, i asked. He was so sweet I wanted to cry.

“Yea, it has songs on it that just remind me of you, but it also has the song that was playing when we first met, and the song that was on the radio when I picked you up for our first date-“

I interpreted him by practically throwing myself onto him, putting my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and repeating thank you over and over again. He was startled at first but then laughed and wrapped his arms around me too.

“why are you so sweet to me? no one has ever been as nice as you are to me.”, i said before starting to pepper soft kisses on this side of his face.

“um, probably… probably because… I love you?”

I pulled away to look at his eyes. We hadn’t said that to each other before, even though I had felt it for a while. I was too scared that he wouldn’t reciprocate those feelings or that we would be moving to fast. fear swirled in his eyes as he awaited a response.

“you do?”

he nodded his head.

I pushed myself onto him again, holding him in another hug. I was so happy, I couldn’t even describe the feelings I felt.

“I love you too.”, i said.

“thank you for the gift. I love it. I love being with you.”, i added.

I pulled away to be met by his cute, smiling face. I cupped his face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

“can we listen to it?”, i asked.

“yea, of course.”, he nodded.

I got off of him and went over to the cassette player, putting the cassette into it and plugging in the headphones. I held out one of the earbuds and Gustav grabbed it and put it into his ear. The other one went into my ear. I pressed play and waited for the music to start. Once it did, I put my head back onto his shoulder and sighed a little. He rested his head on top of mine. We sat and listened to the mixtape as the snow fell and it faded into night. We both finished our hot chocolates, but decided to stay on the couch for the night.

I had never felt so loved and happy in my life.

We drifted to sleep, arms wrapped around each other as snowflakes coated the outside and soft music played in our ears.

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a/n ~ sorry for this taking so long, I hope you enjoyed!! this was very fun to write

[wanduhhh]

That Doesn’t Seem Fair 18+

Wanda/Reader (oneshot)

Teasing Wanda when she’s at work does not come without consequences

TW: smutty smut smut, bratty reader, mommy Wanda 😵‍💫😵‍💫, vibes and teasing

@goodebyee juuuust for you. Who knows why🤔 definitely doesn’t ring any bells. Hope u like it as much as I like u dummy 💖💖

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You knew Wanda was a workaholic long before you moved in together, many late nights were spent at the office. And you often took her dinner just as an excuse to see her once more that day. That’s why it was confusing that it didn’t seem to get any easier when she left in the mornings.

You had tried every tactic under the sun just to convince her to play hooky with you once, but to no avail. She considered herself too much of a professional. Still, it didn’t slow down your efforts.

This particular morning you had gone with a favourite for the both of you. Peeling back the covers to reveal a sleeping Wanda, glancing at the clock to see you had 15 minutes before her eyes would be forced to fly open. You got to work.

Wanda’s choice to sleep in just a pair of panties served you well, as you quickly started mouthing at her inner thighs. Always so soft and warm just for you. You couldn’t afford time to slowly work her up, until she was whining so prettily. So you slipped the panties to one side and let your tongue delve in. It seemed she was always wet and waiting for you, even as she slept peacefully.

When you let your tongue dip inside, moaning quietly to yourself at her taste; she began to stir. Flicking your eyes up to see her scrunched brows and puckered lips. Letting out little sleepy puffs of air that had the wisps of her hair moving just slightly. It made you smile into her as you continued your ministrations. Keeping your tongue light so as not to abruptly wake her up.

But the time ticked on and you saw your opportunity slipping away, so you thrusted two of your fingers inside her and sucked on her clit; hard. Her eyes flew open, hand landing in your hair immediately. Her thighs fell open and your heart clutched at the thought of her always craving you even with her foggy brain early in the morning.

“Mmm this is a really nice way to wake up detka”, she lazily stroked your hair as she looked down at you, offering you a sleepy smile that lasted a second before she was openly moaning. Your peripheral vision saw numbers ticking by on her alarm clock and you wrapped your arms around her thighs. Holding them further open for you as you started to fuck her properly.

