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laughing-with-god · 3 years

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The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)

Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)

Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook

Word Count; 5.4k

Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.

Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.

Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.

The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.

The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.

Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.

He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.

This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.

But there was only one problem with this scene.

That was your husband, Jungkook.

And that woman in his arms was not you.

As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.

Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.

“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.

Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”

Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.

“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.

You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.

His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.

It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.

Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.

Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.

“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.

A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.

Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.

Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.

“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.

You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.

“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.

You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”

Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”

She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.

“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”

“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.

“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.

Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.

“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.

“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”

The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”

Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.

Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.

The ball was finally in your court.

Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.

“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.

“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”

Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.

He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to be angry.

You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.

But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.

Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?

Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.

Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.

Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.

Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”

You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.

“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”

You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”

Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”

And there it was.

The big question.

Did you truly even care about this marriage?

Well, let’s look at the facts.

One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.

Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.

Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.

Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.

But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.

The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.

Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”

Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.

You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”

You didn’t say anything.

Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.

However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.

You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”

“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”

Jin nodded but seemed unsure.

You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.

Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.

Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.

To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?

It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.

Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.

Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.

To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.

Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.

You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.

Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.

“Did you see her?”

“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”

“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.

You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.

It was Sana.

“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”

“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”

“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”

“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”

Cruel laughter from all of them.

The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.

“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”

Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.

A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.

Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.

“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”

Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.

“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.

They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.

“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”

Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”

Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.

You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.

You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”

You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.

Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.

Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.

Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.

When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.

“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.

“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.

You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”

Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.

You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.

Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.

Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.

“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.

‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.

“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”

“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.

Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.

“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.

Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.

All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.

A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.

Should you expose your son to your future plan?

The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.

“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.

“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.

“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.

“Like a va-vayca-”

“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.

“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”

The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.

“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”

The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”

Your heart broke.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.

“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”

“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”

“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”

“Like spies?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”

You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.

“Promise.”

Author’s Note: So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next. The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life. Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ. Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol. This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments. Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.

Big thanks to @sushireads once again for creating the cover art for this fic. They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.

And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic. They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar. They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while. I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.

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“Have a nice day, Miss,” Mingi smiled, his eyes disappearing. You said thank you with the sweetest voice ever before turning away.

STOP IT NANA YOU ADDED MINGI OMG MY hART!

Jay eyed your drink and saw the message on the cup “To: Miss Y/N, an angel without wings”. His eyebrows furrowed.

YEAH JAY BE JEALOUS YOU DOODOO HEAD!!! lol jkjk he is the sweetest hehe

Jay followed her movements with his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. He then made eye contact with the barista, Mingi, who he swore was judging him silently with his eyes.

mingi me too!!!! me tooooooo!!! let's fight jay rn omg im rolling up my sleeves as we speak!

“I can write a 10k-word document explaining why and how to tell a girl that you’ve got a girlfriend. Men do this all the time!

OKAY THIS ENTIRE PARAGRAPH!!!! girlboss!yn frfr because the frustration, i tell you!!!!!!! fgdhasjdaskd

“But how do you say you have a girlfriend without making it sound weird?”

i'm about to punch him! lol jkjk but gimme that empty iced vanilla latte because i'll throw the ice cubes at him hahaha

You then pretended to text and mimic Jay’s voice the best you can.

“Oh, sorry, Hyunseo, I have a date with my girlfriend that day, I can’t go. Oh, that’s a great café, Hyunseo, it’s my girlfriend’s favorite place. Hi, Hyunseo, do you have any suggestions on what I should gift my girlfriend?”

WHEN I FUCKING TELL YOU THAT I SCREAMED AND READ THIS OUT LOUD HFAJSDAHSJHAHAHAHA NANA PLEASE I AM WHEEZING MY STOMACH HURTS

“Forgive me?” He asked, lips moving against your skin. “I will do everything you say.”

“You already do that. I’m your boss,” you snatched your hand away and started walking.

ASDFGHJKASL HAHAHAHAHAHAHA IN YO FACE JAY

“Then can you take super cool candid pictures of us?” Sunghoon joined the conversation, looking somewhat hopeful.

WHY ARE YOU HERE FOR THIS SUNGHOON, GET OUT

Heeseung nodded. “I don’t mind working on weekends, I could use the extra money. I could be your second Mr. Lee.”

You chuckled at the idea before you looked at Jay. He was shooting daggers at Heeseung with his eyes.

now i understand what ori meant with mr. lee fdgasjdhajs im wheezing so hard rn omg

“Personally, I was just looking forward to driving a Benz.”

LEE HEESEUNG LMFAO OKAY BUT SAME LOLOL because if i had chance i'd do it too hahahahahaha

“I want you all for myself.”

i just melted all over the floor bye

“I will feed you,” Jay cut you off, busy unboxing the meal he ordered for you. “Just keep typing.”

standards EVERYWHERE omfg i need my bf to read this gdhsajdhaj

“Evening, Miss,” Heeseung bowed slightly and Jay rolled his eyes at him.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahhahahahahahah i love this

“You don’t need me to open your door, do you?” Heeseung asked Jay as he made his way to the other side.

Jay squinted his eyes in annoyance. “Just shut up and drive.”

I'M WHEEZING LIKE A CRAZY PERSON HAHAHA NANA PLS OMG

Great, another Lee, he thought.

THE LEES ARE OUT FOR JAY HFJASDHAJS ITS A SIGN LOLOL

“Well, I can,” he placed your hand on his shoulder and rested his hand on your waist, taking your places on the dancefloor. “And you can just follow me.”

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOMG MY HEART IS POUNDING SO FAST

Yeji had both hands covering her lips while Keeho’s mouth was agape. “Did you see that?” Keeho asked Yeji. She nodded.

ME SQUEALING WITH THESE TWO

that ending omfg nana i just LET ME CRY?!?!?!?! THE ANGST IS SO chefs kiss because i am ready for the next part to come so i can cry more and happy clap like a seal when they patch things up IF THEY DO IN THE NEXT PART ahhhhhhhhh i am a mess rn

OF COURSE I ADDED MINGI I ACTUALLY FELT BAD FOR LEAVING HIM OUT OF THE GANG HASHDASDHAS my goal is to add as many idols as I can as cameos

NOT ME drinking vanilla latte AS WE SPEAK

and Jay being surrounded by Lees is super unintentional I really just noticed it in this part HAHSHAH

I actually felt bad because they literally 'broke up' after sex which is DEVASTATING BUT LIKE THE ANGST IS NEEDED

I AM ALREADY WORKING ON PART 5 RIGHT NOW!

#nanaanswers #from.genie #nanafeedbacks #fic: vente conmigo #THANK YOU GENIE #FOR READING AND LAUGHING AND TYPING THIS

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blackmissfrizzle · 4 years

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Wild Child

Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader

Summary: Miguel can’t control his free spirited wife.

Warnings: Its filthy. I tried to put some plot in it but its barely there lol.

WC: 4.1K

A/N: I hit a couple of birds with this one stone. First its a request from @darlingcherrybomb-Can I have 11 & 15 w/ Miguel Galindo plz??? thank you :) and this is also my submission for my 2K Follower Celebration and Bad Bitch Challenge. The song I’m using is Hood Rat Shit. Also shoutout to @starrynite7114 for indulging me!

Prompts are bolded

When Miguel Galindo started dating you no one really batted an eye. They simply thought the businessman/cartel boss was going through a mid-life crisis and wanted some young pretty thing on his arm. But when he slipped that engagement ring on your finger and made an honest woman out of you, everyone had questions. You were Santo Padre’s resident wild child.

If it wasn’t the Mayans causing trouble, then it was you. Growing up the Reyes family was your next-door neighbors and that instantly made EZ and Angel your best friends. Even as a child Angel was charismatic and that easily made you look up to him. Everything he did, you tried to do. That earned you the nickname, Angelita. If you could’ve joined the club, you would’ve.

So how you ended up married to Miguel was a mystery. Sure, you cleaned up nice and despite your wild ways you had a respectable job, but you still were considered as riff raff, nothing but a damn troublemaker.

Where everyone saw a crazy party girl, Miguel saw an independent uninhibited woman. Someone unafraid to speak their mind and can hold their own in this cutthroat world. Someone who could handle all of him. Someone who humbled him and made him enjoy the simpler things in life.

Although, he loved you, you were a fucking headache. Your free spirit didn’t sit well with the confines of his lifestyle. Any chance you got you ditched the bodyguards. Upscale lounges? Nah, you loved the dive bars. There’s a Mayans party? You’re there. Dress like you’re a powerful businessman’s wife? Nope can do. You were allergic to designer and preferred jeans and leggings. Being driven around town? No thank you, you were a speed demon. As you and your friends love to say, “You’re ain’t nothing but a hoodrat hoodrat, hoochie mama.”

Like tonight, he specifically told you he didn’t want you hanging out at the clubhouse because he heard some rumblings of trouble with another MC. But of course, you didn’t listen. It was EZ’s patch party and you were gonna celebrate with your boys.

“Run me my money, Medina!” You folded your hand in the ‘gimme’ motion.

“Aren’t you already rich?” He asked, slapping the twenties in your hand.

Angel busted out laughing and nudged Medina with his shoulder. “We told you not to play her. I told you she’s vicious. Don’t ever fall for the puppy dog eyes.”

Everyone joined in at Medina’s lost. At this point most Mayans in the Santo Padre charter and other charters knew not to play pool with you or at least not to underestimate you, so finding someone not privy to to your skills was delightful.

Throughout the night, your goal was to set EZ up with Gabby and not just for a one-night stand. He desperately needed someone else to focus on instead of Emily. Currently, you were outside at a table with your crew: Coco, Gilly, EZ, and Angel.

“Just go talk to her.” You urged your best friend.

“Yeah, for some crazy ass reason she likes you.” Angel slapped the back of his brother’s head.

Tracing your finger along his arm, you pointed out the evidence. “It’s this damn vein that always making an appearance.”

Coco sat back in amazement. “That shit really turn y’all on? Simple stuff like that? One time I had a chick obsessed with my fingers. She got turned on whenever I held a cig. I thought she was into some freaky ass shit.” The whole table erupted into laughter. For Coco to be so experienced, he was clueless.

Taking his hand in yours, you began tracing his fingers and inspecting. “Oh ok, I see you Coco Cruz. These shits are veiny, long, and thick as fuck. Yeah, homegirl was obsessed!”

“But why, chiquita?” Coco flicked you on the nose.

“Do you not finger bitches, Cruz? These are prefect candidates for fingering. Like dude, when I see, Miguel’s fingers wrapped around a glass, I get all wet and tingly inside.”

If you were paying attention, then you would’ve noticed how quiet all the guys gotten. It wasn’t until Coco slyly slipped his hand out of your grasp that you felt a presence. “He’s behind me, isn’t he?”

“Yup, Angelita!” Angel hooked his arm around your neck and ruffled your hair. A gesture that didn’t bother Miguel. He understood the familial dynamic you had with the Reyes brothers.

“Hey babe!” You smiled at him like you didn’t just disobeyed him by showing up at this party.

Miguel gave you a small smirk. It was his way of telling you he was pissed off, but he wasn’t going to show it in front of company. “Sweetheart,” he kissed you on top of your head. “I’m going to talk to Obispo and then we’re leaving.” His tone told you there was no room for arguments.

Miguel left you to go to talk to Bishop and give you some time to tell your friends goodbye. Marcus stood by you as he watched boss leave. “Angelita, do you ever stay out of trouble?” He patted your back and kissed your temple.

You held your chin as if you were in deep thought. “Mmm, nope. Its too much fun not to.”

“We should’ve nicknamed you little Diabla.” Gilly joked.

“Screw you, Gilly!”

“No, that’s your husband’s job and by the way you’ll be walking like Bambi for the next week will be proof enough.” You slapped Angel upside the head, but the only further his laughing. They all loved to tease you when you got in trouble with Miguel.

You didn’t have time to quip back, because Miguel came back done with his conversation with Bishop and from the looks of it, Bishop got some bad news. Hopefully, none of it had anything to do with you.

When you got in the car the partition was already rolled up, a big red flag that you were in trouble. “Sooooo, what did you talk to Bishop about? He looked upset.”

