#the thirst i had was unreal

[theghostofashton]

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[franzias-cave]

Rosalie and bella’s baby update soon ? I looooooooveeee your take and long for the aftermath!

oh sweet anon, for you i will try to finish the saga of baby oppenheimer and her extremely stressed aunt.

[lbxbx]

Cockpit 6 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood

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You open up your eyes the next day, you didn’t get enough sleep but your phone just buzzed a notification, you click your tongue when you recall that you fell asleep before putting your phone on silent or do not disturb, you woke up with a mild hangover from last night’s poker game. You rub your eyes and immediately dig between your pillows to locate your phone.

You scrunch your eyes at the brightness when you unlock your phone, two notifications caught your attention, one being an email from the medical association, announcing that there’s a conference happening in Ilsan on Monday and you have to prepare a lecture for it. You’ve always attended those kinds of meetings but just as listener, but this year it’s your first time as a speaker since you managed to be one of the best in your department, the first notification made your day already, you’re proud of yourself.

But this email was sent a couple hours ago.

The second notification showing that someone texted you something two minutes ago and they unsent it, you click on the app and scroll through it, you even try googling how you can see who’s the sender, but you got zero results.

You scroll down and spot your chat with Namjoon, you click on it to see his last seen being a minute ago, but this doesn’t prove anything, it could be just a coincidence.

Although it isn’t.

Namjoon is dragging his carryon with him on his way to the terminal, he throws away his third empty cup of coffee before grabbing his phone, he’s been thinking about you the entire night, he wants to talk.

“how are you?”

“can we talk?”

It doesn’t even take a split second for him to unsend those messages, he can’t do it over text or over the phone, and he has to fly in less than an hour so he can’t really do anything until he lands in Seoul. He needs to see you face to face.

He swipes the app away and locks his phone when he arrives to the terminal.

-

“Shouldn’t the hospital pay for your ticket?” Jungkook asks out of breath, both of you are running on the treadmill, you’ve been working out together for some time now.

You and Jungkook met in the states in your first year in university, you both had majored in medicine, but he couldn’t keep up with the pressure, he went through so much that he just had to switch majors, he took the first plane back to Seoul and finished getting his degree to become a teaching assistant in Seoul’s university. You lost connection with him for a long time and you ran into him years after in a club and you became closer than ever.

“Yeah, they do, but I think I should take my car so I can move freely around there.” You shrug, he looks at you before squinting his eyes. “Honey it’s just one day, just go do your speech and fly back. Plus, the hospital is paying so you don’t have to spend anything.”

“It’s not about the money honey.” You mock his words, “It’s just that I don’t mind driving.”

“Don’t, really. Flying there is much safer.” He finally stops running when he finishes his miles. “You can’t drive there and back here on your own anyway, it’s not safe.”

You roll your eyes before turning off the treadmill, you grab your bottle of water and drink some to quench your thirst. “Whatever dumbass, you have to help me with my lecture.”

Both of you decided to shower at the gym and head out to Hoseok’s, they helped you choose a subject for your lecture and you finished it in a couple hours, it was a piece of cake with their help.

“Is it true what I heard?” Hoseok shuts his laptop and grabs a slice of pizza, you and Jungkook both turn to him in confusion. “What?” You ask.

“I heard some stuff from Seokjin hyung.” Hoseok takes a bite and wipes his mouth clean, you try and act oblivious but Jungkook is getting curious. “What?” He looks at you then back at Hoseok.

“Y/n hooked up with the guy she kissed at the club.” Hoseok shrugs. “It’s okay to talk about it since it’s over now, right?”

The younger looks at you with a shameless smirk on his face. “Nice.” He nods his head. You squint your eyes and elbow his chest. “Shut up.”

“So you totally agreed to hook up with a stranger but not with me.” He genuinely seems offended.

“Get over it Kook,” Hoseok huffs. “The guy is married.”

You study Hoseok’s face, is he pretending that he doesn’t know about the divorce? Or did he not really read his papers?

“You slept with a married man?” Jungkook exclaims a bit too loud that you rub your ear. “Okay first off, the neighbors don’t have to know, you don’t need to be loud.” He pouts.

 You rub your forehead, you recall that night clearly when you tried to guess what’s his job, you literally had his hands in yours, there wasn’t a ring on it. “And in my defense, he didn’t tell me he’s married.”

“You should’ve asked.” Hoseok points and Jungkook agrees which makes your jaw drop. “Why would a married man flirt with a stranger? He’s the one who started talking to me.”

“Men don’t get enough-” Hoseok shrugs and gets interrupted by Jungkook. “No no, men never get enough.”

You knew all along that some men are pigs but now you somehow find this very unbelievable, and you’re positive that your friends might be pigs too, they’re men too after all.

“He has a child.” Your voice barely comes out, you’re in denial.

“So?” Jungkook asks as if having a wife and a son isn’t enough of a reason, you look at Hoseok, he’s just eating carelessly and totally not shaken by Jungkook’s question and the cringe on your face.

You close your eyes and shake your thoughts out of your head. “Okay, we need to stop talking about this, it was just a one time hook up and it won’t happen again, I don’t even know the guy.”

-

Monday came in a blink of an eye, surprisingly you weren’t that nervous, you got into a formal attire and filled your handbag with everything you could ever need, your flight is scheduled at 9 in the morning, you’ll be landing in Ilsan an hour later, and your flight back is scheduled to land in Seoul around 7 in the evening.

You grab your phone to find your friends active on the group chat wishing you good luck, you hover your fingers over the screen and respond to them with a smile on your face.

You take a cab to the airport and check in and head to your gate, you’re on your iPad re reading your lecture again while listening to music, you take a sip from your coffee and you spot a bunch of cabin crew and you scoff.

You didn’t realize how wrong Namjoon did you until now, everything seems to remind you of how bad things turned, and no matter how hard you convinced yourself that he’s just a stranger and you won’t have to see him again, you still grit on your teeth. You’ve always been smart and wit, your gut feeling was always right and you question yourself, why did you decide to ignore it this time, you have no idea.

Maybe something deep inside you actually had a thing for Namjoon, not a crush or something, but he just ticks everything on your list, and you find him quite close to your ideal type of men, but oh well, the man is married.

Well, he’s getting a divorce too. You think and you widen your eyes at your own thoughts before you burry your face in your palms.

Even if he was already divorced or whatever, that wasn’t your problem now. The man lied, and he’s a total red flag for you now, you didn’t have full trust in him to begin with, and now you can’t trust him at all.

Do men really not get enough? You recall what your friends said days ago, they can’t be totally right, you’ve seen healthy relationships before where each partner finds the other more than enough and they’re totally happy with each other.

You lift your face back up and you see the cabin crew again, you could clearly see what seemed to be the pilot flirting with one of the flight attendants, and goodness there’s a ring on his finger. Men.

Namjoon could’ve totally slept with so many women and convinced them that he’s single just like he did to you.

Speaking of which.

Namjoon is in the airport bathroom soaking himself with perfume before he heads to the terminal, he’s a few minutes behind the rest of the cabin crew.

The past few days were extremely hard on him, he’s been flying nonstop all over the republic just to distract himself from over thinking and just to waste time. He was going to try and contact you but he still isn’t brave enough to do so. He even drove to your place and stayed in his car for hours, hoping that you’d head out of the building any minute, but you were staying home the past few days.

He knew if he called or texted you wouldn’t answer, and he’s right.

The moment he walks to the terminal and boards the plane is when your face is in your palms because you’ve been having a debate with yourself earlier.

You didn’t see him, and neither did he.

“Where have you been?” His co pilot speaks as he enters the cockpit, Namjoon puts his carryon in the overhead bin before putting his phone down on his seat. “I was having a smoke.”

Boarding finally starts and you walk through the boarding bridge while carefully slipping your iPad in your bag making sure it won’t touch your heels, you chose to wear a pair of sneakers on your way there and change into your heels when you finally get there.

A queue is forming near the airplane door and you hear the flight attendants giggling with the passengers, you step a foot into the plane and one of the cabin crew welcomes you with the fakest wide smile ever. “Welcome aboard, may I see your boarding pass?”

“Thanks.” You hand her the ticket not bothering to mirror her smile, “I’ll take it from here.” A deep voice resonates that makes you lift your face up to see him.

Fucking Kim Namjoon.

Out of all the flights your hospital could’ve booked, they chose the one that Namjoon was flying.

Your eyes meet and it feels like you’ve seen him not long ago, you feel yourself getting charged with hate and anger again when you see him and you hardly control yourself to not snap at him and make a scene.

 He snatches the ticket from the flight attendant and looks closely at it. “Come, I’ll walk you to your seat.” An immediate frown sits between your brows, you know he’s not authorized to walk you to your seat, and you can hear the other cabin crew whispering between each other.

You don’t have to take a long walk to your seat since the hospital booked you a business class ticket even when it’s just a one hour flight. Namjoon leads the way and you walk after him, he stops near your seat and points his head towards it. “Here you go.”

He didn’t leave you a good amount of space to enter your seat, so you stand super close to him before putting your bag down and take a your seat. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He bends down on his knees and leans his arm against the seat in front of you. ”How long are you staying in Ilsan?” And you immediately answer while trying to look careless, unlocking your phone and scrolling through it. “None of your business.”

“Y/N, please, we need to talk.” He begs with his voice barely whispering. “I’ll be waiting for you when we land-“

“Save it Namjoon, I’m going there for business and I don’t have the time.” You look at him, a sigh escapes his nose and he swallows when he looks at your lips for seconds, before looking back into your eyes. “I won’t waste your time, I’ll drive you wherever you wanna go. But please.” He begs again, his hand nearly falling on your leg but he stops himself and rests it on the back of your seat.

You scoff and shake your head, you look through the window for a second, then look back at him. “Look at you.” His eyes are locked onto yours. You continue. “Just so you know, there’s nothing you could say to explain yourself.”

“Namjoon, they need you in the cockpit.” A flight attendant nudges his shoulder, he nods without even looking up at her, then leans in closer. “Don’t get off the plane when we land, just stay here and we’ll leave together.”

You sigh in response and his hand finally lands on your knee for a quick touch of affirmation, he gets up and makes his way to the front of the plane, you eye him from head to toe, your eyes piercing through his big body, and he knows you’re watching.

You fasten your seat belt and lean your head back on the chair, you were hoping that you’d catch some sleep on the plane but you can’t.

You can easily predict what he wants to talk about, and you really used to fancy this man in general, but now he looks like a total different human being to you, and you can’t say you’re not disappointed.

You’re not going to over think this anymore, you’ve had enough, you’re gritting on your teeth again and your jaw tenses, you feel yourself about to get a headache. You’re seeking for closure.

The announcement bell rings and your eyes widen when you hear Namjoon’s voice radiate through the speaker. “Good morning and welcome aboard, this is your captain Kim Namjoon speaking.” You find yourself breathing heavily suddenly, you look all the way to the front of the plane, you can see the cockpit door still open, and you could see just the side of Namjoon’s body and the rest is blocked by the stupid giggling flight attendant.

“First I’d like to welcome you on Korean airlines flight number KA87 heading to Ilsan, we are currently third in line for takeoff. We are expected to be in the air in approximately 14 minutes, we’ll be up to a cruising altitude of 32 thousand feet, flight time will be one hour, if the seat belt sign is turned please remain seated with your seatbelts fastened.” You can see him shifting in his seat, before your phone buzzes a text, you grab your phone and see that he was the one who sent the text.

“I’m happy to see you :)”

Your stomach does this weird thing inside you that you haven’t felt before, your hand hovers over it and you try had to calm your breath but now your heart is fluttering.

“Please switch off your mobile phones, or turn on airplane mode for safety reasons.” He speaks through the speaker and you put your phone back into your bag with your jaw down. You cannot believe him.

“In about ten minutes after departure the cabin crew will be coming around to offer you a light snack and a beverage, until then, sit back, relax and enjoy your flight, thank you.” He closes the speaker and the back of your hand sits on your burning cheek, you’re totally confused on what’s happening to you.

You unbutton the first two buttons of your shirt and fan your face, if any of the flight attendants saw you they’d think you’re afraid of heights or you’re panicking but really, you’re not. You’re just.. Overwhelmed, if that’s the right word to use.

 “Cabin crew please be seated for takeoff.” He speaks one last time before he moves the entire plane towards the runway.

Namjoon did his hardest to stay focused on the only thing he had to do, his mind was rushing with thoughts, each one interrupting the other, he has no idea how to start talking, hell he’s not even sure if you’re going to wait for him or not. He couldn’t fight the smile that’s slowly creeping on his face, it doesn’t go unnoticed by the copilot, he even smirks before asking Namjoon. “Is that your wife?”

The question robs the smile away from Namjoon’s face, and he finds himself cringing. “No.”

She could never live up to you, no offense to her. But she doesn’t put any effort in the way she looks, she never cared, in fact Namjoon doesn’t recall the last time he saw her styling her hair or putting on makeup. She’s unemployed since she’s taking care of Jay most of the time, but Namjoon opened a bank account for her so she can do whatever she wants or even buy something for herself. But she never did.

And you, gosh he doesn’t even know where to start. You’re just you.

The second you stepped foot on the plane and he saw you, he felt his stomach twist and his heart skipped a beat, he could feel a hint of tightness in his boxers as his body starts pumping blood everywhere. He really is happy to see you.

Meanwhile you’re in your seat less than an hour later as the flight attendants take their seats to prepare for landing, and you may seem biased when you admit that this was the smoothest landing ever. Namjoon must be really good.

People almost immediately rise from their seats to claim their luggage from the overhead bin, you grab your phone and turn off airplane mode, you’re welcomed to Ilsan with a few text messages from your mobile network, the moment you clear this notification you lift your face up to see the passengers beginning to exit the aircraft, and you spot Namjoon standing with the flight attendants and saying goodbye to the passengers one by one with a soft smile with his stupid dimple showing.

His eyes pierce to you between each passenger and he’s glad you actually stayed, he grabs his carryon from the bin above his head and puts it down on the floor before nodding to you.

You take it as a sign to get up and you do, throwing your bag over your shoulders and lowering your sunglasses down to cover your eyes, you walk towards him and you feel your body heat up the second he puts his hand on your lower back. “How was your flight?”

You look at him and roll your eyes at how cocky he’s getting and he lets out a soft laugh. “I’m just messing with you.” This motherfucker.

“What brings you to Ilsan?” He starts talking as you’re walking down the stairs of the plane, and you take a second to give him a blurry answer. “I’m here for work.”

“Work?” He asks as both of you make it inside the bus that’s driving you to the airport gate.

You look around the bus and it’s packed with people and there isn’t a single seat empty, you lean your back against the window near the door and you try finding a hand grip to hold onto, Namjoon leans both his palms behind you and nods. “Hold onto me, it’s okay.”

The smell of his cologne mixed with cigarettes wafts through your nose, you’re sandwiched between him and the window, and you’re surrounded by so many people that it’s physically impossible to push him. You look into his eyes to see him staring at your lips, your eyes wander lower to his neck to see his necklace.

It’s the necklace you saw on his neck the morning he left your place.

Your fingertips move towards his neck before you fish out the necklace from underneath the buttoned shirt. The look on your face makes his heart shatter, and even his heart melts when you breathed. “That’s your son.”

He looks down to your fingers and he touches the small necklace too, making both your fingertips touch, you feel his touch in a form of electric current and you lower your hand immediately. “That’s my son.” He whispers.

You study his face for a long second.

Despite the fact that he cheated and what he did was wrong on so many levels,  he looks like he totally regrets it, and he seems like he genuinely wants to make things right with you. You’re ready to hear him out.

“Alright.” You sigh and he smiles softly, tugging softly on the loose strand of your hair behind your ear.

The bus starts moving and you immediately hold onto his wrist for support, his smile goes wider before he grabs your hand into his, intertwining his fingers between yours which settles this weird feeling down in the pit of your stomach. What in hell is going on?

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He takes a step closer to you, the smell of his cologne getting stronger and chest barely brushing against yours. You remind yourself that this man lied to you once and you can’t just let him off the hook this easy.

It’s a five minute ride to the airport and it felt like five hours to you, you’re getting worried at how your body is reacting around this man.

You finally get to the airport and finish all your paperwork, he fishes out a pair of car keys and leads you to the parking lot.

“You’re renting?” You question him while buckling up and he shakes his head. “It’s my sister’s car.”

“Ah yes, you’re from Ilsan.” You remember that he told you this before and he nods, you lean down to take off your sneakers and socks off, you switch to the pair of heels you have in your bag, you can feel his eyes on you so you turn to look at him. “What?”

“Where are we going?” He asks, you show him the exact location that the conference was held in and he nods and starts driving, he doesn’t even bother opening maps or anything, he knows every alley in Ilsan. “How long are you staying here?”

“Namjoon, you’re the one who’s supposed to be talking.” You sounded too mean and he starts feeling pressured, his breath becoming slowly irregular. “Fine, fine.”

You look at him while he’s driving, he’s forming small sweat pebbles on his forehead and his grip around the steering wheel gets tighter. “I’m sorry.”

You’re fed up with how hesitant and scared he seems. “Yeah, I know, and?”

“I uhm.. I should have.. told you since day one.” He clears his throat. “What I did was really wrong and unfair to you.”

Your hand sits on your chest when you exclaim. “To me? You’re married, you should feel sorry for your wife.”

A frown sits on his face and he feels his blood pressure elevating by the second, he gets really irritated at the mention of her. “No, y/n, you don’t know anything.” You frown. “Enlighten me.”

He rubs his face and his jaw tenses, he opens his mouth to start talking, but he shakes his head instead and looks through the window. “For fucks sake Namjoon.” Your voice starts getting louder, he slams the steering wheel and finally bursts. “I’m miserable, okay?” He’s louder than you are.

“I’m fucking miserable, I’m not happy, and I’m lonely.” His chest heaves up, he runs his fingers through his hair before continuing. “My life is a fucking nightmare, y/n.”

You feel your heart clenching when his voice starts getting shaky. “It’s killing me.”

This man lied to you once and you don’t feel like you can trust him again, for all you know, he could be lying to you again. You’re unsure if the reasons he listed earlier are valid enough for him to cheat on his wife.

“I feel like shit for doing you wrong.” He stops the car on the side of the road and looks at you. “You have the right to be mad at me, I know I’m a terrible person.”

And right off the top of your head you ask him. “Is she not good to you?” Your voice comes out in a form of a whisper. He scoffs and shakes his head before looking down. “I’ve known her for years, but she still feels like a stranger..:”

You lose it when you see tears forming in his eyes. “We painted this fake image of us holding hands in front of people and smiling just so they think that we’re happy, but we’re not even an inch close to happy. I tried so hard to compromise but I got nothing in return, it was always me who has to work hard for this marriage and I got nothing. I thought that life just goes on and maybe that’s what all married couple are like, but no. I’ve made so many wrong decisions in my life but she was the worst ever.” His tears finally roll down on his cheek and he just sobs, gravity does its job and his tears fall onto his lap.

You’ve never seen a man this weak and vulnerable, you feel your heart squeezing at his state, he looked so firm and happy on the outside, he looked stable, but he was able to conceal it all very well, that must’ve drained him through those years.

You unbuckle your seatbelt and sit on your knees, you grab his head into your hands and brush his tears with your thumb softly before hugging him closer to you, he wraps his arms around you and speaks. “Imagine being silenced for years.” He pulls back, leaning his forehead against yours. “I’ve been through this nightmare for three fucking years and I couldn’t say a word to anyone about how fucking miserable I am.”

“Shh. It’s okay.” You whisper, cupping his jaw in your hands and tracing it with your thumb, you brush your nose against his and close your eyes. “I’m here.”

He grips onto your top with his fist and pulls back, “What?”

You feel the need to help him escape this, the man is clearly going through severe depression and he’s emotionally deprived from any act of affection or love. It’s not like you’re offering to love him, but you need to help him get back on his feet.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” You smile softly at him and offer him your hand, he locks his eyes into yours and grabs your hand pulling it closer to his face, he leans his head onto it and kisses it softly.

“Thank you.” He whispers while mirroring your smile. You giggle and adjust your seat. “We have to get back on the road Namjoon.”

He nods and turns the car back on before hitting the road again, you felt the need to explain to him the reason you’re in Ilsan and he ends up offering to attend the conference with you, actually no, he insisted on attending.

He parks in front of the building and both of you exit the car, he opens his carry on and manages to change just his top before entering the main hall.

“Miss y/l/n.” The head of the medical association approaches you while reaching his hand out to you, you shake his hand firmly and smile. “Lovely to see you Mr. Baek.”

“I’m so glad you got to be a speaker this year.” He smiles back, his eyes spotting Namjoon behind you, you pull back and put your hand behind Namjoon’s back, pushing him closer to you. “Let me introduce you, this is my friend Namjoon.”

“Nice to meet you.” Namjoon shakes his hand firmly before the old man speaks to you. “It’s lovely for you to have support, we’re all so proud of you.”

“Thank you.” You smile before hooking your arm around Namjoon’s. “Pardon us.”

Even when you just introduced Namjoon as your friend, he’s not used to being touched like that in public because he was never touched like that in the first place.

-

Speaking in front of a huge crowd was never a big deal for you, your lecture was interesting to begin with and your powerful personality made a strong presence on stage, you almost forgot that Namjoon was between the crowd watching you with his jaw slightly open.

The second you stepped on that stage he felt… Euphoric.

He listens to every single word that comes out of your lips attentively even when you’re using complicated medical terms, he scans your body language and your hand movements and he swears he hasn’t been this impressed by a woman before.

He’s proud of you.

You’re the woman he’s always imagined having in his dreams, he was quite the ambitious person himself and he had so many goals he wanted to achieve but his personal life always stood in the way.

He finds himself charged when he’s around you and not only sexually, he’s suddenly in a better mood and his brain and body function better, he finds himself way less anxious than when he’s around his family, although he should feel this way around his son too, but your aura is totally different.