“Fuck please don’t stop” unluckily for Wanda, that was your precise plan.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“Ughhhh no, no no no. Don’t you fucking dare” she tried to keep you where you were, knowing exactly what you were up to. Clenching her thighs around your head and holding your hair with a fierce grip. But still; you pulled your fingers out and pulled your tongue back. Chucking at her whines.

“Please no baby, I hate when you send me to work all needy” her puppy dog eyes had you teetering on the edge of giving in, that and the fact that you had robbed yourself of watching her come undone.

“If you want to come in my mouth, you know exactly what to do Mommy” she didn’t waste a second before smacking you with a pillow. Too used to this little game by now. “I knew you just wanted to be a bad girl this morning, I am Not phoning in”. Suddenly it was your turn to groan.

You tried your very best to drag her back into bed, even going as far as sneaking into the shower with her. But she refused to give in, you began thinking she secretly loved this game you played. Leaving teasing touches every time she brushed past you. Pulling on a black dress you both knew was a little too short, and bending over dramatically to fasten heels that were a little too high.

The tables had well and truly turned by the time she was walking to the front door, and you were putty in her hands. But if Wanda wanted to tease you and not give you what you wanted, then you would definitely return the favour.

You started with pictures first. Tasteful photos of your underwear clad body under the direct sunlight. Giving her a view of every freckle she loved to kiss on her way down to your thighs. When all that received was a ‘my pretty girl’ through a quick text, you knew you had to double down.

You reached for your favourite toy in the bedside drawer, the one that always had you wet and shaking within minutes. Teasing yourself with it first, before you opened up your camera app. Then you started to record.

You kept your panties on because you knew Wanda well enough to know that even though she knew fine well what you looked like without them; it would drive her mad to not be able to see what you were doing unfiltered. Making exaggerated movements with your vibe, moaning a little more than you normally would. Completely playing up for the camera.

You sent it with a, ‘wish mommy was here to help me’ and then just to anger her more; you let yourself come. You knew you were in big trouble when all she sent back was ‘fuck’ but it still didn’t stop you from sending a follow up video of you collecting wetness all over your fingers and holding them up to the camera. That one went on read, yet you received no reply. Your thighs clenched in anticipation.

It was a long day of waiting. The stickiness didn’t ease up at all. You had hoped that your little show would have had Wanda storming home early, ready to reach you a lesson. But she was happy to leave you to stir.

You knew your plan had backfired when you found yourself pacing in front of the door like an obedient puppy; awaiting your owners arrival. But when she strode in, she kissed you on the cheek and walked past you. Going directly to the kitchen where she grabbed a glass of wine and perched on a bar stool.

You pressed yourself close to her, nuzzling into her hair and inhaling her scent. Leaving featherlight kisses across her jaw; trying to ease the rage you had no doubt caused. She paid you no mind at all, barely placing her glass down when she passively said “get on the bed, everything off except your panties. Now”. And you gulped but did not hesitate.

You lay there for god knows how long, rubbing your thighs together itching for her touch. Your ears had become attuned to every noise you heard floating through the walls, her heels clicking as she took her glass to the sink, the water running as she washed it. In no hurry to ease the fire that was coursing through your body.

When she finally appeared in the doorway all she did was smirk at your flustered state. Floating over to perch beside you; raking her nails up your thighs gently. “You were not a very good girl today puppy, distracting mommy when she’s at work is very naughty” despite the excitement of finally having her here with you, your eyes filled with tears at her tone.

“I’m sorry mommy I just really-“ she shushed you with a stern look, “missed me? I know I know. But that doesn’t give you an excuse to touch yourself without permission does it?” And then it clicked in your brain. Of course that’s what angered her. Not you trying your darnedest to make her day more difficult; but you touching what’s hers.

