#this is straight up illegal in my state

[youremyonlyhope]

Officially crying over sad Disney songs yay.

#there's more than just disney that's causing this cry but disney was the trigger #Ma Belle Evangeline hurt me enough already #When She Loved Me got it started. i didn't realize how hard that song would hit only a month after losing my grandma. #but. wow. i still had some tears and sadness built up that didn't come out yet. and i probably still have some too. #(leave it to toy story to make sadness come out months later. this has now happened twice in my life specifically relating to toy story) #then stupid me thought just riding the cry out and going to Dos Oruguitas was a good idea. no. NO. made me cry more. #though When She Loved Me was the harder of the cries. I can't even type that song name ugh that song should be illegal. #then I listened to Le Festin while reading the english lyrics since that song is bittersweet instead of just straight up sad #hoping it would uplift me and it helped but i'm still like. messed up. #doesn't help i had way too stressful of a day at work that made my anxiety go through the ROOF #different stress than my old job but still stressful since it triggered my ocd to make me literally freak out and shut down. #like i haven't felt that anxious in a LONG long time. so i already knew i was in a fragile emotional state. i brought this on myself. #tonight was not the night to listen to sad Disney songs but also i guess it was the perfect night #so good night i think this is my cue to go to bed

[charmedreincarnation]

When I say that this journey is real, and our struggles are not in vain, I am shouting it from the rooftops. A month ago, I woke up with my dream life. Obsessed with the "void state", I woke up one day being the same person but with an entirely new life. All because I chose it.

Your efforts aren't going unnoticed. The universe is always on your side. You are the universe. It's been a month, and I still feel overwhelmed with joy and wonder every single day.

I was once poor and battling depression, a reality many can relate to. But we found the law because we knew we deserved more. You can be ordinary, flawed, even unkind, but you can choose to transform and have it all. And I did just that. My parents, who were illegal immigrants working underpaid jobs, are now wealthy and respected figures. My last name alone garners recognition, and I am a socialite earning money just by being me.

I used to live in an attic infested with cockroaches. Now, I reside in a four-story mansion, complete with exotic cars, house help, cooks, drivers - all treated and compensated fairly. We also own three other houses across the United States.

I was once insecure, severely underweight, and bullied. Today, not only am I stunningly beautiful, but I am also praised for my fashion sense. I was once a dull person, but now I am radiant with positivity.

I attended an underfunded school where I was bullied, and teachers lacked resources to intervene. Now, I study at a prestigious private school that assures my entry into an Ivy League university. Finally, I am respected and appreciated.

I was lonely and uninteresting. Now, I am vibrant with a close-knit group of friends and a man who seems straight out of a Wattpad story. He's perfect, and he's mine.

This transformation happened overnight. And I've been on this journey since 2020. But how??? I surrendered to my imagination!

The void was overwhelming, but now I can easily navigate it. I was tired of giving my power away. So, I gave in to myself, to my dreams. I knew I deserved it. Even if I didn't believe it at times, I made the choice. If you desire something, it's already yours. It's done.

I didn't have a list or anything of my desires, just a vision of happiness. I didn't know what it looked like, but I knew how it felt. Now, I embody that feeling every day. My life is a series of plot twists. It's not perfect, but my worst days now are what I once prayed for. That old life? POOF It's gone. All I have is now, and I'm living it to the fullest.

My advice?

Stop seeking proof. If you're looking for proof, you'll never manifest your dreams because the only thing that needs to change is self. Doubt is a reflection of your disbelief in yourself. When I surrendered to my imagination, it didn't matter who was lying or telling the truth, because I had my truth. The burden of proof lies within you. It's called the law of assumption. You might harbor some doubt, but you must have faith like the devout. They believe without proof. You can too! We all can! Believe in yourself, and the universe will conspire in your favor!!!!

I agree! Your words resonated with me a lot. Faith, particularly self-faith, is such an important tool in shaping our realities. The ability to trust ourselves, our desires, and our potential is essential in manifesting our dream life, and it’s only so beautiful to slowly see yourself give yourself all your trust when you’ve never even liked yourself.

You're spot on about the issue of seeking confirmation from others. It's an unnecessary hurdle that we give ourselves but it’s human nature. Our truths and dreams should not be validated by anyone else but us. As you said, why should it matter if someone lied or told the truth? We are the creators of our own lives and thus, the only validation we need comes from within.

And I wholeheartedly agree with your point about deservingness. We don't have to earn our desires or prove ourselves worthy of them. If we want something, that desire alone makes us deserving of it.

More importantly I am very proud and happy for you !!!! You’re a testament of what our own imagination can do for us and I hope you only keep getting happier and happier <3!!!!

#sucess story #manifestation #law of assumption #dream life

[help-itrappedmyself]

Dead on Main Part 9

My apology for the earlier mishap. Hope you like it!

Masterpost

A few hours later, a fourth of the way home, they start arguing about who should drive the next shift. There seem to be two main arguments. The first is between Dick and Bruce on whether Bruce even needs a break.The second is between Dick and Tim about who should take over for Bruce.

Bruce has been driving for four hours, and it’s now about midnight, so he should take a break to sleep. Dick had napped for about an hour after the panicked stop when Jason’s ectoplasm had gone haywire, and he was the only one who had slept so far. He’s winning the argument between him and Bruce. Because he was the only one who had napped so far, and apparently Tim had been awake for a terrible amount of time, Dick is also winning the argument between him and Tim.

Danny is pretty sure even sleep deprived most people would drive better than his father, and he doesn’t have a driver’s license so he keeps quiet. It’s funny how intense they get in their arguments without ever becoming serious. Danny appreciates that no matter how intense they get there’s never any anger in their voices.

“Tim, you haven’t slept more than five hours in the last two days, you are not driving this car. There is no way you are driving this car. Neither of us are going to let you.”

“Bruce has been awake for 23 hours straight!” Tim argues.

“Which is why Bruce should also not be driving anymore!”

“Tim you are definitely not driving, go to sleep. Dick, If we switch drivers we have to stop and we can’t afford to stop and waste time. We’ll switch drivers when we need gas next.” Bruce states rationally. Danny thinks this is a good argument really.

“If we crash and die we’ll also waste time.” Tim points out, sulking.

“Switching drivers will take all of two seconds and so help me If I am not driving in the next two minutes I am commandeering the radio for the rest of the trip and you know neither of you will be able to stop me.”

Danny isn’t sure why that is so serious of a threat, but that shut both Bruce and Tim up immediately. Bruce pulls over and they do a quick seating change. Since Bruce and Tim need to sleep so one of them can drive later, Danny switches into the passenger seat while Dick slips into the driver's seat. That way Bruce and Tim can stretch out in the back.

“What do you listen to that they dislike so much?” Danny asks a little later. Danny can’t tell if either of them are sleeping, but neither of them have moved at all in the last ten minutes. He’s quiet just in case.

“I mean, I like a lot of music. They just know that I can put on circus music for hours. I grew up in a circus, so I'll even enjoy doing it. It annoys them after like three songs at most though.”

Danny has a moment where all he can think of is Freakshow’s circus, but he shakes it off.

“Did all of you grow up in the circus?” Danny could have sworn Bruce was more like Vlad. Grew up wealthy, ran a business (less illegally, he thinks, but that's not hard considering), and went to parties and stuff. Dick laughs at his question.

“No, only me, I’m afraid.” Dick glances at the back seat, before refocusing on the road. “Bruce adopted all of us, except for Damian. But even Damian grew up with his mother before coming to live with Bruce. So all of us have very different upbringings actually. Circus for me. Jason was next, he had a hard life before Bruce found him, and after too. He’s been through a lot. Tim had rich parents, they loved him but weren't around much. Duke was adopted after his parents died but he was raised by both of them, he had the most normal life growing up.”

“Tim and Damian both found Bruce more than the other way around. Damian’s mom… loves him a lot, but she was in a dangerous situation and wanted Damian to be safe. So she dropped him off with us.” You could hear the love in Dick’s voice as he spoke about his family.

“Your family seems happy. Nice. I mean, you all dropped everything to drive me home. I appreciate it.” Danny thought carefully for a moment, he didn't want to learn too much second hand. He'd rather get to know Jason personally. But some things only family can tell you. “Do you think Jason and I will get along? From what I've heard I know we have similar senses of humor, at least relating to our own deaths. And, well, we have that experience to bond over. But our lives seem like they've been very different.”

Dick’s face softens. “I think that Jason has spent his whole life fighting. For anything and everything. He's not going to stop now. You guys’ll figure it out.”

Danny looks at him. “Have you met your soulmate?”

Dick’s whole face lights up. “I have. We knew each other before the switch, but.. it was still a lot of drama and awkwardness at first. I think Bruce almost had a heart attack when it happened, and then an aneurysm when he found out who it was. That was hilarious.”

Dick glances at Danny, saw him biting his lip and twisting his hands together, eyes in his lap. “We had met, but we still had a lot to learn about each other. Getting to know him has been one of the best parts of my life. He’s my best friend.”

Dick reaches over and ruffles Danny’s hair. “Why don't you try to sleep Danny. You'll be meeting him soon.”

Danny nodded, giving Dick a light smile and settling himself into his chair.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dead on main #soulmate au #fanfiction #my writing #danny phantom #jason todd

[its-weeping]

ii. 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ! ‧ ₊˚ ❀

𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

summary: how is it as miguel's wife? (NSFW)

warnings: 18+ smut, suggestive content, like 1 spanish curse word

pairing: miguel o'hara x wife!reader

notes: part 2 of my miguel x wife!reader headcanons! also this is my 2nd time writing smut so it might not be good–

i can see miguel as a classic romantic. it's vague, but mentioning him with gabriella i'd say he's 100% a traditionally romantic guy.

dinner dates, movie dates, picnics, etc.

your husband is respectful, and will not perform pda unless you are comfortable with it. (if you aren't, he'll just stick close to you)

although, he's only a gentleman up until you initiate a heated night. miguel lets you issue a safe word before anything else. he's aware of his rather.. sizable prostate, so it's better to be safe than in the hospital.

your husband is a firm believer of using pet names during sex. ones like baby, my precious, sweet girl, gorgeous, and mami are his go to. (he'll usually say them in spanish since he can't think of the words in english because of the pleasure.)

a heavy groan ripes from miguel's throat as he finishes inside you for seemingly the 7th time tonight.

the male smirks upon seeing your trembling state: face flushed with tears, chest rising and falling at a quick pace, and your body littered with his marks.

