#guess what bitch that karma is still signed to YOU

[incarnateirony]

GEE "PRIESTESS OF HERMES", CAN'T IMAGINE AFTER EVERYTHING PINNED WHY THE ROADS ARE UNSAFE FOR YOU

"You know, I hear the snow in Tartarus is very useful..."

Go learn from a righty. Let us go.

#i fucking can't #why are you this dense #guess what bitch that karma is still signed to YOU #not fucking playing your goddamn games anymore child #we don't fucking care what state you run to #there's nowhere on the planet you can run lmao #doesn't want you to leave the state? #doesn't want you breathing #try that idea hat on #your shadow is screaming

[lutawolf]

The Sign Commentary Review Ep 3

I'm saying fuck it and doing this commentary anyways, even though it's way late. (my kid got into a car accident. Fuck this year.) Anyways I think I'm hilarious so here we go.

Home dude really just let Tharn get kidnapped and looks so lost about it. Hahah! The friend group drinking at the idea of Phaya and Tharn having sex. So dead.

The way these coconuts are stirring up Phaya. And why did his brain go straight to shower. He is so obvious and doesn't even care. Then races out to call the man. Like, are you just now realizing what is going on. This is real life drunkenness, I swear. When Chalothon shows up in the camera feed, it's a total audacity of this bitch moment.

Good news, Chalothon is not having any luck controlling Tharn either. The faces Phaya makes at his phone.

HAHAHA! Phaya's face when he gets back to the table and sees all the guys. He went from being on top of the world to a no good, shitty day real fast. Poor baby, lol.

Phaya's book collection has me jealous. The music playing while he is visualizing the girl. Especially with those subs (mysterious music playing). 🤣🤣🤣 The whole scene with the sister, omg. (mysterious music) (footstep sounds) (footstep sounds) (mysterious music) Phaya's eyes shifting as if in panic. All very dramatic.

Grandma is so pretty!!! She's hilarious too.

Somebody got romance on the brain! I mean, I'm only guessing, between the closeness and the subtitles telling me that romantic music is playing. Then dreams of cuddling Tharn. Cute! I like how the lighting makes them look like they are underwater.

Boy woke up so confused. "I must have thought about him too much." Ya think?!?

Phaya is a talented artist. He has a lot of art of a boy also a side profile of a female. The one we can't see clearly makes me think of the dragon from the water. Is the cat a Cha Kla? Cha Kla is a mythological cat from Thailand.  Legend says that the Ch Kla are terrified of humans and will hide from them, but if they are seen or touched, that person will eventually die. However, they are usually black, where this is white with black surrounding it.

Grandma, "Are they twins?" Then Phaya goes on to fill her in on everything. These two have a very close relationship.

"Did I do anything weird last night?" Boy, that is a loaded question. Ya'll Yai is adorable. He is for sure one of my favorite side characters.

Doc... I'm having doubts that I'm gonna like you. You've barely talked, but you have slime ball written all over you. And what is up with Tharn saying that him and Phaya aren't that close??? Clearly he isn't that close to the Doc if he is hiding stuff.

Nong Khai!!! Nong (low area like a swamp) Khai (lost) is situated on the banks of the majestic Mekong River, one of the world’s longest and most iconic rivers. It's also a very important pilgrimage for Buddhist because of a revered Buddhist stupa that dates back to the 16th century and is believed to contain relics of the Lord Buddha. You know what else it's known for?? Nagas. These mythical creatures are semidivine beings that are serpent shape-shifters. Whether it is a human form, full serpent, or half serpent, half-human form, the Nagas can take up whatever shape they prefer. They are a strong and attractive species, who are regarded as guardians of treasure which resides in the underwater kingdom of Patala-Loka or Naga-Loka, a stunning place decorated in gems.

Now I'm really excited!

💜💜💜 I'm dying. "She's gorgeous." "I know that, but she's also very scary. I'm afraid of her." This honestly makes me like him even more. NGL. They are pretty close with the Abbott. Aww, poor Yai getting ganged up on. *Snickers*

Clues! "While you’re staying here. Let me warn you about something. Make sure you often meditate and dedicate the merits to those whom you have wronged in the past. So that it would help lighten the consequences of your karma. Got it?"

"Is he still not free from them? They’ve been after him since when he was born. That’s why he had to live at the temple. What do they want from him? Why are they so vengeful?"

Shot to sad Abbott and sad Tharn.

Phaya asking the Abbott if he remembers him. Give me answers! Give me! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, Finally!!! It's come out that he is the boy that was saved by him!

And we crash again. That's so fucking sad, is this why he thinks the people he loves dies??? "Everything has already been destined. His life is written by the karma he did in his past life." This is so fucking sad. But wait! There is hope! "His destiny has been entwined with someone since his past life. That person will lead him to experience bad things. But it is also that person who would be able to free him from his karma."

Okay, so the Rocket Festival they are talking about and why the date is significant. The Rocket Festival is usually celebrated on the weekends in the middle of May, just before the start of the crop plantation period (the rainy season). This ancient festival is a merit-making ceremony which involves firing home-made rockets towards the heavens to captivate the rain gods and hope for a good monsoon season before the crop plantations take place.

"Whether you’d be free from those whom you have wronged in the past... depends on whether you’d be able to find the owner of this amulet tonight." Damn, that's not ominous. Poor fucking kid.

Ahhhhh, this is when his visions started! No thoughts, he just dives in. This boy does not deserve to have to pay for his past life! I absolve him! You live by a river, and you're just shaking him? Fucking turn him over and smack his back!

Past, Phaya is so puppy dog.

Wait! You forgot to give him the amulet!!! Dumbass kids. Always forget the important part. I mean... Well, I guess saving a person from drowning is the important part, but you know what I mean! Oh good, Phaya found him.

"So, he would probably live for a very long time. But you have to be careful though. If both of your destiny are entwined like what I think... You would eventually find each other again."

And clearly, Yai has always been the way he has been since forever.

Naga! He dreams of Nagas! Usually the festival associated with Naga is the Naga Fireball Festival. Which is celebrated in the fall or Buddhist Lent period. In this festival, people gather along a certain stretch of the Mekong River, to witness glowing red 'fireballs' shoot up into the sky. The number of fireballs sighted can range from hundreds to thousands. The local people attribute this phenomenon to the mythical 'Phaya Nak', a giant serpent that they believe resides within the river.

Okay, I'll shut up now and get back to the show.

"He doesn’t know how to swim. But he still wants to go and play near the riverbank."

"Grandma, I really heard someone calling me there last night."

That's just a great kid. We almost saw the Darwin Theory in action. The stupid shall not inherit the earth. Gee wiz, I hear disembodied voices, let's go investigate near water where I can not swim. This is like me hearing a gun shot and going to check it out. No, I don't want to die, I'm not that noisy. The unknown can stay unknown. Phaya as a kid was so soft and shy. Boy has he changed!

WTF is not wanting to take the amulet. Don't be an ungrateful asshole, kid. Tharn takes no shit, even as a kid.

"What you saw wasn’t a dream. It was your karma." "Are you saying that... they are those whom I have wronged in my past life?"

We're getting closer to answers! Ahhh, we're talking more about the Naga!!! So Tharn was a Naga in a past life??

"You both are destined to help each other Trust each other. Only then, you would be able to free yourself from your karma. Your kind hearts are your best weapon. And remember to always trust each other. Help each other. And you both would live a happy life, like you’ve always dreamt of." Sounds simple enough... (dumdumdum aka thunder sounds)

Oh snap! We got some bad weather! Okay, so Naga have different classes. From the general Nagas who have large bodies like great serpents with a crest on the head and strong poison to the celestial ones who have several heads with lethal poison and supernatural power such as disguising themselves more than just as a human being. Furthermore, certain ones can effect rain. The power to bring rain or cause drought by stop giving it. Some beliefs say they can disguise themselves as rain clouds and/or rainbows. That is why the quote for the Rocket Festival is "How much water will the Naga give this year."

Ohhh, who could this be? The king of Naga? There are a few options, so I won't hazard a guess just yet.

Can I just say that I'm loving that Phaya is chasing after scared Tharn. Yai and Phaya hugging like they didn't just get drunk together the night before. 🤣🤣🤣

"It was quite dark, so I didn't know he actually looks like this." OMG, I'm Dead. Hahaha Yai... I can see why you and your gf fit together.

Ahhhh I'm loving this so much!! You see the Naga decorations on the bridge?? This is in association with their connection to rainbows. The rainbow signifies the bridge between earth and the underworld. Sorry if this shit is boring, you guys! Like I said earlier, I'm way late, and so I'm just writing about what I find interesting. Because I refuse to force beliefs on my children, I give them books on world religions and beliefs. I read it so that I can help them as they read what they are interested in. I find all this stuff so captivating.

The way Yai looks at his girl. So sweet.

Okay, I see what they are doing here with the dream, but I'm dead. That hair and his facial expression. Like he is seconds away from laughing at himself. I would love to see BTS of this part right here.

Look at Phaya just calling Tharn out. Like Bitch, try and run from me. "Why didn't you want to tag along with us."

Isn't that where he was sitting when he had the vision? Phaya, you wish he was hitting on you, lol.

Not matching clothes!!! Tharn bitching all the time but damned if he didn't put on the matching clothes.

He left her cause she was naga! What!

Yes, he is telling you that you are the cause of his bad dreams. But he still wants you to stick around so nevermind.

I love these fools. I love grandma. Now everyone knows that Phaya is the boy that was saved.

I like Sand.

"If what you said is true, Yai and I both love you like our own brother... but we’re still safe and sound."

"Don’t let what the Abbot has predicted come true." Grandma come back! Explain this to me...

Hahah! Tharn is so sassy. "Did you use this kind of story to hit on the girls in France?"

See, no hiding for Phaya. He just straight up tells Tharn that he likes him. I think evil jellyfish is a new favorite nickname for me. I really want to read this book but it's like 15 bucks. Crazy!

AHHH! They finally kiss!!! "And this is called a goodnight kiss."

Tharn's face when Phaya says goodnight. Bless the poor boy. Well fuck, we getting stormy weather over a kiss? What the hell is gonna happen when they do more!?! I think I liked it better when the sex just woke up the evil twin, not cause destruction of humanity. Tharn is cute but I don't know that he is Noah Arc worth it kind of cute. Just saying.

Running scared! But that's okay cause Phaya is very willing to chase. Even tackle.

"Do you want to get hurt?" Phaya over here like, yes please. With a cherry on top. I love the cockiness of both of them. I adore when Phaya puts his tongue in his cheek. These two! Thank you Saint! You are a blessing amongst men. I really enjoy this kind of foreplay. No punches were pulled. Noticed Phaya is wearing the talisman.

Ahhh, it's the forcing him to submit and then telling him he is a good boy for me.

I’m Police Major Akkanee Assawawaisoon, your team leader. Yay! He is back!

I love these coconuts. Tharn going and sitting by your brother, Phaya is going to kick your ass again.

Ahhhhhh. I'm so excited for this saturday!

#the sign the series #the sign bl #phayatharn #luta talks the sign #coconuts mafia

[telehead]

Flaky, flaky, flawed, and snaky.

Play the victim, lie, and bate me.

Fool me once, play your games.

Fool me twice, call me names.

Charm, charm, so you can harm

without anybody sounding alarm.

You try to hide it, yet I see it fly,

that giant red banner across the sky.

Spend, spend, I see a trend.

YOU need MY help, and so I lend.

Drinks, sluts, games and drugs;

just sweep it all under rugs!

Crack, crack, break my back.

I just might have a heart attack!

Shove my love through a shredder!

I really deserve so much better...

Burn, burn, the pages turn.

Of all you read, you cannot learn.

I wrote that book to show my love.

Now it burns, it wasn’t enough.

Threat, threat, place your bet?

Make a stranger kiss your neck?

How dare I involve your friends?

This is how our story ends.

Risk, risk. Our health you’ve risked.

It’s not okay, you must have missed!

Inside your unborn child’s mother,

AND the next day, inside another.

Fuck, fuck, you cheat and suck!

Tell your daughter “best of luck,

I went and gave up your mommy,

now this hotter new girl’s got me.”

Karma, karma, what a bitch;

the new girl left you in a ditch.

No one else would lend a hand,

so maybe now you understand.

Lie, lie, go off and cry!

You would not care if I die!

You’re only there to see the baby.

I ask for more? Nah, that’s crazy!

Busy, busy. You getting dizzy?

Ashlee, Makayla, Meghan, Jada, Lindsey.

Got all these hoes while you’re with ME.

Jessica, Anna, Jaide, Maddy, Whitney.

Bronson, Bronson whenever ya want some

just tell em all you’re chillin with Bronson.

Dumb ass hoes won’t figure shit out.

But lies ALWAYS unravel, without a doubt.

Dumb, dumb. You just gotta get numb.

On Coke, on Percs, alcohol, and bud.

To block the pain of shame and shit.

The dumb, quick way to death type habit.

Jail, jail, yet again you fail.

But every time, you tell the tale:

Denial, blame, threats & lies.

You done this shit now how many times?

21, 21, that was your age then,

that night you ruined your life and

you are not clever, you are not bright,

for what you did just wasn’t right.

Babies, babies, you must like babies

or little girls instead of grown ladies.

You told her you were 16 years old,

and now you project that lie, behold:

14, 14, that was her age then.

You KNEW she was that innocent.

No, not 16 saying she was 19.

That little girl now must be fighting...

Trauma, trauma and all this drama.

You could not comprehend her trauma.

So this must be why you lie and deny,

cause no body likes a perverted guy.

Guilt, guilt around the lies you’ve built.

Or is it shit with which you’re filled?

No wonder you can’t sleep, you’re tangled

in webs you weave in & out of every angle.

Danger, danger! That’s what you are.

Warning Sign! Hazard! Stay very far!

Our crazy past is proof that I know.

Being cool with that shit? Just... NO!

Lost, lost, look what this cost.

Out the window our family’s tossed.

If only you could turn back time,

perhaps then we’d still be fine.

Fine, fine... but COULD we be fine?

If you really could turn back time?

HA! That’s hilarious!! Flaky in check??!

Dating you’s a fucking train wreck!

Ivy, Ivy. So cute, pure, and tiny.

Yet, more loved than gold; almighty.

She makes my heart sing and glow.

But this feeling you’ll never know.

Innocent, innocent that’s what she is.

So, far away from you she’ll live.

Away from twisted lies, and deception;

whores, drugs, violence, and destruction.

Happy, happy. That’s what she’ll be;

not around danger, but safe here with me.

She’ll grow to know that she is so loved.

She don’t need your shit, we got enough.

Shame, shame. But you’re to blame.

Happy that I learned your game.

Sad you have Sociopathy,

but that, our girl will never see.

Bye bye you perverted guy.

The truth behind your nasty lie,

THAT will haunt you till you pass.

Or maybe longer... take a guess.

Flaky, flaky, flawed, and snaky?

Real shit happens fuckin with flaky.

So take a page from my mad diary:

Flakes can go fuck themselves,TRUST me.

[seaside-writings]

Hello, all you wonderful and lovely people!

I know I should have posted this a week ago, well maybe a little more than a week ago lol, but I didn't really have time to do so.

So now here I am posting a late birthday prompt list for you all, based on one of my favorite horror movies "Happy Death Day" which I know isn't that much of a horror movie more like a thriller, sci-fi, romantic comedy, but I still put it in the horror category, for a few different reasons.

It's been one of my favorite movies since I saw it back in 2017, and I've kind of started a small tradition where I watch it at some point during my birthday. Whether I watch it by myself, or with my loved ones I always watch it at some point.

This is why I thought it would be fun to make a prompt list about it as a gift for you all on my birthday. And it would have been if I had just been able to post it on that day.

Still, I hope you all enjoy this late birthday gift from me to you. I'll try to do better about posting on time next year.

I hope you all stay blessed and safe throughout your day.

Lots of Love & Wishes: Celia 💙

Prompts:

"Today is the first day for the rest of your life," - "I can't change what I've done, but I can start trying to be a better person today." - "What I really want to know is, how did you figure it out? "Because you've killed me before!" "... Then I guess I'm just going to have to do it again," - "Anyhoo, her little plot was super lame. Poisoning a cupcake? Really? We're Kappas. We don't eat cupcakes," - "I know I've been a bad roommate, but... isn't this a bit much? What the hell!?!" - "So, uh, now that your bedroom is officially a crime scene and all, where are you planning on crashing?" "Is that an invitation?” - "I'm not sleeping in my car again! It smells like Hot Pockets and feet!" - "I just knew there was something wrong with her. She never wore make-up, never posted cute selfies, and she literally owned a pair of crocs. All the signs of a psycho killer," - "Wait, you've been killing me over some stupid guy?" "Oh, that's not the only reason. You're a dumb bitch, too!" - "You know, it's funny, you relive the same day over and over again, you kind of start to see who you really are. If my mom saw me now, and who I've become, I don't think she'd be very proud," "Don't say that," "It's true. I'm not a good person. Maybe it's karma, maybe I deserve it,” - "I know you're really not into girls. But it's okay. Love is love. Now go out there and get yourself a fine piece of man-ass!" - "Well, look, I don't know you all that well, but... it's never too late to change," - "Look, I know... it's none of my business, but... I think something like this is bound to have some pretty serious consequences," "You're right. It is none of your business," - "Safety's off. Thanks for the tip," - "You're a feisty little shit, ain't you?" - "You know, when I was a kid, I always got to skip school. We'd go to the beach. My dad would buy us this like huge birthday cake. And put just one candle on it. We'd blow it out together," - "You know, it's a real nice surprise, you comin' and visit me like this... - "Woof! I like you. Damn shame," - "Get out!" "I just want clean underwear!" - "Who takes their date to Subway? Besides, it's not like you have a footlong," - "Would you stop looking at me like I just took a dump on your mom's head?" - "Impressive," "That was nothing," - "Is this a joke? You think I would actually try to poison you with a freaking cupcake?" - "Whatever, you won't remember any of this anyway," - "You killed me. "What?" "You poisoned it. But I never ate it before," - "Are you under the influence of alcohol or any other controlled substance?" "No! That is what I'm trying to... Wait. If I am, does that mean that you're going to arrest me and lock me in a jail cell?" "That's how it usually works," "I'm drunk!" "... You are?" "Wasted. And I'm high. You know, pills... weed... you name it, man, I'm on it!" - "Well... Don't expect me to just let you get by in my class after this!" "Already dropped it, asshole," - "What stupid little self-help book did you get that from?" - "Whatever. Clumsy hos. I better see you at the meeting today," "We'll be there!" - "Go on, take a bite," "You really are crazy," - "Eat it, bitch!" - "You had access to him. Did you drug him first? You knew that if he escaped, everyone would assume that he killed me. But it was always you," - "Yeah. I'm supposed to be with mine. I don't know, I couldn't bear the thought of sitting through another uncomfortable celebration while we both pretend that everything is awesome," - "Give me a list of names of everybody who knows it's your birthday and whoever has a reason to try and kill you," - "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you wouldn't stop sleeping with him," "What?" "But he just kept choosing you over me. I guess all he wanted was a cheap slut like you!" - "Going somewhere?" "Yes! As far away as possible!" - "Stop it, you're freaking me out," "Well, how do you think I feel!?" - "You stupid little whore," - "Okay then. I'll take it down to the police. I'm sure they can tell us what your little birthday treat is made of," - "Whoever's killing you knows it's your birthday," - "Your wife loves you so much, so if you don't have the guts to tell her the truth, at least have the balls to leave," - "I was wrong. I thought that if I stopped running that I could beat it. But it's never gonna stop," - "What was that for? “ “I have to run, but what are you doing later tonight? “I... Nothing,” “You want to take me out for my birthday? “Heh, what's the punch?” “Look I know it's really random but I promise I'll explain everything tomorrow, well assuming there is one,” ”Well...” ”Just say yes,” “Yeah, all right, cool,” “See you then,” - "You sure you wanna wake up in the dorm room again?" "Only if it's yours," - "It's been so much worse. All of this running and hiding has made me so miserable. And I think I finally figured it out. I mean, it took something, like, totally crazy, but... but I'm here. And I love you. And I'm so, so sorry that I hurt you," - “It's never too late to change. I mean, especially if what you're saying is true, each new day is... it's a chance to be somebody better,”

#happy death day #writing #writing prompt #writing prompts #writing prompt list #writing prompt lists #prompt #prompts #prompt list #prompt lists #dialogue #dialogue prompt #dialogue prompts #dialogue prompt list #dialogue prompt lists #happy birthday to me #birthday prompt #birthday prompts #birthday prompt list #birthday prompt lists #horror movie #horror movies #thriller movie #thriller movies #happy death day 2017 #quote prompt #quote prompts #slasher flick #slasher flicks

[my-poems-my-soul]

" THE HATE IS REAL"

WRITTEN BY: RACHAEL A HOWE

LATELY IM LIKE...MAN HOLD UP, GOT WAY TOO MANY FEELINGS IN MY GUT. SECRETS FROM ENEMIES HIDING IN THE SHADOWS, THINKING I DONT KNOW WHAT'S UP. BELIEVING THEY'VE WON, THINKING THEIR TOUGH.

NEVER DO I ASK FOR THESE SIGNS TO APPEAR LIKE THEY ALWAYS DO, THIS PLACE, THIS PERSON, THAT ONCE SEEMED LIKE THEY WERE GOOD, BUT NOW IM SEEING THEM IN A DIFFERENT VIEW.

SMILING IN MY FACE, BUT SECRETLY WISHING THEY COULD TAKE MY PLACE.

AND HERE I AM CONFUSED BECAUSE IM NOBODY SPECIAL, IM DEFINITELY NO SUPERSTAR. IM NOT FAMOUS NOR AM I A BILLIONAIRE BY FAR.