“I was at my desk all day, thinking of how good you taste and how wet you were. Whilst you were here acting like a whore; that doesn’t seem fair does it?”. You knew better than to plead your case when you didn’t have one; so you fixed her with a pout and your best puppy dog eyes. She held your face in her hands so gently that you felt yourself leaning in, even whilst knowing it was a false sense of security.

“Now, on your back bunny. Arms above your head and thighs together” she didn’t even bother to make sure you followed her orders, knowing fine well you did. Turning back to you holding a scarf in each hand and adorning the cockiest grin.

You could’ve sworn she was a sailor in a past life because your arms and legs were bound in an instant. Wiggling as much as you could and still unable to get anywhere, “enough wriggling, lay still for mommy” and you tried your best.

“Now tell me which one of your toys you used earlier” your throat closed up at the demand, the pieces in your brain finally clicking together in the worst way. “No no mommy please” she placed a finger on your lips to shush you this time. “Ah ah no point whining now dumb baby, was it this one?” Waggling it in front of your red face because she already knew the answer, you confirmed it anyway with a guilty nod.

“Great, then let’s slip it right back inside those panties” pausing to do just that, she sat it just right before pressing the button. Smirking at the instant hitch in your breath. “And let’s see how many times my needy little girl can come all by herself, because she clearly doesn’t need mommy’s help today”. Your whines were lost on her and all she offered you was a condescending pout each time you begged her for her fingers instead.

It was going to be a long night, but you knew you wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.

[chrisandjohnnieswife]

I say moaning as Chris is making me so good his hand travels up to my throat and squeezing it a little. I’ve never felt so good in my life other than getting railed by my boyfriend. “You’re gonna hold it until I say you can let it out on my dick” Chris says groaning. “I ca-can’t I’m gonna cum daddy” I say in pain from holding it. “Fucking hold it you slut” Chris says in my ear. “Ah,fuck I’m so close” he says “you can let it o-,Oh fuuuuck” Chris says as he cums inside me eyes rolling in the back of his head. “Can I cum now daddy?” I say shyly, as I said this Chris starts pounding into me at this point he doesn’t care if he’s sensitive or not. He just wants to make me cum all over his dick, “ugh,fuck shit oh my god” I’m moaning as I cum all over his dick as he sends me down from my high. “Ride my face you slut” Chris says as he goes to lay on his back, I put my left leg over and straddle his face and lower myself on him. “I want you to suffocate me and let me eat you out until you shake” Chris says beneath me “okay daddy” I say. I bury him with my pussy and he eats me out as he closes his eyes gripping onto my thighs. “Ah fuck” I say looking at him do the work. “Chris it’s t-to sensitive” I whine in pain but in a good way, “I don’t care put up with it slut” Chris says licking his lips. “I’m close I’m - ughhhh” I moan loudly covering my mouth as my legs are shaking, my eyes rolling back. “Ride me now and be warned you gonna be pounded in so fucking hard” Chris warns me. “No I can’t it’s too sensitive” I say looking at him, “no do it you dirty little slut” Chris says pulling me into him.

“Be aware because I’m gonna go really rough” Chris says as he pushes me into him. Without warning he’s going so fast I couldn’t even keep my eyes open my mouth was just hung open as he’s biting his lip and his mouth agape, eyes rolling back as he moans really loud that Nick and Matt could hear. “UGH FUUUUUUCK” Chris says loudly moaning. I’m so tired I just collapse on him to catch my breath. Chris pulls out of me and gets up to get a wet towel from the bathroom to clean us up. “You did so good but was I too rough?” he asked worried. “No not at all, I like it when your rough Chris” I say smiling. “Good” Chris looks at me smiling. When we’re clean, we get into our clothes and go upstairs to see Nick and Matt there watching a movie. “Hey guys” I say while waving at them and Chris follows. “Ugh omg Chris fuck” “go faster” Nick and Matt mock me. “You guys are disgusting” Nick says and Matt nods in agreement. “Bet you wish you had a girlfriend now guys cuz that was the best time of my life” Chris says looking at both of them. “Well no cuz I’m gay” Nick says chucking. “I don’t want a girlfriend, I’m happy single” Matt says smiling. I look at Chris embarrassed as I feel my cheeks go red. HIS BROTHERS HEARD US.🙊

This literally took me all day istg if this flops im gonna cry😭💀

[rachelsfav-queer]

Ughhhh we need more needy Wednesday 🥺

NEEDY WEDNESDAY ON THE WAY DEAR!!! NEEDY WEDNESDAY IS ON THE WAY!!!!