"you did so good for me, espléndida.. tan jodidamente buena para mi." gorgeous.. so fucking good for me.

miguel praises, kneading your sore thighs out of habit. you take this as a moment to catch your breath, but then yell out your husband's name as he suddenly goes deeper into your cunt.

"did you think i was going to stop there?" miguel's words fly past you as the pleasure builds up once more. your putty in his arms, the feeling of his cock continuously hitting your g-spot erases any other thoughts from your mind.

he has an incredibly large build, so he's always concerned for you and the state of your body after a long night.

your husband having anger issues potentially leads to angry sex every once in a while. his anger doesn't necessarily have to be directed at you.

any aggravation miguel experiences and he's running straight to you to cool off—expect that your ability to walk will be null and void after.

hot and needy kisses / make out sessions when he's missing you terribly.

if miguel is horny enough, he is willing to do it in any semi private area, such as public bathrooms, dressing rooms, etc.

you pant, sweat trickling down your forehead as you grip tighter onto miguel.

"hah– not here, miguel, please."

"no te preocupes, baby, it'll be quick." don't worry,

your husband whispers abut your neck—the area already riddled with scant red marks. you squirm in his hold, desperately wishing not a single soul can hear you both so you could let loose.

the sensation of miguel's tip against your hole snaps you from your wish making. you bite back a whimper, miguel is half way in you and it burns.

"but– mm– what if someone hears us?"

"then so be it."

aftercare comes with his service, it's not an add-on but a requirement.

you're consistently grateful for miguel's unfailing need to take care of you after a long night, and no matter what, you always return the gesture.

regardless of your husband being a traditional guy when it comes to wooing you, fucking you is quite different.

he's not so traditional in the bedroom, and will try whatever it is you want to do. (he's head over heels for you so nothing is really off limits, but no illegal things...)

miguel might have a breeding kink—could possibly be because of his more animalistic instincts.

when the idea of breeding you comes to him, it'll be the only thought he has for the next few days.

© its-weeping — do not plagiarize or translate.

#18+ minors dni #atsv miguel o’hara #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara hcs #miguel o'hara headcanons #x reader #smut #miguel o'hara smut #smut hcs #fanfiction #fanfic

[perrywrites]

Aaaaahhhhhh!!!! Your writings are so good! Can I ask for Ness, Kunigami, and Nagi to fill out the roster for the “mumbling ‘i want you inside me’” blurbs you got going on? If you’re not too busy of course! Idk which characters exactly you write for tho so it’s cool if you forego Ness or smth

YES, I was already writing Shidou, so I wrote Nagi and Kunigami with him as well. The cutie Ness will have to wait his turn (if there is one, I'll see if I'm inspired) 😞😞😞 BUT ALSO, having Kunigami and Shidou on one list feels illegal and wrong ngl LOLOL, thank you so much for liking my writing 🥺🥺🥺

Absentmindedly murmuring that you want him inside of you during practice part 4;

NSFW 

Includes; Nagi, Kunigami, Shidou

Part 1 (Isagi, Hiori, Bachira) and part 2 (Chigiri, Reo) and part 3 (Barou, Kaiser) and part 5 (Sae, Rin, Karasu, Otoya, Yukimiya)

Nagi: he only knows you’re here when Reo elbows him, telling him that you’re here, except this time Reo is snickering in a way that confuses him. Why is he laughing? What’s so funny about you being here? Nevertheless, unanswered questions fading away in his head, he turns to see you across the field, and he waves at you - but there’s something weird about you. Although you wave back, like you would usually do, it’s not an energetic kind of wave. It’s more lethargic, hand barely raised, and something about you seems like you’re not really there. Right now you kind of seem like the zombies he shoots in his games. Concerned and confused, he blinks at your weird behaviour, but he saves it until his break. The moment he gets his chance, he’s making his way over to you, but the closer he gets to you, the more… confused he starts to feel; your state doesn’t seem as similar to a zombie’s as he initially thought. You’re certainly seeing him, that’s for sure, but your eyes are weird. They’re all opaque and dazed, as if you’re delirious from a fever of sorts. He doesn’t know why, but something about your glassy eyes makes him antsy. “... You there?” And it’s when your dreamy smile widens, your head tilting, that he realizes even before the words leave your mouth exactly what is up with you. Ah, so that’s it. You need him right now. That’s what those eyes are for, yes, he remembers. That’s how you look up at him sometimes when he’s trying to get you into bed. Except, you’ve never said the kind of thing you just said, and those sultry words send heat straight down to his cock. Something in that breathy tone of yours tugs at his heart and he becomes restless. What are you doing to him? He shifts on his feet slightly. You can’t do this to him right now. Not right now. Don’t look at him like that right now, it’s making him think of you in a way that’s going to make going back to practice really hard - pun intended. The only kind of thoughts that are sitting in his head now are all images of him making you cry on his cock, using that pussy of yours until you pass out, pounding away until your voice is ruined. And, ah, shit, well. He can no longer deny himself, it’s too hard to resist this urge and go back to practice. So when Reo comes to tell him that practice is about to start, all he mutters is a quiet “sorry Reo” before he grabs you by the arm and drags you off somewhere. You’re the one that started this, you can take responsibility by letting him go as many times as he wants, right? 

Shidou: the moment he catches that hazy gaze of yours, he’s busting his ass laughing right on the field, yelling to his teammates something about how he’s eager to score even harder with his girl looking all cute for him. Rin is the one that tells him to shut up - both of them somehow seem destined to stick together, joining the same exact league, both bemoaning their misfortune. All Shidou does is almost start a fight, taunting Rin back in response, telling him that if he’s so jealous he should stop being loveless and go get with someone already so he can hop off of Shidou’s dick already. Of course, the rest of their teammates and coach have to get involved to calm both of their asses down, and so there’s an unplanned break. Immediately, first things first, he heads over to you, all amused, noting how you’re still looking at him like that, all lovesick and yearning. Shit, damn, you’re gonna make him catch a public indecency case. “Shit sweetheart, you’re looking like you want to milk my cock, huh? Want me to bust my load inside of you or something?” Turns out, that’s exactly what you wanted, because you say that - say that you want him inside of you. Well then, he didn’t expect that - usually in the face of his desire (for you, you, only you), you had a tendency to be a bit more shy. That was nice, getting to tease you and watch you get flustered, then have you make all of those lewd sounds and faces for him - but… There was something about you being all bold and blunt like this about wanting him to fuck you that got his blood pumping. It made him want to go the extra mile in fucking you - even though he already always goes full out when fucking you -  try out new positions and breed you in each and every single one, shoot his burning hot cum right into your womb as he holds you down and your perfect pussy flutters around his cock again and again. He won’t even take his cock out this time, leave it in until he gets hard enough to fuck you again and again and again - he’ll give it all to you, he’ll get you fucking pregnant, fuck his cum into you until he’s sure of conception, shit. You want that, don’t you? Just the same as him, yeah? Of course you do, you’re just as much of a fucking pervert as him. So within a moment of you saying something that hot, he has already made the decision of pumping his seed into you right then and there. That’s why he immediately picks you up, throwing you onto his shoulder and you yelp - confused and disoriented as he starts carrying you off, warning everyone to not enter the showers for the next hour or so unless they want to hear him giving it to you good. Rin scoffs from the side, glaring, saying something about practice, but Shidou laughs, having none of it. “Fuck off virgin eyelashes, impregnating my girl takes priority~” You hear Rin muttering something about him not being a virgin beneath his breath, but that’s no longer your concern. You’ve lent fuel to a forest fire and now it’s going to burn through the whole country, don’t think you can walk after how hard he fucks you. After all, Shidou Ryusei loves invitations, especially if it’s the kind you give. Although, your biggest concern soon will definitely be how you’re going to face the rest of his teammates after they inevitably hear all those raunchy sounds you’re 100% sure Shidou will make sure you’re unable to suppress...

Kunigami: although he’s not exactly an oblivious guy, he’s not exactly the most conscious guy either when it comes to this kind of stuff. He never really knew when a girl crushed on him or swooned over his gentlemanly behaviour up until he got a confession. That still holds true even now, but you’re not exactly ever ‘subtle’ - case in point, those very obvious bedroom eyes you’re giving him at the moment. He feels his ears burn, face warm - not because of physical exertion - as he tries to ignore your eyes absolutely burning through his back. Why are you looking at him like that right now? Are you even aware of the kind of dreamy expression you’re making? You don’t seem like it. God, you’re distracting him, completely. The things he’d do to be alone with you right now - goddammit, he feels like a pervert now. When his break arrives and he goes over to you, the fervent blush only deepens - you’re still looking at him like you want him to claim you, eyes all hooded and dazed, pouty lips parted open. “Hey…” He curses himself for his awkwardness even with his own girlfriend, keeping his eyes averted from you as he rubs the back of his neck. “… You good?” Is that all he can say? Really? Wow, great going Kunigami, what a great job. But before he can berate himself any further for his awkwardness - he’s always a little shy when it comes to the more intimate side of your relationship - you say something that has him sputtering, eyes wide as he looks at you. Did you - did you really just say that? The way your lips twitch up into a small smile is enough of a confirmation, and he feels his heart beat intensely beneath his broad ribcage. How do you - how do you just… say things like that. “You… You sure do love to tease me, huh…?” And then he falls silent, shifting on his leg as you giggle lightly at his words, the sound of your voice making him shiver slightly now. Do you even know what you do to him? How you make him want to push your legs up right into your chest and just pound away? Fuck you into the bed as you cry out his name? Claim you, over and over again, make you sore and exhausted as he uses your body until you’re full of his cum. Fuck, god. He should be thinking of kicking balls right now, scoring goals, but instead his head grows empty and blood rushes down to the wrong head. Why are you like this? Why do you do this to him? He curses beneath his breath, willing the wrong head to go back to sleep, and he catches you staring at the bulge all yearningly and - ah fuck, he can’t play like this. He grabs your hand and pulls you up. You’re coming with him and helping him deal with the ‘problem’ you caused, okay? Hopefully he can get a quick round in before the break finishes, or well, if he can’t… He might as well fuck you for as long as he pleases.

Also I finally realized there's a character limit per block thingy LMFAO, I couldn't figure out what was the problem the last two times and just did 2 characters I'm such an idiot 😭😭😭

#blue lock #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk nagi #nagi seishiro #blue lock nagi #nagi smut #nagi x reader #nagi x you #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi seishiro x you #bllk shidou #shidou ryusei #shidou x reader #shidou x you #shidou smut #bllk kunigami #kunigami rensuke #kunigami x reader #kunigami smut #blue lock kunigami #kunigami x you

[theabigailthorn]

Have you considered moving to america? you know there are a lot of blond americans in america, and most of them would be absolutely enchanted by a tall lady with a fancy-pants british accent

I've thought about it, for career reasons rather than romance!

