#you can’t see it cus where I was in the room was right behind them

[jellophoid]

FIRST YEAR OF COLLEGE IS FINISBEDD— some of my favourite pieces from my drawing 2 class ^^)) what a fun year

[melzula]

I JUMPED WHEN I SAW REQUESTS OPEN

zuko unintentionally saying something he doesn’t mean to reader (ex. ur clingy/annoying) and makes the reader like kinda distant cus they don’t wanna be annoying or clingy yk? then he comforts them and says sorry and it’s very much a angst to fluff moment!

a/n: i love this trope

summary: your sudden disappearance makes zuko reevaluate his behavior

The apartment is empty when Zuko returns from the tea shop. His bones ache from standing all day and his mood is sour from having to serve customers, but it doesn’t distract him from the fact that something is missing. The place feels dull and lacks its normal warmth, and the change unnerves him.

“It seems y/n has not yet returned home,” Iroh observes as he flicks on the lamps to rid the room of darkness.

“Where did she go?” Zuko murmurs, doing his best to mask his anxiety over your absence. It’s not like you to stay out late, especially considering your apartment isn’t exactly in one of the safer rings of Ba Sing Se, and it worries him.

“I’m not sure. She seemed to be in a hurry when she left this morning,” the older man recounts as he scans the room to look for any trace of her left behind. “She didn’t even have her morning tea!”

“She could be in danger. I’m going to search for her.”

“Would you like me to come with you?”

“No, one of us should stay here in case she comes back,” Zuko states before making his way out the door. “I don’t want her to come home to any empty apartment.”

“Be sure to watch your temper if you do find her, nephew. Y/n is struggling to adjust to this new life just as you are, and it is important you are patient with her.”

The Prince says nothing in response to his Uncle’s words, but he immediately feels the guilt and shame that they bring him. His warning serves as a reminder for his recent behavior, and Zuko is then able to figure out why you were nowhere to be found.

You’d been eating breakfast together that morning before he had to leave for work, and despite his irritable mood you seemed to be eager to start the day.

“I was thinking of visiting the market place to buy fresh groceries for dinner tonight. Maybe I could stop by the tea shop and bring lunch for you and your Uncle,” you suggested with a pleasant smile.

“Sure,” Zuko had grumbled in response before forcing another spoonful of bland porridge down his throat.

“And after dinner we can visit the fountain,” you had said with an excited smile. “I’d love to take a walk through the city and get some fresh air. We hardly ever leave the apartment.”

“This city is nothing but dirt. There’s nothing to see out there.”

“Oh,” you had murmured, your features deflating slightly at his negative comments. “I suppose you’re right. Maybe we can just stay in and play a game of pai sho instead. I’m not exactly sure how to play, but I bet you could teach me! It could be fun!”

“Don’t you ever get tired of hearing yourself speak?!” Zuko had finally snapped harshly, his patience finally having been worn thin by your ceaseless suggestions. He didn’t want to take a stroll or play pai sho or have any sort of fun, and he didn’t understand why you couldn’t get that. “This isn’t some little vacation. I failed to capture the Avatar and now we’re stuck here, do you understand? Go play pai sho with someone else.”

The room had grown deathly silent after Zuko’s outburst, and he was too annoyed to notice the way you kept your gaze glued firmly to the table to avoid him see the welling tears in your eyes. Without another word, you quietly excused yourself from the table and made your way out the door without an explanation or a goodbye. Zuko hadn’t seen you since.

“I’m such a jerk,” he curses himself as he roams the streets in search of you. You’re not in the market place and you’re not by the fountain, so where could you be? He’s beginning to worry, his mind conjuring up multiple scenarios where you’re in trouble and he can’t help you. It’s pure torture.

A familiar laugh floats through the air, and Zuko feels the hairs on his neck stand up at the soothing melody. He’s quick to follow the sound, and as he shoves his way through the crowded streets he finds himself coming to a stop at a small noodle shop. The shop is practically tucked into a corner and isn’t much to look at, but the inside is full of life as patrons eat and converse and enjoy the camaraderie. At the heart of the restaurant sits a table full of people focused on the game of pai sho before them, and at the center of the table you sit with a large grin and a white lotus tile in your hand.

“I can’t believe I won!” You exclaim with an excited clap of your hands before looking to the older woman sitting next to you. “Thank you so much for teaching me how to play. This is the most fun I’ve had in months!”

“Y/n?” Zuko calls, garnering the attention of you and your new friends at the table. The airy laughter and pleasantries die down at the sight of him and the room is suddenly filled with tension.

“Oh, hello, Lee,” you greet dully, your cheerful demeanor immediately disappearing when you make eye contact with the boy.

“What are you doing here? Why aren’t you at home?”

“You said to go play pai sho with someone else, so that’s what I’m doing,” you state bluntly, and Zuko looks away guiltily after hearing his own words repeated back to him.

“Can you please just come home? You shouldn’t be out on the streets this late, it’s dangerous.”

“Why do you care?” You retort harshly. “I’m having fun here. These people actually want my company.”

“Y/n,” Zuko says with an irritated sigh, doing his best to remain patient. “Please. If not for me then for Uncle. He’s just as worried for your safety as I am.”

You hesitate at his words, but after a moment of contemplating you finally excuse yourself from the table. You bid your new friends goodbye and promise to return for another game sometime before following Zuko out of the restaurant and beginning your walk back home.

“The moon is out tonight,” he notes quietly in an attempt to make small talk, but you don’t reply. You keep your gaze forward and maintain a respectable distance from him as you walk. “Maybe I was wrong about this place.”

“Congratulations for figuring that out,” you retort sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. Having finally had enough, Zuko grabs your wrist to stop you in your tracks and force you to look at him.

“Y/n, please talk to me,” he begs earnestly. “I feel horrible for what I’ve done.”

“Good, you should feel bad!” You exclaim angrily, harshly yanking your hand away from him. “You’ve been nothing but a jerk since we got to Ba Sing Se, and now that I’m finally giving you the space that you wanted you come and ruin my fun!”

“I don’t want space from you,” he insists desperately. “I was being an idiot! Y/n, I didn’t mean any of what I said. I was just feeling irritable and I took it out on you, but that isn’t fair of me.”

“I’m not going to be your punching bag for the rest of my life, Zuko,” you relent quietly, blinking back the tears that begin to form. “All I want is to start over, but you’re making it so difficult. Why did we even come here?”

“We came here because I realized you deserved better than to constantly live your life on the run,” he admits softly, carefully taking your hands in his own. “I know I’ve failed to make you happy or treat you the way you deserve, but you have to know that I care for you. The best part of my day is coming home to you after work, and I never want you to feel like a burden because you aren’t.”

“Thank you for saying that,” you sniffle with a meek smile, and when he pulls you into his arms for a hug you don’t protest. “I know this has been hard for you, but you have to understand that all I want is to support you and make the change as easy as possible for you.”

“I know, and I’ll forever be grateful for everything you do,” Zuko says before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “Now let’s get home before Uncle begins to worry.”

You say nothing more as he puts a protective arm around you and guides you through the streets of Ba Sing Se. The move has been tough, but he swears then that he’s going to do his best to improve his attitude and give you the support you need.

He has a lot of making up to do.

| zuko tags: @ilovespideyyy @yiyibetch @eridanuswave @lammello @a-monsters-love @taeeemin @lora21 @livelaughlovekuni @lovialy

| atla tags: @sirkekselord @niktwazny303

[jeansplaytoy]

random connie headcannons because why not

language, sexual(ish) parts, fluff.

clingy afff!!! he follows you everywhere, you can’t even go pee in peace because he’ll hop on the counter and talk to you while you pee.💀 ur just like “bro, get out.” and he’s like “no.” and he keeps talking.

makes you do those ‘couple’ tik toks where they’re like at a hotel or something and he’ll just back up from the camera, show you off, and then kiss you and end the tik tok.

consistently play fights with you😭. he can’t go more than two weeks without messing with you or pinching you for no reason and then when you hit him too hard he’ll be like “ight bruh, I’m finna beat yo ass.” & body slams you on the bed or something💀.

tries on your wigs simply because he can. but he takes them off when you come home because he knows you’ll beat his ass.

this boy smacks your ass hard as hell, just to make you mad. enough said.

when yall are just chillin he’ll put his feet straight in your face. 💀 like really, and they don’t even smell bad, and he’s like “eat my toes” you’re like “what the fuck?” and try to move em but he won’t stop at all 😭

he picks you up at random times. like you’ll be on the phone with somebody in the kitchen and he’ll grab you by your waist and carry you to the living room, drop you on the couch, and mind his business.

kinda like the first one, you HAVE to pee together when it’s night time or he’ll get all sassy at you. he’ll be like “bae, wake up. let’s go pee.” and you’ll just agree and he’ll wait for you to finish and while you wash your hands he’ll do his business.

fake bangs you from behind every time you lean over somewhere. that’s why you always check behind you when you’re picking something up.

calls you ‘bruh’ and ‘bro’ when he’s mad at you, but he’ll never call you by your real name.

and again, no privacy. he’s all up on you every time you’re texting somebody or when you’re calling someone, he’s there, watching you with big ass eyes just to ask who it was.

will randomly say “i don’t care” in the middle of you telling him something until you punch him in his arm 😭.

grabs you by your neck and kisses you when you’re about to piss him off or when you’re mad at him.

gives you nicknames like ‘mami’, ‘mamas’, ‘ma’, ‘guapa’, and sometimes ‘peach’ cus that ass FAT🙏🏾.

is a big crybaby bro. ESPECIALLY to you. “mamaaa, my game not working.” and you’ll go downstairs to see what’s wrong. “what?” “my game ain’t working.” and he’ll look at you as you go over to his ps5, only to see, in clear day, that it isn’t plugged in. and you’ll look at him in the dumbest way ever. the worse thing about it is, this is not the first time it happened. 💀

when you hug, he’ll purposely put his hands right under your cheeks and grab your kitty. (i’m sorry LMAO)

can’t fall asleep without rubbing your thighs or your waist, but is laid out all over the bed when you wake up.

randomly grabs your boobs for comfort. (and don’t wear a tank top around him shawty)

;)

forgot this was in my drafts 😕.

[nicromancytarot]

WHAT DOES YOUR PERSON WANT TO DO TO YOU? 18+ themes.

This is a general reading based on a collective of people. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t. If you don’t feel the pile resonates with you, don’t be scared to try another, if it still doesn’t feel right, that’s ok! Maybe our energies aren’t as connected and my readings are not for you.

I do these strictly for fun and educational purposes. I don’t change for these readings and I do not fake readings. I would tell you the cards I got but I pull like 20-30 cards each reading and that just slightly a strenuous task to write them all down lmao.

PICK A CARD READING

I asked my spirit guides what the person you’re thinking about would do to you if they could, this was crazy so pick a picture to find out!

Pile 1 ———> Pile 2 ———> Pile 3

PILE 1

Bro’s fantasising, I put my music on shuffle and got this one song which triggered a memory of when I had a crush on this girl and sat in the car staring out of the window creating scenarios about her to the song lmao, so I feel as though your person may be on the same wavelength as me.

My entire body hurt during this reading, I was having full body channeling which was crazy for me, but as soon as I wrote down that my back and stomach were killing me, the pain went away, so your person may want to metaphorically break your back and possibly even get you pregnant, I was also randomly sweating like crazy so it’s gonna be steamy when they get to have you, I feel like you guys will be going for multiple rounds until both of you are absolutely exhausted and can’t take anymore.

Not going to lie, I see this being someone from the past? #Fuckexes. (Not literally.)

Firstly they may stalk your social media or keep tabs on you, I notice someone gasping at the others breasts if you have those, if they have breast than I’m pretty sure you love them, this is the type of conversation when someone can’t stop looking at the others breasts and is barely paying attention to the conversation.

They wanna watch you play with yourself, they may even want you to send them a video of you touching yourself.

For some of you I can see that they like butt-play, and they like having from behind cus they really enjoy your butt and shoulders, they may like to leave kisses or hickeys on the back of your shoulders. They may also only really see you in a room full of people romantically, but I do get senses that this person may have or might cheat if you were or get into a relationship.

PILE 2

They wanna wine and dine you prior to having sex with you, and I think that they also want to learn what you’re into and have a long winded conversation about both of your boundaries. They also really enjoy your breasts, or you enjoy theirs, I can see that either of you may want to leave a lot of kisses or hickeys there; maybe even for other people to see if you or they enjoy wearing low cut shirts and dresses.

They seem very gentle and worry about your pleasure more than their own, they do want to do some type of butt stuff with you. (What is it with the butt stuff today?) They want to eat the booty or go the full way with it.

At the end they want you to reward their hard efforts with some good ole’ head.

PILE 3

They want to offer a relationship before having sex with you, I do get the vibe that this could be a future spouse who picks you up after heartbreak as we have both the 4 of wands and the 3 of swords. This is the tile of sex that has you forgetting about all the bad things in your life and in the world.

There’s only one card in the spread where she’s not covering her stomach and it’s while she’s watching him count his money so you may only think about getting pregnant after you know they have enough money to sustain you and the baby (they do, they live a life of luxury.) Or you may show them that you have enough money before they think of allowing you to get them pregnant.

They want to take you from behind, finally we have a pile that doesn’t refer to butt-play (amen.) They’re pretty masculine so they would want to take over all of the masculine roles.

You may find them sneaking a glance at your breasts when you first meet.

[alexa-fika]

Pops reacting to childreader 💳💳💳💳💳💳💳💳💳💸💸💸🪙💰

I have been cliff hung 1 to many times...

*this part opt but I have a feel either dragon or winged reader would be kinda scared at first.. cus he's built fucking different bro*

Wandering Dragon pt2 (Whitebeard Pirates x fem!reader)

A/N: Homie you got me dying with the comment uou left on the last post and the request made me cough out a lung 😂. What do y’all think bout this one? Cause I think I COOKED, it’s really wholesome

Part one With Whitebeard pirates and revolutionary army

Dividers by @/saradika

“And you know what? Even if you are only 8, I’m sure Pops isn’t going to turn you away. He’s gonna love you, Reader. You are just that darn adorable.”

She digs her head in his shoulder.

He snickers, feeling her face hearing up

“Aww. You’re so cute, you know that? What happened to the bold rascal?” he teases, gently stroking her head and hair.

The only response he receives is a gentle swat from her tail

Ace laughs even more.

“Aww, is that your way of saying you’re shy? “he says, pulling her closer.

“And a bit of a brat, aren’t you? Don’t think I missed that tail swat. But I can’t stay mad at such a cutie, now can I?” Thatch snickers, ruffling her hair

“Hmm... I need to bring you to Pops. You’re getting clingy already.”

She gasps and shoots up

“Am not!”

Ace laughs a bit.

“Are too!” he says, playfully poking her nose.