“Mommy pleeeeeaaassseeeeeee!!”

*Sighs* “No Wednesday. I have to finish this project. It’s really important, the company’s stocks depend on it. Why don’t you go ask Daddy?”

*Stomps her feet* “You know why Mommy! Daddy will never say yes, you will!”

*Arching her brow* “Oh I will? Is that so? Tell me, slut. How exactly do you know that, hmm?”

*Ducks head in embarrassment* “Ummm, I just meant…”

“Well? You really think you can just get me to say yes to whatever you want?”

*Nods shyly*

“Well then, I guess I have to show you what happens to little brats who think they can just get whatever they want! Clothes off. On your knees.”

Wednesday obeys immediately, taking only a second to land on her knees in front of Enid. The werewolf laughs at the seer’s eagerness. But instead of actually doing anything to her, Enid simply turns around and sits back at her desk, returning to her work and ignoring Wednesday entirely.

“Mommy??”

No response.

“Mommyyy!!!”

Still nothing.

“MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!”

Getting no results, Wednesday tries to stand up, only to be frozen in place by Mommy looking at her unimpressed. Wednesday sinks back onto her knees and looks down at the ground. She doesn’t see Enid text Yoko, telling her to come over and “handle” Wednesday.

Yoko enters the room quietly and sneaks up behind Wednesday. Suddenly, she shoves the seer’s face down onto the carpet and lands on top of her.

“Well hello there… brat.”

Yoko doesn’t give Wednesday a single second to catch up before she delivers a rough spank on her ass. Then, Yoko takes two fingers and shoves them in her pussy, and starts finger fucking her roughly, not showing a bit of mercy.

“So, you’re feeling needy, huh? Well here you go, slut. Take Daddy’s fingers like the good little slut Mommy and I know you can be! There’s no need to be such a brat, sweet girl. Though you certainly don’t have to stop, you know how much Daddy loves putting you back in your place.”

Wednesday cries out at the rough treatment, tears rolling down her face as she moans relentlessly. She just barely notices Enid facing them instead now, sitting with one foot up on her chair and her pants off. She’s fingering herself, not bothering on trying to keep up with Yoko’s pace. The humiliation of the situation burns Wednesday’s skin and deep inside her belly. But at the same time, she’s never felt this turned on in her life.

It doesn’t take long for Wednesday to reach her peak and just as she knew would happen, Yoko doesn’t slow down a bit. If anything, she speeds up, now slamming her fingers inside her pussy.

Every now and then, Yoko whispers in Wednesday’s ear “Color?” to which Wednesday responds every time with “Green!” and Yoko continues.

Yoko doesn’t even consider stopping until Wednesday collapses fully to the floor and her eyes begin to shut. Yoko carefully picks the raven up bridal style and looks at Enid, who’s had a few orgasms of her own, and makes sure she’s okay before carrying Wednesday to the bathroom to give her a bath and then put her to bed, cuddling with her for a bit until she falls asleep. Then, Yoko returns to Enid and does a more thorough check with her, eventually pulling her away from her work to have a shower together and after that taking her to bed as well. Yoko lays between Wednesday and Enid, coaxing the werewolf to sleep before finally closing her own eyes.