His heart skips a beat again when your eyes meet in the middle of your lecture and you smile softly at him as if he’s the one who needs support. He finds your smile contagious and he gives you one back with a soft nod, he’s really proud of you.

You finally end your lecture and they applaud you, you know you did great. You bow your head and get off the stage to be welcomed by a few colleagues who shake your hand and make small talk with you about how good your lecture and where your sources were from, they even ask you a couple questions about your topic.

You got offered two jobs on the spot in two different hospitals around the republic but you were kind enough to refuse, the hospital you currently worked at is the hospital that helped you get where you currently are.

You thank them and make your way back to your chair, Namjoon gets up on his feet and grabs your hand into his. “You were great.”

“I know, thank you.” You grin when he pulls you closer for a soft kiss on your cheek, he pulls your chair back for you to sit next to him, and both of you sit back to listen for the rest of the conference.

It’s a couple hours later, Namjoon is driving you back to the airport while you’re on your phone texting your friends on your group chat, they had planned a dinner to celebrate you tonight, so Taehyung was supposed to pick you up from the airport since he already lives close to it.

“Can’t you please stay for tonight?” He manages to turn his head towards you for a split second while he’s driving, you lock your phone and put it down before you speak. “I’m supposed to meet my friends for dinner and I’m on call tomorrow morning.”

His shoulders sulk in disappointment and a sigh escapes his nose, his eyes are now focused on the road and it’s clearly showing that he wants to be around you more, which kicks your ego up to the top.

At the same time he doesn’t argue and he doesn’t insist, he just wants to give you your own space so he won’t pressure you, you chuckle before running your fingers to the back of his head, scratching his scalp with your nails. “You know I can see you back in Seoul.”

You know your hand drives him crazy and you could care less If you crash, you want to leave him edged and thirsty for more and you like it. His eyelids starts to feel heavy and he fights it so hard to stay focused on the road. “It’s just that..” He breathes, your fingers move down to scratch his neck, he swallows before he proceeds. “.. I wanted us to be alone and away together.”

You take a long breath before you retrieve your hand back onto your lap, you’re not going to give him what he wanted immediately. You did offer your help but you didn’t forget about the terrible lie he played on you. So he deserves to be denied for the mean time. “If that’s your way of inviting me to bed than save it.” You smirk. He lets out a quiet laugh and stretches his hand to sit on your inner thigh, his fingers squeezing your covered flesh softly and stroking it, “Fine, I deserve to be punished after all.” He bites on his lip.

“Good boy. I’m glad you’re aware of that.” You managed to play the role of the tough cookie but you can’t deny that his touch is doing wonders to you, the warmth of his hand against your covered skin and his soft strokes gives you flashbacks of that night you spent together, and the other nights where you made him cum just by hearing your voice.

You finally get to the airport and he turns off the car in the parking lot, he looks at you while unbuckling his belt. “Are you sure you don’t have the time?”

“The gate is already open Namjoon.” You look at the time on your wrist, you unbuckle your seat belt and fish out your documents from the bag. “Thank you for keeping me company.”

“I’ll see you back in Seoul?” He coaxed, you giggle and take your time to answer with a slow nod. “I’ll see you back in Seoul.”

He leans in and you think he’s going to kiss you on the cheek, but he moves further down to brush the tip of his nose against the pulse of your neck, he takes a long inhale through his nose, collecting whatever he can of your smell which arouses him, he closes his eyes and whispers. “I can’t say it enough, but I’m truly sorry.”

You clear your throat before you move your hand up to his jaw and caress it with your thumb. “I know you are.”

He keeps his face buried in your neck for a couple seconds before he pulls back and locks his eyes with yours, you see the face you saw earlier this morning, apologetic and full with regret.

“I have to go.” Your faces are extremely close that he feels your hot breath hit his glistening lips, he nods and fully pulls back to collect his phone and keys. “Come on, let me walk you inside.”

-

“I don’t know if we say this enough y/n, but we’re totally proud of you. We’re always there for you and we’ve got your back, we truly love you.” Taehyung lifts his glass of champagne up on the air before all you clink your glasses together. “To y/n.”

You sip some of your drink and put it down before Yoongi starts. “So how was your trip?”

“It was quite chill, it’s my first time on a business class, other than that everything went great, I also got a few job offers.” You slowly nod your head. Yoongi sips more of his drink and lifts up an eyebrow. “I heard some stuff from Jungkook.”

You snap your head towards the youngest who’s totally avoiding eye contact with you, his face flushing at the sudden mention of his name.

After all, what were you expecting? Seokjin told Hoseok, and Hoseok spoke in front of Jungkook, and now Yoongi is discussing this around the table where not only your friends are sitting, but also a couple of their partners.

And by the looks of it, his wife already know since she’s studying your face and waiting for confirmation.

Do they just go around talking to each other about you? Your hookup with Namjoon will haunt you for the rest of your life.

“Yeah it’s true.” You spit out, “Namjoon’s married?” Jimin asks and your eyes almost fall out from their sockets, as far as you remember, he knows you hooked up with someone, but not with Namjoon specifically.

“He’s married?” Taehyung dramatically drops his fork which makes you roll your eyes. “I actually saw him in Ilsan.”

Your statement was followed by a complete silence around the table, you feel everyone’s eyes on you as they’re waiting for you to elaborate, you clear your throat and open your mouth. “Relax, we didn’t go together, he was flying that plane.”

You realize that they still don’t know what he does when they look at you like you said something in a foreign language that they don’t understand. Hoseok turns his body fully towards you. “Flying the plane? Like fly fly?” He blinks repeatedly.

“He’s an aircraft pilot.” You take a sip from your champagne and you clearly see Mia and Jade, Taehyung’s girlfriend, swoon over the man, you nod with a smirk. “I know right?”

“And did you talk?” Seokjin hesitates, leaning his elbows on the table and closer towards you so he can hear you better. You nod. “Mhm. He apologized and I guess we’re okay now.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to see him again.” Taehyung whines. “You can’t be the mistress.”

Taehyung’s words woke some sense in you and you actually admit that you cannot be the mistress. You scold yourself because you shouldn’t have let him off the hook that easily and offer him closeness immediately.

You jump in your seat when your phone buzzes and speaking of the devil, it’s him.

“Call me when you’re home.”

“I miss hearing ur voice.”

A knot sits between your eyebrows and you actually leave him on read. You are not going to reply to him and that’s it. You lock your phone and put it back in your purse. “I’m not going to be the mistress.” You firmly say, and you cross your arms above your chest.

-

It’s later in the night, you had already finished your dinner with your friends that night and headed back home, you showered and put on a face mask, and went to bed really early since you’re on call in the morning.

A little past midnight, your phone vibrates repeatedly and you think it’s work because they usually call for consult during the night when you’re at home. But it’s Namjoon again.

“can I call you?”

“I’m at the hotel room”

“I’m flying back to seoul in the morning”

“I’m so glad I got to see you today”

Your fingers hover above the screen and you purse your lips, debating whether you should answer or not, but again Taehyung’s words echo in your head, which makes you quickly turn off the wifi when you see him typing, you lock your phone and put it on your nightstand.

Oh so you’re going to ghost him now?

You don’t hesitate for a second, you fall back asleep in a snap of a finger.

Meanwhile, Namjoon is freshly out of the shower, his hair dropping small pebbles of water on his neck and back, his phone is in his hand and he’s getting concerned of the fact that you’re not replying to his texts.

He actually saw it coming, and he knows you’re not going to reply to his texts or ghost him for some time, of course he’s not going to pressure you to answer, so he just puts his phone down and lies down flat on his bed. He knows he deserves the punishment.

He’s in Ilsan but he doesn’t always stay at his parents. Since he’s there partially for work, the aviation he works at provides him a room at the airport hotel, so he just stays there before he flies back to the capital.

-

To say you wake up cranky the next day is an understatement, your period started today and your tummy and back are killing you, and your headache is getting stronger by the second.

Hoseok who decided on picking you up to and from work today has been blabbering since you stepped foot in the car and you’re waiting for him to stop talking.

“Men actually love it when women are mean with them, don’t over think stuff with that man, I remember once I hooked up with a girl and I was planning on not calling her the next day, she wasn’t that special and she wasn’t really worth the shot, but I swear the minute she started being mean with me I liked her a lot better.” He even laughs and your face falls inside your palm, you could beg him to shut up.

“When she started being nice to me I got the ick and totally blocker her number, it’s just how the world works you know, and I’m not-“

“Hobi please.” You snap. “Shh.”

And the man sulks with a pout on his face, you’re not even sorry, you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today and your body isn’t giving you a break. You could’ve called for a day off but no one wanted to switch shifts with you.

The moment you step foot into the department, the nurses actually give you a few meds to help you go through your shift, it was hectic that day.

You grab your phone a few hours later and finally turn back on the wifi, Namjoon sent one text early in the morning, which is probably right before he headed to work.

“i hope ur okay, take care.”

Your fingers hover over the screen and you decide on messaging him back even when you don’t want to.

“fly safe J”

 Your heart beats faster when he reads the message seconds later, you’re about to lock your phone but he’s calling you, and you can’t just ignore his call when you just texted him.

You wait a couple seconds later and finally answer him. “Kim Namjoon.”

He lets out a low grunt before laughing, you can’t see him, but he’s in bed stretching, he’s sleeping on his right side with his phone under his ear, his eyes immediately shut close when he hears his name. “Good morning.” His voice deep and sleepy, also low so he cannot be heard.

Fuck, he’s not helping you keeping your hands to yourself when he does that.

“Did you miss your flight or what?” You grab your white coat and make your way out of the emergency department to take your call. He breathes into his phone and speaks. “No, my flight was early in the morning, I’m in Seoul now.”

You can’t help but ask, even when you really know that it’s inappropriate and really none of your business, you even stutter. “Is she there?” And it comes out as a whisper. You’re really asking him about his wife.

It takes him a few seconds to process the question, uncertain whether he should actually answer the truth or not. Because she’s home and in the next room, if he was an octave louder he would be heard.

Although he did promise himself that he won’t lie to you, so he answers. “Yes.”

Your heart clenches and no matter how hard you think you’re going to accept it, it’s just really hard to digest.

You clear your throat and bite on your nails, and as if he can see you, he laughs quietly and whispers back. “I wanted to say this to you face to face, but you have to know, whether you showed up in my life or not, I would’ve gotten the divorce any way, so don’t worry.”

Namjoon never knew what it felt like to be taken care of or shown love, and neither did you, you’ve never been in an exclusive relationship with anyone before. Of course you’re loved by your family and friends, but someone actually offering you affection and care who is neither a family nor a friend feels weirdly good.

It’s like the missing piece in your life that you just realized you needed.

But still it feels concerning when Namjoon talks about you like that, and you actually spit it out to seek for an answer so you won’t have to overthink it. “Come on Joon, it was just a one time hookup, why are you talking like it’s more than that.” You even fake a laugh to make it sound nicer than you truly mean.

And he just blurts it out. “Because it is more than just a hook up,”  And he can sense that your tension over the phone is increasing, you realize you’ve been holding your breath for a second before he speaks with an audible smirk on his lips. “Come on y/n, we both know it’s more than just a hook up.”

It slightly irritates you at how smug he sounds, you scoff before speaking. “Wow you surely sound confidant about that. I hate to break it to you, but really, it’s not true.”

“Okay.” He’s totally not convinced, you hear him muffling under the blanket in his bed. “I’ve been thinking about you the entire night.”

Now it’s your turn to make his life a little harder. “And did you make yourself cum?” He takes a long breath before he hums. “I made myself cum when I imagined the way I wanted to please you, y/n.”

You’re ashamed at the way your body reacts, even when you’re on your period, your body acts upon his words and your face flushes, you press your thighs together to ease the increasing heat between your legs.

What he just said suddenly filled a certain void inside you that you never knew existed, you’ve always wanted a man seek after your own pleasure.

Even when you absolutely enjoy the dirty talk, and even when it makes your cunt tingle, you still manage to ask him. “Hm, so I guess you called just to ease your morning wood?”

You doubt the fact that this man thinks before he talks, he sounds so convincing and genuine when he replies so fast. “Just so you know, I don’t just see you in that way.”

Of course you’re going to doubt that, but he’s is in fact serious, he does think you’re insanely attractive and really good in bed that it makes him sometimes wonder how you’re still single, but on the other hand, he finds your job and your lifestyle very interesting and attractive, it’s been a month since you guys first met at the club, he thinks he knows enough to really fancy you, but when he attended your lecture and saw how successful you are at what you do, it made him see a totally different version of you.

“Whatever Namjoon, I need to hang up.” You sit up from the bench, he doesn’t hesitate when he asks. “Do you have any plans for tonight?”

You actually have nothing planned for tonight, but you know you’re going to be kicked in the ass from your current shift and you’re also on your period. “Maybe.”

You can hear him stretching, he lets out a low grunt before he speaks again “I feel the need to take you somewhere, that’s if you don’t mind of course.”

You cross your arms over your chest. “Somwhere?”

“I know a wine tasting tour held today, it’s on the outskirts though and there’s a huge farm there and it’s the harvest season, so we can actually go and check out the entire process, If you want to of course.” He seems excited when he’s speaking, still making sure he isn’t heard by the other two living under his roof.

You’re intrigued, your mind wants to say yes so badly, but your body is barely holding on for work. “I can’t today, I’m not feeling well.”

He shifts in his bed before he sits up. “Oh no, are you okay?” His voice coming out so soft and sweet, you try to stifle a grin but you can’t, and he actually hears it through the phone when you speak. “Oh my back hurts, that’s all.”

“Do you want me to come over?”

Screw you Kim Taehyung for saying those words, they still echo in your head and for a split second you shrug it off, fuck it, your body is aching for Namjoon and you’re a little ashamed to admit it.

“Yeah, I mean-“ You bite hard on your poor lower lip before you realize that even if he showed up, there’s nothing to do when it’s your time of the month. “Sure, come over.”

-

Namjoon finally leaves his room after he finished his call with you, Jay was crying his lungs out and he was on the floor throwing a tantrum, and his wife is nowhere to be seen.

“Daddy.” Jay stretches his arms up when he sees his father which makes Namjoon’s heart melt, he kneels down and holds his son closer to his chest, rubbing the back of his head softly. “Daddy’s here, what’s the matter?” He kisses his forehead softly. “Why are you crying?”

“Mommy won’t give me my ice cream.” He cries even louder and his father barely understands a word. Finally she gets out of the kitchen and starts picking up the little toys from the floor, “Jay how many times did I tell you, crying will not get you the ice cream.”

And the little toddler’s crying is loud and he starts kicking his legs, Namjoon holds him closer and smothers his tiny faces with kisses. “Shh, it’s okay.”

He turns to shoot a glare at the demon picking up the toys, he actually feels nauseated when she’s around, and ever since he met you, he just can’t look at her, so he forces himself at the second. “Why won’t you give him his ice cream?”

Jay is Namjoon’s only point of weakness, he cannot stand seeing him want something or crave something without getting him whatever he wants, he’d give him the world if  he asked and he’s willing to sacrifice anything for him, that all makes Jay adore his daddy.

“He didn’t finish his bowl of cereal and he even spilled it.” She throws the bag of toys down in the corner of the room, “No ice cream and no toys for the whole day.”

“He’s a baby, playing is all he’s got to do, you can’t just punish him like that.” Namjoon sternly speaks before standing up, still carrying his child.

“But daddy, I was too full and I said sorry.” Jay hugs his daddy tighter while wiping his own tears, “No you’re not going to get anything before you have your breakfast.” She approaches the little one and grabs him, Jay cries loud again and holds onto his father for dear life.

It aches Namjoon’s heart when he sees his child like that, he turns away and uses his palm to gently stop his wife from approaching them again. “Let me deal with this, he’s my child too.” He frowns before he goes to Jay’s bedroom and puts him down on his bed, he kneels down and cups his cheeks. “It’s okay baby, mommy wasn’t wrong, you can’t have your ice cream before breakfast,”

“But the bowl was too big, I’m full.” Jay rubs his eyes, his crying finally coming to an end, but the child is still sad. “Hmm, don’t you wanna be tall and big like daddy?” Namjoon pokes his son’s nose softly, “It’s okay you don’t have to finish your breakfast today, but I’ll tell you a secret,” He even whispers and inches closer to his son, a smile already starting to creep on Jay’s face when he’s enjoying the tiniest interaction with his father.

“We’ll go get you ice cream, but we cannot tell mommy, she’s not invited to our ice cream party.” And Jay looks at his father and it breaks Namjoon’s heart to see his son broken and crying over some stupid ice cream.

“Who were you talking to earlier?” She asks and gain’s his attention, she standing near the door frame with her arms crossed over her chest, he looks at her and wonders for a second when was the last time this woman showered?

He turns to his son’s closet and picks out a pair of sneakers. “Let’s get you dressed.”

“Who were you talking to?” Her voice gets louder and Namjoon doesn’t even flinch, he’s used to her being crazy and asking useless questions, he gets back on his knees and helps his son with his shoes. “Why do you care?” He asks, not looking back at her again.

“Just so you know, your son has been crying the entire morning asking for you, and he didn’t finish eat breakfast because you were too busy being on your phone.” She’s blabbering and even her son ignores her and asks his father. “Can I bring  mister broccoli with me?”

Mister broccoli was a stuffed toy that Namjoon got as a gift for Jay when he took his first flight ever with his father, the little one is extremely attached to this toy specifically and he wouldn’t let any of his cousins touch it.

Namjoon nods eagrly. “Go get him.”

Jay runs back to the living room and Namjoon rolls his eyes before he looks at his wife one last time. “I would appreciate it if you try and not pick an argument in front of him.” He cannot stand this woman.

She scoffs, “At least try and be a good father, try and be there for your son. He cried all night.”

Namjoon hates being called a bad parent, he isn’t. He finds himself gritting on his teeth and his heartbeat pounds faster in his chest. “Oh trust me, I’m a better parent than you are.”

Jay’s presence back in the room that eases Namjoon down immediately, even though he guaranteed divorce, but still he has to contain himself in front of his son, last week’s incident was a tough lesson for him.

“Daddy can I put mister broccoli in the back seat with me? I also want him to wear the seat belt.” Jay’s playful tone makes Namjoon mouth twitch in a smile, he nods and prints small soft kisses all over his son’s face. “I’ll let you put the seat belt for him, deal?”

Namjoon’s been flying nonstop and he’s very tired and he needs to catch some sleep to make it up for the nights he stayed up at work, he’s very exhausted but he can never say no to his son.

He grabs Jay’s tiny hands and leaves the place, leaving the woman behind him fuming. They get down to the car and Namjoon even gives Jay the key to unlock the car, and the little one is staring at his father with heart eyes, he always tried his best to give him anything he wishes for.

Namjoon opens the back door and puts mister broccoli next to the car seat, he teaches his son how to buckle the seat belt and Jay ends up doing it on his own, Namjoon gets this cute aggression around his son that he grabs his face tightly and sucks his cheek into a kiss. He can do it forever.

He finally helps Jay get into his car seat and buckles him up, before they head to their ice cream date.

-

Your shift is finally over by the afternoon, you hand over everything to the team on the next shift and you call a cab home, you were near breaking down and balling your eyes out, nothing major really, you’re just hormonal and tired.

Hoseok was supposed to drive you back home but you instantly regret it when he calls you from the court and says that he needs an hour to be there because something was scheduled urgently today.

You get home and take your clothes off, instant relief when you ditch the fabric off of your skin on a hot summery day, you change into your pajamas and head to the kitchen to turn on the kettle for tea, you don’t usually get that big of an appetite when you’re on your period so food is the last thing you consider making, your doorbell rings and you head to check the cameras, it’s the man you told to come over, the man you’ve been waiting for.

You unlock the door and a warm breeze of air immediately wafts through the entrance carrying the smell of his musky perfume, “Hey, Come in.” You tilt your head inviting him to come on in inside, and the second he steps foot inside your house he inhales, the smell feels nostalgic to him even when he’s been here only once.

Your place has this distinctive smell, it smells clean and fresh, a hint of fruitiness to it, your diffuser is always on so it always smells good, and Namjoon has picked up the hint of the floral scent you spray your furniture with, and also picked up your smell. Your odor is engraved into his head and he can smell it even when it’s layers away or even miles away, he finds it arousing.

He enters the house and hands you a small grocery bag that’s been sitting in his hands. “Are you okay? You look tired.” He steps closer to you and tugs your hair behind your ear.

“I’m fine, what’s that?” You open the bag to check out what’s inside, your heart melts when you see that he actually put in the effort to buy you pain killers, a heating pad and chocolates, even when you already have every item in your household. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.” A genuine smile creeps on your face and he smiles back at you before pinching your cheek softly, you inch closer to him and give him a soft peck on his dimple that leaves him blushing, but hardly noticeable though.

“Come on, let’s get you into bed.” He takes off his shoes and you see him walking inside, again even when he’s been here once, he knows this place like the back of his hand, you know that he’s comfortable around you even when the two of you haven’t known each other for long, he feels familiar and he feels close.

You walk into your bedroom and he follows you, he takes a quick scan at your room and he can tell that you’ve been in bed and you’re planning to spend the rest of your day in bed even when he’s here, nothing sexual planned at all though.

“Do you want me to help you with the heating pad?” He’s standing so close behind you that you feel his breath his your neck, you swallow and exhale with a shiver running through your spine, you nod softly and fish out the heating pad from the bag, “On my back please.”

“Okay.” He softly speaks before going down on both of his knees, you grab your top and pull it up for him to have better access, and he opens the wrapper and takes the pad out, he prints the softest kiss on your lower back right by the end of your tatted spine before he sticks the pad onto it and pulls your top back down. “There you go.”

You could swear he kissed your pain away, or it’s probably the endorphin rushing through your entire body when you saw him at your doorstep.

“Make yourself at home, I need to make tea first.” You’re about to turn but his hands sit on your hips, putting a soft amount of pressure, he presses his lips against your shoulder for a little kiss and whispers. “It’s okay, get in bed, I’ll make you tea.” He even kisses the same spot again before heading to the kitchen.

