#ok good can finally check this one off my to do list

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

New Truck » Tyler Owens

Pairings: Husband!Tyler Owens x Wife!Reader

Summary: Tyler buys you a brand new truck after your car gets damaged in a tornado.

Warnings: Fluff, language, kissing, pet names

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creator.

“Where are we going, Ty?” You asked, turning your head towards your husband.

“I’m taking you to look for a new car.” Tyler answers.

You sighed and turned your head towards the window to look out it. Your car got damaged in a tornado a couple weeks ago and it’s not fixable. You know it’s silly to be upset over a car that’s damaged, but you really loved that car. Not more than you love Tyler. He’s the love of your life.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” He asks softly, taking a quick glance at you.

“It’s just-” You paused and sighed. “I had that car since I was 16 and I really loved it before it got damaged in the tornado.” You say.

Tyler reaches a hand over, grabbing onto yours.

“You have to remember that cars are replaceable. People aren’t.” He says, kissing the back of your hand softly.

“I know.” You muttered.

“Now, show me that smile I love.” He says.

You looked at Tyler and gave him a smile. Tyler smiles back, knowing you always smile when he says that. At a red light, he gave you a quick kiss on your lips before focusing back on the road.

“You really loved that shitty car more than me? Your husband. Do I need to be jealous of a car?” Tyler says, pretending to be jealous.

“That car was not shitty. I mean, yes, it got fixed a lot, but I love you more, cowboy.” You say with a smile.

You leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek, making him smile.

“You better love me more than a shitty junker car.” He says teasingly.

“That car wasn’t shitty and a junker!” You say with a pout.

“Sweetheart, that car broke down every three months. It’s time for you to get a new car.” He says.

You opened your mouth, but closed it, knowing that he’s right. You leaned back in the seat with a pout on your face. Tyler chuckled lightly and patted your thigh.

When you guys pulled into the car lot, you sighed to yourself before getting out of the truck. You met Tyler at the front of his truck and walked around the car lot hand in hand, looking at cars.

“Can I help y’all with anything?” A car salesman asks, approaching you and Tyler.

You have the salesman a smile, but didn’t say anything. Tyler wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“My wife’s car got destroyed in a tornado a couple weeks ago and I bought her here to look for something new.” Tyler tells the salesman.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” The salesman said. “Is there anything particular you’re looking for, ma’am?” He asks you.

You looked around the lot before answering him. Your eyes quickly found the pickup trucks, specifically the Rams.

“The trucks look pretty cool.” You finally answered.

“What kind of truck are you looking for?” He asks. “We have Chevys, Dodges, Rams, Fords.” He lists off.

“Rams.” You answered. “That’s what my husband has.” You say, looking up at Tyler with love in your eyes.

Tyler smiles down at you. He also knew you would finally give in and get a Ram pickup truck like him. The salesman took you and Tyler to the area where the Ram pick up trucks are.

“Here’s the Ram trucks we have.” The salesman says. “Is there a color you have in mind?” He asks.

Your eyes scanned the trucks. All of them are cool, but the red ones and blue ones caught your eye the most.

“I can’t decide between the red and blue ones.” You say.

“That’s ok, sweetheart. You don’t have to decide right now.” Tyler says.

“I think we’ll come back another time and check them out.” You tell the salesman.

“Sounds good. Have a nice day.” The salesman says before walking away.

You and Tyler walked back to his truck. Tyler being the gentleman he is, opened the passenger’s door for you. You got in the truck and he shut the door. Tyler walked around to the driver’s side of the truck and got in.

“The red and blue trucks caught your eye, darlin’?” Tyler asks, putting his seatbelt on.

“Yes.” You answered, putting your seatbelt on.

“Hmm.” He hums to himself, starting the truck.

Over the past couple of weeks, you’ve been driving Tyler’s truck when you had errands to run. He didn’t go with you, which you find weird. Tyler loves running errands with you. You assumed that he had tornado wrangler stuff to do so you didn’t think much of it.

“Sweetheart, you home?” Tyler asks, walking in the house.

“In the kitchen!” You say.

You were putting the last of the groceries away when Tyler walked in the kitchen.

“I have a surprise for you, honey.” He says, grinning happily.

“What is it?” You asked curiously.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.” He said.

Tyler covered your eyes with a bandanna so you couldn’t see anything.

“What’re you up to, cowboy?” You asked with a giggle.

“You’ll see in a moment.” He says.

Tyler walked you to the front door of the house. He carefully helped you walked down the porch steps to the driveway.

“Take the blindfold off.” Tyler says.

You took the blindfold off to see a brand new Ram pickup truck parked next to Tyler’s truck in the driveway. It was customized in the colors red and blue. A surprised gasp left your lips.

“Tyler, what- how-” You turned to face your husband to see him holding the car keys to the truck.

“Surprise!” He says with a smile.

You squealed excitedly and happily, grabbing the keys from his hand and ran over the truck. You got in the driver’s seat while Tyler got in the passenger’s seat.

“You like it?” Tyler asks.

“I love it!” You said with excitement in your voice.

“Let’s take it for a spin, cowgirl.” He says, putting his seatbelt on.

You smiled widely and put your seatbelt on and started the truck. It started right up with no trouble at all. It took at least three tries to start your old car. It drove smoothly compared to your old car. You were so speechless that you didn’t know what to say. After a few minutes of driving, you pulled over into a random parking, putting your truck in park and shutting it off. You turned to face your husband and gave him a kiss with so much passion that it took yours and his breath away.

“I have the world’s best husband.” You say, leaning your forehead against his and looking in his eyes.

“I better be the world’s best husband for this.” Tyler says, making you giggle.

You kissed him again.

“I got it painted in red and blue for you, because you said you couldn’t decide between the two colors so I got both colors on it for you.” He tells you.

“Does it have those cool things your truck has?” You asked curiously.

“If you’re talking about the spike that goes into the ground during tornados and the metal bars around it, then yes.” He answers.

“Good.” You pecked his lips softly. “My truck is ready to take on tornados with yours.” You say with a smile.

Tyler chuckles and kissed you once more before you two headed home.

“Oh! I have to call Kate and tell her that you bought me a brand new truck!” You said excitedly, getting out of your truck. “I love you so much, Ty. I don’t know how to thank you.” You say, hugging him and kissing him.

“I love you too, darlin’. Your love is more than enough to thank me.” Tyler says softly.

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Glen Powell characters tags: @cevansbaby-dove

[ifyoucandaniel]

I want to thank you for making your list of recommended long batfam fics. I have been making my way through it and I am really enjoying them! ESPECIALLY cards on the table (I also love Dark Matter but I had already read it). Please let us know if you ever get more long batfam fic recs 🥺

okay so ive been waiting to answer this until i had gathered a good chunk of new long fics and ive been getting a lot of similar messages asking for recommendations, so here is another list of my fav long batman fics!

Jason and the Three Terrors by @cdelphiki, 220k, ongoing, T. if i can get you to read one thing, let it be this. ohhh my god where to even begin, this is a fic where jason stays with the league after his dip in the lazarus pit for a little while and winds up being charged with getting damian, his cousin, and his sister out of the league safely. this fic is just so fucking good, cdelphiki always writes such seamless relationship growth and watching jason go from "im dropping these brats off first chance i get" to "im a single mother of three and i need to provide for my kids" is phenomenal. 1000/10, the writing, the kids, the relationships, please do yourself a favor and read this.

A Collision of Masks by Movaz, 169k, completed, T. !! guys. this is such a good dick grayson-centric fic. this is set in an AU where batman never joined the justice league so the justice league knows very little about batman inc. and consequently dick never joins YJ so the YJ team is tasked with checking out a new hero called nightwing in bludhaven and police officer grayson is tasked with helping the team in their investigation :) really good fic exploring dick juggling all his identities and finally gaining people he can rely on! i actually did a bind of it so you know i love this story so much

Life Happens by @cdelphiki, 176k, complete, G. ok so this fic is probably one of the most beautiful stories of growth and love i've read. its about tim and damian being transported from their world into ours where they're only comic book characters and they start to build a life for themselves here. cdelphiki is one of the most amazing authors, im currently going through all of their works, but this one has just stayed with me and i dont think anyone should pass it up. watching tim and damian grow together and seeing damian have a real childhood and just the whole concept of life happening wether you want it to or not is so beautifully done. cannot recommend enough.

Honoring Promises by LananiA3O, completed, 14k, T. okay this isnt actually a long fic, but its one of my favorite fics ever and i need it on this list. if you're like me and you love UTRH aus where instead of sticking around as red hood after bruce threw a batarang at his throat jason fucks off and disappears to live a normal life, this is for you. from dick's pov, he realizes jasons last letter was a last attempt at reaching out and stalks him until he finds out what really happened to his little brother. i think about this every day and wish it was 10000 words long

The Time Before by @cdelphiki, 80k, completed, G. at this point this is basically just a cdelphiki fic rec lmao when i said everything by them was good, i meant that shit. this is a fic where jason is sent back into time when he was 9 years old but still has all his memories from the future. he goes to bruce for help despite wanting to do literally anything else and is surprised to realize maybe everything isn't how he remembers it 10 years in the future and maybe theres a chance he can go home when hes older again. once again cdelphiki hitting me in the feels with this one, really amazing study on how time and pain can change how you perceive and remember things and also just forgiveness and fixing mistakes and accepting mistakes were made. very good, highly recommend

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors by Sophene, 80k, completed, batlantern, T. I have no excuse for this, this is such a fun and funny fic i love it so much. basically HOA president single dad bruce with his 10 million adopted kids and then hal jordan moves in next door and plays his music too loud at 10pm on a school night and throws parties and bruce has a stick up his ass about it. i really really love the shift in hal when kyle comes to live with him as his ward (? i cant actually remember if hes adopted or just a ward) and seeing him finally understand why bruce acts the way he does when it comes to his kids. also seeing bruce just being a tired dad 90% of the fic when he isnt glaring at hal is so good.

Option C by CasualGeek, 78k, completed, T. this has, in my opinion, a very unique and interesting premise. basically, what if instead of becoming red hood, jason comes back to gotham and manages to get Joker put on trial for the murder of sheila haywood and get the insanity plea thrown out. really interesting approach to batman and joker and jason technically doing things through the legal justice system and what that means for him and the people around him. very good, read it all in one sitting

butcherbird, fly away home by e_va, 41k, completed, M. lost days jason todd loml! basically what if when jason was off on his world tour one of his tutors kidnapped bruce wayne and jason has feelings about it against his will. "what if lost days jason was stuck in the same room as a sick bruce for more than 10 minutes and actually had to talk to him without punching him" AU and i throughly enjoyed it. @darlingatlas recommended this one and she never misses with the jason recs

this kind of weather by r_astra, 55k, completed, T. this is the fic something in the static was originally inspired by and if you know me, i love that series, and i love this fic too. another what if jasons mom didnt die until later and social services gets involved before he can bolt and bruce seeks him out with some very interesting news. i love fics that display jason’s relationship with crime alley and him being one of them. very good, i love jason so much

ok now these aren't actually long fics but i need to get them out here because i love them so much and highly recommend!

To My Brother by a_silly_gander, 7k, completed, T. Lost days jason au where he starts sending post cards from his travels to dick on a whim while we follow his time away and the people he meets. i love this one so much, please read it if you love jason and dick, its so special to me.

Enhanced Fashion Sense is a Perk of Being a Cat by 12pt_timesnewromanfont, 23k, complete, G. selina breaks into drake manor to steal a cat artifact and accidentally meets the drakes ten year old son they left home alone. then she starts keeping tabs on him and eventually adopts him and makes him stray. i really love selina finding tim before bruce and taking care of him <3 10/10 i wish selina would adopt me

[sixpennydame]

Part One: The Feint

Pairing: Boxer!Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader [Jujutsu Kaisen]

Word count: 4.5k

Summary:

Choso's life is simple: eat, sleep, train, fight. But everything changes when a mysterious doctor comes into his life.

Author's notes: This is me, branching out and writing for something other than Attack on Titan! But I just love me a dark-haired, misunderstood man. Thank you to my beloved @littlerequiem for beta reading.

Series content/warnings: No curses AU, bare knuckle boxing, violence (in the boxing ring and out), mentions of blood and broken bones, eventual smut

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Line dividers: @saradika-graphics

The first time you meet Choso, he’s covered in blood.

It’s nothing you haven’t seen before. You’re a doctor.

Or rather, you used to be. It was all taken away from you. Now you’re forced to treat fighters in an underground fighting ring, patching up broken bones and open wounds.

This was your life now, and you’d resigned yourself to that.

You hear your door slide open. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” you say, your back turned.

“Ok...” you hear a low voice respond, “but can I sit down? I’m feeling a little dizzy.”

You look over your shoulder to see a tall man, blood oozing from a wound to his head, the rag he has pressed against it drenched.

“Oh - yes, of course! Let me just...” 

You grab sterile gauze and your other instruments from the cabinet and run over to him as he sits down. He looks lethargic, and a little disoriented. You remove the soaked rag, assessing the large gash along his eyebrow.

“That’s deep,” you remark, “you must have been hit pretty hard.”

“Wasn’t too bad. I just bleed a lot,” he answers nonchalantly.

The blood from his head runs down and mingles with blood on his chest.

He notices your downward glance. “That isn’t all my blood.”

“Ah,” is all you can think to say.

You’d hate to see what the other guy looks like.

“Well, let’s get you stitched up then.”

He follows you to your examination table and sits down. You start by cleaning off the blood around the wound, gently dabbing the area while keeping pressure on it. His eyelid is already starting to swell, the deep purple bruising spreading under his eye and to his cheekbone. As you clean his face, you notice that he has a long, dark scar that goes across the bridge of his nose.

“Have you had any blurred vision? Vomiting?” you ask, going through the checklist of a concussion. 

He shakes his head. “Nope. I just need you to stitch me up and then I’ll be out of here.”

“There’s a bit more to it than that. I need to check that you’re ok.” You turn on your examination light and he squints, then you prepare a needle with local anesthesia.

“This might sting a bit,” you warn, and when the needle goes in, he winces for a moment, but his stoic expression soon returns.

You get right to work on the wound, silently putting in one stitch, then two, then another, concentrating on mending the skin together.

“I haven’t seen you before. You new?” His voice breaks the silence and your concentration.

“Yeah…I’m just here for a little while.”

He hums a response, and you can feel his eyes glance up at you. 

“That’s good. Nobody should stay around here for too long.”

“And how long have you been fighting here?”

He sighs. “Too damn long. But fighting is all I’ve ever known….I can’t really do anything else.”

There’s a tinge of sadness in his voice. You know what it feels like to be trapped, to not have any other recourse. It’s what got you here, afterall.

You make the final stitch, tie the knot, and cut the thread. 

He makes to stand up, but your hand on his shoulder stops him.

“I need to check for any signs of a concussion,” you say.

He sighs, but with a nod, he settles himself back down. You put your hands on each side of his head, turning it from side to side gently.

“Any pain?”

“N-no..” His dark brown eyes are looking everywhere but at you.

You go through the rest of the list, checking his vision, coordination, and balance—-he passes it all without a hitch.

This guy can really take a punch, you think to yourself.

“Am I good, Doc?”

“It would seem so, but you need to let that wound heal for a week or two before you fight again.”

“Nope, can’t do. I don’t get paid if I don’t fight.” 

He jumps down off the exam table and walks towards the door.

But you grab his arm, pulling the man towards you.

“Hey. You might not care what happens to your body, but I do. And if you’re going to be under my care then you’re going to follow my instructions. No fighting until you get the all-clear from me.” Your voice is forceful and authoritative, and the surprise in his eyes shows that it was not what he was expecting from you.

“Yes…ma’am…er, doctor…” His phrasing is suddenly polite. “I understand. No fighting.”

At that, you let go of his arm. “Good. Come by next week and I’ll see if I can take out those stitches.”

“Next week. Will do, Doc,” he says before walking out the door.

But the following evening, he’s back in your office, straddling one of your chairs and leaning on its back.

“I’m bored...” his low voice whines.