End <3

(Ugh, this is so messy, I hate it. Sorry y’all)

[dollfaceksj]

Can #7 be of Jungkook getting seriously jealous and making oc cry with mean-ish words? Maybe? Please?

i hear u loud and clear 🫡

gonna tag some warnings: y/n is a bit out of line/out of character cause of alcohol consumption & sorry for the angst…. this kinda takes a serious turn unlike the crack-vibes we’ve had so far. + its pretty long. sawry <3333

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #7

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sunday evening, ur chillin’ at home, watching how to get away with murder with a bag of chips on your stomach and your legs thrown up on the table

your phone starts ringing and you groan

who the hell is calling u rnnnn

you reach for the remote to pause the show before raising your phone to look at your screen

oh it’s eunbi

…

wait

IT’S EUNBI

you shoot up and chew the remnants of the chips in your mouth quickly, swallowing it down with your can of soda

you pick up the phone and put it to your ear

“hey–”

“i told you not to tell him!”

NO

what

NO NO NO

“what?”

“don’t act stupid! jungkook! you told jungkook!”

fuck fuck fuck

how are you gonna explain that you really didn’t!!

“eunbi i swear i didn’t!”

“then why did he come by to tell me he doesn’t like messing with people that can’t keep it on the down low? you’re the only one i told!!”

just to tell her? does that mean he just went there to break their little fling off and he didn’t fuck her?

but

why…

would he…

hm

“i swear i didn’t tell him. you can ask him yourself!”

“well i can’t anymore, he wasn’t very fucking happy, y/n. now he thinks i’m a dumb bitch that can’t help but run her mouth.”

well

she kinda is?

just calm her down

“you’re getting worked up over someone that has a gaming set up with twin monitors and a chair that lights up.”

she quietly chuckles and then says, “well, he has amazing dick.”

oooof. it worked

you roll your eyes. “you can find so many better, eunbi. don’t let that guy walk all over you like that.”

rich coming from YOU

she sighs quietly. “sorry for yelling like that. i just…”

she suddenly trails off

hm?

“you just?” you encourage her to finish her sentence

“how do you know he has a gaming set up? even i don’t know that.”

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

oh right

yeah

well

you’re fucked actually

now how the FUCK are you gonna explain you’ve been to his apartment after he just broke it off with her

SHE’S GONNA THINK YOU MADE HIM BREAK IT OFF WITH EUNBI FOR YOU

“what?”

wow very smart

“how the fuck do you know that, y/n?”

just calm down

think logically

“eunbi, he’s literally a damn gamer. it was a stereotypical joke but i’m pretty sure he does.”

GOOD SAVE GOOD SAVE

it’s quiet on the other line for a moment

“right, right, sorry. i’m being paranoid.”

“paranoid for what? u’d hate it if i did something with him?”

“well, i wouldn’t like it to be honest but i guess you can do whatever you want. it’d just be a shitty thing to do.”

???

“why, though? like you said he’s fucking everyone and their mother. you weren’t seeing each other romantically and y’all weren’t on platonic terms either. it was just sex.”

the other line is quiet

you conclude, “unless you… unless you’ve caught feelings for him.”

silence

eunbi is dead silent

“really eunbi? a JUNIOR?”

“ughhhh it’s not my fault, okay! he’s just so…” she deeply sighs. “he just knows what to say.”

yeah

yeah you know what she means

“i’m sorry he broke it off like that.”

“it’s okay. maybe it’s better before i actually catch some real feelings.”

you sigh and rub your forehead. “you’re in uni to get your degree, not let guys walk all over you and ESPECIALLY not geeks that are younger than you.”

she softly chuckles, “right. well anyways, i gotta go. i’ll talk to you later.”