What is he doing to you?

You get to take a quick glance of his back when he’s leaving the room and you feel your face heat up, your hand sits on your cheek and you try to ease your quickening breath, you never felt this way towards anyone and it feels different, your stomach is pinching you and you’re unsure if it’s the cramps or what?

You’re worried for a second, you don’t know if he’s doing this because he wants to, or because he’s trying to get you into bed again? You know he’s in a miserable marriage so he might just do everything because there’s a benefit for him.

You make your way to your bed and you hear his footsteps coming closer and your heart races again at his aura, he enters the room with a cup of tea in one hand, and the box of pain killers in the other one, he approaches your side of the bed and rests the cup onto the nightstand before handing you a pill from the box, you look at him in the face and you tilt your head, his eyes lift up and lock into yours.

For a long moment both of you are studying each other.

You were never able to find out people’s intentions right away, you are very smart and really wit, you sometimes make assumptions that turn out to be true just out of coincidence. But Kim Namjoon was too difficult to read, well at least to you.

Or maybe he is easy to read, but after you found out that he masked his misery and his years long marriage, it became difficult for you to really find out what were his intentions. You appreciate what he’s trying to do, but you don’t know why he’s doing it.

You actually consider introducing him to your friends just because they know how men think and what are their real intentions, Taehyung can easily judge people and he was never wrong.

As for him.

His eyes travel between yours, then move down to your nose and lips, up to the loose strand of your hair that’s tickling your jaw, he feels drawn to you in ways he cannot explain, and if he wants to reflect on the overall situation, he easily admits that he changed after he met you, you changed him, he’s a better version of himself when he’s around you, he’s looking at you and memorizing every single detail on your face, you’re not like her, you’re not like any of them women.

Actually it’s way easier than you think, Namjoon was too easy to read, if you just stop the over thinking for a second and see the way he stares at you, you could easily tell that the man is developing something for you, let’s just call it a crush for the mean time, you don’t know the effect you have on this man.

“Thank you.” You grab the pill into your mouth and chase it with water before pulling the blanket over your body, he stands up and takes his shirt off, after all, it was really warm that day.

And goodness you forgot how big this man is, you immediately look away because you know your body gets way too excited at the thought of Namjoon naked. And you also hate to admit it, but your sex drive is usually on fire on your first day of your period.

“You can sleep if you want to, I’m here if you needed anything.” He walks to the other side of the bed and lies down next to you.

You simply nod, maybe he was right when he told you this morning that this is more than just a hookup.

Minutes later, you close your eyes but you’re not asleep, he probably thinks you are, but you can’t, you open one eye and look at him, he’s lying on his back with one arm behind his head and his phone in the other hand, he’s reading something, clearly a book. His eyelids feel heavy and he puts down the phone on the night stand next to him before he adjusts in bed and falls asleep while hugging a pillow.

And suddenly you feel this flood of emotions wash through your entire body, and you feel bad for the man, a smart good looking sensitive man whose desperate to feel loved and touched after all these years, he’s practically a virgin even when he isn’t.

You huff and hide your face under the blanket, you cannot believe that you actually validate his reasons and give him the right to cheat, you even start thinking that him cheating should be worth it.

He’s a human being with feelings, and you feel like you can offer him some of his needs.

You crawl closer and pull the blanket over his body, you even grab the pillow away from him and hold onto his wrist to and put it around your waist, he’s not in deep sleep yet, so he opens his eyes for a second and processes the fact that you’re going to sleep in his arms, he tightens the grip around and pulls you even closer to him whilst whispering in your ear. “Do you want me to get you anything? Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” You bury your face into his neck and both of you fall asleep in a click of a button.

It’s almost like both of you felt safe enough to go into deep sleep when you’re around each other.

You don’t know yet, or maybe you do but won’t admit, but you’re developing something for him too.

[saintslewis]

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐀: 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 🪩

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem oc; Nadia Hamilton

summary: social media posts from the most recent chapter! <3

warnings: twitter environment, cussing

saint’s team radio 🎀: 2 for the price of 1 😝. did not mean to take so long so here’s a little gift 🫶🏽

pic credit: pinterest and ig!

fc: @/unclewaffles_ on ig

plastic off the sofa: chapter 7

renaissance: the masterlist

Twitter!

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nadiahamilton versace x dua lipa.

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pinned!

nadiahamilton guys my back tat looks so delicious

loriharvey YOU’RE JOKING? NADIA

nadiahamilton hello 🤭

user and what if this causes my hospitalisation?

dualipa i was so lucky to see this in person

nadiahamilton thank you for such an amazing show!

versace 💗

lilymhe i fainted a couple of times

arianagrande WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU JUST WAKE UP AND LOOK LIKE THIS

nadiahamilton i don’t, i swear 😭

kehlani can your man fight

haileybieber you look like a dream 🥹

user whatever your affirmations were, hand them over!

sza that ass is SITTING

francisca.cgomes i am begging for one chance

alexandrasaintmleux me too omg

user i don’t think you understand what you’ve done now

nataliatheedon you’re actually unreal WHAT

latto777 it’s actually so unfair that he gets you to himself

iamcardib like it’s actually pissing me off rn

amaraonmars this is insanity. do it again

jackharlow oh you was serious

user white boy, what are you talking abt? 🤨

user probably something at the party

user and dare i ask who took the photos….

user there could only be one selfish man who did this

user not you calling him selfish 😭😭😭

lewishamilton had to take a breather

charlottieee we’ll give you your pump, grandpa

fencer THIS IS SO CRAZY???

nataliatheedon CHARLOTTE YOU CAN’T SAY THAT 😭

lewishamilton hi mrs hamilton

nadiahamilton hi 🤭

user they had to remind y’all REAL QUICK

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nadiahamilton hello monaco! (can we pls focus on how good he looked)

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user publicly thirsting over him, aren’t you embarrassed?

user girl that’s her husband…..

carmenmmundt we need to get together like that soon, it was so much fun!

lilymhe i felt like i was in a chick flick

francisca.cgomes not when you tripped and your ice cream fell ‼️

alexandrasaintmleux kika let’s be nice but YES tinkerbell, i need another girl’s day or else i will combust

user YOUR SHIRT??????

nadiahamilton super cute right?

user it’s so iconic!!!!

user nadia liked and favourited an edit of mine, just wanted to flex 🙏

user now why would you expose that girl’s secret like that (share the edit)

nataliatheedon monaco isn’t a real place, hope that helps!

nadiahamilton if i were you, i’d keep quiet 🫵🏽

nataliatheedon 😧

user i have the slightest feeling that you can cook, can you?

nadiahamilton yes?

user since no one is talking about it, yes he looked so good that day Nadia

nadiahamilton THANK YOU LIKE SOMETHING WAS IN THE AIR THAT DAY

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f1femmepost bumping into nadiahamilton was the highlight of our Monaco Grand Prix weekend! Tell us what your favourite interview moments were!

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user “is this one of those tiny mics?? I LOVE TINY MICS”

user “i promise you, go up to one of these white people and they will give you a paddock pass. i’ve seen it.”

user “sorry i gotta fix my nose ring hold up”

user “there are days where he sounds incredibly british and it’s just so interesting to hear.” “but he is-” “and that’s what makes it better!”

user “these are my ladies, those drivers couldn’t stand a CHANCE!”

user a dog and its owner walk by: “omg look at it, i wanna squeeze that dog.”

user “i won’t hold you, i’m craving a big ass bowl of pasta rn.”

user *sings in the most angelic voice you’ve ever heard*

user “i’ll never stop being a teacher, it’s so much fun.”

user “if you’ve got extremely blue eyes, do not stare at people, it’s so scary. i’m talking about you, pierre gasly.”

user “omg you’re craving cupcakes? let’s go get them!”

user “you like that bag from gucci? let’s go get it.”

user “i love laying on the floor so much.”

f1femmepost because of all these posts, we love Nadia Hamilton so much! 🫶🏽

saint’s notes 🎀: this took so long yoh, hope you enjoyed!

[oxymorayuri]

Hiii i read the acex reader i dont remember the title but its the one where she was the revolver?

I wanted to request more parts for it please BCS THE WAY U WRITE IT ITS SO CAPTIVATING I CANT

So yes thats all i wanted PLEASE DO CONSIDER 🙏

It will get me through my exams 😔🔫

❞𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬❝

Part two

If you haven't read the first part yet, you can find it here or the overview. ♡♡♡

✦ Pairing: Portgas D. Ace x Reader ✦ Warnings: cussing/language, suggestive content ✦ Spoiler: none

A/N: Aw that is so cute! You know what? Why not? I really fell in love with the revolver too. I had to think of something to continue it but see for yourself, I hope you like it sweetie. PS: I hope everything goes well with your studies <3

wordcount: 2488

! ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ !

ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: Ivan Imros

Everything before your eyes appears as if you're looking through a curtain. Time passes more slowly, every touch seems both intense and unreal, but you feel the desire.

There is nothing but desire... the thirst for more.

Light as a feather, you feel as if you are not even in control of your body. But that's not a problem. You enjoy every second, no matter how blurred everything seems to you.

Perhaps because you know that it is nothing more than just a desire. Your movements are rhythmic and you try to intensify the feeling with every thrust, but there are limits to how much you can feel.

Your options are small but you are grateful for what is in front of you.

You can dimly see the lust shining in Ace's eyes, while barely feeling his hands on your hips as they guide you into bliss. Your mind is constantly shifting between lucid yet dazed and one moment you are riding him while the next his lips are caressing yours.

Full of pleasure you close your eyes, your voice says 'more' but you don't feel your lips moving and although your eyes are closed, it gets brighter and brighter behind your eyelids…

You groan in annoyance as you pull the covers over your head. Damn that sucks. This isn't the first dream you've had about Ace, but it's never been as intense as this one.

You cannot escape the images of the things that happened between you and you keep dreaming about that night on the beach. A whole week has passed since then and you and Ace are far from what you could have become and whose fault is it?

Yep, yours.

The angry wiggle in bed gets you nowhere, but you are so annoyed by the situation that you have to let it out.

After your fit of rage, you look up at the ceiling of your room in defeat. Slight dark circles adorn your face because it takes half an eternity for your brain to finally shut up. You don't even want to think about Ace and when you are surrounded by complete silence, his face automatically appears before your eyes. You've spent a few nights tossing and turning in your bed because every time you close your eyes you see him. No matter how tired you were, you couldn't get a wink of sleep.

You tousle your hair. Your ego is so big that you would rather die than approach Ace.

You wonder why you reacted the way you did. After your night, you woke up alone in your room and even though you didn't expect him to be lying next to you, you wished for it.

Loneliness engulfed you and as lonely as you felt, the more you didn't want him to get near you. You felt so available and that's a pretty strange feeling for you… Would it have been different if you had woken up next to him?

You'll never know.

As usual you gave him the cold shoulder but this time you had an additional reason... but somehow you feel a bit childish about it now.

Your thoughts are spinning around. What is your reason anyway? The answer seems to secretly pile up inside you and that makes you nervous.

Should you really have reacted like this? You haven't said a single word to each other. Okay, you haven't said a single word to him… At least he tried, you have to give him that, but after 3 days he had given up. He just leaves you alone and doesn't even get on your "nerves" like before. Nothing nada

Somewhat sadly, you pull your knees towards you and put your head down. You can only blame yourself.

You idiot!

If it wasn't for Jozu, you would probably never have come out of your cabin. He actually managed to get you out of the room.

Well, he more or less dragged you out. He just barged into your room, came up to you without saying a word and grabbed you by the neck. You noticed him, but you didn't have the strength in your bones to really react.

Somewhat belatedly you grab him by his bulky arm but every attempt is in vain and when you realized, that he wanted to leave your room with you, all alarm bells rang in your head.

Like a wild animal, you tried to escape from his grip but no matter how much you scratched him or how hard you hissed, he wouldn't budge. You feisty thing. Without paying the slightest attention to you, he brought you onto the deck and although you were brought here rather roughly, he set you down on the ground with care.

"Touch me like that again and…!!!!!" You are caught off guard when your mouth is suddenly covered with tape; you hadn't expected that. You can only grumble in anger and your eyebrows furrow up furiously as you look up at your commander.

"Hah your stare can't do anything to me you stupid ass!" He makes fun of you while he ties your arms and legs and you have no chance to resist.

The big man took a step back as he watched you wobble pathetically back and forth. You try to free yourself because you are beginning to feel that you are in a critical situation.

Your strength returns and the ropes loosen. Jozu doesn't hesitate any longer and immediately ties you up completely from head to toe, which looks ridiculous. Like a mummy, with only your head free, he leaned you against the ship's mast.

From behind you, you hear Ace apparently going through something similar as you and suddenly he is thrown to the ground in front of you by Marco. He wasn't set down as gently as you were, and with a pained look he rubs his cheek, which has just kissed the ground.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Confused, he looks at the men in front of him who just look down at him with stern expressions and folded arms. Jozu's eyes wandered over to you and Ace's eyes followed his. With shock written all over his face, he looked at you with widened eyes.

Without commenting, he looked back at the two commanders and then Marco broke the silence.

"What have you done Ace." Marco's voice seemed a little threatening. Astonishment spread across Ace's face.

"ME?" Startled, he pointed his own finger at his chest. "I have done NOTHING!" He defends himself with a slightly raised voice.

You want to laugh out loud but the tape stops you.

"I don't know what happened between you, but one thing is clear and that is that the two of you have something to sort out!" Jozu lays out the facts.

"You're so wrapped up in your thoughts that you're constantly setting yourself on fire and even if it doesn't hurt you, it's affecting the people around you." His gaze went to you as he noticed your muffled laughter. "And you? We don't even need to talk about you, y/n. But let me refresh your memory. First you shouted at Ace, then you didn't say a word to ANYONE and then you didn't come out of your room for two whole DAYS!!!" The commander breathes in and out, somewhat exhausted.

You weren't even aware that you were behaving outrageously, but now that Jozu has reminded you, you can't deny it. Ace is bothering you and you are bothering him.

Marco touches his forehead, somewhat distraught.

"Listen, if Newgate gets wind of this, he'll talk to you… is that what you want?!" You both shake your heads in panic at the same time.

"I thought so." - "Ace, you were last with y/n that night and she's been so nasty ever since. Did something happen between you?" Jozu interjects.

He exhales a little helplessly and drops his shoulders.

"hahhh, I don't know… I thought we had a good time but the next day everything was different than I thought and that's why I wanted to talk to her to find out what I did wrong!" He turns to you and for the first time you see a look on his face that you never expected to see. He looks angry with a hint of confusion.

"But SHE doesn't want to talk!" he points his finger at you like a child. Offended, you grimace. Luckily, the tape is stuck to your lips because no matter what you would have said, it wouldn't have made any sense anyway. You're so irrational that you don't even recognize yourself.

The two standing men looked at each other and nodded. You and Ace don't quite understand what's happening now, but you'll find out soon enough.

Marco grabbed Ace by the shoulder and led him ahead of him. Ace doesn't really resist and starts to move. When Jozu approached you, you didn't want to leave the stage without a fight. You tried to move like a worm to escape from your commander and even though he admires your efforts, there's no point in trying to escape, because you're just as fast as a worm - not at all. Jozu has an easy time with you and throws you over his shoulder.

The two of them threw you into a prison cell made of sea stone and before they locked the cell, Jozu freed you from your full body bondage. You are glad that your mouth is free again because now you can finally let out all the bad words you have left for Jozu.

"You son of a bitch! Just wait until I'm out of here, then you'll be given a bloody surprise… I'm telling you!"

But you idiot threw yourself against the bars to grab the big man, forgetting that the bars are made of sea stone and that you now have the power of a devil fruit that you still have to get used to.

The energy sapping feeling in your body is sudden, overwhelming and slowly you go down to the ground.

While the men walk away from the cell, Marco shouts something back to you.

"You stay in there until you've sorted this out!" Grinding your teeth, you roll onto your back with the last ounce of your strength and close your eyes.

If I can't see him, then he's not there...

Yeah, exactly, that will work… You don't really believe that, do you?

"Hey… I'll leave you alone if you want, but the others are right. We take it out on the others and that's not okay. We're a crew…" The word crew makes you open your eyes without wanting to.

You sigh in annoyance and roll onto your side so that Ace can stare at your back.

"Yea, maybe. Leave me alone." Your stubbornness is driving Ace crazy, but he doesn't really want you to be like this with each other. Above all, he wants to know why you're like this to him. What did he do wrong?

He's been racking his brains for days about what he could have done or said that upset you so much. He wants to make things better if you would let him.

"If you're not going to talk to me, at least take the bed. Sleeping on the floor won't do you any good." You have no idea what kind of cheap trick that is. Is he trying to get you to sleep in a bed with him? You look back towards the bed but Ace isn't there. He's sitting next to the bed with his back against the wall.

Unexpectedly, disappointment spreads through you. Wait a minute? Is that what you secretly wanted?

A little confused, you stand up and stop in front of Ace, who looks up at you. His unkempt hair falls back slightly as he looks up at you. How you would like to swallow your pride and fall into his arms, but you have no idea where to start. You don't know what to say because you don't even quite understand what is wrong with you. So you say nothing and stare at him with tired eyes as he sits in front of you with one leg bent and his arm resting on his knee.

Ace doesn't quite know how to react, but he's not one to do nothing.

He stands up just a few centimeters away from you and now you are the one looking up at him.

His gaze scans your face for answers that you can't even give yourself.

"What have I done?" he whispers to you. His pained voice tears apart your heart. You didn't know Ace could sound so vulnerable.

"I…, I don't know." you mumble your words, but your gaze remains fixed on Ace.

You have no further answer for Ace and walk towards the bed and lie down with your back to him again.

"Sleeping on the floor won't do you any good…" You repeat Ace's words back to him, feeling less pathetic since he said it first.

You listen closely as you can make out the sound of his feet approaching the bed. His shadow falls on the wall, which you stare at, waiting to see what comes next.

You feel the mattress go down a little and you automatically hold your breath until you can hear your heartbeat.

Ace looks down at your slender figure. His eyes wander over your delicate curves. He would love to stroke your hips until you fall asleep, but he's not sure how far he can go without making a mistake... but he has a feeling that doing nothing would be a mistake too.

He decides to lie down with his chest against your back. Lying on his back doesn't really work, there wouldn't be enough room and back to back would be awkward. He really makes an effort not to touch you unnecessarily. He's already glad that you offered him the bed.

You try to calm down, but Ace's breathing gives you goose bumps on the back of your neck. You pinch your eyes shut and try to concentrate on Ace's warmth, hoping you'll be able to fall asleep soon.

Luckily for you, you quickly find your way to the land of dreams because with Ace behind you, one could say; he's no longer buzzing around in your head...

Stay tuned for the next Part babes <3

➽ Next chapter

[sherlockscumslut]

Being Diluc's maid...

18+ only. No plot at all, fem!reader, Master x maid role-play, soft!dom Diluc, established relationship, use of "Master", pet names [sweetheart], praise, squirting, vaginal fingering, Diluc is a little perv in this, standing position, doggy, spanking (once), creampie, cervix fucking, slight breeding kink (writer is fighting breeding kink allegations and it's not going well help).

Word count: 1413

Outfit inspiration (sfw link)

My AO3

More Genshin Thirst series

A/n: I know I promised Tighnari (since he won the poll with 38%) but have a Diluc instead. I hope you don't feel like you just lost your pity to him lol. Leave Tighnari for some other time.

Likes and/or reblogs are much appreciated 💙

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It's a quiet early morning in Dawn Winery. A place you never imagined you'd be at this hour of the day let alone sleeping on Diluc's king-sized bed. It feels like a dream waking up next to him every single day, so unreal that it makes you laugh about how awkward your relationship was at first. How awkward your first time was but also very passionate.

Feelings that get ignored or suppressed for a long time often lead to self-torture for both parties. On the other hand though, those suppressed feelings can lead to the best sex one can have.

Diluc's side is empty. You fell asleep early last night and didn't get to see what time he came back. Leaving you all by yourself was not of his character but man is busy guarding Mondstadt every night.

As you make your way downstairs in your nightgown, you see Diluc laying awake on the couch in his black robe.

"So here you are...did you sleep on the couch last night?" You asked as you approached him.

"Good morning, Miss. Yes, I slept here last night. Where else should I sleep?"

You shook your head. "What? Why didn't you come to bed? Is everything okay?"

"I don't think you understand Miss. And why don't you wear your uniform?"

His scarlet eyes showed genuine confusion, looking at your nightgown and then back at you.

"My...my uniform?"

"Did you check the closet in your room?"

It took you a moment to understand. He's in a playful mood and you decided to play along.

"I'm sorry, I didn't check. I will be back shortly."

"...Master." He empathized and winked at you.

Your stomach fluttered like the very first kiss. You couldn't believe that he actually slept on the couch for role-play's sake.

You ran upstairs and checked in the closet. Indeed, there was a white paper box with a black ribbon. A maid outfit was inside. "Hmm, so Master Diluc wants to have fun with a maid this time uh?" You thought out loud while putting the outfit on.

On the other side of the room, there was another closet full of costumes that you both wear from time to time to satisfy your fantasies.

Diluc loves that one nun costume he got you but it is not revealing at all. Just a regular nun costume, long and proper as it should be but something snapped in him when he saw you wearing it and acting in the role.

His voice still rings in your ears, praying to the Archons for forgiveness and thanking them at the same time for bringing him such a good proper girl. The memory is enough to arouse you. It's been a while since you put on a costume to satisfy your man.

"I'm back." You said as you approached him.

"You're missing something methinks..." He said without looking at you.

"I'm back, Master." You empathized.

"Come here, let me see you..." He waved his hand.

Diluc couldn't get his eyes off you. It almost felt like he wanted to devour you on the spot but he had planned it all so well and was willing to let himself suffer a little more before touching you.

"I was very sleepy last night and I might have accidentally stained the small carpet under the coffee table over there with grape juice. Mind if you take a closer look?"