“And so you decided to come here,” you reply dryly while wiping down your examination area.

He doesn’t take the hint, merely watching you as you do your work. Last night, his hair was up in two pigtails that spiked at the top of his head; today, his black hair flows down, almost touching his shoulders. Cleaned up, he’s handsome, even with the swelling from the black eye.

You walk over to him with a small bag of ice. “Here. If you're gonna just hang around here, we might as well take care of that swelling.”

“Thanks, Doc.” He takes the bag, putting it on his still tender bruise. 

“I’m not a doctor.” 

He furrows his brow at your statement.

 “Not fully, anyway. I’m a doctor in residence.”

Was a doctor in residence, but you leave that part out. It’s better not to tell him too much.

Your words seem to be an acceptable explanation. He leans his arms on the back of the chair, then his head. “Well then…what’s your name?”

You tell him. There’s an awkward silence.

“And what’s yours?”

“Choso. Choso Kamo.”

Normally, you don’t bother learning the fighters’ names, or even asking. What would be the point? They’re either too punch drunk to answer you, or they’re in and out of your office without a backwards glance. 

But it wouldn’t hurt to get to know this guy a little more, right? The night’s been slow, and it doesn’t seem like he means to leave any time soon.

“And you said you’ve been fighting for a while?” you ask while attempting to grab a jar of cotton balls on a high shelf.

“Yeah. A couple years. I’m paying for my brothers to go to a boarding school outside the city. The public schools are shit here, and I want them to have better opportunities than I did.” He suddenly becomes quiet, contemplative. “I don’t want them to end up like me.”

That was not the answer you were expecting from him. You’d assumed all the fighters here were adrenaline junkies or extreme pain addicts, with overinflated egos to match. But Choso didn’t seem to fit any of your preconceived notions. He’s fighting for his family because he feels he has to.

So you’re not the only one who feels trapped in their circumstances.

He walks over to you, looking down and smiling. “Don’t feel sorry for me, though. I chose this life.”

There’s a silent energy between the both of you as you meet his gaze, but it’s gone in an instant when he looks away, reaching up and getting the jar.

“Did you need this?” he asks, his voice suddenly low and sweet.

“Yeah.... thanks.” 

Your fingers graze his as you take the jar and there’s a flutter in your stomach. For someone so beat up and bruised, there’s a gentleness about him; you can see it in his eyes.

The moment between the two of you, however, is cut short when the door is kicked open and a bloodied and bruised fighter is rushed into the room. 

By the time you get them bandaged and stitched, and your workspace clean, Choso is gone. 

Ah well, you think, better not to get too attached anyway.

But the next evening, he’s back in your office, just like clockwork, leaning in a chair or sitting on a counter, just ever so slightly in your personal space. You use it as an opportunity to check his wound, reprimanding him for not regularly putting on antiseptic ointment. 

Your leg brushes his as you dab the ointment on, attempting to ignore that he’s once again watching you silently. 

You clear your throat. “You need to take better care of your wounds, Choso, or the scar isn’t going to heal properly. Or worse, it’ll get infected.”

”I don’t really care about scars. I’ve always had them, it seems.”

You look into his eyes, then down at the scar across his nose.

”How’d you get that one?”

“That?” He points to his nose. “That was an unfortunate incident with my father and a metal baton.”

He then tells you about his life, about having an abusive father and an absent mother, and about raising his younger brothers practically on his own. As a teenager he’d given up on school but had found an aptitude for fighting, first in back alleys and parks, and  now, in his early twenties, in the underground bare knuckle boxing matches run by various shady gambling organizations. 

The gambling here was somewhat legal, but the matches were anything but, pitting fighter against fighter in a bloody free-for-all where the only rule was don’t hit them hard enough to kill them. The fact that Choso was still alive and fighting after all these years was impressive.

Slightly masochistic, but impressive. 

From here on, every evening, Choso would come like clockwork. He’d find his way to your office, where you’d assess his wound, put on more ointment (he would always forget), give him some ice for his bruising and just listen to him talk. The man was an open book to you, and after a few days, you felt you had a good idea of who Choso was and what made him tick.

Like how he hates confined spaces but has no problem with heights; that if he’d gone to college, he would have been a preschool teacher because he loves kids; how he likes board games but gets too competitive.

He was odd but sweet, carrying himself in an unassuming way that contrasted vastly from the other fighters that passed through your door. Even though he was part of such a cruel world, he seemed so… innocent, as if he was experiencing life for the first time. 

You, on the other hand, kept information about yourself general and brief during your talks with Choso. To tell him about yourself and your life would mean that you trusted him; that he was more than just another fighter coming through your door. 

Even moreso, you were afraid of what he’d think if you told him what got you here in the first place.

And so every question Choso asked was met with a quick answer or total silence; that didn’t seem to stop him from asking questions, however; the man was as relentless with curiosity as he was with fighting stamina.

And when seven evenings had passed, you could tell the man was aching to get back into the ring.

“It’s itchy,” he said, gently patting the healing wound with his fingers, just like you’d taught him to do when he felt the urge to scratch it.

The bruising and swelling around his eye and the side of his face had gone down considerably in the past week, faster than you were even expecting. 

Something else you didn’t expect was the fact that you really enjoyed his presence in your office every night, so much so that you felt a small pang of longing every time he left.

“Come here, then. Let’s have a look at it.” 

He walks toward you, reaching up to pull his hair back into a ponytail, his shirt raising just enough to show his toned stomach. You quickly turn away to reach for your glasses.

There’s a crinkling sound behind you as he sits on the tissue paper covering the examination table. You can feel his eyes on you and you take a few breaths before turning around, avoiding his gaze.

You’ve been this close to him countless times, but why does it suddenly feel different now?

There’s cheers coming from the arena down the hall, and that usually brings commentary from Choso about the fighters, but right now, he’s quiet. You wonder what he’s thinking about.

“You look cute in your glasses,” he says in a low voice that sends vibrations to your core. 

“Stop it. I’m trying to concentrate.”

“But it’s true.”

”Shhh...” you command, but his comment has you visibly flustered. You clear your throat as you assess Choso’s wound.

“I’m going to take out the sutures now. It shouldn’t hurt.”

Your examination light clicks on above the two of you and you tilt his head up slightly. He smiles boyishly before looking away.

Realizing it’s pointless to ignore whatever is happening between the two of you, you prod, ��Was that your way of flirting?”

”I’ve never been very good at that,” he confesses. “Just stating the facts. One of my many observations of you this week.”

”Oh yeah? And what else have you observed?”

”You purse your lips when you concentrate.” 

You suddenly relax your lips as you start cutting the threads of his suture. “I don’t do that.”

 He smiles. “And you do this little throat clearing sound when you’re nervous.”

As if on cue, you clear your throat. He smirks triumphantly.

”See?”

”So you’ve discovered every one of my physical ticks. You have them too, you know.”

His eyes glance up to you. “And they are?”

”Well…you...” you snip a few sutures, pausing to pull them out and put on a tray, “...sigh loudly.”

”I… sigh loudly?”

”Yeah…as if you’re bored or tired or something.” Snip goes another suture. “And you have the most expressive face I’ve ever seen. I don’t think you’re physically capable of hiding any of your emotions.”

”Unlike you. You’re like a stone wall. You get defensive and distant every time I ask a personal question.”

“I do -” your words come out clipped and harsh, and he gives you a knowing look, “-not..”

Snip.

Silence.

“Ok, fine. What do you want to know?”

“You’re not wearing a ring, so you’re not married. Boyfriend?”

“No.” You want to leave it at that, but that would just prove him right. “I don’t really have time for…relationships.”

Desperately wanting to deflect, you ask, “What about you? I’m sure you have a hoard of fangirls.”

“Me? Fangirls?” He laughs at that and you give him a reprimanding look to keep still before you continue your work. “You clearly haven’t been to any of the matches. It’s mainly old men drunk off their asses. And I don’t really talk to…girls.”

You take out the last suture and dab at the slight bleeding. 

“I’m a girl.”

“Yeah, but you’re different.”

Your brow furrows at that, and so he adds, “I want to talk to you. And it’s a challenge.”

“A challenge? In what way?”

“No matter what I ask, you’ve barely told me a thing about you.  But there’s some things I can tell.” 

His hand reaches out and pauses for a moment, before his fingertips caress your face. 

“You seem sad,” he says gently, “and alone.”

“What does that mean, alone?” You back away from him. “I’m perfectly fine, and I don’t need you to pity me.”

“That’s not what I meant -” 

He walks toward you, but you turn away.

“Your wound is healed and your bruising has gone down. You should be fine to fight now, so there’s no more reason to come here.”  

You can feel his presence right behind you. He says your name but you don’t turn around.

It’s time to stop this. There’s no use in letting someone into your life.

There’s a loud sigh, and then you hear the door to your office open and close.

——

“Goddammit, Choso, why are your hands not taped? Where’s your head been lately?”

Choso stays silent. Was he really gonna tell his trainer that he’s been sidetracked all week because he was thinking about you every moment? 

That would get him a slap across the face, and he’d like to avoid that.

This is the first time he’s been back to the arena since that last night he saw you. And every day he’s thought about whether he’ll catch a glimpse of you walking to your office, or in the hallway. After things fell apart so terribly, he wonders if he’d even have the nerve to talk to you again.

Choso’s trainer pushes him out the door. ”Go to the doctor and ask to borrow their tape. Surely she has some.”

Shit. 

The cheers and boos of another fight echo against the brick and metal of the hallway as Choso makes his way to your office, each step making his heart beat just a little bit faster. 

Would you even want to talk to him? Maybe you’ll turn him away. 

(Of course, if he got injured tonight, you’d have no choice but to treat him, that thought had crossed his mind.)

Just as he makes it to your door, it flings open, nearly hitting him in the face. He stops it right as a man with long blue hair slinks out.

”Oh! Sorrrry man!” His voice is innocent, child-like. “You almost got knocked out before you could even fight.” He smirks while holding open the door ceremoniously. “The doctor will see you now.”

Confused, Choso watches as the man practically skips down the hall but his concern quickly changes when he sees you slumped over your counter.

”Doc…” 

He cautiously walks towards you.

”Go away.” The words are harsh but your voice is weak and defeated.

Choso gently puts a hand on your shoulder to turn you towards him, but you refuse to look him in the eyes. He lifts your chin up to look at him.”What happened?”

That’s when he sees it. Your bottom lip is split and bleeding.

Choso’s eye squint, studying the wound. “Who did this to you?”

You say nothing, but with the freshness of the wound, he puts it together. And suddenly, he’s seeing red.

He turns on his heels, ready to burst out the door and catch that blue haired bastard who hit you, but you grab his arm, pulling him back to your side.

”Don’t, Choso!” You plead. “Please...”

Your eyes well up with tears and Choso’s hand instantly cups your face.

“What happened?”

You hesitate, as usual, but then, “…I’m in trouble...”

”What kind of trouble?”

You look down, grabbing some gauze on the counter to put on your lip. Once again, Choso is met with silence to his questions.

”Hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”

”Why do you keep coming here, Choso? No matter what I do…you just keep coming back. I don’t get it.”

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you.” The words come out of his mouth so naturally, words he’s wanted to tell you for days.  “You are one of the only people here who is kind to me. I could tell that you really cared. I don’t get that often, if ever.”

He moves closer, placing his hand on top of yours. “You’re not alone. I’m here.”

Outside the doors of the office, the voices of the gamblers in the arena raise to a crescendo. A muffled sound announces the next fighters.

But here, it feels as if time has stopped. Choso can’t hear anything but the pounding of his own heart in his ears getting louder and louder. His focus becomes completely on you, as if the rest of the world has melted away. It’s the same feeling he gets right before a fight, but this time he’s not looking to conquer anything.

Or maybe he is.

He brings your hand off your face and leans down, his lips mere millimeters from yours. 

“Let me in.”

Your breath is ragged and uneven and if he closed his eyes, he swears he’d be able to hear your heart beating as well. But after a few seconds, when neither of you move, he begins to doubt himself. 

Then your voice - your sad, soft voice - breaks the silence.

”Choso...”

That’s all he needs to hear to have his lips crashing into yours. It’s a desperate kiss, a hunger arising in him that he’s never felt before. Your arms wrap around his neck and he lifts you up and onto the counter, pressing himself between your legs. He can taste the blood from your lip and it seems to spur a deeper want of you inside of him. His hands roam under your shirt and you moan into his mouth. He wants to touch you, taste you, know everything about you - 

“Choso!” A loud voice resonates outside the office.

Both of you break away from the kiss, breathless.

“Shit. I’ve gotta go.” He looks at the door, expecting his coach to barge in any second; when he doesn’t, he looks back at you. You look so vulnerable right now, he doesn’t want to leave you. He wants to see how much further this can go, how much more you’ll open up to him, but he knows he can’t miss a fight.

“Wait for me. It’s not safe for you to leave by yourself tonight. I’ve just gotta.…go do this real quick.”

This. As if his livelihood doesn’t depend on it. 

“Alright,” is your answer.

And with that, it feels like Choso has been hit with a shot of adrenaline. He kisses you again, maybe a little bit too enthusiastically, because he hears you suck in a breath. 

“I’ll be right back.” He looks down and sees some medical tape on the counter. “And I’ll return this.”

He runs out the door and down the hall, the tape in his mouth as he winds it around his palms and knuckles.

You’re gonna wait for him.

He’s never wanted a fight to finish so fast.

”Choso! Where the hell have you been? You’re up!”

He ignores his coach and starts warming up, jumping a bit and then throwing a few punches. Just outside the door beyond are the lights, the cheers, and his opponent.

But right now, all he wants is you.

”And weighing in at 187 pounds….the man who always brings a bloodbath…CHOOOOSOOOOO!!”

——

You hear the announcer scream Choso’s name and the cheers that follow. 

Let me in… he’d said.

You’re not sure if you’re shaking from being hit in the face or from the intense kisses that you shared with Choso just moments before. Maybe it’s a little of both. 

You wring your hands and pace the floor, your mind racing, trying to understand everything that just happened. Sooner or later, you knew the people you agreed to work for would come to collect - but no matter what you did, it never seemed to be enough. They take and take and take…

And that man with the blue hair - it seemed like he’d taken such joy in hitting you, seeing the fear in your eyes when he made his threats. 

Maybe you should just leave, right now. Pack up your stuff and get out of the city, leave everything behind. 

But it would be no use, you knew they’d eventually find you.

And Choso…he told you to wait for him. It felt so good to be in his arms, touching you, kissing you. He made you feel wanted and safe, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You’ve never been interested in watching the matches before, but now you find yourself walking down the hall and into the dark and crowded arena. The crowd is lively, throwing out words of praise and curses at both the fighters. You stay in the back, and through the clouds of cigarette smoke, you see him. 

It’s only been a few minutes since the fight started, but Choso’s body is already coated in a layer of sweat. There’s a wild look in his eyes but his face is serious, almost calm. He weaves and bobs in between his opponent’s punches, getting his own punch across his cheek, then one to his chin. Choso takes a few steps back as the man ambles forward, shaking his head a few times while his trainer yells something to him from the ropes. 

The opponent lunges toward Choso but he puts him in a headlock and starts punching his face repeatedly. In an ordinary fight, a referee would break them up, but there are no referees that you can see. The man eventually works himself free from Choso’s grasp, his nose bloody and more than likely broken. He attempts a jab but Choso counters; he hits him hard across the cheek and the man falls to the ground.

”Finish him off!” “Beat him to a pulp!”

”Choso! Choso! Choso!”

The voices raise higher and higher, egging the victor on. But Choso merely walks to his corner, drinks some water, spits it out, and leaves the ring. 

In a matter of minutes, it’s all over, the loser in a pool of blood. 

You rush back to your office, knowing you’re going to have to set that man’s nose.

——

True to his word, Choso comes to your office at the end of the night. 

You’ve just finished treating his opponent and stitching up a cut on his right cheek before sending him away with his trainer and crew. You’d also noticed that the bruising on the man’s knuckles was deep purple and swelling fast; no broken bones, but it looked as if he’d hit something hard and immovable, not another human body.