Miguel cut his eyes to you before he looked back out the window. “That other MC was on the way to the clubhouse to shoot up the place. I handled it when I was on the way. Just dumb luck we stumbled onto them.”

“Wowwww,” you blew a raspberry and widen your eyes as saucers. You hated when he was right, it knocked down all your objections. “Lucky that you were on the way then, huh?” You gave him a nervous smile and scratched the back of your head.

“Lucky?” He repeated the word with venom. “You could’ve died!”

“But I didn’t!”

“You disobeyed me!”

It was true, you didn’t listen, but everything worked out in the end. “I know but-”

One of Miguel’s hand grasped your throat hard enough to make breathing a little harder, but not enough to hurt you. He pressed his face against to the side of yours, harshly breathing against your ear. “No buts- you deliberately disobeyed me and if it wasn’t for me coming to get your bratty ass, you would’ve been dead!”

“Miguel, I’m sorry.”

With his other hand, Miguel shoved his hand down your pants. “Oh, you’re about to be sorry, mi vida. I’ll show you what these fingers can do.” His fingers pushed your panties to the side and explored all your wetness. “Shit! You’re loving this, you dirty little slut. I bet if I wanted to, you’d let me finger you in front of all your little Mayan friends.”

You began riding his fingers as he fucked into you. It was too much not to move. Miguel was an expert in your pleasure and knew how to set you off in minutes if that’s what he wanted, and it appeared he wanted you to suffer. “Miguel, pleaseeeeee.” You pleaded with him, grabbing onto his wrist for support.

“Hmm, please what, querida?” He licked the side of your face then pulled your earlobe in between his teeth. “Dime que quieres. (Tell me what you want.)”

“I want to cum. Please Miguel.” You pecked at his lips giving him the chance to devour your lips. “If you want to cum, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.” Miguel murmured against your lips.

Miguel kept his fingers still as you rolled your hips. It wasn’t the same as him pumping his fingers in and out, but you knew there was one way you could get him to participate once again. Keeping your eyes on Miguel, you wet your fingers and let them find your clit. Not even one rub in and Miguel had his hand around your wrist. “Who told you that you could touch what’s mine?”

You bent down and whispered by his ear. “If it was yours, I would be cumming by now.”

Miguel growled and began furiously fingering you and rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Fucking brat! I better not hear any crying from you tonight talking about its too much. You’re taking everything I’m giving you.”

He wasn’t taking it easy on you anymore. Miguel pumped into you as fast as he could while suckling kisses along your shoulder up to his neck. “Te amo, mi vida. But if you ever do something that stupid again, I won’t have any problems locking your ass up.”

Your lips met Miguel’s for a searing kiss. “I love you too, Miguel.”

Taking some of your hair, Miguel moved it to the other side and kissed your neck. “Now cum all over my fingers.”

Your body immediately responded to Miguel’s command, making you leak onto the seat. That sight almost made Miguel unhinged, but he contained himself. The things he had planned for you couldn’t be executed in the back of a car. So, he allowed you to rest until you got back home, where he could teach you a lesson or two about obedience.

The thing about certain lessons with you was that they weren’t long-lasting. There was something that always drew you back to your rebellious ways. Tonight, was girl’s night and you were on your way out the door when you heard Miguel’s voice. “Go change.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked back at your husband sitting with Marcus and Nestor. “Excuse me?” Nestor rubbed his hand over his face and Marcus lowly chuckled. Looks like it was about to be an interesting night in the Galindo household.

Miguel put down the report he was reading and focused his eyes on you. “I said go change, mi amor.”

You knew this was a risqué outfit, but you thought if you walked fast enough, Miguel wouldn’t notice. “What’s wrong with this?” You asked, pretending like you damn well didn’t know what was wrong.

The chair scraped against the floor as Miguel backed out of the chair. He surrounded you as a predator inspecting his prey. A lion chomping at the bits to get to his meal. “You are not wearing that out. I will rip it off you. Now go change or you won’t see your friends until the next girls’ night.” He pulled the strap of your top, letting it slap against your skin. As you turned to go up the stairs, Miguel smacked your ass for his victory. It wasn’t very often that he easily won your compliance.

When you came back down, Miguel was much more appeased with your outfit. A simple flowy black tank top replaced the corset bodysuit you had on earlier. He genuinely wished you a good time as you left. Miguel knew that with a couple of drinks in you, you would be primed for some nasty sex later. Little did he know that you had your original top in your purse and had plans to ditch the bodyguards.

A little later that night, Miguel, Nestor, and Marcus went out to a restaurant to take a break from the tedious work. Nestor excused himself from the table when he got a call from the security team. Miguel flagged the waitress down when he saw Nestor pinched the bridge of his nose. It was the same thing he did when he heard you were up to no good. “She ditched the bodyguards?”

Nestor pulled out his phone to show Miguel a video. “Yeah and is having the time of her life.” Miguel grimaced as he fixed his suit jacket. “Let’s go get my wife before I have to fill my church pew.”

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The lounge you and your girls went to was nice at first, but after the first round of expensive watered-down drinks all of you were ready to go. Especially, since the music wasn’t danceable to. It was $2 everything at one of your old haunts, so that’s where you went. They had the best mix of current and old hits, having everyone vibing.

With all the drinks being $2 and very strong, you were easily drunk enough not to have a care in the world. Unsurprisingly though you were the most coherent (drinking with bikers would do that to you). So, you knew that you shouldn’t have gotten on top of the bar, but you couldn’t give one flying fuck. What was Miguel gonna do? Put you on his church pew? Please, one bash of these eyelashes and you’d be out of trouble.

The dj began playing a set of Megan thee Stallion and you were in your zone. You and your friends were providing entertainment as y’all screamed the lyrics out.

I want to do it ‘cause it’s fun

It’s fun to bad things

(Hood rat shit)

Drive into a car (Ahh)

Didi you know you could perhaps kill somebody?

(Mwah)

Yes, but I wanted to do hood rat stuff with my friends.

Instantly, you and your friends got into your Megan squats and twerked just like the song told y’all. Its been so long since you did it that you almost got scared that your knees would buckle.

Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends

(Ayy)

Everywhere we go (Ayy) we be drinking Hen

(Ayy)

Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)

If you weren’t so caught up, you would’ve felt the air in the room change. You would’ve felt the oxygen leave the room, making it harder to breath. You would’ve stopped making random people drive the boat while they had a great view of your cleavage due to your corset bodysuit that you secretly changed back into.

It wasn’t until you felt that overwhelming presence that you noticed your husband next to you. He rested his elbow on the bar and held his chin in his hand smiling up at you. “Oh, hi honey. Funny seeing you here.” You greeted him. Miguel couldn’t reach your hand, so he started rubbing on your ankle. “No, its funny seeing you here in that,” he nodded at your corset. “What happened to your other shirt?” There was no good answer, so instead you bent down and rapped the lyrics to Miguel, playfully having your fingers in his face.

You ain’t from my hood (Huh)

What you doing round here? (Hey)

Asking all them questions (Huh)

You must be the Feds (Ayy)

Better get from round here

Before you wind up dead (Yeah)

The corner of Miguel’s mouth quirked up as he patiently waited for the song to be over. Despite how mad he was, he enjoyed seeing you have fun with just the simple things. And it wasn’t from youthfulness, but from a good heart. That’s what made him love you. The only things you needed was your friends, family, and good times, and you reminded him that was important.

“Terminada?”

“Yup,” you took his offered hand and jumped down from the bar. He draped your leather jacket over your shoulders and zipped it up. “Really?” Your eyes dipped down to your chest. Miguel cupped your cheek before he kissed it. “Yes, really. Now let’s leave before I have to shoot someone for ogling you too long.” Quickly, you exited the bar. There was no need for anyone to die because of you.

On the way back to your house, Miguel didn’t reveal how pissed he was. He just kept a possessive hand on your denim clad thigh and discussed his plans for the week. He didn’t go into gory detail, but just enough to prepare you for how busy he would be. That was practically a warning. With him being pissed about your activities tonight and pair that with his busy schedule, let’s just say your glad you’ve been focused on your flexibility and stamina.

Finally, at home, the both of you told Nestor and Marcus good night. You headed for your room, but Miguel gripped the back of your neck tightly and steered you to the playroom down the hall. Miguel specifically used this room when he planned to fuck you for hours. Dear lord, this was gonna be a long night.

You knew better than to speak as he sets up the room. Standing stark still you watched as he lit candles, turned on the fairy lights, and set the LED lights a mix of blue and purple. Miguel loved how the blue hue reflected off your brown skin. It highlighted every single thing he loved about you.

When he was finished setting the ambiance, Miguel circled around you until he was standing directly behind you. He said nothing as his hands went to the button of your jeans. His warm breath caressed your neck like a hug, his hands setting fire to your skin as he pulled down your jeans.

A yelp escaped your lips when you felt Miguel’s teeth scrape against your ass. Done with what you were for sure knew were gonna leave marks, Miguel ran his nose along your ass until he reached the crook of your neck. He dug his fingers into your ass while his teeth dug into your shoulder. The pain was welcoming, making you quiver all over.

“Hands behind your back.” Miguel ordered. Soon, you felt the cuffs around your wrists and then the sensation was felt around your ankles as well. “Stay here.” He whispered against your ear.

You watched Miguel swagger to what you called the ‘sex couch’, it was curved to accommodate your bodies, specifically for adult activities. He sat down, legs all wide and inviting while he loosened his collar. Crooking his fingers, he told you to come here.

The heels you were wearing made you the perfect height that Miguel’s face was directly at your navel. He pressed a light kiss there, then he reached up to your shoulders to push you down on your knees.

Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his cock and you were instantly hypnotized. Honestly, Miguel should just whip it out all the time when he wants you to do something. You’ll listen to him…momentarily.

“Aren’t you gonna take off your clothes?” You inquired.

Miguel wrapped his hand around your hair. “No, at least one of us needs to know how to dress. Now, suck my dick. It ain’t gonna suck itself.” Out of nowhere, he pulled out a cigar, lit it and began smoking it, his way of dismissing you.

There was no way you were gonna tease him. From the tension in his body you knew he would snap at any moment. Your mouth engulfed his length, only getting a couple of bobs in until Miguel roughly pushed your head into his crotch and pummeling your mouth with his cock. All of him took up the room in your throat, but it didn’t bother you. You loved that it was you making those moans come out of Miguel’s mouth.

He granted you a little reprieve and let you up for some air. He took one more puff of his cigar before putting it out. His hands went to your corset to pull your breasts out and for a moment he fondles them with interest until he slapped them and twisted the nipples. “Dressed like a fucking whore! Letting everyone see your tits. I should’ve fucked you right on that bar. No one would’ve stopped me.” Miguel’s hand was now around your throat and he pulled you towards his face. “Would you have let me fucked you there? Hmm, be my little whore?”

“Yes daddy! Whatever you want to do to me, you can.”

His other hand found your hair again. “Huh, you’re giving me permission? I know I can do whatever the fuck I want to you because you’re mines. The only one who seems not know this is you. Can’t follow simple fucking instructions. Is it that hard to listen to me?”

“No.”

“Then why don’t you listen?”

The brat in you just had to jump out, you smiled up at him like a madwoman before responding. “Because it’s fun and I enjoy doing hood rat shit.”

Miguel finally snapped. With unknown strength he ripped your bodysuit off your body and threw you onto your stomach on the couch, securing your ankle cuffs to the locks on the couch. Miguel didn’t bother to take off his clothes, you could feel the fabric of his Armani slacks as he pushed into you.

Even though it was about Miguel’s pleasure, it was about yours as well. Every one of his thrust got you closer to your end, but you wanted more. You wanted to touch your husband, you wanted your lips to leave the same marks he was leaving, you wanted to look him in the eye as he called you a slut, whore, and everything in between. “Daddy turn me around. I want to look at you.” You pleaded.

Miguel hips stuttered a bit, he couldn’t believe what his ears just heard. Leaning forward, his clothed chest was against your naked back. “Did you just give me an order? You think you can just get what you want?”

He couldn’t see your doe eyes, but he could hear the sickeningly sweet babied tone you use on him whenever you want something. “Yes, because I’m your baby girl.”