“okay…” you quietly sigh as you hang up the phone and slam your phone down onto the couch besides you

for fucks sake

if you didn’t already feel stupid for playing this stupid game with jungkook, you feel guilty now

but why? they weren’t a thing

they weren’t anything

you could’ve very well already been sleeping with jungkook (gross!) when she told you

so does it matter in the end?

it’s just a matter of circumstances

worse than the circumstances you find yourself in right now

clubbing on a friday evening with tae and his mates

wearing the tightest little skirt you own

a long sleeve shirt that plunges almost all the way down to your belly button, cleavage on display

makeup and hair done the way you like it

you look absolutely stunning (u always do bae <3)

tae came to pick you up and now you’re standing in a club, hugging your phone to your chest as you wait by the bar

joon, yoongi, tae and seokjin are present

and yoongi looks mighty mighty MIGHTYYYY good

his long black hair is slicked back and he’s dressed in all black like he walked off the set of a mafia movie

you’ve taken just two shots so far but taehyung hitting The Shoot to a song that it doesn’t fit on whilst recording it for his insta story is enough to turn your babysitter instinct on

but

your phone buzzes

instagram notification

probably taehyung tagging you on his story again for the nth time tonight

you glance at your phone anyways

📸 @.jungkook97 has requested to follow you!

?

??

???

what the fuck

what the literal FUCK?

why is he

WHY IS HE ????

Oh for fucks sake

shit shit

what do you do?

accepting and declining his follow request would both just look like you’re still playing his game

and ur NOT!!!

swear

your thumb hovers over the confirm button

girl just accept his follow request and he’ll see how unbothered you are thru ur story

NO

decline and put him BEHIND you.

nooooo just accept :))

decline.

accept!!

DECLINE

before you can even accept or decline

an arm brushes against your elbow and you snap your head up to look at the person

is it .. who u think it is ..

“you don’t look like you’re enjoying your night,” he says as he nods towards taehyung

oh shit it’s yoongi

his voice is so deep and gravely. goodness gracious.

what perfect timing

you really needed something to take your mind off of all this bs

“i’m babysitting a grown man,” you chuckle, crossing your arms as you lean back against the bar

“he’s not your responsibility so you’re a good friend for that.”

hmmm

what a sweet thing to say :(

“thanks, yoongles.”

he chuckles and shakes his head. “what did i say about calling me yoongles?”

hm hm hm

you quip, “want me to call you something else instead?”

WHERES UR DECORUM???

TWO SHOTS AND UR LOSING UR MIND

he glances at you. “i’d blame the alcohol for your boldness but you had water the other day and you were still on demon time.”

???

you giggle and shake your head. “i’m fine. i’m just having fun, yoonie.”

“don’t call me that either.”

you should really listen to him but why are you such a fucking lightweight MANNNNN

you lean into his face. “you know, you have really pretty lips. like you could be a mouth model.” your eyes are glued to his lips and his eyes are staring down at you as you close your eyes in on his lips

“that so?”

(guys his lips…)

“like they’re so pink and plump. and soft. wow, you could totally be a mouth mod–”

yoongi chuckles and shakes his head before he cuts you off. “just kiss me.”

PAUSE

RECORD SCRATCH

WAITTT

you blink at him a couple times. “my lip combo cost me–”

“38 bucks, i know. you make them look that good and expect not to be kissed?”

DAMN

wow

that was so

smooth wow wait

uhhh

you

you kinda want to

so maybe you should

your eyes ping pong between both his eyes, a slight pinch on your brows. “i mean,” you pause, “it’s just a kiss.”

and before you know it, you’ve gently pressed your lips against his.

wow

his lips are so damn soft

so so soft

you cup his soft cheeks and pull him a but closer, lips messily painting his

but he doesn’t seem to mind when he holds you close by your waist, lips moving against yours in your own rhythm

you part your lips and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue through, gently licking into your mouth and allowing himself to taste the alcohol on your tongue

you move your hand down to his chest, other arm wrapping around his neck

suddenly a tap on your shoulder makes you jump

fuck fucj

who is that who is that

pls don’t be him

you pull away and glance over your shoulder

to be met with

none other than

oh.