It's a difficult question. If I were to move to the US, right now L.A. would be the place to go: I have contacts there and I'm developing projects there. It's likely I'd be able to have a better standard of living out there too. There's also the political angle: if the Conservatives win the next British election there's a nonzero chance I'll have to leave the country because if they pass a national bathroom law and I can't use a women's toilet, I can't go to work on a set or in a theatre! I know the US is worse in a lot of places, but at least over there some politicians are standing up for trans people, some politicians are trans, some cities are refusing to comply with discriminatory laws... There seems to be a better line of defence over there, in some places? The sorts of places I would be going to live anyway. It feels like in the US the extremes are more extreme: some states are worse than Britain, but some are actually better. I think the US entertainment industry is in some ways ahead of the UK on trans issues - I've had British people straight up refuse to work with me cause I'm trans even though that's illegal, and string me along for ages cause they think I'll be a diversity checkbox for them. Whereas in my (admittedly limited) experience American producers are more willing to give me a shot and don't see my transness as an obstacle. The producers of [SUPER REDACTED] are American and they gave me that role even though the character is written as cis and cis women auditioned alongside me! I thanked one of them like, "Hey, this sort of thing has never been done and it's not the sort of thing trans people are usually allowed anywhere near!" and she was like, "Bwuh? You nailed the audition, why wouldn't we give it to you?" I said to her at the wrap party, "The idea that a trans woman could be a [PERFORMER OF THIS TYPE] has not yet entered the minds of anyone outside this room, and when it does it's going to be a gamechanger for all of us." See also Nebula! I pitched Dracula's Ex-Girlfriend to them and they greenlit it 15 days later. Contrastingly, I emailed a pitch deck and pilot episode for a trans-led TV series to a bunch of British production companies back in August and a lot of them haven't even read it yet. I like working for Americans because they just seem to get it on a level that a lot of Brits don't, yet.

On the other hand!

The entire US entertainment industry is about to move to Britain! So, maybe the smart career move is to stay. My family are here, my home is here, and despite everything I do love this country. I would be sad to leave. But we'll see. The next few years are likely to be a little... unusual. My plan right now is to have one foot in both countries, and then perhaps at some point the acting industry will make the decision for me.

[norizz-nation]

Hi can you do a Carlos x French reader smut I want the dynamic to be daddy and baby girl but can you don’t do directly the smut like can you explain before what happened to have them in bed if you can example what they were doing before🥹🫶🏻thx you’re the best🥰💓🫶🏻

Thank you so much sweetheart and I hope I can reach your expectations ❤️

My little angel ❤️

Summary: your parents finally allowed you to go abroad on a vacation and you decided to go to spain where things took a quick turn

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, daddy kink, size kink, choking, praise kink

“Please mum! Im 22 now! I can go out alone” you stated to your mum as she kept saying no for quite a few times. You then let out a frustrated sigh as your mum said “well just dont do anything illegal and dont get in trouble okay?” you then rolled your eyes and couldn’t help but laugh at what she just said. “Aweh mum dont worry” you said as you hugged her tightly.

Honestly you were loving Spain, the weather, the people, the atmosphere everything was so different than what its in France. It has been 2 days since you’re here, loving your sweet little trip. After roaming around in Madrid for a while you wanted to go to this museum although you didn’t like museums that much.

As you went there you sort of felt lost because you didn’t actually see the museum map before going inside which ended up you wandering here and there. All this time there was this man who was examining every move of yours from distance. You suddenly bumped to a man when you turned around and apologized immediately as you looked up at him who was looking at you with a smirk on his face. “You look like youre lost in this town, lost in this museum. Do you need help baby girl?” He asked, his tone was so polite and gentle. “Baby girl?” You asked as you furrowed your brows and crossed your arms together. He then chuckled at your question and started nodding his head. “I mean, you look really young and innocent. May i know what your name is?” He asked as he looked at you straight in the eye. “Im y/n not baby girl” you said as you rolled your eyes at him and he smiled. “Im carlos by the way. But you dont seem like you’re from here. Are you?” He asked as you shook your head. “No no im actually french” you said. “Wow that’s interesting, i can show you around baby girl” carlos said as he pointed at the main gate to signal you to leave with him and you just smiled.

The whole evening was fun with him, every little jokes he cracked made you laugh so hard. Teaching you a little bit of spanish in between your conversations with him. Everything just seemed great with him. But the “baby girl” nickname just stayed there. “Why do you keep calling me that? I have a name” you said as you laughed a little. “Because you are a baby girl. So beautiful and innocent for this world” he said as he got closer to you. His lips just a few inches away from yours as you started to feel the heat rush through your body. Somehow his presence was so powerful that you could just give yourself to him. You parted your lip a little as you tried to lean in but Carlos grabbed your face and snapped you back to reality. “Oh, you try to be so wild in front of me but inside you’re just a sweet little angel, so naive and sweet” he said as his thumb started to caress your lips as the need inside of you grew much more than before.

“Youre so innocent baby girl. Oh the things I would love to do to you, right now” he said that was just like a whisper in your ear. “Like what?” You asked as you looked up at him with doe eyes. “Oh you’ll know soon, you’ll know” he said as he came more closer, letting your heart beat faster than before. Your whole body stiffened as he felt him pull away and smirk just inches away from your lips, teasing you to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore as you let out a frustrated sigh. “Being frustrated wont help baby girl, come with me” he said as he turned around to look at you with a cocky smile on his face.

The fragrance his house had was so warm and welcoming as you sat on the couch and carlos brought a bottle of wine and placed it on the table. After a couple of drinks you started to feel carlos’ cologne more in your nose. You just wanted to wrap your hands around him. The tension grew stronger between you two.

Carlos then came closer to you as he placed his huge hands on your thigh chuckling at the sight that you are so small. "Fuck baby girl, you're really small for me. But dont worry im gonna make it fit in your hole. All your holes" he whispered in your ear as shiver ran down your spine and you rubbed your thighs together. "God, look at you. Already needy." he said as he looked down and looked back at you as he came closer to lips and brushed his lips with yours causing you to open your mouth a little but that didn’t help. You then whined and groaned as you looked at him with puppy eyes. “You really think youre gonna get what you want from me just by whining? Not at all angel. Use your pretty little mouth of yours” he said as his hand wrapped around your neck, choking it lightly first then tightening the grip as you gulped at the sight in front of you. He then pulled your t-shirt up and dropped it on the floor as he wrapped his hands around your waist to lift you up and position you properly on your back, as he groaned at the fact that his hands fit perfectly around your waist. “God, even your waist is smaller than my hands” he said as he trailed his finger down your lower abdomen as you started to squirm in his touch again.

He then tucked in your pants and you tried to push it down by grabbing his hand but he was strong enough to stay still and not push it down. “Use. Your. Words” he said, his tone so cold as you whined out. “I-i want you” you managed to say. “No its not good enough baby girl. Tell me properly” he said as he unzipped your pants slowly. “I want y-you to fuck me. P-please” you said whining as you ran your hands over his chest. “Yeah thats more like it” he said as he grabbed your hand and kissed it. He then pulled your pants down along with your underwear and did the same with himself.

Carlos brushed his tip at your entrance that made wet sounds from your pussy as a string of slick connected with his dick to your pussy as he groaned at the sight. “Fuck baby girl, your pussy is so small for me. Can you take it like a good little girl you are? Take it all for me?” He said as he caressed your face and you nodded impatiently. He then went inside of you slowly and stayed still for a moment until you started to rock your hips against him. At first his thrusts were slow and gentle but he went deep inside of you every time. “Fuck carlos, stop teasing me” you said as you bucked your hips up. “Beg for it baby girl” he said as he smirked at you. “F-fuck me harder daddy p-please!” You pleaded as he choked you again and kissed your ear before saying “daddy huh? youre that needy?” you just nodded as he went faster and you dig your nails in his forearms. “Fuck fuck f-fuuuck yes!” You screamed out.

Carlos then pulled your legs above his shoulder and kissed your ankles as he continued to fuck you. The heat between you two, the intensity, everything was just too much to handle. “You look like an angel baby girl” he said as he groaned. “My little angel” he threw his head back as his breathing got heavier. “Daddy i-im gonna c-cum so bad, fuck” you said as your back started to arch uncontrollably. “Me too baby girl, me too” he said breathlessly. You both got down from your high when carlos kissed you, so softly that it made you melt. His kiss was so sweet and gentle.

“Wanna watch the stars?” He asked out of nowhere as he kissed your forehead. “Yes” you said that was like a whisper. You both then went to the terrace as you snuggled in his arms and watched the stars. His finger twirling in your back as he rested his face on your head. “When are you gonna go back to France?” He asked softly, his voice sounded like he wanted you to stay there forever, with him. “Tomorrow evening” you said as you looked up at him and saw his face froze as he said nothing. You sat back up with a concerned look on your face. “I can come visit you again if you want carlos” you said as you cupped his face and his face started to fall. His eyes begging you to stay. “Or maybe I can go visit you” he said, his voice started to break a bit. You smiled and nodded. “Yeah exactly” you said. “Promise me you’ll come back again” carlos said as he came closer to you. You then hugged him tightly “i promise carlos” you reassured him as you felt tear in the corner of your eye.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

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[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Here, have a casual glimpse into my thought patterns and creative process:

*just scrolling about Tumblr and vibing to "Too Much Wine" by The Fratellis*

Too much wine?

Mihawk?

Mihawk drunk??

Wait wait wait WAIT what are they all like drunk?

GASP s h i n y h e a d c a n o n s

BLANK DOCUMENT HERE I FCKEN COME—

So anyway here's some headcanons about drinking too much (insert adult beverage of choice) with the OPLA boyos.

Implied that Reader is already in a relationship with each character in question.

I shall call it.......

HAMMERED

OPLA!Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, Mihawk, Buggy X AFAB!Reader

NSFW Headcanons

Kinda Kinktober I guess? Borderline shitpost, I had way too much fun with this.

♫♬♫ Too Much Wine - The Fratellis ♫♬♫

I'll take the mead from the table

Talk straight while I'm able

Until I'm nothin' less than a crime

Zoro

"Y'know, I actually have four swords, but we're gonna have to go somewhere more private if you wanna see the other one."

Rum, sake, beer, wine, whatever you're down for drinking so is he.