She pouts

Thatch grins at their interaction and gestures to Ace, who nods slightly; he approaches the girl slowly and suddenly digs his fingers in her.

She shrieks as he starts tickling her as she tries to wriggle out of Ace’s grasp

Thatch laughs loudly at seeing her struggling.

“Heh.. that’s adorable,”

She begins flapping her wings, getting out of his grasp, and flies up and out of the Storage room, giggling

“H-Hey, come back here.”

She laughs, looking back at them as they try to catch up to her, a similar emotion on their faces; as they chase her, she fails to notice where she is going, crashing right into someone.

“Ow, So…rry?” she begins, but her words die out as she sees who she crashed into, as right in front of her was a man the size of a mountain.

She wraps her wings around herself, coiling her tail around her body in a similar manner as she tries to hide from the man in front of her in fear.

The man is none other than Whitebeard himself, looking down at the young stowaway.

“Hm... who are you?” he asks, glancing at the men who run and stop behind her.

Ace laughs, pointing at her.

“We found her below deck. She says her name’s Reader. Looks like she was exploring before we happened upon her. Probably didn’t even know she was on our ship.”

She whimpers, wrapping her limbs tighter around herself until someone slowly steps closer and kneels down next to her; she takes a peek, spotting a man whose appearance reminded her of a pineapple

Marco smiles at the girl.

“Hey, kid. Don’t be scared. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says softly in a soothing tone for her.

She stares at him but makes no movement to release her defensive stance

He approaches slowly before squatting in front of her.

“Look, I’m the first division commander of this ship. It’s fine. You’re in safe hands. And that guy you crashed into...”

He points at the big guy.

“That’s our captain. Edward Newgate, but most of us just call him Pops. He’s a real sweetheart. But he can be a bit of an intimidating when you first meet him.”

She sniffles, glancing at the man towering next to them and back to Marco, and then glances at Thatch and Ace behind her

Ace and Thatch smile, seeing her look at them.

“Don’t worry,” Ace says gently

“Pops, he’s not gonna hurt you either. No way.” Ace confirms

“Marco’s right. I know he may look intimidating, but he’s like a father to all of us; he would never hurt you,” Thatch says, backing his crewmates up

She glances back to Marco in front of her

He’s still smiling softly at her, not pushing her to come out of her defensive position.

“Do you want to come say hi to him?”

She nods, slowly unfurling herself

Marco gently grabs her hand, walking her right up to Whitebeard himself. He gently nudges her forward so she and the captain can meet each other.

She glances up at him, stretches her wing, and slowly flies up so that she is face-to-face with him

“..ny…mi…ter” she mumbles

He raises an eyebrow

“What was that?”

“You look funny, mister,” she mutters

Whitebeard laughs uproariously.

“Haha! Do I look funny? That is quite an interesting description, young lady. I mean, I suppose I look a bit weird but funny? You’re the only person to ever say that to me.” he snickers

“I like this one, bold one,” he says, glancing down at his sons

“And she’s pretty feisty, I can tell. Not too many kids can call Whitebeard funny,” Thatch adds in

“She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure,” Marco says, smiling at her

“She’s a clingy one, too,” Ace adds

This snaps her out of her shy, fear-filled state as she flies down and barrels into Ace

“Am not!”

Ace laughs, catching her.

“See, clingy!” he says teasingly.

“And a brat, can’t forget that,” Thatch scoffs.

Whitebeard laughs louder, amused by his crew’s responses

She hmph fluttering away from the pair and closer to the giant; she began buzzing around him

Whitebeard chuckles, amused by her playful behavior, as he begins playing with her, making her flutter around.

“Heh, you’re a real-spirited kid. Almost reminds me of a certain someone I know,” he says, looking over to Ace.

“Are you a dragon? You’re big like one.”

Whitebeard laughs at her question, amused by the comparison.

“No, I’m not a dragon. I’m a Human, just a very, very big one.”

“Do you know much about what a devil fruit is, kid?” he asks her

“Yeah! Mister Sabo told me about it! They give you these superb powers, right?”

Ace’s eyes widen

“Oi kid, come over here a sec.”

“Hmm?” They dive down towards the three men

“What?”

“Who did you say told you about a devil fruit?”

“Mister Sabo!”

Ace grins

“By any chance, did this Sabo tell you if he had a devil fruit?”

“Yeah! He said he had a Mera Mera fruit. I thought he was a dragon since he could make fire, but he said he wasn’t a dragon.” She pouts as she says this

“He just ate the Mera Mera and was a fireman! And it’s so funny, 'cause there was this grumpy guy called Dragon, and he wasn’t a dragon either! I was so sad,” she rambles on

Ace burst into laughter, igniting his hand on fire in a similar fashion Sabo had done back then

She looks at it and glances between the flame and Ace’s face a few times

“It’s you!”

Ace grins at her before extinguishing the flames on his hand

“It is me,” he says, confirming the little girl’s discovery

“Mister Sabo said you and him had the same mera mera fruit, which is never heard of!”

Ace nods

“Yup, that’s about right. Me and Sabo both ate a specific type of fruit known as the Mera Mera no Mi; I got really hurt a while ago, was gone for a minute there, which is why we think the mera mera appeared again, and he ate it, so now we both have it’s power” he said pointing to a big scar on his chest

“That’s so cool!” She squeals

“Ah! Are you okay? That looks like a pretty big scar!”

Ace chuckles

“I’m fine now; got seen by the best doctors to get a look at it; one of them is the guy behind you!”

She glances at Marco

“Mister Pineapple did?!”

Marco stills as her comment slight red tint growing on his face while Ace and Thatch start laughing uncontrollably; even Whitebeard lets out a snort at her exclamation

Marco sighs, shaking his head with a slight smile on his face

“Really are a little Rascal,” he mutters

“Yes, I helped patch him up a while back, used my devil fruit,” he said as his body ignited in flames

She gasps

“Did you also eat Mera Mera?”

Marco chuckles

“Not quite. I also ate a devil fruit, but unlike Sabo and Ace, I ate the Tori Tori no Mi.”

“Wah? There’s more than one type?”

“There are hundreds, if not thousands, of them. Each grants you a different power.”

“Superb! Mister Pops, what about you? What fruit did you eat?”

“Me? Well, I happen to have eaten the Gura Gura no Mi. It was a long time ago when I ate it, but it’s a very powerful one. It allows you to control earthquakes and vibrations.” Whitebeard explains with a smile on his face

“That's so cool,” they squeal

“It certainly is,” Whitebeard says, smiling.

“I can do all sorts of things with it, like this.”

He raises his hand, and a massive shockwave emanates from it, shaking the Moby Dick to its core. It even causes the little girl to fly backward into Ace’s arms.

The tiny child squeaks, her coordination being thrown off at the sudden movement

She takes a second to get her surroundings straight but marvels at Whitebeard’s display

“Haha, see what I meant? Pretty potent fruit, huh?” Whitebeard asks, seemingly pleased that the girl is so engaged by his abilities.

Ace takes this as a chance to play around with the little girl a bit, holding her and swinging her slightly as she lands in his arms.

“Ah, that reminds me, Reader, you hungry? I can prepare you something. Got you this in the meantime,” he says, throwing an apple her way

“Thank you! Here!” She says, coughing; the others look worried; their worried stares soon turn into something else as she coughs up some gold coins, offering them to Thatch

They just stare at it dumbfounded as she coughs up gold coins.

“What the hell?!” Thatch exclaims

“Watch your language around her,” Ace says, slapping the back of his head

“Why you…” he growls as they begin brawling

Reader flies above them, laughing at their interactions

“You have a wild family, Mister Pops”

Whitebeard sighs, chuckling at his son’s antics.

“Oh, you have no idea, girl,” he chuckles

Marco laughs quietly at the both of them,

“Settle down, boys,” he chides them, not moving to try and settle the argument between the two of them; as Reader continues laughing at the chaos unfolding, Whitebeard glances at her.

“Man… you’re gonna be a real handful for all of us, aren’t ya?” Whitebeard chuckles

I was intending this to be a real short one but then I couldn’t find a place to stop it without it being to sudden so I just kept going I found a place I could have cut it but then I was like nah, we need more.

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

[neo404]

Ride or die.

Summary: Nick and latino boyfriend. NSFW. Also, Sub Nick (cus I know you all love that shit)

“Come on, it will be fun.” Nick begs as I roll my eyes at him. he got invited to another party this month, I feel like I will die if I go to another party, I just wanted to relax with him tonight, but I can’t resist his pretty eyes and his cute outfit. “I’m already changed, come on. Please.”

“Ugh.” I sigh, and consider what options I have.

“Please, amor. (amor)” Nick grins and sits on my left leg, his arms wrapping around my neck. “Please, I don’t wanna go alone.” He whispers against my ear. My arm wraps around his waist and I look up at him.

“All right.” Nick immediately jumps out of my lap and runs to grab his phone, sending an audio to whoever invited him saying that he is going with me and to wait for us. I roll my eyes because I can’t believe how weak I am for him.

In out way to the party Nick was extra sweet and loving with me, his way of thanking me. The party house was big, as usual, filled with people, music and alcohol. We walk inside, my hand on Nick waist, we pass throw the drunk people and get to a big living room where a few of our friends were sitting and chatting. Some girl approaches Nick and make him sit besides her while they talk, I sit next to Chris and he offers me a bear.

“Hi man. Thought you guys were gonna chill at you place.” He says loudly so I can hear him over the music.

“Yeah, you know how it is. If the prince wants something he gets it.” Chris laughs, after I finish the bear I join the conversation fully, laughing and catching up with a few of them.

After two or three bears I feel relaxed, I lean back on the couch, a brand-new bear on my hand, the music vibrating throw my body. I feel a little tap on my shoulder takes me out of my trance, I turn around and Madi is standing there.

“Hi, I just wanted to let you know that Nick is dancing over there, my legs hurt a bit and I wanted to sit down, just so you know where he is.” She smiles warmly at me and I follow her finger until I see Nick dancing and jumping here and there. I smile at her.

“Thanks, Mads.” She goes to sit with the rest of the group. I lean back on the couch again, the cold liquor hitting my throat when I sip it, I spread my legs to try and adjust the growing problem in my pants. I smile at myself while admiring Nicks body dancing to the loud music. When I finish the bottle, I put it on the ground and stand up, walking slowly but decided to him. when I’m behind him I grab him by the waist and press him against me.

“You alone, lindo? (cutie).” I whisper against his hear. I feel him giggle, but he doesn’t stop swaying his hips from side to side.

“No, I’m here with my boyfriend.”

“Oh, are you?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t see him.” I kiss the back of his ear, making his back arch a bit.

“He knows how to fight.”

“Bet he does. What else?”

“He is super rude.”

“Really? And why a niño bonito (pretty boy) like you is with such a mean guy?”

“He is good to me.” Nick turns around, his arms wrapping against my neck, our chest touching. “So good to me.” He kisses my cheek and I roll my eyes.

“Hi, guapo (handsome).” I kiss him back. “Madi told me she ditched you.”

“She didn’t ditch me.” he rolls his eyes. “So… you came so I wasn’t dancing alone?”

“I mean, I don’t mind watching you dance alone. It was a really nice, I might ask you to dance for me more often.” His cheeks light up a bit. “A little show just for me, what do you think?”

“Maybe… I’ll have to think about it.”

“What a tease…” I grab him by the waist and pull him closer to me, my hardness pressing against his soft tummy. “Let’s go home.”

“But-“ I move my hips a bit, rubbing a bit more onto him, his cheeks grow redder and he bites his lip. “Okay, I’ll tell them you are sleepy, go turn on the car.” I smile widely, grab him by the hair and pull him into a sloppy wet kiss, when I let him go, he is red and panting.

“I’ll wait for you on the car.” I go to the car, I wait maybe 5 or 8 minutes until Nick is inside the car and I quickly drive to my house, lucky for us it wasn’t that far away.

We stumble into the house, his shirt already on the floor when he pushes me against the door while locking it. Our hips meeting, rolling and pushing to get the friction we needed. I take off my shirt and push him, walking forwards while still kissing, the back of his knees hit the couch and he falls into it, I climb on top of him while unbuckling my belt.

“I’m gonna ruin you, god, I want to hear you scream tonight.” I leave my belt on the coffee table and take his pants off, a little wet stop on his boxers where his tip lies. I smile to myself while I attack his neck, leaving red marks all over it, my right hand rubbing and massaging his hard dick.

“Please, need you.” I bite down, my teeth leaving a mark close to his jaw. I slap his butt and sit up.

“Work for it.” He sits up to, his face blushed and a confused face. “Put on a show for me, come on, make me want to fuck you.” Nick looks down and bites his lips. He stands up, I open my legs so he is standing between them, his hips start to sway and roll, his pretty face all flushed as he dances for me. When I feel like I have had enough I pull him into my lap, the rough material of my jeans rubbing against the wet and soft cotton of his boxers, his hips start to buckle and roll on top of my clothed dick.

“Did I do a good job?”

“Claro, mi amor (of course, mi love). I loved it. You deserve to be ruined.” I smile, his lips meet mine, a hungry and needy kiss is shared between us, his hips never stop moving, my arms wrapped around his waist, grabbing and pushing down on his ass making our bodies be even closer. “Shit, I need you. Take those out.” I demand, when Nick starts to take off his boxers, I take my jeans and boxers out too, tossing them on the floor. Before Nick sits down on my lap again, I speak. “Pass me the belt.”

“W-what?”

“I think I spoke clearly, pass me the belt.” He gulps and grabs my belt from the coffee table. “Good boy, turn around for me.” When Nick turns around, he puts his hands behind him so I can tie them up. “It would be just like last time.” I kiss his lower back gently. “¿Por que tan nervioso? Recuerdo que esa noche me pedias que no parara (why so nervous? I remember that night you were begging me to not stop).” I laugh a bit and kiss above his elbow. “Turn around. On your knees.” I look down at him, my hard dick on my hand, his soft lips leave a sweet kiss on my tip, then he goes down on it, his head going up and down, up and down, his back arching prettily.

I groan and moan as he makes a mess out of me. “Enough, enough.” I say, my chest going up and down. I pat my lap. “Come on, you earned it.” Nick stands up, I grab him by the waist so he doesn’t lose balance, he straddles my hips, I grab the base of my length with one hand so its easier for him to slide down. When his hips meet mine, he lets out a loud moan.

“Fuck.” His chest heavily falls up and down. Nick hides his face on my shoulder and I feel him bite down on it.

“I know, I know.” After a few seconds I feel him starting rolling his hips. “That’s it. Good job.” Nick picks up the pace of his hips, starting gently bounce up and down, I throw my head up, my hands squeezing his plushy waist helping him move above me.

I can hear Nicks pants and moans against my neck, one of my heads leave his waist and goes to his hair, with a firm tug I make him look at me, his pupils dilated, his furrowed brows and watery eyes making him look so hot. I attack his mouth, our moans and groans suppressed by each others mouths. When Nick pulls away his gaze meets mine.