When you look at Choso, who’s freshly showered and wearing a grey hoodie over a white t-shirt, leaning against your office door, he looks as if he’s just had a walk in the park.

You put on your jacket and grab your things before making your way toward him.

”Let’s go. I’ll take you home.” 

His hand, that just moments before had beaten someone to a bloody pulp, was now outstretched toward you.

An offering. And a surrender. 

You decide to accept.

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The Star — An introduction to my Group Waiting Room

Finally, after months ( maybe even a YEAR ) of promising to make this blog, I am beginning it. I really wanted to make this blog a while ago to introduce this wr to so many people, but I haven't (OBVIOUSLY) but now, its here!

Let me start off with this, this waiting room is a waiting room anyone and everything who is a reality shifter has access to. Yes, there are personal invitations, but everyone has access. All you have to say is "I am going to shift to The Star." and you'll be there. The universe knows what you mean, and they wont wrong you and shift u to a literal star (unless that is what you want, obviously). But now lets get into what you will see when you get there

When first entering The Star for the very first time, you will be in a waiting room with "Welcome! Everything is fine." written in green paint on the wall. This is a reference to one of my favorite shows, The Good Place. Yes, I realize how ominous this may look or sound, but if you know me, I love being a bit creepy sometimes. The door to the left will lead you farther into the waiting room, the door to the right will lead you to a personal makeup/dress up room.

When going right, you will have the ability to change your appearance just like a video game character. You can change your height, weight, skin tone, whatever you want! Your desired body is yours to choose. This room is also fully customizable. For example, mine looks like the glitterizer from Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse (iykyk). I would always suggest going to your personal dress up room before anything else. But if you decide not to, there will be plenty more opportunities for you to change how you look and what you are wearing.

The next place you will enter is a long hallway, and ther will be almost a 'check in' when you get there. At the check in, there will be two dogs -- a yorkie and a chiwawa mix. These are my cr dogs that I love very much. They will give you a ticket and a pamphlet on where to go/the layout of the waiting room. In that card, there will also be a personal message to you from your spirit guides! Everyone has at least one, and they may be long, they may be short, but they will be for YOU and YOU only (unless you want to share with others, of course.)

After this, you have the ability to walk into the common area, which is just full of chairs and places to chat. There are many other things you can do here, but I will list the other rooms below.

a power testing arena -- simply a place you can test a power you want to have/do have and see how powerful it is. you can also train with other people/npcs :p

Deity worship/work area -- there is a hallway where every deity (from a to z) have a room that is just there's. you have the ability to go in and worship or speak with them there. they are not always active there, as they probs have other shit to do, but you can always leave a message and they can request your presence :D

Wild Shift/Teleport -- you will be sent to a random place in the universe that will entertain you. It may not be a dr you made, but it is always open to you to be there. You have the right to shift out any time if you do not like it (obviously)

A POOL ROOM -- ok i love pools, so obviously i scripted multiple pool rooms there. they are so pretty, and i have just been told some mermaids hang out there in their free time

multiple cafes/places to eat -- self explanatory. any food in the universe is accessible to you. these cafes/restaurants are run by helpers, lumas from Mario cart and Chaos from Sonic. They are so cute and sweet, they can also duplicate when needed.

MALLS !! -- idk man i love shopping and trying on clothes w my friends, stfu

Media areas -- there are two main media areas, a library and a theatre (both traditional and digital, also can be for multiple people or one person)

Therapy/talk with your guides/ a multidimensional therapist-- to do this, we connected with a reality where reality shifting is normalized, and there are therapist who work interdimensional. they are always willing to help. all meetings are confidential and will not be spoke about with any being

two 18+ areas -- i only call them 18+ because thats whats socially acceptable here. there is a topic area and an actual... yk.. LMFAOO

Those are all the like, public spaces! Now onto the ports.

A port is similar to an airport, which is why you got a ticket when entering. The ticket will have your port number and how to get there inscribed on it. I personally get to mine via an elevator. When entering your port, will be greeted with a personal waiting room -- one you can only access on your own unless you open it to other people. Just like with everything in this wr, you can change everything with intention and/or visualization.

The ports are usually two floors, these floors have secret hidden doors on the walls to your waiting room. On either side of the door, there will be a script to that dr that you have made -- either physically in a reality you came from or from your intention/imagination. On top of the doors, the place you will be shifting too will be written.

For example, if I am shifting to Alice in Wonderland, my script will be on the right (which you can grab and hold or just scroll through) and Alice in Wonderland will be written on top. The door will open when I step close, and I will be shown the exact moment I am shifting to.

In your DR port, anything is possible. You can manifest, enter the void, script, change the port appearance, whatever you want! Lumas and Chaos will also be at your service here :)

And, that's pretty much all I have for these wrs! I guess another thing I would say is you can shift to group drs/wrs from here but that is kinda self explanatory if you ask me.

I hope you all like this, and I am really excited to meet you guys there!!

Love and excitement

the abyss

(if u saw this already no u didn’t. tumblr was being weird LMFAO)

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My list of Adam ships♡ n my opinion bout them (also fics rec :D)

Adam x Luicfer (Adamsapple/Duitarduck) 10/10

Need i say more:)))??!?! started out as a "haha funny slip-up ship" to "hey they got really good angst potential". The friends/lovers to enemies to lovers is STRONG with this one n i am eating up everything i could found on ao3. Smth bout this macho-ass man finally getting to stay back n not take charge for once feel nice, also princess Adam supermacy wooooo. Whoever came up with the ship name i applaud u cause that's like a 3 layers name(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

It's not an Adamsapple fic without Adam having at least 1 mental breakdown n Lucifer have his guilt eating him alive:)))

Very fucked up torture but i swear it worth the pain:D The dove is so dead it start to rot so plz read the tags properly (plz check out the AngeliaDark other works too they got good shit)

This one have a splits so check out both the fics (beware the author have a skrewed sense of what is considered wholesome:))))

I didnt think a smut scene could be this sad

Adam x Lute (Guitarspear/Guardrock) 10/10

Litteraly my first Hazbin ship, assholes in love is an underrated dynamic we desperately need more off:))) That with a dash of evil dude x loyal subordinate (which i havent seen since the Deathglare days) n opposite attract (look they have one main thing in common is that their extreme bloodthirst, other than that she's stricter than ur mom n he's lazier than the Sloth ring itself but that the beauty of it no? He convince her to chill tf out n not to burst a blood vessel, she keep him on track n make sure Sera dont come on their asses)

They're just being silly enabling each other terrible behaviour n i love that for them (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) Litteral besties i tell ya

Heavy non-con shit involving Val but Lute will revenge our boi i promised u that

Cool idea n they r just made for each other damn

First hazbin fic i read which is a really cool smut:D

Adam x Micheal (we need a ship name people ) (update: it's Songbird/Guitarhero) 10/10

I like how we dont even got a proper comfirmation of Micheal design/personality yet the ship is here already ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ( im using the Nakariiale's design as a base here love their design)

Hit me with that rebound love x "u look like my ex so im using u as a replacement but ill fall for the real u eventually" x co-workers in heaven. I'm thinking smth along the line of "after Lucifer fucked off with Lilith, Micheal became Adam guardian angel n they just hang out" ya feel me here? (✿◕‿◕✿)

Shout out to Bloog_b for dragging me into this ship:DDD also im on the Adam x the archangels ship as a "gotcha" to Lucifer of sort. Like bitch u stole my wives imma steal your brotherS

Look it's Adamsapple endgame but trust me u will be feed well on this ( u know how good u gotta be for people to ditch the main ship?)

I'm giving yall 4 fics here cause i can only found 4 rn(._. )

this one is uhh non-con so beware

Micheal is indeed Adam guardian angel in this one:D

Adam x Eve (Flowertunes) 8/10

I dont care what yall said they love each other throughout Eden n Earth , might have a falling out in heaven but that doesnt change the fact that they were once IN LOVE. Honestly why cant we just have a couple that have the same bright-eyed innocence like one another.I refuse to believe Eve like willingly cheat on Adam with malicious intent n all, simply she was indeed ''tricked'' or just not fully understand the sistuation, n Adam love her way too much to think that she would do that to him like Lilith. Hell the dude was heartbroken after L left , starting the abandonment issues, so he would have cling to Eve, doing everything so that he aint alone again, even if that mean leaving Eden

Honestly it pisses me off that the Adam/Eve tag on ao3 most of the time is just 1 dialouge between them back when Eve bit the apple n thats it no elaboration on the couple whatsoever >:(((

Lots of switcharoos

sinner eve woooo

look its hard trynna find a fic focusing on them ok?

Adam x St. Peter (Guitargreeter (bet ya didnt see that coming:))) 7/10

Base on this fanfic alone Joe my dude u r on the path of becoming THE Adam crack-ship writer n i am here for this:)))) just so u wait this dude gonna whip out a AdamxNifty , AdamxHusk fic later on ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

From within the fic itself the ship its 2 bros in love with homophobia standing in the way >:( also when did we have a name?!?!?!?

I just like Adam x anyone in heaven alright:D like bro famous n he got that ancient rizz, u telling mr he cant bag a hottie or 2-100+ hmm?

Adam x Alastor (Angelicradio) 8/10

I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT ABOUT THEM THAT I SHIP I JUST DO φ(゜▽゜*)♪ i blame YOU honestly rn this ship is either Adam found Al after the fight n they make a deal or they're in heaven n they chillin this ship is confusing:D

They're angels on heaven

Adam gone back into eden n do shit differently

This is both Adam/Eve n Adam/Alastor kinda

Adam x Alastor x Lucifer (Angelicradioapple/ Charlie's dads (only me call them that lol)) 9/10

''Hey Charlie u know how u r sad that your mother left? Wellllllll i got you 2 new dads suprise:DDDD''

Look 3 miserable men who hate each other + hell's greatest dad + my love for Dadam = Messy ass old men yaoi :DDDD n it work perfectly with Alastor Asexuality too!!! Like Adam n Lucifer could fuck each other brains out before Al joining in for the cuddles lol

Chaos ensue

Not exactly a love triangle but a love corner but hey we barely got food here :D

I cant believe how hot this shit is lol

Adam x Eve x Lilith x Lucifer (Eden poly/ applecore?) 8/10

They could have been all married to each other(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻ But as much as i go "OooOooo Poly yay'' i just cant vibe with EvexLucifer, like the cheating vibes is wayyyyyyyyy too much i just cant man . I mean with the interpetation that Lucifer came to Eden to hang out with the humans they all know eachother, they're a throuple yes but BUT when Eve came into the picture it was only with Adam n him only so the other 2 is ehhhh. Im fine with EvexLilith cause im seeing it happening later, not hidden from Adam while LuciferxEve got that deception going on .So uhhh in this ship they're more like bestie than lovers to me¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also AdamxLilith is an underrated pairing like everytime i saw this applecore thing going on these 2 r at most tolerate each other like cmonnnnn we already twist this to hell n back, why cant we make it so their arguement was a petty non-malicious one n they still cares for each other hmm???

They're one happy family

IDK what to tell u bittersweet reunion n loving family is the only typa fic u get with this ship

Not that im complaining i need this wholesomeness

Adam x Mammon (Adammon/Madam/Greedyguitar/ 1st chirstmas.... hasnt had an offical name yet) 10/10

They r litteraly same person different font idk what to tell u. More insults thrown around than Guitarspear but they're pretty similar. Adam is just " sinners suck ass but this dude is the worst in the best way". Also they're both big bois (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ , they love towering over others

I'm sorry but there r barely BARELY

any fics of them :(

The art side is more plentiful tho :D

Adam x Angel Dust (Holydust/guitardust) 5/10

THEY ARE BESTIES YOUR HONOUR n that the exact reason why i cant see them be together as a couple 100%, like the shit-talking bff vibes r wayyyy too strong XD Angel finally got someone who have the same vulgar humour as him n if Adam got married in hell Angel would 100% be his best bitch of honour (≧∀≦)ゞq(≧▽≦q)

They're best friends who have casual no-string attached sex that is ACTUALLY no-string attached:)))

I came to ship them due to those "What if they're co-workers under Val' scenarios ive been seeing on Tumblr

I got like 1 fic on ao3 i mean if u r looking for just platonic friendship between them then rest asure most Adam's redemption fics have that

I got 1 fic on tumblr

Adam x Charlie (Charadam/Guitarprincess) 5/10

U know this ship give me a pretty bad first impression since a good chunk of the fics r either heavy non-con shit or lean wayyyyy to much into the daddy kink, ya know how Charlie got suppose daddy issues n all that jazz?:))) yeah that... that

But after seeing the art side of this ship im chillin with them now, since the art r pretty wholesome, usually having them decked out in punk-rock clothings hanging out. It's a big "Fuck you" to Lucifer n i live for these mf argueing ╰(*°▽°*)╯

So uhhh stay away from the fics if ya want an actual functional couple instead of wtv messed up shit we got there:))) But here's a fic anyway, the only one where it feel bearable n actual trynna go into said messed up relationship i already warn you

We got cracks like Guitarmaid (AdamxNifty), Valadam (AdamxVal) which i dont have enough materials to decied, Classicalrock (AdamxSera) sound interesting but also havent found anything , Guitarhalo (AdamxEmily) is an unexpected find, find i deem them to be more familial than romantic so we'll see if there's a fic good enough to convince me

Edit:i forgot to add Blitzo like Mammon already there why did i forgot

Adam x Blitzo (i dont think anyone even ship this but me:)) 7/10

I cant find a single fic where they has anything more than a 1 nightstand n 1 interaction where they hit it off , i live off imagination alone (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) but like fr fr they would match so well, like their bloodlust n general jerkiness would make them the 3rd asshole x asshole ship on this list :DDDD

Tho as much as i wanna see them go further i feel like an on-n-off relationship/friends with benefits fit em more ya know ( *^-^)ρ(*╯^╰) If ya have any fic but the 2 here that have them interact lemme know cause a bitch need food :)

This is a lot of tag(._. )

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Hihihi I just wanted to ask how world tour work and if their stressful :33

Oooo ok this is a good one!

TOURS

So tours are usually planned a few months in advance, some companies will do a year or 2 in advance but it depends on like the success of your groups and how big your fanbase is. The planning is done by your staff, managers, etc.

Touring can be so much fun honestly because you get to go to so many beautiful places and see so many cool stuff, my favorite part is getting to show my members around my home country and the places I’ve grown up. It’s also fun to introduce them to my family, have them try our foods and so much more things. Not all companies however have all countries in mind it’s usually just the ones they think are popular or care about but I script our tour stops usually so I don’t really run into this problem like I did when I was a baby shifter.

Usually your company will let you guys pick your set list, but they also will do a lot of them based on popularity of the songs. Like usually you will preform all title tracks that you have released since those are most popular but you and your members will also be able to pick the bsides and other songs for set lists. If you’re planning on having a solo stage then a lot of planning and practice goes into this before tour, and during sound check every set will be run through in order to avoid any mistakes.

All this aside, touring can also be very tiring. Especially if you are having a comeback near the end or middle because then dates become more closer and immediate/less spaced out?? (If that makes sense😭) in order for you guys to have time to go back to Korea for the comeback, if you have schedules then you will have your show and depending on when the schedule is you will usually be flown immediately to wherever said schedules is. (By schedules I mean events for brands and other shit like that). Some companies will give maybe a week or 2?? Cool down period before going to the next leg of the tour (like Asia, North America, South America, etc.) Some groups like twice for example does a complete different performance for each place they are going to so this means twice is practicing more than usual. Overall the most tiring part was traveling around often, going to the airport early in the morning, and very late practices.

For my personal experience for every tour I went on, we would sleep at hotels with the members sometimes it would be solo rooms or roommates (it would be really fun with roommates ngl), Concert outfits were entirely chosen by stylists but for solo stages we usually get a say in what we get to choose. My favorite moment of the concert was realizing that I was finally there. Everything just came to me naturally , all the training, practices, everything paid off to this very moment. It can still be stressful and pressuring but also very fun! But this was all my experiences so it might not be the same as yours.