YET I GOT THESE HATERS WATCHING MY EVERY MOVE, STALKING MY INSTAGRAM, WAITING FOR ME TO POST SOMETHING NEW.

SCARED TO REVEAL WHO THEY REALLY ARE, HIDING BEHIND FAKE PROFILES AND SENDING THEIR HATE FROM A FAR. TELLING ME WHO AND WHAT THEY THINK I AM, AND IM JUST SITTING BACK CHILLIN' CUZ MY INTUITION HAS BEEN TELLING ME THIS SHIT IS ABOUT TO HIT THE FAN.

BITCH YOU REALLY THINK YOU INTIMIDATE ME WITH THE BULLSHIT YOU SAY? GUESS AGAIN, MATTER OF A FACT YOU MIGHT WANT TO WRITE THIS DOWN...YOUR WORDS AINT SHIT, THEY MEAN NOTHING TO ME. YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER MY THOUGHTS NOR MY ENERGY.

BUT IM NOT ONE TO BE PLAYED WITH, GO AHEAD AND CALL ME ON MY BLUFF.

IM LOOKING FOR A REASON TO GO THERE, LOOKING FOR A REASON TO ACT A DAMN FOOL. WHAT'S UP NOW BITCH? I THOUGHT YOU WERE TOUGH.

AS IM HERE WRITING THESE WORDS FOR ALL EYES TO SEE.. IM LAUGHING AT YOUR PATHETIC ASS, PRETTY SOON YOU'LL BE ON YOUR KNEES.

ASKING FOR FORGIVENESS, WANTING TO WRITE YOUR WRONGS. NO HARD FEELINGS HERE WITH ME, IM ALWAYS BLESSED AND IM ALWAYS MOVING ON.

CUZ' WHEN YOU REAP WHAT YOU HAVE SOWEN, WHEN THAT BITCH KARMA COMES TO SHOW YOU REAL FEAR, YOUR GOING TO WISH YOU WERE NOT ALONE.

AND ILL BE CONTENT, ILL STILL BE WHO I AM AND STILL WITH HIM, SITTING HERE SMILING, KNOWING IM STILL HERE, KNOWING I STILL CAN.

DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO HATE ME FROM THE MIDST OF THEIR DARK SHADOWS.....

#artists on tumblr #poetry #haters #hiddenenemies

[caskethrill]

the cowboy next door 𝜗𝜚

pairing: jack daniels x virgin f!reader

summary: a retired jack is left with too much time on his hands, but thankfully your bedroom window makes for great entertainment.

warnings: stalking, masturbation, spitting, dacryphilia, dumbification, degradation, unprotected sex, choking, manhandling, breeding, corruption, age gap (reader is 20). just creepy, suburban jack.

word count: 6.8k

authors note: the more i read this the more it sounds like joe goldberg cowrote it

read part two here.

the picket had been wobbling for weeks, the small creaks and squeaks never going unnoticed by jack’s sharp ears. he pushed it off day by day, planning to tackle the small chore each time he hopped out of his shiny bronco and waltzed up his doorstep. still, it always got pushed to the bottom of his list for one reason or another. he graciously allowed creatures to use it as a gateway from yard to yard, but when his trash began to turn up ravaged through, he ruled that he could avoid it no more— although he’d recently retired and relocated to his own little corner of suburbia, he didn’t want to live out his work-free mornings picking up trash. he didn’t seem to care that it was one of the hottest days of the floridian summer; he cared that he got this fence over and done with.

with a plop, jack’s belt fell flat on the ground, cluttered with a variety of tools— half of which he probably didn’t need this time around. instead, he entrusted the hammer gripped in his calloused palm, prying at the rusted nails that bounded the family of pickets together. in his free hand, he grasped the maple brown wood; it wiggled from the constant brunt of abuse rooted at the bottom of the plank. jack quietly cursed the small animals in comparison to “sons of bitches” just as he gave the piling one final tug.

snap! 

jack quickly realized he’d made a rather big mistake. the fact he could make out his neighbour’s entire backyard suggested as such, making his fence a wide-open invitation for any creature in need of passage— karma, he assumed. letting out a frustrated sigh, jack pushed himself up off of the ground and snatched up the piece of scrap of wood to take with him. the next stop was his car keys, and after that, the nearest hardware store.

he returned a mere forty-five minutes later with a shiny new edition and some nails, finding his spot back on the green grass in his backyard. he latched his belt back around his waist and tossed his hat to rest idly upon one of the stakes, dropping to his denim-clad knees to get a better look at what he was working with. however, jack was pleasantly surprised to find his view of the next yard over accompanied by you.

in the time he’d gone, you’d come. one of the few things jack failed to notice about you was your green thumb. as a spy, it became hard for him to ignore such minuscule details; you were an only child with the typical parish-pump parents. from what he could tell (and he could always tell), you never left your house looking for a party, which humbly surprised jack. he knew you waited at the bus stop every morning for college, and what college girl doesn’t party? you sometimes read in the backyard, which he oversaw from his bedroom window. his beautiful, treasured bedroom window that was directly parallel to yours. while he couldn’t guess your age, it was reassuring the few times he’d gotten a peek at the florida state poster that hung over your bed, paired with a “happy 20th birthday” sign he could only assume was written by a child. a pretty young thing such as yourself should know better than to leave your blinds open so late, he’d think. as he drank in the sight of you, he’d come to realize he had either pushed off this chore for much too long, or the gods had decided today was his lucky day.

because there you were, begging for his attention, bent over in a floral-adorned sundress. the hem brushed against the soft, supple flesh of your thighs as the breeze danced with the cotton fabric. you fought with invasive weeds that engulfed your meticulously grown marigolds, dirt swallowing your hands and cramming under your fingernails. your knees had developed small patches of green, dyed from the very ground that had started to make them ache. you constantly shifted further forward in an attempt to ease the pain, falling back onto your heels with a defeated huff every few minutes. this only egged jack on, giving him just the kind of show he wanted. in his imagination, you knew he was there.

and that breeze— curse that breeze, jack thought. he couldn’t help but beg the wind to pick up, to give him a better view of what beauty he knew you hid under that dress— but his prayers fell on deaf ears. he considered returning to his little project tomorrow to make you more comfortable and maybe to save himself a hospital trip for a crushed thumb from the flat, steel head of his hammer, but jack was gluttonous. he couldn’t bear the thought of tearing his eyes from you.

peeking through the sliver of space, he could feel his cock swell, forcing his pants to tighten and his weight to shift. he knew this wasn’t right, but since when did he allow morals to guide his decisions? jack sporadically decided it might just be better to replace the entire picket, and wordlessly, he grabbed the wood with both hands and heaved.

the loud crack forced your head to snap back toward your neighbour, his presence having gone entirely unknown until now. the hand that was just gripping at the stems of your beloved flowers now clutched your chest, eyes mimicking your stance— they were wide with terror.

“sorry, darlin’. didn’t mean to scare you.” he dipped his head down, a bashful smile splitting his face.

it wasn’t the first time jack had spoken to you.

you’d once hoped off the bus to have the first glimpse of your new neighbour accompanied by the gritty sound of classic country radio— bent over the popped hood of his vintage ford bronco, toned muscles on display in the same skintight, white wife-beater he wore now. beads of sweat had gathered at his hairline, and instead of using the grease rag that draped over his shoulder, he opted to bunch up the fabric that clung desperately to his torso to wipe his damp forehead. when you found the will to peek up from his exposed abdomen, you found him already gazing at you with a knowing smirk. before he had a chance to put that southern drawl of his to good use, you quickly retreated into your house and slammed the door behind you, back pressed against the portal while you desperately tried to regain your composure.

it was only a few days following that you had missed that same bus by just a few moments— your alarm forgot to ring, and you spent five minutes too long searching for the study notes you’d misplaced the night before. and by what you assumed to be by chance, your eye candy of a neighbour had just pulled out of his garage.

“seems you’re in need of a ride, huh?” he punctuated his words with a shove of his passenger door, leaving it wide open for your taking. his charming smile and thick kentucky accent further flustered you.

“i don’t take rides with strangers.” you had nervously countered, in which the mysterious man frowned with reason, muttered out a “smart girl”, and offered up his large hand.

“jack daniels. what’s your name, doll?” he peered at you through the thin frames of his glasses.

you thought for a moment, before figuring he already knew where you lived, what harm would your name do?

“well, it’s your lucky day! it would seem we’re not really strangers anymore, wouldn’t it?” he grinned, giving the seat next to him an inviting pat.

you considered, fighting to avoid his hopeful gaze. instead, you flashed him a polite smile and managed out a “it was nice to meet you, jack”. unbeknownst to him, you were searching for an excuse to miss class. when he offered you a curt tip of his hat, you could tell there were no hard feelings.

there wasn’t much else to say about your neighbour jack. he kept to himself for the most part, and noting how many times you’d spared a subtle glance at his ring finger, he definitely wasn’t married. you didn’t see much of him besides the occasional nod of acknowledgement or charming smile in passing. somedays, if you were lucky, he’d tell you to have a nice day followed by some vivacious pet name— you chalked it up to southern hospitality. if you were honest with yourself, the mystery surrounding your neighbour only further enticed you. the blank slate left too much room for your imagination.

“i was gonna fix up this fence, hopefully, save some of your pretty flowers there from the little bastards diggin’ through my garbage, but i don’t wanna ruin your— uh, zen, if you will.”

the offer coaxed a giggle from your lips, finally finding the courage to meet his gaze. his smile matched yours. “that’s okay, jack. i’m not bothered.”

with that, he gathered a couple of nails in his palm, taking one between his teeth and the other between his thumb and forefinger, aligning his hammer for his first hit.

you would quickly regret your reassurance and dismissive wave of hand, as with every few swings the older man took was followed by a throaty grunt— you blamed the delusional half of you that had begun to wonder if it was intentional, while the remaining was just glad to have your imagination fed. the many times you laid in bed with jack in mind, hand shoved eagerly down the tight fabric of your jeans, you had nothing apart from his voice and that salacious smirk of his to drive you over the edge, and while he was simply fulfilling a daily task and you enjoying your gardening, the last thing on your mind was “zen”. with each glance you spared his way, the hotter you grew. his arms were tanned and flexed, brows knitted together in focus, and the thick veins in his hand had begun to bulge from the tight grip he held on the shaft of his hammer.

abruptly, you pushed yourself back onto your heels and stood, clapping off the excess dirt on your hands and soothing out your dress. when you disappeared, jack had wondered if he’d scared you off, but it wasn’t long before you’d returned with two icy glasses of lemonade.

“thirsty?” you offered, noticing the way his hair was caught by his damp forehead and flattened by the heat.

“parched,” he mentioned, hiding the shock that threatened to overtake his expression when you gestured for him to make his way over to your yard. he didn’t leave room for hesitation, dropping his tools and travelling the short distance down his driveway and up yours. he noted neither your father nor mother’s cars were parked, leaving you all to him.

you surprised yourself by inviting jack over, but you definitely needed the cool-down, and after your sudden exit, it seemed like the polite thing to do. although, as you watched him approach, you felt your stomach tighten with nerves or lust— which, you weren’t sure. with no suv between you, you noticed how tall he stood and how broad his shoulders really were. you swallowed thickly, hoping your not-so-subtle interest in your neighbour went unnoticed. gazing up at his face, you realized he couldn’t be much younger than your father, and it was then you began to criticize your actions; what man of his stature wouldn’t pick up a little school girl crush?

inviting him over for lemonade, really? might as well start your own stand.

nonetheless, you offered him a shy smile and held out a glass, which he accepted with a playful wink. “bless your heart, little girl.”

your head quickly turned in the opposite direction, feigning a short cough to hide the blush that bloomed up your neck. you were ashamed to admit what such simple words did to you. before taking a sip of your beverage, you offered him a seat on the shaded patio.

“you go to florida state, don’t you?”

the sentence alone was enough to make your insides twist. you didn’t wear any paraphernalia— you found it to be rather tacky; it was for mothers to brag at luncheons and book clubs, and that was it.

“how do you know?” you asked obliviously, head tilting into your right shoulder once you’d taken a seat at his side. while you figured he was just making conversation, you couldn’t help but feel skeptical. if anything, your mother could have mentioned it to him the time she’d stopped by to offer him a homemade cherry pie, her specialty and go-to neighbourly welcome.

“the bus you take,” he mentioned carelessly, almost tricking you into believing he was just observant. still, the subtle smirk that threatened his lips and the knowing look in his eye made you think otherwise. “it stops at florida state, and you do not look old enough to be a professor.” 

“oh,” you mumbled dumbly. “i go there, yes.”

you almost jumped in response to the chuckle that erupted from the chest next to you. “don’t be so scared, sugar, i don’t bite.”

you couldn’t tell if it was tension or if the air was just thick, but you smiled nonetheless.

jack savoured the fruity refreshment over your polite conversation regarding your studies and his “work”, making sure to milk the time he got by your side. when you weren’t looking, he took advantage of your closeness by memorizing every detail of your body; he’d noticed your breasts were perfect, like two soft scoops of haagen dazs ice cream. once he finally finished off the last few drops of the homemade delicacy, he offered his compliments and thanks, pushing himself up to stand.

“you know, i think it would be a bit easier for me to finish from this side of the fence, would that bother you?” he lied, and you agreed.

you had returned to your gardening, turning on the radio on the stained-glass patio table-top to fill the comfortable silence that had developed. you weren’t so nervous anymore, or at least until you’d heard the sound of cotton sliding against skin. your attention turned to jack, watching as he tugged the white top over his head, giving you a close-up of what had left you squirming all night all those weeks ago.

“like what you see, pumpkin?” his tone was proud, looking down at you with a cocked brow. the shirt disappeared to hang over the fence, resting alongside his hat.

oh.

while you hadn’t realized you had completely abandoned your marigolds to stare at his physique, it dawned upon you that he was doing this on purpose. he was teasing you. he wanted to see how easily he could fluster you; the grunting, the flexing, the pet names, and now, his half-naked body. and darn you, jack daniels, because it was most definitely working.

you froze, mouth gaping like a fish desperate for water. before you could find your words, he let out a throaty laugh. “don’t get all shy on me now, it’s nothin’ you haven’t seen before.”

you could feel a familiar pulse form between your legs, begging for attention despite the embarrassment that shone through your cheeks.

“when’s your daddy gon’ be home?” jack asked casually, turning his muscular back to you as he returned to his work. he’d met both of your parents out of courtesy when he’d first arrived in town, but unfortunately for him, he’d timed himself wrong, and you’d just left.

he took your confused silence as an invitation to continue. “i think he and i should have a talk about that window of yours. maybe we should get you some curtains, huh? wouldn’t want anyone seeing anything, right?” he peeked over his shoulder to gauge your reaction.

and there it was, the same knowing smirk he gave you that afternoon in his driveway. the same knowing smirk he flashed you when he asked about florida state.

it hit you like a tone of bricks; the fear, the confusion, and most of all, the arousal. all of the times you’d felt eyes on you in the safety of your own home, it was him. you realized why you didn’t see much of him and raised the question of how you’d never seen him standing in the frame parallel to yours. you weren’t stupid enough to not realize his bedroom window was there, but he always had his blinds shut… didn’t he?

tears stung your eyes, wanting nothing more than to push yourself up from the ground to run inside, but your entire body fell weak.

your neighbour let out a long sigh as if he was unimpressed by your lack of reply, dropping his hammer to the ground and turning to face you. the sound made you flinch. “the afternoon you saw me working on my vehicle, what did you do when you got inside?”

his face was painted with a shit-eating grin. your entire body burned with humiliation, unable to meet his eyes, even as he crouched down to your level. in contrast with his mocking words, his hand raised to gently cup your cheek, easing the hot skin with the rough pad of his thumb.

“come on, princess, go on an’ say it. it’s a simple question. just tell me what you did,” jack coaxed in a soft tone, quickly turning much more hostile as he spat his following words, “or did you want me to see you? see how you wanted me fuck you like the whore you so badly want to be?”

his chest buzzed with accomplishment when a whimper spilled from your mouth, grabbing at your jaw to force your gaze onto his. “did that get you off, huh? thinking about me on top of you?”

you nodded shamefully, a handful of embarrassed tears slipping down your cheeks.

he always wondered if you’d been touched before, but judging by how you squirmed even at the mercy of your own hands, he had his own assumptions. the thought of deflowering you made him throb against the fabric of his briefs, looking down into your wide doe-eyes with a toothy grin. “ain’t that sweet?” he cooed, moving his thumb to trace the bottom of your two plump lips. as if by reflex, your mouth opened like an invitation.

he watched as his digit sunk onto your hot, wet tongue and took that as consent to run his free palm back and into your hair. the hesitance in your eyes told him all that he needed to know, more than elated to give you the guidance you so badly craved.

“such a good girl, aren’t you?” this time, it was a rhetorical question. he knew how good you were— he knew how pretty you looked when you were fucked out at your own hand, he knew how you pleaded for your own orgasm to come with no one else in the room, and how you looked spread across your bed with your legs wide and welcoming. he knew it all too well— fuck, he admittedly looked forward to each night spent sitting at the edge of his bed, bucking into his own fist and imagining it was you he was filling.

the first time he’d seen you was an honest mistake. his first day in the neighbourhood was spent unloading boxes, and the florida heat definitely had not been kind to him. his new home had sat empty for a few months too long, and while he’d been warned the air conditioner wouldn’t be up and running for another few days, he didn’t think it was anything he couldn’t handle. jack was quickly both humbled and sweltered.

his bedtime routine consisted of cracking open every window in the house, the last stop being his bedroom. he yanked the blinds upward and fought with the old frame— he was beginning to think his modest purchase had been a mistake, but he’d retract that thought quicker than he could say it aloud. there you stood in his direct line of vision, your cluttered schoolwork and heaps of laundry falling into the background as he allowed his eyes to drag up and down your figure. judging by the pearls of moisture that dropped from your skin and the plush towel that hugged your body, you’d just returned from the shower. he swore to himself that it was just an innocent observation at first, but he hadn’t peeled his gaze from you when the fabric dropped, and by then, it was impossible to listen to reason before the painful throb between his legs.

within the first week, he’d memorized your routine through the concealed gaps of his blinds; you left for class before the crack of dawn and returned just before dusk. his favourite part was watching you calmly approach your front door as if you weren’t burning to run up the stairs and lock yourself in your room until you poured all of your school-girl frustrations out through a release. he figured out exactly what you wanted and needed from the countless times he watched your own hand close around your throat, the way you teased yourself and shoved your face into your pillow to keep the sounds he imagined were so heavenly from meeting your parents’ ears— he’d memorized every measly detail and twitch of your naked body before you’d even seen his face.

he surprised himself at his own constraint. he had learned things about himself he’d never known when he became shamefully addicted to watching you— such a young, inexperienced little thing just desperate for corruption. he figured you so lucky that you had him for a neighbour and no one else.

jack didn’t think anything would ever compare to the first time he came at the sight of you, but now that he gazed down at you on your knees, he considered otherwise.

your lips had closed around his digit, forcing a dissatisfied grunt from jack’s lips. the hand tangled in your hair was quickly squeezed into a fist, yanking at the silky strands to pull your head back. he clutched at your jaw with the leverage of his thumb, forcing your mouth wide open, just how he wanted it. a quiet cry elicited from your throat as he leaned forward, dipping down close enough for your noses to mingle. his cheeks had hallowed ever so slightly before spitting. he pulled back to watch it slide back toward your throat, using his finger to massage the saliva into your wet muscle. he noticed the drool pooling at the corner of your lips, and with that, he yanked his hand back and clamped it over your mouth. he waited until he saw a tear or two spill from your eyes. “go on, then, swallow it.”

by the tone in his near-whisper, you could tell how much he was really enjoying this, and you’d be telling the lie of the century if you tried to deny that you were. you did as you were told, taking a gulp of air the second his palm retreated to your upper arm. before he could ask, your mouth remained open for inspection. he let out a satisfied hum, caressing the flesh of your shoulder.

“i always knew you would be so good for me.” jack praised, his gentle approach contrasting with the sudden heave of your arm that lifted you from the ground and sent you slamming face-first into the fence he just spent his afternoon fixing. the hand that was once in your hair had fallen to the nape of your neck, while the other moved to grip both wrists behind your back. you couldn’t move. he basked in your impulsive snivel, leaning forward until his lips brushed the shell of your ear. “what did you think about every night, knuckle deep in your own cunt?” a moment of silence followed, spent searching for words through your fogged brain— you couldn’t decide to focus on the throbbing of your cheek or the strong heartbeat between your legs. “did you think about me, baby? because i can’t count how many times i’ve fucked my fist looking between those pretty thighs of yours.” he muttered, head falling forward to graze his lips along the pulse of your neck. his hips just ghosted your bottom, and it took every muscle to refrain from pushing back into him. 

a sudden thwap! ripped you from your fantasies, drawing out another cry from your throat. “i asked you a question, little girl. i expect to be answered. i think you’re more than capable of using that mouth of yours, aren’t you?”