“You look so pretty bouncing for me.” I slap his ass, bot of my hands again on his waist, my thumb massaging and my fingers squeezing his flesh.

“Fuck- can’t, please.”

“Please, what?” he looks down where our hips meet, his lip between his teeth.

“Can I cum? Please.” he begs. I grab his waist firmly, making him stop his movements.

“¿Como decirte que no? (how could I say no to you?)” my hips buckle up, hitting the right spot with every thrust, his back arches, his moans are uncontrollable, I feel intoxicated by the way he says my name and his eyes are shut with pleasure. The wet noises mixing with the lovely sound of our bodies hitting together filling the room. I feel him clench around me, and with a loud moan his legs end up shacking, Nicks forehead against mine, his whole weight on top of me again, heave breaths leaving him, I give him a sweet kiss while he rolls his hips against me, the warmth of his cum all over my chest dripping down to my stomach.

Once his breath steadies, I speak. “Ready?” Nick just nods and hums. With a swift move I turn him around, his chest and face hitting the softness of the couch, his hips still attached to mine. “Come on babe, arch that pretty back.” I massage his lower back and lean in to kiss his shoulder when he arches his back. “Eso es (that’s it), good boy. Que obediente (how obedient).” The first thrust few thrusts are soft.

“Please…” Nick moans prettily, his eyes meeting mine over his shoulder.

“Dios… me vuelves loco (god… you drive me crazy.” My thrust increase speed and I try to hit as deep as I can, my hips rolling to make sure it feels extra good. I lean forward again, pushing his chest down with mine, I moan and bite down on his neck. “¿se siente bien? ¿si? Se que te encanta cuando hablo español, que sucio que eres. Dios, solo escúchate. (does it feel good? Yeah? I know you love it when I speak spanish. God, just hear yourself.) You sound like a slut.

“Fuck. Yes, ‘m yours, your slut.”

“Good boy. God, you are so hot.” I shut my eyes, biting down on his shoulder. “Close, baby.”

“M’too. Wannit inside. Please.” His hands grab down on the couch, his hips backing up against mine.

“As you wish.” My legs shake, my heart races. “Ah, mierda (Oh, fuck).” Nicks legs shake, his legs going limp, when I pull out my white seed falls from his insides. “Oh shit.” I try to catch my breath. Nick turns around, he is laying on his back, his vest going up and down heavily. “¿Como estas mi amor? (how are you, my love?)”

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[secretaccountlol]

Smut with Peter x Reader where it’s their anniversary ( wedding or dating you choose) and they go raw for the first time and Peter is a absolute mess plus his dick is sensitive

Hiii~! Hm so. Hopefully this is to your expectations-!

So I interpreted, this as a bit of a subby/switch Peter I hope that’s alright.

this also can be read any spidey too :3

Also you didn’t use any she pronouns so I went ahead and made the reader AFAB! :3

18+ no minors <3

Cw:overstimulation, unprotected sex, teasing,switch!reader, switch! Peter.

“Peter…”

“Yeeesss?”

“Why am I blindfolded?”

“Can I not surprise my fiancé?”

Peter says ‘fiancé’ with a French accent, putting extra flavor in the ‘e’.

“You can but why do I have to be blindfolded!”

“Mm cus it makes it more exciting?”

You groan, “get on with it, Pete!”

“Ugh! Ewww ungrateful!” Peter put on a false voice, you held your laugh trying to keep the appearance of annoyance.

“I can see trying not to smile, baby. Can’t fool me” even though you can’t see him grinning, you could feel it.

“Okay, you caught me but please no more waiting I’m excited!”

“Alright.”

You felt a woosh as your eyes adjusted to the light, a gasp emits from your mouth as you feel Peter hug you from behind.

“Like it?”

“Awh, Pete you shouldn’t have.”

The living room was decked out with fairy lights, your couch was made into a fort moved from its original place to make way for big comfy blankets and pillows replaced it, with your favorite snacks and drinks in the middle and your head turned to the tv.

“Peter…” you feel a press of a kiss on your cheek as your eyes glitter with tears, an album of your best moments together plastered on the screen, some of the pictures were just of you when you weren’t looking at Peter. He liked that, taking pictures of you off guard, it was “artistic” he said.

“Do you like it?” You nod squeaking out a “yes”, it was clear you liked it but Peter always needed that extra reassurance.

You run over to the fort, you can’t contain your joy.

“Wait wait, before we sit down.” Peter puts his hands out before shooting his webs to grab a bag on the counter.

“Matching PJs.” Peter shrugs and you squeal with delight.

-

“Peter.”

“Yes, love?”

Your eyes train on Peter, biting your lip.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing nothing- just..I-I uhm have a ‘surprise’ b-but I feel like it’s lame compared to” you pause motioning all around the room, “This!”

“You know I don’t care about how grand it is.” Peter nuzzles his nose with yours making you giggle.

“W-well uhm. I-hh..”

Peter leans into you, eyebrows raised awaiting your answers.

“I-..started taking birth control. S-so we could ..”

“Do it without a condom?” Peter finished your sentence, his eyes glossed over, you nod you couldn’t get the words out so you’re glad he said it for you.

“I-i wanted it to be a surprise for our anniversary” you fiddle with your PJs you lift to see his eyes, his jaw was clenched as you scanned his face your eyes naturally travel down to his bulge.

The fabric strained against it you wet your lips instinctively stealing a glance at Peter’s lust-blown eyes, “I’m not gonna lie..I-i really I want to fuck you right now.”

“I mean” you pause, biting your lip, “I-I told you for a reason.”

You watch that as a glint in Peter started to form, the same glint you always see when you know he’s about to tease you.

“Tell me what you need, pretty one?” Peter’s hand's inch up your thighs, his head dipped down low to try to meet your eyes.

“Pete..”

“Come on, you can do it.” Pete’s lips graze your cheeks, his mouth near your ear now.

“We won’t get anywhere with silence, y’know? Communication is key right?”

“R-right.”

Peter holds your chin hostage forcing you to stare into his eyes, “What do you wanna do, hm?”

Your eyes wander a bit before you snap back to him via his hands gripping your chin hard, it makes you whimper.

“I guess you don’t wanna-“

“No!”

You close your eyes, breathing through your nose because opening them again, “n-no I.. I want t..to have sex with you…!” Your lips wobble after you spoke, he knew you were shy and he loved to exploit it.

“Now was that so bad?” Peter smirked as you broke out of your shy trance, you push him away

“Oh fuck you! You know I get flustered when you do that stuff!”

Peter’s hands play with the buttons on your shirt, undoing them one by one, “can’t help myself, you look so cute when your all embarrassed like that” Peter discards your pajamas top leaving your bare chest on display, you feel the urge to be modest but you know how Parker would react. His hands hooked onto your PJS bottoms, you lifted to help him slide them off you.

“God I’ll never get tired of looking at you, y’know that?” Pete traces your nipples with his tongue before undoing his shirt and pants.

You hum in agreement, “What’s with the rush, Petey?” you tease, well try to at least you leaned into his face, planting kisses gently which were returned in good favor. “Mm, when’d you learn how to tease?” Pete’s hands were soft as they cupped your face.

“You”

“Me?” he giggled as you nodded, “Nice to know I rub off on you.” His fingers creep up the sides of your body, eventually reaching your boobs giving them a squeeze then rubbing them in soft soothing circles.

“Pun intended”

“You’re so corny! we’re about to raw dog for the first time and you're making puns?” You climb into his lap, pouting to keep yourself from laughing at his antics.

“Mm, cus I know it makes you happy and cus I know you're nervous..” Petey smiles as your eyebrows arch.

“Mm? I’m not nervous bout that..” your head tilts in confusion until it hits you, he’s nervous. “Aw babe..” you shift your weight, pressing your core into his bulge.

Peter’s breath hitched, “I’m not nervous at all, I can’t wait to feel you cum in me.” Your eyelid lowered, your hands picking at his boxers, before diving into them, fishing out his cock.

Your hands glided up and down his cock, Peter's sharp breath made you grin your pace sped up in the effort for more. “Fuck-! W-who are you? W-what have you done to my fiancé?” Peter smirks in false control, only to be interrupted by a kiss from you.

“S-so soft.. I-i love your hands-“ Peter’s hands grasp your wrist, “but I don’t wanna c-cum there.” You pull your hand away, leaning back to study his face as his hands went to return to favor. Slithering into your waistband, “god, you’re so wet..I can’t wait to fuck you” Peter groans, his fingers slipping up and down your slit, probing your hole.

Your hips buck up with soft sighs, “No point in w-waiting, I’m wet e-enough..” you lift letting Peter slip off your underwear, “I wanna see your f-face when you enter me” you felt hot, you’ve never been this straightforward with him before but you could tell he relished it.

Peter nodded, breathless as you lined yourself with him. You grasp his dick, you push the tip against your clit, letting your slick cover it.

“Fuck- god! That.. that feels so good..” Peter’s words were through gritted teeth. “P-please baby put it in..” you feel a fire ignite in you, you want more.

You leaned against his chest, allowing your body to grind against his cock, letting your pussy slip up and down, “bab-baby fuck that feels so good. Please please- l-let me fuck y-you.” His voice was higher than usual, hands on the floor gripping the sheets, his hips trying but failing not to thrust into you.

“I’m sorry I was just getting payback for all the times you’ve edged me” you leave kisses on his lips, as you guide his dick to your hole, letting yourself slide onto it, agonizingly slow moaning as you adjust. Your eyes gazed at Peter, his mouth open but no words or sounds just pure bliss, his eyebrows knitted together, head thrown back.

You raise yourself, slamming back down, skin colliding on skin making a delicious smacking sound.

Peter whimpers, “fuckfuckfuck- you feel like heaven oh my god! So..sososo warm ohh.”, his hands instantly are off the floor and onto your hips. “Please d-don’t stop..! D-don’t stop pleasepleaseplease…!” Peter’s whines filled the air, his voice made your insides clench.

“Aah- fuckfuck- please do that again. Fuck! it feels so good.” His hands use your hips as handlebars, using them to push and pull you up and down his cock. “M-more more more I need more..! Nngh-“

“Oh god- Pete! Mmhn- “ your legs hug him tight, driving him deeper into hitting directly into your g spot, your head is thrown back as it hits over and over again.

Peter whines, “ooh-“ his thrust are sloppy as he fucks himself into you. “N-never been so dee-ahh…!“ Peter's hands are quickly planted on your back, laying you down, returning to hips in seconds.

A crushing grip, that will leave bruising marks to be remembered and kissed upon tomorrow. Peter’s whimpers swell in your mind as your own choked moans spill out your mouth.

Your hands travel down to your clit rubbing furious circles as you sob in pleasure. “P-peter! Mmmh- so fast..!” Your free hand pulls his head down for a kiss, his shaky breaths against your soft lips, you muffle both of your moans with a searing kiss.

Tongues and teeth clashing in a mess of lust and love, little whispers of “I love you” bounce back and forward as eyes gaze at each other through hazy vision and tears.

“Ooh..Pete-“ your eyes close as you buck up, “S-say my name again, please..” soft touches of the cheek compel you to say again and again, Parker’s fingers dig into your skin as his thrust becoming harder and harder making your body shake as your eyes pinched.

You arch as you feel yourself clenching, pressure building up more and more at your core. Peter keeps his tempo as you squirm, “g-gon-“ your hands go haywire as you let out a scream.

Your ears ring as you pant, fingers splayed out on his chest. “Oooh” Peter whines out more obscenities as he fucks you through your orgasm, “Y-y..fuck even more wet..I’m- fuck soosososo cl-“ peter sobs, hiccuping as his moans get louder.

“Fuck! Ilov- Mm! Iloveyousomuch!!” Peter's rough fingers make their way to clit, harsh and fast strokes make you whine, your body moves against your will trying to match his thrusts.

“I-I’m - shitshitshit- imcummin’!” Peter’s eyes roll back as he pumps into you, a warm pressure courses through your body as Peter's cock pulses in you, “Hhn-oh I-I can feel you in me..” you push your body against his cock, Peter throws his head back as obscenities flow out of his mouth.

“Ah-..! Y-you mm- you're practically milking me. Fuck-“ Peter presses down on your stomach you groan in delight. “I-I’m g-gunna cum again, Ah-mmhnn!” You throw back again, convulsing with pleasure.

“M-me too, fuck your- “ Peter grunts as crams more

cum into your hole, “Y-ya take it..take it”

The room was stuffy, both your heads were spinning as you breathed as you stared at each other.

“T-that was..”

“Amazing, spectacular, sensational?”

You half-hazard hit him, “You’re such a goofball!”

“Mmm, you love it though. Dontcha?” Peter winks with his head tilted, his hair stuck up and all different ways.

“Hate to admit it, but you’re right.” You ruffle his hair.

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : FLOWERS

A/N : 🫧 @hoodharlow gave me this idea, so I had to write something about it!

Every morning you would wake up to a flower arrangement being delivered to your doorstep. If Jack was home he’d be the one to pick them up himself and place them on your nightstand so you could see them as soon as you woke up.

It began the moment you two started dating, he gave you flowers the first time you two went on your first date and he just continued.

It continued even after you two got engaged, after you got married, after you gave birth to your two children. It just never stopped, he even started including Mia into it, he would buy her a small arrangement every morning as well.

You and the kids were definitely lucky, you lucked out on having a wonderful man like Jack in your lives. It’s not because of the flowers, it’s simply because he’s thoughtful, respectful, loving and understanding.

Like every morning, you woke up to your flowers, but this time they were on the kitchen counter alongside Mia’s little arrangement.

“Mommy, you see our flowers?” Mia breaks you away from your thoughts.

You smile and turn her way, and see she’s sitting down at the table with her father and brother. “Yeah bug, they’re beautiful huh?”

“Yeah, you did good daddy.”

Jack smiles, “Thank you princess.”

You sit down next to him. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You needed sleep, I know you’ve been stressed with little man’s ear infection.” He pecks your lips real quick. “Picked up breakfast though.” He hands you a box. “It’s still warm.”

“Thank you baby.”

“Can I put my flowers in my room? I promise to water them.” Mia asks, with a mouth full of food.

“Manners young lady.” Jack points to her mouth. “Finish your food first.”

“But yes baby, you can have them in your room, I just need to find a non glass vase.” You tell her.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah little man?”

“Why I no get flowers.?”

You and Jack freeze.

“You want flowers cheesy?” Mia asks surprised

He shrugs, “momma and you gets em why no me?”

You and Jack look at each other, having no idea what to say. But Jack gets up right away and walks out the kitchen, leaving you confused.

“Come here baby.” You reach out for EZ, as he sits on your lap. “You want flowers? I’ll buy you lots of flowers right now.”