Things I recommend you script: Tour edition

- you go to more places for tours (if shifting to a group where they don’t go many places)

- you always have the best outfits

- your solo stage!! Trust me this part is so fun fr

- no one ever has a wardrobe malfunction on stage

- there are never any technical difficulties (mics not working, sound issues, etc.)

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Strictly for Warmth

Pairing- Yunho x Named Reader

Word count- 5.1k

Includes- Oral, pussy eating, cum eating, sorry talk, rough sex, missionary, cock riding, squirting, tummy bulge, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"You have got to be kidding me!", I shriek when the TV turns off right at the good part of the movie

I grab the remote, hoping I just ignored the pop up telling me the TV will shut off in a minute due to inactivity

I still can't figure out how to turn that setting off

I press the power button

And nothing

What?

I try again and it's still off

For crying out loud

"Yunho turn the light on", I tell my best friend, figuring that I can't see the power button

It is dark in here so that may be it

"Yunho!", I whine

"I'm trying but...the powers off"

"What?"

Picking up my phone, I turn the flashlight on and shine it to him

He's by the light switch, flicking it up and down, the light still off

Oh balls

"I think the power is out"

Just great

Getting up, I go to the fridge and open it

No light turning on

"I'll check the other rooms", Yunho says and he disappears

Figures the one time Yunho gets a break from ATEEZ and we finally hang out the power goes out

He comes back into the room, looking at his phone

"Well?", I ask

"No power in any room", he says, "And there seems to be a blizzard happening outside"

"No fucking way", I exclaim, rushing to the windows of my living room and pulling back the curtains

We had them closed for the movie

Heavy snow is plummeting from the sky

The fuck is this?

We were supposed to get some snow, not a blizzard

"Half of Seoul is out of power", he says, reading from his phone, "Everyone is being told to stay inside"

"Looks like you're sleeping over", I tell him as I gaze out the window

"Guess so", he answers

Not a big deal

He's slept over plenty of times before

And like plenty of times, I have a mini heart attack, hoping something happens between us but it never does

Unfortunately my heart keeps hoping

"Do you have blankets?", he asks

I scoff, "Of course I have blankets"

"Enough for you to sleep in your room and me to sleep out here?"

Well shit, I hope so

If not he can take the blankets and I can layer up

He has no clothes here other than a few pj pants and tshirts

"I'll check"

I should have enough

My mom made sure I have more than enough blankets and sheets when I told her I was moving out

I even have Disney comforters from when I was a kid

Opening the linen closet, I grab three comforters for him so he can make a little tent on the couch

Which leaves me with one extra for me to add to the one on my bed

Layering up it is

"Here", I tell him, putting the comforters on the couch

"Ariel?", he asks, his eyebrow raised, looking at the little mermaid comforter

"It's either that or freeze", I glare, "Your choice"

"No I'm ok with Ariel", he laughs, starting to unfold the blankets and set them up on the couch

"You going to sleep now?", I ask

He looks over at me his eyebrow raised, "Jo, it's 2:30 in the morning. I was gonna leave when the movie was over"

Its really that late?

I had no idea

I'm not tired but I'm not going to force him to stay up

"Oh, well ok. I'll just go to my room", I tell him

He nods, "Ok. Goodnight"

"Night", I say, then head to my room to pile on the clothes as it's already getting chilly

--------------------------------

I shiver in my bed, wrapping the blankets tighter around me

It's not helping

The cold is a bone chilling cold, settling in my body

I have on two pants, three shirts, two pairs of socks, a fleece hoodie and the blankets

It's frigid

I'm always cold as it is, now its just unbearable

I wonder how Yunho's doing

If he's cold

Or if he's passed out and not feeling anything

My body shakes from the cold again, pissing me off

Every time I feel like I'm about to fall asleep, I shake awake

It's annoying

And I hate being cold

A knock on my door has me sitting up in my bed, "Yeah?"

The door opens, Yunho walking in

"I'm fucking freezing"

"You and me both"

"You're cold too?", he asks, holding onto the blanket he had wrapped around him

"Yeah"

He nods, "Ok well, I have an idea on how to keep warm"

Well then I'm all for it as long as it stops me from shivering

"What is it?"

"Well....sharing body heat could help keep us warm", he says

Body heat?

"Meaning?", I ask, wondering where he's going with this

He sighs, "Cuddling. Under the blankets"

Cuddling?

He wants to cuddle?

I want to so bad but I'm afraid that I'm going to act like such a loser

"You....wanna do that?", I ask softly

"Strictly for warmth", he says quickly

My heart falls

Of course just to be warm

There's a blizzard outside, it's bitter cold and the power is out

What else did I expect?

"Jo?", he asks

"Uh yeah ok", I answer, giving in

I mean I'm freezing so I guess it's killing two birds with one stone

We'll both be warm and just I'll be disappointed

"Great", he says, hurrying to the bed

He throws the blanket he has on the bed and gets in next to me

I pull the blankets over us as he turns to me

A blast of coldness hits my body when his feet touch the skin of my leg under my pants leg

"What the fuck!", I shriek, pulling my leg away, "Why are your feet so cold? Why aren't you wearing socks?"

"I can't sleep in socks", he says, "You know that"

"Yeah but you could make an exception in a blizzard with no heat!"

"I can't. Just warm me up"

"No!"

"Jo!", he whines, his arm moving around me and pulling me against him, "I'm cold"

"Put socks on!"

"No!"

His body wraps around me like a koala, his feet in between my socked ones

I can even feel the coldness through the socks

It's insane

How does he not have frostbite?

"Cuddle me", he whines

Oh right

Moving my arms around him, I bury my face in his neck, smelling his skin, his scent so good

He's so big, I feel engulfed in him

And it may just be my dumb brain but I feel warmer already

His hand moves down to my lower back, pushing me right into him, his solid body against mine

I feel him shiver slightly so I tighten my arm around his body, moving my head back from him neck

His moves, his forehead leaning against mine, his breath against my lips, the warmth between us increasing even more

I'm acutely aware of every one of his and my limbs, of everywhere our bodies are touching

And I'm trying to ignore how good it feels to be in his arms

How right it feels

This is just for warmth

I keep my eyes shut tight, not wanting to be caught staring at him when we're so close

I'm trying to clear my mind when I feel the slight pressure against my lips

My eyes snap open just as he pulls his head back slightly

Did he...kiss me?

"Sorry", he says softly, his eyes avoiding mine, "I just....sorry"

He did kiss me

Without thinking, I move forward, pressing my lips to his in a kiss

I'm surprised at how eagerly he kisses me back and how his kiss makes my head spin out of control

His tongue licks my lip and I open my mouth for him

His tongue presses against mine, feeling so good, a moan escaping my lips

He groans, kissing me harder, his arms locking around me, his body pressing into mine as much as he can

I move one arm around his neck, sliding my fingers in his soft hair, kissing him desperately, not wanting this to end

Not wanting him to realize what he's doing and say it's a mistake

I don't think I could handle that

One of his big hands moves down my back on to my ass, pushing me against him

And I feel something bulging in his pants

Oh my god, did I do that to him?

His hips move, grinding into me and I follow his movements seamlessly

He feels so fucking big, turning me on

"Should I stop?", he groans between kisses, "If you want me to stop, tell me and I will"

Not a chance in hell

"No", I murmur, "Don't stop"

"Are you sure?"

I nod, "Yes", then press my lips against his again

He sits up pulling me up with him, his hands moving to my fleece hoodie, unzipping it, pushing it off

I shiver a little but not from the cold

"I'll keep you warm jagi", he murmurs, pulling up one of my shirts and taking it off

He leans closer, his mouth against my neck, kissing me softly, my brain going haywire

I never thought this would happen in a million years

Never

He takes my second shirt off, looking at the last one remaining on me

"How many fucking shirts do you have on?", he growls

"I was freezing!", I protest

"You're not going to be freezing when I get through with you", he states, taking my last shirt off

He pushes me gently back on the bed, his eyes roaming everywhere

"I fucking knew you were this hot", he says, his hands touching me, groping my boobs, his fingers sending fire racing through my skin

He leans down, his lips on the skin between my boobs, kissing his way towards my right boob

"I knew you were this beautiful. I mean fuck, I have eyes, I see how stunning your face is jagi and I knew your body would match", he murmurs

I gape at his words, wondering if he knows what he's saying to me

His mouth reaches my nipple, taking it in and sucking softly on it

I moan loudly, my panties flooded with juice

He switches to my other nipple, sucking harshly as his hand moves into my pants and panties

His fingers run against my cunt, my body shivering against him as he touches me

"So fucking wet", he whimpers, "Did I make you this wet?"

I nod, whining out a yes

His head lifts up, his lips crashing into mine, kissing me wildly

I move my hands under his shirt as I kiss him, his skin hot and smooth

Running my hands up his back, I pull his shirt up, feeling his skin trembling under my touch

His arms move through the shirt's sleeves, breaking the kiss only so I can get it off his head, then his mouth is against mine again

My hands have a mind of their own as I push down his pants and boxers, desperate to feel him

With a groan he breaks the kiss, sitting up and pulling his clothes down and off

I sit up slightly, my eyes on his cock

His massively hard fat cock

Holy mother of God

That's....I haven't even seen a cock that big even in porn

Jesus

It's like he doesn't even notice I'm staring, he's too busy pulling my pants and panties down, taking them off and throwing them across the room

He lifts my foot, pulling my socks off, then does the same with the other foot, throwing them off the bed, "Stupid socks"

"Hey!"

"Oh shush", he says, opening my legs, "All I want to hear from you are moans"

I can definitely do that

He disappears under the covers and in the next second, I feel his tongue run along my pussy

"Oh god", I moan, pleasure hitting me hard as his tongue moves up and down repeatedly

I hear him moan from under the blankets, his tongue swirling all over me

"Yunnie fuck", I cry

I lift the covers so I can see him, just in time to catch his tongue lick over my clit

My body shivers on its own, his tongue feeling so good

His tongue stays against my clit, licking and flicking quickly, making my pussy soaking wet

He pushes one finger in my cunt, my pussy immediately clenching on it

"Fuck, so tight", he groans, moving his finger in and out

I can't stop watching him, amazing that my best friend knows how to eat pussy so well

He adds another finger, stretching me more as he moves

"Yunho", I whine, his eyes moving up and watching me

God this is so hot

His fingers rub against my spot, my body arching on its own as bliss sparks along my spine

"There it is", he smirks, making sure his fingers hit that area each time he shoves them in

I can't, he's so fucking hot, I can't believe it's finally directed at me

His eyes stay on mine as his mouth wraps around my clit, softly sucking

"Oh my god", I moan, my head lolling back, my eyes closing as the pleasure runs through my veins

God, his mouth is amazing

"Uh-uh, eyes on me baby", he demands, sucking on my clit hard

I snap my eyes open, immediately looking back at him

"Watch me eat your pretty cunt baby"

"Fuck Yunnie", I whimper, watching him

"Good girl", he says, his fingers moving hard and fast, "Keep your eyes on me"

I do, watching him suck my clit back in his mouth, playing

I'm in so much bliss, my body trembling as he brings me closer and closer

He adds a third finger and I feel stretched to the max

"Mm pussy throbbing so hard jagi", he teases, "Can't wait to feel this cunt around my cock"

Jesus Christ, I had no idea Yunho did the dirty talking thing so well

He's turning me on so much

"First you have to cum in my mouth, then I'll fill you with cock", he says, making me gasp, "Got it?"

I bite my lip nodding

"Good girl", he praises, beginning to suck on my clit again

My god, I had no idea I'd love hearing him call me his good girl

I want to be his good girl, I want to do whatever he wants

Fuck, I'm such a slut for him

He slurps hard around my clit, my hand sliding in his hair and pulling as he sucks and finger fucks me into an orgasm

"Yunho!", I cry, bliss tidal waving over me as I try so hard to keep my eyes open and on him

He's watching me and I want to be a good girl and listen

As I cum, he pulls his fingers out, making me feel empty

But I don't feel that for too long as his tongue slips inside my pussy

"Oh my god!", I shout, clenching around his tongue hard

He pulls it out moaning, "Fuck baby, you taste so fucking good"

What?

I can't think as his tongue thrusts back in, licking, his mouth sucking and swallowing on my pussy

"So fucking good. Taste so fucking sweet. Fuck, I love it", he groans

It registers that he likes how my cum tastes and I'm floored

He's such a turn on, its insane

As soon as I finish, he's on top of me, kissing me hard, his tongue against mine

Throwing my arms around his neck, I kiss him back, knowing that now that I've had his kisses, I can't ever go without them

He moves his hips, his cock at my entrance, whispering a "please" in between kisses

I nod and in the next instant his head is pushing inside me

"Oh fuck!", I cry, breaking the kiss, my head pushing back into the pillow, my body arching as pleasure washes over me with every inch he moves in

He's so unbelievably thick, stretching me to the max but it feels so good feeling him slide in

"Yes baby. Open for me", he murmurs against my neck, his hand moving down, rubbing my clit as he pushes inside, "Get wet for me baby, soak my cock, fuck, this tight pussy feels so good, I need to be all inside"

I get wetter with each passing inch, my pussy enveloping his cock eagerly

God, he's so fucking huge

"Oh god yes, tight. So tight. Fuck. Take me jagi", he moans, his body shaking on top of me, "Take my whole cock. Need to be buried inside your pussy. Please take me baby"

My body shakes in bliss and I can't believe how good it feels just to get him in

He bottoms out, pressing his hips right against mine, my pussy throbbing around his massive cock

He fills me to the brim with no extra room to spare, his cock the deepest anyone has ever gotten

"So good, so good, so good", he chants, his body trembling against mine

I wrap my arms around him, my hands against his back, feeling his skin shake

"Wanna fuck you. Can I fuck you? Please?"

"Yeah Yunnie. Please baby"

He whines in my neck as his hips move back, the drag of his cock sliding out sending shivers up my spine

His hips snap forward, burying in me in one shot, pleasure crashing into my body as I call his name

"Yes jagi", he groans, his hips moving impossibly fast, fucking my pussy wide open, impaling me on his fat hard cock, "Moan my name. Whine my name. Fuck, wanna hear you"

"Yunho", I whimper, unbelievable bliss taking over every cell of my body as his cock works my pussy perfectly

My hands slide up and down his back, feeling his hard muscle move as he fucks me into the bed

His hands move to either side of my head, pounding in so hard, the sound of our skin hitting each others pretty and deafening

"My god you feel so fucking good", he whines, his pelvis rubbing against my clit with each move he makes, "So tight baby. Clenching and throbbing so fucking good. Never been inside a pussy so good before"

Yeah well I never had a cock like his

Massive, fat, stretching me to the max, hitting my spot with every thrust

I have absolutely never came from just sex alone but I know Yunho can make me

I literally feel myself getting closer with each slam in

"Do I feel good?", he asks, "Am I fucking you good?"

"Yes Yunnie, shit. You're doing so good baby", I moan, my body so hot and sweaty

He wasn't kidding when he said he'd keep me warm

"Good baby", he murmurs, sitting up on his knees

He throws the covers off us, pushing my legs to my chest, his hips snapping repeatedly, his cock plunging into me at an incredible speed

"Fuck, you're sweating", he murmurs, leaning down, his tongue running from in between my boobs up to my neck, shivers running up my spine as I moan softly

He's covered in sweat too, a sheen of it glowing on his skin, his hair soaked and sticking to his forehead

His eyes look down at where we meet, biting his lip as he watches

"Fuck, your pussy swallows my cock so good baby. Takes all of me", he murmurs, "Leaving such a creamy mess all over. So pretty"

"Yunnie", I whine, his words turning me on even more

"Puffy lips wrapped so snugly around my cock, tiny hole straining, swollen clit throbbing so hard. Beautiful tiny pussy taking my cock"

"Mmmm", I cry, "Want all your cock Yunnie. So fucking big, fills me so good"

"Yes jagi", he growls, "My cock is yours. Just yours. Belongs inside your pretty cunt"

I nod, lost in the pleasure, lost in him, so close, "My pussy belongs around your cock Yunnie"

"Yes baby, you do", he cries, slamming hard into my spot, sending me head first into an earth shattering orgasm

"Yunho! Yunho!", I scream, my body arching and shaking uncontrollably as pure bliss washes over me again and again

"Fuck!", he yells, his hips fucking me though my orgasm

I can't, I haven't felt pleasure like this before

It's so intense, taking over every single atom in my body

He doesn't stop moving even when I finish

"Cum again", he murmurs, wrapping my legs around his waist, his hips not missing a stroke as he moves on top of me, "Wanna make you cum again and again. Wanna make you remember me, make you want me again"

I definitely won't forget him

How could I when he's all I ever loved?