“Be careful what you wish for, baby girl.” Miguel flipped you over, his hand flew to your throat as he thrusted into you. He loved how you tightened around him when his hand found its permeant place on your neck. “So, fucking responsive to me. Tell me how much you love this cock.”

“I love it so much, daddy. I wish you could be in me every minute of the day” you gasped in between thrusts.

Miguel hovered over you and smoothed your hair. “How sweet, kitten.” He mocked you, then spat in your mouth and smeared it over your face, before shoving four of his fingers in your mouth. He chuckled at how your eyes widen. “What? I thought you wanted to look at me?”

You tried to say something, but your words were muffled by his fingers. “Hmm, what was that whore?” Miguel took his fingers out so he could hear you clearly. “Can I cum, daddy? Pretty please.”

Miguel couldn’t deny you anymore. “Since you asked so nicely, you can.” His thumb reached for you clit and rubbed on it until your legs were shaking and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, but Miguel wanted your eyes on him. He grabbed the back of your neck and rested your forehead on his. “Look at me when you cum!” Once your eyes connected, Miguel reached his own orgasm and coated your walls with white hot cum.

In an instant, Miguel released the cuffs and carried you to the bed while giving you reassuring kisses and declarations of love. Despite your protests, he left to go get the both of you some water and towels to clean up. While he was gone you reached out for your phone that Miguel conveniently placed for you.

You: Sorry, guys I won’t be able to make it to our ride tomorrow. Raincheck?

Angel: I told y’all! I knew Galindo was gonna fuck her up for that outfit.

Coco: Damn! He broke you off that bad?

You: No, he broke me off that good!

Gilly: EARMUFFS!

You: Blame Dumbass #1 and Dumbass #2. Now am I gonna get a raincheck?

EZ: Yes, you will, Angelita. GN.

Knowing that the guys weren’t going to be mad at the fact that you weren’t going tomorrow, you silenced your phone, ignoring whatever argument they would no doubt get into. Instead you waited for your husband to return to continue breaking you off for the rest of the night.

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scoobydoofenshmirtz · 3 years

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LGBTQ Supernatural Character Breakdown

Okay so yesterday I posted this lovely screenshot of yet another stupid reddit post about spn that I thought was funny and shrugged off as another reddit dudebro thing. However, then @thehappyearth went and actually read through the thread and reported back with results. The opinions of OP were unsurprising, but they got me thinking. Part of the post reads "I would prefer a neutral show that doesn't aim to include LGBT people in nearly every episode.. its unrealistic unless they are in a location where this holds true..example (California)". Now that's ridiculous for a lot of reasons. 1) Not having LGBT people in a show does not make it "neutral." Cishet is not the default human experience, neither is male, nor white nor able-bodied, etc. 2) It's not "unrealistic" to have LGBT in literally any location in the world. We exist everywhere you go. Yes, certain places tend to attract LGBT adults and families due to their culture, legal protections, history, etc. but it's not like there's something in San Francisco water that just makes people there gay at a higher percentage. I assure you, reddit user, there are LGBTQ people in every single place Sam and Dean have visited in the show. 3) like literally it's just homophobic shut up reddit bros. ANWAY...

But what really got me thinking was the "nearly every episode" comment. Like, dude. What show are you watching? But then I thought...wait how many LGBTQ characters actually are there in Supernatural, so I did a little digging and compiled this list (google sheets) of every LGBTQ character to appear on screen. This doesn't include characters who are only mentioned (although there aren't many to add with that anyway). I looked into some different criteria and I included each character, the number of episodes they appeared in, their first and last episode, how many episodes they appeared in as a confirmed LGBTQ character, their sexuality, if they speak or not, and if they died. I also included a description and notes, and noted which characters were in episodes nominated for GLAAD awards. I also included "ambiguous" characters who I either felt weren't "confirmed" as LGBTQ (like the man who is possibly a gay porn star or the sassy yorkie) but in that realm, or characters where there were bigger issues that make it more complicated (Dean, Crowley, and Rowena).

And then I got curious and made a whole second spreadsheet with a list of all the episodes featuring confirmed LGBTQ characters. I included which characters are featured, if it includes an LGBTQ couple, if it features an LGBTQ storyline important to the plot, if it features a recurring LGBTQ character, if any LGBTQ character dies, if it was nominated for a GLAAD award, and my opinion on if it's homophobic. I only included episodes where a character was confirmed LGBTQ when it aired, however I did include retroactively LGBTQ characters when listing what recurring characters are featured.

Some findings under the cut:

I counted a total of 32 on screen (reasonably) confirmed LGBTQ characters in all of Supernatural (for the purposes of this I have counted Charlie and apocalypse Charlie as separate characters). Now when I say confirmed this is a range from Charlie to characters who had a same sex kiss in the background. There is a chance I have missed some, so if you look through this and notice someone missing, please let me know. (Also sidenote I say LGBTQ but there's no confirmed trans characters as far as I could tell). That's an average of 2.13 per season. There are 9 recurring characters and 23 that only appear once. There are 6 with 3 or more episodes. The only characters that appeared in more than 2 episodes while confirmed as an LGBTQ character are Charlie (apocalypse world and regular) and Chuck. Of all these characters 10 are dead (with three of these presumably resurrected off screen) and 22 survived.

If we break it down by era Kripke had 4 with 0 recurring characters and half and half dead/alive. This is .8 per season average. Gamble had 3 and (at the time) none were recurring and none died. This is 1.5 per season average. Carver had 10 including making Chuck bisexual. Charlie also became a recurring character (then she died). This is 2.5 per season average. Dabb has 15 including Castiel and Claire. This included 7 recurring characters and 8 one offs, and 8 alive and 7 dead. This is 3.75 per season average.

As far as sexualities go, we have 3 (presumably) lesbian characters (2 Charlies and Donna's niece) 3 gay characters (Max Banes and 2 one offs who die) and 2 bisexual characters (Chuck and Noah the gorgon). No single character ever refers to themself by any sexuality as far as I can tell, but Alan J Corbett (Ghostfacers intern) and Conner (from the church) are both referred to as gay by other characters. Everyone else I based on context. All the other characters were unspecified as to their specific sexualities.

In terms of episodes with confirmed LGBTQ characters (so characters who at the time the episode was written were reasonably confirmed as LGBTQ) we have 39 total, a bulk of them being episodes that feature either Chuck or Charlie. That's about 12% of all SPN episodes. If you take out episodes that only include either Chuck or Charlie as the confirmed character you have 20 left which is 6.25% of all SPN episodes.

There are 12 episodes that feature an LGBTQ couple, 3.75% of all episodes. There are, by my count, 9 episodes with an LGBTQ storyline important to the plot or 2.8% of episodes. I know this is more subjective but I included Ghostfacers, Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo, LARP and the Real Girl, Sacrifice, The Chitters, Wayward Sisters, Ouroboros, Gimme Shelter, and Despair.

If we break down writers from who has the most episodes with confirmed LGBTQ characters Robbie Thompson comes in the lead with 9, Buckleming next with 6, Bobo and Dabb with 5, Yockey and Glynn with 4, Davy Perez with 3, and Nick Vaught, Nancy Won, Nancy Weiner, Eric Kripke, Jeremy Carver, Sera Gamble, Brett Matthews, and Bed Edlund all having 1. As far as writers who introduced new LGBTQ characters or canonized previously existing ones we have again Robbie Thompson in the lead with 7, Dabb with 6 (although 4 were from co-written episodes), Berens with 4, Yockey and Glynn with 3, Brett Matthews, Davy Perez, Nancy Weiner, Eric Kripke, and Nancy Won all with 2. Gamble and Edlund each have 1 and Buckleming sort of have 1 since they introduced apocalypse world Charlie. All of this is quantity not quality, so keep that in mind.

As far as deaths go, Bobo has the most with 3.5. 3 of those are from Despair where the characters were all (possibly) resurrected and the .5 is for Kaia who later turned out to not actually be dead. Yockey has 2 (both from Ouroboros). Edlund, Glynn, Perez, and Gamble all have 1 and Dabb also has .5 for cowriting Wayward Sisters.

The LGBTQ character who appears in the most episodes is very obviously Castiel who appears in 142 total episodes. Chuck is next with 19 and then Charlie with 7. Chuck has the most episodes as a confirmed LGBTQ character with 12 total and Charlie has 7.

Apologies if any of the math on this is wrong or if I left anyone out. Feel free to let me know and I'll correct the documents.

So really I don't know why I did this but basically yeah I don't know what fantasy world those reddit dudes are living in with LGBT people in nearly every episode (unless he's counting Castiel which...win for the gays I guess?). Nothing about this was particularly surprising but it's interesting to see all these things laid out and play around with the categories. Um...hope you enjoyed this i guess. lol

#supernatural #spn #spn meta #castiel #charlie bradbury #long post #also thank you robbie thompson you gave us 7 total gays and did not kill a single one #good job king

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certifiedceraunophile · 3 years

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Hi! A fan of your writing here. I just love the way you write Caroline. An Avoidable Heart is my comfort fic and I am constantly in awe with the way you write and craft the dynamics in that story. Caroline's inner monologue is just priceless and God! I just love that intro scene where Caroline is walking into the Mikaelson compound with vampires and hybrids in the surrounding ready to pounce on her.

I would love to hear how you would have visualized Caroline crossing over into TO or not? Like in what season and why? How it would have likely gone?

Thank you!

First of all lovely anon gimme a moment to breathe, asdfghjkl why are people so lovely 😭😭🥺✨ It means sooo much to me that you’d take the time to jump into my inbox and send these kind words, like please I’m not worthyyyyy, But you make me smile and feel really freaking warm so *handcuffs your hand to mine* you aint leaving 💖✨💞🙃

But OK ALSO oh my god dude THAT CAROLINE WALTZS INTO THE COMPOUND AND TAKES ON A COUPLE HUNDRED VAMPIRES BY HERSELF SCENE???? Ughhhhh I’m sorry but I have SUCH a boner for Caroline in that, like my badass -I admit kinda op- QUEEN IS HERE and she’s fucking shit up, I’m sorry but I love that scene so much it’s so dear to me I was killing myself over how self-indulgent and grossly Over powered Caroline is but like idgaf man it’s such a hot scene and Caroline is practically invincible and we just love to see that, so seriously lovely anon, you telling me you LOVE that scene??? Puts the biggest smile on my face and reassures me a LOT bc I was whining and cribbing over how absolutely unbalanced that scene is to literally everyone BUT LIKE YOU JUMPING OUT OF NOWHERE and pointing that exact scene UGHH…...meant to fucking be the both of us 💖💞✨

And ALSO Caroline’s monologue is quite honestly the easiest inner monologue out of the three voices I wrote for that work, Klaus’s is the real pain in the ass tbvh like it is NOT easy writing pretentious besotted losers with a Kardashian complex especially when you need to make them sound cool when they’re the lamest OP dude bros to ever exist - and no I don’t hate Klaus although I seem to try my darndest to convince ppl I do- I just personally believe that a feral fucker like that with a thousand years of existence under his belt can grow a pair and graduate from his kindergarten level of emotional maturity to adult sometime soon, But then on the flipside he’s so grossly adorkably smitten and feral for Caroline plus hella horny for her all the time that its usually easy to write the trashed and devoted idiot he is into something pretentious and powerful and potent when relating to his unflappable arrogance and his narcissism, but sometimes I also need him to be *deep* and ffs profound for the sake of the plot and jfc my muse just wont work with me on that, she’s like I’m sorry I’m not about to bust my ass to make this mongrel intelligible like no sir all I wanna do is make him uncomfortably horny for Caroline and leave him like that.

So smh yeah the struggle is real….but lmao Caroline is just so precious and fiercely protective and just so achingly lonely in that story, so desperate for connection and trust and intimacy yet so guarded and impervious to everyone like it hurts me to write her like that but it really challenges me as an author to balance out her inherent light with the “void” I create in her and through her, so yeah it’s a very fulfilling task and I wouldnt change it one bit, and also I had to balance out her physical op-ness w half a millennium of the ugliest emotional trauma lol so I guess that figures, but the point being….once again I am overjoyed knowing that you liked a facet of the story that I tried so hard to make as authentically Caroline and achingly real and moving as I can and I cannot possibly feel more accomplished than rn for it so ty ty ty ty for reaching out to me and telling me *tackle hugs* It makes me GIDDY knowing that you enjoyed that particular part of the story like ugh stab me please you're too sweet.