He shrugs, “Just askin.” His little shoulders lift up and he looks sad. “Is daddy mad cus I want em?”

You shake your head “No baby, of course not.”

Mia sighs, and has her little eyebrow lifted, just like her daddy does when he’s in deep thought. “Boys can get flowers too so daddy can’t be mad.”

“You’re right Mia, boys can have flowers too.” Jack announces as he walks back into the kitchen, his hands behind his back. “You have every right to ask little man, it’s my fault.”

“Is okay.”

“Here you go.” Jack hands him a beautiful tulips arrangement. “We can search up all the different flowers so you can pick your favorite ones, that way I know which ones to get.”

Ezequiel grabs the tulips, looks at them up and down. “That what Mia dids?”

Mia nods “Yupp, daddy took me to a place where there's lots of different flowers. I chose mine.” She smiles proudly. “Asters.”

“And you momma?” Your little boy asks you.

“Well-“ Jack snorts at that, you quickly glare at him. “I have three favorites actually, which drives your daddy crazy sometimes.”

“Only because sometimes I don’t know which ones to get you.”

“All of them, daddy.” Ezequiel tells him.

You smile down at your son and give him a kiss on the top of his head. “My sweet boy.”

“I think I no want flowers.” He hands the tulips to you. “You like these momma?”

“Ye-“

“No she doesn’t but I do.” Mia yells out.

Ezequiel looks between the tulips, to you and to his sister. He takes half and hands them to Mia, and the other half to you. “Here’s yous go.”

“Thank you cheesy.” Mia smiles, smelling them.

“Thank you baby.”

Ezequiel turns his head to look at Jack. “Daddy, I no want em for me.”

Jack kneels down in front of you so he can be face to face with him. “That’s totally fine little man.”

“I want em for sissy and momma.”

“Aww cheesy, you’re the best little brother.” Mia gets up from her seat and goes to hug her brother.

“I goes with yous when you buys em for momma and Mia?”

Jack nods, “Deal.” He stands up and lifts Ezequiel up and has him in his arms. “But we can also think about what you’d want. Maybe legos, hot wheels, or something.”

Ezequiel gasps “Donuts?”

“You want donuts every morning?” Jack chuckles.

“Yes please.”

Jack nods, “Donuts and flowers, you got yourself a deal little man.” They both do their handshake, similar to what Jack and Urbn do.

Ezequiel asks to be let down and he follows Mia into the living room.

“Baby? Are you crying?” You stand up and go up to your husband. “What’s wrong bubs?”

“I suck, why didn’t it cross my mind that my son would feel left out?” He wipes at his tears. “I didn’t include him and now he’s going to grow up hating me.”

“Babe.” You shake your head. “That little boy loves you to pieces. No way he’d hate you.” You push back his curls. “You heard him, you heard what he really wants, if he didn’t he wouldn’t have mentioned that.”

“Am I a bad dad for not including him?”

“JACKMAN.” You snap. “Don’t you ever say that again, don’t you think it either. It was an honest mistake, and he literally solved the problem just as he said that. I don’t want to hear you say that ever again, you’re not a bad dad, our kids are lucky to have you as their father you understand me?”

He nods, “I just feel shitty.”

“I know but-“

“Daddy? Why sad?” Ezequiel and Mia both run to you and Jack.

“He’s just upset, he didn’t mean to leave you out of it” You tell your son.

He smiles. “Daddy, is okays. I wanted em for them.” He points to you and Mia. “Plus I gets donuts now right?”

Jack nods. “Y-yeah.”

Ezequiel shrugs. “Then no sad, we cool.”

“You sure little man?”

“Yupp, but comes. I show you something.” He reached for Jack’s hand. “Stop being sad, I love yous.” He rolls his eyes.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Jack takes a hold of his little hand. “I love you too little man, so much.” They both walk out from the kitchen.

“Mommy.” Mia whispers.

“Yeah?”

“We need to get our boys stuff too now.”

You nod. “What do you have in mind?”

Mia hums. “Flowers with hot wheels for cheesy, and for daddy? Ohh, flowers and glasses, so he remembers he needs to wear them.”

You laugh at that. “MIA.”

“What? It’s true, daddy always forgets to wear them.” She shrugs.

Since that morning, you and Mia made a routine just like Jack and Ezequiel had theirs.

Flowers.

Lots and lots of flowers for the four of you throughout the years, and it brings a smile to your face every single time.

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[accio-victuuri]

12/28 ( love bo ) day sweets! 🤍

i thought we can get some rest before tomorrow’s busy content day, but i guess i was wrong cause the cpns won’t let up. lol. we are definitely ending this year with being busy! we will get more once we have the full experience of yibo’s new EP and i’m waiting for XZ’s marie claire magazine interview.

let’s start with the most obvious thing we all observed from the teaser, the 🦴 necklace being front and center. this just tells me how personal this project is for him. tho his yearly song is as personal as it gets and is his yearly commitment to his fans as well. but he could have easily worn something chanel for promotion sake since he is their ambassador, but he still chose to use something of his own. this necklace that he always wears. i am usually open to interpretations of cpns, but there are very few that i’m stubborn about and this is one of those. this necklace is connected to xz, i accept no other explanations. i’m sure we will notice more clues but this one has made a lot of us happy 😋

some are also pointing out that scene in the train, the people on it are all bundled up and cold. however, wyb’s character has his neck exposed like that so you can see the necklace. he is also wearing a shirt with shoes printed on it xie zi = xz.

this bit is the one making a lot of cpfs scream. the similarity in the question asked from an xzs video to to the untamed. 🤯

so, have you thought of a name?

we have already takes about everything is lovely that was cued before in xz’s birthday, and now this. it’s like him asking, have you thought of the name for the song? the same way wwx asked lwj about wuji. and this song, everything is lovely is the answer to that. we are very much aware that wwx/lwj is different from xz/wyb but these parallels are hard to ignore. and what if they also think of themselves as somewhat these two soulmates? i think that makes sense too. and oh, if you wanna go more galaxy brained - the date difference between 10/5 to the release of the new song 12/29 is 85 days. are they counting??? we all questioned the new release date and why it’s 12/30. maybe this seemed more like an auspicious date based on that. who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️

I also forgot to add this when i first discussed the lyric that talks about white hair. this part of the fanmeet where they had to act out seeing each other after a long time. WYB mentioned pulling out XZ’s white hair for him. 🥹🥹🥹

at the time (2019) it seemed like he was being a gremlin and the subject of white hair was for a joke. now, years later (2023) he uses it in a new way. i will love you till your hair turns white. I will love you forever.

• THEIR EYES 👀

• In the behind the scenes video shared by shunan laoshi, who worked with WYB last year, we can see the card case. HAHAHAHAHAHA! I can’t believe this simple thing is one of the strongest cpns we have.

• GQ shared this photo taken by WYB and it reminds us of an effect also used by XZ and XZS. I know this is not some effect that is unique to them and that other people can do it too, but the point is the similarity. you have WYB who has been into photography lately and he is using a trick that XZ and his team have used before.

• a video has been shared from 10c night in 2019 and it really proved one of the things we’ve been saying before, that their dressing/waiting rooms were right next to each other.

• WYB is allegedly listening to this song on QQ. I wonder who comes to mind when he listens to it 😏

-END.

[niceboyeds]

Omg Lys!!!! I'm so excited for you! Congrats on 500 followers!! You know I'm gonna have to request something 😘

26, Smut, Eddie pleeeease? 🥺

I love you!!!

26. “i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

18+ MDNI

contains: this is all just smut, unprotected PIV (wrap it up ya nasties), semi public sex, possibility of getting caught, slight degradation, language, idk what else but lmk if you notice something i missed :)

word count: 586

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“bein’ awfully quiet over there Eds, what’s going on?” you ask your boyfriend with a slight blush present on your cheeks.

you knew that look, one all too familiar. the way he bites his bottom lip, the way his eyes glass over from his usual soft brown to dark and lustful.

“just thinking about how i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” he smirks, knowing he’ll get exactly what he wants.

“oh yeah? tell me more…” you sit up, leaning your elbows on your knees, your eyes never leave his.

“mhm, i’d hold you to the window and take you from behind. i’d push your face against the glass so everyone who walks by sees what a fucking whore yo—”

“oh, sorry. did I say tell me? I meant show me.”

he doesn’t hesitate, abruptly standing up and launching himself on you. his lips smashing against yours like he’s been starved. the two of you practically rip off your clothes, not caring where they land in the room as long as they’re not on your bodies anymore.

with one last rough kiss, he pushes you towards the window. he presses his back to yours, your naked chest smashed against the glass giving your nipples just enough stimulation to have you already moaning. this position leaves nothing to the imagination for anyone who may walk by, you’re on full display.

you can feel yourself dripping down your thighs with anticipation, waiting for him eagerly to shove his thick and veiny cock into your aching hole.

he runs his dick over your wet creases and with one swift motion he slams into you. both of you moan loudly as he thrusts into you over and over and you press your palms against the window to help keep yourself upright.

“fuck baby, always so tight for me.” Eddie moans lowly in your ear, his hand coming down to rub over your sensitive clit. “n-not gonna last long if you keep—shit—keep clenching me like that.”

“m-maybe i don’t want you to—holy fuck Eds.” you cry out, his fingers moving faster and faster as his thrusts become slightly uneven. “maybe i want you to—oh my god— to cum in me and show everyone outside h-how i—” you can’t even find the words to finish your thought, too overwhelmed with pleasure as he once again slams into you with a force you’ve never experienced before.

“want everyone to see what a dumb little cum slut you are? want them to see how your pussy swallows all my cum as i push it into you over and over?” he mocks, knowing you can’t finish your own thoughts, too stupid on his cock to process anything other than the quick approach of your orgasm.

“y-yes! fuck Eddie, i’m gonna cu-cum!”

“yeah baby? gonna soak my cock? go on then, show the world how good you are for me.”

and you do, nearly collapsing to the ground as your knees give out. Eddie is quick to grab your waist to prevent you from falling. with a couple more thrusts he’s spilling into you, slowing his movements as he pushes his hot and stick spend into your abused cunt.

“you’re so good for me baby.” he kisses you gently after removing himself and picking you up to lay you into the bed. “always my good little slut.”

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did i get carried away…. maybe. but i hope you enjoy❤️

thank you so much Miles!!😭❤️❤️ i love you!!

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[blindmilenium]

HELLO!!! Could you write something like young dave x reader (idc gender) at like a party at someone's house and where you bump onto him and he's kind of like a meanie to you in front of his friends but then you two end up in a room and he's actually not that meanie after all and actually he just wants you like ALOT (SORRY FOR INTENSE YAPPING)

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cw!: dave is a bully idk, public sex???(grinding), degrading/praise, other stuff but i can’t think </3

after my girls friends forced me to get out of the house, we settled on a little collage party a few miles away from my house. we went to the school, but it didn’t necessarily mean i knew anyone there.

the moment we got there the girls had already left me behind to do whatever they wanted to do; drink, smoke, fuck…. whatever, i could do my own thing better than them anyways.

there was a random cooler on the ground somewhere and i grabbed a cold soda put of it, not ready to get drunk at the moment. i rather get comfortable before i do anyways.

when i bent down to grab my drink, all i could hear were a group of men laughing behind me.

“a soda?” a bellowed laugh came out.

“what’s the point of coming to a party if you’re not gonna drink,” some other added.

i looked behind me to see three guys behind me, a ginger mumbling loudly,

“damn, fuckn’ pussy bitch.”

i just stared before i walked closer.

“excuse me?” i said, looking up as i was chest to chest with the curly head.

“oh cmon,” he laughed. “you don’t scare me, princess.”

i rolled my eyes, backing away a little. i think i knew him. maybe from one of my classes, but i couldn’t put a name to the face. it didn’t really matter, i would just remember him by ‘asshole at the party’ later tonight.

i opened my sprite can before i spilled it all over the other, the other guys gasping slightly as they watched their friends mood change.

his anger honestly just amused me, giggling at his state.

before i could let out a little chuckle, he had grabbed me by my arm and pulled me all the way across the house to an empty corner.

“you got A LOT of fuckin’ nerve to be doing that, slut.”

i rolled my eyes again, crossing my arms.

“oh so you think this is funny, huh?”

i just shrugged as a yes.

he grabbed me by the collar on my shirt before i gave him a stern look and put me down immediately.

“you’re lucky you got a pussy, cus id beat your fuckin’ brains in right about now, asshole.”

i laughed again, “id like to see you try…”

he rolled his eyes, a smirk plastered on his lips.

“yknow,” he chuckled. “you got some spunk.” he mumbled. “kinda sexy.”

i just let out a groan, but honestly, he was attractive anyways so i didn’t really care.

“so?” i hum, raising an eyebrow.

“so?” he asks, repeating my question. “why not show you how sexy i think you are?”

i laughed at his cockiness. “like what,”

he got closer, rubbing our bodies together. i could feel his erect heat laying against my thigh. it caught me off guard a little bit.

“you’re kinda pretty too,” he complemented. “dave.” he mumbled into my neck.

i gasped once i felt his breath so close to my skin. “just— just call me what you want..” i sighed, pulling him closer out of instinct.

he chuckled to himself. “i don’t mind the sound of that, sweetheart.” he hummed.

in the same moment, dave had walked me into the wall, my back arching on the hard cover.

“hey…” i say, putting my palms on his torso to try and push him away.

“there’s people here.. you really don’t wanna be discreet about this…?”

he looked around to scan the area, then back at me. “just keep quiet. you can do that, can’t ya?” dave teased.

i just nodded slightly in response.

“good girl,” he hummed against my hair, making my back shiver.

his body was pressing tighter against mine, his pelvis, slightly grinding against my crotch. it made me shiver in anticipation.

my hands rested on his hips, digging into the skin over his tight shirt, trying to bring him closer into me.

“dave,” i whine, rolling my neck, exposing my neck more.

he just continued to chuckle at my state. “like it that much, huh?” his words were getting to me at the moment. “such a slut, hm?”

i whimpered at the name, pushing my body into his to get more friction.

he laughed at my body language, “needy.” he grunted, sucking and licking at my plushy skin.

i bit my lip harshly, rolling my hips into his, earning a groan from the ginger in front of me.

“shit…” he mumbled.

“fuck, i gotta take you home.”

i looked up, nodded fastly before any words even escaped my mouth.

“yes! yes please,” dave chuckled at my eagerness,

“cmon then.” he backed away from me, “lemme show you how mean i can be, sweetheart.”

(IM SORRY THIS HAS LIKE NOT A LOT OF SMUT IM SO SLEEPY…)

[gretavanlace]

Sweet Little Toy (part 2)

Jake kiszka Danny Wagner x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, unprotected sex, language, dirty talk, oral sex, orgasm denial, penetrative sex, daddy kink, restraints, impact play (alluding to), breath play, etc, idk

“You look so pretty like this, princess.” Jake’s arms wrap warmly around your waist from behind as you pat your cheeks dry with a hand towel. “All scrubbed clean and sweet.”