"Yes, Master." You said and got on your knees with your thighs exposed and your ass barely covered with a black string.

"I don't think you're looking at the right spot, Miss." Diluc said, trying to keep you in place so he could stare at your ass for a bit longer.

"But Master, the stain is right here...on the edge of the carpet!"

"My fault, I know. I'm sorry if this is tough for you...Let me help you move the coffee table and get this carpet clean."

"No, it's...it's okay, Master. I can do it myself."

You tried to tease him but he was already on his knees behind you, still in his black robe.

"So you don't need my help?" His question sounded so genuine it almost felt like he wasn't just playing.

"Seems like I got myself an ambitious maid..." He continued and drew the black string far up. You flinched at the sensation of it sticking between your ass and pussy lips.

"Aah! Master..."

"Such strong-willed maids need to be rewarded, don't you think?"

His slap on your ass echoed in the room. It was strong enough to leave a red stamp on it and make you wetter than you already were.

"Master...do I really deserve such a reward?"

"Why you ask? You don't believe you're good enough? In that case...spread your legs for me."

His finger slipped inside you with ease and Diluc didn't hesitate to put another one. You felt your legs getting weaker with each movement of his finger inside you, curling and pressing over your sensitive spot.

The wet sounds of your pussy and your soft sighs were testing Diluc's patience who was at his breaking point.

"Hahh...just fuck me already..." You breathed out.

Diluc's fingers let go of your pussy and the view of your hole clenching on nothing sent shivers down his spine. He leaned over your back and kissed you on the lips. A sloppy yet passionate kiss while his hands squeezed your breasts over the fabric of the costume.

"This is your reward for being such a good maid for Master."

He didn't tease. He started to thrust in you slow and steady, feeling your velvet walls sucking his cock in, already to cum in any minute.

Diluc felt you were also close. His one hand was stroking your nipple while the other gently circled your clit.

You squeezed your thighs together and squirted all over his cock, your juices wetting his belly button. The warmth of your squirt and the whimpers that escaped your mouth got Diluc pressing your waist down on his cock, releasing his hot cum deep inside you.

You knew he wasn't done with just one round. Not when he plotted a whole scenario to get you all dress up.

[...]

"Now Miss, could you please clean the bookshelf over there?" He pointed at the other side of the room.

"Yes, Master." You said and got up, freeing yourself from his hands on your hips. Diluc followed you.

He sat on a chair near you, naked under his untied robe. He let his long red hair down and watched as his cum leaked in between your thighs, making him ready for another round.

You minded your business completely unbothered, letting him enjoy his favorite view. Deep down you knew you weren't satisfied either and decided to revive the flame in him.

"Master, I'm afraid I can't reach this spot."

"Hmm? Does my little maid need some help?" He grabbed you by the waist and slightly lift you up.

"Can you reach it now?"

"I think I need to lift me a little more, Master." You bit your lip.

"A little more huh? Well, how about this?"

He grabbed your thighs and lift you up, his nails almost piercing through your soft skin.

Drops of his cum were still leaking out of you as your legs were wide open. You felt his hard cock pressing on your sensitive clit and you whimpered as he teased you by sliding you up and down, your juices and his cum lubricating his cock.

This time he didn't slow down. He moved as fast as he could, trying not to let you fall off his arms. Your hands desperately tried to find something to hold on to. Maybe the books weren't a good idea as they started to fall on each side of the bookshelf due to Diluc's rapid movements.

He could reach so deep in your cervix in that position, making you scream his name as you were close to climax. Diluc had buried his face in your neck, his hair tickled your chin.

"You feel so good, sweetheart. I can't get enough of you...Hmmm...makes me wanna fuck a baby in you so much."

"Diluc!...I mean, Master!! I...ahhh!"

"Answer me, do you want it?"

"Yes, yes, Ma...ster..."

Diluc kissed you on the lips, shooting his seed straight into your womb. Regardless of how much leaked out again, you were happy to know that he thought of starting a family with you.

《 THE END 》

! Do no repost or translate !

Aft* Life is so hard 😭 I wish I was a maid in Dawn Winery so I could serve Diluc everyday and get my holes filled with his kids in return 😓

* Author's final thoughts

[solomons-poison]

I keep thinking of Silvio with his first kid, I feel like he'd end up with either all boys or at least majority boys. But generally thinking how soft he becomes for multiple reasons.

His family life was shit, one parent that manipulated him and the other that openly hated him. No luck with his siblings either, for multiple reasons. He grew up expecting people to only ever want something, specifically money, from him, and it skewed his view on relationships and family so much.

But now, now he has you.

Someone who was so ridiculously honest and and kind-hearted and sassy and stubborn that he had no choice but to fall in love with you. Someone that didn't just want him for his fortune or for special favors, but saw through his difficult sides and defensive nature and need to solve all things with money and accepted him anyway (even if it involved some fighting and arguments along the way).

He never could have predicted having a loving family, someone that treats him like an actual human being and not just a get-rich-quick scheme personified, being willing to touch someone with vulnerability and opening his heart to them. Honestly, part of him expected his work might kill him one day; before you, it probably would have been a blessing to die on the seas with his crew, away from the troubles of his kingdom and the hatred of his family. That, or maybe his thirst would finally consume him, the expensive wines he invested in finally taking him in the end.

It was a selfish thought, because he cared for his kingdom and worked hard to make it strong, that was his responsibility as prince. But sometimes, if he let himself think too long on it, it became too much for him. As much as he spouted that money was all that mattered, his heart still felt differently, and it was killing him inside. But meeting you saved him, in more ways than one.

Bringing you home to Benitoite, introducing you to the nation and the king and queen, getting married, it was all so unreal and like a fantasy. Sometimes Silvio was convinced he was just dreaming a drunken dream, and he'd have to slap himself or pinch himself to make sure it was reality. You did your best to assure him you really were there with him, your love and your warmth was real, but you couldn't blame him for how he felt knowing just a fraction of what he'd been through.

That dream-like feeling continued even as you eventually told him you were expecting, as he watched over the months as your belly grew and felt the small kicks of life. Of course he was happy, but he was terrified, too. Terrified that the only good thing in his life would be ripped away, like so much else, that someone or something would take the last bit of light from him and he'd go back to the half-alive existence he had before. He focused his anxieties into protecting you, staying by your side and holding you close. But sometimes the only things keeping him sane were your touches and your reassurances, reminding him you were always with him, that not even the strongest forces of nature could take you away from him. And he'd melt into your kiss, engraving the feel of your lips and your warmth into his heart so he'd never forget.

Things only stopped feeling like a dream when, after hours of labor and frantic pacing, he was finally holding his son, the newest prince of Benitoite and newest addition to the royal family. Just holding that wrapped, wriggling bundle in his arms, sharp wails of tiny lungs piercing his eardrums, finally cinched it all together. He wasn't adrift anymore, he wasn't ready to die with his boat or from excess drink. He had you, your unwavering love and resilience and wit, and this new life that you'd gifted him, that you'd made together. And he'd be damned if anything was going to take that away from him.

Having a family is foreign to him, a loving partner and a child that seeks him out (he will always think of the first time he heard "da da" and thought his heart would explode). Sometimes many times he worries that he'll do something to fuck it up, that he might act like his father or that you'll come to your senses and leave him for someone better. It takes a lot for him to unlearn these feelings, to work past these anxieties, because he wants to be the best he can be for you and his growing family. But he gets there, trusting in you and in himself that you two have got this, that it'll take more than an army to separate you from the people he cares about.

On occasion, he still thinks about if this is an elaborate dream, although the thought is more one in passing than a legitimate worry these days. But if this is a dream, it's one he never wants to wake up from.

[fyeahnix]

so the last few weeks I've been horribly obsessed with a little game called Project Zomboid. I initially bought it during the Steam Winter Sale as a game to chill to on my Steam Deck. I thought "ok zombie apocalypse survival RPG, I'll try it out, sure" and I was also wondering how tf a game was still in beta for 10 years

LITTLE DID I FUCKING KNOW....

this game is so ridiculously detailed it's unreal. you have to manage your hunger, sleep, thirst, mood/happiness, stress, prep for the water and power shutting off, prep for rising zombie populations, prep for winter, etc. OH yeah SEASONS. the game is very realistic seasons that mimic real life. there's so much to talk about just in the mechanics alone that I don't know where to start.

anyway, I started playing this on the deck, and eventually moved to PC because I saw how much more controls and shit you can do with a mouse and keyboard. and I like it so much better.

so the game straight up tells you that at some point, you will die, and there's nothing you can do about it. and that's fine. I died SO MANY FUCKING TIMES when I first played. I played on Apocalypse mode initially (which was very stupid as it's the hardest preset difficulty lol), and then moved to Survivor when I found that out. but the more YT videos I watched on this game, the more people really encourage you to play Sandbox mode and figure out what your preferred playstyle is.

so that's what I did when I moved to PC. I found out I do no like zombie infection so I turned it off. zombie infection happens 100% of the time when you're bitten by a zombie and there's literally no way to stop it, you get sick and die a slow death over the course of like 3-4 in-game days. if you get scratched or lacerated there's a percentage chance of that happening too. I just didn't like making progress and then having it stripped away because I got unlucky.

I finally made a character that survived more than a month in-game, made the firehouse in Rosewood a base, had a lot of shit set up for water, farming, electricity, etc, and then I fucking DIED trying to clear out a grocery store. now when you die, you can choose to respawn another character in the same world, but all your skills are reset. I chose this option instead of starting over completely because I had a good thing going and I enjoyed that setup. what I didn't like was the skill grind. I managed to get most of my skills back up to where they were before death in the span of a few hours because I had all that set up at my base. anyway, I said "this grind isn't fun" and installed a mod to craft a skill journey where you can manually record your character's experience progress and if they die, you can read the journal and get those skills back.

that came in clutch because last night, my second character died trying to clear zombies out at the kentucky state prison in Rosewood. that kinda upset me, but I just reset in rosewood, went to my base to gear up with backup gear, and trekked it on foot to the prison to reclaim my lost shit:

that red circle is my second character's dead body I had to drag outside and loot because there were too many corpses inside. (btw if you stay around corpses for too long your character will get sick). in the bottom right corner you can see my truck that got abandoned. thankfully I got in an out pretty quickly and got my truck back.

now you're prob saying "wtf that takes the fun out of the game" to which I reply "to you" lol. the survival and combat aspects of this game are fun as is the exploration, but the skill grinding takes forever for some skills and I didn't wanna redo that again. the downside of this is that I STILL have to go retrieve my shit and if it's too far away from my base, then I might be SOL. these two deaths were lucky because they were within walking distance of my base. also I still have to reread skill books for bonuses and that takes DAYS in-game to accomplish because I took the slow reader trait....

anyway here's some of my base. it's a fucking mess I am currently trying to clean up:

the patch of grass to the right of the water barrels is where I farm food. but I have a ton of food in the freezers so I'm holding off on farming again until I get close to low on fresh food. I have canned food as a backup.

bottom two pics is my messy ass storage and workshop area. I got a shit ton of guns and ammo from the prison that I hauled back in my pickup truck and I need to organize everything. the problem is that I need a skill book to learn how to make metal crates and neither the bookstore nor the school library has it so I have to venture out. second problem is that I may have to go to Muldraugh or March Ridge to check those bookstores and I'm DREADING it. the prison furthered humbled me and I don't wanna die again lol esp not that far away from my base. but I gotta do it. all for metal storage crates. you're prob wondering "why metal? just make the wooden ones and you're golden." and you would be correct but fuck it, 80 storage space compared to 40 and 60 for the level 1 and 2 wooden crates is just so much more appealing and I have a ton of shit that needs to be stored.

anyway that's my adventures in PZ so far. there's more to talk about like how I tried to go to the lone shack out in the woods one day to find an antique oven, almost got stranded, and had to make the trek back because the road there was covered in trees and not good for car travel. speaking of, the map is absolutely fucking gigantic. don't play this game without the map on another screen. it makes planning and traversal so much better

but yeah. it's about to be winter in a few in-game days, which means I'm gonna be struggling to forage for food, fish, and grow crops from December-February. I have food and water saved up and I think I can make it but maaaan it's gonna be a time.

thanks for coming to my tedtalk lol

[wongyuseokie]

Forgive Me? | j.w.w

Summary: Your boyfriend is late and buys a giant teddy bear to help make his case. He just forgets how adorable he is.  ☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff |  ♥ completed works Word Count: 593 words Age: 18+ Pairings: Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, hints of angst, reader rightfully thirsts over Wonwoo. Content Warnings: So fluffy and sweet I gave myself a toothache, no smut, just really cute, but hinting to smutty behaviour once. Smut Warnings: None, really, another tooth-rotting fluff fic.

Authors Note: The photo in the banner had me cooing and swooning. I’m so whipped for this man. It’s unreal. He has my whole heart, and I wanted to write it 🥺💕 Authors Note 2: Thank you to @here4btsfics, @joonscypher, @yoongimingyu & @the-boy-meets-evil for reading and hearing me go on and on about Seventeen 💕 Crossposted to AO3 Banner Credits: @classicscreations © wongyuseokie 2022. All rights reserved.

“I’m late,” your boyfriend mumbled sheepishly as he entered your apartment late that night.

“Yes, you are,” you mumbled sleepily, making him frown. Wonwoo didn’t intend to be so late, but one phone call led to another, and by the time he got done with work, it was well past midnight.

“I’m a crappy boyfriend,” Wonwoo whined as he stood by your door, and you smiled fondly at him.

“No, you aren’t, handsome, come here and give me cuddles and kisses, and all shall be forgiven,” you said, holding out your arms for him.

“Hang on, I got you something,” Wonwoo babbled, ducking out of your apartment to grab something, and you saw him dragging in a giant teddy bear.

“I got you this as a sorry,” Wonwoo spoke breathlessly once he hauled a giant teddy bear into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“A giant teddy?” You asked, getting off the couch and walking over to your boyfriend and the giant plush he dragged in.

“It’s cute, and its eyes say, ‘forgive me,’” Wonwoo explained, making you giggle at him.

“You’re a dork,” you said, giggling and Wonwoo nodded in agreement.

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” Wonwoo countered, and you laughed at him.

“I am sorry for being late, my love, I won’t say it’ll never happen again, but I’ll be better about letting you know,” Wonwoo said, and you nodded, smiling as you moved to wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his chest.

“Please do, and also, if I’m being honest with you, if you just came by sans teddy bear. I’d still forgive you; you have the cutest face when you’re sulking,” you explained, making Wonwoo pout.

“See,” you said, grinning, “the cutest,” you added, making Wonwoo smile as he leant down to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m only cute behind closed doors. Out in the world, I’m cool and sexy,” Wonwoo defended, making you laugh.

“I did fall in love with a dork, didn’t I?” You asked aloud, and Wonwoo nodded.

“You say it like it’s a problem,” Wonwoo huffed, and you grinned at him. You swore your chest hurt from how much he made your heart ache with his cuteness.

“Not a problem at all, my love, not when I get to see this handsome face,” you said, tightening your grip around his waist.

“Even when this handsome face is sulking because he’s late?” Wonwoo asked, and you giggled.

“Yes, especially then, a face like that and teddy bears? I never stood a chance at being mad,” you added, making Wonwoo smile, scrunching his nose slightly.

“God, I love you,” Wonwoo huffed out proudly as he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your cheek and moved his lips from your cheek to graze over your lips, pulling you into a gentle kiss that had you melting against his body.

“Let me first put Alfred down and turn him to face the wall, so he doesn’t see anything scandalous, and then I can spend the whole night showing you how sorry I am?” Wonwoo offered with a playful glint in his eyes as his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you in tighter against him.

“You named the bear Alfred?” You asked, and Wonwoo nodded.

“Why?” You asked, unable to keep the smile off your face.

“Forgive me, love, he looked like an Alfred,” Wonwoo said casually, and you rolled your eyes in amusement.

“You’re lucky I love you,” you mumbled, and Wonwoo nodded, agreeing. 

“I am, I really am.”

[evilvvithin]

Get To Know Each Other

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x f!reader (civil)

Notes: This man consumed my whole life and I felt the need to write something for him. Wanted to sit down and write some short smut because the thirst for him is unreal, but somehow kept writing and kept writing and ended up with this.

Contains: dom!ghost, sex, grinding, cod violence, blood, death, size kink, raw unprotected sex. Read at your own risk

Summary: Ghost saves you and decides to take care of your injuries by himself. Despite him being so intimidating, you are more than eager to get to know him better. So is he.

Words: 4,411

AO3

"Where are they?!"

The man yelled out again making the words cut into your ears. You've heard this question too many times in the past few minutes to count it. Squeezing your eyes together, you tried to not think about all the gunshots and heavy footsteps present around you. About the dead bodies that were alive and breathing not so long ago. About the blood, slowly covering the whole floor. The blood of his victims and your own. 

"Don't make me do it!"

More gunshots in the background. You shivered and shot your eyes open when you felt something cold pulling your chin up. 

"So," the man soothed his voice to the point it was almost comical, holding your chin up by the tip of his gun. "Are you going to tell me, or?"

You saw his jaw clenching as you remained silent from fear.

"I know you know, so tell me! Now!" He gripped your chin roughly with his hand, forcing you to stare into his eyes. 

You wish you knew so you could answer him and hopefully he'd let you be. Let me be, just like that, you had to chuckle at that in your mind. Your jaw was going numb from his grip.

"I-"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"I don't… know…"

He groaned and threw away your head, standing up. The force he used almost made you lose balance and you wished you never gonna see what he's really capable of while getting the information he wants. 

"Take her back," he barked out at his men, who immediately dragged you to the other room and closed the doors. You heard the man's muffled voice, not able to make out any words at all. Your head started to buzz as the adrenaline was pouring into every corner of your body. 

Struggling against the handcuffs, they cut right into your skin and you let out a painful hiss. You crawled closer towards the doors to check if they noticed anything. 

"It might be just a coincidence, sir. Did we confirm who the phone belongs to?" one of the other men said. 

You tried to loosen the handcuffs again.

"This is one of his knives, soldier. He was clearly here." His voice was getting more and more annoyed. "The knife, the name? It's right here on her phone. Don't tell me it's not connected, I know when something is connected and I'm the one giving orders. Is it clear?"

"Yes sir!"

The voices went silent and you held in breath, laying motionless. You felt the taste of blood on your lip as you've bit it too much at this point. How am I connected to this bullshit? 

The feeling of hopelessness was slowly changing into anger. This was a mistake, they had no right to treat you like this. You didn't know anything they wanted to hear so why did they keep trying? You wanted it to end already, no matter how. You heard buzzing static noise.

"Copy," the man replied.

All of them went to the room you were in and kicked open the doors.

"Your last chance," their leader said with a silent deep voice.

His men were grabbing you and pulling up to make you stand. You could stand, but you refused to. It's not like they had any issue just keeping you up by holding your arms. The man, clenching a knife in his hand, stepped right up to you, making you back your head away.It must be one of the knives they found, the ones from that guy called Ghost.

He slid the knife's tip down from your cheek to your collarbone and you felt your skin burning under the cold steel.

"Sharp, aren't they?" He scoffed. "Who do they belong to?"

"Ghost."

He blinked and smiled widely, "that wasn't so hard, was it?" His smile looked like his jaw was deformed from being beaten.

I only knew because I overheard your conversation before, you wanted to say but the words stayed only in your head as all men jumped at the static noise of their walkie-talkie. The voice trying to come through sounded urgent, but was breaking badly.

"Graves… dead… position… defeat…. Ghost… " 

The noise went silent.

"What was it? They got him?" One of the men holding you asked. 

His eyebrows furrowed.

"Soldier, repeat–"

"Do you copy? Repeat!"

He didn't have a chance to finish his order as a large shadow jumped at him from behind through the door frame, locking him in place and placing a knife on his throw. The man on your right moaned faintly and dropped to the ground dead, knife sticking out of his eye. It all happened so fast you didn't even see the knife being thrown. The second man on your left gasped and moved behind you, using you as a shield. 

"Repeat what, Graves?" The shadow said with a low voice, almost whispering.

Hearing his voice sent shivers down your spine. So you are Graves, you pathetic – you scoffed in your mind seeing him turn into a little lamb in wolf's mouth. 

"Ghost," Graves let out a sigh and smirked. "I thought I won't see you again, buddy."

"Say it again and your head will be rolling in the dirt," Ghost calmly replied.

"Ghost, did you find him?" The voice coming out of his headphones was muffled but you could still hear it clear enough.

"Affirmative."

Holding Graves tightly, he stepped forward and the light revealed his skull mask. Ghost… run through your mind. It was all clearer now. Ghost's eyes met with yours for a second as he scanned you from head to toes before boring his eyes into the man holding you. 

"Let her go."

Graves shook his head and the man kept holding you. You felt he was hesitant, not holding you so strongly and confidently as before. Was he scared of not listening to Graves' orders? Or was he just scared of Ghost? Ghost tightened his grip on graves. 

"Who is she? What were you doing with her?"

Graves' lips parted in what seemed like realization, but quickly turned back into a smirk that has been sitting on his face the whole time.

"We were just… playing."

You almost wanted to jump on him for his arrogant face and voice. Ghost's eyes focused on your injured leg, the clothes kept soaking with new fresh blood. You couldn't see much of him, but you clearly saw his eyebrows furrow and eyes tighten with anger. You heard more muffled noises coming from his headphones but he seemed to be ignoring them. Without hesitation, he sliced Graves' throat in a single powerful move. Gargling on blood, his motionless body fell to the floor with thud. You were too numbed to react to that, you were just glad he couldn't cause any more harm. To anyone. 

"Bastard," Ghost whispered to himself while cleaning the bloody blade. 

The man behind you squeezed your arms when Ghost moved towards you as if he wanted you to protect him and you let out a painful moan. Your arms must've been bruised more than you thought. 

"W-we can make a deal, man," he poked the tip of his rifle into your back. "Right?"

Ghost remained silent, staring into the man's soul. He was naturally intimidating, the skull mask was only adding to it. He swapped the handle of his knife for the blade slowly, holding it in his fist.