And ok NOW, coming to The Originals part of the ask, (also please note that when I say TO headcanon; Hope does not exist, Hayley is a dead in a ditch and ofc Klaus will stop being that lil bitch they tried to pawn off as Klaus in TO)

HEADCANON 1

Honestly my biggest headcanon when it comes to TO crossovers somehow always include non-humanity!Caroline like it’s just so perfect to me?? The opportunity to make shit BLOW UP b/w them like imagine the DEBAUCHERY, the heat, the SEXUAL TENSION, the repression of one Klaus Mikaelson, the EXPLORATIONS, and omg the role reversal when Klaus has to be the voice of moral reason between them and not bc he believes Caroline would not be able to stand herself if she does something heinous and monstrous but bc he wants her to be completely and utterly herself, and yk *aware*, when she DECIMATES ppl to the ground and is in full-on predator mode, like he wants her monster to come out and play with him when no part of Caroline is locked away or suppressed, so obviously when she is w/o her humanity KLAUS exercises restraint on her behalf, like can you imagine that, Klaus restraining himself and being the vague, extremely broken and just largely inaccurate moral compass between the two of them for ALL the wrong reasons- and the entirety of NOLA just standing there watching him herd this baby vampire who seems to be intent on riling him up and angering him when all she is doing is giving him a massive hybrid hard on, like IMAGINE THE GOODNESS of non-humanity Caroline wrecking NOLA and Klaus letting her wreck it bc he is helpless in the face of Caroline Forbes and also bc he is quite honestly *enjoying* the debauchery himself so why put a damper on the festivities.

-I might wanna add that I favour this headcanon a lot bc I genuinely do not even remotely *like* the idea of NOLA as Klaus's chosen place to set his roots so like I would love Caroline going to NOLA and destroying everything there just bc I detest NOLA and the storyline behind it in TO. (yes is it petty? Obvi, but like I am a petty soul and I make no apologies ma’am)

HEADCANON 2

So yeah that’s my main TO headcanon, but my other one being, one I talk about very frequently, scream about in tag rants to an obsessive level, and like this is a cracky one but still very valid, where Caroline rolls up to NOLA humanity intact and all, finds Hayley preggo and is just laughing her fucking ass off bc anybody ANYBODY, with half a brain and a two minute convo w klaus would know how UTTERLY stupid the entire baby shit is especially when it’s with an immemorable one night stand, and Caroline’s just losing her shit about how like an entire city is obssessed w this baby and she just straight up tells Klaus he’d SUCK as a dad (which he really does tho like he was a shitty fucking dad canonically too) and Klaus is just like *sigh* girl tell me about it. I mean basically he’s finally relieved that someone is on his side about the whole baby thing and how he definitely does not want his entire millennium of life to finally sum up to this one squalling leaking stinky infant/unicorn Hayley is apparently baking in her oven, and I say this headcanon is cracky bc klaus would never have put up w this mess long enough for Caroline to come in and sort it out, there’s this preferred method of disposal of his called heart ripping that would've been employed quite early on and honestly saved us all a lot of brain cells and minused years of life, bc let’s be real any Klaus who’s NOT a lil snivelling bitch wearing a Klaus skinsuit would’ve yeeted the baby and the mama first chance he got, and that’s just how I see it.

Lmao I really hope I didnt scare you away w my *strong* opinions Ik they can be a bit much but I enjoy having them so theyre not going anywhere, anyways this ask answer got WAYYYY too long but I’m hoping I answered your question well with this or atleast left you slightly confused and bemused over my feral screaming....either ways I’m really really really happy to have got your ask and the chance to rant so much bs, Twas cathartic and honestly I had nothing to do today so I was more than happy to dish this baby out for you. Thank you so much sweet anon for putting a smile on my face today I am absolutely HONOURED by your words you’sa cutie 💖💞✨🗣🗣

#first of all #LONG POST #second #I did rant a LOTTTT more than what was prolly expected but lmao am I sorry?#no #anyway so those are my general drivel-tastic thoughts straight from glitter graveyard brain #hope you enjo navigating through so much bs anon #and I hope someone puts a smile on your face that's as large and bright as the one you've put on mine today #anon asks #ask certified ceraunophile #anti the orginals #tvd headcanons #tvd #klaroline #anon youre the sweetest #shakes hand cuffed hand #you stuck w me lovely #💞💞

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lalxca · 4 years

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TBHK as Boyfriends

this is my first time, please bear with me ;w;

Hanako-kun

poor s/o will be teased all day

but ofc he doesnt mean it skskif

if youre smaller than him, he will be giddy

and ofc 2x more of teasing

better give him donuts

if he had a bad day, 100% will get even better

he will protect you from ANYTHING, and i mean ANYTHING

you stubbed your toe? he will blame the table

my guy doesnt let you near teru

'hey! wHAT DID YOU DO TO S/O?!?!'

pure bb needs hugs

if you have a chance, pls spank him

he will get all flustered HAHAH

like cmon he has cake ok im sorry-

and lets not forget, you have to clean the toilets

with nene and kou ofc

pls bear with his flirting

's/o! i have a poem for you!'

'oh no not again'

most of the time he wont give up until youre all red and flustered-

aGaiN, hanako needs hugs

especially give him hugs if he remember his past

youll always get a wholesome smile and a kiss for a reward, trust me ;)

'just call no.7 if you need me!'

Kou Minamoto

aHa wholesome bb boi, kou

he will always cook lunch for you two

when you dont eat his food he gets sad (oh you better eat it)

he needs cuddles

pls give him some

ofc, will always protect you

'you..! what did you do to my s/o?!'

ALWAYS GIVE HIM CHEEK AND FOREHEAD KISSES

he will instantly blush

ESPECIALLY if you kiss him on the lips

like '😳'

also, you lucky girl

he will roam around the school with you

study dates ! ! !

if youre smart, plsa help him study

if youre not (just me) you two mightve just stare off into space

and ofc, he will always walk you home

'i'll always protect you no matter what, s/o!'

Teru Minamoto

OMG BB DKSISIDHWH

ok back to topic

he will definitely treat you as a princess

well i mean, youre his princess after all

he will help you with every subject

will always be there when you need him

and ofc, he is the prince, he will protect you

if his fans does anything to you, oh boy thats enough

he will definitely rage

bc youre the most precious thing he has, along with tiara and kou

tiara LOVES you

you three will play castle or house together

when kous there, ofc bb gets to join in

tiara will style your hair and show it to teru

teru will be a smiling mess with light blushing

's/o-neechan! teru-nii loves you very much!'

'well i love him very much too!'

cuddles are a must

he loves back hugging you

cmon my guys a tower

but he also loves getting back hugged too

like who doesnt even want to hug that tiny waist fododowididhwhd-

you will have 100% kisses everyday

but ofc in private, like in the student council room

's/o. come here.' *chu~*

poor akane became a thirdwheel and will just leave time for you two

'do you have any subjects you need help with, s/o?~'

Mitsuba Sousuke

ok sweet little bb

ik hes all cocky and sht but

he loves his s/o very much

will always take pictures of you

'hey, s/o. look over here.'

'hm?' *click*

he will accept that youre the only one cuter than him

pls always hold his hand

especially when he gets scared

bonus hugging too

youll always be with him while hes taking pictures

and youll just mostly watch him and kou quarrel

you two now stay mostly at his boundary when he isnt taking pics

obviously cuddling

he was alone there so he was with tsukasa and the others

but now he doesnt mind being in his boundary

bc youre there

'ne, s/o. lets go and take pictures!'

Akane Aoi

BB IEOWOEKWJQB

ok i spent 5mins trying to figure out if his name is aoi or akane- im a dumbass

he will forget abt aoi when he met you

bc cmon youre ✨ beautiful and kind ✨

will always protect you

especially from supernaturals

will not let anyone touch you

and ofc they wont

i mean, have you seen him with his frickin bat?

will let you play with his hair while studying

he will get sleepy most of the time and

wait for it

pass out on your lap if theres a chance

best. moment. ever.

like teru, he also helps you study

he wont give up until you understand the lesson

get ready to be complimented all day

always needs cuddles and kisses

'i wont let anyone hurt you, s/o. dont worry.'

Tsukasa

aHAHAH SMOL BOI HERE HE COMES

clingy as heck

he wont let go

he holds tight too like you cant bREATHE—

no. 1 protector

youve seen him smash things

so pls dont let him do it

youll have to hold him back

ok next topic

he will get the chance to smooch you

'dO sMoOcHeS tAsTe liKe lEmOnS?'

if he found out it doesnt he might sulk lol

so drink a lemonade while youre at it

's/o! gimme smooches!'

omfg im sorry if theyre too ooc- its my first time doing this

#writing #fanfiction #tbhk spoilers #anime x reader #amane yugi x reader #amane x reader #tsukasa yugi x reader #tsukasa x reader #akane aoi x reader #akane x reader #mitsuba sousuke x reader #mitsuba x reader #anime #toilet bound hanako kun #tbhk #tbhk x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun #jshk x reader #jshk

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babybluebex · 4 years

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blinding lights [spencer reid smut]

➽ pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader(red / @h-o-m-e-w-a-r-d ) ➽ word count: 4.6k ➽ summary: an undercover mission leads enemies red and spencer to sort out their differences. ➽ warnings: NSFW/MDNI. explicit language, smut, oral (m!receiving), a little canon fuckery lol ➽ a/n: thank you red for the request! enjoy!

Dr. Spencer Reid and I weren’t the best of friends. I wasn’t sure of the origin, but I think it started when I was called in to take his place while he was in prison. He wasn’t in there for too long, but it was long enough for me to really settle into my place at the BAU as a geographical profiler. When he was released from prison and came back to the BAU, he was no longer the youngest on the team. He wasn’t a baby to them and he wasn’t fragile anymore, and that seemed to bug him. It was classic behavior of a child who got a baby sibling and was sour about the attention the baby got.

“Spencer, Jesus, listen to me,” I sighed heavily. “You look suspicious as hell. Everyone will instantly know you’re not an innocent.”

“I’m not ‘suspicious’, Red,” Spencer said with a grimace. “You’re overthinking this.”

“Alright, genius,” I huffed. “When’s the last time someone wore a full suit to a club?”

“We got it a lot in Vegas,” Spencer began.

“This isn’t Vegas, dipshit,” I told him. “This is Virginia. They’re pretty different places. Let’s redirect to your place, put on jeans and something more casual, and then we’ll be fine.”

Spencer forced out a laugh. “You think I actually own a pair of jeans,” he said. “You’re funny.”

“Ugh, fine,” I mumbled. “Lose the coat, at least.”

The car rolled to a stop at a red light, and Spencer grumbled as he tugged his jacket off. I knew that he didn’t want to admit that I was right, but his eyebrows became loosened when the jacket was gone. “Gimme the tie,” I said. “Pop the top… Hmm… Try the top two buttons.”

“Ya know, Red,” Spencer started with a smirk. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re intentionally trying to undress me.”

“As if I would ever sleep with you,” I scoffed. “C’mon, man, just do it. Trust me here, I’m closer to the target age for these sorta clubs, I know what I’m doing.”

“Is that a jab at my age?” Spencer asked, dramatically pressing his hand to his chest. “I’m hurt, Red, truly.”

“Boo-hoo, unbutton your shirt,” I said quickly. I took his arm in my grasp and rolled a sleeve up a few rotations experimentally, and I nodded in approval at his forearms.

“And is this based on some statistic?” Spencer asked. “College girls like forearms?”

“If they belong to a nice-looking guy, sure,” I told him. “It’s the same ‘Victorian men being horny for women’s ankles’ mentality. It’s seeing something that’s not normally exposed.”

Spencer nodded, and he chuckled. It was low and rough against his vocal chords, and he wet his bottom lip. “Did you just call me attractive?” He asked.