“yes, sir,” you gasped, pushing your ass back into his palm which soothed the reddening patch of skin he’d just smacked. your eyes fell shut as you pressed your forehead into the picket before you, overwhelmed and unable to pick between the number of scenarios you’d formulated with your hand down your pants. “always thought of you,” you managed, almost convinced you could feel his chest swell with pride. “thought of you using me however you pleased every night.”

jack found you were easier to rile up than he imagined— after all, he knew you were much dirtier than you let on. maybe you were more bark than you were bite. your flustered choice of words told him everything and nothing at all. there was something so filthy yet innocent about your response. it made his cock rock hard. “have you ever been touched, darlin’?” he interrogated, allowing the hand that once held your wrists together, the one that had just assaulted the cheeks of your ass, to dip down between your legs and delicately sweep over your clothed centre. you squirmed, and he chuckled. “i think i know the answer.” he teased, watching your face burn and head shake in shame. “is that so?” jack’s tone was laced with faux pity, but you could pick up on the excitement lurking beneath. he clicked his tongue, repeating the same motion from just moments ago, but this time with your damp cotton panties swiftly shoved to the side. he collected your arousal on his pointer finger, pleased to find you were practically dripping, and all because of him. his voice deepened, “i’ve heard virgin pussy is perfect to mould to the shape of your cock— just gotta use it enough.”

a wanton moan flew from your lips, head tossed back onto his shoulder. your thighs had begun to quiver. “please,” you begged aimlessly, reaching out to grip at the pockets of denim that hung at his hips. inadvertently, you only tugged him closer. you couldn’t complain, nonetheless.

“please what?” he encouraged, unable to deny the cocky grin that tugged at the corners of his lips. to finally feel you after weeks of longing, have you pleading with only a few touches, and the sound of your voice made his pants tighten. he was teasing himself just as much as you. “you’re a big girl, princess. use your words as i told you.”

you let out a whine.

“you’re not getting fucked until you ask properly.” he reminded sternly; the playful tone that carried his voice only seconds ago had disappeared. he enjoyed seeing you struggle.

“please,” you repeated meekly, squirming underneath his stare. “please fuck me.”

“very cute, but i know you can do better.” the older man sighed, recalling the outline of your lips he’d so meticulously read each time you approached an orgasm, crying out to no one but yourself— “please, please, please,” you’d heave, and he would spend the night with his hand wrapped around his cock, aching to know what it sounded like. your mouth was capable of much dirtier things, and while he liked your display of oblivion, he wanted to hear what you’d spend so long hiding from him.

“it hurts, i need it.” you cried, thighs squeezed together in desperation. you truly thought you would collapse from need. “make me your fuck toy, force me to take it until i can’t anymore, until i pass out, i don’t care. just fill me up, please, jack. i’ll do anything. you can do anything.” you rambled, and you honestly didn’t think you would have stopped if jack hadn’t lost restrain, ripping your panties from your core and letting them pool at your ankles. the sudden breeze made you shiver.

“‘atta girl,” he cooed, soothing the pain of your throbbing entrance by running a finger along the rim of your outer walls. while anyone else would probably complain, you were just elated to finally have some relief. he finally dipped the thick digit into your heat, deriving a drawn-out, high-pitched moan from your lips. your insides twisted in ways you didn’t recognize, quickly growing dependent on the slow, even rhythm he’d begun to pump at. “i knew those tiny hands of yours couldn’t be enough for you.” jack sledged, adding another finger. your hips instinctively began to push back into his palm. “come on, show me how bad you want it.” a third digit slipped in, and if your cunt wasn’t so sopping wet, you’d probably be writhing in discomfort. his fingers stilled.

it was both too much and not enough at all, huffing and puffing as you messily jerked your hips back into the hand of your neighbour.

“aw, you need help, baby?” jack’s tone was soft, so coaxing yet ridiculing. you could hear the chortle in his voice. perhaps he could tell you had absolutely no idea what you were doing. that all that you wanted, you had no idea how to get.

you didn’t think you could nod faster.

“poor thing can’t even fuck herself right.” jack mocked, allowing you to continue your struggle as he dropped the hand from your neck to wrap around your hips for leverage. “need to be stretched out by a real man, hm?”

you nodded mindlessly— you’d agree to anything if it meant getting what you so badly craved. and with that, his three fingers curled into your gummy spot, pulling you back into him with each plunge. you felt the hardness in his jeans with each push he gave, dropping your hands to dig into the flesh of his forearm that secured around your waist. you’d began to tighten around him, the knot in your stomach growing larger and your moans increasing in volume with each thrust— you were going to cum, and jack was well aware. “c-can i—“

and you were empty. tears spilled down your face once more, gratified gasps turning to frustrated heaves for air. you pushed your ass back into jack’s groin, letting out a mindless string of pleas. i hate him, you thought.

“i thought you wanted to be fucked.” the man grinned as if he were doing you a favour, forcing your head to snap back to catch his gaze. your brows were knitted in anger, bottom lip jutted out, and cheeks wet. getting a glimpse of your teary eyes made jack’s balls feel heavier than ever, finally chipping the last piece of his composure down to nothing. the brief hiss of his zipper was enough to make your chest burst with anticipation, and you had to fight to keep yourself upright long enough to feel the angry-red tip of his cock swipe along your soaking folds. the feeling alone made you squirm, let alone the uncomfortable push at your entrance.

“it’s not gonna fit.” you panted, hips falling forward in response to the painful sensation. one of your hands pushed at his stomach, attempting to relieve yourself of the unfamiliar pressure.

jack tightened his grip on your waist, ripping your hand from his torso to pin against the picket before you. he then gave you a forceful jolt back into his body. “i’ll make it fit.” he spoke sharply through his teeth, the little bit of patience he had left becoming completely non-existent. he’d been dying to feel the warmth of your cunt for weeks. now that you were here, finally his for the taking, he couldn’t hold back. he wasn’t going to play nice.

he forced the remainder of his shaft between your wet walls with a drawn-out grunt, holding you in his arms so tightly you thought you’d break. your mouth had fallen open, unable to find a sound that could articulate how both excruciating and perfect it felt to be split and filled. finally, a wail found its way to the tip of your tongue.

“sh, just take it.” jack hushed, dropping your hand to fist at your throat. he could feel your pulse beat out of control against his palm, and it only further encouraged his stamina. with each thrust of his hips, he felt your muscles relax, pain going unnoticed as you melted into the pleasure of being fucked. “that’s it, you’re takin’ me so well, baby— fuck, so good.” your pussy was so much better than he ever could’ve imagined, and with each delicious clench of your walls, he had to fight not to fall over the edge.

his praise had you dripping, the iniquitous squelch that accompanied each jostle of his hips making you tilt your head forward in humiliation. jack acknowledged the gesture, grabbing your jaw between his fist to force you back up. “you wanna act all innocent and naive?” he spat, noticing the way your back arched to offer up your puffy and sore hole for fucking. there was no doubt in his mind you’d be bruised from the beating it had taken today, and he wasn’t even finished yet.

jack’s chin rested on your shoulder, and when he noticed how your breasts bounced with each thrust, he let go of your face with a shove to reach up to rip at the material of your neckline, allowing your tits to spill out, free of their confinements. his eager hands fled to cup the supple flesh, twisting and pinching your pebbled nipples. “we both know all you are is a whore— made to be used as a hole and nothing else. you know that, don’t you?” you were blind from pleasure and unable to make out anything past a whimper. his words made you dizzy. “do you know your place, little girl?” he grunted, swinging an arm back to push your face further into the wood.

when you didn’t answer, jack pulled out to leave you empty, ignoring your protests as he spun you around to hike up your dress and hook both legs around his hips. he wanted to look you in the eyes, make sure you knew who was making you feel this way— make sure you saw the first man you come undone under. “so stupid, and all for some cock.” he muttered, sinking right back into your snug heat where he belonged. fuck, it felt like you were made for him.

your head fell back, drool beginning to fall freely from the corner of your lips.

“all body, no brains. at least you can be put to use with a tight cunt to fuck.” jack’s words only encouraged the knot that had retied in the pit of your stomach, hands frantically searching to clutch onto his shoulders for support. he could feel each clench of your walls, sucking him in and pushing him closer to the edge with each thrust. he squeezed your thighs, head falling forward into the crook of your neck.

his name fell from your lips like a prayer as you neared your high. you sunk your nails into the flesh of his back, pants falling from your lips each time your back was shoved into the wooden panel behind you. “cum?” was all you could manage, being met with a low growl that only further stirred your insides.

jack’s hand found your throat once more, forcing your head back to get a good look at your fucked-out expression. it wasn’t anything he isn’t familiar with, but he found that up-close, it was much prettier than he imagined— it didn’t hurt that he was finally what resulted in it. “cum.” he answered, and you did.

you let go with wanton sobs, your orgasm hitting you in waves of overwhelming rapture— it almost hurt, the way you constricted around him.

for him, too. the tightening of your heat made it hard to pull out— both literally and figuratively. the way your face twisted, eyes softened with such desire made him feel like he was going to blow. this is what you were made for. the devilish voice in the back of his head pleaded to mark you, fill you with his seed and claim you as his, but he had to accept that the day would come eventually, just not now. for once, he knew better.

you clung to him, your body buzzing with ecstasy. you were unable to control the overwhelming convulsions and twitches of your muscles. jack’s hips slowed, soothing circles into the skin of your outer thighs and whispering quiet promises of “i got you” ’s and “you did so well” ’s.

when you’d ridden out your orgasm, he found it hard to suppress himself any longer, pulling his cock out to rut against your slick folds. your hips bucked instinctively, and that was enough to drive him to release, still reminiscent of the pulse of your cunt. grunts puffed out through his lips, finally letting out a long, drawn-out moan as his balls were relieved through long, silky ropes of cum. he milked every palpitation of pleasure that radiated up his stomach and through his body, basking in the sounds of your attenuating whimpers. his eyes hadn’t once left yours.

“what a waste,” jack tsked, hand trailing down to trace over the now sticky lining of your mound. you recoiled as he collected a mix of your juices on the tip of his finger, presenting it to your lips that had already begun to obediently part. you sucked the cocktail off of his digit, unable to tear your gaze from his. when he praised you one last time, you could feel yourself slipping into a state of tranquillity.

you were a mess of dried tears, flushed cheeks and drool, but he never found you more beautiful. your breasts were swollen, and the majority of your body had turned a bright cherry-red. he dipped down to pull your underwear back up and readjust your dress. he pacified your skin with his palms, pressing soft kisses to random patches of flesh as he made his way back up to your face. as he caught your eyes, he was endeared by the vulnerability and submission that swam empty in your gaze. he felt his heart swell in need to take care of you, but with the sound of a vehicle fast approaching, he knew better to quickly tug on his shirt, button up his jeans, drop his hat over his head and search for the origin of the sound.

the clang of jack’s belt broke you from your daze. you wondered where he’d found the time to get dressed, but the tinge of alarm on his face had you following his gaze, mimicking the expression he held on a grander scale when you noticed your father’s vehicle pulling into the driveway.

jack greeted him with a curt nod and a friendly wave as he began to retreat back to his yard, his cheeks pushing his eyes into thin crescent moons. he explained away his now fixed (and broken-in) picket fence, and your father offered a hand if he ever needed it. it was when your dad commented on the heat and something along the lines of two sets of hands getting the job done quicker than you realized you were both glistening in sweat, in which jack praised your generosity in offering him refreshments while you worked at your garden. “that’s a good girl you’ve got,” he said.

before he slipped behind the barrier of your two homes, he glanced over his shoulder, giving you a wink and a tilt of his hat. there was that knowing smirk again. “good afternoon, little lady.”

and then he was gone.

he liked the chase, the little game you had him playing— and he didn’t plan on allowing it to end there. saying jack daniels was going to be a problem would be the understatement of the century, and even if you didn’t know it yet, there would be no returning to subtle, neighbourly nods and hospitable waves.

you went to sleep that night with your window wide open, and jack figured that fence had really been worth fixing.

#pedro pascal #agent whiskey #agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey smut #kingsman the golden circle #cw age gap

[forelsketparadise]

Red Bull might have signed Max for until 2028 but that doesn’t mean he would still be there by then. What are they going to do when another prodigy arrives at the scene? He would be just like Vettel for them after that. Heck it would even be Dennis Hauger who could dethrone him from the first seat at red bull. 

But you know what’s funny? He has been driving for them since 2016 and only one the championship last year after it was rigged in his favour. A rigged championship after 6 years with the team, 7 in F1 got him the reward of 50 millions salary and an extension until 2028. Red Bull is really blind in there love for their golden boy even Vettel who was a four time world champion with them and got them 4 constructors championship too didn’t get this special treatment. 

Seb got them 8 championships and he was sidelined after a single year. Max hasn’t even achieved even 1/4 of what Seb did for Red Bull to get this kind of treatment especially after winning a rigged championship. Red Bull can continue to be keep giving him the undeserved special treatment. It will come to bit them back soon enough because guess what karma is a bitch and finds you and fucks you. 

Note- I am literally not going to entertain anyone that comes to his defense on my post or in my asks after last time. I am just going to delete them.  

#anti red bull #anti max verstappen #f1 #anti christian horner #anti helmut marko

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

love letter, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Jeon Jungkook gets love letters shoved in his mailbox and under his apartment door all the damn time. You, too, get love letters shoved in your mailbox and under your door. All the time. It could be a sweet gesture, but this is the twenty-first century. Love letters aren't all they're cracked up to be. 

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; short graphic descriptions of sex acts; smut (fem reader, a very intense make-out session including some wild tongue and too much saliva, nipple play, a bit of m-receiving oral, cowgirl, handjob); non-idol!BTS – technically university, blond, softsub!Jungkook x working, softdom!reader; slightly desperate and needy JK

yes, yes, it’s MTV Unplugged ‘Telepathy’JK

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"I'm so tired of people thinking they have a chance with me."

Was the exasperated declaration as you backed up into your apartment, only to turn around and witness Jeon Jungkook dumping a waterfall of colorful envelopes from his giant black backpack onto your hardwood floor. 

"At least remove your shoes before you start flaunting how hot you are," you replied dryly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he kicked off his large white sneakers. "Look at this shit! It's relentless! It's annoying! I just want to live my life!"

You vaguely recalled Jungkook being excited about his first love letter upon reaching university, and then the second, the third... and now you were staring at pile number five hundred on your doormat. "I don't know, put a sign on your door? 'Please stop, the answer is no?'"

Jungkook winced. "I can't do that. How many hearts am I going to break?"

"Uh, I dunno, you already broke half the campus by existing in general."

He bonked you on the head lightly with his denim jacket sleeve. "I have not. I've only slept with a couple people and that was supposed to be no strings attached."

You shrugged. "People can't understand that. Especially women."

He puffed his cheeks and stepped over the pile. You noticed the small stickers and nice handwriting on the colorful pastel paper. You almost felt bad, seeing all the effort put into them.

"At least they're cute. I only get torn notebook pages with scribbles."

"Stop lying. You get girls' letters too," Jungkook grumbled. "Can I borrow your computer? One of my professors assigned an online quiz and the internet at my place is down, again."

"You gotta move," you commented, kneeling down to collect the mess Jungkook made. You noticed Jungkook flit his eyes about before throwing up his hands and bending down to help you. 

"I'm trying to get out of the lease, but I have a couple more months left," he complained childishly.

"What about your other friends? Can't you go bother them?"

Jungkook frowned, sticking out his lower lip. The tiny mole underneath winked at you. "You hate me now or something?"

You laughed, standing up with a stacked pile of confessions to Jeon Jungkook. "No, I'm just curious as to why you always come here."

He shoved the rest in your arms, his pile slightly messier than yours. "You live the closest and you're usually home. Plus, you have two computers."

"A laptop and a desktop," you corrected. "Don't you have a laptop?"

"It's easier to borrow yours."

"Lazy."

Jungkook ignored your remark and ticked his silvery-blond head further into the apartment. "Can I borrow it or not?"

You laughed. "Of course. Laptop's on the bed."

He turned and followed the hallway to your bedroom. "Same password?" he yelled, not looking back.

"Obviously."

"Why is it my birth date?" he shouted.

"Because, one, no one will guess it, and, two, you're a dumbass and always forget it."

"I do not!"

"How many times did you ask when the password was Klingon?"

"I don't know your nerdy shit!"

"Do your fucking assignment," you belted down the hall. 

Jungkook stuck his head out of your bedroom door and scrunched his nose to make a hideous face at you, holding your gunmetal-colored laptop. You rolled your eyes as he disappeared again. This crackhead. You let out a sigh, walking past the acrylic painting of a blue sky with pink-purple clouds hanging in your living room, flicking through at all the letters addressed to Jungkook.

Surprisingly, you knew what he felt like. With you, it started with inviting one guy over to your place, sucking his dick, and then suddenly a letter appeared. Well, letter was putting it nicely. Dirty napkin with words scrawled with smeared ballpoint pen shoved under your door, explicitly asking for more. Then another, wanting it. Then another, begging for it. You ignored them. At some point, you invited a girl over, ate her out, and then the colorful envelopes started appearing, with cute stickers and neat handwriting.

Mmmhmm.

Why did Jungkook bring them here anyway? To brag? For you to peruse? You spread them out them on your coffee table and tore one open. Read it. Simple confession of love, no name. You were kind of jealous. Jungkook always got nicer ones than you did. Something about being a sexually uninhibited woman seemed to translate to others that you were down to fuck anyone, anytime, anything. You tossed the letter aside, ripped open a folded card closed with lilac tape. Another, 'I love you, please go out with me', no name. Toss. And you opened another one, reading out loud. 

"I want to cram all one hundred and seventy-nine centimeters of you into me?”

Uh.

Huh.

Still no name.

Cute peach stationery though. 

Was it a euphemism? Symbolic? Thinly veiled code? Hm. In any case, this was more along the lines of shamelessness you encountered yourself. 

By all conventions, Jeon Jungkook was attractive as fuck. Pretty pink lips, big brown eyes, manly sharp jawline. He kept his hair on the longer side, around ear length, now silvery-blond compared to the usual black. You heard he dyed it a couple times, but now it had since faded to the original blond.

Oh, yeah, also he had nice hands and a body to die for. 

You could see why Jungkook got all these love letters. You? Well, similar reasons, except less muscles. Also, yours weren't really love letters. More like vulgar remarks on the backs of grubby receipts. 

Probably just as heartfelt.

The only reason you knew of Jungkook was because you were friends with one of his close friends. Alright, maybe you sucked his friend's dick. More than once. But anyway, not the point. The point was that the topic of love letters came up one night when everyone was hanging out and you voiced your predicament. It was the summer before Jungkook entered university. He had burst out laughing, thinking it was a hilarious situation.

"Haha, that would never happen to me!"

Jokes on you, Jungkook, karma's a bitch. 

You thought about moving, but the location was close to your work and the internet service was great here. At least you always recycled the paper. What were you supposed to do? Keep an album of Starbucks napkins of people asking if your tongue was good or not?

You opened another envelope addressed to 'sweet, adorable Jungkookie'.

Their words, not yours. 

"Shove your dick down my throat and make me gag? Smiley face?"

Well, that's a contrast. 

Jungkook didn't start contacting you on his own until the letters started coming and then they didn’t stop coming, flooding his mailbox and underneath his door, overwhelming and confusing him. He didn't think he would get much attention, although perhaps it might be your fault, since you seemed to have set the precedence for this type of thing at this particular university. There was at least one person in every year that got this treatment, and it all started with one dirty napkin with smeared ink. Rumor caught on and then bam! It became a thing. 

So, yeah. 

Maybe kind of your fault.

You shouldn't have told so many people about that napkin. 

You fished out a pizza receipt from the pile, inspecting it. You couldn't find anything out of the ordinary. Then you noticed it had Jungkook's phone number and an order of three pizzas. Not a confession, just trash from Jungkook's backpack. Did he really eat three pizzas? Hopefully not by himself and in one sitting. You noticed the timestamp. Mmm, three in the morning. Okay. Maybe he did eat three pizzas by himself in one sitting. 

You filed through the rest, removing trash from the recyclable paper. Paused when you found a scrap of paper that said, "Put your dick in my ass." You recognized this curvy, narrow handwriting, slightly heavy-handed. Same person wrote you the same note this week. 

This was why you didn't take the messages too seriously.

You saw a particularly thick purple envelope and picked it up, tearing it open. It was several pages, with tiny, crammed handwriting on paper with cute bunnies on it. Several pages detailing straight up porn with Jungkook as the leading role. 

You almost burst out laughing. 

Who the fuck would write this?

And send it to him?

Not you, that's for fucking sure. 

Still, it wasn't the worst thing you've ever read. Had some spelling mistakes and poor grammar. Instant turn-off. Needed a good proofread. You settled onto your brown leather couch, highly entertained as you read it. Then you actually burst out laughing, because said person wanted Jungkook to lift them and fuck them at the same time and that kinda shit just wasn't possible. You would know, because you’ve tried. It sounded good, but in practice, the dick ended up falling out pretty quickly if the pussy was any sort of wet.

If you weren’t wet, then, eh, not sure why you're fucking. 

"What is so fucking funny?" Jungkook grumbled, poking his head around the corner, still holding your laptop. 

You held up the sheets of bunny-printed paper, still laughing. "Someone sent you their written erotica and you're the star!"

Jungkook grimaced. "Oh yeah, that person. They write something new every week. It's weird." He frowned. "I try to take it out so you don't have to read that shit. I must have missed it."

"It's hilarious," you chuckled. "You should publish them into a book."

"You know I can't do that," Jungkook sighed, putting your laptop on the coffee table and snatching the pages from you. "I throw them away like everything else."

"Did you finish your assignment?" you chortled, leaning over to look at the laptop screen. Submission successful. "80%?! When you could easily cheat?"

"I read a question wrong," Jungkook whined, balling up the paper and throwing it down. "Ack."

You looked up at him and he was looking upset at the pile on the table. 

"What's wrong?"

"What if one of them is real?" 

"Huh?"

"I mean... I just throw them away now. But what if one of them is real?" Jungkook wondered out loud. 

You shrugged. "Does it matter? They'll tell you in person if it's that important."

Jungkook tilted his head at you doubtfully. "Will they?"