His arm moves around my waist, holding me against him, his lips pressing against my neck

"Yunnie, don't stop", I moan, the bliss just as intense as before, "Want you so much"

"Won't stop jagi. Won't stop", he assures me, his free hand moving between us, pressing into my clit and rubbing hard

I cry out, my pussy squirting around his cock a little, the pleasure amping up

"Mmmm hmmm, gonna fuck you all night", he moans, his cock jackhammering right into my spot, my mind starting to turn off, "Keep you warm all night jagi. Stay in your tiny cunt all night. Make you cum for me, make you squirt for me"

"Promise?", I ask, wanting nothing more than that

"I promise baby", he assures me, "I promise I'll stay hard for you Jo. Fuck, I have no problems getting hard around you"

Wait what?

What is he saying?

"You turn me on so much baby. All the fucking time and it's driving me crazy"

He's one to talk

I have to go to his photo shoots and see him acting all sexy or go to one of his performances and see him act like the sex god he is on stage

My panties are soaked every time I'm around him and he has no idea

His pace increases, slamming into me harder, my pussy pulsing uncontrollably around him

"Fuck, your pussy is so loud for me", he moans, each thrust making me wetter and wetter, making the wet squelching sound louder and louder, "Do you hear how loud your wet cunt is for my cock? Just for mine?"

I nod, my nails digging into his upper arms, holding on as he fucks the life from me, my head in the fucking clouds, "Yes Yunnie"

"Fuck, pussy's gonna cum", he whines, his fingers playing with my clit faster as his thrusts somehow increase

How he's moving this fast, I don't fucking know but I'm so glad for it

"Cum for me", he groans, his voice throwing me over the edge

Ecstacy hits me hard and it feels like my body is floating as I squirt around him

"Yunho", I cry, stars blinding me as I cling onto him

"Yes fuck, yes squirt for me", he murmurs, not stopping any movements, "Good girl, jagi. You're such a good girl"

I don't know if I'm making any sounds, I don't know which way is up, all I know is I am in all consuming pleasure

And I love it

As I come down from the bliss, I feel Yunho's kisses against my cheek, my jaw, his moans of my name and how good I feel filling my ears

I relax against him, squeezing around his cock

He still hard

He needs to cum

And I want his cum filling me up, I want him to feel the same mind shattering pleasure he's giving me

And I'm going to make sure he gets it

He rolls us over, keeping his cock inside me, begging, "Ride me. Please"

I nod, pushing my tiredness away and sitting up, my hips moving on their own right away, bouncing up and down his thick dick

I'm so fucking drenched, it's incredibly easy to take him over and over

"Yes fuck. Don't stop", he pants, his sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, "Feels so good. Fuck"

As I ride him, I watch him, getting more and more turned on by him

His body is on display for me and I'm amazed at the shape my best friend is in

Muscular chest that is covered in sweat, muscular arms and fucking abs sculpted into his stomach

His gorgeous face is in pleasure, his mouth slightly open as he breaths heavily, his eyes roaming my body as I move on him

"So pretty", he says, his hands touching every part of my body, "So fucking beautiful. My god, I've always wanted you"

"Fuck", I moan, bouncing harder, his cock splitting my pussy wide open, ecstacy taking over

"Fuck, you look so good riding me. That little pussy taking my big cock so good", he whines, his fingers digging into my hips, "Creaming my cock so much. I knew you'd cream me like this. I don't know how, I just knew"

"You feel so good Yunnie", I moan, grinding on his head every time I take him back inside me, clenching down on him as tightly as I can

I'm in so much pleasure, tears falling down my face as I keep moving

"Wanted to see this for so long. Those boobs bouncing for me. Crying on my cock like you are now. My cock so deep inside you it makes your tummy bulge"

His hand moves to my lower stomach, feeling his cock inside me as I ride him

"Fuck, your pussy just swallows my cock, like you can't get enough", he murmurs, "You can't get enough. Right?"

I nod, "Right baby. I can't get enough. Didn't I cum for you so many times already?"

He nods, his eyes on mine, "You did. But I want more"

"More?", I tease

Goddamn, I'm so fucking hot, sweat running down my body and my hair soaking wet

But I'm so not stopping

He feels too good

"More jagi. Please"

"Don't you wanna cum?", I ask, feeling his cock throb inside me

"I can wait", he nods, "But I wanna cum in your pussy. Please, can I?"

"Is that what you really want?", I tease, leaning over him, my hands on his chest, the sound of our skin hitting each other's so loud

"Yes, fuck. Wanted to fill your pussy for so long. Feel your cunt suck all my cum out. Know that your pussy is full of my cum, dripping out my cum", he pants, "Fuck, want it so bad"

"Mmm baby, that's exactly what I want too", I tell him, smirking when he gapes at me

"You do?"

I nod

He's sprinkled in some of how he feels this whole time now it's my turn

"I wanted you for so long Yunnie. Wanted to bounce on this cock, wanted these hands all over me, wanting these lips against mine", I say softly, running my fingers on his lips

Leaning over him, I move my hand next to his head, my other hand running in his hair, still bouncing on him as hard as I can

"You do?", he asks shyly, shock in his face

"Yeah baby. You think the only one who's always turned on when you're around me? Try having your panties soaked and sticking to you every time I see you. It's so uncomfortable"

He makes a choking sound that is utterly sexy

"This is exactly what I want, what I fantasized about Yunnie", I whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek, "So how about after I cum for your dick, you fill my pussy for me?"

He nods, yelling, "Yes. Fuck yes jagi. Yes!"

"Good boy", I murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, then sitting back up

Leaning back on his legs, I ride him hard and fast, his throbbing cock feeling so good inside me

I let the pleasure of his cock take over me, fucking myself right into an intense orgasm

"Yunho!", I scream, white light blinding me, my arms shaking as I try to keep myself upright

"Joanne fuck!", he screams, his hips moving up, burying deep into me, his pulsing cock exploding, his warm sticky cum filling me up just how I want

"Oh Yunnie, yes", I moan, rocking on his cock, my pussy milking him for every single drop of his cum, "Mmm good boy Yunnie. So good"

His whimpers die down as I slow my movement, his eyes opening, gazing into mine

I smile softly, then climb off him, laying next to him, both of us breathing hard

That was fucking intense

His arms move around me, pulling me closer, holding me tightly against him as he cuddles me

A few minutes pass as we get our breathing under control

I don't know if I should say anything or what to do now

"You're mine now, right?", he asks softly

"Yeah Yunnie", I answer, smiling to myself

"Good", he says, "I love you Jo"

I move my head back, looking up at him in shock

"I always loved you", he says, running his fingers in my hair, "For as long as I could remember. I...I didn't want to ruin our friendship so I didn't say anything. But...it's just...it's been so hard lately, so hard to stay away from you"

"You don't have to", I assure him, gently touching his cheek "Not anymore baby. You're mine and I love you"

He looks so relieved as he smiles at me

"I've always loved you too Yunnie. I didn't want to mess up our friendship either but I'm so glad we did"

He nods, "I'm glad we did too"

I lean to him, kissing him softly, pouring my love into it

He kisses me back, his kiss full of love as well and I'm so happy his love is for me

So utterly happy

When the kiss ends, we snuggle together

"So are you warm?", I ask

He laughs, "Yeah jagi, I'm hot actually"

"Me too", I giggle

"Good", he chuckles, "Remember baby, once you get cold I'm gonna warm you up again. Gonna fuck you all night"

"Hmmm why wait until I'm cold?", I tease

"Think you can handle more?", he teases back

"Oh I definitely can"

He laughs, rolling me on my back as he moves on top of me, his hard cock pressed against my entrance

"We'll see", he murmurs

"Oh we will", I giggle, moving my hands to his hips, pulling him closer, his cock starting to slide inside me

"Remember when you're sore tomorrow and can't walk that you asked for this", he murmurs, kiss lips kissing my neck

Oh I'll remember

"Mmm hmmm but you'll be here to help me right?"

"Always jagi. I'll always be here with you"

"I love you Yunho"

"I love you Jo"

With that he kisses me fiercely as his cock bottoms out inside me, both of us swallowing each other's moans

It's going to be a hot sweaty night

[jezabelle9299]

Stress Baking; Part 1 S.R X Reader

Authors Notes: Spencer Reid x fem! Reader, fluff, reader is a receptionist or assistant at a police station, this part is mostly set up and introduction. Heavily inspired by me having to get rid of the remainder of my finals week stress baking, some monologuing.

Ok. Got to work 10 minutes early. I can set this stuff down, and make another attempt to get the rest of the flour out of my hair.

You were stumbling from your car, laptop bag and keys in one hand, backpack full of study guides and practice tests resting on your shoulders, and two reusable bags filled with pastries neatly packaged in every foil pan the dollar store had to offer.

“Whoa, Y/N, are you ok?” One of the officers said, holding the door open for you.

“All good, finals week baking.” 

“I can see that. Is that flour or powdered sugar up there?” She kind of gestured to your hair, piled on your hair in a high ponytail to keep it out of the way. Honestly it could be either, you’d neglected sleep and eating real meals, opting instead to take out your stress with some, frankly aggressive, stress baking. It helped keep you focused while re-listening to lectures from this semester, and the results served as great apology gifts for the people who had to deal with your bouts of uncharacteristic grumpiness during the week. In response to the officer's question you tossed a vague shrug and walked through the door.

Something was wrong. Like really wrong.

What had happened on your days off? You hadn’t given so much as a thought to the news, as you were too wrapped up in studying.

And your boss was trying to meet you at your desk. So much for fixing the whole flour situation before clocking in. 

“Y/N, good, you’re here early. Set your stuff down and get ready. The BAU is on their way now, and I need you to help them get set up.”

“The BAU?” you replied, head tilting with confusion.

“The Behavioral Analysis Unit… of the FBI?” He responded, with more condescension than was strictly necessary. 

“The FBI? Here? Why?”

“Really? Have you been living under a rock for the last 3 days? I don’t have time to explain it to you, I’m buried with paperwork over the most recent crime scene, and the governor is expecting a call about all this. Right now I need you to start getting the conference room ready, according to these specifications.” He handed you a piece of notebook paper, containing his nearly illegible handwriting, and a list of what the FBI needs. You finally set your bags down, and grabbed a pen to check things off as you went. 

There. Everything’s perfect, now you can finally get some work done. 

And nevermind. A black SUV pulled up, and out came the FBI, clown car style. 5 of them stuffed into one car, that can’t have been comfortable. They were heading right for your desk in the precinct lobby. 

“Hello my name is Agent Hotchner, where can I find your captain?” Said who you could only assume was their boss, as he looked like a child's drawing of an FBI agent, in a full black suit, while everyone else was much more casual. 

“Hi! I’m Y/N, the captain’s in his office right now, he told me to show you to your workspace and he’ll meet you there?” He gave a quick nod and a thank you as you did a quick turn toward the conference room, your bright pink skirt flaring out to its full radius as you pivot. You keep talking as you weave through the hustle and bustle of the precinct.

“There are fewer of you guys than I thought, so there’s a few extra chairs in there.”

“There are more of us in the second car, they’re running a little behind after picking up some extra paperwork. Dr. Reid and Agent Morgan will be here momentarily.”

“Alrighty then, the supplies you requested should all be here, and I’ll be around at my desk if there;s anything I can do for you, just let me know!” 

Just as you started for the door to get some more studying, and maybe some of your actual work done, a dark haired woman spoke up: “Sorry, but what is that?” She gestured to the small pile of foil tupperware filled with baklava, brownies, cupcakes, and cookies. It felt a whole lot sillier now that you had to explain it to the FBI. You could hear who you assumed were the other agents coming in behind you, but your focus was on the 5 already staring at you, while you tried to formulate an answer that kept you from seeming completely insane. “Oh-uh, I’m a college student, -and it’s finals week -um, when I get stressed I bake, kind of excessively. But-um don’t feel like you have to eat them, I mostly just needed to get them out of my kitchen.”

Hotchner spoke up again, “It was a kind gesture, thank you.”

“Studies actually show that the physical activities and sensations associated with baking are grounding for people with anxiety, as it heightens awareness of the body and presence in the moment; which both reduces stress and improves mood.” Someone spoke from behind you. As you turned to see who it was you saw him. Heaven in a purple scarf.

[saphushia]

do you have any fic recs for dp/dc? ive been interested in reading good ones but its kinda hard to shuffle thru them all.

oh fuck yeah you know i do. i'm just gonna make a list of good ones until i get bored or tired lets see how long this gets lmao

also personal preference wise i'm not big on the danny-gets-adopted fics so u gotta ask someone else if u want recs of those ones lmao

⭐= my absolute favorites all fics are gen unless a ship is listed make sure u check fic tags for CWs b4 reading 👍

=ONESHOTS=

⭐It all Started at a Convention tim meets danny at a tech convention and they have a surprisingly nice afternoon together. and then tim comes to a realization about some things danny said...

A Monsterous Kind of Love [tim/danny] tim's a vampire. danny's a full ghost. tim gets to kill a few hunters in a frenzied rage to keep danny safe. as a treat <3

You've Got My Heart (I've Got Your Soul) [tim/tucker] congrats tim! you met your soulmate! why's he trying to kill you. hm. maybe you fucked up, buddy

Of loss, longing and long duration. [danny/bruce] of danny falling in love with bruce, breaking up with bruce, and proceeding to still be adored by all bruce's kids, past and present.

You Are a Monster (But So Am I) [danny/duke] duke's not a monster fucker- he's not! he swears! it's just this one, specific, really pretty eldritch snow monster-

If I had a nickel for every billionaire that tried to kidnap me, I’d have two nickels- which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice bruce is very tired. it's not his fault he accidentally kidnapped some teenager. aka danny's very bad wierd and stressful afternoon.

=ONGOING=

If You Give a Bat a Burger danny's just trying to lay low while keeping gotham's spirit infestation under control- of course nothing ever is simple for him. meanwhile, the bats all have their hands full with what seem to be unconnected cases, but nothing's ever simple for them either.

Rooftop Express [danny/jason] danny is bored and starts his own version of doordash in gotham. red hood keeps putting in orders so he can see the cute delivery boy <3 what do you mean he's a halfa

⭐Bus to Nowhere danny's adventures being a homeless teen in gotham on the run from his parents and the GIW. he's called dumpster tommy now, and he can't seem to stop befriending criminal and attracting vigilantes desperate to help him

An Interesting Family Tree [danny/tim] danny left the league of assassins years ago, but he can't seem to keep his nose out of it when he finds out red robin's being targeted by them. (canon divergence of tim's search for bruce in the red robin comics, where danny joins him. don't need to read the comic to read the fic)

⭐Grave Promises after an identity reveal gone wrong, danny has no one to turn to. no one, except, maybe, the hero who got stuck in the ghost zone years ago, who became danny's friend, danny's mentor, before they finally got him returned to his timeline. nightwing.

Our Empty Graves [jason/danny] danny, mute, injured, and on the run, is saved from a tight spot by red hood. he quickly becomes jason's problem, and jason makes the mistake of becoming endeared to this snarky shit.

Night Circus [dick/danny] dick hits it off with danny, a circus performer who just came to gotham. dick's thrilled- aside from the fact that circus gothica seems to be connected to the string of robberies that's suddenly hit gotham, and the bizarre thief dressed like the grim reaper...