Zoro's got incredibly high endurance and stamina—it's going to take a while for him to show that it's affecting him at all, but once it does, he goes from zero to one hundred faster than you can say "onigiri."

Literally no in between, no tipsy or buzzed. Just sober and then stumbling over his own feet and swearing he absolutely is not drunk the whole time.

All those repressed emotions that he hides behind a mask of dry sarcasm on a day to day basis are coming out in full effect.

That means you're getting one of two Zoros—goofy Zoro or sad Zoro.

Goofy Zoro's going to have his arm around your shoulders, laughing his ass off about that time he caught that idiot Marine brat swinging his sword around bare-ass naked so he chopped off half his hair.

He's likely to get pretty flirty in this state, even downright playful, especially if you initiate it, and it's almost definitely going to end in him dragging you somewhere private to fuck your brains out, because his restraint is totally out the window at this point.

If you end up with sad Zoro, he'll be laying his head in your lap and slurringly asking whether or not you think he's ever really going to be the best swordsman in the world, probably still beating himself up over losing to Mihawk.

Just comb your fingers through his hair and do your best to reassure him that you love him and genuinely believe in him. Whether it works or not, he's going ti end up falling asleep in your lap, so be prepared to be stuck there for a while.

"But like...you really think, like, I can beat that bird-eyed bastard? I mean he fucked me up with a goddamn butterknife."

Sanji

"There we are—a beautiful drink for a beautiful woman."

Turbo Flirt Mode: activated.

Sanji is all for pairing wine with food, but if you're looking to get a little sideways, he's going to want to show off his mixology skills to impress you—and he's going to be making some dangerous concoctions, the kind that taste like there's not a drop of booze in them.

The more lit he gets, the less subtle the flirting. If you thought he was clingy sober, you are in for a surprise, because that's just the tip of the iceberg.

Head on your shoulder, puppy dog eyes, telling you how pretty you are and how much he adores you every thirty seconds, with a big silly grin like you're the most amazing thing he's ever seen.

Brushing his lips along your neck and murmuring all the things he's going to do to you once the two of you are behind closed doors later—and he means every one of them, because you're utterly irresistible to him in this state.

He wants you giggling and blushing just as much as he wants you moaning and trembling under his touch.

Super playful once you are alone, even moreso than usual. He's definitely going to suggest doing body shots, he will beg if he has to, but honestly who in their right mind is going to turn him down?

"You're just...just so—so beautiful—honestly, it should be illegal."

Shanks

"Hold—hold my rum—no, no, just for a moment, I wanna see if I can do a backflip off the railing—"

Spoiler alert: he can't. Now he's lying on the quarterdeck alternating between hysterical laughter and "Oh God that hurt—"

Probably the most fun drunk in the world, but he can be a hazard to his own health as his judgement begins to lapse so someone's going to have to keep an eye on him.

If you're at a tavern or otherwise public location, do not under any circumstances let the man out of your sight for more than two seconds. He turns into a straight-up child, he can and will wander off, and you'll find him a mile away on top of a building, likely half-naked and singing sea shanties at the top of his lungs, with no clue as to how he got up there...or how to get back down.

He's developed quite a high tolerance over the years and tends mostly toward dark rum, though he won't turn down a stein of ale or beer.

Total life of the party energy—telling jokes and stories, he just wants to see everyone laughing and having the absolute best time.

Super, super flirty, he may as well have written the book on pick-up lines; and he doesn't care that you're already together, he's going to drop every single one of them on you just to see how much he can make you giggle or roll your eyes.

He's very likely to pull you onto his lap at some point and make out with you like no one's watching—he already doesn't really care who sees when you're both sober, but he really doesn't care after a little too much rum, so it's probably best to coax him to bed at this point.

He's perfectly happy with cuddling up, laying his head on your chest and draping his arm over you, just humming in contentment and falling asleep together...but if you want more, don't expect to get much sleep, because he wants you lasciviously.

To taste every inch of you, to suffocate between your thighs until you're screaming, to pull you onto his cock and watch you ride him until you're both too breathless and exhausted to do anything but tangle yourselves together in the sheets and drift off to sleep between slow, sensual kisses.

"Oh, princess, just when I catch my breath, you make me lose it all over again."

Mihawk

"If you insist on being such a brat about this, you're going to get what's coming to you."

Mihawk has a strong drive to be in total control of himself and everything happening around him at all times, which means he doesn't tend toward getting drunk.

But...he also has this wee little problem with his ego being larger than the entire volume of every combined ocean in the world. If you imply that you could drink him under the table...he's probably going to sneer and tell you to quit being a brat, but he's also going to be quite driven to prove you wrong.

He does love his wine, but it's generally only a glass or two to wind down and relax—he's definitely got a nice bottle of aged bourbon or eau de vie tucked away somewhere that's going to be coming out, because he's got something to prove now.

Unfortunately for him, due to the fact that he so rarely drinks heavily...he's a bit of a lightweight. Which he won't admit even to himself.

But it barely takes a single lowball of harder liquor to get that pale complexion of his a little flushed.

Perhaps just over three for him to start blinking a bit harder than normal in a futile attempt to get his vision to focus, to start speaking a bit slower to attempt to hide the slight slur in his words as you taunt him about it—which honestly only makes it more pronounced, and more amusing.

You had best enjoy it, because it's probably the only time you're going to hear the words, "Fine, you win," come out of his mouth—as well as perhaps the only time he won't be miffed about conceding. The alcohol in his system has him loosened up just enough that he can't pretend he doesn't find your boldness and sass at least a bit endearing...and even more alluring.

That being said, you're still getting punished for it, teased within an inch of your sanity, and he's going to enjoy every single second of it.

Setting his glass aside, plucking yours from your hand, pinning your hands above your head with a devilish smirk and slowly undressing you, his eyes on yours the entire time.

Trailing his fingertips across your bare skin, drawing closer and closer but never quite giving you want you want, his lips barely brushing against your neck, reminding you in an amused murmur in your ear that he could easily do this all night.

You did have the audacity to challenge him, after all—he has no choice but to remind you who's in charge.

"What is it, my little bird? Did you think you were going to get a consolation prize? You're still going to have to beg."

Buggy

"Bet you two thousand Berries I can shotgun two beers at once, watch this—"

And he basically ends up halfway drowning himself, but hey, you're two thousand Berries richer!

Honestly, there's no party like a Buggy party, because a Buggy party doesn't stop until someone loses a limb—probably him.

No, really. Don't let him use his devil fruit abilities. Keep a bucket of sea water on hand if you have to, because he may literally misplace one of his limbs and you're going to have to go on a Chop Chop Scavenger Hunt to help him find it while you're both completely smashed.

If Buggy's drinking, everybody's drinking, and everybody is getting completely fucked up. This is non-negotiable, he thrives on chaos and that's what he's intent on creating.

Anybody who passes out before him is getting something obscene drawn on their face in permanent ink. He can definitely hold his liquor, so if you can keep up with him then you can expect to be the last two living souls left conscious on the whole ship.

That being said, he doesn't care who's awake—things are going to get kinky, and he's really not bothered about anybody watching. Or joining in, for that matter. This whole operation very well may devolve into a drunken orgy if he has any say in the matter.

Then again, it may also devolve into him flopping dramatically across your lap and divulging absolutely all of his trauma in an emotionally-charged alcohol-induced rant. He won't remember it in the morning, so please do him a favor and don't remind him.

"Hey, uhh...I los—I lost my foot again. .....Sor—*hiccup* sorry."

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[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Imagines

enhypen jake mafia special

synopsis: married life with mafia boss jake sim

pairings: jake sim x reader

word count: 3k

warnings: violence, guns, killings and curses. (let me know if i missed some)

important note: if you haven’t read the one shot of jake sim, i suggest for you to read it first. you can find the fic › here

“It was really nice to see you in this meeting, Jake Sim.” the man across the long conference table says that caught Jaeyun’s attention. He leans comfortably to his swivel chair and smirks lightly.

“I couldn’t say the same since this meeting made me leave my family back in Korea.” Jake states without holding back. The man laughs finding how Jaeyun’s straightforward demeanor amusing.

This is one reason why he made it big at the mafia world. He was known for skills in business and how straightforward of a person he is.

“It was only for two weeks. I’m sure your wife can manage?” the teasing smile plastered on his face clicks something inside Jake, despite the uneasy feeling he kept his grin.

“Speaking of your wife, she’s very beautiful. I’ve seen her once at a gala gathering. Stunning lady.” his statement slowly made the grin on the mafia boss fade.

He knew very well that his wife is very beautiful. In fact, she’s the most gorgeous girl that walked in this earth. But as the possessive man that he is, he couldn’t let the diminutive hint of teasing over his tone go.

“She’s mine.” short, but the firmness in every words he emphasize made the smirk at the man in front of him wider.

He chuckles, triggering more of Jake’s temper. Sunghoon on the other hand enters the meeting room with curious eyes. Just by the look over his friend’s face, he knew something’s off.

“I never said she isn’t, Jake.” he raised his hand as a gesture of defeat, smirk still lingering in his ugly face.

Jaeyun fists balled tightly. “Come on, losen up Sim. You wouldn’t ruin this good friendship just for a girl, right?”

He didn’t waste any time and he stood up, his gun pointed right at the man. His men around instantly reacted and like him, guns are ready to shoot anytime. Sunghoon smoothly puts his hands inside his pocket and watches the scene unfold, a yawn escapes his mouth.

“I am not friends with you,” Jake started and with cold blank eyes he tilts his head. “and I can ruin anything for my wife.” he was about to pull the trigger of his gun, but then he felt something points beside his head.

The brother of the man in front of him stoods feets away, “Think about it first, Sim.”

Instead of being scared, Jake smirks and scoffed making the man offended. He was about to talk again, but a gun fire made him lose the ability to. His body fell cold to the ground, blood making a mess to carpeted floor.

The man in front of him was utterly surprised, mouth gapped at the unexpected scene unfolding.

Sunghoon sighed and lightly kicked the body of the guy he just shot dead. No remorse can be seen over his face, “He’s been getting on my nerves. That felt good.” he says like as if what he did is no illegal.

“T-The deal will be o-off if you kill me.” his stuttering almost made him laugh loudly. These type of people is what he hates the most.

His men were all stoned at their position, the intimidating stares Park Sunghoon sending him was enough for them to disobey their boss.

“Your company sucks anyway.” and without batting an eye, Jake clicked his gun ending the man’s life.