“Ugh,” you groan, hiding a smile. “I’m hideous…a monster! Look away!”

He huffs a listless laugh into the crook of your neck. “You’re beautiful. I wish you wouldn’t wear makeup at all.”

“Why’s that, Sir Jacob Thomas?” You’ve let your tone soften. “Is there another way you’d like to paint my face?”

“Princess!” He pretends to be scandalized, rutting himself against your lower back so you’ll feel how hard he is for you. “Are you asking to wear my cu—“

Danny’s voice, powerful in its irritation, cuts him off. “I told you to get ready for bed.”

Your eyes meet his in the mirror, but dart away from their brooding heat immediately, offering only a nod of acknowledgement.

“So you understood, but chose to let him climb all over you like a whore who doesn’t know what’s best for you, anyway?”

“Daniel.” Jake’s tone now carries authority and weight as well. “Don’t be disrespectful to her. You know I hate that.”

“She likes it just fine, don’t you, dove?” A tiny squeak of a sound trembles out of you as he moves closer.

In response to that, Danny wraps his massive palm around your arm and pulls you away from his counterpart. “Did you brush your teeth? Wash your face? Take your vitamins?”

When you confirm that you have done all of those things with widened, innocent eyes, he’s tugging you out of the room. Admonishing you as you skip and stumble along behind him, trying to keep up with the stride of his long legs.

“I know you think he’s your Mr. Wonderful Prince Charming Precious Jakey, but he’s too soft, baby. The rules are put in place for you…for your own good. Spare the rod, spoil the child and all that.”

A delicious shiver races up your spine as he guides you down the hall. “I’m not a child.”

“Your bratty attitude says otherwise.” He snaps.

“Someone has to balance out your bullshit.” Jake snarks as he follows. “All you do is boss her around and dole out punishments.”

“And all you do is let her get away with whatever she wants.” Danny sounds dangerous with irritation. “She could commit murder for fun and you’d pat her on her pretty head and get rid of the body.”

“So?” Jake clearly can’t see where the problem lies in that.

Suddenly, as though you’re the one who’s smarting off, Danny has you pressed up against the wall with his hand pawing teasingly at your throat. “She likes it, isn’t that right, sweetness? She likes it when I put her over my knee. When I spank her like a naughty little girl. She fucking loves it.”

It’s mostly metaphorical, Danny’s punishments are far more creative- but you nod eagerly all the same.

“Well, she also likes it when—“

“Shut up.” Danny growls out, head snapping to face Jake so quickly his curls whip softly against your cheek. “You’re in trouble too. You’re fucked. So, just watch yourself.”

A breathy moan trips off your tongue before you can catch it. It’s quiet, a barely there puff of air, but they both pick up on it.

“I think your pretty, coddled princess likes the thought of you down in the flames beside her, Jacob.” He nudges the tip of your nose with his own. “S’been a minute, hasn’t it, little one?”

“Fuck…” you sigh, arching away from the wall, searching for the weight of his body.

“No, no, baby,” he tsks, clicking his tongue quietly. “No swearing. That isn’t very nice.”

“I’m allowed to curse in our bedrooms.” You smirk, feeling extremely smug and clever to be reminding them of their own rules.

Danny is quick to set you straight back into line. “Are you stupid? We’re still in the hallway.” He squeezes your neck just a touch harder. “Haven’t even had a cock inside you yet, and already you’re just a dumb little baby.”

You reach to pull Danny closer, and also extend a grabby hand out for Jake…he feels so far away, but Dan is having none of it and drags that hand back in close to him.

“Go ahead and beg for him, dove. Stack your crimes as high as you want. I’m the executioner tonight.”

“Might as well make it worth your time then, Wagner.” You whisper, licking over his plush, soft lips, fighting to hide a self-satisfied smile.

“Oh, does someone think she’s cute? Hmm?” His knee slides up between your legs as Jake’s mouth appears, lapping languidly over your exposed shoulder. “Is our gorgeous girl feeling brave?”

“Fuck it right out of me.” You pant, grinding down shamelessly. “Make me behave.”

Danny drops the dominance for a blink. “You want it?”

“Need it.” You correct.

“You sure, princess?” Jake speaks up beside you, sounding halfway down the road to nervousness.

It isn’t that watching you take your punishment is the worst thing in the world, his cock aches at the thought…it’s just that he prefers to punish you with pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure. He’d rather fuck you blind over and over until you’re boardering on incoherence; soaked in your own cum and begging for sleep.

“She’s sure.” Danny’s fingers dip under the towel you’re somehow still wrapped in, and delve between your thighs. He drags them gently over you until they drip with your desire, and then offers them up to Jake, who eagerly sucks them clean with a murmur of a groan.

“Taste that?” He slides the pad of his thumb over Jake’s beautifully chiseled cheekbone. “She wants it so badly. Says she needs it. You want our angel to have what she needs, don’t you?”

Without further hesitation, Jake pushes away from the wall and tugs at Danny’s mass of wild curls as he passes, with a hushed, “C’mon.”

Dan hauls you up into his arms and tosses you over his shoulder, cracking your ass swiftly through terry cloth when you shriek in surprise.

With little time to process, you’re slung onto Danny’s bed with a gasp punching out of your lungs upon bouncing impact.

“Listen to all those whiny little noises,” he smiles absently at you while addressing Jake who is watching over you with a darkened gaze. “Fussy tonight, isn’t she?”

This isn’t your favorite thing… when they discuss you as if you aren’t there to overhear it, but something in Danny’s cadence tells you they won’t be a team for long, so you let them have their moment.

“Too many clothes.” Your god of a drummer orders offhandedly, leaving your beloved guitar player to handle that while Dan moves to the chest at the foot of his bed…sifting through silicone, and leather, and metal.

Jake has stripped you of your towel and himself of everything by the time Daniel straightens; his prize clutched triumphantly in his grasp.

“The collar?” You snipe. “I wore it last time. You’re boring.” There’s that unshakable brat marching to the battlefield once more.

He laughs softly, and without humor as he searches your ankle cuffs and chains out, “Oh, little one…” the restraints land onto the duvet at your feet with a deafening clink, and then his hands are in Jake’s hair. “Who said anything about you wearing the collar tonight?”

A sound of needy shock shudders out of Jake.

“Get up.” Danny orders with the quiet authority only he seems capable of.

You rise to your knees as he leads Jake onto the bed between the two of you. He is flushed such a warm pink, and breathing so heavily it flutters over your face, tickling your cheeks pleasantly. What a beautiful moment…you file it away as one to never be forgotten.

“So sweet, Jakey…” you soothe, bestowing a single, gentle kiss at his temple. “I love you.”

He nods, and stares into your eyes with smoldering devotion.

Danny offers up the collar, and you take it, mesmerized by being on the other end of it. The power of it all, the commanding weight of leather and steel in your grasp. You feel like a deity…one who may bless with her mercy should she so choose, or curse with her wrath might that suit her better.

But you know Danny through and through, and this unexpected authority will be snatched away soon enough.

Just as well, you decide, you’d much prefer to be on your knees before the throne, rather than reigning upon it.

“Put it on.” Danny whispers, shattering your reverie.

“Hmm?” You feel a million miles away with your fingers curled around the supple leather.

“Collar him.” He reiterates, this time with a more readable force.

“Do as he says, Princess.”

“Why?” You search Jake’s eyes, swimming down deep into the adulation you always find in them. “Because you want it? Or because you don’t want to see me in trouble?”

You won’t stand by idly and watch him endure something he doesn’t want simply to spare you from enduring something you certainly do want.

“You’re already in trouble, sweet thing.” He grins that perfect smile that lights up his entire face. “Now c’mon…and cinch it tight.”

Breathing in a broken, stuttering pattern, you complete the task as Danny hold’s Jake’s hair up and away from the buckle and your shaking fingers.

“Good girl, little one.” He praises, stare on blazing fire as it ravages yours. “Now take the leash.” He nods towards it. “Go on.”

Tentatively, you let the metal chain snake through your fingers as they both clock your every move. Watching as if you’re their favorite movie and they are unwilling to miss a single frame.

“Good girl, again, dove.” Daniel’s approval sets your chest on fire and the smallest moan betrays the burn. He’s heard it, you’re sure of it, but mercifully, he refrains from taunting you about it.

“That’s just so, so good, baby.” Once again his eyes are blackened into a slick of oil and narrowed in lust. “Now give him to me.”

“What?” The insubordination has been leached from your veins, this is genuine confusion. Judging by the growl that trembles wantonly out of Jake, he doesn’t share in your misunderstanding.

“He’s yours, baby. Not mine.” Danny clarifies, clear and strong. “I won’t take him from you. I’d rather you give. Can you do that for me?” His fingers stroke through your hair lovingly. “Can you give him to me?”

Demurely, you offer up the leash. Presenting it like a gift…and isn’t exactly what it is? It leads to your Jacob, and he is most certainly a gift.

“Good girls share, don’t they?” Danny coddles you with his words.

“And you’re such a good girl, aren’t you, princess?” Jake’s voice is satiny smooth, drifting through your head like poetry. “Say it, out loud.”

“I’m such a good girl.” He was right, speaking it into the room makes goosebumps spring to life on your skin.

“Yes, you are.” Danny agrees verbally, as Jake nods with adoration in his eyes. “Lie back now, sweetheart. Let Daddy cuff your ankles so you stay where you belong.”

Drifting back, your eyes flit between the two of them. You love them beyond measure, need them more than anything…and to know they feel the same makes your existence feel like a fever dream.

Jake watches on quietly as his friend secures your ankles to the footboard, he pays close attention when Danny buckles the cuffs, no doubt ensuring they aren’t too tight. He worries over your circulation incessantly when you’re bound.

The leash is whipped into his palm the second he has you strapped tightly to the bed. “Isn’t your little princess cute? So needy and spoiled.” He breathes into Jake’s ear, reaching a hand down to skate two calloused fingertips over his cock.

A strangled noise catches in your throat; they so rarely touch each other this way, but it never fails to absolutely level you.

“She liked that.” Jake whispers with a subtle thrust of his hips…he liked it too.

“No shit she liked that.” Danny quips like it was a stupidly obvious thing to say. “It isn’t about what she likes or wants right now, though, is it? Our angel is being punished.” He yanks up on the leash to punctuate himself, sending Jake sailing back against him.

“Look at her pretty pink cunt.” He licks over Jake’s ear between words. “She’s soaked. See how she catches the light?” He hums in appreciation, as if you’re art in a gallery. “Just like diamonds. Gorgeous girl.”

You rock away from the mattress in response as your cheeks flush with heat, and your knees attempt to meet…you feel so completely on display.

“Keep them open.” Dan orders, reaching forward to swat at your thigh. “We can switch to the spreader bar if you prefer.” His fingers drop to tap at your cuffs.

With the spreader bar, comes the thinnest of canes…they go hand and hand in Daniel’s book, and you can easily conjure the white hot sting of the cane hissing through the air to sizzle into your flesh. Sometimes you welcome it, sometimes you beg for it…tonight is not one of those times, so you shake your head and comply.

“Is my little dove going soft on me?” Dan teases, kissing a trail down the curve of Jake’s neck. “She can sass me all evening but doesn’t want what comes with it?”

“No.” You lift your chin in defiance you can’t seem to help. “I’m not soft at all. I can take it.”

He suppresses a proud smile, but you catch it anyway. “So if I got the cane right now and turned you pink wherever I felt like, you wouldn’t whine and beg me to stop?”

“Turn me purple wherever you feel like. I don’t mind.” You challenge with a shrug as Jake calls for you to just shut up for once.

“Aw, Jakey’s worried about his lil sweetheart.” Danny taunts, fisting Jake’s twitching cock again. “I won’t cane her tonight, just for you, alright?” His mouth is ghosting over Jake’s cheek as he whispers to him. “I won’t spank her, or smack her, or choke her, would you like that? If I didn’t make it hurt? Just for you?”

“Yeah,” Jake nods with fervor, a hissing breath sucking in through his teeth as he rocks into Danny’s grip. “Be nice to her. Treat her sweet…she’s my girl.”

“Our girl.” The chain rattles hauntingly as Dan yanks it harshly in warning. “And I never said I’d be nice, I only said I wouldn’t make it hurt.”

You can’t decide whether to pout or breathe a sigh of relief. Not a single crack of his palm? No ironclad grip around your throat as he chokes an orgasm out of you?

He must catch the conflicting emotions in your gaze because he offers up a flash of a wink, and then creates some slack on the leash, giving Jake a guiding push to the shoulder. “Down you go, I think our girl would like a little kiss, wouldn’t you dove? Right on your spoiled cunt? Would you like that?”

“Yes, please…” you pant, eyes on Jake as you address Danny.

Jake drops down like a man starved, face buried between your legs before his tongue has even made an appearance, lips kissing and pressing against you feverishly, cheeks sweeping back and forth until his face is shining with your slick. “Fuck, princess…” his words are muffled agony. “Move you hips for me, sweet girl, fuck your pretty cunt against my face.”

Without thought, your body gives in, and you’re rocking into his kiss as his tongue begins to swirl wet circles over your clit. He suckles it into his warm mouth now and then until you're shaking and thrashing beneath him. Moaning obscenities and fisting his hair ruthlessly.

“Yes,” you breathe, absolutely lost in the haze of it all. “Fuck, yes…please…don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop…”

He groans blissfully into you -a promise that stopping is the last thing on his mind- sucks your swollen clit straight into his mouth, dragging a scream out of your lungs, and then he’s gone…

Yanked up and away from you hard and fast by the leash clutched in Danny’s grip.

“No,” you plead, springing up to grab for Jake. “Please…”

Jake fights to return to you, eyes locked between your legs like he’s never needed anything more in his entire life. “Let fucking go.” He reaches back and attempts to pry Danny’s fingers away from the lead. “I want her…wanna make her cum. Let go.”

“Shh.” Danny snaps, hitching back on the tension brutally. “Just shut up.”

Tears spring to life in your eyes and Daniel mocks them immediately. “Look, poor baby is gonna cry already. Spoiled, bratty, little thing. Gonna throw a tantrum now, are we? Maybe kick your feet and…oh wait,” he pretends as though he’s just remembered the cuffs keeping your feet firmly in place.

He bides his time with a smug air dancing about his beautiful features, watching you closely and holding Jake in place until he’s satisfied you’ve calmed down sufficiently.

When he at last lets loose on the leash, Jake descends with his eyes burning fiercely into yours. Stay quiet, he says without a word, I’ll get you there and he never has to know.

Hesitation has no place here, and your aching clit is tucked into Jake’s sweet mouth right away. He works it back and forth with his soft, full lips, silken tongue fluttering over it like butterfly wings. He plays you perfectly…like you’re his beloved Gibson. Coaxes every silent note of pleasure out of you like your body was molded just for him.