"I-I didn't want to join this mess, but… you have to understand that Graves-"

The man's voice was cut mid sentence and he collapsed down to the floor with a knife in the middle of his face. Just like his mate. It happened so quickly once again, you only saw how Ghost leaned forward and the guy was dead. Without the man holding you in place, you felt you were losing balance. Your whole body was sore, you knew you couldn't keep yourself up for a long time. Ghost knew it and jumped towards you, wrapping your arm around his shoulder for support which made him have to hunch forward a lot. Even with knowing he's on your side, you were still scared of him in some way. The way he killed the soldiers and managed to sneak inside? You were scared but he also gave you a feeling of safety and calmness.

"Over here," his deep voice filled your ears. 

You sat down on some half destroyed chair, silencing your grunts of pain as you felt every single move you've made.

"Soap, copy," Ghost grabbed his microphone, staring at your wounded leg and already blueish arms. 

Soap? What kind of name is soap? You chuckled in your head. 

"We have one injured here,  she'll need some care."

His eyes locked with yours. He remained quiet for a while, listening to what Soap had to say, before letting out a long sigh. Your eyelids were heavier and heavier, slowly closing. I must've lost a lot of blood , was your last thought before you passed out. 

Soft moan escaped your lips feeling the painful pressure on your wounded leg. The pain helped you gain consciousness quickly. Ghost was kneeling above you, holding his knife between teeth and wrapping your wound with some fabric. You noticed his naked tattooed forearm and realized he must’ve cut his sleeve to stop the bleeding. With another pressure he put on your leg, you gasped for air not wanting to make too much noise. 

“Stay with me love, will you?” Ghost said and finished wrapping your leg.

Your teeth gritted together with pain, you only nodded in reply. Does he normally call people love? Any other man you’d told to not call you that, but for some reason you didn’t mind him calling you that. Afterall, not like it mattered in the current situation.

“There’s no medic nearby, won’t be for a while. We need to move and wait for this whole situation to calm down. I’ll be taking care of you till then.” 

His earphones buzzed with noise.

“Copy. Ghost out.” He turned them off. 

His voice was steadily deep and emotionless.Everytime he said anything, you felt like you wanted to drown in the tone of his voice and just fall asleep. 

After packing some stuff and cleaning the blades of his knives he collected back from the dead soldiers, he pulled you up and supported you while you tried to walk, which didn’t go as well as he thought. Your leg felt like it wasn’t yours anymore, it was extremely weak. Hearing nearby gunshots outside raising in intensity, Ghost cursed to himself and scooped you up, rushing away from their source.

“Thank you,” you murmured and let your head rest on his chest.

“You’ll thank me later. Now stay with me, stay awake,” he whispered with a softer voice. “That’s an order!” 

“Copy,” you smiled.

~~

Sun shining right into your face woke you up. You yawned and slowly stretched your whole body as much as you could before turning your face away from the blinding light and opening your eyes. You were laying on a dirty, messy bed and this behemoth of a man was sitting in a chair next to you, collapsed forward with his head resting on your stomach. Ghost… ran through your mind and you immediately looked at your leg. Your pants were stiff from all the dried blood, but when you pressed your hand against the wound, it barely hurt. The bruises on your arms weren’t as visible as before. Looking at Ghost again, you noticed both of his arms were sleeveless now. Words couldn’t explain how grateful you were. And curious. 

“Hmm, mmhhm!” You coughed, but he didn’t react at all.

Is the mask glued to his face? You thought. He even sleeps in it. That’s my chance. Grabbing the edges of his mask, you started to pull it up gently. As soon as you moved the mask a little, his hand grabbed your wrist rather rough.

“Stop,” he mumbled sleepily.

Realizing where his head is, he quickly stood up and cleared his throat, pretending nothing ever happened.

“I’m sorry, you were sleeping and - “ you broke the silence.

“I was making sure you don’t die while you were unconscious.” 

“Unconscious? For how long?”

“Two days only.”

Only.

Observing your surroundings, you sat up on the bed and wanted to check how your leg is. Ghost looked at you, ready to prevent any fall. At least that’s what you believed he was doing.

“Where are we?” You asked while hopping around the small, dirty room.

He sat down in the chair again and sighed.

“Random empty house outside the city. This was the nearest, safest place I’ve found when the situation got… unpredictably bad.”

Thinking back about everything you went through, you remembered Grave’s questions.

“Are you Riley?” Your voice shaked.

You felt his eyes at the back of your neck, piercing into you. 

“Graves was asking me about it, he thought I’m somehow related. That’s why he… ‘interrogated’ me, instead of straight killing me like the others.” You broke the silence after a while.

“Are you Riley?” Ghost smirked under his mask.

His voice seemed lighter than usual, softer. You turned to him.Did he just-

“No, I’m not. They thought it’s my surname because they found someone else’s phone in my pocket. I grabbed it off some dead body before, to call for help.” 

“Brave one,” he nodded.

You jumped back to the bed and collapsed down on it. Your leg was definitely better, but not good enough to walk for a longer period of time. 

“What’s the plan now?”

“Can’t leave now, for sure,” he pointed at your leg. “Get more rest, it’s gonna be dark soon.” 

You blinked at him. I just woke up with the sun shining into my face? Must’ve been late afternoon then.

“I will get some rest, too. With one eye open of course, don’t worry,” he added to not make you feel uneasy.

You weren’t worried at all, you felt you were untouchable with this big, skull man. Nothing could ever happen to you as long as you were near him. 

“And the others?” You asked.

“Others?”

You pointed at your ears and he understood you meant the lack of his headphones. He turned his head to them, they were in the corner of the room with other equipment. 

“Communication was… corrupted.”

You nodded and remained silent, collecting all your thoughts. It was none of your business after all, you didn’t know his mates. Ghost was looking at you, up and down. You felt like he was inspecting every inch of your skin, your body in general.

“Well,” you couldn’t bear his piercing big eyes anymore. “Let’s get the rest, yeah?”

Laying down on the bed, you realized there were no blankets. The nights tend to be cold here at this time of the year, but you didn’t care when you were unconscious. Did he keep you warm maybe? Before you could ask anything, his big jacket landed on your head. 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

He gave you a warm look you thought he’s not capable of, but did you know him? Not at all. Maybe he wasn’t only the intimidating deep voice that can kill anyone perfectly.

“I keep watch.” 

Falling asleep was the easiest thing, but staying asleep was harder. Your leg didn’t hurt but sometimes you felt sharp pain shot through it because of the healing process. At first you were welcoming the pain, knowing you didn’t lose the leg completely, but after an hour of not being able to sleep longer than for 10 minutes, you were frustrated. You were slowly getting numb to the pain, but it managed to wake you up from your sleep still.

Hours later, when your wound ached again, you saw the darkness outside was fading away. Time to get up soon . You noticed your back were pressed against something warm and solid. Reaching out your hand, you felt Ghost’s warm skin. Your eyes widened when you realized that the jacket’s edges you thought were digging into your back weren’t the jacket, but his hard crotch. 

“Holy shit…” you mumbled to yourself. 

He was big from what you felt, you expected that, but you didn’t expect to suddenly forget everything that happened the past few days as your brain was slowly being eaten with lust. Your fingers, still pressed against Ghost’s skin, were shakier the more your mind was drowning you in wild scenarios. Without thinking about it, you started to grind against him, giving in to all the thoughts in your head.

Fuck, he’s not even touching me, you thought as you felt the wetness of your pussy grow. 

“Fucking hell,” his breath warmed up your ear.

“Shit, sorry.” You gasped. “I don’t know what got into me.”

You tried to play the situation off but failed. So damn awkward , you bit your lip.

“You know more than well what you are doing,” he leaned even closer to your ear.

God… the voice… He sounded like he was enjoying it.

“We need to get going,” he ordered and sat at the edge of the bed for a while, before going to his equipment to pack it up.

He was right. Graves might’ve been dead, but it didn’t mean it stopped whatever was going on. You had no idea what was going on and didn’t want to ask much about it. Not now. You followed Ghost and got up as well, surprised by the ability to stand straight without any pain. Making a few steps towards him, you smiled as your leg felt even stronger than yesterday. It wasn’t perfect, but he didn’t have to carry you in his arms anymore. 

“Feeling good, are we?” He threw the question over his shoulder. 

“Yes… no, not quite.” 

You squeezed your thighs together. His presence in the bed before left your pussy throbbing for his attention, he was driving you insane. You remembered feeling him pressed against your back. You felt something grow inside of you when you saw him the first one, but you were too weak and hurt to care about it. Now when you were well enough, it was different. You didn’t have to worry about your life anymore with him. You weren’t dying to blood loss anymore.

“Not quite?” He seemed to mumble to himself.

Spectating the clean, sharp blades of his knives, he pulled them in their places on his belt. You watched his every move carefully. Tall, well built, strong, yet his movement was so smooth and elegant. His arms were really visible in the light and you couldn’t take your eyes off the veins popping up. You didn’t notice he turned his head to you, looking at you the whole time. He was waiting for a reply.

“Not quite?” He repeated more loudly. 

You swallowed and started to brush your clothes with your hand, trying to get off non existent dirt. He stood up and took off his shirt, offering it to you. You accepted it after a moment of confusion, eyes glued to his abs. He’s not making it any easier, you felt the heat, the lust down in your abdomen growing. 

“Your shirt.” He pointed at you after a while. “It’s all bloody and dirty.”

“Oh, yes, yeah. You’re right.” 

You weren’t able to think clearly. Grabbing the edge of your own shirt, you pulled it over your head slowly and tried to read his thoughts. You wish you could see more, but his eyes were more than enough. The way they darkened as you revealed more of your skin and your bra just confirmed that he liked the grinding before. That he liked what he saw now. Your confidence boosted and your lips formed into a playful smirk. The blood got through your shirt and your bra was just as dirty.

“I’ll have to change that as well,” you said with a teasing tone.

You could see every muscle on his bare arms and chest tense up when you reached to your back to the buttons.

“I warn you, love. Don’t tease me.”

His deeper than usual voice sent an ecstatic shiver down your whole back.

“Are you threatening me?” You unbuttoned your bra and kept it in place just with your hands.

“For your own safety.” 

When he finished the sentence, you let go of your bra and let it fall down to the ground. You saw his lips part through the mask and squeezed your own breasts, not breaking eye contact. 

“My own safety?”

Your voice was playful and teasing and he reacted to it. Lunging at you like a wild animal, he forced you to step backwards till both of you fell onto the bed. He was weighing you down and your bruised body was letting you know he’s heavy, but you couldn’t care less.

“Really a brave one,” he growled through his mask. 

“Fuck me already.” You moaned.

You couldn’t wait any longer to feel him inside of you. To feel him raw, to feel him thrust into you and fill you up.

“You have a rank higher than mine to give orders?” 

“Please, fuck me.” 

“That’s better.” 

He threw away his knife belt and pulled down your pants quickly, yet still making sure he wouldn’t hurt your wound. Doing the same with his own pants, you managed to lay eyes on his growing bulge before being flipped on your belly. You gasped in surprise at the sudden change of position, but didn’t protest at all. He pulled up your ass and you felt his hand run all the way through your folds slowly. 

“Already so wet, hm?” 

Massaging your clit, you moaned louder and louder. He slid down his underwear and swapped his hand for his cock, already hard and ready. You felt the sensation deep in your abdomen. What a damn tease , ran through your mind before it went blank again. 

You let out an impatient moan and he stopped rubbing his cock against you. You felt the tip pressed against your entrance. Fuck yeah… He immediately slammed fully inside you. You weren’t ready for this. Your walls stretched around him, trying to adjust to his size.

“Slower, please!” You cried out. 

“I warned you, didn’t I?”

Few more moves and the painful stretching exchanged for growing pleasure. He dug fingers into your sides, keeping you in place under his powerful thrusts. You heard him moaning, it was muffled but soon enough the room was filled with loud moans from both of you, mixing together. You’ve never felt so full. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix. His balls slapping against your sensitive, swollen crotch. His rhythm was so fast, you didn’t have enough time to catch your breath between each thrust. You were sinking into the mattress under him. You tried to lift yourself up but he immediately moved his hand to keep you in place. The way he was handling you, taking you, you felt you wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“So perfect,” he said between moans.

Your walls started to tighten around his cock and he slowed his moves. You lifted up again without him stopping you this time. Instead, he slid his cock out and moved up his hands that rested on your sides, flipping you on your back. The sight in front of you left you speechless. His muscular chest, rising up and down quickly, covered in sweat. His big arms, removing your pants fully, holding your thighs firmly and spreading them wider. The visible veins on his arms pulsating. His cock, covered in your juices, slowly sliding inside of you again. 

Letting out a soft moan as he fully pressed himself against you, he grabbed his balaclava and pulled it up just enough to reveal his lips. His soft lips. He started to move inside of you again, more sensual rather than wild as before. Not crashing into your cervix anymore, you closed your eyes to fully focus on how he massaged your orgasm spot. Ghost covered your neck and jaw with hungry kisses, sucking on your skin. Marking you. His hand squeezed your breasts, making you scream out with pleasure. He was rough, but at the same time gentle. His other hand played with your hair, pulling on them so he can access every piece of your neck. You felt you were losing control over your body and thrusts were becoming sloppier and quicker, you dug your fingers into his lower back pushing him against you. 

“I’m close” you whimpered.

Ghost put his hand under your ass and pulled it up while squeezing it, allowing him deeper and better access to your sweet spot. He was ramming into you senseless and you loved it. Your lips found his and when you both gave in to the deep, long kiss, your release overcame you followed by his own. You felt his cock twitch before you were filled up with a load of his cum, leaking out of you right away and wettening the mattress under you. Moaning into his mouth, your legs and arms went limp. He seemed hungry for more kisses and so were you. He kept his cock in you and slowly rested his body fully on yours, pushing the air out of your lungs. 

It was a long time before your lips parted. 

“I didn’t think you could be so… gentle and… sensual.” You gave him a smirk.

“You don’t know me,” he replied. Looking at you panting under him, legs and arms spread wide on the bed motionless, he returned your smirk: “Guess you can’t walk again, love.”

Static noise cut through the silence, coming from his headphones in the corner. He set them on loud before incase.

“Success… tracking… stay in position…soap…out…” was heard.

Many words were missing, but the message was clear. Stay where you are, we’ll come to you.

“Guess we have more time to get to know each other now,” you smirked back at Ghost.

His mask was still rolled up to his nose and you saw him smile. Teasingly smile. You decided to try again and grabbed the edge of his balaclava to see his reaction. He didn’t move. You rolled it up slowly until it stayed in your hand, his face fully exposed to you. 

“Are you Riley?” You asked.

“Simon Riley.” He whispered and rubbed your thigh.

[zantia10]

Hanzo Hasashi x reader

Mortal Kombat

Warning: I use a translator, English is not my first language.

reading it is not that difficult, but writing it is😭

The sun shone announcing a new day, outside the great master's home the gardens of fire showed their beauty. Such a scenario almost seemed unreal, Hanzo allowed himself a moment to look around him, the anger, hatred and thirst for revenge that once held him prisoner, making him unhappy, had now been considerably reduced, only in the depths of his soul he He found the pain of loss, but he could not continue to be haunted by a past that he could not change.

Getting to where he now was was difficult, after being submerged in misery, finding the right direction in his life seemed almost impossible, but now as the crimson leaves swayed from the trees his face relaxed.

He had managed to restore his clan.

A few delicate steps behind him made him come out of his musings, he calmly faced the female figure that was a few steps away from him.

It was you, his beloved

The crimson leaves falling from the trees seemed to encircle you in a slow dance in the wind under the blazing sun, Hanzo watched your breathless features, your beauty rivaling gardens of fire. He could see a slight smile grow on your face, the look you gave him made his heart beat faster, knowing perfectly well what that expression on your face was trying to convey.

Love, pure, sincere and unconditional love.

He watched you shorten the distance, nailing your orbs into his, your hands took his face for a few seconds, giving him delicate caresses before pulling them away, it was a short contact that left him yearning for more. Being deprived of any feelings and affection like the one he now experienced, it was impossible for him not to find himself yearning for your delicate touch.

However, he appreciated your actions and the respect you had in the face of his refusal to show affection in public. Even if he was left wanting more it was more appropriate to do it behind closed doors, where no one from the clan or from outside could watch the grandmaster display one of his weaknesses.

He couldn't bear to lose you too.

Being able to read the expression on his face, you let out a few words to reassure him. Hanzo was a man who had been through a lot and deserved to be happy free of that constant fear.

—I will always be with you—those words came out in a whisper, comforting the worried-looking man—No matter what happens, even if death comes to separate us, I promise we will meet again.

Hanzo used all his self-control not to hug you, the mere mention of your death caused him an unpleasant feeling but trusting your words, he hoped with all his heart that life would fulfill his wish and unite their paths if either of us came to be missing in the life of the other.

Spanish version

[mxtxfanatic]

I checked out the "canon jiang cheng" in hopes of finding my people and yet all I've found are JC stans saying the weirdest of things were absolutely canon.

I am very tired.

Then I figured that I should just try my hand at the character tag and regretted it even more when I fell on an anti wwx post.

I didn't know those people existed and frankly, I am worried for them.

Seriously tho, this post was unreal, I can't believe I just read that with my own two eyes.

Can I rant with you please?

Yeah there was a whole thing when twitter users fled back to tumblr where twitter jc stans decided to “reclaim” the tag because they’re upset they didn’t successfully bully canon enjoyers out the fandom. They usually either fill it with fanon jc mess, jc thirst edits, or hate for any other character with the intention of antagonizing everyone else like they did in the main novel tag and the main jc character tag. I personally don’t use character tags to know how bad it’s gotten, but I use my mutuals to find new blogs to follow by paying attention to who they reblog from.

I don’t mind ranting, as long as it’s about a fandom trend and not about specific individuals* whose content you can trace back to.

*caveat to the “specific individuals”: sometimes I do talk about identifiable individuals, but usually it’s because they’ve either directly interacted with me or I am pointing out the disproportionate influence they’ve had on fandom in negative ways, so still fandom trend commentary. I don’t care about dissecting every individual jc stan fic or headcanon or “meta,” though, because they all say the same thing and jumping on one person for doing what the whole group is doing feels redundant.

[chlstarrbaby]

Neighborhood Academy AU Part 3 (FINAL)

Part 1     Part 2

Trigger warnings: Angst, depressing thoughts, and brief mentions of suicide, unreality. Obsessive!Wally.

xxxxx

Another start to the same Sophomore school year, another attempt at getting things right this time. He had to make sure everything was right this time, he had to make sure he could keep you safe. He’s lost you too many times to count, he’s not certain he could handle going through that anguish again.

“Morning Wally!” Julie greeted him as he crossed the threshold of the Academy’s grounds. “Did you hear the news? We’re getting a transfer student this year! And they’re gonna be in our Homeroom! I overheard Ms. Poppy complaining about it to Professor Pillar the other day, Sally’s still in her Homeroom so-!” And so it began again.

Wally nodded along in feigned interest as he heard her spiel for the umpteenth time. He didn’t even notice when the fans that called him the prince of the school started cooing and aweing at his glorious visage.

He did notice however, when you took that entire crowd away from him effortlessly, even if it was an accident, he was more furious that all those eyes were on you, surely they’d see you for the beauty that you were and plan their own attempts to make you theirs! He most certainly couldn’t allow that.

You did throw him off, with your greeting to the crowd, calling all of them dorks for not near their respective Homerooms and fawning over him instead at the moment. But what infuriated him was that you never looked at him, you kept your eyes closed when facing out and addressing the crowd, and turned to actually go into Homeroom without opening your eyes once!

Wally knew you wouldn’t have much choice but to look at him when it came to introducing yourself, after all, Julie was with him and she overheard an important part of your conversation with Eddie and Frank, that being Sally’s auditions were this evening…which was odd. Julie was right, they usually were held the next day after the first day of school.

This really was a new loop, though your uniform choice should have tipped him off. You were wearing the skort with suspenders, and white button up. Usually you wore pants or shorts and completed the look with the blue cardigan, but some days you would rather show the suspenders, never mind that it was rare that you had the courage to wear a skirt especially when it was windy. Regardless you looked adorable in it, he wholly approved, but after you nodded at Julie in acknowledgement, your face fell from its polite smile completely at the sight of him! He was certain you paled even, but then color quickly rose to your cheeks. He breathed a sigh of relief as he had put on his best charming smile for you.

Sadly Howdy had to interrupt you from introducing yourself too soon, as it really was best to introduce yourself to the entire class. Wally thought it was adorable that you advertised Sally’s rehearsals as a reminder that they were later today for once. Then as you went to your seat that happened to be next to him, you apologized of all things! Did…you sense his frustration? In any case, of course he forgave you, it was your first day of school all over again, you didn’t know. Even better, you seemed much more relaxed now that his gaze on you was relaxed. He was glad for that.

He enjoyed watching you take everything in, out of the corner of his eye mostly so you wouldn’t get too suspicious, but of course he would occasionally steal glances whenever you were excited to answer a question you knew the answer to. You were so enchanting, how could he ever really keep his eyes off of you? But he did have to remind himself to be patient. This was a new loop that hopefully could be broken this time, he was going to make sure of that.

Wally did his best to not coo at your pout when classes ended for the day, such a thirst for knowledge! It was so admirable, just like you. But then you brightened up as your fingers grazed the flier for Sally’s auditions this evening, you looked up and you were definitely about to ask someone to show you where they were being held, but before Wally could even get a word in to offer, Julie snatched you up right away! He couldn’t help the intensity of his gaze at your back, it was more directed at Julie, but your visage was lovelier.

He sighed defeatedly before rounding up the rest of the boys to follow.

What luck that Sally picked The Phantom of the Opera this time! Not that any of his friends retained memories of past loops like he did, but he did have to wonder if Sally did or not, or at the very least her artistic soul could feel when a play or musical had been done before, not once yet had anything been done twice, and that was impressive.