“Oh, shut up,” I groaned. I did the same to his other sleeve, then said, “That’s a little better. You still look…”

“Old?” Spencer asked.

“Uncomfortable,” I replied. “Just… Be cool. Please?”

When we got to the club, Spencer didn’t leave my side. The unsub’s M.O were young women with red hair, hence my being there, and we were pulling a classic maneuver of baiting him to get me. Spencer was right next to me, but I also knew that the rest of the team was around if we needed backup. According to past incidents, the unsub would drug the girl’s drink and take her away under the guise of helping her, and we were prepared for anything bad to happen.

Spencer helped me onto a barstool, his hand gripping mine. I was much shorter than him, and the seat gave me a few inches more than I would regularly have, and I smiled gently. “What d’ya wanna drink, babe?” Spencer asked, and it pleased me to see just how easily he slipped into his role.

“Surprise me,” I told him, and Spencer moved in just a bit closer to me. His hand came up and brushed my hair behind my ear, and his lips moved just centimeters away.

“Two seats down the bar,” Spencer whispered. “Been staring at you since we walked in.”

I nodded. “Does he seem…?” I began.

“She seems pretty interested,” Spencer said. “But I can’t tell if it’s because she’s the unsub or not…”

“She?” I repeated. “I thought we agreed that the unsub was a guy?”

“We figured,” Spencer replied.

“How often is the unsub in situations like this a woman?” I asked.

“Are you doubting that I can see who’s watching you?” Spencer asked, narrowing his eyes. “It’s a female-presenting person, Red. If you don’t believe me, look for yourself.”

“I’m not doubting, Spence,” I mumbled. “Christ, loosen up.”

Suddenly, Spencer’s hand went to my thigh and he squeezed with surprising force. “Don’t tell me what I should do,” he said. “If you remember, I’m here to protect you.”

The breath left my chest quickly, leaving me rasping out an attempt at a comeback. “Get your hand off of me,” I managed finally.

“It’s for our covers, babygirl,” Spencer said with a sarcastic smirk. When he smiled at me like that, annoyance usually burned in my stomach. However, at that moment, there was something more. It couldn’t be arousal, could it?

“Hmm, taking a page out of Derek’s book, are we?” I asked.

“Let’s get you drunk,” Spencer laughed, squeezing my thigh once more before he removed his hand. “Stay right here, pet.”

“Or what?” I challenged him eagerly. I knew that everything he was saying was in aid of our covers for the night, but a small part of me hoped that it was in earnest. I had acknowledged to Prentiss and Garcia on several occasions that Spencer was, in my opinion, the most attractive member of the team, and Prentiss agreed. Garcia was still loyal to Morgan, though, but it made me feel less like a freak that someone else saw it. His long hair, his curls fluffed out, with facial hair making his cheeks and chin rough, and pretty golden eyelashes with the dark circles around his eyes. He had mentioned once that the darkness around his eyes was a genetic thing, and I hadn’t forgotten that.

Spencer smiled at me and he hooked his thumbs comfortably in his belt loops. “Pray you don’t find out,” he said, and he winked at me before turning in search of a bartender.

There was a gentle giggle from behind me, and I looked to see a woman a few years older than me, dressed casually and sipping at a fruity cocktail. I chanced a quick look over her shoulder to where Spencer had indicated that the suspicious woman sat, and I found the seat empty. I was sure that the woman was the one Spencer had seen. “You two are cute,” she said. “I wish I had a boyfriend like that.”

“Oh, he’s not…” I began instinctually, and my words died in my throat. “He’s not usually as much of an asshole as he just was. He hates clubs.”

“Why’s he here then?” she asked. Her hair was a strawberry blonde that shined purple under the lights of the club, and her eyes were large and curious at me.

“I begged him,” I replied. I fiddled with my jacket, trying to find the wire that Rossi has fitted me with, and I pulled my phone out of an inner pocket as a guise. “He’s a sorta stick-in-the-mud. He’ll probably leave early.”

“Hey, you,” Spencer said and buried a kiss in my hair, and he said, “You told me to surprise you.”

I took a sip of the drink, and I smiled at him. It was nothing more than soda, but I said, “How’d you know I liked rum and soda?”

“I know a lot about you, pet,” Spencer said. “More than you think.” His hand returned to my leg, just a bit higher than before, and his thumb made gentle strokes on the inner skin of my thigh. The stimulation was enough to make my leg twitch, and Spencer gave me an innocuous smile. “Something wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I replied. I turned my body fully towards him, and I made sure to leave my glass just out of my sight. “Okay, I have one request.”

Spencer sighed. “I’m not gonna dance with you.”

I groaned and slapped my hands on his chest. “Why not?” I cried. “That’s why we’re here, right, babe?”

“Red,” Spencer said firmly. “Trust me. You don’t want me to dance with you.”

“Give me one good reason why not,” I said, tugging at his collar. Two could easily play at the game that he had started, and I intended to win.

Spencer bit his bottom lip, his teeth sinking into the pink flesh, and he said, “Because I’ll probably get hard and have to fuck you raw in the bathroom. We don’t want that, do we?”

My heart jumped into my throat, and I clenched my jaw. “Jesus, someone might hear you,” I whispered.

“What would be the harm in that?” Spencer asked. “But you don’t want that.”

I swallowed hard, and my finger gently stroked the bit of skin just below his collar. “Babe,” I said softly. ‘You have no idea how much that would please me.”

Spencer raised his chin, trying to gauge if I was serious or not, and he said, “How about we skip that dance and go right to the good part?”

“Fine by me,” I shrugged. Spencer took my hand to assist me down from the barstool, and his arm went tightly around my waist. The bathroom was a single-serve type, and Spencer and I filed in quickly before he shut the door and secured the lock.

“Okay,” Spencer said, pressing his palms to his legs. “How long should we stay in here?”

I shrugged. “How long does it take for you to fuck someone raw?” I asked, looking at my watch. I saw a text from Garcia, the one who was monitoring our wires, and it had a simple winky face. I sent her back a middle finger.

“I don’t know,” Spencer said. “Depends.”

“On?” I asked.

“I’m not getting into that with you,” Spencer said.

“Well, you made your bed, Doc,” I said. “Now, lie in it. How long do you take to fuck?”

“Red, I’m not--” Spencer began, and his hand twitched. My gaze went to where they laid, and I blinked away the sight of the bulge in Spencer’s pants.

“Jesus Christ,” I huffed. “Are you hard right now?”

“Can you blame me?” Spencer asked. “It’ll go away, give it a minute.”

I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “Well, we have to stay here long enough for the unsub to drug my drink,” I began. “So, take care of… That, and we’ll go from there.”

“Well, geez, you don’t have to sound so offended,” Spencer said. “This is because of you, brat.”

“I’m not a brat,” I spat back.

“Sounds like something a brat would say,” Spencer quipped quickly, and I rolled my eyes. I turned to look at him and found him tugging at his shirt collar. His eyes quickly found mine, and he said, “What? It’s hot.”

“Not really,” I said. I crossed my arms over my chest, and I said, “You know, sexual arousal raises the body’s temperature by two degrees on average. It’ll give some people the feeling of being in a warm environment even when they’re not.”

“Stop spouting off statistics,” Spencer snapped.

“Or what?” I asked.

“Or you’re gonna be taking care of me,” Spencer said. “Fucking brat.”

I tilted my head curiously, and I took a few steps toward him. “And what if I want to take care of you?” I asked. “What if that’s all I’ve ever wanted?”

“You’re getting into dangerous territory here, Red,” Spencer warned me.

I reached into my jacket and retrieved the wire, and I clicked it off before replacing it into my pocket. Instantly, my watch lit up with a text from Garcia, probably asking why my wire suddenly cut out, but I didn’t care too much. I reached out for Spencer, and I carefully began to unbutton his shirt. I didn’t do it all the way, just enough to get to his own wire, and I said, “Hey, Garcia. Give us maybe ten minutes alone, babe.” With that, I turned his wire off as well, and I smiled up at Spencer. “You’re really cute, Doctor.”

“Are you actually going to help me?” Spencer asked. “Or are you just gonna tease me?”

I sighed dramatically. “I don’t know,” I said. “While teasing you seems awfully tempting, we’re on a time crunch.”

Quickly, my hand went to Spencer’s waist and started to undo his belt, and Spencer leaned forward towards me. “Red,” Spencer started. “You really don’t have to do this, ya know?”

“I know,” I replied. “But, honestly, Spence, I’ve wanted to fuck you since I met you.”

Spencer chuckled. “You’re lying to me,” he said.

“No,” I said plainly. “You walked into the bullpen and everyone swarmed you and was asking you about prison. That’s enough to get any girl hot and bothered, but you smiled at me and I melted.”

“Good to know,” Spencer said. “So, I just need to smile at you, and you’ll give me a blowjob?”

“Not always,” I replied. “But right now, yes.”

By now, my hand was fully in his pants, and the heady weight of his cock excited me. He seemed the type of man to have a big cock. I swiped my thumb gently over the soft head and Spencer’s head tilted back as he hissed softly. “Jesus, Red,” He whispered. “It’s been so long since…”

“Hush, babe,” I whispered. “It’s alright, you don’t have to tell me anything.” A moment passed where I slowly worked him in my hand, and I cleared my throat. “How long, Spence?”

“Before prison,” Spencer told me. “Most women don’t wanna fuck a guy who went to prison on murder charges.”

“What does that say about me?” I asked.

“We don’t have time for this right now,” Spencer said firmly. “Just suck my dick, please.”

I smiled. “Gladly, Dr. Reid,” I replied. I moved down onto my knees and worked Spencer’s pants down further to fully expose him to me. I let my hands smooth up his legs to his waist, and I tugged him slightly closer. The smell of him filled my nose and made my mouth water, and I finally put my mouth on him. Even just the feeling of my lips drew a small moan from Spencer, and his fingers tangled in my hair.

“We don’t have too long,” Spencer mumbled, and I nodded. Spencer’s hand replaced my mouth and he worked his cock in his fist. I watched him eagerly, feeling myself quiver and begin to drip at the sight of him, and I pushed his hand out of the way in favor of wrapping my mouth around the firm head of his cock again. His skin was warm with arousal, and I sent a long lick from the head to where his cock met his body. This earned me a wrecked moan, and Spencer whispered, “Fuck, Red.”

I kept on what I was doing, enjoying the way that Spencer gripped my hair and cussed whenever I did something he liked. He was responsive as hell, often muttering little praises to me, and I loved it. I had imagined something like this, but never could I have imagined how delicious Spencer’s moans were. He had such an ego, maybe from his time in prison, but something as simple as a blowjob seemed to make him dissolve. Eventually, I recognized the little spasms in his thighs and hips, and I pulled myself away from his cock. A string of saliva connected us, and I giggled as I wiped it away. “You almost done?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Spencer said breathlessly. “Take off your shirt.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Just do it,” Spencer huffed. I wasn’t about to argue with him, so I stripped myself of my blouse and I pushed my chest out for him to admire. His hand returned to grip his cock, and he began to stroke himself quickly. He bit his bottom lip harshly, the flush in his neck telling of just how close to orgasm he was, and his hand became faster. “Fuck. Fuck!”

I barely had time to register that he was coming before I felt his cum land on my warm chest, dripping down in-between my breasts. A small part of me was unhappy that this bra was now stained with Spencer’s cum, but a bigger part didn’t mind too much. Even if the stain didn’t come out, it would be a reminder of the little moment we shared.

Spencer’s chest heaved as he tried to calm himself down, and he carefully tucked himself back into his pants. I stood up, choosing to ignore the ache in my knees, and I helped him right his hair. His eyes were now heavily-lidded, watching me carefully, and I turned to the chipped sink. I found a stack of brown paper towels and wet a few with the lukewarm water, and I turned back to Spencer and began to gently pat his cheeks and neck with them. “It’ll cool you down,” I explained gently. “Make you look a little normal.”

“I’m not worried about that,” Spencer said. “Are you okay?”

I nodded quickly. “I’m fine, Doc,” I replied. Taking his word, I began to clean myself up, and I threw the soaked and dirty paper towels into the metal bin. He helped me back into my blouse, his hands surprisingly steady as he did my buttons, and I wrestled our wires back onto us, switching them on. My watch showed that Garcia had texted me several times, asking what had happened, and I was sure that Spencer’s phone was in a similar state.