He feels it coming, and reminds you not to tip your hand with narrowed eyes burning up into your flushed face, and a silent ‘shh’ that ends with his soft tongue curling over you.

A tiny gasp is your only tell, but he is wrenched away from you once again. He struggles back until the collar has rendered him beet red in the face and unable to draw breath.

“Stop,” you urge him, voice shaking like a weak autumn leaf clinging to its branch. “Jakey…stop, baby.”

“Yeah, baby…” Danny snipes into his ear. “Stop.”

Jake stills in defeat, eyes raking over your quivering body desperately.

“You think I can’t tell when our little girl is close? Even when she’s quiet?” Danny addresses his other half, but his eyes are on you. “She blushes pink so pretty…and her mouth gets sort of pouty…it’s very cute. Nostrils flare just a hint, legs spread a bit wider…”

He pets at Jake’s hair soothingly as he looks you over. “You can’t hide from me, dove. I know you inside and out.”

“Let him make me feel good, Danny.” You beg, opting for another angle. “I’m sorry I acted up, I’ll behave. I’ll be your very good girl. I’ll keep my eyes on you and it’ll be your name on my lips when I cum, I swear.”

A sound of huffing upset sounds out of Jake, but you ignore it in favor of placating Daniel. “I need it. Need it so badly…please?”

“Well, would you just listen to her?” Danny clicks his tongue as if he thinks you’re adorable. “Cute as a button when she begs, isn’t she? You wanna take care of that greedy little cunt for her, Jacob? Wanna make your princess a happy girl?”

Jake nods with a heated urgency that makes your entire body throb and pulse painfully. “Make a mess in my mouth, princess…” he breathes, as Danny slackens the tension on the chain. “Lie back and let me take care of you, sweet girl…I’m gonna do such a good job for you.”

You relax back against the pillows and tuck your hands into his silky soft locks…they’re slightly dampened with sweat and tangled into snarls of exertion the way you love best…he could be on stage from the looks of them, but you know better.

“Yes, Jakey…” the praise moans out of you the instant his mouth seals around you. “Just like that…fuck,”

A growl sounds out of him, rumbling against you like vibrating waves, in response. You tug harder on his hair by way of calling back.

“You’ve got her so close already.” Danny pretends to sound impressed, but there is something else hiding in the shadows of his tone. He addresses you with daggers in his gaze “Does he eat your sweet cunt better than I do?”

For less than a split second, your stare flutters away, running from his question. It happens so fast, it’s barely there at all, but he catches it just the same as if it had lingered on.

“Oh,” he grins, a snake curling closer to an unsuspecting mouse. “He does, doesn’t he, dove? You like his pretty mouth? Does he know just how to baby your clit? Does he know how to suck it just right?”

Jake sucks you into his mouth as he listens on, humming against you when you fuck against his face.

Your grip grows frantic as you pull him in, thrusting against his mouth with tiny, wanton pants of breath. “Just like that, Jake…baby, please…feels so, fuck…please!”

“Nope.” Danny sighs nonchalantly, before dragging Jake up and away from you once more.

“You fuck!” You snap, jerking your body up as best you can to cling to Jake as he writhes against the collar you know so well.

Your whole body is alight…burning in raging flames as you scrabble against the refuge of Jake’s body.

“Lie down!” Danny barks, startling you enough that you shrink back.

Once you’re settled and panting against the pillows, Dan trails his free hand slowly down Jake's chest. Journeys a winding trail down his stomach, and then wraps a loose fist around his thrumming, leaking cock. Jake doubles over slightly with a hitching moan of pleasure.

“Yeah?” Danny teases in his ear, gentle as you might coo to a newborn babe, “S’that what Jakey needs?”

He strokes over him a little faster, tightening his hold.

“No,” Jake stutters, shaking his head with zero conviction. “I need her.”

“Fine.” Dan nods, “Look at her then. Isn’t she stunning? Look at her face…”

They both soak in the fire burning in your eyes, your parted, bitten, puffy lips, the sheen of sweat that makes you look like an angel.

“Look at her body…” their gazes trail down, drinking you in as you arch away from the bed, grabbing at your own breasts, desperate for touch of any kind. “She how she’s shaking? She wants us so badly.”

Danny squeezes Jake’s twitching cock faster, twisting over his glistening head with a flick of his wrist.

“And look at that gorgeous pussy…” he purrs, loving on Jake’s cock with greater aggression. “Fluttering and clenching around nothing. Can you see it? Look how pretty…”

“Touch it, princess…” Jake’s tone is hushed, rasping need and want. “Touch your cunt for us. Make that sweet little bit of velvet heaven feel nice for us. Be a good girl.”

Your fingers drop between your legs and dip into your dripping, clenching warmth, without hesitation. Two fingers sink into your cunt, but it isn’t enough and you plunge a third in with a broken whine, back bowing away from the mattress.

They growl in unison as they watch your fingers disappear and listen to you moan and cry out as if you’re being fucked by a thick, perfect, cock.

“Don’t forget your clit, sweet girl…” Jake reminds through needy gasps that make you throb from head to toe. “Take care of her for me, alright? Lick your fingers, so they feel like my mouth.”

Your opposite hand fumbles through the haze to your lips and you suck your fingers in, wetting them just like you’ve been told, and then there they are, circling your clit lightly, lapping against it, trying to find that beautiful rhythm Jake’s tongue always dances in.

A sharp intake of breath steals through Jake’s gritted teeth and it pulls a needy moan out of your chest…listening to him fight against the pleasure Danny is coaxing out of his quaking body has set you on fire. You want him to cum, you want Dan to make him cum…you want to watch it happen.

“Look at her…” Dan hushes into Jake’s ear. “She wants me to make you cum. Can’t you see it in her eyes?”

Jake nods furiously and fucks up into Dan’s grip. “Yeah, look at your pretty girl…your greedy little cock princess is fine with her own tiny fingers right now even though they aren’t enough…even though she has to chase it down…all because she wants to watch you cum in my hand.”

“Fuck yes, Danny…” it bursts out of you before you can stop it. Are you breaking whatever spell seems to have drifted over them? Dan catches your eye and his stare forces you to finish your thought. “Make him cum…I want to watch him…c’mon. Do it. Do it, please…”

Danny’s fists crushes against the weight of Jake’s dick as it pulses and throbs, and Jacob falters down against you, his forehead barely grazing your navel before Dan pulls him away, leash clinking like filthy, ominous, music.

“Oh princess…fuck, fuck…” he whimpers as Dan jerks him into the oblivion of his climax…pumping furiously along his length, working him through until he’s spilling warm, white cum all over your belly instead of in your mouth where you really want it.

The sex choked air in the room swells further with the broken sounds gasping out of Jake so beautifully. You can’t take your eyes off of him, and yet somehow, you can feel the weight of Danny’s stare clocking him as well. You are both completely enamored. He is so entrancing.

Danny gives him a few moments to collect himself and then guides him away from you, grasp still tucked tightly around the leash. “Get up there and baby her.” He orders in a quiet rasp, leaning down himself now to curl his pretty pink tongue over your belly, cleaning up the mess Jake’s made.

“Oh…” it shakes and stutters out of your chest stupidly as you watch Dan lick up a tiny puddle of Jake’s cum.

“So good, little one.” Danny breathes after savoring it on his tongue. “Jealous?”

“Share…” the begging, whining, plea sounds so foreign it makes you want to ask who has spoken. “I want to taste him. Please?”

It’s Jake who responds, stroking his fingers down your cheek. “Pretty princess begging to taste my cum.” You watch as he moves forward, gently nudges Dan out of the way, laps up a few droplets of himself and then blesses you with a kiss that tastes like him. Bitter and sweet, and so very Jake.

“Thank you.” You sigh, after swallowing him down.

“Anything for you, angel.” He whispers back, kissing across the sheen of your brow.

“Hate to interrupt the wedding vows…” Danny snarks, sounding territorial in the most decadent way, “But are you ready, dove?”

The warm, swollen tip of his cock is slicking back and forth between your folds, teasing over your entrance, nursing it’s way inside as you whine and claw at his waist, ready for more…ready for it all.

His eyes lock onto yours with dirty mischief playing in his gaze just before he slides into you. One smooth thrust, and you’re filled to the hilt with his hard length.

He warms you from the inside as you whine and squirm…he feels too fucking good.

“Danny,” your voice hitches and shakes like your throat has never uttered a sound before. “Fuck me..fuck me…”

“Hmm?” He goads, loving this moment.

“Fuck me…” it whimpers out of you. You’d like to say more, you just can’t quite remember how.

“What?” He presses on, sliding his cock back and forth so, so, slowly.

“Fuck me…” tears are sneaking up on you.

“You heard her.” Jake intervenes. “You’ve had your fun.”

Like Jake has been calling the shots all along, Dan begins to piston in and out of you just right as you purr and writhe beneath him.

“So pretty with a cock inside you, princess…” Jake praises, petting at your hair. “I wanna watch you cum.”

“Yeah..” you nod, completely lost and cloudy.

“Yeah?” Danny’s voice carries a taunting edge. “Little dove wants to cum on my cock?”

“Yes…” you gasp, clawing at his forearms. “Please, please…”

“Someone found her manners,” he pants, betraying how close he actually is. “Good fucking girl, baby, good girl..”

You hum, preening like a spoiled kitten at his praise and Jake’s gentle touch.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He huffs, biting down on your throat. “You like being a sweet little thing for me? So warm and tight? Pretty whore just for me and Jake? Hmm? You like that?”

You dig your grip into his back and then release, only to pound your fist against his shoulder blade as your orgasm sinks its teeth into you, shaking its head like a rabid dog until you’re lost in it completely, tossed about this way and that in the heated pleasure of it all.

Your vision slowly clears to the sound of Jake’s soft voice, praising and loving you with his words, though the only one you can make out is, “...messy…”

You find his eyes and bask in their love while Danny pants against you, clutching at your waist as though you might just disappear.

Messy makes sense when, with a shuddering growl, Danny pulls out. It draws attention to the soaked sheets below you, and the drenched thighs you can’t ignore.

You pay it all little mind and float away into the afterglow of it all. They’ll take care of you, you know that. They’ll coax you back and clear your head. They’ll love on you with their hands and their prose…you’ll be dipped into a warm bath, treated to a glass of wine. They’ll worship you gently, they’ll love you gently. They always do.

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[frostbeees]

just wait 'til i give you a sign

2023 wrappedmas day seven • song: be my mistake by the 1975

ao3 • masterpost

Brendan goes through his postgame routine and doesn’t miss a step despite not being able to focus on anything. Anything that isn’t Thom, that is. He cools down on the bike, takes his shower, grabs his postgame pre-packaged meal, and falls into his normal seat on the bus back to the hotel. 

He does not wait outside the home team locker room at Tech CU. He doesn’t glance down the hallways around the visitor’s locker room to see if anyone (Thom) is waiting for him. 

Once he’s back at the hotel he pulls on just a pair of sweats, game day suit shrugged off and meticulously hung in the closet. He takes a call from his dad although he doesn’t really participate, just lets his dad talk at him about the game while he scrolls through Insta. He regrets the decision immediately, though, as the first story he opens is a blurry shot of Thom and fucking Eklund. Thom’s face is barely recognizable as it’s buried in Eklund’s neck but Brendan can make out the tattoo behind his ear. 

“Sorry Dad, I’m about to pass out,” Brendan lies. “Can we catch up tomorrow?”

“Of course, love you.”

“Love you too,” Brendan says as he disconnects the call. 

He should go to bed. He should plug his phone in over on the desk where he can’t reach it easily and do something stupid. He also never should have fucked things up with Thom but here he is and there Thom is with his new fucking– whatever they are. 

But Brendan doesn’t do the smart thing. He shoots off a simple “1137, come over?” text to Corms and waits. He doesn’t get a response right away but a few minutes later he hears a soft knock at his door. 

He doesn’t say anything as he answers the door but Lukas doesn’t either as he pushes past Brendan and pulls off his hoodie, discarding it somewhere on the other side of the bed. His shorts go next as Brendan flips the security lock on the door and follows suit, dropping his sweats and climbing into bed. 

“What do you want?” Lukas finally asks as he pushes Brendan down against the pillows and throws a leg over his thighs, situating himself in Brendan’s lap. Brendan doesn’t think about how he fits there so well just like Thom used to. 

There are only two thin pieces of fabric keeping them from being fully skin-to-skin and Brendan’s dick definitely takes quick interest. But even as his dick is chubbing up in his underwear, he can’t bring himself to ask for it. 

He wouldn’t have had to ask Thom. 

Thom would have climbed on top of him and put Brendan’s hands in his hair which probably smelled like the specialty shampoo he ordered in bulk. He would have rolled Brendan over and opened him up, soft and slow with his mouth first and then his fingers before sliding in and filling him up in a way that left Brendan seeing stars. 

Lukas is tentative, staring down with his big brown eyes and shiny lower lip. Brendan wants it, wants him to lean down and kiss him hard and mean, mark him up a little, make him hurt and get out of his own head. But he doesn’t want to ask.

“Can we just sleep? I didn’t want to be alone.” Brendan’s telling a half-truth but Lukas doesn’t call him on it, just eases off Brendan’s thighs and lays down next to him, front pressed against Brendan’s back. “You can fuck me in the morning though.”

[lavenrain96]

Blue Flame

For @mikayuuweek

Day 2: Fire/Ice (ft. Dragon!Mika x Pirate!Yuu)

Welcome to the second day~ Enjoy reading! 

---

"I know you like treasures, but this is ridiculous…"

Mikaela perked up when he heard Yuuichirou grumbled those words under his breath. His dragon tail behind him swirled curiously, eyeing the new occupant of the room. 

"You can't make the basement your room. It's uncomfortable, and my crew will think you're greedy when you're not…"

"But… I am greedy," Mikaela pointed out with a small tilt of his head, as if the accusation wasn't anything new. "I'm a dragon, so it's only natural that I exploit the world's riches as if they are my own… especially the shiny ones. Oh, how delightful they are, very pleasing to the eyes...” 

"Well, now you're not, since you have that form. You have to act like one of us," Yuuichirou jabbed with a frown. "You have to keep your dragon's greed in check, otherwise my crew will scream bloody murder that I let a mythical creature like you in." 

"Hmph, such boring rules. This is why I never liked talking to humans; they all get angry and scream with no context." Mikaela scoffed and his tail whacked against the wooden ground aggressively in response to his mood. "A pity that you have such marvelous eyes that glimmer like a rare jade… Maybe I should claw them out of you to add to my collection."