Naturally Wally was a shoe-in for the Phantom, and Frank was perfect for Raoul. He was surprised…that you auditioned for Meg Giry…He knew you were a shoe-in for Christine, but that went to Julie. The blonde and brunette roles were switched for this version of the musical since Sally was happy to produce it and play Carlotta herself.

Still…the fact that you chose to be a minor part…had him on edge…did you suspect something? He tried to read your surface thoughts, but you were always singing something in that pretty head of yours so he could never get a straight answer…not until you got to know him well enough for him to ask you. Which he did, after a few weeks into the school year.

“You could’ve gotten the part for Christine easily you know, so why didn’t you?” 

“And have to hit high E notes for a month? No thanks, playing Meg is just fine, even if the poor thing gets written horribly in the sequel.” You answer honestly, but it sounded like you had some suspicions.

Your answer made him laugh, monotonous, but close to a belly laugh, he couldn’t blame you for an answer like that.

 “I suppose you’re right about that. But I guess I was really wondering if you also chose it to avoid me.” He couldn’t help but clarify ever so slightly. He needed to know, he had to know. What made you tick this time?

You hesitated as you thought about the wording of your answer.

“At the time of the auditions perhaps, but even then I thought you would’ve refused to be the Phantom since you prefer to be so handsome all the time. But Raoul doesn’t sing as much so I don’t blame you for preferring to show off either.” You reply earnestly, then added an afterthought. “Besides, I assumed you and Julie were an item, was I wrong?”

“Yes, actually. She and I are just friends, have been since Kindergarten along with Sally, Frank, Eddie, and Barnaby. Howdy and Poppy are our neighbors too so it's always weird having to refer to them formally in the school’s public.” Wally had chuckled monotonously again, quite mirthfully as a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. He was so relieved your answer was so simple.

“Fascinating to know, but it still sounds like you really want to ask me something deeper though, so what is it that you really want to ask?” You queried suspiciously.

“Why have you really been avoiding me since the first day of school?” He asked darkly in his own suspicion. He couldn’t help it, he had to know for certain so he could pace himself properly. Were you already frightened of him? 

“Several reasons actually. First and foremost, I’m certain now that I ticked you off at least twice that very first day. Second, I didn't really want the drama of the ‘new transfer student’ and the ‘prince of the school’ and any rumors to follow, ‘cuz you know that’s gonna spread like wildfire. Thirdly, let’s face it Walls, you’re too pretty for me.” You closed your locker as you had retrieved all your stuff for the day. That last one was said in a slightly agitated tone, as if you had long since resigned to your fate of most likely being a single pringle of the fact that you didn’t think you were beautiful enough to have a significant other. 

Well now, Wally couldn’t have that.

So he kabedonned you, punching poor Joe Schmoe’s locker hard enough to leave a dent. He felt no regrets or remorse for it. You were far more important.

Of course you yelped, he punched a locker and stopped you in your tracks! You looked up at him in confusion all bleary eyed since the tears were a little more prominent now that you couldn’t help it. Shoot, you were crying about something, he had to fix it! 

“You’re the one that’s too pretty for me, dear neighbor.” Wally replied calmly, the little pet name referencing the fact that you sat next to each other in class and your lockers were in the same area. 

Your face went through a myriad of emotions as you were clearly thinking of what to say in return before finally settling on a witty but definitely a self deprecating comeback.

“If I had a nickel for every time someone told me that…I’d only be five cents richer but at least it's something, though it’s not enough to buy me anything these days.” You quipped rawly, making sure the frustration in your tone was obvious. Finally you broke away from him by going out the opening he left and around his backside to continue on your path to Homeroom.

Wally spaced out trying to process the meaning of what you just said, hardly able to comprehend how little you thought of yourself, then he suddenly realized you weren’t in front of him anymore as he suddenly looked around for you before finally spotting you on the stairs.

“(Y/N), Wait! I really do think you’re beautiful!” He called after you, inwardly hoping he sounded desperate enough to break through any surface sad thoughts of your self image.

But apparently you weren’t having it.

“Save it for your reflection, pretty boy!” You retorted over your shoulder with a quick, icy glare.

It was admittedly cute how you thought you could scare him away, even if it was with a pitifully weak backhanded compliment. But little did you know that he was fully prepared for the long haul and was willing to do whatever it took to wear you down.

He brought you flowers everyday until you told him reasonably that you had no place to put them, and it was annoying to keep them at your desk for the entire school day. He then settled for bringing you chocolates everyday, but you always shared them with the others when they were meant solely for you.

Wally thought he was pretty clever getting the Academy’s cheerleading squad to spell out your name in a cheer, but your witty innuendo of a comeback was too much for his heart to bear so that turned out to be a one time thing.

He was all too happy in serenading you with That’s All I Ask of You under the guise of practicing for the musical, but eventually had to stop because of noise complaints.

The principal may have socially stopped his antics from getting more out of hand, but it was you with your clever little spritz bottle and threatening to undo his precious pompadour that made him ease up almost completely. He had to keep showing his affection to you in little ways like the love notes he would pass to you in class after all.

Sally wasn’t always capable of casting him as your opposite in any other plays or musicals to follow, after all most of the time she needed him to be the male lead as he was the strongest to do so, that frustrated him more than anything, but he would patiently wait for the day that you would be the female lead for once.

While he was a tad devastated that one day he managed to set you off enough to actually spray him with water and unfurl his hairdo, the precious tint to your cheeks was worth it. Even if he sincerely hoped you would never do it again.

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One morning was more interesting than the last dozen had been in a while, but it only put Wally on edge more than anything. He kept seeing you more times than were actually happening. All of them in different variations of the Academy’s uniform, but he had trouble picking out which one you really were, so he kept asking Julie if she had seen you. She hadn’t, but she knew you entered the same side of the school as Frank and Eddie and even raced to Homeroom with them.

A stray thought of a past loop entered his mind then, was today the day you tripped and fell in his arms as he literally swept you off your feet?

He hoped not, he was on the wrong side of the school to get to you in time for that particular event. And the fans of his handsome visage were already crowding this morning.

Julie filled him in on the latest as always, he had gotten the male lead again for Grease, Julie herself being his opposite again, and you were playing Rizzo, while Julie’s sisters played the other members of the Pink Ladies. He thought for a moment that he would’ve preferred that you played Frenchy so he could croon to you for Beauty School Dropout, but alas. The throwaway line of being old flames would have to suffice.

The crowd of fans was worse than usual today, and they were getting a little pushy with each other. Then he heard you suddenly shrill for everyone to scatter because Homeroom was starting, his heart dropped into his stomach. How could you be so tactically stupid?! You were going to get trampled by this stampede of students!

Wally actually had a little trouble finding you in the crowd, many of them had a similar look to the back of their heads as you did, but he was looking for you facing forward and most likely shielding yourself from the onslaught of bodies running in your direction. He found you eventually, as much as he wanted to shield you with his own body and hold you close, he knew you probably wouldn’t like that at the current stage of your friendship, so he settled for grabbing you by the wrist and slowly wading through the sea of students to get to the safety of Homeroom.

He turned to you once completely safe, unable to help the sternness of his gaze, silly, silly neighbor. You paled completely at him, he read your surface thoughts to make sure you weren’t completely afraid of him in this instance, but you were too frazzled to read properly, something else seemed to have spooked you, that much he could glean, but he couldn’t tell what.

“What were you thinking, neighbor? You could have been trampled.” Wally made sure to keep his tone level to not frighten you further, but you still needed a little reprimanding. What you just pulled was completely uncalled for, you could have been hurt and he wouldn’t have been able to stop it in time!

“I was gonna be late, and so weren’t they, risky as it was, there was a benefit for everyone. Besides, raining on your pretty boy parade is still fun.” You tell him snarkily as ever. Oh how he loved your gumption.

Still, as much as your last sentence was a backhanded compliment, he appreciated that you still called him pretty. He couldn’t help but cheekily comment on it.

“You still think I’m pretty after all this time?” His grin grew as he asked.

“I may be shorter than you, but I’m not blind… You’re still way prettier than me anyway.” You lost your snarky bite the second you compared his beauty to your own again. Shoot! Tears in your eyes! Not his intention to make you cry over this again!

He grabbed your wrist again as you passed him by, careful to not bump shoulders, he could see. But he had to get something through that stubbornly thick skull of yours.

“How can I get it through your head that you really are beautiful, (Y/N)?” He asked, hoping the soft desperation of his voice could get through this time.

You chuckled…darkly of all things…he was almost intimidated by it…Almost.

“You could carry me to Homeroom like what Eddie does for Frank, but that’s not very neighborly of me to ask and it would really rain on the timing of your pretty boy parade. Otherwise, there just isn’t a way for you to get it through my head since it’s my demon to bear.” You only turned your head a little bit to him so he could hear you, but you still didn’t face him. At the last sentence you snap your wrist out of his hand and head to your seat. 

It was a tad disappointing that you didn’t face him head on when you said all of that, but he would be patient. Class was starting, and Wally ran out of time to say anything in reply anyway. He would try to approach you at lunch, but to no avail, you hadn’t even joined your collective friends at the lunch table today. But Barnaby went to go make sure you were okay. He had accepted that fact, out of all your collective friends, Barnaby was the last one for you to warm up to aside from Wally in all technicalities. So he let you have your bonding moment with one of his best friends.

However it seemed that Fate decided to not be kind to him today as he suddenly heard the ear splitting and bone chilling sound of what sounds viscerally like a window breaking, but is actually a body hitting pavement from a high altitude. He only knew that from other failed loops. Wally only knew it wasn’t you here and now because none of the others seemed to hear it, but he kept hearing it, as more bodies from other failed loops bled into this reality, just to torture him.

It made him panic enough that he had to ask again where you and Barnaby went to eat lunch.

“I’m pretty sure they went to the roof. Which is a really creative spot, we’ll have to join them sometime when they’re feeling up to it!” Sally answered wistfully, already looking forward to the time to do just that.

Wally on the other hand felt his heart drop down to his stomach in dread he was careful enough to look calm to the others, but inside he was panicking. He thanked Sally before heading off to get to the roof.

A mantra of denial was flying through his head. He couldn’t lose you again, he couldn’t go on without you, not like this! You haven’t shown enough signs this time, this is too soon! You still had the spark to banter with him even if you keep doubting yourself at times, so why…?

He couldn’t focus on the whys or the hows, he was only focused on getting to you, and stopping you from making a terrible mistake. He couldn’t help but curse himself for not being able to get through the school year without you being intact. Worse, he couldn’t remember what uniform variation you were wearing today, he was too panicked to remember, all his brain cells running on adrenaline and working towards where his feet were taking him.

So he didn’t think enough of it when he saw you standing on the edge of the roof across the way from the doors in pants, as he called out to you desperately, begging and pleading for you to stay, he would do anything please don’t you dare…!

If I fell through your skies there’s no way you would catch me.

Wally was deaf to hearing your voice (and Barnaby’s) come from a different direction, even when you grabbed him to slow him down, he kept trudging on towards your figure on the edge. Until you grabbed his face and turned him around, and covered his eyes with your arm, barking a plea to Barnaby to back you up.

You called his name again, and with one of his most important senses dulled, your plea broke through this time. His voice was hoarse as he whimpered out your name again to make sure it was really you.

“That’s my name, don’t you dare wear it out. I’m gonna move my arm now okay?” You reply lightheartedly, making sure to warn him of your movements.

“Okay.” Wally said nervously. So you remove your arm and return its position by cupping his other cheek.

Panicky as he still was, you were still a delightfully welcome sight for his sore eyes. You were even nice enough to walk him through some breathing exercises to help him calm down, and when he felt much calmer with his breathing a lot less labored he asked to hug you. And you miraculously agreed. 

You held him warmly and securely around his middle, and he certainly needed it right now, happy to have Barnaby completely take over anything else in his peripheral. He didn’t even process you speaking over his shoulder at what he thought was you, he did catch the wish for happiness. That sweet sentiment made him tighten the hug a little, not uncomfortably, just a squeeze.

“C’mon, Wally, Lunch is just about over, let’s go ask Ms. Poppy if we can bake apple pies today.” You suggest lightly, slowly easing yourself out of Wally’s embrace at least.

“Ha ha ha. Okay, neighbor. But I still don’t see how there are apples in them.” Wally replies with his usual monotonous chuckle. You and Barnaby join him in that as the three of you pack up your belongings and head back downstairs to deal with the remainder of the school day.

xxxxxx

Naturally it didn’t quite end there, but neither you nor Wally were willing to talk about this in front of Barnaby, he would blap about it to one of the others, there was no way this was appropriate for any of them to know about.

So you decided to tell Barnaby that you would take Wally to the nurse’s office for a mental health break, with a hopeful promise to not tell the others. It shouldn't take too long to miss much of the next class, but you and Wally really needed to talk about this. 

Barnaby thankfully understood completely and went on ahead to class to join the others and fill them in on the bare minimum of information.

You could only hope his excuse to the others was absolutely NOT going to be something about you and Wally making out. You weren’t sure you could survive Sally’s and Julie’s ridicule if he did.

“So….you can see them too.” You began skeptically once the two of you were in a nurse’s office, who was super nice as mental health needs for a quick break despite class times were absolutely a thing and wrote up a note for you both to show the teacher later when you were ready.

“Yes, this was the worst it's ever been…How familiar are you with time loops?” Wally answers and then asks a question of his own before he continues.

“I’ve read a lot of stories with them. That explains a lot actually. I may have been seeing things a bit every now and then, but today all those…visions of otherwhens…really made themselves known.” You say, and go on to describe your morning stumble, blushing when you get to describing him having caught you and that’s why you spurred him on with a joking request that you really didn’t mean.

“Makes me want to carry you every morning all the more, to make sure you’ll stay safe.” He all but purred.

“That just brings me to my next question, if this is a time loop…and I saw at least two other mes on that roof…does my…untimeliness restart the loop?” You worded things carefully, not wanting Wally to get panicky again.

“As far as I know…I haven’t made it through the entire Sophomore year yet because of… that.” Wally also words carefully, in part to stave off his own nerves, and to keep things vague because of the nurse in the room adjacent to give them the space needed for their mental break.

“Lovely. Well, if it makes you feel any better, I have no intention of…being a coward about life. Sorry there’s no better way I could think of to word that.” You apologize, not just to Wally, but to other versions of you that were possibly getting glimpses of this particular conversation.

Wally shook his head, honestly feeling like you didn’t need to apologize for voicing an honest opinion. “All I can ask is for you to stay.”

“Of course,” You say automatically. “But not for you. I’m doing this for me and the other versions of me whatever their reasons may have been.”

You also firmly state that currently you have no interest in going steady with him, not until you make it out of the loop. And of course you do, but you may or may not still want to not be in a relationship with Wally. You’re fine being friends, and otherwise your fate is yours to choose. He’s perfectly happy staying friends, even if he would prefer something more, he respects your boundaries.

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Cockpit 4 | knj

Pair: Namjoon x reader

Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.

Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood, anal play

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You managed to slip from underneath him and wear the tank top you were wearing earlier today, you rush to collect his pants and throw them in the washer. After all, it was you who spilled the wine.

You rush to the kitchen and open the fridge, you’re starving, and you’re very thirsty. You grab a bottle of water and unscrew the lid, you drink almost the whole bottle in one go to quench your thirst.

“Y/N?” You hear Namjoon’s footsteps coming closer to you, “Yeah?” You close the bottle and look at him when he enters the kitchen wearing only his boxers.

“I can’t find my pants.” This man looks like a lost puppy all the time.

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind.” You take out a water bottle and hand it to him. “I put it in the washer, I spilled some wine on it earlier.”

“Thank you.” He grabs the bottle and drinks, his throat bobbing to every gulp he swallows. “Is it going to take time?”

You turn and look at the washer. “95 Minutes. Do you have somewhere to be?”

“No, but it’s getting late.” He puts down his bottle, you cross your arms and look around for a second, should you ask him to stay?

Of course not. Your brain is still working after all.

“Are you okay?” He squints his eyes trying to read your mind, you need to say something quick and not stupid.

“I’m hungry, are you?”

He tilts his head and his eyes still search your face. “Yeah.” He says unsurely.

You feel like he’s going to pull the words out of you, so you decide to turn and open the pantry and take out a couple of cup noodles.

“I really like your place.” He makes small talk and leans against the counter with his arms crossed.

“You do? Thank you.” You turn on the kettle to boil water. “I was really lucky to find this apartment on sale.”

“You’re not renting?” He asks and you shake your head. “I was going to, but the owner put a last minute offer and I had some money on hand, so I just went ahead.”

He nods and looks around the kitchen, you look at him and follow his eyesight, “You wanna look around? Food needs a couple minutes.”

“Sure.” He uncrosses his arms, and you show him around your apartment, you really adore your place and take pride in it, you decorated it the way you wanted, painted the walls the color you liked, you even showed him your wooden poker table you had and he’s really amused by it.

“You can play poker?” He asks touching the table with his fingertips, you nod and just now it hits you, you have a man you just met in the club a week ago in your place, wearing only his boxers and touching your poker table.

“We should play sometime.” He looks at you when he feels your eyes burn his back, you wish you could kiss him all over it, down his spine and his broad shoulders, this man is big.

“We totally should.” You smirk, he walks closer to you and tugs a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t look at me like that.”

You tease and look at his lips, not bothering to look into his eyes. “Hm? Like what?”

He licks his bottom lip and clears his throat, sealing the space between both of you, your chest now brushing against his, he looks down at you eyeing his lips and his brain recalls your face when you’re being fucked by him, that alone made him want you all over again.

“Like you wanna be fucked again until you can’t walk.” He spits out which makes your heart skip a beat and your breath to hitch. “Cause I’ll do it.” He even continues.

This man will be the death of you.

You stare at him with your orbs widened and your jaw slightly open, his lips twitch, he wants to say more but he hesitated for a second, “Y/N?”

“Yeah?” Your hands fall on his chest.

“Tell me about your sexual fantasies.” He speaks. “I have so many things I want to do to you.”

“You do?” Your face is heating up and your insides are clenching around nothing. “Gosh, I need to sit.”

“Let me help you.” His hands reach the back the back of your thighs and he carries you up, he puts you down on the poker table and gets down on his knees, you’re not sure where he’s going but you shut your knees closer to each other, he looks up at you and forcefully spreads them apart, revealing your bare cunt under your tank top.

His eyes locked onto yours, he prints soft wet kisses and bites on your inner thighs, all the way inside until you can feel his breath coming out from his nose on your pussy.

You struggle to stay in the same position, your core is too weak for this position and you’re already shaking, you need to hold on to something or change the position.

He cuts to the chase and he devours your pussy with his eager mouth, his tongue flicking your clit and sucking on it, you throw your head back and you feel yourself getting weaker by the second, your hand reaches for the back of his head and you hold onto his hair for dear life.

“You taste so fucking good.” He slides a finger into your clenching wet pussy and licks your clit once with his hot wet tongue, your eyes close partly when he curls his fingers inside you. “Holy fucking shit.” Your grip gets tighter on his hair, your legs close around his head which makes your core rest for a few seconds.

Namjoon’s hand again moves to the back of your knees and he pushes them towards your torso all the way, which makes you hold on to your own legs for support, his tongue moving down to your entrance and he pushes it in, his fingers spread your lady lumps apart, you stiffen when you feel him move further down to your puckered butt hole, he licks it with his tongue and prints kisses around it, it’s your first time ever and it feels..

Different.

You sit up and eye him very carefully, almost anxiously, his tongue flicking the hole and making it glisten with his spit before he rubs it with his index finger and slowly pushes it in.

You whimper and one of your hands moves to your mouth, “Namjoon.” He looks up at you with lazy eyes, his finger pushing further inside you, you cover your mouth with the back of your hand when you feel the pressure of his finger inside you, it’s extremely tight and a little weird for you, and you’ve never been a big fan of change.

“You’re so tight.” He wets your hole again and the slickness makes everything feel different and good, you throw your head back when he starts moving his finger in and out of you, his tongue licking long lines from your ass up to your clit, he even prints kisses on your inner thigh and bites it harder than before, then goes back to sucking your clit.

It was the sloppiest head you’ve ever had.

You’ve received head before but it was only men doing it weirdly and not even remotely close to making you satisfied. But Kim fucking Namjoon does it to make you enjoy the process and solely to satiate you and make you feel good. He made sure every single cell of your body is drugged with pleasure.

He’s doing things that you’ve never even thought about doing with anyone.

Hell you didn’t even know you were into, but he gives it to you like he knows you for years and knows what you’re into.

“I’m gonna cum.” You announce, he pulls back and takes his finger out with a subtle pop, your shoulders sulk in disappointment, you even stare at him for a second, he’s probably up to something and in fact, he is.

He carries you and you wrap your legs around his torso and pull him in for a heavy make out session while he walks to your bedroom again, he puts you down on your feet near your full body mirror, he turns you so your back faces him, and so you can face the mirror.

You can feel his bulge pressed against your ass which makes you panic for a second, you two just got to know each other and he’s already going to fuck you in the ass?

He yanks off your tank top and you hear a breath escape his lips. “Fuck, Y/N” He grunts, his lips hovering against your ear.

“Hm?” You’re already out of breath and you feel your wetness running down your thigh, you just want him to pound you endless.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since day one.” He whispers into your ear and pushes your hips back into his, his cock is rock hard like you didn’t fuck just 20 minutes ago. “I’ve been wanting to do things to you..” He continues, then buries his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He finds your natural body odor insanely arousing.

His finger tips run up both your arms, then to your hair to run his fingers through, he smells your hair and pushes your hair aside to reveal your tattoo, he prints a kiss on the nape of your neck and licks your tattoo, the taste of your skin sits on his tongue, fuck he could easily bust a nut right now.

You feel goose bumps through your entire body and you shiver when you feel his finger tip running down your spine, he smirks in return and looks into your eyes through the mirror. “You want to see yourself getting fucked?”