You sat back into your couch, with your legs wide open. You were wearing sleek black leggings and a cropped pink sweatshirt. Not the most ladylike pose, but you didn't really care. You gestured to the stack of letters on your wooden coffee table. 

"They should. If they actually like you and it's not a joke, then they should tell you in person and accept that they might be rejected."

Jungkook frowned and slumped down next to you. His light-wash denim jacket made a loud floof as his ass hit the brown leather cushions. The wash of his jeans matched his jacket. He wore a white graphic t-shirt under. It looked vintage, but it probably wasn’t. 

"What if they're nervous?" he questioned, twisting his pink lips around.

"So what? Everyone's nervous. We all live in a perpetual state of terror."

Jungkook rolled his eyes. 

You leaned forward and plucked a sky-blue memo note from the table, reading it out loud. "I love you. Marry me." You held it out to him. "See? You get nice ones. I get, ‘choke me like you hate me’ and 'shove your tongue into my asshole, please'. Rarely do I get is that please at the end," you finished with a dry laugh. You looked up to see Jungkook staring back at you. Your laugh died a little seeing his serious expression. 

"Yes."

You blinked at him. "What?"

Jungkook ticked his chin to the note, then shifted his eyes to you.

You pointed to the memo sheet and raised an eyebrow. "I didn't write this."

"I did."

He was so serious that you couldn't laugh. You just blinked at him rapidly and turned your head to look at the sky-blue memo sheet, finally recognizing the clean, block-like handwriting and spotting the bottom right corner. English letters. A J and a K fused together, the way Jungkook usually signed his paintings.

You dropped the note like it was on fire.

Jerked your head up, not to him, but to the painting across from you in the living room, the one with the blue sky and pink-purple clouds, with a tiny JK signature in black at the bottom right corner. The painting you asked Jungkook to make you a while back. 

"You paint, right? I want something calm for my living room. I bought a canvas, so about this size. It's that cool?"

Jungkook had squinted his eyes, nodding. "Yeah, I could draw a pretty big dick on it."

"This is for my living room, dumbass. And I said I wanted something calm."

"A flaccid dick then."

You turned your head back to Jungkook of now, who was wringing his hands on his thighs, wiping off his palms. He noticed you watching him and puffed one cheek before letting out a big sigh. 

"I was... gonna leave it on your laptop," Jungkook mumbled, flapping a hand to the sky-blue note. "But I couldn't find it in my backpack, and then I realized one of the pockets was open, the one where I keep receipts... anyway I had put the note there, so I came out to see if it was in the pile... yup, there it is."

He sucked in his cheek and fell back against the leather sofa.

"Was a joke."

Jungkook's voice sounded hollow. Empty. 

"... Ah." You tucked the tip of your tongue in your cheek.

"Not the greatest joke," he added flatly.

“No, it’s not,” you agreed. "Jokes that are insincere are bad jokes."

The black words glared back up at you, contrasting the pale azure paper. You picked up the memo sheet again. Turned to face him, holding it up next to Jungkook's head of silvery-blond hair. He pursed his lips and looked away from you, jaw clenched in nervousness. 

"Just say it."

He puffed one cheek again. "It was a joke."

"Then why are you saying it in past tense?"

His brown orbs shifted from side to side before Jungkook tried to bolt out of his seat, only for you to slam a hand down on his shoulder and throw a leg over him, straddling his lap before pinning the note to his chest. He yelped sharply and looked up at you with huge, shaking irises. 

In all your time knowing him, you never tried to sleep with Jungkook.

Never. 

You jabbed the note into his white shirt and he gave you a terrified squeak in response. 

You scrutinized his face, jaw slack, eyes wide, blond curls framing his chiseled cheekbones. One of your eyebrows raised, your voice calm and unfazed.

"Say it."

"You say it," Jungkook finally shot back, furrowing his brows, biting on his lip and mustering up the most indignant look he could produce at this very second. You didn’t react. He seemed to have forgotten you did, in fact, say it, although perhaps that wasn’t exactly what he meant.

You never tried to fuck Jungkook because he didn’t treat you as anything more than his primary source of internet when his own was down. Ah, and also his outlet for complaining about his love letter problem. And then there was that other little wrinkle, the unwritten societal rule one of sucking a guy's dick you're still friends with - don't suck his friends' dicks. Surefire way to fuck up a friendship, especially if the dude’s ego was fragile.

Jungkook’s friend was dating someone else now though. His ego couldn’t be that fragile.

You leaned forward and Jungkook's annoyed gaze faltered. He gulped and tried to shrink into your brown leather couch, as if he could somehow disappear under you.

"I love you," you stated clearly and firmly. You glanced at the slightly crumpled piece of blue paper before your eyes flickered back to his face. "Marry me."

Hah, the thing about rules with you was...

Fuck 'em.

Not actually. 

Eh, not the point.

"Really?" Jungkook squeaked, voice cracking slightly.

Ah, right, the other reason you never tried to sex up Jungkook because he was a little bit of an idiot around you. But maybe this sky-blue note detailed the reason for it. 

"Say it," you repeated crossly, poking him in the pecs. "Stop avoiding it."

You observed Jungkook swallow hard again, Adam’s apple bobbing. You furrowed your brows, tipping your head down so that your forehead was hovering over his, eyebrow cocked, gazing into trembling brown orbs. Why was he taking so long? He wrote the damn words. Were they really just a joke? Hmph, why were you even trying then?

That’s how everyone was.

Not putting any stock or thought into their fucking words.

You lifted your finger but Jungkook’s right hand, the one with tiny tattoos, suddenly darted in your view, grabbing your hand back and jamming your finger onto his chest again. His heartbeat raced under your fingertip, thud-thud-thud, rapid bass accenting the moment. Electrifying it.

“Don’t.”

Whisper so faint you frowned and closed even more distance between you two, picking up the scent of vanilla fabric softener and lush cotton. A little different than you, who used a blackberry and spiced vanilla perfume.

“I like this,” Jungkook breathed under you, chewing his lip anxiously. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips and chin with how close you were. You could count his individual eyebrow hairs, even though the eyebrow product he used.

“I… really like this.”

He let go of your hand.

Now you raised both eyebrows.

You slowly uncurled your middle finger, landing it on his chest next to the index. You felt him shiver a little, lips parting. Straightened your ring finger, planting it down. His lashes lowered a little, brown orbs on your face, watching your reaction to him. You could count the moles on his face. The one on his nose. The one on his cheek. The one under his lower lip. The one on his neck. Your pinky slid onto his chest. A wispy moan left his lips, eyelids fluttering, blond strands floating around his head with the little rise and fall of his heavy, tense exhale.

Why is it your birth date?

Take a wild guess, dumbass.

Your fingers abruptly dug into his white t-shirt, crumpling the note and scrunching the graphic up in your fist. He inhaled sharply, head tipping back and lips nearing yours, a whine escaping his throat. You quirked an eyebrow, drawing back slightly, taking in the rich depth of his tan skin, the sensual line of his neck, up to his angular chin and his dangling silver earrings. All of it. His hands immediately came up to grab your wrist and forearm, ensuring you and himself that you wouldn’t let go, the tendons in your flexed wrist right against his large palm.

“Say it, Jungkook,” you demanded. “Say those words with your pretty pink tongue hanging out your mouth for me.”

You watched him obey immediately, tongue sliding out and touching his lower lip, brown eyes framed by his long lashes and hazy with lust.

“I love you,” Jungkook breathed, a little gargled with his tongue out. “Fucking marry me, please.”

Ah, you couldn't help it. 

You smirked.

"What about all your admirers?" you murmured, twisting your fingers in his shirt, digging your nails into his chest. "You'll break all those poor hearts you’re worried about."

Those dark brown eyes told you they didn't give a single fuck. 

"What about you?" he countered, closing his mouth a little to speak more clearly.

"Me?"

The definition of trouble?

Well, if you looked that up in a dictionary, there would definitely be a picture of you. 

Jungkook’s lips parted once more, keen to submit to your wickedness, pink tongue slipping out again, shiny and glistening with saliva. Breathing shallowly, rubbing your wrist with his thumb, encouraging you to keep going. 

Your lips curved into a treacherous smile.

"I'll break all the hearts to get to yours, Jungkook."

And then you licked his tongue. 

A low moan bubbled from Jungkook's chest, his eyes rolling back and his hips bucking up, desperate for friction as the tip of your wet muscle glided over his warm softness, your spit dripping down his throat, listening to his moans turn into messy garbles of your name, begging you, pleading you, more, more, kiss me, please, and you hooked your tongue around his, gently nudging his jaw with your other hand. Knuckle to chin, tilting your head as your lips closed onto Jungkook's. 

It was not a neat kiss.

There was spit running down his chin, dripping onto his neck and your skin, your lips roughly working his, tongues intertwined and making even more of a mess, you sucking forcefully to earn pained, delicious whines. Jungkook was far too turned on to attempt to glamorize it, cries a jumbled mess under your greedy mouth, but none of that mattered. The moment was sensual and dark, bodies speaking to each other through dopamine and adrenaline. Your hand released his shirt, breaking his grip, switching to burrowing your fingers into his soft blond hair and running your nails over his scalp, leaving lines of prickling pain to enhance your kiss. 

"F-Fuck, oh fuck, yes..."

Your teeth caught his tongue, pulling back and forcing his head to follow. Jungkook made a pained noise, trapped in your embrace, whining as you took him to the brink. You released him swiftly and he snapped backward, blinking hard, trying to reorient himself, but it was impossible, your lips crashing down again, thrusting your tongue into his mouth aggressively, one eye open to witness his fucked-out state, pupils unfocused, long lashes quivering, moaning into your mouth and you inhaling it all, literally taking his breath away. 

It started out with a kiss. 

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss. 

It was only a kiss. 

You dropped your lower half onto his crotch and Jungkook gasped, breaking the kiss, strings of spit breaking between you two. You smirked wickedly as you felt his hardness trying to escape its clothing jail, his large hands already on your thighs and hips, sinking his fingers into the soft fabric of your leggings, rocking you into him, desperately trying to get some stimulation.

"Please," he croaked, panting for breath, pulling himself up to sitting position, so easy and smooth, fuck, so sexy, and now Jungkook was in your face, pleas on the tip of his tongue pouring out, tempting you, wanting it. 

"Please, wanna be yours so fucking bad, seeing all those fucking letters and notes you get, and it pisses me off, it's me, I want it to be me, I want to be yours and I'm telling you to your face." 

Whisper achingly hot, deep voice soaked with longing, staring into your eyes with those shaking brown orbs, spinning with emotion like an unstable top, barely enough torque holding it in place and all it took was another spin to encourage it or a gust of rejection to topple it over. 

"And you don't even care about mine, you think they're fucking funny, fuck, I can't stand it, let it be me, please..."

His hands running up your sides, grazing against your breasts, and now his hands were in your hair and yours were in his, bringing your face close, the crumpled sky-blue note right between your joined crotches, forgotten, witnessing the agonizing lust wound tightly in this embrace. 

"Let it be me," Jungkook begged.

You licked your lips slowly, scarcely swiping against his. He shuddered, leaning into it, taking whatever crumbs you gave. His long fingers tensed in your hair, yours buried in the dark roots of his. 

"You'll have to skip the marriage bit for now," you teased lightly. "I don't think my parents will appreciate you slapping down papers before you finish school."

Jungkook snickered, tucking his tongue in his cheek roguishly. "Can't they understand I have to snatch this ass as soon as possible to make people back off?"

Your hands slipped down to his jaw, fitting it in your palms, his silvery-blond stands wrapped around your fingertips. "They'll back off my door once they hear you screaming my name." 

You leaned in, but Jungkook stopped you, brown orbs glittering with mischief to get in one more quip. 

"I doubt it," he purred. 

Yeah. 

Jungkook was right. 

Ah, well. 

You seized his face and kissed him again, fuck, such malleable lips just pleading to be bitten by you, gazing up his nose and to his beautiful eyes, his soft skin in your hands, clenching his jaw under your power, letting you have it, letting you control it and him. You felt him scramble and throw his denim jacket off, dumping it onto your couch to cup your cheeks with his hands, sighing in satisfaction as you inhaled him. Your tongue lazily traced the outskirts of his lips, hearing the rattle of his beaded bracelets by your ears, amused, knowing they were his good luck charms. 

"They bring good luck," he had answered when you saw them for the first time.

You remembered tilting your head at the wooden beads on his slim wrists. "You trying to get your dick sucked or something?"

He had broken out in a loud guffaw. Nudged you with his elbow, cheeky smile on his lips. 

"Never gonna say no to getting my dick sucked."

"Mhm, cool, where's my painting of the flaccid dick?"

From then on, you noticed he wore the same wooden, beaded bracelets every time he came to your apartment.

Hmm. 

Now, your hands falling from his face, yanking his shirt from his pants, annoyed it was getting caught, and then Jungkook fitted his hands around your ass and lifted you easily, breaking the kiss, a moment for you to bear witness to his arms flexing – holy fuck, that’s sexy – right one covered in tattoos. Images and script, with one catching your eye, a string of words running up the inside of his upper arm. One you recognized because you had those words written on your bedroom wall, on a canvas hanging above your bed. A canvas you made, background a chaotic mess of varying dark red brushstrokes, the black script in the center, written by your hand. 

The exact black script with your flourishes and ticks, now tattooed on the inside of his right arm. 

Your eyes drifted to Jungkook's face and his naughty smirk, pleased to be found out. Your lips formed the sentence slowly, in awe of his audacity.

"The devil knows my name."

the devil knows my name. 

Hung above your bed, where all manner of marvelous sinful acts were performed. 

Jungkook grinned deviously. "I saw it. I wanted it on me."

Wanted it on him. 

Oh, fuck. 

Did he know? Could he guess?

"Who's the devil?" you whispered, smile widening, matching his. 

Jungkook reached down, yanking his t-shirt out of his jeans and pulling it up and over his head, revealing the body he sculpted himself, tan skin taut over hard muscle, toned and...

"You're the devil, of course," he snickered. 

Yours. 

"Ding dong daeng," you sing-songed.

How many people have been on your bed, head pulled back by your hand, blinking hard, trying to read the words on your wall through waves of forced ecstasy? Gasping them out, ending with a question, inquiring for an answer.

The devil knows my name?

And you, leaning forward, haunting whisper in their ears, yes, she does, before pushing their face down into the sheets.

"All those love letters not good enough for you, Jungkook?" you breathed, running your hands over his bare chest, spreading your fingers, letting your exhale out through your teeth. His eyes on you, torso trembling, hairs raising, feeling your nails dance up, up, raking over his collarbones and neck, leaving little pink lines of intensity.

"They're not you," he whispered. His hands brushing over yours, outlining your fingers, eyes darkening as you pushed him back into your sofa, lowering your head. "You, the one they talk about..." Your lips on his hot skin, kissing softly, tongue so slight that it made him whimper. "You, the one they look for..." His voice, deep and rumbling, vibrating your lips, pitching as you bit and sucked, leaving small hickeys. "You, the one whose bed I sit on, wondering who else has been there, wondering why it's not me, when I make myself available to you, so easy to prey on, but you let me be..." Your lips closing around his dark brown nipple, scraping your teeth against it, making him squirm and look down at you, you and your self-satisfied, ravenous smirk. 

"I let you read them," Jungkook whimpered, blond strands curled around his cheeks, chest shuddering at your nail flicking his other nipple while your mouth worked the other. "Let you see everything they want to do to me and you still didn't know."

You chuckled darkly. "What's there to know?" you mused, sticking your tongue out and pressing it against the now hard pink-tinged nub, receiving small whines of pleasure as your reward. "It's obvious what you wanted. I was right in front of you. All you had to do was say something."

Jungkook frowned as you sat up, tongue in cheek, half-grinning.

"Look at you."

You crossed your arms and pulled your pink cropped sweatshirt up and over your head, dropping it to the floor. Casually running a hand through the top of your hair to pull it away from your face, gazing down at shirtless Jungkook covered in your red bites, cocking your head with a smirk. He raised an eyebrow, eyes roaming over your figure and the curve of your breasts molded to smooth black satin. 

"You look like you eat hearts for breakfast," he murmured, admiration in his tone.

The side of your lips quirked further upwards.

"And yet you wanna love me."

Jungkook grinned. "I don't want to. I already do."

And then he was the one to pull you to him, kissing you hungrily, you immediately turning it into your favor, your pace, his tongue commanded by yours as he unhooked your bra, moaning into your mouth, rubbing your exposed nipples with his palms, unable to do much as you pushed him into the couch again, guiding his tongue down with your teeth and running the tip of yours over his wet muscle once more, trickling saliva into his throat and onto his chin and neck, messy and lewd. 

"The devil knows your name," you sighed into his mouth, feeling him knead your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples, tendrils of pleasure making your skin tingle. "And now the devil takes what she wants."

You saw the sides of his lips curve upwards as you backed up to strip the rest of your clothes, amused at Jungkook eagerly following suit and unbuttoning his jeans.

"Can't wait to flaunt how hot you are?" you laughed, reaching down to the shelf under the side table where a ceramic R2-D2 cookie jar sat.

"Do you think I'm hot?" Jungkook haughtily accused before gawking at your waist to ass ratio, his hands slowing, pants stopped to his knees in his distraction.

You gently took off the head of R2-D2 and plucked a condom from it. Some guy told you once that you couldn't like Star Trek and Star Wars at the same time and you told him to shut the fuck up as you slapped his nuts. He begged you to do it again. You fondly patted R2-D2's head after you fitted it back.

You straightened to see Jungkook on your couch with his hard dick on display.

You looked him dead in the eye. "You think I'd let you borrow my laptop if I thought you were ugly?"

Jungkook broke out of his trance and shrugged, finally yanking his calves – holy shit, his calves and thighs were muscular as fuck – out of his jeans, underwear and socks gone with them.

"Maybe you pitied my grades."

"I'd just pay for you to go to the library and fuck off, dumbass," you muttered, pushing his hands aside and ripping the condom open, drinking in the delicious sight of his throbbing red cock dripping pre-cum, his balls just waiting for – fuck it, you got down on your knees and wrapped your tongue around his length, Jungkook sputtering and gasping at your suddenness. Fuck, he smelled and tasted fucking good, clean and velvety to your lips enclosing around the head and sliding down, using one hand to scoop up his balls. Made eye contact with him again.

Jungkook breathed your name hesitantly.

Your tongue slid out of your lips and you jammed his cock all the way down your throat, slathering his balls wetly with your whisking tongue, circling around one and then the other, long expansive strokes that went past the girth of his cock, your pink tongue visible to him. Jungkook's pupils blew wide with shock, moans catching in his throat, whole body shivering, trying desperately not to look away even through you could tell he wanted to throw himself into your sofa and fucking lose it.

"Oooooooh, fuck, that's amazing.... Holy shit, your tongue is everything...."

You chuckled and pulled your head back, satisfied with his reaction. He seemed slightly disappointed until you rolled down the condom, cracking your neck.

"I think I've given enough." You stood up, getting back on top of him and his glorious thighs. "Time for you to be taken."

Jungkook smirked.

You smirked wider and more wickedly.

The sky-blue memo was crumpled into a ball, fallen to your hardwood floor.

Held him with two fingers, ugh, the weight of his cock, fuck yes, and those beautiful dark chocolate eyes, Jungkook, you dumbass, cursing that he didn't tell you sooner so that you could watch him groan and throw his head back like he was right now, gasping at your tightness, your name torn from his throat as you took in every centimeter of him, every pulsing vein and contour of his wonderful cock, stupid Jungkook and his attractive self not using his damn words so you could ride him like you were right now, setting up a fast, bruising pace. Your fingers dug into the back of the couch as you bucked your hips into his violently, keeping yourself tight because you were so fucking wet, fuck, so wet for Jeon Jungkook and his idiotic self, asking for internet to do his school assignments and not asking for his dick to be used as your fucking joystick. 

Dumbass.

"Oh fuck," Jungkook gasped. "Oh, fuck, you're so wet and tight, shit, shit, shit..."

"Tell me something I haven't heard before," you chuckled, only half-meaning it, waving your entire body to deliver a particularly hard smack to his crotch, Jungkook whimpering under you, his hands flying to your upper arms and clutching them, trying to hold on to your wildness.

"Holy fuck, you have some hard biceps," he blurted out, startled at the prominent muscle.

Well, you haven't heard that one before.

"Guess that's what happens when you jack off a lot of dick," you mused nonchalantly.

You ticked your head to Jungkook's arms – delicious – and he frowned at you, opening his mouth to protest and you cut him off by shoving two fingers into his lips, pressing them down into the wet warmth, grinning maniacally as you watched him struggle with your fingers rubbing his tongue and his cock getting assaulted by you aggressively slamming your hips down and clamping around his stiffness, tighter, faster, whines of your name in his throat, head falling back onto the couch with a flump. You were careful not to push your fingers too far. 

Getting vomited on wasn't really on your sexual activities bingo card.

Jungkook was, however, drooling down his chin and neck, and you pulled back to grab his shoulder with your wet hand – oh, fuck, his shoulder, what a lovely shape – and Jungkook wheezed for breath, you ignoring it as you focused all your energy on fucking the life out of him, dirty squelches and smacks of hips on hips, staring down at his abs and v-line, all his hard work at the gym on display, his hands still on your upper arms as he raised his hips to meet yours, needily moaning for you to destroy him with your pace.

Damn, maybe you would have sent him a love letter if you had seen him naked at least once.

"A-Ask me to cum for you," Jungkook finally got out, voice hoarse from breathing so hard for so long.

"You're going to anyway," you taunted.

"Want you to ask," he whined, almost pouting. "Tell me to do it."