Secretary Danny danny accidentally gets himself hired as the personal secretary of tim drake, wayne industries CEO. he's surprisingly ok with this, actually. and he's scarily good at it.

ok it's late i need to go eepies now have funnnn <3

[harrystylesfan2686]

Pieces Part 6

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Summary: Azriel realizing he has a compilation.

A/N: yall! I've decided! I'm a tiny bit bored of this story. Ok not tiny, a lot bored of this story. I've realized that writing a full series is not for me. I'm much better writing off drabbles or oneshots. I will complete this story though. I don't know when but I will. Then after that I will Never start another series.

Pieces Masterlist

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Yesterday I had went to talk azriel and got out of there after discussing the matter. This morning, I had found a note beside the fireplace, a question, written in Azriel's handwriting, asking to take me on a date today. I was hesitant at first but ultimately said yes. I mean, I did say I'd give him a chance so.

I wore a simple shirt and pants today since I didn't know where we were going, he said he'll be at my library by evening to take me out for dinner. I'm nervous waiting for him as if I'm going to mess up. Working helps in reducing the stress.

I'm on tge counter duty today and as I'm checking out customers with thier books, I see that handsome male again. The one that helped me with my books a few days ago. He's coming up to me with a book in his hands. He smirks when he sees me.

"The girl that drops books?" He points at me and laughs. I jaw drops. "That was one time!" I try to defend myself as if what he thinks matters so much to me. He let's out a laugh and stands in front of me.

He gives me his book and asks me to bill it. When I asked his name, "Sebastian." He answers. It fits him I guess. 'Sebastian' sounds mistrivious. "What's your name?" He leans on the counter table, waiting. "Y/N. Nice. Pretty name for a pretty face." He reads my name tag and comments. I can't stop the blooding ruching to my cheeks. Before i can respond, I feel eyes on me and snap my head towards the direction.

My eyes match with hazal. Standing near the door is Azriel with a bouquet in his hands, that he is gripping very tightly. Wearing a casual shirt and pants and hair tousled from the wind. But that's not what causes a hitch in my breath.

No. It's the deadly, cold look he has in his eyes. The dangerous Spymaster's eyes. Only meant for his greatest enemies because everyone runs off to the other direction just from the expression alone.

I clear my throat and check Sebastian's purchase out. Muttering a good day wish and quicky leave the counter to find Layla. I tell her that I'm taking my leave now and gather my things. I walk to Azriel to see that he's still glaring at Sebastian.

"Hey. Cut it out." I frown and he finally looks at me, apologising under his breath and smiles. "You look beautiful." He gives me the flowers. I mumble a thanks and take out the flowers to put them in a vase near the chairs in sitting area. Many customers come in and read here. Happy to have a sitting area in a book store.

"Let's go then." I say to him and he nods, holding the door open for me to walk out before him. I have to admit, it's nice seeing him care again. Doing the small things he did before that I loved.

I sigh, anticipating how this 'date' will go.

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[sunnebeam]

one more kiss.

DRABBLE.

pairing: kim seokjin x reader

warnings: smut (minors do not interact), unprotected sex (this is fiction, but please be more responsible irl), angst, cursed!reader, mentions of past deaths in which reader feels responsible for, open-ended (i'll leave it up to ur imaginations what happened next heh)

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: ok so this is just me turning most of my fic ideas into short drabbles just so i can check then off my wip list ^^ so without further ado, here's a drabble for our lovely jin! let me know what u think

Quiet nights often bring loud thoughts.

Take tonight, for instance. It's rather quiet and peaceful, fluffy clouds filtering the moonlight, no other sounds except for the beat of your heart and his. It's a tranquil night, and for an overthinker like Seokjin, it's a night of loud what-ifs.

What if he kisses you?

He'd love to. You've been together for a while now, yet he never once tasted your lips.

What if you kiss him?

You'd love to, too. But you love him more, and you won't ever let his lips find a home in yours.

You can't.

"Hey," he calls out to you as you're both snuggling blissfully in bed, your clothes and his in rumpled heaps on the floor, the light sheen of sweat covering your bodies a testament to the lewd acts you both just engaged in a few moments prior.

"Hmm," you hum in acknowledgment, your fingers tracing patterns on his skin near where your head lays on his bare chest.

"Do you love me?"

You're tracing your initials now.

"Do you love me?"

"I asked first."

You're tracing his name.

"I do," you finally whisper, and feeling vulnerable, you add, "more than I should."

He halts your fingers' movements and takes your hand in his.

"I do, too," he whispers, bringing your hand to his lips, mindful of your slight hesitation when you feel his plump lips on your skin. "Will you do something for me?"

"Anything."

And that's all the permission he needs.

Flipping you over, he lays you on your back and hovers above you — a position all too familiar in lovers' bedrooms, but not in yours.

"Wait," you say, frightened at the change, "Jin, we can't—"

You've never done this before. You've only ever fucked in positions where he's pounding into you from behind. You've never had sex facing each other before. And for good reason.

He kisses your nose, and you freeze in fright at the action, at the feeling of his lips just a few centimeters from your own.

"Trust me?" he pleads, looking straight into your eyes.

It's not that you don't trust him. It's just that you know he won't be able to resist.

After all, nobody was ever able to resist.

That's just how the curse worked – with your lips luring in their prey, and their victims unable to resist.

"I can't lose you," you tell him, eyes tearing up.

And like a moth to a flame, the moment their lips touch yours...

"You won't."

...they die.

It's why you never let Jin kiss you. It's why you never have sex in missionary. You can't take any chances. You can't.

Too many people have died in the past because of you, because you were careless, because you were reckless. Too many people have died because of your kiss, and you'd be damned if you let Jin be another one of them.

"I thought you understood." A tear slips down your cheek. "I want to, I swear. But it's too dangerous, Jin."

He catches the tear and wipes it away.

"I promise I'll be careful."

Now, Jin has always been honest with you. But tonight – with you in his arms like this, with your resolve starting to waver, and with your tiny nod finally giving him silent permission – he prioritizes your peace of mind over his and decides to lie to you.

He's lying to you as he cradles you in his arms and places kisses on your neck. He's lying to you as he moves his fingers to your wet heat and preps you for him. He's lying to you as he then pumps his cock and slowly slips inside you.

"F-Fuck," you moan at the stretch, hands clutching his shoulders in a death grip. The sensation the unfamiliar position brings is too much for you, and you find yourself nearing your climax in a way you never have before.

"You're so wet," he groans, thrusting into you in a slow, sensual pace, and feeling your pussy clench uncontrollably.

"I'm so close, Jin," you whimper, not even the least bit embarrassed that you'll finish so early.

"Let go, love. It's okay."

He wants you to let go. He needs you to let go of all your fears, your burdens, your inhibitions. Everything.

He wants you to give them all to him. He needs you to let him carry them, shoulder them, bury them. For you.

Because he's your soulmate. Your one true love.

"I'm cumming!" you cry out, reaching your high.

You're coming undone around his cock, your pussy milking him and coaxing him into his own orgasm. He follows just seconds after, spilling inside you and staying there until his dick eventually softens.

He pulls out slowly and looks at you.

Your eyes are closed and you have a small, content smile on your face at this new level of intimacy you just experienced with your lover. And it's that same, content smile that prompts him to do what he does next.

He kisses you.

He kisses you because he always wondered what it would be like to kiss you, always wondered what your lips would taste like on his tongue, always wondered what your lips would feel like pressed against his own.

He kisses you because he always wanted to kiss you, always wanted to feel close to you, always wanted to experience this kind of intimacy with you.

He kisses you because he always thought about what your life would be like if you weren't crippled by your curse.

What if there's a cure? What if there's something he could do? What if, somewhere, somehow, there's a way?

And so tonight, there would be no more what-ifs.

Because he read about curses like yours and there's a theory about how only one thing can fix it.

A true love's kiss.

COPYRIGHT 2023. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

[buckgasms]

So I’ve been craving your content lately! So I was thinking princess and Bucky where princess is very sensitive, like she cries over the littlest things, is always scared to break a rule, she’s basically walking on egg shells trying to make sure she does everything right. I love your work!🎀

Omg bestiiiiiiiie!! This is princess to a T!!!

Most of the time she is ok because her Daddy takes it upon himself to make her feel happy and safe and perfect, but obviously some days it can't be like that.

Like imagine Daddy has had a really busy week so even though he has still been taking care of his best girl, he's just too tired to keep his eyes open after sex and he gets up mega early the next morning without giving you as many kisses as usual.

So you lay in bed for a little while after leaves and even though you shouldn't you can't help but cry at the thought of him being mad at you.

And maybe he didn't leave his usual note of to do lists, so you cry again because even though you know he loves you and he's very busy..... It's just very upsetting.

You try and pull yourself together. What is normally on the list? Shower, tidy up, eat... Um... Pick an outfit.... Your mind goes blank. No idea what to do with yourself.

Maybe you should call him? You held your phone in your hand, staring at the picture of him on your lock screen. Your eyes welled up again because what if he was disappointed with you? What if you disturbed him and he got cross? You'd have to make do by yourself.

Tears tracked down your cheeks as you pulled on a pretty dress and it made you feel a bit better. You realised it's taken you over an hour to have this meltdown so you traipse out of the bedroom and try to find some food. You try toast to settle your nerves, but you burn the bread and set off the alarm.

It's all just too much, so you run into the bedroom and climb into Bucky's big wardrobe in the hope that you can just disappear.

🌸

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky has an alert that goes off if anything goes wrong with the apartment, so of course he sends a message to someone to check out the fire alarm, figuring it's nothing important, maybe you just burnt the toast again?

After 10 minutes he gets a call. The smoke alarm is off, but.... You aren't there. Bucky's stomach drops and he rushes up from his seat and heads down in the lift. The security guard says you haven't left, but the worry in his mind sends his imagination reeling.

He storms through each room in a panic, calling for you. Finally he heads into the bedroom and sees the sliding wardrobe door slightly open, a little bit of pink fabric sticking out.

Relief washes over him as he kneels down and slides the door open a little wider. His heart melts as he sees you curled up on the floor, wrapped in one of his jackets, your eyes puffy and face sore from rubbing your tears.

"Babygirl, what's wrong?" He coos leaning in a little and offering you his hand. Your eyes go wide, then fill with tears again as your sobs wrack your body.

"No... No I didn't want to bother you.... I'm sorry Daddy....please don't be mad..." You retreated to the back of the wardrobe and pulled his jacket tighter around you.

"What are you talking about Princess?" He asks softly, shuffling closer to you but still giving you plenty of space. Every instinct in his body screaming out to take you in his arms, but knowing you probably need some space for the moment.

"I was bad wasn't I? Made you cross? I didn't have my list... Tried to be good but then the alarm went off...." You descended into more tears and he couldn't help but smile at how fucking sweet and soft you were.

"Oh princess..." He scooches in a little closer and you can't help but crave his touch, even if you think he might be mad. He just smells so good, and feels so good. You lean against him and he wraps his arms around you, soft hand gently stroking your hair as you cry.

"Babygirl, I'm not mad at you at all... I'm so sorry I made you think that. I've always got time for my Princess..." He rubs circles in your arms and presses a kiss to your temple.

"m'sorry Daddy. I just got worried I made you mad and then I didn't know what to do. Then the alarm went off and it was so loud and I thought I'd be in more trouble...."

He pulls you into his lap and kisses your forehead before kissing down your cheeks, then to your pretty lips. "The only person who's been bad here sweetheart is me..." You pull away and look at him with wide eyes.

"You've been bad?" You whisper, biting your finger as he nods solemnly. "I didn't take care of my best girl, and now she's upset and worried. I figure that's pretty terrible don't you?"

You let out a giggle as he pinches your chin and pulls you in for a soft kiss. "Let's get out of this wardrobe and we can discuss my punishment hey baby?"

[phantom-dc]

Dad Hood - part 7

It’s been a few days since Jason brought Tim some of Danny’s hair. He’d checked on Tim’s coffee stash and agreed with Alfred.

‘Goddamn, Tim! I said you could hide your coffee in that safehouse, not fill it!’

Oh well, it would be worth it. In those few days he’d been waiting, Danny’s list of powers had only grown. He took another look at his notebook:

Invisibility

Cryokinesis

Flight

Soul-pulling-out-powers???

Destructive scream

Lasers

Super strength

(Flying) Superspeed

Photokineses

Shields

Jason was getting worried. Thank god Tim was done with his research. He was confused as to why Tim insisted on meeting him instead of just sending him the list of people Danny was made up off. Jason did NOT want to think that the list was so big Tim wanted to give it himself.

Thank goodness Tim landed on the roof. Jason didn’t think he could wait any longer. Before Jason could say anything, Tim cut him off.

‘You have some explaining to do.’

Jason rolled his eyes. ‘I already told you, RR. I’m investigating a possible Respawn clone. Do you have the list I asked for? I need to kno-‘

‘Oh, don’t start with that bullshit. I know you’re lying!’

Jason was confused. ‘What? Why do you think I’m lying? Do you have the results or not?’

Tim looks angry. ‘Hood, you know full well there’s only 2 people on that list.’

Jason gets annoyed at Tim’s attitude: ‘Fine, so it’s Slade and who? Killer Frost? Superman? Give me details, man!’

‘It’s not Slade. It matches partially with Talia and you.’

Jason’s blood goes cold. ‘Tim, what do you mean?’

Tim rolls his eyes. ‘Look man, if you have a kid that’s one thing. But if you needed a paternity test you could’ve-‘

Jason grabs Tim by the arms. ‘TIM, WHAT DO YOU MEAN: MY KID!?!’

Tim finally realizes Jason honestly has no clue. ‘Wait, you didn’t know?’

‘NO, TIM! I DIDN’T! WTF YOU MEAN HE’S MY KID!?!’

Tim shakes Jason off. ‘Ok, easy man! Calm down! Deep breaths!’

Jason slumps down. Tim takes pity on him.

‘Ok, let’s take a step back, J. I need to know where you got this sample.’

Jason looks at him, and motions for Tim to follow him. As he climbs through Jason’s window, he wonders why they’re there.

‘So, did you have some files you wanted to show me, or-‘

‘INTRUDER ALERT!’

Tim is tackled from the side, sending him into the couch.

‘OH MY GOD!’

Tim tries to wrangle the kid off, but he can’t get a grip.

‘Get off me!’

Jason comes over and picks Danny up.

‘Jason! There’s a stranger here!’

Jason ruffles Danny’s hair.

‘Good job, kiddo. Never trust strangers that climb through your windows. But you can calm down. This is my brother, Red Robin.’

Danny tilts his head sideways. ‘Yum?’

Jason laughs. ‘No, not that Red Robin!’

Pulling Tim up, he introduced him.

‘RR, this is Danny, my… kid.’

Tim sees Jason having some more panic, and takes over. Kneeling down he talks to Danny.

‘Hi Danny! You’re a friend of Jason, right? You can call me Tim!’

Danny is hiding behind Jason’s leg. Tim says Jason asked him some help in figuring out where Danny came from. Danny becomes curious.

‘Did you find out?’

Jason picks Danny of the ground, so he’s on eye level with Tim.

‘Well, no. But I did find out something interesting? Turns out, Jason’s your daddy! Did you know that?’

Danny looks at Jason, and he looks amazed.

‘You are? That’s awesome! I always wanted to meet you!’

This surprises Jason. ‘Wait, you knew that I was your dad?’

Danny shakes his head.

‘No, not that. But mom and dad always said I wasn’t their bo…bia…’

Tim helps out: ‘Their biological child?’

Danny nods. ‘Yeah! So I was wondering who my mommy and daddy are!’

Jason is very tired and needs sleep, so he decides to cut this short.

‘It’s great to find out, but it’s very late. How about we go to sleep now, and tomorrow we’ll celebrate with cake?’

Danny cheers. ‘YAY, CAKE! Goodnight Daddy!’

He climbs out of Jason’s arms and goes to bed, wanting to sleep so he can get cake quicker. Jason head is spinning from being called daddy so quickly. Tim just looks at Jason.