You gulp and look at his reflection, standing behind you with his lips next to your ear, the constant clenching around nothing isn’t giving you a break, you nod slowly with your eyes locked into his. “Good.” He whispers and goes down on his knees. “Eyes on the mirror.”

You gasp when you feel him spread your butt cheeks and devour your pussy again, but this time from the back. Continuing what he couldn’t finish on your poker table earlier. “Fuck, Namjoon.”

Your hands struggle to find support again, you need to lean onto something or you will collapse. If not now, you’re only seconds away.

The only thing in front of you is the mirror and your palms lean on its frame, your back arches and your legs close when he shoves in two fingers inside you, his left hand sits on your lower back and he puts light pressure to get you to arch your ass back out for him, and you do, to which he delivers a spank to your ass and he grips on your ass cheeks and squeezes hard on it whilst jiggling it.

That alone makes you clench around his fingers, your cheek is pressed against the mirror, and your quickened breath fogs the mirror, the heat from your breath felt on the side of your face.

He can feel you close to cumming again, he pulls back and again you sulk and whine in frustration. “No not again.”

He audibly laughs before sitting up and pressing against your ass again, his hands working to pull down his boxers. “You can’t wait to feel my cock in your little tight pussy again huh?” His cock is into his hands and as he strokes the tip, you can feel his knuckles brushing against your ass and it drives you insane.

You push yourself with your palms away from the mirror to look at him through it.

“How hard do you want me to fuck you?” He asks.

Your fogged and high on sex brain doesn’t function out an answer, no matter how hard you want to tease him with something, you can’t.

Your insides are already missing his addictive touch and your body feels like utter inferno.

You look at your reflection in the mirror, Namjoon did fuck you up, your hair is messy and frizzy, your face is heated up and flushed red, sweaty too. The arousal in your body caused your lips to turn dark red and they’ve never been this plump, Namjoon aches to kiss you on the lips over and over. Your breasts are swollen and your nipples are hard and sensitive to the touch, even sensitive to room air.

Your entire body is glistening with sweat and your inner thighs have Namjoon’s bites printed on them and your arousal is coating those dark spots, your hips and your ass have Namjoon’s fingers marked on them and bruises from his palm.

Namjoon looks at you through the mirror and he’s totally satisfied with the way he made you look, but not fully satiated, he wants to do more to you and fuck you until you beg him to stop.

His eyes meet yours and you feel his dick rubbing against your folds, grinding and spreading your wetness all over your cunt, your hands sit on his for support and you hold onto them for dear life. He grabs your hips tighter and teases your entrance with his bare cock which feels insanely good for you, but it’s totally wrong, you can see his dick peaking through your thighs in the mirror.

“Fuck, No..” You moan in return and your hand moves down to cover your pussy, and you subtly push him, it hits him right away and he pulls back, he searches around the room for a second, trying to find his wallet.

He didn’t even bring his wallet to your bedroom, which makes you think his brain is fogged up too.

“There are a few in the night stand.” You spit out. “The first drawer.”

He lets go of you which you immediately lose your gate and your legs feel loose, he grabs you back almost immediately and smirks. “I haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”

You look back at him and your noses hit. “Oh fuck you Namjoon.” You hit his chest with your elbow playfully. “Go get a condom before your dick goes soft.”

He doesn’t hesitate to print a soft kiss on the side of your face and he whispers. “I’m gonna let go of you now.”

You lean your palms on the mirror frame again for support and he lets go and turns to take a condom out of your drawer, he rips the silver packaging open with his teeth and spits it out of his mouth before grabbing the condom and putting it on, all you see is his face focused on the task between his hands, the rest is blocked by the reflection of your body in the mirror.

He walks closer and grabs both of your palms away from the mirror and into his hands. “You want me to eat you out again?” He asks, his dick brushing against your ass which makes you roll your eyes at him. “Just fuck me already.”

You get weirdly impatient around this man.

“Alright alright..” He hooks his wrist with both of your arms behind your back and holds you still before rubbing the tip against your entrance, you even wiggle your ass down and try to land on his dick, but he clicks his tongue and whispers against your ear. “You’re hungry for my dick aren’t you?”

Your jaw drops slowly when he pushes his thick cock inside your wet pussy, and like a missing puzzle piece, your insides welcome his dick again and your bodies become one.

His other arm wraps around your neck and he pushes more of his cock inside you, you gasp when you feel him reaching that spot again, you throw your head back into his arm and clear your throat. “Slow.”

And he stops for a second letting you adjust and stretch around his throbbing cock, your legs can’t hold you anymore and you feel yourself not being able to stand up anymore, he grabs you by the waist tightly to support you which makes his cock unintentionally push more inside you. “Oh my god-“ Your voice came out loud and your back arches. He panics for a second because he thinks you’re in pain, he even grabs your waist tighter and looks down at you. “Fuck, sorry.”

You take a few breaths and put a hand on his wrist that’s wrapped around your neck, you look at him through the mirror and watch how he looks at you like you’re a fragile piece of glass.

He feels your eyes on him and he decides to look back at you through the mirror, his lips kissing your ear and neck softly, which gets you to relax around his dick and he’s able to push more into you until he’s ball deep.

“Go.” You nod, and he pulls his dick out of you throbbing pussy, keeping the dick in, before he pushes back into you, doing it multiple times before his speed goes up, with every thrust he knocks a breath out of you, you press your knees together and close your eyes shut. “Keep going.”

And he takes it as a sign to pound even harder into you, your tits bouncing to every thrust, he lets go of your waist and grabs both your elbows, pulling his dick fully out of you, he rubs your clit with it before slamming it back inside you all at once, he presses his lips against your ear and you can feel every breath that escapes his lips mixed with moans.

You always wanted to hear a man be vulnerable in bed and Namjoon gave it to you on a silver platter.

“F-fuck, ah..” His eyes close, “You’re gonna make me cum.” He slams harder into you, with each thrust he presses hard on his teeth. “Ah.. I love the way you make me feel.” His fingers wrap around your neck. “You make me feel so good, fuck.” He almost loses control with his thrusts but still manages to fuck you hard, the loud sinful noises of your skins hitting fill your room again. “Do you want cum around my dick? Hm?”

“I’m gonna cum.” You look at him through the mirror which wakes him up for a second, he looks back at you through your reflection with fire in his eyes.

He pulls his cock out and pushes you onto the bed, you land on your hands and knees, he puts his hand on your lower back signaling you to stay like this and you do, you put your ass up for him and he stands behind you, your hips in his hands, he spanks you on the ass once before pushing his dick back inside you and your hips meet again.

He goes back to pounding your soul out of you, both of you breathless, he gathers your hair in one hand and pulls you closer so your back meets his chest, the angle change making you near your high, the knot in your stomach is so close to snapping, he bites your ear and whispers. “Tell me how much you like being fucked like this.”

“Keep fucking me, don’t stop.” This barely makes it out of your lips, his hand reaches to your breasts and he pinches your nipple with two fingers, “Cum for me.” He says and in a click of a button your knot snaps inside your stomach and a heat wave goes through your entire body and down your back, you’re squirting against his dick which you never realized you could do, you gasp and look down at your pussy gushing out cum. “Fuck-“

Your muscles relax and your chest heaves up and down, It takes Namjoon seconds before he bursts his nut into his condom while throwing his head back. “Fuck.” The muscles on his chest tense when he fucks you through his orgasm, he falls down beside you on the bed, both of you collapsed next to each other, he’s on his back breathing fast and you’re face down on the sheets.

Both of you fucked and tired.

It’s only seconds later, you look at him and he looks back at you, both of you let out a soft laugh, he closes his eyes. “You’re fucking amazing.”

You grin at that compliment even though you should be the one giving it to him. You lay down on your back and turn to him, he sits up and rolls the condom off of his dick, before twisting a knot into it and throwing it in a bin, he leaves the room for a second, then comes back to the bedroom with a pack of cigarettes in his hand, he sits on the bed again, elbows on his thighs, he puts a cigarette between his lips and lights it up.

All you see is his carved back and his head leaning back to blow smoke, you watch him carefully for seconds, you can’t seem to take your eyes off of this man.

You sit up on your knees and wrap your arms around him from behind, printing a few kisses on his shoulders and back before grabbing the cigarette from his hands and putting it between your lips, you turn to straddle him and sit on his thighs, he seems startled for a second, you take a drag and blow out smoke away from his face before offering him back his smoke.

“Stay the night.”

“What?” He heard you the first time but he’s just making sure.

“You heard me.”  You smirk. “You can leave in the morning, it’s too late now and your pants aren’t even done.”

He stares at you in the eyes, and he sees that you genuinely want him to stay and there’s no harm. It’s just one night.

He grabs the smoke from your hand and takes a puff, blowing smoke away from your face and lifting an eyebrow at you, “Okay.” He nods.

You get up from his lap and almost lose your balance, his hand reaches fast to grab you but it lands on your ass.

“I can’t tell if you’re helping or if it’s an excuse to touch my ass Namjoon.” You turn to look at him, he stands up and takes another puff from his smoke before offering it back to you. “I don’t need an excuse to touch your ass, Y/N.”  His chest brushes against yours, you take the cigarette and put it in between your lips, taking a long drag.

You did have friends who smoked back in college, you took occasional puffs here and there, but you don’t really like it that much.

You blow smoke into his face. “Go shower. We totally forgot about the water we boiled for the noodles.”

“Hmm..” He puts a finger under his chin and pretends to be thinking. “Noodles or sex?”

You giggle playfully and hit his chest, turning to catch your tank top you throw it on and turn on your bathroom light. “I have everything you need in here.” You guide him into the bathroom. “Shampoo and conditioner are by the shower head, I have extra toothbrushes in the second drawer, and the blow dryer is in this closet.” You point at the closet under the sink before you hand him a towel, he nods and scratches the back of his neck, shifting awkwardly in his spot.

“What?”

“I have nothing to wear.” He looks down at you.

“Oh, you can stay in your towel if you want to.” You shrug nonchalantly, he crosses his arms and says with a hint of a pout. “Of course I can’t.”

“Unless you want me to lend you a thong.” You offer him. He squints his eyes. “I’ll choose the towel thank you.”

You leave the bathroom and go back to the kitchen, the water you boiled earlier has gone cold, you boil it again before picking out side dishes from the fridge, cup noodles were enough earlier, but not anymore when you’re past two rounds of heavy pounding.

It’s minutes after, both of you seated on your kitchen table and eating like you’ve never seen food before, you admire this guy even more, he’s not like any of the guys you slept with.

He has manners when he’s eating, he doesn’t chew loud, nor with his mouth open, he wipes his mouth clean after every bite, he doesn’t even speak with food in his mouth.

“You know what I find weird?” He asks, scraping the last of his ramen into a spoon. You look at him and wait for him to finish. “We slept together and we don’t even each other’s ages.”

“Oh yeah.” It hits you now too, you put your chopsticks down and take a sip of water. “I think what matters most is that we’re both adults.” You shrug.

“Mhm.” He agrees, then eats the last spoonful of ramen.

“But really how old are you?” You contradict your previous point which makes you earn a subtle laugh from him.

“I turn thirty in September.” He says right after he swallows his bite. “You?”

You nod, he actually does look thirty.

You lean your elbow on the table and put your chin into your palm. “Try to guess.”

“That’s a very risky game.” He shakes his head. “I refuse to guess.”

“Come on, at least try.” You whine, you’re genuinely curious to know how old he thinks you are.

“Hmm..” He leans both his elbows on the table and leans closer to stare into your eyes, tilts his head and squints his eyes for a second. “A gorgeous face with an insanely hot figure.”

You clear your throat, he leans closer and his nose hits yours. “With your beautiful ass and a tight pussy like yours?”

Your head is spinning, your mouth opens but you pause for a second.

He blurts out your exact age and guesses right, but something tells you that he knows that before and you look at him suspiciously. “How’d you know?”

“You have your medical degree hung up on the wall.” He smirks. “It has your birth date on it.”

“Such an idiot.” You hit him on his chest and get up to clean the table. He laughs and helps you discarding the empty ramen cups.

“I’m just messing with you.” He stands behind you while you’re cleaning the only dish you used, “But I was serious about your face and your body, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He presses against you cornering you against the sink, you shiver when you feel his breath down your neck. “You’re going to be the death of me, Kim Namjoon.”

He bites the skin on your neck softly and whispers. “I’d fuck you again but I would kill for some sleep now.”

You won’t even try to refuse if he offered more sex, you can’t get enough of him.

-

It’s almost 3 in the morning, the room is completely dark and it feels warmer than usual even when the air conditioning is turned on. You blame it on your dreams and what happened earlier with the man lying next to you.

You turn to look at him, sleeping on his side and covering just his lower half, he slept naked considering his clothes weren’t dry nor comfortable enough to sleep with.

He looks incredibly alluring even when he’s asleep,  you were sucking his cock in your dreams just a couple second ago and it felt amazing to be in control and pleasure him. The heat between your legs makes you whine in frustration, you have to wake him up.

No no.

You Need to wake him up. Now.

You take the covers off of you, sit up and straddle his hips, not fully landing on top of him, the blanket still covering his lower half. You bury your face in his neck and kiss him there softly, once, twice, thrice, then up to his ear, you lick it and blow air softly into it, which makes him shift in bed. “Mmm.” He groans and opens one eye. “Y/N, are you okay?”

Now you fully land on his lower half, the blanket is still stopping you from touching his cock with your cunt. You grab his head into your hands and kiss him on the lips softly, he’s still half asleep so he hardly kisses back. “We have to get some sleep.” He mumbles.

You’re totally unbothered by his statement, so you kiss him again and go down to his neck, licking a long line from his collarbone up to the back of his ear, then kiss him there, moving down to his neck and giving him soft bites.

His hands land on your hips and he hums in return. “Are you up?” You ask him, he nods, his eyes half open. “Good.” You say sternly.

You move down to his chest and kiss him, sucking on some spots here and there, then moving down to his stomach, you print a few kisses on it then gaze at his trail of pubes, the excitement in you is indescribable, you’ve never wanted to blow a man this much.

He feels you moving down and he knows what you’re about to do, he sits up on his elbows and looks at you, his hair messy and his lips pouty, eyes half open. His hand reaches for your hair and he tugs it away from your face and behind your ear.

His mind is still foggy from being in deep sleep, but his body is already on fire, he can’t remember the last time he got his dick sucked.

You pull the blanket off of him and grab his hardening dick in your hand, trailing a few wet lines of saliva on it to make it wet, you stroke it slowly and kiss his upper thigh while looking up at him. He’s fully conscious and alert.

“I’ve been wanting to taste your dick.” You tease him with your sleepy voice. “Will you please let me suck your dick?”

That alone makes his dick fully erect in your hand, and it even twitches which makes you giggle sexily at it, you stick your tongue out and slam his dick onto it a couple of times, making it completely wet.

“Fuck, Y/N.” His bottom lip sits between his teeth and he takes a long exhale when he feels your tongue licking his dick from the base to the very tip slowly but repeatedly.

The leaking tip finally sits inside your mouth and you wrap your lips around it, and like you’ve never eaten a dick before, you devour it, you want to feel his dick on every taste bud, and he tastes fucking good.

You’re hungry for him and eager to pleasure him, you want him to feel your mouth and cum inside it.

“You look so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth.” His hips move up to push more of his dick inside your mouth. You’re soaking wet for him.

You were lucky you’ve never had issues with your gag reflex, it’s hardly even there which is what makes you give the best blow jobs ever.

Your head bobs lower and to take more of his enormous dick inside your mouth, you will have terrible jaw pain in the morning, but he’s fucking worth it.

You can feel the tip of his dick tickling your uvula which makes him tense and sit up for a second, you land even further down and his dick is now fucking your throat. “Shit your mouth feels so fucking good.”

You pull back from his dick and stroke it again, coughing a couple of times and looking into his eyes.”I want you to cum down my throat Namjoon.”

He has the look of the lost puppy on his face again, he cannot believe you just said that, his jaw even drops and his eyes move back and forth between your left and right eye.

You lick his balls once which makes him spread his legs a little wider. “Will you?”

Your question snaps him out of his thoughts, he nods slowly and you’re more than satisfied with his answer. You took the man off guard what were you expecting.

You stroke his cock again and suck on his balls, hallowing your cheeks and running your tongue up and down his sack, you move further down to his ass and you lick his hole once which makes him flinch and almost close his legs, he grabs you by the head and gasps. “What are you doing?”

Your eyebrows form into a clear frown. “Rimming your ass clearly, do you not want me to?”

“It feels weird.” He shakes his head in denial.

“You fingered my asshole earlier.” You shrug, your hand still stroking his cock. “It was weird too.”

“But it was good weird, wasn’t it?” He asks, out of breath, he’s already about to cum.

“And does this not feel good weird?” You raise an eyebrow and look at him challenge, most men do enjoy their ass eaten but won’t even admit.

It takes him a few seconds to think, he clearly enjoyed it but he’s denying it.

“Fine, I won’t do it again.” You lick his balls again and suck on them, before putting his dick back into your mouth, his tug gets harder on your hair and he starts moving his hips up to fuck your face, slamming into your throat roughly until audible gags are heard, his balls slam against your chin and your tears are already streaming down on your face.

“I’m gonna cum.” He announces, out of breath. You pull his dick out of your mouth and try to catch a breath, you kiss his dick a couple of times and look at him in the eyes. “I wanna feel your cum down my throat.”

“Come on baby let me fuck your mouth again.” He runs his thumb on your bottom lip, you stifle a grin at the pet name and put his dick back into your mouth, his hand goes back to pull your hair, and he slams into your throat again, sloppy gagging sounds fill your room, your nails dig into his thighs, you need to catch a breath but he’s already close to cumming, so you decide on holding your breath longer.

“Fuuuck.” You can feel his cum down your throat and he fucks your face through it, releasing a loud breath with each ribbon he shoots. “Oh my fucking god.” He lets go of your hair and throws his head back into the pillow, you pull his dick out of your mouth and kiss his lower stomach and thighs while catching a breath.

“You’re fucking incredible.” He leans his wrist on his forehead and clears his throat. You crawl up to him and catch his lips into a soft kiss, he kisses back immediately and pulls the cover over both of you, and you sleep in his arms, which you normally would refuse to do because it feels intimate, but you’re both too tired to think.

--

You turn in bed, your joints all feel loose and your back hurts, your head even feels heavy and you’re craving more sleep.

You’ve always been a morning person, you like waking up early and working out at home or even taking a jog around your block, take a shower and grab a bite before planning out your day. Even if you slept really late, you’d wake up early and just nap during the day.

You let out a gasp when you finally open your eyes, your vision still blurry. There’s a man next to you.

You must’ve been in deep sleep to even forget he spent the night here. Although the reason you’re in deep sleep is because he pounded you hard last night he just knocked you to sleep.

He opens his eyes and looks up at you, a lazy smile on his face, he rubs his eyes and crawls closer to you, leaning his head on your chest and hugging your body closer, his hands tugging on the short silk dress you’re wearing.

You hesitate a second before wrapping your arms around him, hugging his warmth closer to you.

He looks up at you and his eyes shift between your eyes and lips, before he gives your lips a soft kiss. And the moment his lips land on yours, your phone starts ringing, you kiss him back quickly before reaching to grab your phone, it’s Hoseok.

“I need to answer this.” You look at him, he nods and lazily buries his head in the crook of your neck, you swipe your phone screen and answer the phone. “Hobi?”

“Are you still asleep? It’s 10 in the morning, are you okay?” Hoseok knows you wake up early so he genuinely thinks you’re sick or something.

“No I’m fine, I went to bed late.” And you’re trying so hard to focus but the man in your arms won’t let you. His lips are kissing behind your ear and down your neck, licking some spots with his warm tongue, and his arms are hugging your waist closer to his, his morning wood felt as it is against you.

“I found you the screws you were looking for, you know for your pantry shelves. Do you want me to come over and install them?”

It’s totally not the time, and the man you stated your fear of to Hoseok is in your bed. Now your body tenses because Hoseok knows the pass code to your door and he could come any minute.

“Of course, but I need to shower and finish a few things first, okay?” You see Namjoon’s head disappear under the blanket and he’s kissing your thighs and spreading them apart to sit between them, he pulls your panties to the side and kisses your cunt lovingly like he didn’t fuck it the night before.

“Okay, I’ll get breakfast too, I just got off work and I haven’t eaten anything.” At this point you could agree to anything because you just want to end the call before you get busted.

“Cool, okay.” You sit on your elbows. “I’ll see you later Hobi, thank you for the screws.”

“I’ll see you.” He finally hangs up, you throw your phone down on the mattress next to you and throw the blanket down on the floor.

Namjoon looks at you ever so innocently before he shoves his middle finger inside your hole, which makes you whimper and bite on your lips. “It’s still morning.”

“You’re allowed to suck my dick in the middle of my sleep, but I’m not allowed to eat your pussy when I wake up?” He smirks and kisses your clit softly. “I’m just saying thank you for letting me stay the night.” He curls his fingers inside you and you hold onto the sheets while throwing your head back. “Oh Namjoon..”

“Hm?” He spreads your pussy open and sucks onto your clit, flicking his tongue against it which makes you wet in a snap of a finger.

“Sucking your dick in the middle of your sleep was fucking worth it.” You look at him and move your hips with his fingers, creating a slow grind on his face. He laughs at your words and climbs up to kiss you on the lips, his fingers sliding out of you. “You liked sucking my dick didn’t you?”

You sit up and push him down on the mattress, before reaching for your nightstand and grabbing out a condom and putting it on your pillow. You climb on top of him and straddle his thighs, slowly but gently landing on his erection.

“So you’re into morning sex, Kim Namjoon?” You grab his hands into yours and lean down to kiss the corner of his lips, slowly grinding against his bare cock, his grip tightens around your hands and his eyes scan your bodies. You go down to his long neck and satisfy your urge to kiss it, using your teeth to bite on his skin gently, what grabs your attention is his necklace.

It had a barely noticeable heart chain, with the name ‘Jay’ engraved on it.

“Who’s Jay?”