“We’re alright, Garcia,” I said. “Sorry about that.” Even though I couldn’t hear Garcia, I knew that she was laughing.

“Oh, God,” Spencer sighed. “Your knees are bruised to shit.”

I looked down at my legs and found light red bruises already forming, and I shrugged. “Whatever,” I said. “I don’t care if you don’t.”

“I don’t,” Spencer assured me. His eyes crinkled as he smiled at me, and I laughed.

“Alright, lover boy,” I said and patted his chest. “Let’s go check on that drink.”

When we returned, our seats were empty and my drink was still there, the glass sweaty with condensation, and it took one whiff to smell the tell-tale saltiness of rohypnol. I pretended to take a sip of it, and I pulled Spencer close to me. “Twenty minutes,” I said. “Time it.”

Spencer nodded, and he leaned back against the bar. We examined the place, and I quickly spotted Prentiss and JJ on the far side of the club, acting as normal club-goers. They were dancing to whatever thumping song was playing, and I knew that, even though it was a job, JJ probably loved being away from the kids for a night. “Hey,” I said gently, resting my hand on Spencer’s arm. “Umm… Don’t be a stranger. Ya know?”

“What do you mean?” Spencer asked. “We see each other every day.”

“No,” I said. “I mean, like… Don’t… Nevermind.”

“Oh, was this about…?” Spencer began and gestured to the bathroom. I was glad that he had caught onto what I was saying and reciprocated in a way that avoided Garcia or the rest of the team from explicitly hearing what had happened. I wasn’t ashamed and I doubted that Spencer was, but we knew that everyone would give us endless shit for hooking up while we were in the field. “Red, I would hate for that to affect what we have.”

“What do we have?” I asked. “You hate me.”

“I pretended to hate you,” Spencer corrected me. “There’s some shit in my past, and I’m sure you’ll find out if you don’t already know, but… I think it’s easier to hide my feelings, because the last girl I had feelings for… Long story short, she framed me for murder.”

“Oh, shit,” I chuckled. “What a bombshell.”

“You’re telling me,” Spencer said. “But I like you. I’ve liked you for a while, since I met you. But I never thought you’d go for someone like me, so I never tried.”

“Someone like you?” I repeated.

“A felon,” Spencer shrugged easily.

“We just had a discussion about this, babe,” I said. “Or did you miss the part where I… Did all that? And you didn’t actually do it, so, as far as I’m concerned, you’re just another government schlub.”

“Oh, that makes me feel better,” Spencer snorted. “So, you’d rather fuck a government schlub than a felon?” I widened my eyes at him, and he bit his bottom lip harshly as he realized what he had said. I watched JJ and Prentiss turn to look at us, and I locked eyes with JJ across the room. She exploded with laughter that I could almost hear from the other side of the loud club, and I huffed. I had forgotten that Garcia wasn’t the only one who could hear what our wires were transmitting.

“Jesus, what I’m trying to say, Spence,” I started. “Is that I’d still like you, even if you were a real felon. If you were to kill someone, I’m sure you would be justified anyway. Whatever. All this to say… Don’t be a stranger. I’d like for this to happen again.”

Spencer nodded in agreement. “Me too, Red,” he said softly. “Me too.”

Spencer signaled the twenty minutes with a gentle pat on my thigh, and I blinked a few times. I had seen the effects of rohypnol before, and I knew how to act; apparently, Spencer knew how to act as well. “Hey, you look really tired,” he noted. “Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” I nodded breathlessly.

Suddenly, JJ began to wave frantically in Spencer’s direction, jumping up and down to get his attention. This was all part of the scheme, separating me from Spencer to allow the unsub to swoop in and “rescue” me. “Oh, woah,” Spencer chuckled. “Hey, I see a girl that I work with over there, do you mind if I go say hi?”

“Go ahead, babe,” I said with a weak smile. “I’ll be here.”

Spencer landed a quick kiss on my cheek and moved off to join Prentiss and JJ, and a hand touched mine almost immediately. It was the same strawberry blonde from before. “You look really sick,” she stated. Her eyes were wide and unblinking, and it made my stomach turn and my skin crawl.

“No, no, I’m fine,” I said. “Just… Just hit a wall. Long day at work, ya know?”

She pressed her lips together and nodded quickly. “Maybe we should get you a cab home,” she said. “Does your boyfriend live with you?”

I cast a gaze towards Spencer, talking to JJ with big, excited gestures, and I shook my head. “No,” I began. “He lives… Up-Uptown.”

“Let’s get you out of here,” she said, and she slung my arm over her shoulders. I moved with her out of the club, making sure to stumble a few times to help sell the ruse, and I slumped against the brick wall outside. I took a few quick breaths and worked tears to my eyes, and I mumbled “Where’m I?”

“We’re going home,” the girl told me. “You’ve been drugged.”

I looked at her, the sickly-fluorescent light of the streetlamp making her look like something from the uncanny valley, and I saw Spencer approaching us behind her, his gun drawn. The girl reached out to me, taking my arm, and Spencer yelled, “FBI! Hands behind your head!”

The girl turned on her heel to see Spencer and the gun, and she looked around in a panic to see Prentiss at his side, her gun drawn as well. By the time she turned back to me, I had unstrapped my gun from around my thigh and had it focused squarely on her. “Hands behind your head, ma’am,” I told her with a smile.

“But!” She started. “But you--!”

I took her moment of confusion to sheath my weapon and grab her arms, and I began to cuff her. “I’m an agent with the FBI,” I told her “Special Agent Reid will read you your rights.”

“I know them,” she spat.

“Still required,” I said. “Or I can read them to you. I think it would be less embarrassing for you if Agent Reid did it, though.”

Spencer kept his gun trained on her, and he began to recite her rights. “You have the right to remain silent,” he said. “Anything you say can and will be held against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney; if you cannot afford one, one will be assigned to you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?” It wouldn’t have surprised me if Spencer had that puppy memorized before he even stepped foot into a government building.

As I pushed the suspect into a cop car, JJ came up to me. “Good job, Red,” she said. “I’m impressed.”

“It was nothing,” I said, shutting the door. “I couldn’t have done it without Spence.”

“Yeah,” JJ chuckled. “Umm… Word of advice for next time… You have to hold the button for three seconds to stop the wire from transmitting.”

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amindofstone · 3 years

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Match-up, No. 1

Anon asked:

"oh hi hello! i just saw the match up posts and i got super excited cause i love your writings and i never had to chance to send an ask like this lol! i'm 19 years old but i'll be 20 this year. i'm pretty tall for a girl (173 cms!) but still i'm on the chubbier side because i eat a lot and im proud of it lol. i have green eyes, and raven black hair, medium length with short bangs, because i dye it regularly, but normally i'm a blonde! also idk if this matters but i'm straight!

i really like cooking, it's a big passion of mine, i also love singing! music is a big part of my life, i cannot go a second without listening to something and i've always been like this. even though i'm not talented about it, i love to listen to it. i'm a big hopeless romantic so i'm a sucker for anything that's romantic, like movies, songs, books etc! i really wish nothing but for real and pure love! i also collect toys and figures cause i didn't had the chance to buy them when i was little.

i really dislike being left alone. i don't have many friends or loved ones, but whenever i have to leave them for something it hurt's me a lot. i don't like too much people around me but i really adore the ones who i care about. other than that, i hate the way i look most of the time. since i was a little girl i was never comfortable with my body and had lots of issues with it but im trying to do my best to love myself!

i know this was too long but i couldnt stop myself so i hope its okay! im so much lookinf forward to this match up thingy! thank u soooo much for the chance! take care ❤️"

a/n: First of all thank you so much. I'm so so glad to see that you like my work. This is a great motivation for me to keep writing. This really made my day. 💙 And I really hope that you'll be liking what will come next. I really hope that I didn't disappoint you my dear anon. This is my first time doing something like this and going honest I'm really insecure and anxious when it gets to my work. I'm never happy or satisfied by the outcome... But that's not the point. It's about you. So if there is something bothering you please don't hesitate and DM me or anything and tell me. Other than that happy reading! 🙈

Match up rules can be found HERE.

Warning(s): maybe some grammatical or spelling mistakes since English is my third language and I'm still improving in every aspect. (Please have mercy on that))

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: Lord know who. IF anyone knows who did it please tell me so I can give credits. Thank you. :) !!!

• I think that you and Sanji would give a great pair.

• There are a lot of traits of you that resemble that of Sanji in my opinion. And exactly this was the reason why Sanji started to spend more time with you and get to know you more than Nami or Robin.

• Whenever Luffy screams from the top of his lungs "SANJI! FOOD!!" you scream back from wherever you are right now "Gimme a minute and I'll get you something!", before Sanji can react to the food loving man.

• Sanji loves it when you join him cooking because you two seem to be able to work together without having to communicate. But even if Sanji would like to talk to the beauty that was next to him he wouldn't dare saying a word because as much as he loved talking to you he loved listening to you sing while you prepared anything you were on at the moment. Sometimes he would just stop in his tracks and just watch you dance around the kitchen whenever one of your favourite songs starts to play in the radio. He would watch every of your moves and smile like a idiot.

• After some time passing Sanji manned up and asked you out in the most romantic way. Sanji prepared a picnic with some snacks under that one tree with the wing (I hope you know what I mean 😂). Everything was set. You were in the girls cabin reading a novel when you heard a light knock. You didn't look up and just told whoever was there to come in but the person simply knocked another time what made you stand up with a scuff. You were ready to scold anyone that was there for ruining your peaceful reading session but there was no one except of a huge bouquet of red roses. It had a little note in it saying that someone is waiting for you down on deck. With a huge smile on your lips you stepped out of your room just ro realise that the way down to the deck was decorated by flower pedals. The sight in front of you made your heart race. You didn't wanted the feeling that grew with every second in you to stop. But you made it down and was greeted by the blond man you were always fond of. He took your hand in his and lead you to the swing and made you sit down.

• He took both of your hands in his and looked you in the eyes while giving the most sweetest confession ever made. And of course you said yes and wanted to date him

• dating him was the best thing that happened to you. He was sweet and caring. He spend every free second with you. If you were close to him he would always grab your hand and intertwine them. Sometimes he would appear out of nowhere and give you a kiss and compliment a different part of your body just to leave you dumbfounded and confused with a racing heart.

• There was this island the straw hats docked on and to their luck there was a festival planned for the night of the day they came. So Nami and Robin took you shopping and made Sanji go have fun on his own. Unlike these two you wanted something fancy that wasn't a dress but they still brought a few for you to put you in later on. And they managed to get you in a short sleeveless pretty blue-black dress. They did your make-up and theirs and ran out when Franky yelled that the fireworks were about to get blown what was the sign for the beginning of the festival. But you didn't came out because you felt uncomfortable in your current state.

• Sanji sensed that something was wrong and made his way to you only to find you standing in front of the mirror and looking at yourself with a tilted head and slight pout. Sanjis eyes widen at the sight of you. Because of 1. He couldn't believe how good that dress locked on you 2. He was shocked because he knew that you didn't like the way you looked.

• "How dare you!? How dare you not love this beautiful sight?! Baby! Darling! Love! Please don't. You look stunning. Simply gorgeous now please allow me to take you to the festival and brag with the fact that I can call the most beautiful woman mine."

• As you can see Sanji doesn't, can't and won't tolerate you being insecure so he took it upon himself to push your ego and make you love yourself as much as he loves and adores you.

• On the festival Sanji would never let go of you. He would constantly have you close to him so he could protect you no matter what happens. He makes sure to once in a while ask you if you're alright or if you want to go back to the sunny since he knew that you're not a fan of crowed places.

• Sanji left you alone for a few minutes but sat you down on a less crowded and also quieter place to get some drinks. You were happily looking at the ocean when a guy approached you and started a conversation with you. You were clear not liking it but still tried to talk nicely. But the guy seemed to understand your friendliness in a different way and got closer. You told him to keep a distance but he laughed it away and simply acted as if you said nothing. You felt uncomfortable and suffocated so you were about to stand up when Sanji came and kicked him out of the chair with a sweet smile upon his lips saying "Thank you for keeping my seat warm but now move your pathetic stupid ass away and leave me alone with my girl."