You gazed into his eyes, into those brown irises overtaken by black pupils, him a top spinning by your hand, your plaything commanded by your body, pussy clenching around his twitching cock, spurred on from his pleading tone, giving him a devious and wicked grin, speaking to his swollen lips, the devil knows your name, Jungkook, and him moaning back, fuck yes she does, so close, so fucking close, unashamedly barreling towards your release, power in your veins and under you, his muscles rippling as he fucked you back, amplifying every thrust.

"Jungkook."

"Y-Yes?"

"Say it."

Brown eyes locked with yours.

"I love you. Marry me."

You smirked.

"Cum for me."

A half-second and then you let go, letting the feeling rush in and envelop you, the moment held back to torture him, and now you felt it all, already at the tipping point, strained moan as your orgasm crashed into you, shudders all over and falling, sitting all the way down in his lap to experience the throbbing ache of your core giving out and spilling onto his cock and balls in rapid bursts, viscous and sweet. The scent of sex mixing with blackberry and spiced vanilla, his length jerking inside you, and only then did you hear Jungkook crying out your name over and over, the roar in your ears fading out to his shivering moans, hands sliding up and down your arms, eyes closing and lost in the pleasure of your pussy squeezing out his cum. His touch travelling down to your waist, pulling you to him.

Messy, soft kisses, your name and curses mixed together.

"It's me, right?"

You smiled into his mouth that was still asking questions.

"Please let it be me. You'll let me love you for real, right?"

Pushing your hair back, his sweaty blond locks sticking to your face.

"Because I already do, can't stop, won't stop–"

"Yeah, Jungkook, funnily enough I figured that from the first kiss already," you chuckled, running your fingers through his ash blond hair and pulling his head back lightly, seeing him pout, the mole underneath his lower lip peeking out.

"But..."

"Hm?"

His voice suddenly small, vulnerable, his semi-hard dick still inside you.

"Do you love me?"

You lifted a brow. "What kind of dumbass question is that?" You grabbed his arm and pressed your nail into his tattoo of your words, drawing a pink scratch under them, making him gasp. "How can I not love you? Fuck, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen, my handwriting tattooed onto you. Yes, I love you, Jungkook."

Jungkook's jaw dropped.

This fool is still shocked after all this?

You reached down and held the condom down as you lifted yourself off, yanking him to his feet, pushing Jungkook to your coffee table, right in front of the pile of letters with his name all over them. You picked up your laptop and pushed it onto his chest, forcing him to hold it, him still confused, mildly stunned, not knowing what the fuck was happening.

Then you made him half-straddle your coffee table and yanked off the condom.

"Um–"

Grabbed his cock and started furiously jacking him off.

"Oh, f-fuck!"'

And then he realized what you were doing, the sheer wrongness of it, getting harder and harder with every second, throbbing in your hand.

"You're just like them," you chuckled through exerted breath.

Faster, rougher, tighter, Jungkook clutching your laptop, his larger frame leaning against yours, head thrown back so far that his blond hair was brushing your shoulder, moaning lustfully as he thrusted his hips into your grip. White pooled onto the purple-red tip of his abused cock, far too sensitive to be jacked off this hard right after orgasm, but Jungkook begged you not to stop, streams of residual cum running down your slicked fingers.

"Always looking for your fix from the addiction that's me," you whispered into his ear, laced with an authoritative growl. 

You saw Jungkook's head lower out of your periphery, eyes opening, staring at the colorful envelopes with his name printed on them, the cute stickers and neat handwriting, panting your name, tendons and veins standing out on his neck, sweat beading on his tan skin. 

A low, dangerous chuckle rising in his throat. 

"There's a difference between them and me."

You felt his cock twitch in your hand, ridiculously hard at what you two were about to do. 

"They're not going to get their fix."

Jungkook shuddered against you, jerking his hips forward, thick white strings splattering all over the pastel paper as you watched, fascinated, the scent of his cum saturating the air and the envelopes, drops soaking and smearing the carefully written ink, time wasted and defiled. 

"I am," he moaned, twisting his body on your arms, leaning down to kiss you hungrily as you squeezed his cock, draining it all out, all over your coffee table and coating your hand, stained with Jeon Jungkook's love letter to you. 

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[class1akids]

BNHA 298 - Thoughts

Wow, this chapter was something. I have way more thoughts than I can fit into a post, so I wrote already a ton about in different posts. 

This was the food I so badly needed. I wanted a My Hospital Academia, and I hope there is more to come, but this is already amazing. 

Because finally we got the Shouto-content we deserved with amazing introspection of Shouto recognizing his own parallels with Touya, thinking about his need to get stronger, and deciding that he’s the one who has to stop his brother (and no, I don’t think he’s planning to kill Touya-nii). This “he is me” is an amazingly strong and well-earned moment that delivered a perfect gut-punch. 

  But showing that hate is not the only thing that creates ripples, but love and saving does too - Shouto is not alone in this low-point. His friends are there, his siblings come to support him (omg Fuyumi is so gorgeous!!!!)

 and most amazing of all, that effort he poured into saving his mom paid off in the most brilliant way.  Thank you sensei!!! We all needed that.

Then we get a similarly strong moment with Bakugou waking up and his first thought is everyone ELSE? Like he is absolutely and unreservedly worried about his friends, teachers, even the senpai he’s not particularly close to... 

And this is all god-tier development, but also we get Aizawa, whose first thoughts are the KIDS... 

and this is the content I was hoping for last week, but better late than never.

I love that Class 1a is there. The devastation is on their faces, but they try to support each other in whatever way they can. If nothing else, with their presence.

Even the class-clowns are absolutely somber. 

The press is out for blood. Endeavor’s specifically. And that panel where Shouto stares out at the crowd of reporters is so devastating. 

Baby... you deserve none of this crap. 

Endeavor still seems to be out though - but also Shouto can’t talk because of his burnt throat (I hope it’s temporary), which at least means that he can’t be the one making the decision what to say to the press that wants to know the truth about Dabi. It’s Endeavor’s final test - will he try to lie to save hero society, or take responsibility - consequences be damned? Either way, it’s going to be hell. 

But I think with Rei in the hospital, there is a good chance we’ll get a reunion scene between those two and I can’t wait for it. 

Deku seems to be in a strange coma - he’s not hooked up to any machines, so I’m guessing they don’t know what’s wrong with him. He’s probably stuck in Vestige-land - and maybe we’ll see a training arc there or at least a chat with No. 4. and possibly he’ll see Shigaraki who is also sent on a “bed rest”. 

I’m guessing him staying non-responsive will raise a ton of questions on what’s next in the chaos of the RL. It also opens the way to Mirio becoming a de facto leader now. I’m also really wondering what’s going on in All Might’s head now. Like? This is not at all what he wanted probably. 

Horikoshi took a page out of every fanfic writer’s fic as Bakugou predictably is going to get to Deku... and no strength quirk or sticky balls can stop him. (Actually it looks like Satou and Mineta are not using their quirks...)

and I hope that we’ll get more Bakugou - All Might scenes out of it, because I love those. Also, I’m guessing All Might has not idea yet what Bakugou did for Deku (and right now, there is nobody who can even tell him). 

OK, so there is other stuff in the chapter too - like more prison breaks (yay, it really does seem like next training arc is live fights with escaped convicts - and there are plenty to go around!!)

And this whole bit where Karma is a bitch and kills off Hero Commission president. It’s totally ironic that her downfall is caused by the delay of Hawks trying to save Twice. I can’t say I shed any tears for her. But I’m curious who’s going to call the shots next?

With the dirty work done, AFO sends Shigaraki’s body to rest, and asks Spinner (who freaks out because he followed a gamer dude-bro and not some evil overlord poser, dammit) and Dabi to protect it. So I guess for now, he’s in charge, but I’m sure we’ll see Tomura either in vestige land or maybe he’ll start coming back. 

What’s interesting is that there is no sign of Stain and Kurogiri. I thought they’d use his warp to get out of prison, but instead they took an airplane. So where is Kurogiri then? I guess AFO can’t trust him since Shirakumo was awakened?

#bnha 298 #class1a reads bnha #long post #bnha meta #hallelujah for the god-tier shouto content

[ukiyo-jaem]

Aced. pt.2 (n.jm)

⇁warnings: smut (duh), roughness, power play, Dom!jaemin, fem!reader

⇁have fun ;)

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it was like torture waiting for the next session with jaemin. nights filled with lewd dreams and the craving for things to tip off like they should have.

yet, today was the day. you had taken another test and got it back, with an 'A' stamped at the head of the page. you sat at your desk, legs shaking with anticipation.

you straightened your papers last minute and sat in silence for him to walk in any moment now and to show him how well you did all by yourself.

you peered at the clock and frowned. he was always on time...and he was running late today.

your phone as if on cue buzzed on the smooth top of your desk.

'jae: can't make it today. hope you understand.'

it felt like your breath was funneled out of you all at once.

'y/n: are you okay?'

'jae: yeah, i just had a rough day. didn't wanna drag you down with my sour mood.'

you groaned and set your phone down roughly. "this isn't fair." you muttered. bullshit if he's in a bad mood. you were still feeling the consequences of cheating on the last test.