His head hit the table, eyes open and blood covering the wooden surface. Sunghoon chuckles, “I guess no deal then?”

Jaeyun sighs and casually grabs his thing. He walks towards the body of the man, he threw the papers they just signed. The white paper almost turns red because of his blood.

They walks outside the meeting hall and straight to the elevator.

“7/10 business deals.” Sunghoon sighs, “Good enough, right? How many count for you this trip?” he asks, eyes looking at his friend through the elevator’s reflection.

Jake sighs, “Five.”

He heard his friends low groan, “Damn. Mine’s ten, dude. My wife will kill me. Can you add that last kill to yours?” Sunghoon sounds stressed that made Jake scoff.

“You killed him tho?”

“To save you!”

“Thanks, brother.” Jake smirks and taps his friend’s shoulder. He shoved it off and clicked the side of his cheeks.

“Is our plane ready? I want to go home already.” just the thought of you makes Jake wants to teleport himself to your side. He misses you, your hugs, and kisses. He misses all of you. And of course your son.

“Its been waiting for an hour.”

“Great.” and just in time, the elevator door opens.

“Jahan, son?” you knocked over to his door twice and waits for a response. When you heard nothing, you furrowed your brows lightly before tilting your head curiously.

You were about to ask one of your maid if Jahan is down the stairs when he swiftly opened his door. The familiar messy hair of your son was the first thing that greets you, his big doe eyes looked sleepy and his plump reddish lips were pursed a bit.

“Jahan!” you happily greeted.

He went close to give you a short hug as a greetings, “Yeah, Mom?”

Staring at him you couldn’t believe how years passed by too quickly. You can still remember the time Jake saved you from your awful relationship, then you two fell in love and got married. Afterwards you had Jahan and he was so cute when he was a child. Now that he’s fifteen already, he grew into a gorgeous boy and grew a little cold.

“Your dad is almost here. We need to go down and welcome him.”

He nodded his head with no complain so you smiled and raised your hand to fix his messy hair. He moved his head away, grunting a little making you laugh and pout.

“Don’t grow up too fast, please.” you mumbled.

He smirks and fixed his hair himself. “Just give me a sibling already.”

Your eyes grew big at his sudden request. “Jahan Sim? Do you think its that easy?”

He shrugged his shoulders off, “I’ll meet you down in a minute.”

You let out a sigh and just nodded before starting going downstairs. Jake was in a business trip with Sunghoon in Italy so they’ve been gone for two weeks. He wanted so bad to take you with him, but you also have matters to take care of. You said both of you will manage two weeks being away from each other. Thinking of it now, you realized how much you miss your husband.

“Is everything ready for our lunch?” you asked one of your maids when she walks pass by holding a fresh flowers in a vase.

“Yes, Ma’am.” she smiles.

You nodded and fished your phone to go check if Jake messaged something. He did and said that he’s a minute away from your house and that he couldn’t wait to see you, hold you, kiss you and make love to you. A chuckle escaped from your lips because of your husband’s clingy side. Who knew a mafia boss as ruthless as him have this kind of personality? The people that fears him will be super thrilled if they’ve discovered this side of Jake Sim.

“Mr. Sim arrived, Madam.” your head lifts and you nodded as the maid opened the two big doors of your mansion.

Just in time, Jahan walks down from the stairs looking more decent for the arrival of his Father. You smiled and fixed his hair a bit more and this time he didn’t move.

“You missed Dad that much?” he teased and you just playfully glare at him.

Both of you walks outside and numbers of vehicles enters your property. Your husband’s car was the first to park not too far from where you are. He opened the door and gave his key to one of his men waiting for him.

His eyes directly went towards your direction and a small smirk appeared his lips. You waved and he started walking closer, taking off his coat.

“Baby,” he greeted and quickly pulled you into a hug.

“Me or Mom?” Jahan interrupts that made the both of you chuckle.

Jake pulls away and placed a kiss at your lips before turning towards your kid. He messed his hair, his eyes looking lovingly at his child. It made your heart full. These moments are the ones that makes you feel so contented. Seeing the two most important boys in your life is more than enough.

“How’s school, Jahan?” Jake asked while the three of you now enjoy eating lunch together after a while.

“It’s fine, Dad. I’m still part of the top students.” and that made your smile wider.

Jahan is an excellent student. His teachers often compliments him and tells you how great of a student he is. You and Jake don’t really push him to be an honor student or to be first to his class. All you want is for him to study, finish school and have some friends.

You and your husband noticed how he’s not very sociable to other people. He limits the one he talks and interacts with. It’s not a bad thing, but you still want him to have a normal childhood despite being the next heir to the Sim clan.

He does have friends. The kids of your friends is whom he only hangouts with. You are hoping he befriend kids that aren’t from mafia families. You are afraid he will grow up and get his father’s workaholic attitude.

“Do you think Jahan is all right?” you suddenly asked that night, while you two are already alone in your bedroom.

Jake was busy taking out and showing you the stuff he bought you. All the designer bags and clothes just proved how your husband only thinks of you during his business trip. Surely, you didn’t slip off his mind despite being away from esch other. You are very thankful for it and was enjoying, until Jahan went inside your mind.

Jake tilts his head, confused. “What do you mean, baby?” he asks and walked towards the single sofa near your bed. He pulls you closer and made you sat on his lap.

You draws in a big sigh and Jake’s eyes trails from your eyes down to your nose, your cupid’s bow and your lips. Your pretty lips that belongs to him. He smirked by the thought before he leans in and placed a soft gentle kiss at your shoulder blades, and then one over your neck, before putting his hand over it to pull your face down for a kiss on your lips.

A smooch sound errupts your quiet room. You pull away after a couple of seconds, Jake’s lips chasing after yours that made you chuckle. “Did you know what Jahan told me a while ago?”

Jake stared at you with his drunk-like eyes, he seemed uninterested about it and all he can think of is your lips. He tilts his head trying hard to focus on what you’re saying.

“What?‘” he asks gently.

“He said he wants a sibling.”

Now you totally caught his attention because a grin made its way towards your husband pretty face. He looked dangerously hot and the way his hands caress your sides aren’t helping at all. He was always touchy and clingy, nothing new to you, but the effect it gives you never changed.

“Really, huh?” he whispers teasingly and he leaned closer your body, making his lips touch your shoulder blades. His eyes looks up at you, filled with nothing but love and desire.

“Do you think we should start thinking about having our second baby?” you ask innocently. It was a big deal for you and you’ve always thought that being prepared is an important key point in building family.

“Do you want to have another baby?”

Your lips pursed, “Its not just what I want, Jake. We need to be deciding this together. Do you want another child?”

Jake’s lips settled at your skin, the heat sending it bothers you in a pleasing way. His eyes lightens at what you asked and the his eyes turned doe gave you an impression that he wants to tell you a lot of things.

He leaned away and then reached over your ears. The way his lips gently grazes your skin send thousand of volts in you. It made you feel things only him can do.

“Why don’t I just show you how much I want it?” he whispered in a husky voice before you yelped because he started carrying you towards your shared bed.

He moves his face and easily found your lips. Your arms locked around his neck trying to pull him as close as possible. Jake’s too eager on making you feel good. He was determined to express his overwhelming love for you through making love.

“I love you so much,” he says between the heated sweet kisses. “I am very excited to make our family bigger with you.” and he carefully pushes your delicate body to the bed as he hovers above you.

“Looks like some people’s having fun at a broad daylight!” Jace exclaimed as he stood over the railings, looking at whatever it is beneath them. From the third floor of their school building, the view of the small lounge where students can hang out is what you will see.

Jahan’s eyes follows what his friend was looking as he felt a presence beside him. He saw a couple of students below them at the lounge. Just by the mere look of it, they’re making fun of the girl in front of them.

She’s on her knees while the students around her obviously bullies her. Jahan silently watched and rested his elbows at the railings. He knew who the girl was. She’s from his class and often made fun of by his classmates. Seems like being a scholar surrounded by kids who thinks money is everything is a big struggle.

“Who are they even?” Jace asks again.

Alana, his twin sister joined them and as expected not happy with the scene.

“Some low class mafia kids! They annoy me so much!” her soft voice was distinct and very familiar with Jahan already.

The tall figure beside Jahan shifts his weight so he can face Alana better. “Why? What did they to you?” Sin’s question was like a trap. Jahan was sure that with Alana’s words, Sin will no doubt go there and mess with them.

Jahan smirks and looked back at the scene.

“Of course not to me! I meant to her,” she says, totally feeling bad. “to Amara.” she added.

‘Amara’ Jahan repeats to his mind. He doesn’t know what he thinks of her honestly. He doesn’t even know how he can remember her when he really don’t care about the people around him.

“Maybe they target her because she’s really beautiful.” she sighs, frustrated.

“Who?” Sin asks.

Alana rolls her eyes, “Are you not listening? I said Amara!”

Sin scoffed, “You’re prettier.”

Jahan shakes his head off, refusing to listen to his friend being too simp for Alana. He still cannot understand how can his friend be so rough towards other people and too soft for her. It’s funny for him. Hilarious.

“Well, she is pretty.” Jace leans over the railing with a grin on his face. Jahan glanced at his way and unconsciously send cold glares to his friend. He wasn’t aware of it at all and he can’t understand the emotion slowly sparkles inside of him.

“I heard they started that when she rejected Ken.”

The three boys looks at Alana and her stares down at the scene with sad eyes. Jace snorted and pinched his twin’s nose before he facing his back at the railing.

“I will reject Ken too if I were her. He’s pathetic.”

Jahan’s eyes slowly trailed back at them. Amara’s head is hanging low while one of the girls stood in front of her. She grabbed her hair, yanking it. Her friends laughed at the scene while they even record it using their phones.

The bell rang and their group of friends started going to their class. Sin has his arm around Alana’s shoulder as they talk about something. Jace’ beside Jahan, waving and winking at the girls they walk pass by. He rolls his eyes, used but still annoyed about his friend's antics.

Their day goes on normally, the young generation of famous mafia clans are unstoppable. Jahan’s group of friends are strict when interacting with other students, keeping their circle small and limited to people that have the same status as them.

“See you tonight at the party, boys!” Alana cheerfully waves at them while one of their men hold the car’s door for her.

“Send me a pic of your dress so I’ll match with you.” Sin requested that Alana just agreed on before entering their vehicle. Jace follows after sending a short salute to their friends.

Sin didn’t waste a time to ride his service after nodding at Jahan. One of his bodyguard held the door for him, he went inside both hands inside his pocket. As their vehicle left the vicinity of their school, Jahan’s mind went blank. It was the usual boring ride way home until his eyes caught a familiar face.