‘You need to tell me everything. NOW.’

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[mara-and-its-the-same]

JJ's got a little family and they're just having a day on the town. CWs:Mean old ladies, protective dad jj, mom reader, preschooler daughter, taking a pregnancy test, implied smut, I think he calls her momma once or twice, no grammar, I avoided y/n but I don't know if I did it well; let me know if I missed anything Wc:3.9k

Well this was an incredibly self indulgent fic because the scenario was brewing in my lil noggin for at least two months and then I was like well it's doing no good in there and the only reason I even watched obx was for this man, and this man alone. And so here you go. I haven't read this since I wrote it I just wanted to post something before I start posting my long fic.

 "Babe, are you even listening?" JJ finally caught his wife's attention from the ring on her left hand. 

"Yes, but look." She held her hand up to let the diamond catch the light, sending rainbows flying across the ceiling of the car as she shifted it back and forth. "It's so shiny."

"I know, love." He took her hand and kissed her fingers. "That's why I picked it, but enough of that we have things to do! A list to check off! You ready Tiny?" He called to the back seat.

"Mhm, all ready," his 4 year old daughter, Iris, giggled from the back seat. 

"Let's go then. I'll get her, you get a cart, ok?" 

"Sounds good to me," JJ answered, then left on his assigned mission with a salute.

Iris laughed with her mom, "Daddy's so silly."

"Yes he is baby, you have no idea." She finally got all the clips undone just as JJ was bringing the cart over, so all she had to do was lift her up and into the cart.

"Weeeee," Iris cheered as she landed in the seat. "Again, again."

"We can do it again when we get back, we gotta get the stuff first, silly." JJ made a face at her while the three of them walked into the store.

He went through all the pockets in his shorts until he found the list. "Divide and conquer?" he suggested

"Absolutely not, I'm not leaving you two alone together and I'm definitely not letting you off on your own. Let's go." She led them down the produce aisle and took the list from JJ. "You got a pen?"

JJ handed her one and she crossed the first item off the list putting a bag of grapes in the cart. Iris made grabby hands towards it and she gave in, setting the bag in her lap.

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Halfway down the list and a third of the way through the store JJ and Iris started tossing grapes in each other's mouths. 

"You want one, baby?" He asked, offering her a grape while she scanned the shelves for the right brand of flour.

"No, I'm ok." She looked around like she was trying to remember something. "Ummm, I'm gonna go grab something. I forgot it when we were over there 'cause it's not on the list. I'll be right back. Don't eat them all!" She pecked JJ on the cheek before disappearing down the aisle.  

 Iris crossed her arms on the handle bar and laid her forehead on it, "I'm booored."

"Me too but we gotta stay here till your mama gets back, ok kid?" He copied her posture and tilted his head so he could look at her better. She had his hair and eyes but besides that she looked exactly like her mother. 

"Fine," she groaned and he offered his fist out for her. 

"Ready?" he asked and she nodded.

"Rock, paper, scissors," they both said at the same time. JJ put up scissors and she put up rocks. "Awww you got me, again?"

"Yeah." They played for a few more rounds until JJ saw his wife coming back down the aisle with her hands behind her back. She was walking quickly with her hair swishing behind her. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion at what she could be rushing from. He worried something had happened in the 5 minutes she was away. 

She threw the small boxes in the cart behind the other bags and nodded her head behind her at an old lady giving them dirty looks. "Don't say anything, just keep walking ok?" she whispered to him while trying to act natural. She wasn't quiet enough because Iris still heard and asked what was wrong. "Nothing baby, don't worry about it." She stroked her daughter's golden hair back from her face and kissed her forehead, taking control of the cart. JJ put a comforting hand on her back as they passed the old lady still giving them the stink eye.

She said something under her breath. "Excuse me?" JJ said defensively. 

"I just think irresponsible children like you can't make responsible parents."

"And what makes you say that?" He put his hands on his hips and stared the old woman down.

"JJ please." She rubbed her thumb over Iris's hand.

"No, I'd like to know, what makes you think my wife and I are irresponsible parents?"

She squared up to him, "You're far too young, too young to be married. You don't know what real life is yet how can you raise a child?"

"And you know all this after what? Following my wife for however many aisles?!" Iris took the phone with her favorite game offered to her, her mother knowing JJ wouldn't let up once he started.

"From the way she looked at the ! I knew she was unfit just after one look!" JJ looked back at his wife with a look of surprised confusion. She only replied with a shrug and nodded from Iris to the end of the aisle. He nodded yes back and she took the cart back up the aisle, not wanting to involve her daughter in this argument. She stopped a quarter of the way up when the man that was with the old woman before walked down to where she and JJ were arguing. "Just look at that outfit what kind of mother would walk around like that?!" The 'unfit' mother in question looked at her outfit, cutoff shorts of a reasonable length and one of JJ's faded old shirts cut into a crop top, and cocked an eyebrow. Not her most fashionable look but she just thought she was going to the grocery store with her family, not being ambushed by an impromptu episode of What Not to Wear. "Then I come here and find her already with a child. And you? So disrespectful!"

The man walked past their cart and nodded to Iris and her mother, before stopping in front of the woman and JJ. He was taller than JJ and much bigger. Despite his overbearing stature he put a hand on the woman's arm and sternly said, "Let's go, leave this nice family alone."

"No! I was just doing my shopping when I saw this- this hussy walk past." JJ's nostrils flared once and he dug his nails into his palms. The other man put a hand on her shoulder and stopped her right there.

"What is wrong with you? What have these people ever done to you to speak to her that way?"

She sputtered for an answer and JJ just shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. Never speak to any one like that again, especially my wife." He turned back to his family and he took his wife's hand. "Let's go momma."

She blushed hard, "What did I say about calling me that when we're out?" she said with a glare.

"Nothing? I always call you that when Tiny's around." He shrugged, not knowing what she was referring to.

"Not that, you know how I feel when you call me your wife."

He finally understood her message. "Oh, but you are my wife, I just want everyone to know it." He kissed her jaw before turning to the freezers filled with ice cream. He noticed she went right for the ice cream she ate nonstop just under five years ago. "Hm, haven't had that one in a while." She shrugged with a nod. "You needa tell me something?"

She looked at him and he half expected her to look like a deer in headlights but she just calmly smiled. "When we get home."

"She's getting tired, why don't you take her to the car and I'll finish here?" She handed the empty bag of grapes to the cashier and quickly explained they ate them all but she's not going to leave without paying. There was still a bit in the cart, including the second bag of grapes.

"Are you sure? We can stay and help."

"Jay, she's falling asleep. I'll be fine, you go ahead."

"I don't know, that cart looks pretty heavy." He put his hands in his pockets and rocked up on his feet. Her only answer was to raise her eyebrows. 

"You're a mess," She kissed Iris's head, "You're gonna go to the car with daddy, baby ok?"

Iris nodded a little and when JJ picked her up she whispered the tiredest little "weeee" she could muster.

She and the cashier both smiled at the little girl half way asleep in her father's arms.

He put her down in her car seat then went to the trunk to look for a blanket when he heard a painfully nasal voice behind him. He tried his best to ignore it and give Iris her blanket even though a part of him was just itching to ask her who she thinks she is that she can speak to his wife that way. He brushed Iris's hair out of her face and made sure her blanket was tucked in. He shut the door and walked just ahead of the car to see if his wife made it out of the store yet. 

2 seconds later she stepped out with the cart full of brown paper bags. He watched her look both ways, and the way her hair moved with her long strides and the soft breeze. He was too focused on her to notice the old woman make her way over and intercept the cart on his way over to her. 

"My son finally left so I can say whatever I want now! You aren't fit to be a mother at your age! Look at what you're feeding your poor daughter! You children don't understand how to properly raise children. Letting her pick out everything she wants, shoving the phone in her face as soon as it gets too hard. I bet you're some of those "gentle parents" too, aren't you?" The young woman just looked bored out of her mind, which looking back probably only encouraged the old woman. 

JJ was worried he'd have to intervene but he didn't want to leave their daughter alone in the car, so he stood at the car but out far enough so he could watch. He knew how she gets with confrontation like this, especially with getting yelled at and strangers. But she held her own.

"Is that all, I'd really like to just get home with my family if you don't mind." She kept eye contact and spoke calmly. "I honestly don't know what you think gives you the right to yell at me and my husband, especially right in front of our daughter, when you've only see us do what? Make her a respectful, happy kid? Buy some lube? Swear? Fuckin' Christ lady leave me and my family alone." The old woman was obviously shell shocked so she just pushed the cart right past and started loading the trunk with JJ's help.

He noticed her shaky hands and unsteady breathing. "Hey, hey, hey, I got this, ok? You go wait with her inside ok?" He quickly wiped underneath her eyes and she nodded her head. 

Once he finished and got into the drivers seat, she'd had a chance to calm down. "I'm so proud of you," when she finally looked at him he swiped the sparkles lining her water line away. "I love you, so much. Tiny loves you way more than I can even describe. You did so good baby, so good." He stroked the side of her head as he spoke and kissed her head, "You ready to go?"

She swallowed the shrinking lump in her throat, "Yeah," she breathed out with a nod.

***

They laughed the whole ride home but were careful not to wake Iris. JJ did whatever he could to brighten the mood and he wasn't sure if she was laughing at his dumb jokes to stroke his ego or fake-it-till-you-make-it, or she actually thought he was funny. Any way, it worked for him. 

"Should I wake her up?" JJ asked.

"No, I'll just bring her in."

"No you will not!"

"What? Why?" She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Because, I have a sneaking suspicion at what your little..." he wiggled his finger in the air. "surprise is, and so, I will be taking care of everything you will let me take care of." He said with a pointed finger wagging at her.

"You're ridiculous," she laughed while getting the smallest two bags and walking up to unlock the door so JJ could bring Iris in.

"But I'm right!"

"Shhhhhh," she giggled while setting the bags on the counter. "Maybe, maybe not. We shall see, very soon."

"How soon?"

"How soon can you take care of all the groceries?"

"So fuckin' soon." He kissed the side of her head before speed walking Iris into her room and tucking her in. He made sure all the curtains were all the way shut before he ran down the hall and out to the car, taking as many bags as he could carry at a time. She thought he was like the Flash with how fast he put everything away. When he put the last bottle in the door of the refrigerator and rushed to stand right in front of her.

"Is it soon yet?" He was excited as a little puppy and she nodded while her lips were still on her water bottle. He pulled it away and put it on the counter.

"What the fuck Jay?!" She stared at him wide eyed and he just looked right at her before walking down the hall.

"Chop chop!"

"You're the worst," she mumbled under her breath while grabbing the three rectangular boxes off the counter.

***

She set the timer on her phone and they both sat with their backs against the bathtub. She lazily slung her head to face him, he did the same.

"I'm not even sure, I just think maybe."

He grabbed her hand and rested them on the small, soft rug. "Whatever it says, I'll be happy. It doesn't have to happen right now, there's loooads of time. No matter what it says, I won't be dissapointed, ok?" He kissed the back of her hand still connected to his and she nodded.

They sat like that for a few more minutes until the timer went off. "Ready?" he asked when he set her phone back down.

"Mhm, I'll flip one, you flip the other and we both flip the last?"

"Mhm." They counted down together "3,2,1" clack.

Two lines.

Two lines.

Pregnant. 

They both stared at each other for a few moments before he lifted her in a tight hug. She kicked her feet behind herself before wrapping her legs around his waist. They stayed like that for a few more minutes, just being near each other, feeling each other, breathing each other in.

"I want ice cream," she said through a wet whisper into his neck.

"Allow me, m'darlin'." He carried her into the kitchen while she giggled the whole way. He sat her on the counter top while he got the ice cream out for her.

"You're not gonna let me do anythin, are you?"

"No, I will not. For the next 9-odd months you won't have to lift a finger."

"But what if I want to?"

"As long as it's less than Tiny."

Her face dropped as she stuck the spoon back in the ice cream. "I can't hold my baby?" She pouted.

"She's gonna have to be promoted from baby." He laughed.

"But she's my baby."

"You'll have a new baby."

"Why can't they both be my babies?" She laid down on the counter, holding the ice cream on her stomach, savoring the final few weeks of not having a mound in the way.

"Hmm, I don't see why not."

"Yayyy." She smiled around the spoon.

"When can we tell her?" He sat with his chin laying on his arms next to her head.

"I think after the first scan and all that, so she can have a picture."

"Yay," he cheered and held his tongue out so she would give him some ice cream.

He gagged and ran to the sink to spit it out the second the spoon touched his tongue. She just shrugged and licked it off herself.

"I forgot how disgusting that is. How can you eat that?"

"I can't, unless I'm pregnant." She sat up on her elbows and set the ice cream down next to her. "You remember I tried it after Tiny was born and we had some left over and I almost threw up. Fuckin' revolting. I don't even know."

***

2 weeks later

"Hey Tiny! Where you at?" JJ yelled through the Chateau.

"Daddy!" Iris yelled back, running into the kitchen to meet her parents. Sarah and John B watched her but they spent most of the time outside since most of the interior was being renovated before the wedding. 

Sarah walked inside and made her way over to the other young woman, "Sooo? How was it? Any fun and exciting news?"

"It went very very well, but unfortunately I am sworn to secrecy at the moment. At the request of JJ, he wants to wait until we're all together to avoid any favoritism."

""Cause you don't want it to go like last time?"

"Exactly, what a disaster that was." She slapped a hand over her mouth at what she just admitted and pushed Sarah into the other room. She shut the door and held Sarah by her shoulders. "You cannot tell anyone. JJ will have a fit," she whisper yelled.

"You have my word," Sarah crossed her heart and they pinky promised. "If I can have yours that I get exclusive godmother rights." 

"I can't promise anything yet but I will see what I can do."

"How's the forecast look though?"

"I will say, pretty good, but you didn't hear it from me. And you cannot tell John B. JJ has to or we'll have to keep having more until he finally gets the chance. And I personally would like to keep it at a solid 2 because I don't think I could handle being outnumbered by more mini JJs."

***

When they finally got home they sat Iris down at the kitchen table and they sat across from her.

"We have some news for you, Tiny," JJ started.

"A surprise?" She stood on her chair.

"Yes baby, a surprise. But you have to sit down to get it." Her mom said, soft at first but the second in her sweet mom voice. Gentle but laced with authority, like hidden vegetables. 

JJ pulled out the row of ultrasound pictures and slid them across the table to her.

"What is it?"

"What do you think it is?" She asked while JJ just watched his daughter try to piece everything together.

"A bean...in a dark room. A bean x-ray?"

"That's actually pretty close, but it's not quite an x-ray. It's an ultrasound, and that's what the doctor used to look in my belly."

"Why?"

"To look at that."

"What's that then?" She pointed to the little blob in the center.

They both looked at JJ so he could answer. He was caught a little off guard but composed himself quickly. "Uh it's a baby, or well it will be soon, eventually."

"You're having a baby?" She looked at her mother who was beaming back at her.

"Yeah."

"Where?" Not a very specific question but she's known her daughter long enough to know what she means so she pointed to her lower abdomen.

"Here, and this is where you used to be."

"Can I touch?" She nodded and Iris came over and stood between her legs. She lifted her mother's shirt and put her hand on her stomach.

"A little lower baby," She moved her hand down to the right spot. "Right there." She looked from her daughter back to JJ who was almost crying. She took his hand while their daughter spoke to the baby. 

"Hi baby," she used the same tone her mother used with her. "I'm Iris, you're inside momma right now, that's why it's so dark. You're a little bean." She giggled but her head whipped around at the sound of JJ's sniffle. "Bye baby, I have to go talk to daddy now." She kissed the spot where her hand was and climbed up JJ's chair to hug him properly.

She was only 4 but she knew better than to ask why he was crying, her mom explained it once. Sometimes people just cry, there doesn't have to be a reason, but sometimes they feel so much it just overflows. She explained it with a glass of water after Iris had a bad day and had to get picked up early. She sat her on the counter and got a glass from the cabinet,  "Sometimes when we feel a lot of things, or a lot of one thing it's just too much and we cry to let it out." The water started spilling over the sides. "Then we feel better." She dumped out the extra and handed her the glass while whipping the glossy streaks off her blotchy face.