"no. i'm not waiting." you said standing up and grabbing your bag and sweatshirt. "he wants to be in a bad mood? guess i'll just have to brighten his day." you said as you walked out your bedroom door, aced test in hand.

~~~~

you'd only been to his house a couple of times. most were for studying sessions, sometimes it was for mutual friends picking something up.

this time, you were coming here for yourself. to show him your test...and hopefully it turns into something more.

his front door seemed thick and filled with such a dense feeling of bad riddance.

it opened a few seconds later to a sleepy looking jae. his sweatpants and t-shirt made him look comfy as he stared at you in confusion. a silver chain you hadn't noticed before hanging outside of his shirt but fitting his aesthetic. Ink leaked from his short sleeves that had always been covered up with a hoodie or cardigan.

"i said-" "i know what you said." you cut him off, your hand coming infront of his mouth to make him be quiet. "but i'm here to show you this." you turned the paper around and he just stared at it.

he shrugged as he looked up at you. "yeah?" his voice was laced with an attitude you'd never experience before with him.

you looked down at the paper to make sure it was the right one...and it was...A and all.

"i got an A...like on my test." you said, your smile slowly falling. "it's not rare to ace a test, y/n." his eyes rolled, looking down the street, his gaze slowly falling back on you again.

"but-" your test was now being raked over and over again, trying to find an imperfection on it. "what? you payed attention for once?," he chuckled, his arms now over his chest. you looked up at him, eyes becoming misty. "want a cookie?" he snickered, the venom of sarcasm dripping from every word that left his lips. your heart sank as your insecurities seeped through as the seconds ticked away.

the want to just crawl into a hole and throw away the test into the garbage can became unbearable. your eyes became misty in the span of a second.

"i just thought you'd care." you shook your head, a tear falling on your paper and making the dried black ink smear into a bluish mess. your stare didn't leave the paper as he realized what he had done.

"i-" but it was too late...you had already ripped your test in half. you stood there for a moment and just stared at the two pieces of paper in your hands, his eyes wide and in shock of what you had just done.

"...i care..." he whispered, taking both pieces out of your hands. you met his gaze that held so much remorse for his previous actions.

his jaw clenched and his eyes closed as he took a deep breath in. "we can fix this." he said grabbing your upper arm in one hand and holding the paper in his other. he dragged you inside the homely house and down hallways to a bedroom door that was marked with 'keep out' signs.

he pulled you into a world you didn't know he was apart of. cigarette smells filled the room and various things you had never seen before laid in his room. tattoo gun was the weirdest thing you had wandered over with your eyes.

"woah." you breathed and he rolled his eyes.

"why does everybody do that?" he asked grabbing your bag and throwing it by the door. "sit on the bed." he said motioning over to the bed.

he went over to his desk and put the pieces of paper together. work began immediately as he didn't even waste any time lighting a cigarette and leaving it hanging from his lips.

it was so weird seeing him in this environment. you just knew him as the dorky yet hot guy that you saw at varying times. yet in his own room he was a guy with tattoos who smoked, listened to music, and read.

"how long have you smoked?" you try to make casual conversation. his gaze looked confused as he looked back at you for a moment, turning right back around to what he was doing.

"you shouldn't be asking people stupid questions, baby." the name rolled off his lips so smoothly and so elegantly.

"just curious." the shrug of your shoulders happening naturally. you observed some of the different posters on his wall.

the soft guitar playing in the background as you could see jaemin bop his head along with it. the puffs of smoke would come up anywhere between 6 to 8 seconds.

"did you cheat this time?" he asked and you rolled your eyes even though you know he couldn't see. "no. as a matter of fact." you said matter-of-factly.

"so what was so different about this test than the others?" he inquired as he took tape out of his drawer, slamming the drawer back.

"i don't know. maybe our tutoring sessions are working?" that was your best answer as you brought your legs to fold so you were sitting criss-cross.

his chuckle breaking the silence as he turned around his chair.

"so what was so different about the past tutoring sessions and the new ones?" he asked, taking his cigarette and tapping it on an ash tray.

a sudden cough broke through your chest as the still recent memories resurfaced. his sat there with a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

"well," you sighed once you regained your breath. "it's been really...hands on...lately." you nodded, trying to word it properly.

"in what way?" his eyebrow arched. your body sat like a deer caught in head lights. "...i'm not going to say it, jaemin..." you said quietly.

"awe are you shy now?" he mocked, fake sympathy slipping in and out of his words.

"no."

"awe you're blushing." he coo'ed.

"no i'm not."

"well you weren't that shy when my tongue was on your pussy last week." he said and your heart started beating faster and your fight or flight was kicking in.

he was getting more impatient with you sitting on his bed when he imagined you tied to it.

"did you like it?" he smirked and just like that, you were trying to run out of his room. yet, he was just a little bit faster than you.

instead of running through the door, you were pinned against it. his hungry looking eyes trying to find pleasure in just looking at your cute form.

"you didn't answer my question, princess." you were getting drawn into his words by each syllable. your eyes were just looking at his lips now, wanting to take everything they were willing to give.

"and by the aced test on my desk...you're amazing at answering questions." he whispered.

by the second, each of you were moving closer to each other. lips moving closer together when at the last minute, he pulls away.

"so yeah...your test is fixed." he walked over to his desk and held it up.

"what the hell was that?!" you asked, still shocked of what just happened. "what are you talking about?" he rolled his eyes and you were steaming now. he was seriously not doing that.

you marched right up to him and grabbed his face forcefully. "you know exactly what you're doing, jaemin." you said and his eyes only grew colder at your forceful grip on his face.

once you were shocked back to reality, your hand loosened and a shocked face set into your own.

you didn't skip a beat though as you were now on your knees.

he watched with eager eyes but relaxed figure. "payback is a bitch." you said and automatically started rubbing at the growing hard-on in his pants.

a sharp intake of breath was paired with his hand coming down to your hand. "i don't think you know what you're doing, little girl." his voice had dropped a couple octaves from his previous spoken sentence.

"i think i know exactly what i am doing." you shoved his hand off and reached for the waistband of his sweatpants.

he watched your actions with a smirk, letting you have your fun...for now.

he watched as your eyes bulged and filled with lust at his size, knowing you weren't entirely prepared for it. the lack of experience showing as you uneasily grabbed the base.

yet, you went for it. he wanted to applaud your bravery as you started sucking lightly at the tip, inching your mouth down.

your tongue came out to lick him right up his shaft, a low moan escaping his now bitten lips. you got sloppier with it, letting the drool coat your lips and his now red and swollen cock.

"i've been such a good girl for the past week." you coo'd as you licked a bold stripe up the underside of his leaking cock. "is that so, princess?" he chuckled and your nods and lip biting along with the occasional giggles sent him over the edge.

his hand grabbed your hair and his fingers grabbed a fistful as if it was a prized position. the burning pleasure made your body more flushed. "because last time i checked... it's not so good to show up to someone's house uninvited." your eyes became big and his mind you just seemed so much more fuckable.

"what did you say earlier?" he asked leaning forward and grabbing your face. "karma is a bitch, baby. and you're in my house." he smirked. "my house. my rules." he whispered, getting closer to your now slightly intimidated figure.

"open your mouth and take what i give you." you didn't think twice as he squished your face harder so your mouth was open. he spit in your mouth, automatically shoving you back down on his cock.

his hand stayed in your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. "oh fuck. you're so much cuter with my cock in your mouth." he chuckled, forcing your mouth down so he was all in your mouth and throat.

gags was what you and him were met with.

he pulled your head off of him and pulled your hair so you were face to face with him. tear-streaked cheeks was such a pretty look on you.

you gasped for air with heavy breaths; chest heaving and knees sore from being on them for so long. his hand left your hair and made its way to your neck, slightly squeezing once it was wrapped around.

"you're so beautiful, princess." he whispered, wiping away some tears from your cheeks, his thumb running across your bottom lip. you wrapped your puffy and drooly lips around his thumb, sucking lightly while his eyes bore into yours.

"you make me want to do bad things, y/n." he sighed truthfully; his bitten lips being snatched in between his teeth. you let his thumb go with a 'pop' and nuzzled your cheek into his palm.

"then do something about it." you teased and stood up and started to turn away when you were forcefully picked up and pinned to his bed. you could feel his length pressed against your now soaked panties.

"you know the correct buttons to push to piss me off, don't you." he pressed you down more into the mattress. you felt his hand come up and wrap around your throat snuggly. "harder." you giggled and you could basically feel the heat of anger radiate off of him.

he pushed himself off of your back and all you felt was your skirt being lifted up and a rip.

a gasp was all that you could get out before he rammed into your dripping hole. "fuck, princess." he groaned. "you're so tight for me." his one arm still pinned you against the bed as the sound of skin slapping echoed. a smooth beat being distributed by the speaker on his dresser.

you let him use your body as it only brought you pleasure. he let you up just so he could flip you on your back and carry you up the bed more to the pillows. he thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world; your hair fanned out across his pillows where your scent would drift him to sleep in the upcoming nights.

his hands got lost up your shirt, pulling your arms through and bringing the cloth off your head; the white fabric now somewhere in the room. his own was lost somewhere in the process of the beginning to now.

he guided your arms around his torso and just held you against his chest for a moment. his touch was gentle as he pulled your hair back softly and titled your head so you were looking up at him and laid the most gentlest of kisses against your lips. the kiss was absolutely breathtaking.

"we're gonna do this right the first time." he said and pushed you a little so both of you laying down. his kiss was draining you of all life and throwing you into this dazed and lovely second heaven it felt like.

he was slow and sensual now, pumping into you in a way that made you become calm and wanting more. his hands just felt every part of your body, making you fall deeper into this trance.

your hands were now entangled in his hair as he did everything he could to bring you even more pleasure as the minutes ticked by.

you were his own drug he tried and just can't get enough of.

"please don't stop." you whimpered against his lips and he swore he was in heaven in that moment. he made you go numb, stars dancing across your eyelids and heat fanned across your cheeks; eyes wet with immense amount of pleasure.

jae just looked at you in awe as you came undone around him. his own high not coming long after yours.

after you both finished; chests still heaving as you both tried to calm down.

he pulled out of you but your arms held onto him, holding his head under your chin.

you felt his heart slow as he became limp. you held him as his breath slowed and you knew he had dozed off. he instinctively held onto your waist as you pulled the sheets over both of your bodies.

the sun had begun to set outside of his window as your hands ran through his damp and still drying hair.

you knew that this was going to be a regular thing now. you just hope that his feelings are still there for you behind the wall of lust.

#nct dream #nct dream hard hours #nct dream smut #nct smut #nct #nct jaemin smut #nct jaemin #na jaemin smut #na jaemin #jaemin smut #jaemin #jaemin dom #jaemin drabbles

[scartale-an-undertale-au]

With everything happening to Israel, I hope you’re ok

thank you :D i’m fortunately mostly safe from what’s happening. i only had a siren once and heard the booms only several times and i don’t live near the areas where the riots and lynches are happening.

here is my rant about the situation

sadly, though, i do have to read a lot of posts from ignorant people who clearly haven’t done any research into the situation (i.e. don’t live in it, didn’t watch the israeli news, or plain just believes whatever pallywood posts). i don’t have much influence sadly but i have to make things clear to people who might be confused - the situation began because of people unbelieving that they live in a society and do, in fact, have to act like it. it started in six houses where the residents were evicted because they weren’t paying rent for decades despite the agreements and somehow they turned it into a international thing. then rioters were throwing rocks from the mosque and running into it when the soldiers came and were like ‘how dare they go into a holy place’ while they cowardly threw rocks from a mosque* on ramadaan like, wow, talk about desecrating a holy place. 

and ofc the whole hamas shooting thousands of rockets into israel, with a third of its rockets landing in gaza killing many gazans. idf attacking high profile hamas operators and warning citizens of the buildings they were going to bomb because what a surprise, hamas hides behind its citizens and then blames it on israel. we literally have a history of giving medical treatment to gazans, i don’t know how else to tell people that we give a crap. because we could have literally erased gaza from the earth. also the reason they dont have electricity? one of the rockets hit the power line. karma is a bitch but sadly it harms the citizens more than the actual bastards in hamas. btw, those rockets? those tunnels that they built to get into israel? all those villas to the leaders? where do you think the money came from? they came from all the money that was given for the citizens. the citizens saw none of it.

also, anyone calling gaza an open air prison is an idiot who never opened an atlas because they think all gaza’s borders are in israel.

well, boo boo, wrong! its southern border is with *drums roll* egypt. which, btw, actually blocks the border from anything. so, like, once again, israel gets the heat for being pushovers, great.

we had sadly jews attacking and lynching on arabs and that something that should never have happened and i’ll never be happy that those things happened. but it didn’t happen in a bubble. it wasn’t also the only kind of attacks that happened. arabs attacking and lynching on cars, on people. they burned down synagogues! they burned down holy places with torah scrolls that were destroyed and the pictures literally look like the  Kristallnacht in 1938. one time, an arab saw it happening and managed to save the torah scrolls and omg, what an amazing guy. but still, so many holy scriptures were burnt and destroyed. the images are horrifying and i’m crying by just remembering. because israel is supposed to be the place jews would feel safe finally. we were supposed to be safe from progroms, from lynching, from our holy places being treated like firewood.

you have the right extremities attacking arabs, and you have jews unable to decide if they should stay at their homes during a siren and risk being hit by a rocket or brave the mamad (bunker) with their arab neighbors that are suddenly hostile to the point of attacking.

israel was never perfect. we have so much to improve and racism is still an issue. but also remember that we are less than 75 years old. it took the usa over 200 years to even begin to deal with its racism. we had to deal with so many wars just to exist and we don’t have the benefit of the sea as a barrier. you can literally drive down south and suddenly find yourself in jordan.

but the fact that the world immediately decided that we’re the bad guys no matter how much we strive to do good and for peace despite everyone wanting us gone (not in a different state, gone. dead. in the goddamn sea.).

the world is treating the palestinians like little babies who can do no harm. i hate to break it to them, but they can and did do a whole lot of harm. a lot of israeli arabs have helped israeli jews in so many cases in the past and present. a lot of medical professionals are arabs. they came to help after the tragedy in meron mountain. a lot of amazing stories of them being kind and true brethren. a lot of stories of co-existing. but they were literally crumbled down to nothing when suddenly the mixed cities began exploding with lynches and attacks and just pure terror. bedouins blocking one of the main roads to be’er sheba. electricity boxes being destroyed, leaving many people (mainly israeli jews) without it and no batteries or internet

i’m ranting now because if i have to read another post crying over palestinians children being harmed and then sneering at israeli people for existing and wishing for their deaths, i will literally go to them to shoot their legs myself (don’t know how, but i will) because children are already showing signs of extreme ptsd, of anxiety. the south (especially the area around the border with gaza) had been dealing with constant rockets for 20 years. children grow up so traumatized they can’t be soldiers because the sound of a gun going off sends them into a panic attack.

like, the usa is asking israel and hamas to have a cease fire, but it keeps basically looking at israel to back down and i’m so in the mood to say ‘no. i say, get the citizens out and just raze the place down’ even if it’s impossible to actively do. i’m done with sjw thinking they’re so woke and amazing for supporting the palestinians while they’re actually supporting the destruction of israel over all and the jews in particular.

because guess what? antisemitism have never been more in fashion.

(i’m sorry for going off on an adorable anon wanting to see me safe, but thank you for letting me go off like that. i needed to rant. also, anyone spreading hate should be ashamed)

p.s. anyone wanting to rant about apartheid or occupied territory, go open a dictionary or a history book on what actual apartheid is and then go check the archeological evidence of jews having occupied the land of israel before islam was a thing and even before christianity was a thing. especially how the dome of the rock was built on the temple mount. on top of what used to be the holy temples for the jews. you also always had jews living in israel in small numbers. we were never truly gone from the land of israel.

p.s.s. a good video i found that summarizes mostly well is ‘geography now-israel’. it’s not perfect but it gets the point across.

[moeyy-writes]

Here and Now - Part 6

Zak Bagans x Reader

Warnings: Playful teasing/pranking, fluff, brief hint at sexual acts (if you squint).

Word Count: 1,897

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Rage boiled through your veins as your stared at the flashy pink glitter on the floor. Your eyes moved along the shiny nuisance, following it to the river of red and pink heart-shaped confetti that led into the rest of your home. More hearts littered the walls, poorly-cut pieces of paper with love quotes, and red and pink streamers criss-crossed overhead. As you took a step in, you heard music playing from a back room, most likely from your television.

“It’s like… Valentine’s Day threw up in here,” you mumbled as you slowly stepped towards the living room. The confetti faded into another substance, deeper red. “Rose petals? Really Goodwin?”

You phone buzzed in your pocket, jolting you from your rage-filled cloud. It was Jay.

(9:45pm) Jay: I’m just glad you had fun.

You stared down at the text. There was no doubt this was Aaron’s work, no one else would go this far out. But, how did he get in? The only person other than you who had a key to your place was…

Jay.

You closed your eyes and let out a long sigh. Sure, betrayal stung, but karma was a bitch.

(9:47pm) Y/N: I want my key back, and I hate you.

(9:48pm) Jay: ????

(9:48pm) Y/N: You know.

You snapped a picture of the carnage and sent it to Jay with several angry face emojis. For several minutes, he didn’t answer. Figures. He knew what he did, or at least what he allowed to happen.

You let out another long sigh. This was going to be a bitch to clean up. But, you thought Zak might get a kick out of it. So, you sent him several photos, hoping to at least get a laugh out of this catastrophe.

“Hey, I can’t lie, he did go all out,” Zak admitted as he laughed. You stood your tablet up in front you as you munched on your breakfast. You were happy to have a surprise breakfast with Zak, even if it was virtually. He was gradually getting ready to spend his day with his mom, which made you smile inside.

“Yeah, he did, but now I have to buy a new vacuum. That glitter ruined my brand new one! One hundred dollars down the freaking drain,” you whined. You took a bite of your oatmeal, then leaned back in your chair. “And I don’t know how that asshole passed kindergarten. I’ve never seen more lop-sided hearts in my life!”

Zak’s nose scrunched as he laughed. “Yeah, paper art isn’t exactly his thing. Or, he did it on purpose knowing you would notice and it would piss you off that much more.” You rolled your eyes. Knowing Aaron’s actual incredible artistic talent, Zak was probably right.

“Well, I’m out a vacuum. And, I’ll probably have to disclose that there is a never-ending glitter infestation when I sell this place.” Zak’s face froze at your words.

“Wait, you’re selling the place?” You cocked an eyebrow.

“Uh, not right now, but I’m sure I won’t live here forever. Or, maybe I will. I don’t know.” The air around you felt heavy for a moment, but Zak’s laughter broke the silence.

“I still can’t believe Aaron trashed your place like that. I mean, I have to give it to him, it’s pretty well done. Although, the glitter is pretty fucking cruel.” Zak grinned, making your heart skip. God, he was handsome, and funny, and just, well, everything you were looking for.

And, now, everything was really sinking in. The man on the screen was the man you were dating, Zak Bagans, the man you never thought you’d have a chance with until a few days ago. You were still pinching yourself.

“Yeah, glitter is the bane of me existence—” your phone buzzed beside you, cutting you off. You rolled your eyes at the name on the screen. “Speak of the devil. I never texted him last night, so he’s probably wondering if his ‘brilliant’ plan worked.”

Zak chuckled again, slipping his glasses on. “Well, I’ll leave it to you to rip him a new one. I’ve got to get over to my mom’s pretty soon.” You nodded and shook your phone.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m already planning my payback.”

Zak leaned his head back as he cackled. “Well, if you need an accomplice, let me know.” You raised your brow. “It would only be fair. You know, since Jay was obviously in on it.”

“Oh? Have you chosen a side?” You giggled, taking a sip of coffee.

“I may have picked a side. Or, maybe I’m a double agent.” He winked, but you just narrowed your gaze.

“Traitor.” You laughed with Zak, admiring his gravelly laugh.

“Alright, well, I’ll text you later, okay? Have a great day, beautiful.” Your heart nearly burst out of your chest. But, you held it together with a smile, and nodded.

“Have fun, handsome. Say ‘hi’ to you mom for me.” Zak nodded, then blew you a kiss before signing off.

You sat in your chair for a second, allowing your mind to settle. Then, you picked up for phone, ready to rip Aaron a new asshole.

You glanced down at your phone. 1 New Text Message: Aar Bear

(10:03am) Aaron: How was your date, Lovebird? Did you make it home? ;)

(10:08am) Y/N: Oh, yeah. I made it home just fine. I had a blast yesterday. :) Oh, by the way, I fucking hate you.

(10:10am) Aaron: What? Why would you say something like that? I’m one of your best friends!

(10:11am) Y/N: Well, first of all, you owe me a new vacuum. That glitter completely fucking ruined it. Oh, and you aren’t allowed at my place ever again. Oh, and I know you had help. All threats will be neutralized.

(10:13am) Aaron: Uh, oh. We’ve been had. xD

(10:14am) Y/N: Karma’s a bitch, Goodwin. Watch your back.

*Two days later*

Packing for an investigation was something that took you days to finish. Sure, it was only three or four nights from home, but it wasn’t anything like packing for a vacation. You obviously needed clothes and toiletries. But, you also needed your gear.

You slipped your laptop into its case and stood it next to your open suitcase. Then, you grabbed your still camera, an extra memory card, several rechargeable batteries, and your share of video cameras. The fact that your equipment suitcase was twice as big as your clothing suitcase never failed to make you laugh.

It was important to make sure every piece was properly charged and working properly. So, you followed the routine that Jay had taught you when you first started. You took a couple of shots with your still camera, which worked perfectly, then placed it into the protective pouch in your suitcase. Next, you tried out your video camera, testing a good minute of video, then placing it in its spot.

A knock at the door spooked you, nearly making you drop one of you night-vision cameras. Ah, they were early. You launched from the floor and shuffled over to the front door.

The crew all decided that it would be a good idea to meet the day before you left, as usual, to make sure there was a game plan for departure and for the first day of the investigation. So, Billy, Aaron, Jay, and Zak were all going to meet at your place to go over what needed to happen. Of course, that meant actually letting Aaron and Jay back into your home, which you promised you wouldn’t do until you got then back for their stunt. But, if you played it cool, you could get them back when they least expected it.

However, the timing worked perfectly, because your date with Zak would start after everyone left.

You opened the door, where you greeted Zak. He lived the closest to you, so you weren’t surprised he got there first, and twenty minutes early.

“Hey, you,” you greeted with a smile. Zak stepped inside, lugging two small suitcases of equipment. They obviously weren’t his clothing suitcases, yes plural. He had two, and each were twice the size of yours.

“Good morning, or I guess afternoon—” He stared down at his fancy watch. It was ten minutes passed noon, and your stomach was telling you it was almost lunch time.

“Just chuck those into my office. That’s where the rest of my equipment is right now. Do you want anything to drink? I was thinking about ordering lunch for everyone in a few minutes. I don’t have a lot of food around since we’re leaving tomorrow.” Something about having Zak in your home felt so natural. Sure, the guys liked to meet at your place and drop off the equipment with you the day before leaving. You were, after all, they main AV tech now, and all of the equipment should be in one spot where you can triple check it all before you left.

“Nah, I’m good gorgeous. When are the guys gonna be here?” Zak asked. You tilted your head.

“I told everyone, including you, to be here at twelve thirty, but I’m sure Aaron will be here closer to one. You know him.” You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Well, my mom always taught me to be early,” he teased, shooting you a wink. “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

You shrugged, leading Zak to your office. “I don’t know yet. Billy is going to tell us when he gets here. He always has the master plan.” Zak nodded, approaching you.

Zak placed his stuff beside your equipment bags, then turned to you. He reached out, curling your hair behind your ear, before allowing his hand to rest on your face. His thumb gently stroked your cheekbone.

“You excited for tonight? It’s not going to be as thrilling as our first date, but it will be fun.” You nodded, offering a blushing smile. “Good, me too.”

Zak leaned in and brushed his nose against yours. It was you who closed the distance, gently planting your lips on his. The moment you made contact, Zak hummed and smiled against you. His other arm slipped around your waist, pulling you closer against him. Your hands smoothed up his shoulders, then your arms found their place hooked around his neck.