“Stop.” his words instantly made his driver stop their car. His eyes looked at the group of students by the side of the road. They were pushing the poor girl making her fell to the floor.

She looked pitiful, but Jahan isn’t someone who pity people. So when he went out and started walking towards that circle, he doesn’t fully understand why. His presence were quickly noticed by the crowd, eyes growing out of surprise and fear.

“J-Jahan!” one greeted.

He didn’t spare them a glance and went straight to cary the girl over his arms.

“Wait!” one stopped him that he obliged.

He craned his neck to look at her. She gulped, scared of his intimidating aura. The words she ought to say long forgotten.

“From now on if you mess with her, you mess with me.” and without saying anything nor waiting for their responses, Jahan walks towards their car while carrying the girl in his arms.

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[chatsukimi]

POV. STREATRACER!TOJI asks to borrow your last name.

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“What do you mean you don’t want your last name printed on your uniform?”

Toji, your trust fund racer and favourite bet, shrugs. “Already said, I won’t race with the name Zen’in.”

You sit down at your desk. It’s after school, and you and the spoiled soon-to-be college reject are sitting in the classroom.

You throw your hands up. “But why? What’s bad about Zen’in?”

“Everything,” he deadpans.

Staring at the guy for a flat five seconds, you realise he won’t change his mind, or explain himself, which you should have expected from a guy going broke despite his millionaire family.

Toji props himself up on the desk beside yours, leaning on his knees as though thinking. A few seconds pass.

He offers, “why don’t I use yours?”

“My what?”

“Your last name,” he suggests, breezing through the prospect at horrifying speed. “It works. You’re sponsoring me anyways.”

You blink twice. Delayed reaction.

“What?!” you squeak out.

Toji smirks, leaning on his palm watching you. “What?” he repeats, playing innocent. He sports a smug look in his green eyes and even bothers to scan your notebook splayed out on your desk, reading your last name out loud to himself. “Nice.”

No. Not nice. They’ll assume you're- you're- your cheeks heat up.

He looks at you, bearing a smile that's all teeth. 'We could be cousins.'

The guy even dares to pat you on the shoulder at that. You shake him off. No one at the race would believe you two are related.

"No."

'No?' he echoes, cocking his head, tempting you to speak. 'What could we be then?'

"We can be... can be..." you think to yourself, before noticing his hands landing on your shoulder, massaging them like a habit. He's sauntered over from his chair.

Comforting, but still...

Bad habit.

Your heart stutters.

Baaad habit.

"Hm?" He chuckles when he sees you realise. "What would we be?"

You swallow, the small proximity between the two of you taking your mind on a field trip; him standing behind your seat and you, fidgeting your hands under the desk like crazy.

"Nothing."

He raises an eyebrow.

"I don't think taking your last name means nothing," he presses, serious.

How is he saying this with such a straight face? You're looking anywhere in the classroom but Toji, hoping he might just drop the subject. What's wrong with his last name anyways? What is he even insinuating? Does he really-

"I don't think I'll get tired of that face in ten years' time," he states.

Toji Zen'in is a blunt guy. When he said he hates his last name, he meant it. When he says he wants yours, well, no one's calling this guy a liar, are they?

It's been a while since you started sponsoring his races, and he's grown accustomed to your face in the stands. Always too far away, though. You always have on that dispassionate expression as a gambler, as though he's one of the rest.

For once, he cannot be just one of the rest.

“I'm... not sure what you mean." Your eyes move to the sunset outside, ignoring the way you bite your lip.

He studies your face for a minute before smirking again. "You're dabbling in illegal motorsports and can't look me in the eye."

You wince.

You murmur, "well then maybe you should say directly what you mean then."

You're so cute like this, pretending you don't like him too.

He walks around the table to face you properly. All of a sudden you can imagine your name on his back as he gets into the vehicle to race, as the stands to hear the cheers of the crowd. He'd wear it well. He coughs to get your attention.

“I’m saying.” He places his hands on his hips, shrugging as he goes. “Maybe let's be married. Just one day.”

Only, he doesn't intend for it to be one day. He wants you to remember your last name on him, keep the moment in your head; he'll wear it better than anyone else.

…

It is at that moment when the times come out and the trophies are awarded that he drapes his arm around your waist. The wink he throws your way, accomplice. Spectators ask what's his name.

And this is the moment you become more than his financier or the bets you place on him to win.

He speaks it into the microphone, proud for the stadium, the world. to hear.

And this is the moment you glance up at him with more than just a shallow smile, saying 'congrats'.

The word reverberates over the race track in a powerful wave.

He spoke into the microphone and the name is yours.

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[faeriekit]

I've been thinking about Bad Parents Jack and Maddie, and how they aren't great even in canon. So like, Vlad actually interacting with them more, as his obsession switches Danny, and just...eyes opening nd falling out of love with Maddie. So he realizes he needs therapy, but as he is what he is and what he has done, well, that makes things difficult. So, Harley Quinn?

I basically almost answered this with a mini rehash of "the Fenton family safety situation is often misrepresented by newer fans who haven't seen a lot of the show" but I mostly realized that wasn't the point, so let me get my act together.

You have activated my trap card, which is "I used to do psych stuff as my main field before I did library stuff", and I can't believe that Harleen Quinzel, known criminal and incredibly visible villain, would still have her license. Like. Even excepting the crime stuff, having her license revoked due to breaking the Hippocratic oath, or straight up having an ethics board boot her personally, I don't think Harley Quinn would have prioritized the NJ medical license renewal. That has to be attended to once every two years. Failure to keep up to date means no practicing in the state of NJ, baby.

If this is happening, Harley is offering services Under The Radar.

Like...probably this is through a service like Betterhelp. Almost no one tracks the actual paperwork for the advisors on Betterhelp. I can see Harley signing on in her pajamas eating ice cream as she gets nostalgic for the life she led when she had stuff going for her career-wise. Vlad, meanwhile, saw a youtube ad and is flinging spaghetti at the wall to see what sticks.

Anyway, Vlad and Harley sharing illegal psych sessions over Betterhelp while eating ice cream and talking shit is such a visual. I wish them all the best.

#edit: also I initially read this as Danny getting therapy from Harley and now have some extra text from that #also also: I bet Harley sends him psych meds in the mail. Vlad might not notice loose meds in an envelope are probably illegal 💀 #or you know. Maybe he doesn't care #Harley was a psych her 'prescriptions' are probably accurate enough if currently SUPER illegal #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dpxdc #free to a good home #ALSO DO NOT USE BETTERHELP THEY SELL YOUR DATA AND DO NOT HAVE CREDIBLE MENTAL HEALTH PROFESSIONALS

[starscabaret]

Hear me out…

Jaden getting addicted to reader’s smile as she becomes his own addiction

Smile Struck Introduction

pairing: yandere! Hood Drug Dealer Jaden 💸 x Fem Reader

summary : meeting of course, its a little long but enjoy n give feedback! I love Jaden omg

warnings: drugs will be involved in most of his stories… he’s a drug dealer duh! and cursing

Authors note : check out my oc profiles to learn more about jaden

Jaden liked to drive to clear his head. Of course, he could relax at home. But something about driving with no purpose other than to think and listen to music calmed him. There was no destination, that would ruin the relaxation. He just drove until he felt calm. He could think straight. Breathe easy. 

And he loved his car. He cared for it like it was his first and only child. He never let his car get dirty. Never missed an oil change. Hell, he never even let the gas go below a quarter of a tank. His car was just one of the things he was proud of. His career choice although illegal, he was proud of.

He always made sure his family was straight. He played it safe, he had little to no enemies, and his criminal record was clean. He also had respect. In his hood, people knew and respected him. He didn’t sell to kids, he didn’t go around starting fights, and he didn’t bring the cops snooping around in the area. 

It was a Monday night, people weren’t exactly blowing up his phone trying to get served, so he had time for his relaxing drive. As his drive neared its end he stopped at a nearby gas station. His car would attract attention of course, but nothing most folks weren’t used to. This was the inner city, with plenty of tricked-out cars. 

He wanted a pack of gum and a bottle of water. Also to fill his beloved car with premium gas. He loved to chew gum. Later you’d notice when you kissed him you could taste it. 

He hopped back on the highway to head home. He felt great. Things were good for him. Business was good. Life was good. His mom didn’t have to worry about much. That’s what mattered most to him. 

A smile on his face as he drove, was soon removed. He felt the powerful jolt of another car hitting his rear. He was a player but not too player for a seatbelt luckily. He was unharmed …. But his most prized possession was not. His jaw clenched as he unbuckled his seatbelt to get out of his car and assess the damage. Oh, and curse the other driver the fuck out! 

They were 100 percent at fault. They rear-ended him. He would never drive so recklessly not in his baby! When he stepped out of his car he was bombarded by you.

“OH MY GOD, ARE YOU OK??? IM SO FUCKING SORRY PLEASE DO NOT CALL THE POLICE!!!”, you screamed frantically with tears streaming down your face. In your disheveled state, you grabbed him, hands all over his chest checking for injuries. 

Wow, you were breathtaking even in tears and in shock. He had expected some ugly ass old man had hit his car. Not you, the most gorgeous woman he had seen in a while. He had to get on your good side. So instead of cursing you out as previously planned he grabbed your hands and held them to his chest, “I’m fine, are you ok? no cops sweetness I promise.”

“Oh hello, my goodness, yes I’m ok, but I’m sure my car isn’t, and I don’t even want to think about what I’ve done to yours.” You replied hands still in his against his chest.

“Don’t worry we’ll get it fixed, from the looks of it mine is still drivable… but yours … you should probably call your man to pick you up.” He was fishing, he hoped and prayed you didn’t have a man. And even if you did, no one he couldn’t get rid of.

“Uh no actually I don’t have a boyfriend, I’ll call my dad, he’s going to kill me …fuck.” With that realization, you began to sob. Cute, you were a little crybaby. 

“Shh shhh, I can drive you, and I can get it towed I know a guy it’s free.” He cooed; he already didn’t like to see you cry. Especially if he could fix it. He had tons of connections, none with a tow truck though, no worries he’d pay. 

“No that’s too much, I fucked your car up, and now you’re helping me, you should be getting my information and taking my dumb ass to court.” You replied. 

“Oh yeah that, let’s exchange information, I just need your name and number my insurance company can sort the rest out.” That was a lie, he didn’t plan on filing a claim, and he had enough cash on him to cover the repairs. But he did need your name and number. 