[sweet-villain]

May I have "i cannot stand you, and yet i also cannot stand to be away from you." With my man Billy

𓆩♡𓆪 the thirst I have for this man today is unreal 𓆩♡𓆪

His back was to you with his body tense and his fist are to his side. Billy felt very vulnerable around you and he didn't know what to do with himself. You made him feel safe, on the other hand, you never could stop talking. It made Billy angry, he did enjoy your voice but one days when he gets into it with Neil, is days where he doesn't want to hear you.

" Billy?" you call out to him. He closes his eyes, they were filled with tears spilling over his cheeks. He had climbed through your window after getting into a fight with Neil, Max had went out and he was suppose to watch her.

Billy ran to you but when he got there, you could not stop asking questions. He wanted you to stop.

" I cannot stand you, and yet I also cannot stand to be away from you." You heard him says with his back to you. You slowly made your way to him and touched his shoulder, rubbing it in comfort. His body was still tensed up, his fist were unclenching and clenching as he was trying to hard to keep himself together.

" It's okay, Billy" you spoke, your voice soft and making him shudder. You began tracing patterns on his back easing him wanting him to turn around and look at you. When he still hasn't, you wrap your arms around him from the back and place your head on his back.

You waited. Then you heard it, his sniffles and sobs as he turned around burying his head in the crook of your neck and grabbing you, pulling you closer.

You held him all night till the morning when he stayed looking into your eyes, knowing he found his person.

[sincerelylea]

"Hell's Comin With Me" by Poor Mans Poison + one of the boys - author's pick :3

hola. i love this. straight up had a blast with this prompt.

this is very canon-compliant i'd say. i follow the episodes to a T nearly, sorry if you don't like that. i just had this idea and i couldn't shake it.

tw: heavy angst, graphic blood mentions, codependancy kinda, some spicy themes for a moment but it's brief.

this will include post hell dean and demon dean. also 4.7 k word count.

truly enjoy it.

dean winchester. i am the devil you forgot.

he came back without so much as a chip off his shoulder. hungry, thirsty, prepared for the reality of facing his family to see what they’d become since his time apart. looking into his face again felt like holy oil was poured down your back and set alight; a part of you knew you’d see him again, by some grace of god or what have you. yet when he knocked on that motel room door and he stood before sam, thunder went off inside you. the impossible was impossible for the winchesters. you knew this well but to see it face you after months of grieving and nonstop work to rid your mind of your pain, it seemed unreal. 

he was different from the start,but he never addressed it. brushed it off, locked it in a box and buried it beneath the earth so deep you thought you’d never live to see the day where he spoke about it. sam was itching to get it out of him; as were you just to hear what he went through down there so as to help him. you loved him. you’d pick up his broken pieces shard by shard and mend them back together by the glue of your hands, didn’t matter if you had your own shattered pieces on the floor. dean would never let you do it. he was too stubborn to talk, to let the weight off and let someone carry the other half. 

no, instead he smiled and joked over the rims of his beers, ate cheeseburgers like his life depended on it, and shrugged off the memory when asked by sam. 

“i don’t remember it.” he’d say. his eyes would shine forest green, look between sam’s as if he was searching in his brother’s eyes if that reply was enough to put it to rest. because that’s what he needed so badly. was to forget. to put it away.

because if he talked about it - then it was all true. 

-

sam closes the door to the chamber with his good hand, leaving in there dean, who sits tied to a chair in a red button down and a thirst for killing. he had an image in his brain then, what color yours and sam’s blood would be on the wall when he’d inevitably paint it later. when the silence of the chamber swallows him up to leave him on that chair tied and bound, he clenches his jaw in thought. 

for now he’d let sam and you mull it over. that this is how it was now. he knew you two would never let up, but the idea of you squirming in grief of loosing him again makes him grin. if only to see you both suffer, to see you be the prey, it’d be worth it. 

he’s got so much evil in him it’s seeping from his pores - it almost washes over him, warm, powerful. 

you hear sam’s footsteps before you see him. he’s got a sam kind of look on his face, the one with the soft melted brow - distraught and concerned and aching just to fix the situation already. he sees you, sitting on dean’s bed with the covers half-hazardly spread. a lazy attempt at making it on dean’s part. and in your hands rest photos. 

his brow quirks, he takes a few steps to sit beside you. 

you don’t look at him, didn’t have any intentions of speaking until the words just came out anyway. 

“it’s us.” you say with a sad smile just in the corner of your mouth. you offer the photos and sam takes them gingerly, looking over them in a soft glazed gaze. he shuffles through them gently, ones of dean and mary, of dean and sam, and ones of him and you. smiley, laughing, whiskey at the table as you sit on his lap and make an obnoxiously big smile just to get on his nerves a bit. 

your head softly leans against his wide shoulders, eyes closed - glossy though hiding it for a moment as he still looks over the photos. you tuck your hands folded between your legs, finding solace in touch. “we have to bring him back, sam.” 

“we will. we’ll bring him back. i’ll make sure of it.”

then you hear a door slam open.

-

you got your own motel room tonight to share with him. and you pushed for it so you could have some privacy with him to finally get him to crack. maybe that was harsh; you’re beating yourself up on the walk to your room instead. 

you longed to have that kind of intimacy with him again. the kind where he wasn’t afraid to get emotional when talking about his fucked up childhood or the kind where he wasn’t afraid to spill anything or everything. you just wanted to hear him speak - it was tearing you up inside to think you couldn’t help him or that you weren’t offering the grounds in which he felt comfortable enough to open up. 

because you knew he was hiding something. and you had a feeling of what it was about. you saw it in how his eyes would glaze over sometimes, he’d get lost in thought on the road and sam would snap him out of it. 

you lean in to kiss him after you shower. gently, only with the intention of sharing your love in a kind of way that couldn’t be spoken. he meets you back tenderly, resting his forehead against your own when you part. your hand slides up his chest, resting to cup the side of his neck. his own runs up your leg, resting warmly on your waist as you kiss his mouth open - lost and drunk on the feeling and taste of the man you’d grieved for and loved so damn bad. 

when you lift onto your knees he pauses and parts - “wait, wait, wait-”  his palm rests on your chest above your heart, the other  cradling your jaw. you stop, your touch on him returns lighter, you sit back on your legs and part to look at him with concerned searching eyes over his face. 

“what’s wrong- i’m sorry-” your head shakes and he does the same. it’s hard for him to look at you, because if he does he’s afraid of crying and he hates doing that in front of you. 

“no it’s-it’s not… it’s not you.” he rests defeated, looking into your face now. his hands fall to your shoulders and squeeze them before his thumbs soothe over your skin. you wish he wouldn’t try to comfort you right now. 

your hands hold his face gingerly, swiping over his scruff and under his watery eyes. the corners of his mouth tighten. “i-i can’t…i’m sorry.”

“don’t-” you shake your head. your eyes are melty like butter, brow too. dean looks into that softness in your face and the way you look at him and it makes him sick with the memories of hellfire. “don’t ever apologize to me for that, okay?”

you force a smile to comfort him, your eyes match his own in watery-ness and you nod as if you don’t feel like crumbling in front of the broken man. 

“hey,” he’s going in to try and comfort your tears as if he isn’t in the same boat as you right now and you shake your head. 

“no you can’t… you can’t right now. don’t comfort me, it’s you who needs it.” you remove your hands from his face and wipe at your own. he doesn’t listen, moving your hands aside to brush the few hot tears rolling down your cheeks. 

“why’re you cryin, sweetheart?”

“because this happened to you. and i want to fix it.”

-

“where are you, lovebug?” he calls out in a sing-song voice. that sound bounces off the concrete walls heavy, rings out like an organ in a church. meanwhile, sam’s flat along the wall of a neighboring hallways to the voice, you beside him, with his hand on your arm as you mimicked his movement. you round the doorway at the end of the hallway to be met with a flight of stairs as a door slams too close for comfort. 

not many words were shared with sam in that moment if any. his eyes widen so big, jaw slack as he breathed in hushed breaths; ears steering clear for any sounds that might alert where dean was in that very moment. 

he escaped. was the first alarm bell sounding off in your head as you sat on dean’s bed with sam. of course he’d escaped. he’d become america’s most wanted right now in a few hours if he so pleased.

doors open, you keep flat feel as you roll through your steps to minimize sound. if you’re breathing you don’t notice, for it’s fallen silent.

every one of his footsteps sends an ice bath of chills over the top of your head; and your heart fell so fast and hard you were positive it was in your ass. 

you loved dean for so many years, knew him like the back of your hand, and when you kept close to sam taking those weary steps to keep out of dean’s sight you realized just how far this being was from him. he was nothing like him. this was a creature - the kind that sliver through the night, that raise goosebumps on your skin and keep your eyes open under your covers. the kind that leave you a shrivel of fear in the wake of what you used to be. 

he truly was evil incarnate. existing to ride and thrive off of your pain - your fear. 

you’d hate to admit it was working. but he knew that already. you knew he did. 

not to mention the sound of his voice. it was using dean’s body but it wasn’t him. wasn’t his. he twisted and mangled it in his own way and when it left his lips it was dripping in this venom that soaked to the floor and burned in the walls like acid. he was rancid. a menace. 

forget every other demon you’ve faced. what they’d ever done to you or seen them done to others. this was sinful. sin in it’s purest form. 

and that’s why you had to get him back. 

sam moves from behind a ledge in the main room of the bunker, shooting a look at you to follow him without having to speak and make that noise. he gingerly opens the drawer at the work bench, wraps his hand around the set of keys sitting stop other tools, making every movement silently so as not to draw attention to the beast lurking in your halls. 

you watch him and pray he doesn’t make noise with every stretch of his fingers and every step he takes to follow another hallway down into the depths; with you just at his tail. 

“come on y’all.” it’s gruff when it leaves his throat, you’re far enough away to keep moving. “don’t you wanna kick back? spend a little quality time?”

keep moving. just behind sam. your years of hunting and being raised like a machine couldn’t fail you like this. couldn’t fail sam like this. couldn’t fail dean like this. 

“i know you miss that quality time, don’t you sugar?”

you close your eyes tight, but keep walking. you know sam has a destination in mind and you’re meeting his pace with a hand hovering over your holster. in truth you didn’t know what the reality of what he was capable of. every hair on your body stands on edge, even your knees feel weak and head still spinning. 

-

he was quiet that night. it was him who asked the motel concierge for two separate rooms with a gruff in his voice and sadness in his eyes. sam looked at you with eyes that spoke a million words, you nod to him when you know dean isn’t paying attention. you’d take care of him. you always would. it was your job to see this through, to help him heal when he couldn’t do it himself. you follow him to the motel room door just next to sam’s and you squeeze sam’s arm just before you part, reassuring him that his brother was in safe hands. not that sam had any doubt anyway. 

he pushes the door open with a pained expression, almost like it was too much for him to handle. you follow shortly behind, a hand between his shoulder blades and a soft, curt mention of comfort before you disappear into the room for the night. 

when he slinks his duffel bag off his shoulder and onto the bed he has that same pained expression. he was always good at fixing his gaze, hardening it before he looked at you so he wouldn’t crack as easy under your melting pressure. 

“i’m gonna…” his hand meets his forehead, rubs there for a minute. “i’m gonna shower.”

you nod, and hold back for a moment as he makes his way inside. when the spray starts up, you grab your clothes at a slower pace so he has some time to adjust before you follow him in there. you hold your bottles in hand, blessing the target you found a few days ago for your favorite soaps. who knew such little joys could impact your night routine. 

when you step inside the bathroom he doesn’t say anything; not even when you step into the shower and put down your soaps on the bathtub ledge. he’s facing the water, away from you. as soon as you stepped in he lets off his hands from the wall in front of him and looks down now, water running over his hair and down his broad back. 

you wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your chest against his back and your cheek there too. for a moment you close your eyes, and only the sound of the water fills your head. he doesn’t tense, doesn’t move much in that minute that you sit there, only rests his hands on your own. 

he breathes. you feel that rise and fall. for this minute you’re the only two people in the world and you wished only that it’d last longer. this peace. this kind of serenity. 

“it’s okay.” you remind, holding him tight still. you can’t see his expression, but you know which one it must be. 

when he turns in your arms he smooths the wetness in your hair with both of his hands before holding you to him by your waist.

“i know.” he reminds. cheek on the top of your head. 

when you look up to him in his arms, your hair has fallen over your face to cover your eyes thanks to the spray from the shower. and not to ruin the tender moment, but you can’t help but chuckle at the idea of how silly you must look in the moment. 

he follows you in a short huff of a laugh, reaching for the shampoo behind you. “i take it it’s wash day?”

-

the electrical room. the keys in sam’s hands are thick and jingly. you wince at every sound, taking a peak at the ledge just behind you to make sure the coast was clear. you’re still hearing faint faint footsteps. he’s still stalking, still hunting, still searching. you’re not completely unaware of sam’s plan, just wishing it’d come faster.

the door opens, you rush inside and close it behind you as sam b-lines for the lever across the room. 

you imagine how he’s walking. he always had a curt arrogance about him, confidence and cockiness. you wondered if he was armed; stupid thought of course he was. he’d made it to the kitchen if you weren’t mistaken. 

just as sam opens the door to the electrical switches, a sharp boom is heard from across the compound. a door perhaps. your head whips to the direction of the sound, and for a moment you can have some kind of communication with sam. he looks to you, standing before the emergency switch, and you nod.

when his hand pushes it downward - the entire compound is doused in a rich red lighting. it paints the walls in a shade as crimson as blood. seeing might be a bit harder. not to mention everything just got a little more terrifying. 

the alarm is ringing but you still hear that gruff voice call out. 

“smart, guys.”there’s too much enjoyment in his tone. you can hear his smile. “locking the place down… doors won’t open… i get it.”

sam’s looking around now at the sound. a bit closer than it once seemed. that icy chill starts at the crown of your head and freezes you cold to the tips of your toes. 

“but here’s the thing,” you both can tell his voice is moving, down a hallway, closer. “i don’t wanna leave.”

“not til i find you both.” 

the panic has set in harder than intended, sam still takes the lead and you graciously follow as he opens the door - now fearful enough to not care about the noise. you both take that chance. if you’re loud it doesn’t matter. as long as you can run fast enough. hide quiet enough. 

“dollface.” he commands. sam must have a destination in mind, he’s b-lining right for something. “sammy.”

“you’re just making this worse for yourself, guys!” he must be in the main room. you’re shoulder to shoulder with sam, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing next to you. sweat is beginning to form at your hairline - though with every passing word leaving dean’s lips it turns cold. your mouth is dry, hands clammy, this level of fear was one you hadn’t felt in a while. it was primal. survival was your only instinct now. 

“oh, by the way you can uh… blame yourself for me getting loose.” sam’s head hits the wall behind him. he closes his eyes in frustration and tightens his hold on the blade in his palm. 

“all that blood you pumped into me to make me human - well” he’s cut off with his own laughter. “the less demon i was the less the cuffs worked.”

his voice is still moving, now seeming closer than ever. you assume sam has a plan, but you still look to him with wide eyes. he meets your gaze and nods.

“and that devil’s trap…well, i just walked right across it. it smarted! but still…”

-

“it wasn’t four months y’know…”

“what?”

“it was four months up here but down there… i don’t know time’s different… it was more like fourty years.”

you’re sat on the cooler just in front of the boys. sam leaning against the hood of the impala and dean on the passenger side door. it was cool out that day. a little humid, but the beer on ice cooled your nerves enough. 

dean had shared more about hell with you, details like this were sparse, you figured this was him finally opening up. but damn this was hard. to see him have to speak about it, hear it in his voice as he tried to cover it up. in front of you was the man, but it crumbled down to the boy behind him. he was raised as a machine, fought like one. defended his family like one. but when he peeled off the jacket at night, when the silence was the gateway eating as his brain to think of the chains in his muscle, he fell apart. 

sam didn’t push him, he didn’t know what it was like. he saw how it ate at him though, and it killed him inside. chipped away little pieces at him sometimes. 

your lips pause at the top of your bottle, mouth twists, and you put your beer back down and listen. 

“they uh… they sliced. and carved. and tore me in ways that you- until there was nothing left.” you hear the tears in his voice before they show. feel the sickness in your stomach for failing him, sam feels it too. 

“and then suddenly, i would be whole again. like magic.” he takes another sip so as to not ruin his taste. 

there’s an ache at the back of your throat. the one you get when you see how hell left him in shambles. everyday you feel like beating yourself up for it - though sam was there to ease the guilty hangovers and listen to your proclamations of saving the man you loved so dearly. tears blur out your vision before you know what to do with them. 

“just so they could start in all over.” it was getting harder for him to talk about it, but you didn’t stop him. you understood he needed this. 

“and alastair, at the end of every day. every one. he would come over, and he would make me an offer.” sam looks to him, though dean is facing away.

“to take me off the rack.. if i put souls on. if i started the torture.” there’s disgust on his tongue, he tastes it for himself in memory. 

“and everyday i’d tell him to stick it where the sun shines. for thirty years i told him.”

“but then i couldn’t do it anymore.” his voice wavers, shakes. his eyes look so green when they reddened with tears. you wipe your own face and bite at your cheeks. 

“i couldn’t..” he swallows and the corners of his mouth tighten. 

“and i got off that rack. god help me, i got off it. and i started ripping them apart.”

there it was. the boy. 

“i lost count at how many souls.”

“the things i did to them…”

those hot tears roll off his cheeks and you look to sam who’s got water in his own. “dean…” both you and sam say at the same time. 

“you held up for thirty years that’s longer than anyone would’ve.”

his face breaks and his lip quivers. he runs a hand over his face and it pulls away wet with tears. 

“how i feel?” 

“inside me.”

“i wish i couldn’t feel anything.” that’s when his eyes fall on you. for the first time since he’s started talking. and he sees the way your brow is pressed with worry and that crying overtakes your pretty face and he shakes his head, not at anything in particular, just wishing it was enough to stop the pain.

“i wish i couldn’t feel a damn thing.”

-

sam moves quick, grabs your forearm and leads you to a dark corner of the neighboring hallway, just out of sight, and just close enough to the door for his makeshift plan. 

you were silent before, but when you hear those footsteps begin to echo louder - when the echoing disappears and you hear them because they’re damn near next to you - is when you press a hand over your mouth and watch as dean pushes the door to the electrical room open with a wary hand. 

sam’s chest is rising and falling, you can hear his breathing and hope that dean doesn’t. dean stalks inside, sam looks at you for a moment and you meet his gaze. in a moments time the alarm is switched off, and that’s when sam makes a break to the door - slamming it closed and locking it tight. he tosses you the keys in the next moment and you reach for your blade.

“that’s y’alls big move?” he sounds off behind the door. 

“listen to me, dean!.” you strengthen your stance if only for personal comfort - eyes remaining glued to the door.

it was another kind of fear that dean put in you like this. using the body of the man you loved. even looking at him was hard. 

“we were getting close, okay!” sam’s breathing is heavy and he’s close to the door. you clench your jaw and speak since the beginning of his escape. 

“i know you’re still in there somewhere. just let us finish the treatments.”

the door booms with the sound of cracking wood and force. you and sam push back, watching as the second blow is delivered and shards of wood are flying from it’s hinges. 

“you act like i want to be cured.” a third hit, more wood flying. options are looking slim, you look at sam and see him lost in staring at the door behind here’s johnny’d.

“personally…”

“i like the disease.”

“dean stop! i don’t wanna use this blade on you!” force you didn’t foresee escaping you commanded your voice in that moment, blade drawn, eyes cold - only for a moment as he looks at you. 

christ, your skin crawls when he does. you feel that evil radiating from him, seeping into the ground, wielded by a hammer. 

“that sucks for you, doesn’t it sweetheart? cause you really mean that.” laughter bleeds into another hit at the door and you realize you only have so much time left before your brain will coat the wall or worse. 

“look, if you come out of that room, we won’t have a choice!” sam’s confidence is ever dwindling. christ knows neither of you want to hurt him. 

“sure you do.” he pauses. a chunk has been blown out enough from the door that his full gaze is seen in all it’s glory. 

“and i know which one you’ll make. ain’t that right, sammy?”

another blow. “but see, here’s the thing. i’m lucky,” you and sam both raise your knives in unison and you clench your jaw. “hell i’m blessed! cause there’s just enough demon left in me that killing you ain’t no choice at all.”

another three blows and the door comes down, you split when sam does, sprinting as if your life depended on it, which it did. you didn’t stick around to see him leave from behind the door, but with a call of both of your names you assume he’s back onto stalking.

“come on, sweetcheeks. let’s have a beer, talk about it.” his voice is following once again, you duck behind a hallway and hear those footsteps following just like before. 

“i’m tired of playing. let’s finish this game.”

you’re just up behind sam, he takes initiative to look around the corner now back at square one. the alarm is off so hearing him is more clear, but with the way his voice echoes and now that he’s fallen silent, you have no idea of which direction he’s headed until you feel a presence behind you.

“sam-!” you duck, sam does too to dodge the hit of his hammer. it’s stuck in the wall when he whips around - on instinct your blade meeting his throat.

you hold it there with a shaking, sweaty hand. eyes blown so wide you know he can see right through you to the source of your fear. he’s eating it up, even with a knife pulled on him he plays dominance. 

“well..” he draws out, sam’s got a blade just behind him as well, looking to you over his brother’s shoulder. “look at you, honey bunches.”

your breathing is shaky, and despite the fear rolling off you in waves and the ice cold gaze being delivered to you from the body of the man you love so dearly, you hold steady and swallow down the ever growing fire of anxiety in your veins. 

he grins across the blade.

“do it.” his parted lips slur, quickly tightening his jaw with a playful glimmer in his green eyes.

“it’s all you.” those gritted teeth hiss.

tension holds you tight on it’s string, you look at him and. you can’t. not him. not like this. not all of these years you’ve spent together - but this went without saying. he knew you wouldn’t - couldn’t - from the get go. 

you drop the blade in defeat and for a moment his eyes flicker to that cold black nothing - when two arms wrap around him and the moment nearly stops.