She was proud of her daughter and rubbed her back before clearing the table. When she finished she stood behind JJ and kissed the top of his head. "Let's go lay down baby."

"I'm not tired," he laughed while making fun of Iris a little. 

"Then we'll watch a movie," She rubbed his shoulder and they all went into their room, the bed was big enough and Iris was small enough so they all fit comfortably. They turned on Iris's favorite movie and snuggled together with Iris laying on him and his wife's head on his chest, cuddled into his side. He had an arm around each of them and Iris dozed off quickly. He smiled down at both of them, so blissfully content at the life he built for himself he never even thought possible.

"My two best girls," he whispered and leaned down to kiss both of their heads.  

"You're forgetting one." A voice groggily whispered into his chest. 

"I thought you were sleeping and we don't know that yet."

"I was. And yes we do, it's definitely a girl. I feel it."

"You do?"

"You don't?" she asked cockily and he sat with it for a moment.

"I do," he whispered back and she giggled before burying herself deeper into him and the blankets.

"Goodnight, I love you, and our family, so much." She kissed him goodnight before adjusting the blankets over all three (four) of them. 

"I love you, and Tiny, and Teeny Tiny, so much."

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good news! i finally got a job after being unemployed for a few years. it’ll be at least a year or two before i’m able to move out due to trying to pay off my credit card debt but i’m excited that i’ll be able to leave town and get away from unsupportive family. i’m trying to spend as little money as possible on entertainment stuff and i have a massive book collection that i’m excited to read and sell some of it i don’t feel like i need them anymore. you’re comics have been very helpful for me to be able to understand and express myself. it has given me a lot of joy since finding it especially after the loss of my cat a month ago.

any tips for a queer punk trying to escape and start over with no support system?

happy pride month! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

ANON! I'm so proud of you, thats incredible! i am wishing you all the best on your journey forward and out. it sounds to me like you already have a good handle on things, paying down your debt is a great place to start. depending on how much debt you have, (most of my advice is US based I'm afraid, since thats where i grew up as a poor lonely punk so hopefully it can help you, or someone else) you may be able to find a financial counselor or coach, (not adviser!) to help you get rid of some of it immediately. there are ways to 'challenge' things on your credit that have been there for a while, and many times the creditors will either drop it cuz they dont want to deal with paperwork, or reduce it to a much smaller payable sum because to them something is better than nothing. a lot of cities has free nonprofit programs to help with this, and other non profit organizations offer them as well depending on your community. This will also help improve and build your credit score cuz even a punk might need to buy a home or rent an apartment one day.

i know there is an allure to big name cities when you move, i lived in one myself while poor as dirt and it kinda sucked (Austin tx specifically) because it was so expensive. look into where you want to go before moving there, look at cost of living, and public transit, things like that. it looks like youre waiting a while before going, look into job transfers so you might not have to start completely fresh from the bottom.

thrift stores are great but they are getting more expensive by the year, but when youre a poor guy in a new place, dumpster diving might be an option. please dont ever get a mattress from a dumpster ok? bedbugs are a thing and often why those are thrown out, but other things like tables, chairs, shelves etc. check your local papers and neighborhood boards, sometimes hotels and such renovate and when they do they auction furniture off dirt cheap. Thanks Mr Marriott for furnishing my house for like 40 bucks in 2005!

When you move out, if you are still struggling financially, you can look into fixed rent apartments, you usually have to get on a list, but there are places out there to help you get on your feet. a REALLY good resource for many things if going to be your local library. librarians are like gods and they know SO MUCH that can help you.

speaking of libraries. you do deserve a little joy, i would think about perhaps getting a electronic reader, did you know that you can rent books and audio books from libraries with one? plus it reduces the bulk of books you may have to move later. i know the vibe is different from getting to touch the pages, but the pleasure of reading is still there. The library is also going to be a great place to meet people and find a circle of support and new friends. many of them have clubs and community activities ranging from book clubs to everything in between, you can even suggest a club yourself that they might consider hosting. don't deprive yourself of happiness, itll be helpful on the days when it gets hard to move forward.

its been a hot minute since i was alone and starting over, and things have changed a lot so im not completely sure all of this is still relevant, library is ALWAYS a good place to start. if my followers have any advice, please feel free to chime in the comments as well! im so proud of you anon, and keep us updated as life goes on. <3

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Milk/ 2

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 2.3k

Includes- Sex, cock warming, missionary, tummy bulge, dirty talk, squirting, multiple orgasms, some fluff

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This is the San 3-4 part fic that won the poll

One month later

San POV

The episode of True Blood finishes and I just sit there in disgust at how the vampires die in this show

There was a blood bath, blood and gross shit everywhere

No sex scene this time, just gore

"That uh ..that was a lot", she says, uneasily

"Yeah. Fucking gross. Can we watch something else?"

"Sure", she nods, handing me the remote, "Pick something"

I choose one of the old Spider-Man movies to put on

Nice and normal violence

I glance over at her as we watch the movie and I can't stop thinking about fucking her

It's been on my mind a lot lately

Because I'm horny and I need to cum

I've debated whether to ask her or just start something, like she did last time

I take a breath and go for it

Getting out of the bed, she looks over at me as I pull down my sweatpants and boxers

"San?", she asks

"Horny", I say, sitting on the bed again and pulling her closer to me by her legs, "Wanna be in your cunt"

She looks at me surprised but then she nods, smirking, "Gonna give me that massive cock again?"

Jesus, she really knows how feed my ego

"Yeah", I nod, pulling her shorts and panties down, opening her legs wide, her pretty pussy on display for me

I run my fingers on her slit, her pussy leaking juice already

"And you want my cock deep inside you", I smirk, "You're wet already"

She nods and I sit on my knees, pulling her as close as she can get, her legs spread wider

Moving my head to her hole, I move inside, sliding in slowly this time

"Fuck", she murmurs, shaking slightly

Fuck is right

I watch her tiny hole open wide for my cock, feel her pulling me inside, her lips petaling open, her cunt clenching hard on me

"Fuck, want me in this bad?", I moan, pushing farther in

"Yes Sannie. All the way"

I finally get all in, feeling her pulse around me, small moans coming from both of us

I stay inside, just feeling her as I pull my shirt off, tossing it away from me

"Jesus San", she gapes, making me blush as she stares at my body, "When did you get those?"

Her small hands reach out, touching my abs, fingers running slowly along them, making chills run up and down my back

"Yeosang and Wooyoung kept pestering me to work out with them a few months ago. I gave in"

"Paid off", she says, her eyes running up my body to my face, "You're hot"

I feel my face get more heated and to distract her from making fun of me for blushing, I push her shirt up

She helps me take it off, then I pull her up, undoing her bra

She takes it off, then lays back down, her big perky boobs out for me to oogle

Along with the lower stomach tattoo, the ribs tattoo and the sternum tattoo I didn't know she had

She was facing away from me last time and after we finished, I kept my eyes off her naked body

I didn't want to make her uncomfortable

But now, now I can stare openly

And I do

"Damn", I whisper, my turn to touch her perfect body

I feel her skin tremble against my fingertips and I smile, liking that a lot

"So pretty naekkeo", I say softly, tracing the colorful lines of the sternum tattoo

She whispers, her hands clutching the sheets hard

"Ok?", I ask

She nods, "You're uh...fingers...feel good"

I smile wider, continuing my slow descent down her body, "Like my fingers huh?"

She nods, as I touch her lower stomach tattoo, pressing her body into my hands

I take her hands off the bed, putting them on my abs

"I like your hands Jo", I tell her, slowly moving them up my body, more chills on my spine, "So small, soft. Perfect"

I trail her hands over my chest, feeling her tiny palms, loving every second of it

Putting her hands together, I tell her, "And so easy to hold together"

Wrapping one hand around both wrists, I slam her hands down, above her head, holding them down on the bed

In the next move, I pull out of her pussy until my head is left, then bury my cock into her to the hilt

"Fuck", she cries, her body arching as I hit her spot

I move fast, keeping a hard steady pace as I fuck her, the sound of our skin hitting each other's so loud, her cunt pouring cream around my dick

"God, so fucking tight", I pant, "Need to fuck you open. Gonna let me?"

She nods, her eyes so fucked out already

I watch her under me, watch the pleasure all over her gorgeous face, loving that I'm putting that bliss there

Me

No one else

"You take my cock so well baby", I praise her, "All of me, swallowing and sucking greedily on my cock. Want me to stay in your pussy?"

"Yes Sannie", she cries, "Please. Fuck me baby"

"Oh I will. Want this cunt pouring cream all over me, squeezing my cock hard. Gonna make you do that. Make you cum so good"

She nods, her legs wrapped so tightly around my waist, her pussy welcoming me back in with every stroke, her boobs bouncing around so hypnotically

"Keep your hands here", I growl, a soft yes coming from her mouth, "Good girl"

Sitting up, I plow harder into her cunt while I grab her boobs, kneading the soft skin in my hands

Her boobs are fucking amazing

Running my fingers over her nipples, she moans, her pussy getting tighter, wetter

"Yeah baby", I murmur, keeping up my pace, "Clench my cock baby. Hold me tight while I fuck you"

Her pussy becomes tighter as she holds on my length, the pleasure increasing, making me groan

"Love splitting this cunt", I growl, "Stretching this tiny hole around my cock. Feels good?"

"So good", she murmurs, her eyes glazed over

"Aww baby", I laugh, "Am I fucking you dumb already?"

She nods, cute sounds coming from her that I want to hear more of

Moving my arms under her knees, I push her legs to her chest, getting an amazing view of my cock fucking her

"Jesus", I groan, watching her take my cock, "Fuck Jo, your pussy is so creamy. Making such a big mess on my dick"

"Mmmm", she whimpers

"Fuck, your tiny hole looks so good splitting open, eating my cock greedily. Those fucking swollen lips wrapped so perfectly around my dick. God, your pussy looks so pretty on my cock"

It's true

Her hole looks so good, creaming my cock like no girl ever has, straining around my length each time I go in

Beautiful sight

One I can get used to

"Wanna see your hole cum", I tell her, my length spreading her pussy walls, my cock head hitting her spot with each stroke

She moans loudly, her body shaking as she pulses faster

She's close

"Lemme see your hole cum around my cock", I whisper, "Want that pussy cream all over me"

Slamming into her, she screams my name, her body arching as she climaxes, intense pleasure assaulting my body

I force my eyes open, watching her tiny hole clench down on me again and again, cunt cream flowing from her, covering my length

I force myself to keep thrusting into her, wanting her to feel the maximum pleasure

"Yes baby", I urge her, "So pretty coming on my cock. That hole is so fucking pretty"

She moans as the pleasure tapers off, her body connecting with the bed again

Lowering her legs, I wrap them around my waist, fucking into her slowly but deeply, letting her get over the orgasm

Movement by her stomach gets my attention and I drop my mouth in awe as her stomach bumps up when my cock is deep inside her

Her stomach lowers when I pull out, then pops up when I move back in

I watch her stomach move as I thrust, mesmerized

Reaching out my hand, I touch the bulge, feeling my cock in her stomach

Goddamn, that turns me on so fucking much

Pressing on her stomach when it pops up makes her moan, tightening on my length harder

She bites her lip ring in pleasure, her eyes closed, a sheen of sweat on her forehead and body

She's so fucking gorgeous, it's a crime I didn't notice it before

I always thought she was pretty, yes, but I didn't realize how utterly beautiful she is

I press my hand down on her stomach as I fuck her, chills visibly running through her body

Her cunt flutters quickly and I know she's close again

Leaning over her, I wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking around the hard bump softly

"San", she cries, her hand moving in my hair and pulling as she falls over the edge, her pussy going crazy on my cock

I sheath my length inside her, letting her ride it out on my dick

I bite on her nipple, moaning as the pleasure from her orgasm rolls over me

So fucking intense

When she finishes, I sit up, looking down at her

"One more?"

I need more, I need to feel her

She looks up at me with her stunning brown eyes, nodding, "Ok"

I smile at her, nodding too, then move faster, pounding into her pussy hard

Her body arches, her screams of pleasure music to my ears

"Yes baby. Gonna ruin you on my cock", I growl, the intense pulsing she's doing on my shaft throwing me into so much bliss, "Ruin you for any cock but mine"

She nods, hiccuping, "Yes Sannie"

"You're my whore remember?"

She nods, tears falling from her spaced out eyes

"Aww naekkeo look at you. You look so fucking cute crying on my cock. Fuck, I'll never forget this"

I watch the tears fall as I pleasure her, leaning down and licking the tears off her cheek

"Mm baby. Tastes good", I smirk, sitting back up

I rake my eyes down her body, my sight landing on her throbbing little clit, that I haven't paid attention to this whole time

That changes now

Licking my thumb, I press on her clit, watching her body stiffen

Moving my thumb, I rub her clit while I fuck her hard, her incoherent sobs so pretty

"Cum on me", I demand, "Right now, so I can cum in your orgasming pussy"

"Yeah Sannie", she moans, her pussy spasms so pleasurable

"You gonna milk my cock for me?", I growl, her head nodding yes, "That's why I'm fucking you. To get my cock milked"

She cries out my name, so close

Just a few more thrusts

"You said you liked to milk fat cocks", I grunt, "I need mine milked and your pussy does it the best. So do your job and suck all the cum from my cock"

"Yes Sannie", she cries, coming and squirting all over me, ecstasy slamming into me

"Fuck! Joanne!", I yell, sheathing my cock inside her, shooting my cum in her throbbing cunt, stars blasting in my vision

And I still rub her clit, to keep her coming

"Yes San", she moans, her cunt actively clenching down on my length harder than before, "Yes baby, give me all your cock milk"

I know she's making her cunt squeeze me over and over because it feels different from how her pussy naturally spasms

But it's just as pleasurable, like she's sucking on my dick

Wave after wave of bliss hits me until I can't tell which way is up, my mind just focusing on her pussy tightening over and over again

It's so much but not enough at the same time

When it's over, I open my eyes, pulling out and just barely moving over before I collapse on the bed next to her

I don't move for a few minutes, trying to breathe and get my heartbeat back to normal

Christ, that was so fucking good

Literally the best sex I ever had

Tops even the last time we had sex

She's just...fuck...she's amazing

I lift my head to her, not expecting to see her sleeping

I guess I tired her out too

I take a second to look at her, thoughts of how beautiful she is running through my mind

Taking a chance, I run my fingers in her soft hair, my gaze moving to her slightly parted lips, her silver hoop ring in the corner of her lip glinting in the light

Wondering how it would feel to kiss her

Would her lips be soft like her skin?

Would her lip ring be cool against mine?

Or warm?

She has a tongue ring too, how would that feel?

Would her kiss be just a kiss or will it completely ruin me?

Would she even want to kiss me?

Holy shit, I need to stop thinking about this

It's just sex, I remind myself

Just sex

Purely physical

Her eyebrow moves a little and I realize that I'm caressing the side of her face slowly and gently

Shit

Her eyes open slightly, the gorgeous brown of her iris's on mine

"Sannie?", she murmurs

"Yeah"

"Tired Sannie"

"I know Jo", I answer, "I'll leave and let you sleep ok?"

I start pulling my hand away, but she stops me, keeping my hand against her face

"Don't go", she whispers, sleepily, "Stay"

I swallow, not knowing what to do

I want to stay but I don't know if that's a good idea

"Are you sure?"

"Mmm hmm", she says, her eyes already closed as she turns her body towards me, snuggling against me, her head moving to my shoulder, forehead against my neck

My arms immediately encircle her, holding her close to me, one hand wrapped around her waist, the other playing with her hair

She sighs softly, falling back asleep almost immediately while I close my eyes, trying to force my brain to turn off

This isn't anything, I tell myself

Her and I have cuddled platonically hundreds of times

Granted we weren't naked but still, it's just two friends fucking each other then sleeping

That's all it is

That's it