it’s tae

WHEW

why are you still worried he’ll catch you? he doesn’t even go clubbing and he wasn’t here with tae or any of the other guys

he starts tugging on the both of you

“GUYS. dance on the dance floor! not at the bar. y’all look STUPID.” he slurs his words and you realize he thinks y’all are dancing and not … making out

what a dumbass

yoongi glances at you and chuckles, making you reach up and wipe his lips clean of the gloss you just smeared on his lips with your thumbs

you pull him to the dance floor, back turned to him

and so, you lead his hands to your hips as you continue to sway your hips to the song

he grips your hips and presses the side of his face against the side of your head

you close your eyes, allowing yourself to feel the music and the beat pumping through your veins

you needed this

no thoughts right now

you lean your head back against his chest, cranium grazing his collarbones as he continues to respectfully keep his hands on your hips

you dance with him for a few songs, allowing yourself to forget about everything. you’ve been acting a fool lately and yoongi is making you feel okay

you feel okay.

you feel okay.

you feel okay.

that is until yoongi stops moving behind you

just as you turn to look over your shoulder, you see

you see him

him

him

him

Him

HIM

h

i

m

“can i borrow her from you?” is all you hear as you stare at his lips, watching the lip rings move as he talks

what the hell

“sure, man.” yoongi pats jungkook on the shoulder before smiling at you and disappearing in the sea of bodies

no

yoongi, don’t leave

no no no

your heart is beating in your ass.

jungkook closes the distance between you and swiftly turns you around by your waist, holding your back close against his chest

your heart is definitely beating through your back and he can feel it through his chest, you’re sure of it

why the hell is he here?

he never goes clubbing

what is going on????

“no one likes a tryhard, y/n.” he says into your ear as he sways left to right

????

what?

no literally what

“you’re so pretty, so elegant. you could have the world at your feet,” he continues, hands respectfully dropping to your hips as he holds your hips and sways them for you

because

you

are

literally

fucking

frozen

“and yet, you’re seeking attention like you don’t matter.” his words are literally creating a dry lump in your throat

you literally did nothing wrong today

you didn’t do anything to get a reaction out of him

and yet he’s tearing into you???

you don’t deserve it this time

that’s enough

you’ve had enough

you slowly peel his hands off your hips and turn to him, glaring right up at him

he tilts his head to the side as he stares you down

everything happens

at once

you realize what’s going on

when you’re staring at the side of jungkook’s face

his cheek that’s reddening

and a clench in his jaw

right

you just

slapped him

you watch as he slowly nods like he knows he deserved that

he slowly turns his head to look at you and you’re vibrating with rage

“fuck you, jungkook. you absolute fucking asshole.”

you watch him open his mouth to respond but you don’t let him speak

you continue, “the world doesn’t fucking revolve around you but you know why you think it does?” you give him a moment to think about it.

but this time he’s not saying anything. he just stares at you

“because you’re a damn narcissist and you think any and everyone is out to get dicked down by you.” you bring your hand up to wipe your runny nose with the back of your hand

girl … you’re tearing into him

“but you’re just a fucking loser that games all day and gets his dick wet by girls who are also just looking for a release. you’re not anything fucking special, there’s nothing you can offer anyone except for good dick and your math notes.”

you can’t seem to stop though

“yeah, i admit, i sat next to you that day and talked to you like that with questionable intentions but that was because i wanted to see how far you’d be willing to take tae and joon’s ‘warning’, not because i fucking want you cause i don’t. i said it before and i’ll say it again but you gross me the fuck out.”

wrap it up before he cries… or before you cry

his big black eyes are staring straight at you, lips slightly parted and just a look of shock on his face

his cheek is decorated with a red print of your hand

“at the end of the day you are absolutely,” you pause as you narrow your eyes, “nothing but a fuckboy.”

by the clench in his jaw, the pinch in between his brows, the squint in his eyes and the quick scrunch in his nose, you can tell he doesn’t fucking like that

but you clearly don’t give a fuck anymore

he had it coming

tears prick in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall in his presence

what gives him the right to make you feel so small and humiliate you like that?

and with that, you shove your hand against his shoulder and push past him

you stumble all the way to the restrooms and book an uber

you wait for the uber’s arrival in the stalls

and leave without another word to anyone else

jungkook: 2

you: 1

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