"Hey, hey, I like having my eyes, thank you very much." Yuuichirou refused with a shake of his head before he palmed a hand on his forehead. "Geez, dealing with you on an everyday basis… I don't know what the hell was wrong with me back then…"

Mikaela hummed, amused. "You need me… Well, my pure dragon blood, to be exact. I heard from this Yoichi child that you wanted to go to the Witch's Cove, and seek out the Philosopher's Stone for rather… interesting reasons."

Yuuichirou sighed in annoyance. "Of course, Yoichi would rat me out to you…"

"However, I am also curious about this stone said to grant humans wishes, and immortality. I want to try burning it with my flames to test its might." Mikaela's eyes shined with intent by the challenge, like a hunter observing its prey before releasing its claws for the catch. 

However, Yuuichirou wasn't having any of that.

"I need that stone, so I would appreciate it if you don't melt it right away."

Now, it's Mikaela's turn to grumble. "You are poor entertainment, human. You haven't even seen my flames yet, but you already arrived at that conclusion? Such shallow judgment you have, it's no wonder you humans have short lifespans." 

Yuuichirou could feel one of his eyebrows twitch at the insults casually thrown at him, and he huffed to try to look unaffected by the insults. 

"Well, you never offered to show me your flames, seeing how proud you are and all that. Are you bluffing me?" 

Yuuichirou grinned slightly when Mikaela threw him a halfhearted glare in reaction to his words.

"How cheeky of you," Mikaela commented as he patted at an empty space beside him. "Very well, have a seat and I'll show you." 

Yuuichirou made a small, amused noise before he walked to where Mikaela told him to sit, crossing his legs on the floor. Almost immediately, Mikaela's tail wrapped itself around Yuuichirou's waist to hold him and pull him closer towards him. The distance made Yuuichirou's cheeks warm and he quickly became self-conscious.

"... Too much?" Mikaela asked when he caught the embarrassed expression on Yuuichirou's face.

“Shut it…” 

Mikaela hummed pleasantly at having the rowdy pirate flustered due to their closeness, but he nonetheless allowed Yuuichirou to adjust to a more comfortable position, moving his dragon tail in tow but not completely removing from Yuuichirou’s person. Yuuichirou gave a small frown yet he never voiced a complaint as he finally settled down. 

“Observe, Yuu,” Mikaela requested as he opened his palm and commanded a small flame to ignite on his hand with a silent casting. 

Except… This flame was colored blue.

“Blue… fire?” Yuuichirou murmured with his green eyes shining with curiosity and fascination. “I have never seen such flames like this... Are you the only one who has this kind of power?” 

“... There were others before me, but they have long perished because of the war,” Mikaela explained as he reminisced about a few of his former colleagues who held the same blue flame like he did. He was never close to them, but he could still feel their camaraderie enough to have some sense of belonging in the pack before they all died, leaving him cold with no one else to turn to for centuries. 

Yuuichirou stared a bit at Mikaela who suddenly grew silent with a forlorn look on his face. With the flame still dancing on Mikaela’s palm, Yuuichirou reached his own hand to touch it, completely mesmerized by the rather beautiful color.

He wasn’t expecting the flame to be the total opposite of his expectations, and a shiver ran through Yuuichirou’s body when his fingers touched it, jumping from his place on the floor as he touched something similar to ice. 

“It’s cold…!” 

Mikaela blinked in surprise when Yuuichirou yelped, and he immediately extinguished the fire on his hand as he looked at the other in concern.

“Are you alright?” 

“I wonder… Do I look alright?” Yuuichirou then stuck out his tongue teasingly. “You’re going on about boasting stuff, and whenever I ask something, you would drift into thoughts like an old man. It’s so ancient~” 

Mikaela immediately frowned and he grabbed Yuuichirou's cheek to pinch it gently as a warning. “Human, you’re eons too early to be insulting me; you are but a mere child in my eyes.”

“Ancient, as I have said, oh great Golden Dragon of Fortune.” Yuuichirou praised lightly before laughing when Mikaela pinched his cheek harder, and he winced a bit at the pain. 

Mikaela would normally incinerate anyone who would dare insult him right in his face, but as he gazed quietly at Yuuichirou’s genuine smile through his draconic eyes, he decided that he would let it pass for now. This human had been quite honest with him, hiding his motives carefully yet still being truthful about his thoughts; all the while being very expressive.

What an intriguing human, Mikaela thought as he felt himself smile at Yuuichirou’s silliness, feeling the warmth that the young one was emitting in his company like a gentle flame. Maybe… I won’t be so lonely anymore.

[wooziorgans]

IMAGINE THAT!! jihoon always loved fucking you looking into your eyes but since you got a back tatto he just wants to fuck you from behind, bending you over when you wear those backless dresses, kissing your back when massaging you

got this idea when i was reading what i send you, btw thank youu 🩷🩷

back tattoos

THIS IS FUCKING CRAZY CUS I GOT A FUCKING BACK TATTOO TWO DAYS AGO. WHAT THE FUCK.

did someone say back shots or did someone say back shots. cus i heard back shots.

good lord. ever since i got my tattoo (aka like two whole days ago) i have actually been hard core thinking abt this. i feel like generally he goes fucking feral for people w tattoos. like i think he’d find them so cool even if he’d never get one,,, so if his partner is like “baby look!” oh my god he’d fold so fucking fast.

the healing process would be the worst for him bcs he just wants to touch it and kiss it all the time but he can’t and he’s kinda mad abt it!

he’d definitely help you with aftercare stuff though. he’d remind you to wash it and moisturize it if he’s not home. but when he is home, he’s doing all of that for you with the most tender touch imaginable.

i think he’d do something stupid like try n colour in your tattoo by giving you hickeys too.

im gonna divide this one into like placement sections bcs I think his reaction would be a little different depending on Where exactly you got it done.

back of the neck:

this one is so tender. i feel like when you lay on his lap now, he’d absolutely just brush your hair away from your neck and absentmindedly rub his thumb over it, pressing down onto it.

back hugs? nuh uh. now you get neck kisses too, right over the intricate lines of your tattoo.

during sex though? he’s pressing your face down into the mattress with his hand right over the tattoo. doggy style gets fucking reinvented with his one. he’s fully on top of you, kissing your tattoo and everywhere else on your neck cus my boy loves neck kisses! he’s an absolute animal for the first few weeks,, maybe even months.

back of the shoulders:

this one’s less,,, gentle.

he’d definitely need to help you take care of it bcs it’s harder to reach, and you’d have to take off your shirt for it but he wouldn’t be able to fuck you how he normally does because the skin is so sensitive n he doesn’t want to hurt you or fuck yo the healing process so he’d run off to a separate room after helping you out to jerk himself off,,, absolutely embarrassed about what a tattoo did to him.

i feel like generally in a relationship with him, you both give each other massages because he is stressed most of the time and he gives them to you to return the favour. where he used to go kind of rough on your shoulders before.., now he takes his time working out the knots you have there. it’s almost like he’s afraid of dispersing the ink, even though it’s fully healed.

reverse cowgirl goes crazy though. he grips onto your shoulders to guide you on his cock. n doggy style? jesus. his palms r pressing down onto your shoulders as he hammers into you.

again,,,, the first few weeks/months even,,, are insane.

spine:

OH MY GOD.

ok so like,,, jihoon is so big on rubbing ur back i just KNOW it. so imagine like,,, he already does this thing,,, but now when he does it his fingers are tracing over a literal work of art (he thinks you’re already a work of art but i digress). FUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCK WHY WOUKD U EVER REQUEST THIS.

the aftercare w this one is so fucking intimate. his hands gently work in the cream all the way down your back and it makes you shiver n he so badly wants to fucking,,, lick it. like idk he just wants to run his tongue down your whole spine until he reaches ur ass.

his hand is never leaving ur back. ever.

oh brother. ohhhhh brother. you’d have to sleep differently to not hurt yourself too much,,, so he’d volunteer as your pillow n you’d fall asleep on top of him. and when he wakes up n sees you still on him,,, his fingers r slowly tracing the canyon of your spine,,, so hesitant to touch you bcs he really doesn’t want anything to happen to the tattoo but he cannot help himself.

i keep mentioning that doggy style goes crazy but for this one it goes CRAZY.

everywhere he touches you, in some way his hands are touching your tattoo n he cannot get enough of it. he pulls you close to his chest,,, to have the tattoo pressing against him even if it won’t do anything,,, just the knowledge that it’s against his skin makes him go fucking wild.

back shots. oh my god back shots. he’s pulling out of you just to cum on your tattoo. n the sounds he makes as he watches his release cover the black lines of the tattoo. he’d never get sick of it.

when i say months. i mean MONTHS.

tramp stamp:

the aftercare for this one jihoon insists on doing. he will not let you take care of it. he wants to do it and he does it so well. you can’t really reach back there anyway,, so you let him.

his arm is now always around ur waist. n he is always rubbing your lower back when ur next to him.

if u though back shots were the star of the show for the last one… i have news for you. he’s rubbing his cock between ur ass cheeks to cum right on it.

god why would u ever say this to me i am fucking FERAL.

[deancodedinthewater]

Home Part 1

The Road So Far

"Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don’t look back!" He yelled. "Now Dee go!" And Deanna ran. She hugged Sammy as close to her as she could and sprinted as the house behind them exploded.

-

Sam laughed and it almost sounded real. “Yeah, probably.” For a moment they sat in silence against the car they had grown up in. Sam turned to his brother. “Let’s hit the road. Found another case.”

Dean grinned, pushing off the car. “What did I tell you, Sammy?” he said, tossing his keys and catching them. “Saving people. Hunting things. It’s our family business.”

-

"Dad's on a hunting trip," Dean said. "And he hasn't been home in a few days."

-

Dean nudged him and then gestured at Lucas. Sam frowned at him. “What?” Dean gestured at Lucas again. Sam sighed. “You mind if Dean says hi?” Andrea shook her head, Dean nodded and walked over.

“Tell your friend this whole Jerry Maguire thing is not going to work on me,” Andrea told Sam as Dean settled himself down next to Lucas.

“I don’t think that’s what this is about,” Sam replied, sitting on the bench. “He had a- a pretty similar experience when he was about Lucas’s age. He still struggles with it sometimes.”

-

Dean signed ‘you’re welcome’ as Sam nodded.

“Let’s get out of here,” Dean said, turning to Sam and then the exit. But Sam didn’t move. “You okay?”

“Dean,” Sam said, eyes on the ground. “It knew about Jessica.” He looked up and Dean could see the pain in his little brother’s eyes.

-

Sat in their motel room on his own, Dean pulled out their Dad’s journal and a pen. Starting at the very beginning he scribbled out the last -na of his name and corrected all the gendered language. Shes became hes. Girls became boys. He meticulously changed everything in it until he could look at it without his deadname being all over it. The door opened. He slammed the journal shut and almost threw it across the room.

-

Sam caught it in the air. “I’m going,” Sam said. 

Dean held up his hands in surrender. He signed ‘I can go’.

“Not if you don’t start talking you can’t,” Sam replied. Dean had to give him that one, he nodded. Sam tied the rope around his waist. “Don’t drop me.” He started to climb down the hole and Dean let the rope slip in his hands for a moment. 

“Dee!” Sam yelled. Dean laughed in response.

-

The shotgun dropped into the trunk and Sam slammed it closed. “We got work to do,” he said. Dean would have answered him but the words dried in his throat.

-

Now

Jenny had spent the entire day juggling her kids and unpacking. Now that the kids were in bed she could focus more on the unpacking part so she settled herself on the floor in the centre of a pile of boxes and started going through them. She pulled the closet box right up to her lap and started lifting things from it. Pilling them based on where they needed to go. Under a handful of books, that she needed to put to the side until she managed to unpack and put together a bookshelf, she found a photo from her wedding day. Jenny didn’t realise she was crying until the tears hit the glass frame.

“Mommy?” Jenny looked up and saw her daughter standing in the doorway.

“Hey, sweetie,” she replied, whipping her tears. “Why aren’t you in bed?”

Sari twisted her hands together, her toes scuffing the ground. “There’s something in my closet.”

“Okay,” Jenny said, setting aside the photograph and pushing herself to her feet. She scooped Sari up and carried her back upstairs. “Let’s see then, shall we?” Jenny placed Sari down on the edge of her bed and then made her way over to the closet. Jenny made a show of checking every spot within the closet and then she turned back to Sari. “See? There’s nothing there.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure,” Jenny answered as she moved back across the room. “Now, come on. Get into bed.” Sari crawled under her bed covers and peered up at her as Jenny tucked her in.

“I don’t like this house.”

Jenny sighed as she sat down on the edge of her daughter’s bed. “You’re just not used to it yet,” she said, cupping Sari’s face. “But you and your brother and me - we are going to be very happy here. I promise.” She kissed Sari on the forehead and stood up. “I love you,” she added, turning around as she turned off the light.

“Chair!” Sari said, pointing at the closet door.

“Okay.” Jenny gave her an indulgent smile before sliding a chair under the doorknob of the closet. “The chair. Just to be safe.” Sari wiggled herself back under her covers and Jenny pulled the door to as she made her way back downstairs.

She was just about to settle herself back into her circle of boxes when she heard a scratching sound coming from the basement. Jenny turned her eyes heavenwards. “Please, God, don’t let it be rats.”

On her way down into the basement, Jenny grabbed a flashlight - just in case. She tried the light at the bottom of the stairs anyway, nothing happened.

“Terrific,” she said, waving the beam of her flashlight over the floor. Jenny spotted a large trunk in the corner, grey with dust though it seemed to have been black once upon a time. She knelt down beside it, pulling it forwards and opening it. Inside she found pictures of a family - a little girl, a baby and their parents. She smiled at them, flipping one over. On the back it said ‘The Winchesters. John, Mary, Deanna and little Sammy.’

-

Sari sat up in bed as she heard the chair rattling against the door. Her eyes widened as she watched the chair slide out from beneath the doorknob. Sari pulled her knees to her chest as the closet door swung open. Inside stood the thing. The fire person. It stepped closer and Sari screamed.

-

Sam slept fitfully. His dreams had shown a woman he didn’t know. She has been screaming and pounding on an upstairs window. When he woke, he frowned up at the ceiling in the dark. “Was that the same as with Jess?” he whispered into the dark.

In the other bed Dean muttered something about pie and rolled over. Sam turned to face the wall and tried to go back to sleep.

In the morning, Sam grabbed one of their pocket notebooks and a pen - drawing the tree he had seen in his dream. Dean sat himself at the kitchenette table with a take out coffee and Sam’s laptop.

“Alright. I’ve been cruising some websites,” Dean said, picking his coffee up in both hands and cradling it as he turned to Sam. “I think I found a few candidates for our next gig. A fishing trawler found off the coast of Cali - its crew vanished.” He took a sip. “And we got some cattle mutilations in West Texas. Hey.” He threw a pen at Sam, who dodged it and looked over. “Am I boring you with this hunting evil stuff?”

“No,” Sam said. “I’m listening. Keep going.” He went back to his drawing, turning to a new page and sketching out the same tree.