“Of course, it’s f/n l/n, 000-000-0000” you spoke while he inserted it in his phone and texted the tow company. 

“Got it, my guy is on the way with the tow truck, oh and I know a nice repair shop it’ll be the cheapest I told him to take it there. I’m sure I can get you a low price.” Now that was the truth, his uncle had one of the best repair shops in the city. The price would be free because he would pay and not tell you. 

“My gosh I can’t thank you enough sir, you are so nice, especially considering the circumstances” You couldn’t believe the kindness and mercy of this handsome … very handsome stranger after you hit his very expensive car. 

“No problem, it’s what I do. You can call me Jaden, not sir, sweetness. Hop in, I’ll take you wherever you need.” He replied with a smirk. 

And that’s when he saw it…. Your smile. Your smile was so big, bright, and beautiful. He swore he almost fell over. Your smile was natural he could tell you never had braces but cared for your teeth. They weren’t fake like the veneers lots of girls would get these days, they were natural in color. He swore he could count all 32 of them. 

You were gorgeous before. but something about that smile. It did things to him, his mind, his body. He knew he would do literally anything to keep that smile on your face. Whatever it took, whatever he could do. And if it was something he couldn’t, he’d become a better man for you so he could. 

He had to see you again. He had to make you want him like he wanted … no needed you. Even though you had nearly demolished the back side of his first love, and when he thought about the damage, he damn near threw up. You had given him the opportunity to insert himself into your life, so maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. 

So, as he drove to your apartment, you two talked, starting to get to know each other. You both liked what you saw and what you heard. He realized you were new to the city, no close friends, or relatives. No way to get to and from work while your car was being repaired. So, he offered. Of course, at first, you declined it was too much. You barely knew each other, he had already done so much, what about his job? He reassured you and told you he owned his own business it was fine, what else would you do? So, you agreed. He was elated, now he could see his sweetness every day. At least for a little. But no, it wouldn’t end there, he was smooth. He’d ask you out before your car was fixed. Fuck that he’d ask you as soon as possible. He didn’t mean to rush things. He just knew you were perfect for him. 

The first day he came to pick you up, you texted him to honk and just text he was outside. But he was a gentleman at least for you. He came to your door and knocked. You were shocked but smitten by the gesture. Even more so when he had breakfast ready for you in his car, opened all the doors for you, buckled you in, and asked what you wanted to listen to. That same evening, he asked you on a date at the end of the week. To which you agreed. You were excited, he was kind, and so many other things. Your rides to and from work were filled with laughs and smiles from both of you. 

On that Saturday evening, you two went on your first date. He made sure to trap all week so he could spoil his darling. He took you to a very nice restaurant. He sat beside you in the booth, not across from you. He liked to be closer to you. His large body blocked you in and you couldn’t even be seen by outsiders he liked that. Your outfit was beautiful. For work, you still looked stunning, but you dressed more formally, not yourself. But here with him on this date, you let your creativity flow in your outfit. He was fly, and you matched it. It wasn’t revealing but man did it arouse him, you always did.

At the end of your date at a mom-and-pop ice cream shop. Where of course once again you insisted on paying, he frowned at you and pulled out a stack of cash. Your displeasure disappeared once you two were at the table sharing ice cream. You even used the same spoon. You didn’t realize it, but he did, it was intentional he was even feeding you. He made sure you got a spoonful first, so he could taste you off the spoon. When he drove you to your apartment and came to a park you turned to him, “Jaden, I don’t want to seem fast, or like a hoe or something but I really like you. Thank you for everything, from my car to the perfect date.”

If he could Jaden would dap himself up. He knew he had a game. But with you, he had to be careful, you were special. He turned to you and spoke up, “It’s no problem sweetness, any man would do it for the woman he’s interested in.” He said as he grabbed your hand from the console intertwining it with his and kissing the back of it. 

Whew, your pussy was on fire. You had to get out of this car before he had you in the backseat. Then he’d really think you’re a hoe. Of course, he wouldn’t but you thought so. “Jaden uhm I should probably head inside, would you … would you like a kiss?” You could barely get it out before he grabbed the back of your neck kissing you deeply. You were starstruck, while he seemed so calm, so reserved. But inside he was crazy for you. The kiss was perfect, your lips and his lips together sent a chill down his spine and made this dick throb. He willed it down. He would be good to you. 

“Goodnight y/n, let me walk you up, I’ll text you when I get home. You will call me before you go to sleep, sweetness?”, He asked. 

“Of Course, Jaden,” you replied. 

He planned on making you some part of his life the day you met but this week and tonight’s date sealed the deal, and if that wasn’t enough, you smiled at him with all 32 of your teeth before you closed and locked the door to your apartment. There it was that smile; damn he was absolutely sprung. 

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[rapplesart]

Ok but like hear me out .

One of the dc crossover fanfics where Bruce adopts a kid (Danny phantom or Peter Parker iykyk) but instead of you know the bats finding them on the streets or having a whole hero cants and mouse thing or Barbara seeing them in the library they just go to the Wayne’s doorstep asking for money after being broke and having the idea in a half drunken state or joking about it .

Like for example Danny after being chased away from amity park and escaping his parents sits on the rooftop and talks with a gargoyles named Gary

„Yeah anyway that’s how I got here Gary, no clue what imma do know“ he says between another bite of pizza „like I’m pretty fucking broke and yeah maybe buying Pizza wasn’t the best investment in my situation but I was hungry I think I deserve a treat after all that .“

Gary stays silent as the two of them look over the city . Sirens echo in the distance, a few roofs in front of the, a black shadow appears between the gaps of the buildings, disappearing into the shadow just as fast as it appeared. Must be one of the bats Danny thinks .

He sets the piece of pizza back down into the carton in order to take a swig of the wine he stole from Vlads gift basket before his great escape. The man puts puts them on the counter for Mandy to find on a weekly basis now as part of his latest attempt to woo the woman. Jack adored the baskets when they first appeared, exited to have his best friend care about him and his wife.

Danny didn’t really plan on drinking it, he just brought it because it was the closest thing to grab. It was there so he took it . Now, sitting on the rooftop realising how fucked he truly was he decided he might as well be drunk for this too.

„And it’s not like any safe and sane workplace will take a random kid without paperwork. I probably need to do something illegal to go by now , Jazz would be so disappointed „ another swig from the wine .

It was fruity and dry and scratched his throat and Danny honestly didn’t enjoy the feeling but it made his wine just a little bit fizzier than before and it helped in a strange way.

Gary remained silent .

„sure there are a lot of Wayne foundations in Gotham that give out stuff , I did my research once I arrived after all, but they’d call cps and cps would either give me back to my parents or just straight up hand me over to the government so that is not an option „

Another bite of pizza . It was delicious a stark contrast to the wine

„It’s not like I can just go to Bruce Wayne and be like ‚yo got some money?‘ the guy would probably think I’m robbing him and call the cops and yeah, you get the gist of it Gary“

Another few beats of silence .

„But the dude is like crazy rich right? And he has his name on all of these foundations , and people say he’s an airhead so maybe I can just go to his house or something and ask for a donation. I mean it would be for a good cause , feeding a hungry homeless teenager is a good cause isn’t it ?“

„Yeah sounds like a pretty good cause Danny“ Damny answered himself as Gary by lowering his voice . The way one might get more into his head than he thought .

„You know what , I think imma just do this. Let’s just ask the rich guy for money he probably won’t even notice that he’s being scammed and if he does he probably has enough money nöt to care „

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[propertyofyoutube]

You’re being bailed out by Sam - EXPLICIT

Summary: during a trip to Kansas to meet Sam's family for the first time. Sam really wanted to show you how he lived growing up, and his favourite places to go. Including, the abandoned warehouse... it wasn't long before the cops showed up.

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+!!!!, slight choking, oral, unprotected sex. Mentions of cannabis, arrest/jail.

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Sam pulled up outside his good friend, Alex's house. It had been a while since he'd been back in his hometown, and was more than excited to introduce you to all of his friends and family. "Don't worry, you can wait here. Alex will be at the dinner later." Sam said as he unbuckled his seatbelt, "he sorted us and eighth so I'm just grabbing it now." He said as you looked at him confused.

"Oh shit yeah, weed's illegal here isn't it?" You chuckled, forgetting that in some states smoking green is a crime.

Sam bit his lip and nodded his head, "uh huh, we're not in Vegas anymore baby." You laughed at his exaggerated Kansas accent and the irony of him saying that considering you were in Kansas, as Sam climbed out the car and headed for Alex's front door. You watched as the door opened instantly and Alex appeared, hugging Sam tightly. You couldn't make out what they were saying as they were just a couple of feet too far away. Suddenly Sam turned pointing at the car as Alex's smile beamed wider and he shouted.

"Hey y/n!" He waved his arm high.

"What's up!" You smiled back waving. You watched as Alex and Sam talked for another minute or so, probably discussing the dinner party Sam's family had planned for that evening. You seen as Alex handed Sam a baggy filled with the good stuff and Sam placed it straight in his back pocket. Sam connected their hands once more before saying his goodbyes and heading back to the car. As he climbed in, his warm smile filled your heart with so much love. "All good?" You said softly.

"All great." Sam smiled back as he put his seatbelt back on. "Alex can't wait for later, it's been so long man, be good to have a drink with him again." Sam said as he leaned forward pulling the baggy out of his back pocket. He opened it up with a smile on his face as he gave it a good sniff. "Ooo that's the shit," he smiled as he handed it to you.

As you put your nose to it the potent smell hit your brain intensely, "oh shit!" You laughed.

Sam nodded laughing as you wiped your nose as the scent lingered, "we don't smoke shit in Kansas baby!" He laughed, "nothing beats the Kansas haze." Sam smirked as you as he began driving to his family home. "Could you put that in your purse?" He asked, focusing on the road.

You nodded and put the eighth into your purse as the nerves of meeting his family quickly began to fill your body.

Sam noticed you starting to play with the skin around your nails as he glanced up at your worried look, "baby, they will love you! Stop worrying!" He said as he chuckled with excitement.

"I hope so" you say as you look out the window, driving through Kansas.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

As you pulled up to the suburban family home, your eyes fell wide as your mind instantly imagined a little Sam running around this front lawn. Then a teenage Sam filming vines with Colby, and you couldn't help but let out little giggle.

Sam looked over at you as you both unclipped yourselves, "what are you giggling at?" Sam said with a smirk on his face.

You turned to him smiling, and lifted one hand up to cup his cheek, "nothing... I'm just so glad that you want me here."