• When the guy left he took you in his arms and apologised while sitting you down on his lap while asking you probably a bunch of times of you're doing good or if he hurt you.

Bonus:

• While Sanji confessed his love to you Zoro was in the crows nest watching you two with a disgusted and confused look while silently praying for you to reject him but sadly you didn't. In fact you even kissed him. "TF is that stupid woman doing?!"

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fredtretter · 3 years

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Why is it so fascinating to you ?

Why would you even care ?

Yes I lose my discipline and demeanor over a promiscuous girl ,

Initially I thought it was very trusting and honest for the first relationship I was cuckolded , for her to be able to admit who she was attracted to or not ,

And when I told her who had commented on her ,

She lit up like a search light ,

First it was , flirting with other people , then it was getting numbers ,

But her interest was not in watching so it soon became a game for her ,

By the time she was dancing with her pretend lover ,

We both were waiting for the chance ,

Then a friend asked if we would swap and she was into it ,

But I told her I didn't want to mess with his girl ,

I just wanted to give her what she was wanting ,

She invited him over to smoke and told him we rented some porn as soon as he walked in .

We sat through one mainstream movie , and as soon as it ended , she told me to put the porn in ,

I told her , no .you put it in , .and she didn't hesitate ,

On her way back to sit near me I pushed her playfully down next to my friend , and she smiled broadly ,

After 10 minutes my friend was losing his mind , but was not sure if we were down ,

She had gotten a little nervous and saying it didn't have to be tonight , we could plan Another night ,

She was supposed to be the one asking for the attention , but as many woman prefer , they want to be taken ,

So got up walked over to them , kissed her very hard and deeply while I undressed her completely and once she was nude , I pushed her back on the futon , and told him ,

There you go ,

He ran his hand up her thigh , and lightly ran his index finger down the length of her pussy, and tasted her

Before lowering his head between her legs ,

Almost immediately she was in a frenzy ,

Gimme your dick , she demanded ,

And , mounted me cowgirl , and started slamming herself on me,

I noticed she had his dick in her hand and was stroking it fiercely , he kissed her , sucked her tits , and then pushed her off me and fucked her bareback in missionary until he came in her .,

I had cum while she rode me , and she had cum in one long orgasm .

My friend didn't hang around and we were a little distant that night , but she knew what to do apparently , because she woke me up with a bj , and when I started getting close , she started asking me if I liked watching my friend fuck her and how much she loved it .

I didn't mention it again , until two weeks maybe , she woke up and told me she was ready

For what I asked ,

Two .

Was all she said , and I knew it had been driving her crazy ,.

Idk , I said ,

And she started pleasing , asking me what I wanted in return, I could do her friends or whatever ,

And I said

I wanted to gangbang her , then and she was really excited and happy , saying she didn't think she'd ever get to live that fantasy and she couldn't believe how. Cool I was , and she had never had a boyfriend who would let her do anything like this and how much she loved me , and how lucky the was , and when the night rolled around , it was like we had been in the lifestyle for years , no hesitancy , no embarrassment ,

After that. It was explosive , and endless ,

She would tell me who she wanted to fuck her ,

I would get us all together ,

I'd get her drunk , and tell her to show me what a whore she was , and she loved it , and for a year and a half

If we weren't fucking we were holding hands or kissing, we couldn't keep our hands off each other and I told her she could fuck anyone anytime , ,

Every guy I've ever known without a ring on his finger was basically on the same program , just no where nearly as successful lol,

Only they lie and poison the trust ,

So what about a woman doing it is so bizarre , and as far as the stags enjoyment ,

You can't understand it because the idea your woman is "yours" like she signed ownership over to you , is

Far to meaningful a idea , that 1 ) is never absolute or true 2) should need to be as a matter of someone's insecurities or low self esteem .

Instead of telling all the guys at work or the gym about the fine little thing at the market or wherever,

It would be better to be able to tell your GF ,

If over 70% of people would cheat if they were guaranteed not to get caught ,

Why not just admit its a natural And normal thing and find a lifestyle that encouraged honesty And openness and sharing, instead of lies and secrets , and creeping .

I would love to be with a stripper or escort who was openly polyamourus and the more sex she had the more I'd want her ,

Does that make your head hurt ?

Well it's a good thing that , no one asked you , cates what you think or what your opinions or preferences might be , notice I don't ask , because it couldn't be less interesting or important ,

How pathetic is it that grown ass men , would spend their time discussing and criticizing someone else's sex life , lolol.

There's no one I care about being aware of my kink , and no one I'd ever think to share it with ,

All the bible thumpers in this country try to instill some kind of morality and deprevaty that is absent in the EU,

You send me emotion based sexually oriented memes that you THINK , I will find upsetting or pointed ,

But I'm not embarrassed , lol.

I would have loved it if Julia was a escort ,

And dated me ,

Loved , loved , loved , loved , loved it .

And as far as the look alikes kidding or otherwise entangled ?

I sure as fuck hope she's having a great time ,l with who ever she is dealing with ,

See,

To care about what someone else is doing in that way , is to imagine that what you might want or enjoy has some greater value to the rest of the world and it doesn't ,

I could never care in the way you seem to imagine I am because , it is absent of consideration of what she wants ,

And putting her before you is what separates men from boys

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Chapter 3 - Edmonton, Alberta

“Shut the fuck up!!!” Addison shouted into her pillows. Someone was calling her and the headache that a night of heavy drinking brings was pounding with every ring of her phone. The last thing she could remember was taking a tequila shot at the bar with Simone next to her, and somehow she had ended up in her bed. Addison was able to grab her phone and answer the Facetime call. “God Brady, give a girl a warning next time,” Addison groaned.

“Addie, I said I’ll call you in the morning,” Brady laughed. “How much of the night can you remember?”

“Up to about 11 I think?” she replied.

“So,” the boy started, “you don’t remember calling me at 5am, complaining that you saw a Flames game on?” At that, Addison hid her face in the pillows on her bed. “Now, I don’t need to know what happened between you and Matt, but clearly you need to sort your shit out.”

“Brady,” Addison complained as she elongated his name, “I know, I have a lot of shit to sort out. But first, this hangover needs to fuck off.”

“Addie, I’m gonna leave you to work off your hangover and let Simone know that we’re excited to see her in St Louis,” he added. Before Addison could ask how he knew about her roommate, he wished her a quick goodbye and hung up. Questions raced through Addison’s head, why did she call Brady last night? Why did she get so drunk last night? They all had the same root. Matthew Tkachuk.

The only thing Addison needed to get the thought of him out of her was coffee, Advil and a lot of water. She made her way to the kitchen to see Simone cooking up some eggs for the two of them. “You don’t need to explain yourself,” she spoke softly, “but you do need to eat something.” Simone pushed a plate of scrambled eggs and toast across the island to Addison. She thanked her best friend for the breakfast and started eating.

“Brady says he’s looking forward to seeing you over Christmas,” Addison prodded Simone, trying to find out how they had been in contact.

“Yeah, we were DMing each other on Insta last night,” Simone said as she started tapping her fingers on the countertop. Addison had seen this before, when she was nervous and interested in a guy. “He seems nice,” she nodded, taking a sip of the coffee she had made for herself.

“He is, he might be a little instigator like his brother, but he’s nice,” Addison said with a smile, remembering the good times she had at the Tkachuk house over that one summer. Simone was almost shocked, this was the first time she had ever heard Addison talk about any of the Tkachuk’s in a positive light. This was something she would have to relay to Brady as the two of them had been talking about trying to get them to at least get along.

bradytkachuk: please tell me Addie’s hangover isnt too bad

simone_squires: nah, she’s all good, just given her some breakfast. She did compliment you and Matthew though, so it looks like we’re going in the right direction?

bradytkachuk: this might be a bit odd, but Matt never uses his family tickets to games and the BOA is happening tomorrow night in Edmonton. I can try and ask him to leave them under your name at the box? bradytkachuk: I’m also gonna take the complement as a win for us here lol

simone_squires: i’m up for another hockey game, just make sure we’re not with the WAGs, bc we’re not WAGs ;)

bradytkachuk: you got it, i’ll text Matt now x

Simone let out a small sigh of shock at that final message that Brady sent, it could have been an accident right? There was no way that he meant to end it with an ‘x’, did he? However, she couldn’t focus on this too much as she had to finish preparing a presentation for work on Monday. “Ads, I’m gonna shower and get on with this presentation,” she said as she poked her head into Addison’s room, seeing her sitting on her bed watching something on Netflix.

“Yeah, sounds good, gimme half an hour and I’ll look a bit more alive,” Addison replied. Simone sent a small nod her way and went to her bathroom and spent the entire time in the shower thinking about how to bring up the tickets she had somehow scored from Brady.

Matthew didn’t check his phone throughout practice, on his way to the gym, at the gym or when he was making lunch. He felt his phone buzzing at regular intervals but refused to check it, he wanted to make sure he remained in the zone for the trip to Edmonton and the amount of notifications he was getting surely meant the media were preparing an onslaught directed at him. He didn’t need the Albertan media turning him into a villain once again, especially when all he wanted was to support his team through the hard times they had. His team mentality was always strong and he was known to get into fights to protect his team, he carried a target on his back, but this was for the benefit of the team. Everyone knew that he was in line for the captaincy when Gio retired, it was the obvious choice. He would do anything for his team, outside of the rules if needed.

Eventually, he caved in and checked his phone to some interesting notifications:

Brady Bro (2) Any chance you could drop off two tickets at the booth for your game @ edmonton? If you can, leave them under the name Simone Squires, thanks bro

Instagram simone_squires and 521 others followed you simone_squires sent you a DM

Flames 🔥🔥🔥🔥 (99+) Johnny G: Matt, Brady has been blowing up my phone, just check yours ffs

Tkachuk Squad (3) Brady: Matt, how useless are you at checking your phone Chantal: Brady, don’t be mean to your brother Chantal: Clearly he might be busy

Why was it so important for his brother to have tickets, under someone’s name he had never heard of? Why had this person now followed him on Instagram and sent him a message? Had Brady found someone he liked when he was last in Edmonton and was trying to get her into hockey? He wasn’t going to complain about leaving a few tickets for this girl, especially if she’d messaged him too. Matthew decided before replying to Brady, he would check this DM from ‘Simone’ and see what she said.

simone_squires: hey! pretty sure Brady asked if you could leave a few tickets for me for the game tomorrow? just checking that its all good with you

matthew_tkachuk: yeah, no worries. ill leave them for you, come to entrance 4 :) matthew_tkachuk: ill make sure they’re ice level for you too

Matthew let out a sigh he didn’t even know he was holding in. Clearly she was a nice girl if she was making sure that he was okay with leaving tickets for her. He knew he shouldn’t go through her Instagram, but he couldn’t resist. This Simone girl was very pretty, he thought to himself, Brady had done well getting to talk to her. He noticed a lot of photos taken recently in Edmonton and deduced that she must have moved there recently, but it was one photo, with a girl he hadn’t seen in years. Addison Silver.

#ahockeywrites #the girl next door #Matthew Tkachuk #flames19 #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

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immj2 05 + 07.12.20 lbs

05.12.20

“tum saari property mere naam karoge.”

BITCH WHAT NOW???????????

V like dadiiiiiiiiiii ko dhokaaaaaaaa?!!!!?!?!?! oh ho, lagta hai pair chhoote chhoote V ko asli waale feels aa gaye dadi ke liye, free of charge!

THIS MAN AND HIS FACE NEED TO BE STOPPED SO HELP ME GODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

also what else that tongue do (other than throw constant taane to guilt a bitch) baby boy mmmmmmmhmmmmmmm 😏😏😏

riddhima thinking ki property meaning khatra and she can’t allow it to stay on dadi, she has to take it on herself, so that if kabir tries hurting anyone, it’ll be her.

this one’s paar ki nazar has recognized that train of thought, i think.

she’s like think whatever you want idgaf, just do whatever the fuck i say or else. and don’t even think of charging me an extra paisa. jaake bhaanda phodna hai toh phod lo, phir you won’t get your remaining 4.5 cr. DAMN GIRL, WHERE THIS SHAATIR TAKE-CHARGE SIDE OF YOURS BEEN ALL THIS TIME???????/

hubs thinking same thing. he’s never been more turned on by her as when she’s using maximum brain.