“And, here.” Dean tapped at the screen. “A Sacramento man shot himself in the head. Three times.” He waved a hand in Sam’s direction. Sam ignored it. “Any of these getting you going, pal?”

Sam frowned down at his drawing. “Wait. I’ve seen this,” he muttered.

“What?”

“I’ve seen this before.” Sam flipped through his drawings, all the same tree.#

“Seen what?” Sam stood up and pulled his duffle bag up onto the bed. He riffled through the contents. “What are you doing?” He found the picture he had been looking for. A picture of their family from when he was a baby. They were in front of a tree. Sam held up his drawing for comparison. Identical.

“Dean, I know where we have to go next,” he said, looking across the room at his brother.

“Where?”

“Back home,” Sam said. “Back to Kansas.”

“Okay, random,” Dean replied. He put his coffee down and twisted his fingers in the cord of his necklace. “Where’d that come from?”

Sam crossed the room and held the photo out to Dean. “Alright, this photo was taken in front of our old house, right?” he said, and then with a wince he added. “The house where Mom died?”

“Yeah,” Dean answered.

“And it didn’t burn down, right?” Sam continued. “I mean, not completely, they rebuilt it, right?”

“I guess so, yeah. What the hell are you talking about?” Dean was scowling at him. But Sam had to get this out. He needed to go back to Lawrence.

“Okay, look, this is gonna sound crazy but,” Sam said, trying to think of how to make this not sound crazy. “The people who live in our old house- I think they might be in danger.”

Dean’s scowl deepend into a full frown. “Why would you think that?”

“Uh...” Sam turned away, pacing across the room. “It’s just. Look, you're going to have to trust me on this. Okay?”

“Wait, Whoa, whoa,” Dean said, standing and following him. “Trust you?”

“Yeah.”

“Come on, man, that is weak,” Dean complained, darting around him so he was right in front of Sam. “You gotta give me more than that.”

“I can’t,” Sam said. “I can’t really explain it, is all.”

“Well, tough,” Dean replied, planting his feet and crossing his arms. “I’m not going anywhere until you do.” Sam sighed and Dean tapped his fingers on his forearm.

“I have... these nightmares.”

Dean nodded. “I’ve noticed.”

“And sometimes....” Sam paused, looking down in defeat because he knew how crazy this was going to sound. “They- they come true.”

Dean’s arms dropped and his eyes widened. He signed, ‘Repeat?’

“Look, Dean...” Sam said to the ground before looking up at his brother. “I dreamt about Jessica’s death- for days before it happened.”

Dean scoffed. “Coincidence,” he said as he sat down on the nearest bed.

“No,” Sam insisted, following Dean and sitting down next to him. “I dreamt-” He took a deep breath. “I dreamt of her blood dripping. Her on the ceiling. The fire, everything.” He looked over at Dean. “I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything because I didn’t believe. Thought it was nonsense.” Dean’s eyes scanned across his face, searching for something. “And now I’m dreaming about that tree. About our old house. And about some woman inside screaming for help. I mean, that’s where it all started, man.” Sam couldn’t keep looking at Dean. The pain on his brother’s face, mixed with confusion, was too much. “This has to mean something, right?”

“I don’t know,” Dean whispered and if Sam hadn’t been right next to him he wasn’t sure he would have heard it.

Sam’s head shot up. “What do you mean you don’t know, Dee?” he asked. Dean almost flinched at the nickname and Sam felt like a dick for using it. “This woman might be in danger. I mean, this might even be the thing that killed Mom and Jessica!”

‘Slow,’ Dean signed. He pinched the bridge of his nose. He stood up and paced back and forth across the room. “First, you tell me you’ve got the Shining? And then you tell me that I’ve gotta go back home? Especially when-” Dean cut himself off.

“When what?” Sam asked, standing and grasping Dean’s shoulder. After a moment Dean looked up at him and Sam was surprised to see tears gathering in the corners of his brother’s eyes.

“When I swore to myself I would never go back there,” Dean said, his voice raising the more he spoke until he was all but yelling in Sam’s face by the time he finished. A tear slid down from his eye.

“Look, Dean,” Sam tried, he didn’t want to push Dean but he knew they needed to do this. “We have to check this out. Just to make sure.”

Dean closed his eyes, tipped his head back. “I know,” he said. “I know we do.”

-

Sam looked over at Dean as they pulled up across the road from their old house. “You gonna be alright, man?” Sam asked.

Dean’s eyes remained locked on the house. He took a deep breath and let it out shakily. “Let me get back to you on that,” Dean whispered. He opened the door and got out, heading right up to the front door with his shoulders stiff under their Dad’s jacket.

Sam caught up to him just before the door and it was him that knocked. When a woman opened the door Sam nearly gasped. It was the same woman from his dream. “Yes?” she asked, when neither of them had spoken.

“I’m Sam,” Sam said, Dean quiet at his shoulder. “Sam Winchester. This is my brother, Dean.” Dean gave a little wave when Sam said his name. “We used to live here. You know, we were just driving through and we were wondering if we could take a look at the old place.”

“Winchester?” the woman asked, with the hint of a laugh. “Yeah, that’s so funny. You know I think I found some of your old photos the other night.”

Dean signed ‘picture’. Sam took that as a question and said “You did?”

She nodded and stepped back from the door. “Come on in,” she said. “I’m Jenny, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sam said for both of them as Dean nodded. Sam was really starting to feel like he might have pushed his brother too far with this one but it was far too late to back out now. He’d have to apologise with pie or something when this was over.

Jenny led them into her kitchen where there was a toddler in a playpen bouncing happily in the corner and his older sister sat at a table, presumably doing homework.

“Juice! Juice! Juice!” the toddler chanted.

“That’s Ritchie. He’s a real juice junkie,” Jenny explained, with a laugh. She pulled open a child lock on the fridge and grabbed a sippy cup full of juice that she handed to Ritchie. “But, hey, at least he won’t get scurvy.” Ritchie immediately started chugging his juice as his Mom made his way back over to the table where she placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Sari, this is Sam and Dean. They used to live here.”

“Hi,” Sari said. Dean waved.

“Hey, Sari,” Sam said. Dean tapped him on the shoulder and nudged his head in Jenny’s direction. Sam frowned at him. He signed when and pointed at the ground. “You just moved in?” Sam guessed what Dean was trying to say.

“Yeah,” Jenny replied, clicking the child lock back in place on the fridge. “From Wichita.”

Dean signed ‘family’ and then pointed down. Jenny frowned at him and then looked at Sam, a question in her eyes. “Dean’s asking if you have any family here,” Sam explained.

“Oh,” Jenny said. Sam got the feeling she was asking more than just what Dean was saying but he really didn’t think explaining why Dean wasn’t talking would help his brother in this situation. “No, I just... needed a fresh start, that’s all. So, new town, new job - I mean, as soon as I find one. New house.” She waved her hands about to try and encompass the whole house in her gesture.

“How you liking it so far?” Sam asked and Dean nodded at his side, as if he was saying he wanted to ask that too.

“Well, all due respect to your childhood home,” Jenny started and Sam had no idea where that sentence was going. “I mean, I’m sure you had lots of happy memories here.” Dean gave her the fakest smile Sam has ever seen. “But this place has its issues.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s just getting old,” Jenny said with a shrug. “Like the wiring, you know? We’ve got flickering lights almost hourly.”

Dean smacked Sam, who signed ‘I know’ back at him. “That’s not great,” Sam said. “What else?”

“The sinks backed up, there’s rats in the basement,” she paused in her list and gave them both a sheepish look. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to complain.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sam said as Dean shook his head. “Have you seen the rats or just heard scratching?”

Jenny gave them a startled look. “It’s just the scratching, actually.” Sam and Dean shared a look. Dean went to smack Sam again but Sam stopped his hand and signed ‘I know’ again.

“Mom?” Sari said, tugging on her mom’s arm. Jenny bent down to her level and Sam only just caught what she said. “Ask them if it was here when they lived here.”

“What, Sari?” Sam asked, she turned wide eyes on him.

“The thing in my closet.”

“Oh, no, baby, there was nothing in their closets,” Jenny said to her before turning to them. “Right?”

At Sam’s side, Dean shook his head. “Right,” Sam said, dumbly. Dean elbowed him. “No, no, of course not.”

“She had a nightmare the other night,” Jenny explained, standing back to her full height and wrapping an arm around Sari.

“I wasn’t dreaming!” Sari snapped, ducking out from under her mother’s arm. “It came into my bedroom - and it was on fire!” Sam and Dean both stared at her. Sam stoppedDean’s hand without looking.

-

Not long after, once Jenny had fetched the box of their old photos, they walked back to the car. Dean matched Sam’s pace, though he was still quiet. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make words leave his throat. He could barely make his hands form words.

“You hear that?” Sam said, enthusiastic despite it all. “A figure on fire.” Dean nodded, though Sam had his back to him so he couldn’t see it. “And Jenny was the woman from my dream.” Dean nodded again. This conversation was feeling very one sided, even by his normal levels of quiet. “And you hear what she was talking about?” Finally, Sam turned to face him. “Scratching, flickering lights, both signs of a malevolent spirit.”

Dean shook his head, exasperated. He pointed at Sam and signed ‘weird’.

“What?”

‘Visions. True. Weird.’

“Yeah, well,” Sam said, suddenly sounding much less enthused. “Forget about that for a minute. The thing in the house, do you think it’s the thing that killed Mom and Jessica?”

Dean wiggled his hand with the palm down, maybe.

“I mean, has it come back or has it been here the whole time?” Sam was starting to sound excited again and Dean had to put a stop to this.

“Sam,” he said out loud, raspy and quiet. His brother looked at him with wide eyes. “Could be... something else.”

“Whatever it is, those people are in danger, Dean,” Sam said, eyes still wide as saucers. “We have to get them out of that house.” Dean nodded. “No, I mean now.”

Dean scoffed. ‘How?’ he signed. And then just because he felt like it he fingerspelt ‘idjit’.

“Then what are we supposed to do?” Dean got in the car and when Sam didn’t immediately follow he pressed the horn. What they needed to do, for Dean’s sanity if nothing else, was gat a little distance between them and the whole place. Maybe then he could think straight. Maybe get the sandpaper out of his throat.

When Sam got in, Dean shoved a tape in the player and drove off. It was 20 minutes to the nearest gas station and in that time he felt all of his muscles loosen. He didn’t relax so much as he came down from high alert. His fingers ran over the steering wheel as he pulled in, feeling every bump and curve.

“You okay?” Sam asked from the passenger side. Dean nodded.

“We just-” he tried but it was a false start. His hands tightened on the wheel and he made the conscious effort to let go of it. “We just gotta chill. Take this like any other job.”

“If this was any other job,” Sam said, running a hand through his hair. “We’d try to figure out what we were dealing with. We’d dig into the history of the house.”

‘We know,’ Dean signed in reply.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “But how much? I mean, what do you actually remember, Dee?”

“About-”

“That night,” Sam finished when Dean choked on the word. “Yeah.”

‘Fire,’ Dean signed. ‘Heat.’ He paused. He could see his Mom on the ceiling. He closed his eyes. Opened them again. “And then I carried you outside.”

Sam looked at him with wide eyes. “You did?”

Dean’s brow furrowed as he turned to Sam. “You didn’t know that?” he asked in a whisper.

“No,” Sam said, shaking his head. Dean had to look away from the soft, sad look on his brother’s face.

“You know Dad’s story,” Dean continued, his voice grinding on his throat. His fingers itched for something to do so he picked at a loose thread in his jeans. “Mom was...” He sucked a breath in through his teeth. “Mom was on the ceiling. And the- the thing was long gone by the time he- by the time he found her.”

“And he, what? Never had a theory about what did it?” Sam asked, his voice was as soft as his face had been and Dean squeezed his eyes shut. He tried not to think of the little boy his brother used to be. Tried not to think about who he could’ve been.

‘Don’t know,’ Dean signed. ‘We asked. He never said.’

“Okay,” Sam said. He sounded more like himself. The adult version. Not the kid who Dean would give the last of the Lucky Charms to in a heartbeat but the man he’d throw himself in front of a werewolf for. “So if we’re going to figure out what’s going on now.” Sam paused, frowning at the dashboard. “We have to figure out what happened back then. See if it’s the same thing.”

Dean nodded. ‘Talk to Dad’s friends, neighbours, people who were there at the time,’ he signed. Both of them sat there, taking in what Dean’s signs meant.

“Does this feel like just another case to you?” Sam asked, his voice back to that soft vulnerable thing that conjured up a floppy haired, chubby 12-year-old in Dean’s mind. Dean stayed still for a moment. His fingers stilling on the frayed fabric at his knee. Then he reached for the door handle and popped the door.

“I’ll be right back,” he said as he stepped out of the car. “I gotta go to the bathroom.” Once he was around the corner, right next to the door to the bathroom, he pulled out his phone. Dean glanced around, making sure he was completely alone.

Dean dialled Dad’s number. It rang through. “This is John Winches-” Dean hung up. His heart was in his throat, grating on the sandpaper.

He dialled again. “This is John Winchester. I can’t be reached. If this is an emergency, call my- call my son, Dean. 785-555-0179. He can help.” Dean remained quiet for a moment, after the beep.

“Dad?” he said, quietly, into the phone. “I know- I know I’ve left you messages before. I don’t know if you get them.” Dean cleared his throat. His heart stayed where it was. “But I’m with Sam. In- In Lawrence. There’s something in our old house. I don’t know if- if it’s the Thing. But-” His voice broke. He leant his head back against the wall, eyes falling closed. “I don’t know what to do Dad.” A tear dripped from his eye. “Could you please come? I need your help, Dad. I can’t- I can’t do this without you.” Dean snapped his phone shut, wiped his tears, and actually went to the bathroom.

-

Jenny led the plumber into the kitchen. He tapped a hand on his thigh as he gauged the sink. “I’m not gonna find anything weird down there, am I?” he asked.

“No, sir,” Jenny said, waving a hand at the sink. “Nothing weird down there, I promise. Sink just backed up on its own.”

The plumber nodded at her and opened the cupboard door. “Well, I’ll take a look.”

“Thanks. I’ll just- I’ll just get out of your way.” She backed out of the room and went on her way.

The plumber put down his tool bag and began to inspect the pipes under the sink. He swiped his hands over the pipes, checking for any obvious leaks.

A toy in the corner started going and he looked over at it, frowning. A monkey. One of those cymbals playing monkeys that laughs. It stopped when he looked at it so he thought nothing of it. He stood up to check the garbage disposal, flicking the switch had no effect. So he rolled up his sleeves, readying himself to check for blockages.

As he stuck his arm down the garbage disposal the monkey started up again. He glanced at it. The garbage disposal started up. The plumber screamed. Blood splattered everywhere. The monkey laughed.

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