His lips danced with yours, slow and soft. His hot breath tickled your cheeks as he pushed you backwards, stopping when your ass gently met with the edge of your desk. He wasn’t forceful or aggressive, but firm as his fingers curled around the fabric along your back.

“Ah-hem,” you heard a higher pitched voice clear their throat. You and Zak launched from each other and turned toward your office door, where you met the gaze of Billy and Jay. You really needed to get your key back from Jay.

“Uh, hey guys, you’re early.” Zak stared down at his watch again.

“Yeah, sorry if we’re interrupting anything,” Billy teased.

“Good thing we got here before they got too far,” Jay poked. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. You caught Zak and me making out. Good for you. Can we just get started please?” You snapped playfully. The guys laughed, including Zak. Then, Billy and Jay tossed their gear onto the floor and plopped down on the floor beside it.

Thanks for reading. Feedback is appreciated! <3

#zak bagans #zak bagans x reader #zak x reader #zak bagans x reader series #zak bagans x y/n #zak bagans and reader #zak bagans reader insert #aaron goodwin #jay wasley #billy tolley #ghost adventures

[00gangfriend00]

I was tagged by @jade-marie and @bourbon-ontherocks to list my top 10 books  fics I read in 2020.

and lemme tell you..

i’ve been WAITIN’ for this one!!

This IS a bit tricky because I spent most of 2020 just lurking on AO3, no acccount, no commenting, no kudos. so there are just so so so many fics that I remember pieces of, and have little headcanons that LIVE with me but I have no idea who the author is or what the fic is called.  

so.. that being said, the top 10 is ever changing and could never be fully complete. I just love every author and every fic, you are all so wildly talented. 

❤  a song inside the halls of the dark - ms_scarlet  (@mego42 )

This fic has everything!! a sexy ex-lover rival gang leader, relaxed rio, angry rio, angsty kitchen sex rio. LOFT rio. AND it’s my favourite post-S2 reckoning of all time. There are moments in this fic that I just want to SPAM the gg writing room with. like scrap ur plans. DO. THIS.  Overall, this is such a creative and well-written series.  The characterization is superb, the smut has.... so many feelings, and the angst is AMAZING. There are a couple chapters (I wont give spoilers) that involves Beth in a hotel in Canada that I legit could not stop reading. it’s just all... so damn GOOD. favourite line: You thought I could be something, right? Well, this is that something. The bitch you trained bit back. 

❤  we’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks - BourbonOnTheRocks  (@bourbon-ontherocks)

Whew! this fic has EVERYTHING. safe house brio. KARMA. brio ignoring each other. snippy, cranky brio. baking shows. mick overhearing loud shower sex. zero communication. brio getting high and giggling! all the feelings. I looooove this fic. like I LOVE it.  it's so creative and it feels so real!! I can play it like a movie in my head. There is so much fun smutty build up, so much tension, anxiety and a very, very, good Thaw Of Feelings which is my fav. I will forever have a soft spot for safe house fics, but this one hilariously twists the trope by doubling down on their idiot stubbornness. genius. favourite line:  He's using her and she's using him. Maybe it's the only thing they're truly equal at.

❤  my girl - elizabethmarks (not on tumblr?)

This fic has everything!!!!!!! (but TW that everything is not for everyone, as the plot primarily revoles around a rape scene.) This fic sets up some of the most soft, emotional, protective brio moments. I also adore how this author handles the delicate subject matter. I work from time to time as a crisis advcate for women and ...... this fic is so accurate and well written. All the emotions beth feels, the way rio reacts to her. everything. I have read this SO many times. It also inludes a Mick POV that will TUG at your HEART.  favourite line: *When on route to Rio’s loft* Rio nods, with that gentle look he has. "Alright, mama. Let's get you home." There's a beat, they both catch it, but neither of them make the correction.

❤  working on things - odenkirk (not on tumblr?)

THIS fic, now this fic has everything!!!!!!!!! masturbation! sexting! weed-smokin horny rio! DEAN?!??! in a way that didnt repulse me???? SEX. kinda threesome??? a heck of a lot of things that I didnt think id be into but then read it and was like HUH, guess i AM. and last but not least, deliciously perfect characterization. This is a fic I ask you to take a risk on. It will pay off. Its fun and oooh soooooooo sexy. Yes, dean goes to pound town too, but I promise- odenkirk makes it WORK.  Blush meter: off the charts. I had to put my phone down and reckon with Jesus.  favourite line:   Rio: Don't get precious, sweetheart. It's you cuz it's you.  AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

❤ miles before you sleep - FakePlastikTrees (@nakedmonkey)

THIS AUTHOR has EVERYTHING! FakePlastikTrees is one of those authors where... I read one fic - then buckled my seatbelt and clicked on her account so I could systematically read through every. single. fic. They are often short scenes that feel so true. Her Rio characterization makes me green with (benevolent) envy. and her smut?? oof. top notch.  This fic in particular lives in my heart because it really truly feels like a missing GG scene between Beth and our favourite tattooed babysitter. The atmosphere is tangible and the author slows time down for these two, it stretches out like you are smokin in the suburbs with them. I love a MickFic and this one is top tier. 

favourite line: “Oh come on. He’s a little unhinged.” “Takes one to know one.” 

❤  people can be so cold - s_t_c_s (@sothischickshe)

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh this fic has EVERYTHING. scrabble competitiveness! annie speaking truths! christmas beth! christmas rio?!?! delicious bickering! CABIN isolation!  gift giving perfection! I could go on and on and on.  This fic just pulls you straight in. stcs crafts the timeline so effortlessly, and weaves it with so many endearing and authentic feeling details (beth has her own ‘guys’ now, and we know this bc she gives them sweets and food. OF COURSE) The longing between her and rio is so RICH. if you want your heart to swell a million sizes - this is the fic for you.  favourite line:  They hadn’t – been intimate yet, back when she got him arrested, or the first few times he’d shoved a gun in her face. And the sexual part had been all done and dusted prior to their, god, kidnapping and shooting fiasco. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t present throughout – a hovering spectre, forming a treacherous spine through all their endeavours.

  ❤ listening through the air shaft - ms_scarlet (@mego42)

now this fic. actually for real, has everything. because its every POV you never knew you NEEDED.  and mego42 absolutely nails each and every one. especially Dean. Its a complicated look into his blubbering sexist mind, and misguided fixations that is really well-written. The way in which brio has their own arc throughout the chapters, but told through the eyes of those around them - is amazing. this fic just makes you love every character even MORE.  favourite line: well.. annie, mick and ruby have a group chat and thats all you need to know. anytime that comes up = favourite line.

❤ instigator - nomind (@inyoursheets)

be still my bisexual heart. this fic has everyONE! Yes, this fic dissolves into perfect threesome smut BUT before you get there, you get this awesome set up of a dangerous-feeling connection between Rhea and Beth. They are honest, open and fully acknowledging the fuckedupness of their desire. For how small a part Rhea has in the show - this author NAILS her voice, it’s uncanny. Both of them talking about rio? sign me up. Rio coming home to it? sign me UP.  favourite line: “Jesus,” she hears behind her. “What am I looking at right now?” Rhea smiles down on her, ignoring him, running her fingers through Beth’s hair.

** shout out to another be-still-my-bi-heart fic : @sothischickshe​’s “its a dirty, dirty, game”

❤ do not pass go - linzackles @mrslackles

this. fic. has. every. thing.  I am currently putting every single important thing in my life on hold to PLOUGH through this series. like full speed ahead. UGH. marcus!!! beth and rio at an event! a fancy one! big bad business dudes! betrayal! beth making bad choices! rio unable to fully communicate the weight of his desire for her! angst! just excellent, excellent, excellent plots. i like everything!!!!! favourite line: truly impossible. they are all art. but this one made me cackle.  Shrugging, she responds. In the bathroom, eating nuts.Annie’s reply comes through instantly. Rio’s???????

❤  meet me under the mistletoe - sdktrs12 (@sdktrs12)

this fic.... has.... everything. I want to include this not only because I loooOoOOOved it, but also because this author just has a talent for creating holiday themed brio fics that are not in the slightest cheesy, or forced. which is... hard! to! do! I read her halloween series while in quarantine, and it became apart of my little daily routine. each fic containing at least one moment that made me go AHHH these two!!!!!  so in short - thanks for infusing all my holidays with stellar brio. then christmas comes around and she nails it again! beth and rio begrudgingly working late?   YES. they migh each have a date but they dont DARE talk abut their jealously? YES. Bourbon as a third character? haha YES! Beth looking smokin hot? YES.  favourite line: “Is that your move? Meet me under the mistletoe?”  “Oh baby, you know my moves.”  

and PHEW. there ya go! 

Thank you amazing fanfic authors for making my year 10000000% better. 

I TAG @whiskeyjack @purplemagic @sdktrs12 @joeyjoeylee @ama-ssiempre @roxy206

#favfics #nbc goodgirls #good girls fic #good girls fandom #top10fics

[drariellevalentine]

Medically Inevitable

Chapter 12- Obscene Occasions

Characters:- Arielle Valentine, Ethan Ramsey, Liam Mercado, Sienna Trinh, Elijah Greene, Jackie Varma, Landry Olsen, Rafael Aveiro, Kyra Santana, Phoebe Reznik & Danny Cardinal

Pairings:- Arielle Valentine x Ethan Ramsey, Sienna Trinh x Danny Cardinal, Elijah Greene x Phoebe Reznik

Warnings:- Alcohol, cursing, mentions of the infamous WAP (no lyrics)

You’re standing in a sound control booth, ready to flip on a switch. A switch that will blast WAP from the speakers of none other than America’s most posh salon for old ladies. “How did I even get here?!”, you ask yourself. A few hours before…

“Let’s get this party started!”, Kyra shouts as everyone cheers.

“What are we doing first?”, you ask.

Bryce and Elijah share a devilish smirk.

“Uh oh…”, Jackie says.

“We thought it would be fun to see everyone play Twister in fancy outfits.”, Bryce says.

“Bryce! Was this your idea?!”, Sienna shouts. Bryce flashes her a grin.

“I’ll spin the wheel!”, Elijah says as Bryce spreads out a humongous Twister map.

“Wow, this is huge!”, Phoebe says.

“Yep! Okay, so I’ve entered everyone’s names on here. First, 5 people will play. Then the other five will. No exceptions!”, Bryce shouts. “...and the names are here! Drumroll, please!... Kyra! Phoebe! Me! Rafael! Arielle!”

“Looks like ‘birthday girl’ escaped.”, Landry says. Jackie flashes him a warning.

“Does everyone know how to play?”, Elijah asks. All five of you nod as you line up by the mat as you slip off your footwear. “Awesome! First is Kyra!” Kyra places her left hand and foot on the mat, as per the color. Phoebe, Bryce, and Raf place their right hand and left foot on the mat according to the color on their turn When it’s your turn, the mat’s already almost covered.

“Damn! This went fast!”, Jackie says. Elijah holds out the spinner as you spin it.

“Left foot on blue, right hand on red!” You look at the mat, seeing that you can either do a backbend over Bryce or put one hand over Phoebe and a leg under Raf.

“You can’t be serious!”, you shout as everyone laughs. You place your leg on blue and after steadying your legs, you bend your back and place your hand on the red.

“Y’know, when I said you could be on top of me, this is not what I meant.”, Bryce says.

You roll your eyes, “Oh shut up!” After the second round, everyone’s in a huge twisted mess, your back still over Bryce but your feet are under Raf and one of your hands is now twined with Kyra’s.

“I never thought I would say this, but this is entertaining!”, Jackie says.

“Yeah, for you!”, you shout back.

“Okay, I’m out!”, Phoebe says as she wiggles her way out of the twisted jumble.

“Damn! This is hard!”, Bryce says.

“I know right! My back hurts!”, you reply.

“I meant for you.”, Bryce says smirking. You groan.

“It is, but both of you are doing great!”, Raf says. You smack your forehead with your free hand.

“Raf, you do realize he’s trash-talking us right?”, you say.

“Yeah, I know...aand I’m out!”, Raf slides out from the mat.

“Me too. I can’t risk breaking my back.”, says Phoebe. You and Bryce are the only ones left.

“Okay! Bryce’s turn.” Elijah spins the wheel which lands on right-hand red. Bryce chooses the exact spot to place his hand that makes you arch your back even more.

“Bryce! You can’t expect to hold this for much longer!”

He smirks. “Then quit.”

“Damn, you two are still going!”, Elijah says as he spins the wheel. “Lucky Arielle gets to take off her foot!” You cheer. “You didn’t expect me to not return the favor.”, you reply with a smirk. Carefully keeping your hand on their respective colors, you slide under Bryce making him arch his back...a lot. You push him more until he gives up.

“And...the winner is Arielle!”

“Okay, I’m done! I don’t need surgery when I’m already deep in debt!”, Bryce says as he gets up. You plop down on the mat as Si comes to help you up.

“You know, the last thing I thought yoga would help with was playing Twister! Speaking of...bow down to the Twister champion!”

“Okay, Okay! Now it’s Landry, Jackie, Sienna, and Danny! It’s a close tie but Sienna ends up winning.

“That isn’t fair! Sienna’s tiny!”, Jackie protests.

“Ha! I still win!”, Sienna says.

“That’s enough of Twister! The next stop is shots people!”

Bryce leads everyone to the open bar and as everyone takes a seat on a barstool, he slides behind the counter. “What will it be folks?”, he asks with a southern accent.

Jackie groans playfully as Sienna perks up, “This is Jackie’s birthday, so that means…”

“Tequila from start to finish!”, Kyra finishes. Bryce places multiple shot glasses and pours tequila in each of them.

“Okay, on the count of three. 1...2...3!” You throw back the shot and slam your glass on the counter, the tequila slightly burning your throat.

“Ooh! That’s strong!”, Danny says.

“Expect nothing else from Jackie.”, Landry replies.

“Again!” After multiple rounds of shots, you all are now tipsy and on water. “Ookay Scalpel Jockey, what’s next?”, you ask.

“Well it isn’t a party without truth or dare, but I have a better idea.”, Bryce replies with a huge grin.

“Oh no...don’t tell me that my birthday present is being arrested for streaking!”

“Oh trust me, it’s much worse than that.”, Elijah replies.

“Arielle, what did you drag me into?”, Raf asks. You shrug.

“Okay, for this game, we’ll need to go to the mall. Everyone, to the car!” After a short ride in a cramped car and with the story of how you and Bryce were banned from a different mall, you reach the mall.

“Okay, so we split up into two teams, girls and boys, and basically we play hide and seek. But, the losers have to do a dare of the winners’ choice.”

“Okay people, it’s official! We are definitely going to be in jail by the end of this!”, you shout as everyone laughs.

“Bryce, rules?”, Sienna asks.

“Ok, so we’ll make up the rules as we go!”, Bryce says.

“Ooh! This sounds fun! I’m in!”, Kyra says.

“You know what, me too.”, you reply.

“What the hell, I guess.”, Jackie replies. Everyone else agrees.

“Okay, coin toss.” Elijah picks out a nickel from his wallet. “Ladies first, heads or tails?”

“Heads.”, Phoebe perks up. Elijah raises an eyebrow.

“Cause we’re the only one who actually has them.”, Jackie replies without batting an eyelash.

“Ooh! Nice!”, Kyra high-fives Jackie as Elijah flips the coin to reveal...tails!

“Ha! Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it!“, Bryce replies with his horrible southern drawl.

”So, what will it be boys?”, Phoebe asks. The boys make a big show of huddling and discussing, returning 5 minutes later.

”We have decided that we will seek.”, Raf announces.

”Okay...so we can hide anywhere we want?”, you ask.

”Yeah, but only on mall premises.”, Elijah says.

”We’ll give you guys all 10 minutes to hide, we’ll stay here. You guys can hide in groups or single, your choice.”, Danny says.

”Wait, you guys will find us sooner or later. You’re just setting us up!”, Jackie says.

”Okay then, what if we only get 20 minutes?”

”10.”, Kyra counters.

”We’ll go with 15. Does everyone have their phones on them?”, Raf asks.

Everyone nods. ”Then prepare to eat our dust!”, Bryce smirks. You roll your eyes.

”Oh please, we’ll see about that.”, Kyra says.

”Ok, I'm starting the timer in 3...2…1!” As Danny starts the timer, all of you rush inside the mall.

”I think we should all hide in the same place. It’ll lessen the chance of them finding us.”, you say.

”You're right. But where do we hide?”, Phoebe asks.

”Quick! We already lost a minute!”, Sienna shouts as she looks at the timer on her phone.

”Let’s check the mall directory for some inspiration. We need someplace that no man would never enter.”, Jackie replies as she ushers you all to the directory.

You look at the directory. ”What about the spa?”, Sienna asks.

”No, that won't work. We can't possibly hide there.”, Kyra says.

You look at the list of stores. Your eyes widen as you come across a store that would be perfect.

”What is it, Arielle?”, Sienna asks.

”What about Victoria’s Secret?! The boys wouldn't dare come in there!”, you reply, your voice rising with excitement. Their eyes and smiles widen.

”Oh my God! That’s an amazing idea!”, Kyra says.

”Quick! Which floor is it on?”, Phoebe asks. You scan the directory once again.

”It’s on the sixth floor! Let's go!” After several flights of steps, you reach the sixth floor and rush into Victoria's Secret.

”Everyone just split up and act like your browsing through lingerie. I'll keep an eye on the storefront to see if the boys come searching this way. Keep your phone on.” As per your instructions, everyone splits up and you turn to a section of lace-up bras at the very front of the store.

It’s been almost 5 minutes and there’s no sign of the boys. You rush towards the back of the store as you hear Sienna shout, ”There are only 30 more seconds! We won!”

”We did it!”, You shout.

”Ooh, what do you think we should give the boys as a dare?”, Kyra asks.

”That won't be needed.” You whip around to find the whole entourage of boys right in the middle of the store.

”Surprise! We thought you would be here.”, Bryce says. You notice all the staff starting at the group of boys.

”...you’ve got to be kidding me.”, you say.

“Unfortunately not! The timer ended after we found you!”, Elijah says.

”Are you all just going to stand here?..” You turn around to see one of the employees giving you a judgemental look.

”Okay, we’re going! No need to be so judgy!”, Bryce replies as you all file out of the store.

”So much for our dare…”, Sienna says.

You notice Bryce with an extremely huge grin on his face. ”Time for your dare, lovely ladies!”

“Spit it out, Bryce.”, Jackie says. Ignoring her, he steps forward and whispers the dare into your ear. All the girls get alarmed, noticing your wide-eyed and flushed face.

”...you’re not serious.”, you reply unbelievably. He only grins.

”Just spit out Arielle! What's the dare?!” Unable to say anything, Bryce happily steps forward and whispers the dare into everyone's ears. One by one, every girl’s eyes widen.

”You can't be serious Bryce.”, Krya says. He shrugs.

”Bryce, whatever dare you gave them, maybe you should lighten it up? Elijah says.

”Wait? You guys don't know what the dare is?”, you ask. They shake their head.

”Bryce won't tell us.”, Raf replies. A few minutes later, you're standing in front of Nail, Hair and Beauty, a place which is known for where all the old ladies get their nails and hair done. You tentatively enter the store with all the girls, pretending to browse their nail polish collection. You see Bryce pointing to a closed door, across from the entrance.

”That must be the entrance. We’ll change the song and rush out before anyone sees us.”, you say.

”Why did we even agree to this?”, Kyra asks.

”Look on the bright side! At least we’ll have a great story to tell later at parties!”, Sienna says.

”You're the only person who would look at the bright side, Sienna.”, you reply.

Making sure no one sees you, all five of you manage to sneak into the closet miraculously without anyone noticing. You notice the sound system, a list of soothing piano melodies lined up to play over the speakers.

”Who’s flipping the switch?”, you ask. No one makes a move. You groan.

”Fine! I'll do it. At least before someone notices, we’re here.” You tentatively step up and familiarize yourself with the sound system. Making sure not to disturb anything else, you carefully search up WAP, hoping it's not there but yet it's there.

”They have the damn song. Sorry ladies, but at least if you get a heart attack, we have seven doctors here.” You signal to the girls, 5...4...3...2...1! You click the button as you and the girls rush out of the closet and the salon without anyone noticing.

Bryce looks at you. ”It's done. I've queued at full volume.”, you reply after catching your breath.

”What the hell are you guys even talking about?”, Elijah asks. Just then, the familiar bass beat and interesting lyrics play. All of the girls cringe as the boys’ faces morph into pure utter shock. Bryce just stands there with a smirk on his face. You can hear the pure chaos and shouting from the salon, the song attracting people’s attention.

”OH MY!”

”WHAT IS THIS?!”

“TURN IT OFF!”

”THIS ISN’T RELAXING!!”

”YOU KNOW, MY GRANDSON LISTENS TO THIS!”

“HEY, MINE TOO!”

“WE MUST BE THE COOL GRANDMA’S!”

”TURN THE DAMN SONG OFF!”

”WHAT KIND OF MUSIC IS THIS?!”

“TURN THE FUCKING SONG OFF KATE!”

“I WOULD, BUT I CAN’T!”

All of you just stand there as Bryce doubles over in laughter. Soon the damn song is turned off.

“...I can’t believe we just did that.”

“Me either.”

“Hey! All of you!” You all whip around and see one of the store employees glaring at you.

“Time to go!” Bryce says as he spins around and runs to the stairs. You all follow suit as Phoebe helps Elijah escape through the elevator, sprinting down the stairs until you reach your car.

“Bryce! You idiot!”, Jackie exclaims.

“My feet hurt!”, Sienna says.

“Nice job girls.” Just then your phone rings, you see it’s Liam. You answer it, placing it on the speaker as you start the car.

“Hey, Liam.”

“Where are you? And why are you so out of breath?”

“Long story. We’ll be back in 15 along with a huge appetite.”

“I look forward to that story of yours.” All of you laugh and joke about the crazy dare as you drive back.

General PoV:-

Soon Arielle and her friends are seated at the huge dinner table, waiting for their lavish dinner.

“So, the first course will be out in 15 minutes. Followed by another main course and lastly a special dessert course.”, Liam says. “I have a list of different main courses according to dietary restrictions, everyone just pick out your favorite course.” After everyone chooses, you all start discussing your favorite restaurants when Bryce perks up. ”Guys, let's play a game?"

"What do you have in mind Lahela?" Jackie asks making Bryce grin.

"Truth or truth!" Bryce answers excitedly.

"It's called truth or dare, meathead," Jackie rolls her eyes.

"No, it's called 'truth or truth', " Bryce corrects Jackie. "There's no option for a dare at all. Only truth."

"Ooh!" Sienna makes an exciting sound, "Think how many dirty secrets or embarrassing stories of each other we'll be able to know! I'm in."

Bryce's grin becomes broader," That's the spirit!"

One by one they all agree to it except one. All the heads turn to Jackie and she grimaces, "Fine! I'm in too."

Bryce and Sienna squeal excitedly, making the rest of you smile. "But before we start I have something to show," Sienna says while pulling out her phone. She shows everyone an old picture of Landry, drunk and clad in a giraffe onesie. Landry’s face goes red as everyone laughs. Before anyone can tease him any more, Landry diverts the topic, " How do you play the game?"

"Just like truth or dare but without any dare," he explained before looking around, "We'd need a bottle for spinning."

"I'll go and bring one," Raf says and moves to the bar. Bryce wolf whistles soon after. As Arielle follows his gaze she finds Rafael smiling in a shy but flirty manner with the bartender. The bar isn’t much far from their table so once the bartender moves inside Bryce tries to grab Rafael's attention and when Raf looks back, Bryce winks, and Rafael shyly smiles.

He comes back after a few minutes with an almost empty bottle. Placing it on the table he asks, "Who wants to go first?"

"Since you are the one to bring it, so why don't you go first?" Sienna says.

"No, no," Rafael says hesitantly," It’s Bryce's idea. He should go first."

"Oh, no bro. You start," Bryce insists. They keep fighting about it when Jackie interrupts their fight. Grabbing the bottle she yells so that the guys fighting would stop, "I'll go first."

Jackie spins the bottle and it lands on Sienna. you can see her smirking for a second before she switches back to her poker face. "What's the deal between you and Danny?" She asks as sienna’s face becomes lightly flushed

"Wh- I- We are friends, Jackie. " Sienna somehow managed to say trying her level best not to blush. Everyone's busy teasing her when Arielle notices a slight blush that crept on her cheeks and a well-hidden smile on her face. Arielle smiles to herself understanding what exactly is going on between the two. And before the gang spoils it, you try to divert the topic.

"Stop it guys.”, Arielle smiles at Sienna, "Leave her alone. She said they’re just friends."

"Ugh...You’re no fun Arielle.”, Bryce pretends to be disappointed but fails miserably.

Kyra spins the bottle next, which stops at Rafael. Kyra pretends to think for a minute before asking her question. Kyra smirks as she asks, " Who's your crush in this room?"

Rafael blushes at the question and looks in the direction of the bar, where the female bartender is mixing up some drinks. He looks at her with a smile before turning back with a shy smile. He shakes his head, answering Kyra's question but you all already know the answer.

After Kyra, it's Bryce's turn. Bryce spins the bottle more enthusiastically than others. After spinning a few rounds it stops at Arielle. Bryce smirks before asking, "What's your relationship with Liam?" The mischievous glint in his eyes is visible.

"He's my best friend, Bryce.” Arielle reply with a roll of her eyes.

"Sureeee!" Bryce grins again, "Now spill the beans."

"I already said it already, Bryce.", Arielle says. , "He's my best friend since middle school."

"C'mon Arielle, you can tell us. It’s not like we’re going to announce it to the world," Jackie smirks.

Sienna looks at Arielle as they share a look. She decides to help her out. "Guys stop teasing her."

"You two should stop saving each other and let us have fun instead.”, Jackie says. You mouth a thank you to Si.

“My turn.” Elijah spins the bottle and again it lands on Arielle. “Now Bryce, you’ve got to know how to ask the right questions.” He turns to Arielle, “...Have you ever kissed Liam?” Arielle groans as Bryce and Jackie smile.

“Ooh, this is going to be good.”, Jackie grins.

“...I have. Not romantically or anything! It was a dare in 9th grade and people thought it was fun to make best friends kiss.”, Arielle reluctantly replies, quickly comes to her defense. Nevertheless, everyone teases her until Arielle tells them that he’s engaged and a soon-to-be dad.

“Okay, okay! We’ll stop.”

Not wanting to get back to the previous topic, Arielle spins the bottle. It stops at Phoebe. She smiles mischievously knowing exactly what to ask.

“So Phoebe...who would you go on a date with here?” Simultaneously, Phoebe and Elijah both blush as their eyes accidentally lock.

“Ooh, I think we already know the answer…”, Jackie says. But before Arielle can tease them anymore, a delicious mouthwatering scent interrupts her.

“Dinner is served. Or at least the first course.”, Liam says. Plates of bruschetta, glasses of wine, and different bread baskets are set in front of the gang.

“Oh wow…

“This smells amazing!”

“You’re right about that!”

“I hope everything is to your liking. I’ll be back in 20 minutes with your main courses.”, Liam says.

Everyone digs in, enjoying the peace for a few minutes until Kyra pipes up, “So I’ve been meaning to ask. How did you guys even find us?!”

“So here’s how it started...”

Bryce’s PoV (a few hours back):-

”Guys, I know this hurts but those girls are all smart-asses and we’re never going to find them cause they’re going to hide in some place that we won’t step foot in.”, you say.

“Then why did you ask us to play the game?”, Raf asks.