“kya hai?????? aise taad kyun rahe ho?????????”

“taadna ekdum free of cost hai. only for your pretty face!” I HATE HIM.

LOVE THIS TROPE. LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.

face change from smiley eyes to shaatir eyes, as he contemplates the facts before him. unf, the things it does to me to see him emote.

lijiye, iss show ke Idiot Brothers. and their plans to prove it’s not vansh and to get riddhima thrown out. i’ll pass.

but this one’s face tho. cutest.

same, aryan. mera bhi yehiiiii reaction hai. taareeef karoon kya uskiiiii, jissne, tumhe banaaya!

some rando has come and is like hi, i’m your new lawyer; your old one appointed me before he left. no doubt he’s been sent by kabir.

V’s face: chutiya samajh rakha hai kya???? that’s not how this shit works.

v is like you’re here about my will and lmao riddhima’s all happy thinking oh vihaan has started my work already. SIS TILL NOW WHAT HAS HE DONE ACC TO YOUR PLAN? TELL ME ONE (1) THING THAT HE’S DONE LIKE YOU SAID.

yadda yadda yadda lawyer is like the property cannot be transferred for a few months. because Reasons. sure. sounds legit.

kabir is ecstatic. needs to learn to hide his MWAHAHAHAHAHA MERA CHAAL KAAM KAR GAYA FACE better if he wants to win at this game. he’s up against poker face all india/tellywood champion.

fb to kabir bribe/threatening lawyer. zero surprise.

V telling dadi idc about all this, meri asli daulat toh aap hai. lmao he really just does not give the other grandkids a chance to be #1 in dadi’s books.

ishani is pakka sure this is vansh bhai itselfffffffffff. and lmao angre’s suspicious face. they’re legit like:

V trying to negotiate salary increase (10% per month!!!!!!!!) and riddhima’s like bhakkkkkkk, sabzi mandi laga rakhi hai kya maine? yeh faltu ki bargaining nahi chalegi yahaan, jo karna hai karlo.

ishani’s back with bhai’s favvvvvvvvv chocolate cake and.... OH NO HE WAS SO FUCKING RUDE TO HERRRRRRRRRRRRR. riddhima ko sabak sikhaane ke liye ishani ko kyun sunaaaa rahe hoooo!?!?!?!!?

anyway riddhima tried to sametofy that raita by apologizing to ishani and.......... that went as well as expected.

kabir and aryan watching and lootofying mazze.

lmaooooo aryan tubelight ko situation samajh hi nahi aaya and kabir is just like

lmao have you seen a more pitying look????

angsty piano playing time.

lmaooooooooo she’s like “jahaan vansh banna tha, wahaan bann nahi paaye, yahaan yeh karke kya kya fayyda hai?” which......... troo. i really like this give-no-fucks version of riddhima who says what’s on her mind, instead of just doing lengthy internal monologues of stupidity.

as,kjdlkasjd;lksjd;lkjsa;ldkjsa;lk she’s like vansh never yelled at anyone if it wasn’t a big deal. to which V is reacting just the way i am rn.......

‘lmao reallllllllly??? i don’t remember it like that.’

more lecture and yeah, i relate to him.

ishani over here crying to angre about bachpan se leke aaj tak vansh bhai ne kabhi nahi daanta. which again i’m like?????????? i have literally only seen V1.0 yelling at ishani for some bs or the other. literally never has he shown her any pyaar; the most he’s ever mellowed at her was when he gruffly told her sunny’s “truth” and made her understand that the wedding with angre would be good for her. nostalgia comes with some reallllll rose tinted glasses huh, ki everyone’s whitewashing asshole!vansh this way.

soft ship gently chugging along!

anyway angre has a plan and ishani like so help me god imma murder this fucker if he’s not vansh. there’s my girl!!!!!

this one is driving a hardddddddd bargain and wow, really going to town on that piano. riddhima doesn’t find it shady at allllllllllllllllll that he’s an equally good piano player as vansh huh? zerooooo thoughts about that.

“gunaah karne waale se bada gunehgaar hota hai gunaah sehne waala.” bhai waaah, isske victim complex ko mera salaam, ki bechaara is ONLY GETTING 5 CRORES, BOOOOOO HOOOOO.

“jabse tumse yeh deal kii haina, badi gandiiiii waali feeling aa rahi hai!” lmaoooooo yeah sureee, i can see how torturous it is, to be paid OBSCENELY to......... play yourself.

“mujhe teen guna chahiye. i want triple.”

BITCH WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF 3X SLKJDFSLKJFLDK 15 CRORES I KNOW TERA HI PAISA HAI BUT HADH HAI BHAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII?!?!? YOU SOUNDING A LOT LIKE THIS GUY:

oh boy ishani and angre have entered hearing about “triple”.

badi safaai se he said OH I MEANT IMMA BAKE A TRIPLE LAYER CHOCOLATE CAKE FOR YOU TO SAY SORRY.

softttttttttttttttttttt siblingssssssss. baaaaabies.

but hubs and wifey have come with some stress relief for bhai, lol.

lmao riddhima’s reactionnnnnnnnn.

lo ji yeh bhi aa gaya rang mein bhang daalne. wants to make things interesting via bet. some realllllll high stakes shit. good lord, don’t be gross and bet riddhima or something, maharabharat style.

aaaaaand it’s on!

no point screaming in your mind, riddhima. should have sent him to basketball camp before you recruited him.

"bohut mazaa aayega!!!!” lmaooooooo seeeeee, i told y’all. all this big baby legit wants is someone to playyy with himmmmm. have you ever seen him look THISSSSS HAPPY EVERRRRRR??????????

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07.12.20

lmao @ his purposely bad dribbling.

stressing Dollar Biwi out some more by saying he hasn’t even watched the game on tv.

unffffff. Chehra Appreciation Break. these go out to my girl @nawaazishein (she knows exaaaaaaaactly why.)

riddhima is like when you pick teams, pick me, and kabir is here to talk smack and say everyone’s gonna find outtttttt nowwww.

ok great, whole fam’s here. there’s a chalkboard set up for the score and everythinggggg. coz as per usual, no one else has nothing else to do. not even catch up on their podcasts or play some candy crush or nothing. they just wanna watch these two grownass men having a pissing contest.

V wins the toss but aryan’s bitch ass lies and says kabir won it. K selects riddhima first.

he knew that kabir’s dumb ass would do exactly that. besides, he’s seen riddhima play. she sucks ass at it. best if she brings down K’s team from the inside, lol.

V’s picks: useless!chacha, angre. K’s pick: aryan. rules established, ki after every 10 points, rival team se player will be out.

all i can think of rn is that everyone went and changed and riddhima’s gonna play in her sari and heels?!?!?!?!!!?!?

game faces on!

lol such bball captain and his gf head cheerleader vibes. CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh god are we supposed to sit and listen to chachi’s commentary?!?!!?!?

please note i’m literally only watching this ep to see the boys’ shirts move and expose chest and abs.

riddhima gets the ball and is standing there in one place dribbling so that V can easily intercept and he’s just..........

............. imitating a frilled dragon or some shit?????

kabir just took the ball from her and scored.

first basket he made and he’s already telling vansh to give up. dude, hadh hoti hai overconfidence ki.

V like haar-jeet ka faisla end mein hota hai. i would say i’ve already won, getting to see this much sweaty neck and chest, mmmmhmmmmmm.

SCOREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!! i mean, yeah V scored a point in the game or whateverrrrrrrr, BUT **I** GOT TO SEE SOME TUMMY WHEN HE JUMPED UP!!!!!

lol idk what the sassy finger wave was for, but i liked watching it.

THIS DUMBASS. SOMEONE PLEASE JUST PUT HER OUT OF HER MISERY.

aryan’s out.

AND I SCORE AGAIN!!!!! ouff, the things i have to resort to coz they don’t gimme tellywood men shirtless anymore.

useless!chacha’s out.

askljdlkjlkdjlsakjdlsakjdlsdjlaskjdlj bechaara kabir.

“you. out, please!”

sureeeeeely he will not pull the kkhh move in front of the whole fam??????/ will he?????????

look at his face, ki awwwwww, how cute that she’s trying.

riddhima is so stupid, if she scored all these points, why didn’t she pick V to leave the game instead of angre!?!?!?!!?!?

BITCH DID THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“isski har harkat vansh se kyun milti hai?????” idk sis, take a wiiiiiiiiiild guess. if it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck........... MAYBE THE FUCKING 6 FOOT 2″ DUCK LOOMING IN FRONT OF YOU AND RUNNING HIS HANDS ALL OVER YOU IS YOUR FUCKING HUSBAND??????

the way he’s smiling is practically challenging her to figure it out.

she’s still like nope, not him. just a coincidence. while she mulls on that brain fart, imma stare at rrahul’s chest some more.

of course.

YOUR WHOLEASS FAMILY IS STANDING THERE WATCHING THIS OMG I’M DYING OF SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENTTTTTTTT FUCKING TAKE IT TO YOUR ROOM YOU WEIRDOS

“yeh bonus hai. free of charge. just for your pretty face!”

this dumbass is also hung up ki how overnight he became good at playing basketball. abbe oh gobar ganesh why can’t you just accept it’s him?!!?!?!?

aryan’s like dude, it’s him. i’ve seen him play. this is him.

but there must be somethinggggggg unique about vansh’s style right????

ahaaaa, ambidextrous.

kabir legit threw something like that looks like a clown’s nose. i guess he just carries that around full time coz he’s a 🤡🤡🤡

blah blah we already knew this from the precap. i’m just fwding to when he plays with the left and wins.

lmao V’s faaaaaaaaace. when kabir finally gets his day of reckoning, vansh is really nottttttt gonna hold back.

never seen ppl THIS happy to see a left handed person, lol.

“vihaan vansh ki tarah left hand se khel sakta hai??????”

CUTESTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lmaoooooooooo his face is like jo toota nahi tha, woh bhi tod ke rakh degi.

lolllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. asshole.

uh huh honeyyyyyyyyy. did the Vansh Move.

asking how you did all this when i never told you these facts about vansh?

“tum zaroorat se zyaada sochti ho, Sweetheart.”

DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“kya aisa humne pehle kabhi nahi kiya? kya yeh pal humaari zindagi mein kabhi bhi nahi aaya, riddhima?” he said her name The Vansh Way, not The Vihaan Way!!!!!!!

“tum mere......”

“haan riddhima, yeh tumhara veham nahi hai. main vihaan nahi, vansh hoon. tumhara vansh.”

haaaaaaye bechaari. at this point i’m feeling quite bad for her. it’s not her fault she’s so stupid. ab hai toh hai. kya kar sakte hain. bedagarkkkkkk ho tera, vansh. may you die of blue balls for fucking with her simple mind this way.

i just did my homework reallllllllllly well, it seems. so my 3x payment is totally worth it. god i wish that pool was full, so that i could dunk his head into it and hold it there for a few minutes.

THIS ASSHOLE DOESN’T EVEN FEEL A LITTLE BIT BAD FOR WHAT HE’S DOING. LIKE, THODAAAA TOH HE SHOULD FEEL.

and then he turns around and looks at her like this!?!?!?!!?!?!? OUFFFF. FUCK YOU MANNNNNN.

blah blah talk about how now everyone must be convinced (except kabir) but yeah, i’m just here for The Face.

JFC SIS. AT THIS POINT YOU JUST NEED TO PULL A KHUSHI KUMARI GUPTA SINGH RAIZADA AND YANK A FEW HAIRS OUT FROM HIM AND ISHANI AND SEND IT FOR A DNA TEST.

shhhhhhhhhh, koi hai. yup. and not at all an excuse to get touchy touchy with wifey and give her some more mindfucky clues as to who you are.

someone’s watching us, we gotta sort out the property shit realllll quickkkkkkkkk.

he has An Idea, it seems. oh boy.

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