“Cause if we find that place, we’ll be able to give them a dare.”, you reply.

“We only have 10 minutes.”, Danny says.

“What if we look up all the stores and see which ones fit our category?”, Elijah says.

“Great idea dude!”, you reply as he pulls up the mall’s list of stores on his phone.

“Hmm, what about the spa? Or the nail salon?”, Danny asks as he looks over the list.

“Those should be good places.”, Elijah says.

“How much time left is there?”, Raf asks.

“There’s still 3 minutes.”, you reply.

“Meanwhile, check out which floor they’re on. We don’t want to waste time searching.”, Landry says

“Got it, there’s a spa on the ground floor a little towards the escalator and the salon’s on the fifth floor towards the back of the mall.”, Elijah says.

“Great, 10 minutes are over. Let’s go boys.”, you say as you rush to the mall.

Soon you and the boys are split into two groups, Elijah, Danny and Landry go to the spa while you and Rafael are searching Sephora’s aisles for any sign of the girls.

“Remind me again why we’re here Raf?”, you ask.

“I mean, girls always spend hours at Sephora. And I’ve never stepped foot in one so…”, he replies.

“You’re right about that. I mean did you see the looks of the employees when we actually started to ‘browse products’?!”, you add laughing.

“Damn it! They’re not here!”, you say.

“The others didn’t have any luck either.”, Raf says as he flashes the text in front of you.

“Uhh...okay. Tell them to meet us on the fifth floor.”, you say as you rush to the escalator. After a very quick ride on the escalator (consisting of parents shouting at you for running) you meet the guys at the top.

“No sign of the girls, Bryce. They have to be in the salon.”, Elijah says.

“Then let’s go.” After a thorough search of the store along with scoldings from rude women, you’re finally kicked out by a store employee.

“I don’t want to see you five ever again. Or else I’m complaining!”, she says as she drags you out.”

“Now what are we going to do?”, Elijah asks.

“I’m not doing a dare!”, Landry says.

“Guys think! Where else would the girls hide?”, you ask.

“I don’t know, these are the only stores I can think of.”, Raf says. You look around in exasperation when a certain pink striped bag catches your attention. Taking a few steps back, you look around the mall until you spot the damn store. The boys notice your look. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”, you ask. Their faces all have surprised looks.

“Of course! That’s the only place they would hide!”

You all run to the sixth floor when suddenly Landry stops you all. “Look, Arielle’s standing there!”

“Of course Elle has some plan.”, you think.

“We need to sneak up on them.”, Danny says.

“But how? Arielle definitely will see us.”, Raf says.

“There’s only one more minute left! We’ve got to do this now!”, Landry exclaims.

“That’s it! I bet that Ari will go inside when there’s only a little time left. We’ll have to sneak up on them then.”, Elijah excitedly says.

“Damn Elijah, I like your idea even better. The girls will think that they’ve won.”, you say.

“What about the dare?”, Raf asks.

You smirk deviously. “I’ll tell you when the time comes. Now let’s go give those girls a heart attack.”

Arielle’s PoV:-

“Damn, that was some smart-ass thinking.”, you say.

“Although it might have hurt Bryce’s ego to call us all smart-asses.”, Kyra jokes.

“Not might. It definitely would have hurt!”, Jackie says as you all erupt into laughter.

“What would have hurt?” You turn around to see Liam placing everyone’s pick in front of them.

“It’s a long story.”, you reply with a smile.

”Well, I look forward to hearing it. But I have a cake to decorate.”, he says winking at Jackie.

“I still don’t believe you, Arielle. Like not even a middle school crush?”, Bryce says as he takes a bite.

“Ugh...why are you so annoying!”, you playfully hit him.

“Okay, now all of you be quiet. Food like this deserves all the attention.”, Sienna says. Everyone only nods as they finish off their plates. Another 30 minutes later, you all are stuffed and talking about being stuffed.

“Ohh my god, I’m sooo full…”, you say.

“Seconded.”, Bryce says.

“Yep, Me too.”, Elijah says.

“Well, that’s too bad. I make a mean cake.” Liam says as he brings a huge three-tiered cake with a bunch of candles.

“Ahh! Look at all those cute fondant decorations!”, Sienna chirps.

“Pink?”, Jackie asks.

“Trust me, you’ll like it.”, Liam says with a smirk. He hands you the candles as he sets the plates and serving tools down then heads back.

“Aand...that’s the last one!”, Phoebe says as she places the candle in the frosting.

“Wait, Wait, Wait! We need to take a picture.”, Danny says. He and Sienna quickly position everyone for the photo as Bryce sets up a table for the camera. You, Kyra, Sienna, and Phoebe stand in the front as the boys stand in the back. Jackie sits in the middle on a stool.

“Guys, are you ready? I’ve only set the camera for thirty seconds!” Bryce says.

“Okay, 3...2...1!” Bryce quickly runs towards you and squeezes behind you. All of you pose as the camera flashes after a few seconds. You all rush to check it to find it perfect.

 “...I think that’s the first time that the first picture has come out amazing.” Everyone laughs in agreement. 

 “Okay, now let’s take a few more and then cut the cake!”, Sienna says. After a few more pics Jackie stands behind the impressive three-tiered cake, ready to cut into it. Sienna snaps a picture after lighting the candles as you all count down. 

“5...4...3...2...1!” Everyone erupts into applause and laughter as Jackie blows out the 28 candles cuts the cake. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to Jackie!” 

“Now, everyone knows that whoever you feed the first piece of cake is who you love the most!”, Bryce playfully says. Jackie suddenly pushes a piece of cake in your mouth, smearing your lips with frosting. Sienna snaps another pic. 

 “Wha- Heyy!”, you say, mouth full of cake. You take a piece of cake and return the favor, but not before smearing it on her cheek. 

“OH MY GOD! THE DAMN CAKE IS DRENCHED IN BOURBON! OKAY, THIS IS THE BEST BIRTHDAY CAKE EVER”, Jackie yells. You laugh. 

“It’s Mark’s special cake. He makes a sponge chocolate cake and after decorating it, he uses a syringe to fill the cake with alcohol.”, you reply as everyone gets more eager to taste the cake, As Sienna takes pictures and shows then to everyone, Jackie feeds everyone a small bite of cake.

 “Oh damn, that’s good!” “Wow…” “Yummy!” A few minutes later, your phone chimes with a notification for Instagram. You open it to see Jackie’s latest posts.

“ZAID’S ON INSTAGRAM?”, you shout.

 “I know right?!”, Kyra says. 

“Never thought that he would comment.”, Jackie says. 

With Jackie distracted, Bryce takes this opportunity to smear a lot of frosting on her face. “Bryce! I’ll make you pay for his, dumbass! And Sienna, delete that damn picture!”, Jackie shouts playfully as she heads towards the bathroom.

 “I’ll go help her.”, Kyra says following her. 

“Sienna quick! Get the gift basket!”, Bryce says.

 You look at him, raising an eyebrow. “What? You thought I did that for fun?” He flashes you this ridiculous smirk making all of you laugh. You hold the gift basket behind you as Jackie comes back.

 “You do know I have eyes right?”, Jackie says looking behind you. 

 “Well then...surprise!” You hand over the heavy gift basket with everyone else. 

“I’m looking at this tomorrow. I’m too drunk and too spoiled with surprises. Now, where’s that cake?!” After everyone gets a piece, you all indulge yourselves in the rich chocolatey bourbon filled cake as the night dwells on.

 “Okayyy...I think it’s time we all head home.”, Kyra says.

 “Mhm…”, you agree as you stretch. “I think we all agree.”, Jackie says. Kyra, Rafael, Danny, and Bryce all leave in a cab after saying their goodbyes.

 “You guys take a cab. I’ll be there a little while later.”, you say. Everyone leaves leaving just you to take in the beautiful view of downtown Boston. 

“Thought I’d find you here.” You swivel around to find Liam looking at you. 

“What do you mean?”, you ask quizzically.

 “I’ve been your best friend since middle school. I know you better than yourself and I certainly know when something’s wrong.” 

 You sigh. “Is it that obvious?” 

 He nods. “You don’t have to tell me right now.” 

“I know. I just don’t feel like ruining a perfectly good day.”, you say.

 “Why don’t we head to my place? I’ll put on Grey’s and you can lecture me on all the medically incorrect terms.”, he says with a smile.

 “I don’t know, I have work tomorrow…”, you say.

 “Last time I checked, nothing stops you.”

 “Fine, let’s go. But can we take my car? And can you drive? I’m drunk.”, you blurt out.

Liam chuckles, “I can tell genius, come on.” After a quick ride, you find yourself in a sleek and elegantly furnished three-bedroom apartment.

 “Nice decor.” 

“I’ve always had nice taste.”You snort. “Do I need to remind you that I helped you redo your room before high school?”

 “I knowwww…”

 “Yep, you’re drunk alright. Ava should have some clothes in there, take whatever you need.”

 “You sure she won’t mind? And where is she, by the way? It’s been so long since I saw her.”, you ask.

 “She’ll tell you herself in the morning. You do remember that you both wore each other’s clothes in high school?” 

 “Ohh yeah, I remember alright. I practically lived in her room during all of our tests.”, you say as you head into the room he pointed to. After finding a pair of sweats, you change into them. Heading out, you see Liam having laid out a few snacks for himself, water for you, and some throw blankets and pillows. You flop on the cushions and cover yourself with a fuzzy blanket. “What season?” 

“Whatever you want. All of them have some kind of inaccuracy.” 

 He laughs. “I forgot how you drag your words and become painfully straightforward when you become when you’re drunk.”

 “Nooooo...that’s not me!”, you say sarcastically. 

He plays the pilot episode. “You know, I feel like I can kind of relate to Meredith.”, you say.

 Liam gives you an incredulous look. “Not in the mood to explain.” You try to focus on Derek and Meredith’s banter but your eyelids are droopy. Lastly, all you can see is Liam tucking a pillow under your head as sleep overtakes you. 

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Cross My Heart - CH.18

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x Reader; Chuck Shurley x Reader

Summary: After opening up a letter, the life as she knows it, changes forever. Her husband hires Dean Winchester to protect her but is Dean really who he said he was? And is her husband really worried about her safety?

Warnings: Fluff

WC: 2068

A/N: This is it. The end. Again. I’m always so sad when a story ends. Please, please let me know what you think about it. Feedback keeps me going. Thank you for reading the 18 chapters. I know it was a lot. I apparently can’t write short series anymore. 

SERIES MASTERLIST

Y/N has offered to pay and cover for Cas’ expenses if he wants to stay here while Dean’s still in the hospital — she got her bag with her things back too, because Bobby came in to see Dean before he left, and left her bag with Dean. She’s a little sad she missed Bobby, hadn’t really got to officially meet that man that Dean’s so fond of. He came in when Cas and her were out to find her some pants. Cas politely declined, though, because he needs to get back for his new job as a car salesman. 

She can imagine him selling a lot of cars to single women, to be honest. He has that charming smile and eyes that are blue as a clear sky on a sunny day.

*

The next day, when she goes in to see Dean, he’s already sitting up and talking on the phone. She slips into the room and sits on the empty chair beside him. 

He’s doing incredibly good for someone who almost died. It’s only the wound on his stomach that’s still hurting and he’s on painkillers. The doctor’s are happy with the progress he makes, and said that it’s rare that they see someone with his wounds recover that well. Guess Dean’s a super human, at least that’s what he is to her. 

Dean’s frowning while he talks but he smiles at her with his eyes, she can see it clearly. She likes that, likes the way he smiles and she’s able to see the smile reaching his eyes. It’s so rare to see that in a person. 

Y/N takes out her new phone which she bought this morning and begins to set it up while she waits for Dean to finish his call. She can hear that he’s talking to Benny.

She knows what Benny's telling him because she went in to see Benny this morning, as he’s still in town to wrap the case up. 

Apparently, Chuck’s company isn’t doing well (surprise!), and he’s close to losing it. And instead of selling or getting investors on board, he decides that it would be easier to kill off his own wife. She’s glad that her soon to be ex-husband is facing life in jail, to be honest. Because that’s what Benny has told her. They’ve got a strong case and the chances of Chuck ever getting out of jail alive, are slim to non-existent. That’s good. Really good. It’s just, she doesn’t look forward to going up into the witness stand. Especially when they could bring up her relationship with Dean, which could lead to other suspicions and would raise more questions, but knowing Dean, he’s going to be great in the courtroom. It’s her that’s going to need some coaching.

“Yeah,” Dean says, “Thanks for everything man. I owe you. Of course. Yeah, we should. Okay, bye.”

He hangs up and rubs at his ears. He’s probably been on the phone for a while, “Benny says hi.”

“I like Benny,” She says, looking up from her phone to grin at him.

“Yeah?”

“He ties with Cas on the list of my favorite people.” She shrugs.

Dean raises his eyebrows, “Who tops the list?” 

“Um,” She says, pretending to think, “There’s this guy.”

“Yeah?” He pats at the space next to him on the bed and she gets up and sits closer to him. He rubs over her thighs. Up and down.

“Yeah,” She smiles, “He’s quite alright. He took care of me so that brings him to the top of my list.”

Dean chuckles, pulls her closer by the neckline of her shirt to kiss her. 

He breaks from it and grins, before his face gets serious, “Jesus, I love you so much, you know that? It terrifies me. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

He’s so blunt about it, it blows her mind. Her cheeks start to flare up. 

“Me neither.” She says, because it’s true. What she thought was love? What she had at the beginning with Chuck? It was never like this. She leans forward, kisses him, smells him, tastes him, and smiles against his lips, “So, will you do the honor of being the first number I’ll save into my new phone?” She grins, holds the phone out for him to punch in his digits. 

Dean chuckles, takes the phone and thumbs over it, writes his name. When he’s done, he hands it to her and she looks at the contact.

“D?” She looks at him, “D. This is all you wanna be known as?” 

He shrugs, “Yeah, I don’t like people knowing everything about me.”

“But D, ugh.”

“Hey, I could have written The best D you ever had but that would have been inappropriate.” There’s a cocky grin on his face.

She sighs, “Fine, but ugh, I wanna put a heart next to it at least. So I won’t mix you up with all the other D’s that I’ll be having on my phone.”

“Hey!” Dean has to laugh, and is now holding his stomach and then he tries to think of something not funny, she can tell, because his lips are pressed into a thin line and after a couple of breaths, he manages to calm down. After a couple more minutes of even breathing, he reaches over to get his phone, and hands it to her, “I need your number too.”

“Why? Will you send me a dick pic?” 

Dean snorts at that and she can’t help but giggle. He’s holding his stomach again, and maybe she should really not be a pain in his ass. She just can’t help it and seize the opportunity when it’s there.

He raises one eyebrow then, “Would you like me to send you a dick pic?”

She should have known that karma will get her, because now, the one who’s blushing is her. With a shrug, she says, “It depends who’s dick it is,” 

“What do you mean, who’s dick it is? I don’t have pictures of other dicks. At least I don’t think I do,” He grins, pretending to think and she rolls her eyes.

Grabbing his phone out of his hands while he’s still lost in thought, she gets off the bed and begins to type in her number, had to search for it on the receipt she got, because she can’t really remember it by heart. But when she finishes, she sits back on the empty space she just left and hands the phone back to Dean, a grin so wide, like she’s really proud of it.

Y/N watches as Dean looks at his phone. His eyebrows meet in the middle and there’s a slight lift of one of them. 

“BAE LOML? So many hearts?” Dean looks from the phone to her and she really, really tries not to laugh. “What does that even mean?”

“You could google it?”

“I don’t think I want to know,” Dean places his phone back on the charger and turns his attention back to her, “I’ve talked to Sammy this morning.” 

Ah, he’s changing the subject because he’s embarrassed that he probably quite likes the name she just gave herself. At least it doesn’t seem like he would want to change it.

“Yeah?”

“He’s going to handle your divorce. If you still want to divorce that son of a bitch, that is,” Dean pauses, pulls her into him, so that she’s half on the bed and half on top of him on the side that he’s not hurt, “Which, I would hope that you will, because he’s kind of a dick.”

She has to chuckle.

“Sam’s going to prepare all the paperwork so the only thing you have to do is signing it.” Dean kisses her forehead.

“I will,” She nods her head. She wants to do it. Wants to move forward.

He looks at her, his hand tucks away a loose strand of her hair, “Do you want to go back to your house after all this? Live in the city?”

It’s the first time that he mentions the life after this nightmare. Honestly, she never thought about it. She doesn’t know what to do with her life at all.

“No, I don’t want to go live in that house anymore.” She says. She couldn’t possibly go back. There are too many memories. It’s too big, it’s too fancy. It’s too Chuck. Plus, she doesn’t have anything in the city anymore that could hold her there. No friends, no family, no Chuck. 

Dean’s smirking, it’s probably the answer he was anticipating to hear, “Can you imagine coming back with me?”

“Well,” She says and Dean’s smile turns into a straight line. She really doesn’t want to play with him when he’s still recovering, but it’s so easy to rile him up, “I don’t know,” She sighs, for the dramatic, “You’d have to buy me a drink first, I’m not that easy, Dean.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ, you almost gave me a heart attack,” He mumbles, curses some more but then he grins, kisses her lips bruisingly hard.

“Ugh, Liz won’t like me living there, though.” 

“Liz doesn’t really like anyone, and besides, that’s her problem and not yours.” Dean scoffs.

“She likes you.” 

“Baby,” Dean holds her face between his palms, squishing at her cheeks so she has a fish mouth and then he grins, “What do I have to do to make you see that you’re it? Huh?” He pecks her fish lips and then he lets go of her face, strokes her cheeks instead, and he gets serious again, “All I saw was you. I think I even dreamt of you when I was out and unconscious. And even in my dreams I made sure that you were okay. When I was there on the floor? I was angry at myself, you know? I was thinking that I was fucking stupid to have thought that Chuck wouldn’t have a back up plan. And when I heard the shot, I hoped and prayed that he didn’t shoot you.”

She says, leans in, nuzzles her nose against his stubbled jaw, “Okay, I move in with you.” Moving up on the bed a little, she lays on his shoulder, buries her face into the crook of Dean’s neck. 

“We could get a house. I mean, it won’t be as big as the one you’re used to living in but we can get a reasonably sized house in a reasonably good neighborhood.” 

She has to chuckle at that, “Sounds reasonably good. I don’t need big things.”

“That’s because I’m already quite big.” 

“Oh my god.”

“It’s Dean.”

Y/N punches his chest and he has to laugh and flinches at that. Good. He deserved it.

“Don’t you think it’s too soon, though? I mean, we don’t know each other for very long,” The question is not really weird? Is it? It’s true, they know each other for what? Two weeks tops? She doesn’t really know anymore but it feels like a lifetime. Although it’s only a question to rile him up a little more.

“I think I know you better than I know anyone else.” Dean says, and adds, “But I’m not pressuring you. I just wanna add that I’m here no matter what and you should know that by now.” 

She smiles, it’s so easy with him really, “If you know me, you should know that I’m ready to follow you anywhere by now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Dean places a soft kiss on her lips, “You let me keep you?”

She nods with a smile, “Promise me that you will,”

“Cross my heart,” Dean huffs out a breath, kisses her again, it’s soft and tender, pours all his love into it and she feels it. Feels it too. Feels the butterflies, feels the little bubbles getting bigger in her heart. And she thinks that Dean’s right. Sometimes things do happen for a reason. She looks forward to a new future, it might not be gold and glitter, but that’s not what she wants anyway. She wants someone who sees her as his equal, she wants someone who treats her right, who makes her want to be the best version of herself. She wants someone who can make her laugh, she wants someone who has her back, no matter what. She wants Dean.

FIN

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[artsyxloner]

( This is Min Soo-Nico )

Not Just a Monster

Warning: blood, puking, gore

3: Found my safe heaven... I think?

I woke up feeling weak my whole body ached as I laid in something wet. I breathe in deep gulping down the cool-cleanish air as much of it as I can.

Like a fish out of water, my lungs finally able to breathe. It tastes like metal in my mouth. I remember it when I had my nose bleeds. But shouldn't have done that though because pain shot through me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, I probably looked like a ghost from how much blood loss that I was laying in my puddle of it. wondering why I didn't die? Maybe It was because I passed golden hour since I didn't get to turn?

I didn't know how long I was out for but looking towards the building I caught on fire I saw that it was all ablaze. I didn't remember the flashback I had when I fell out of the window. Well more like I was crashed into it.

I sighed closing my eyes, but then that made me remember the speed monster thinking were that bitch ran off too? He's going to get payback if I ever see him again even if I had turned into a monster by that time.

I would have an advantage even though I'm still in the process of monsterization. Thinking of monsters I remembered there all around here not all but mostly some of them eat people.

Like the tongue one that got burnt up. I shivered at the thought. Getting up for the hundredth time today I soon didn't feel any pain. As if it all disappeared.

Inspecting my clothes they were torn as the thread of my sweater was clawed up and was stained by the monsters and my blood. I was covered in it from head to toe.

And I didn't have any other clothes, to wear in my duffel bag. I was out almost on everything, I needed to repack, real soon. It was around late afternoon judging by the sun.

I still had time to search for the things I needed but not for long, I had to be Conservative. Since I've never been out on a run in the daytime.

I walked away from the burning building down the street where the monsters were. The most dangerous ones I studied had to be around somewhere?

Not knowing I had to be careful of my surroundings, seeing cars all banged up with dints in the and the widow's glass shattered some was even flipped upside down.

But the thing that disturbed me the most was dead bodies lying on the ground. The smell was awful knowing they were Decaying their flesh coming off as flies flew around there and on telling what other things laid inside.

It made me want to puke so I turned my head not able to look anymore at the gross sight. My stomach felt nauseated knowing the familiar sensation going up my throat not able to hold it back.

It came up, as it was nothing but water and my stomach lining. I had bent over placing my hands on my knees. When I was done I spit the rest of it out as my eyes watered tears rolling down my cheeks.

Wiping them away I stood up straight and moved on, wondering where I was going to sleep for the night? And possibly stay if it wasn't run over with monsters.

I forgot about my knife because I couldn't find it anywhere when I first woke up. So I was defenseless if I had to run up one, which wasn't good.

As I head growling, and other inhuman noises. Some of the monsters talked but just only a few words. They would repeat it in a low tone dragging out the last Syllable.

Sounding like a snake, I scratched my face as it felt itchy. Ash and dried blood was caked up on it and got down into my nails. Not that I cared I wasn't a nail girl.

It would be nice if I had a shower, a cold one I imagined scrubbing off all this nasty mess off my tan skin. I haven't had one in a while.

I thought as I was up ahead going to the Convenient store I always went to at night. It was seven eleven, before going in I checked through the windows to make sure nothing was in there.

I waited but didn't see anything out of the ordinary not like there was much of normal anymore. I opened the door as the bell ringed above me. I cringed at the loud sound.

If there weren't any monsters around they would be now. Searching down The isles of different Varieties of snack food. I picked out most of the stuff that was in plastic bags not caring if there were expired.

Some of my favorites were kimchi instant noodles, triangle Kimbap and Pocky of different flavors. I grabbed it all letting it fall into my duffel bag.

When I was done with that I went near the Refrigerated section and took all the water and green teas they had seen most of the stuff With some kind of milk beverage that had Spoiled smelling bad.

I plugged my nose, and also stuffed my drinks in my bag to accept one, and took out a triangle kimbap unwrapping it I sat down and began to chow down on the delicious seaweed rice food.

Then taking a sip of my water, It coded my throat after it is dry and irritated from all the smoke and fumes I inhaled. Relaxing my body I slumped down laying down on one of the shelves that was behind me.

I gazed up ahead looking right outside noticing that building I saw on the rooftop. It looked mostly vacant from what I could tell?  Except for the eye monster but it was probably gone by now.

I had a deep feeling in my gut to go there, I didn't know why? I always looked at the place when I was on the rooftop I had drawled it once without thinking about it.

I would stay here but it provided little protection and I could easily be seen and I couldn't stay in the back of the store their water probably didn't work half of the Convenient store bathrooms always had something wrong with them.

Deciding on that's where I was going to go because it's better than nothing plus it wasn't that far of a walk I could be there in less of half an hour that being thirty minutes.

The sky was beginning to set, it a pinkish-orange color as the clouds grew into a dark purple I wish I had a camera so I could take a pic to see this world still had something beautiful to look at.

I frowned realizing this was actually how the world going to be now people turning into hideous monsters that want to terrorize and eat whatever if it has a heartbeat.

And it's just not the monsters you have to worry about it's the people. They're probably gangs for those who have Survived and killed others for what they have and robbed them of it after there dead.

I shook my head in shame but that's what a world like this does to you it changes you for the worse or if you luck better if you aren't scared. But if you aren't scared you ain't human. I got that off the maze runner a quote from Alby one of my personal favorites.

It's kinda like this world now if you think about it? I don't know why but I kinda laughed knowing something like this wouldn't have ever happened oh the Irony right? I was completely wrong.

I guess karma is a bitch, for thinking that way, signing I ate one more of the first things I gobbled down. I had to stop myself from eating everything before I made myself puke again from not having been eating in a couple of days.

Getting up I took a long sip of my water before putting it back in my bag. Swinging it over my shoulder I gripped the strap as if was a little heavier but not so much where I would have to drag it with my weak ass body.

To green roof apartments, that would be a sight to see. I was kinda Chubby for nineteen years my parents always told me to thin down and stop eating so much but I never listened to them.

They didn't know what it was like being a severely bullied teenager. Getting called a fat pig and having candy thrown at you in school. But they tried their best to understand and only wanted what was best for me but it wasn't good enough.

But now I regret everything I said to them and everything I did. My lips dowsed into a frown at the memories I began to think I was stuck in my head again letting the memories go I began my way to green roof apartments to see what was in store for me there.

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