Sam smiled before leaning in to give you a soft and gentle kiss. He pulled away, his smile still spread from cheek to cheek, "there is no one I'd want to be apart of my family, than you."

You leaned forward and kissed him once more, "come on." He said as you both climbed out of the car. Sam headed to the trunk to grab your bags as you took at deep breath, looking up the hanging baskets that swung near the door on the porch. Suddenly, the front door opened to reveal, Kirk and Cindy, Sam's mom and dad.

"Sam!" Cindy shouted as Sam shut the boot closed.

"Hey!" He said back as he grabbed both of your suitcases. As Sam began to walk towards his parents, his mom suddenly noticed you, stood nervously waiting on the other side of the car.

You jumped as she suddenly let out a slight high pitched screech, "oh my god, y/n! I didn't see you there!" She quickly hurried past Sam as he looked at her, his arms ready for a hug, shocked. You giggled as you moved around the car to meet her halfway.

"Hi!" You said sweetly as she embraced you in the tightest hug.

She squeezed hard as you looked over your shoulder to see Sam hugging his dad. "It's so good to finally meet you!" She said with excitement.

"I know! I'm so glad to be here!" You laughed as she continued to rock you both back and forth still not letting go. You looked up again to see both Sam and Kirk watching the two of you, both of them with smiles for ear to ear.

"Jesus Cindy, let the girl breathe!" Kirk laughed as Cindy slowly released her grip on you.

She pulled back, placing her hand on your cheek as she spoke much softer, "sorry sweetie, Sam just loves you so much, I can't wait to know the woman who has made him so happy." You smiled at her, as you felt your heart flutter and your eyes almost fill with water, knowing Sam spoke so fondly of you to his family.

"God mom!" Sam said feeling embarrassed as Kirk laughed, rubbing his hair.

Kirk walked over to you, opening up his arms, "y/n, it's good to have you here." He said with a smile as you walked into his embrace. His hug being much gentler than Cindy's. But it just made you smile at how excited she was to see you.

"Hey mom, I've missed you too!" He laughed, still waiting for his hug.

"Oh sorry sweetie!" She laughed as she ran over to hug him tightly. "I've missed you so much."

Your nerves finally melted away, as you knew that tonight was going to be so much fun, now that the introductions were over.

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It was now around noon, Cindy had made you and Sam some lunch and coffee after your early morning flight and long drives. The dinner party was staring at 6pm, so guys had plenty of time to kill.

"So what's your plan for this afternoon?" Cindy asked as she sat down on the armchair opposite where you and Sam sat on the sofa.

Sam looked at you as he moved a piece of hair out of your face, "I was thinking about showing y/n around, you know, some of the old spots Colby and I used to hang out." You smiled at Sam liking this idea very much.

Cindy sighed shaking her head with a smile, "you need to be careful, you and Colby used to hang out in some pretty weird places..." she laughed. "The cops have really started nailing down around some of those areas." She said as she raised her eyebrows, sipping on her coffee.

"Mom," Sam said turning to face her, rolling his eyes, "I've been to these places a million times, I know them like the back of my hand." He said as he took his hand in yours. You giggled at Sam, talking to his mom like he was a teenager again.

"I know!" She held her hands up putting her mom voice on, "I just worry about you guys doing all this illegal stuff."

"Mom..." Sam groaned leaning back on the sofa.

"Okay okay! Just be careful," she said with a smile.

"Don't worry Mrs Golbach, I'll keep him out of trouble," you said as you brought up his hand that you held to your lips.

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"Come on!" Sam shouted as he walked up to the huge abandoned warehouse that you recognised from so many of their vines and videos. You stood back nervously, considering the amount of 'no trespassing' signs you passed on the way in. This was Sam and Colby's thing... you liked ghost hunting but illegally trespassing wasn't your forte. "It's the middle of the day! You'll be fine baby, I promise!" Sam shouted as you couldn't help but smile at him. Sam was right, he'd been here millions of times, what's one more time? You took a deep breath before hurrying to catch up with him.

As you walked into the crumbling box of brick, you took your phone out of your purse and began taking photos of the graffiti that spread across the broken walls. 'Okay, this is pretty cool...' you thought to yourself as Sam looked at you in awe, as you admired the history. "It feels so weird to be in here..." you said softly as you continued your tour.

Sam stopped leaning against a wall as you took some more photos, "why?" He said with a chuckle.

"Well, I've just seen this so many times... but being in here," you turned to face Sam, "it's pretty fucking creepy." Sam walked over to you as he laughed, wrapping his arms around you, very tightly.

He sighed, "yeah well, imagine doing a ritual in here!" He giggled as he continued walking, pulling you along with him. "Ask Nate." He smirked as you recalled the video he was talking about.

As you wandered around the barely standing structure, Sam just couldn't help but smile as traced your fingers along the art, left by many over the years. He took out his phone and began snapping photos of this moment, not just for the gram, but so he could always remember just how happy he was, in this now core memory. You heard the snapping of the pictures as you turned to Sam and gave him a giggle before starting to pose for him dramatically.

Sam laughed as he walked towards you still snapping away, "you're so beautiful, baby," his face beamed as he moved his phone away, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your body close to his.

You bit your lip as you smiled up at him, moving your arms to rest on his shoulders connecting your hands behind his head. "If I didn't know you Sam, I'd say that you might be flirting with me..." you said jokingly as Sam laughed nodding his head, looking at your with so much love in his eyes.

"You know what, y/n... I think I may just be," he bit his lip as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips. A kiss that was filled with the upmost passion.

Suddenly, the world stood still as the sound of man's voice echoed through a megaphone, "this is the police!" You and Sam froze as you quickly disconnected your lips, your eyes filling with fear and Sam's filling with adrenaline. "We know you're in there, come out with your hands up!"

"Sam..." you whispered as your body began to shake slightly. Sam grabbed both your arms as he looked into your eyes.

"Shh baby, it's okay." He whispered, "there's a lots of ways out of here." He let go and moved stealthily towards a glassless window. You froze in place, terrified to move.

"Shit." He said under his breath, and it sent shivers down your spine.

"What is it Sam?" You say with panic in your voice. Sam quickly looks at you, guilt filling his entire body.

"Y/n... I'm so sorry." You can hear the worry in his voice. His heart now pounding just as loud as yours. You knew there was no way out of this, you knew you were going to have to walk out there and hope to god that Sam could take you both out of this. "They really are surrounding us."

Suddenly that sound voice echoed through the building once again, "you have 2 minutes or we're sending the dogs in!" You seen Sam's eyes go wide as he looked at you.

He shouted, his voice both annoyed and guilt ridden, "we're coming!" As the words left his mouth you felt your heart fall into your stomach, your body trying its hardest to fight back a panic attack and tears. Sam moved to you quickly, grabbing your face with both hands, "it'll be okay babe, no matter what." You tried to speak but no words would come out of your mouth. Sam pulled your head towards his and he placed a kiss on your forehead. You took a deep breath as you took his hand heading out of the building to where the 4 cop cars were waiting for you.

As you reached the door, Sam let go of your hands as he whispered, "hands up baby." He knew the drill. The only thing keeping you slightly calm right now was knowing that this wasn't Sam's first rodeo. You prayed that this would just be a close call story you told at dinner tonight, and then for the rest of your lives. You held your hands up high, as did Sam, and you both walked slowly out of the building.

"Hands up!" A cop shouted which annoyed Sam even more as he replied.

"They're up!" Sam walked slightly in front of you. "We were just looking around." Sam said, as all of the cops came closer to you both.

"Turn around!" A cop shouted loudly, as his voice sent fear through your entire body.

"Sir-" Sam tried to speak but the officer cut him off sharply.

"I said turn around now!" Sam sighed before beginning his turn. You followed his action as your body trembled.

"Hands behind your back!" The cop shouted, as you both slowly lowered your hands, placing them on your lower back. Two cops quickly grabbed you both handcuffing you instantly.

"You did see the trespassing signs right?" One of the cops said as Sam turned his head to look at you and the tears that were forming in your eyes.

"Sir- it was my idea, please let her go." Sam tried his best but it seemed these cops were in a bad mood today.

"She's a grown adult," the cop who was tightening your cuffs said, "she made the decision to go in, she's just as guilty as you."

As the cops began reading their Miranda rights, You turned to look at Sam, your eyes filling quickly as he looked at you with so much guilt in his eyes, he mouthed to you, 'I'm so sorry'.

You wanted to cry, but you didn't want Sam blaming himself, so you mouthed back with a soft smile, 'it's okay baby.'

"Before we search you is there any weapons or anything you wish to make us aware of." The cop said, as you and Sam both shook your head. Your adrenaline completely masking your ability to take in what was actually happening.

The cops began searching you both in your pockets, pulling out phones and bits of change. The cop then opened up your purse that sat across your body, as soon as you heard the zip you whispered under your breath, "shit." As you remembered what was in the bag. Sam heard as he looked at you, you sighed as Sam frowned his eyebrows confused.

"Well well well..." the cop said as you shut your eyes tight. The cop pulled out the eighth as Sam hung his head in panic. "Fancied some illegal drug smoking, did you missy?" The cop said patronisingly.

"That's mine, I made her put it in there!" Sam said, which was half true, but you knew the weed was also for you.

The cop laughed at Sam, "it wasn't in your purse." Sam could feel himself getting more wound up, the more the officers patronised you both.

"It's okay Sam, it was in my purse, you don't need to lie for me." You said as Sam looked at you confused.

"Baby, don't-" Sam tried to speak but was cut off again.

"Some boyfriend you are, son. Getting your girlfriend arrested, how about that..." as the cop spoke, Sam felt that guilt and had never felt more like a letdown to you. But you began to feel that annoyance Sam felt earlier. You weren't blaming Sam at all, and you really didn't want him to think that you did.

"It's not his fault..." you said as you turned to the cop, "like you said... I'm a grown adult." You said with a smirk as the cop snickered at you.

"At least your girl has bigger balls than you." The cop said. Sam felt anger build up inside of him but he knew that he had to keep his cool, he didn't want to actually end up in jail, or make things worse for you so he kept his mouth shut. "Your bails are gonna be pretty high, and looking at you young pretty pair, seems like you'll end up in jail." He laughed.

Sam looked at you, knowing this cop had no idea who he was or how much money you both made. For the first time, you couldn't help but let a small smile appear on your face, knowing you'll both be out before the night was up.

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The cuffs had finally been removed as you and Sam sat in a waiting area at the local police department. Surrounded by every type of person you could ever imagine. You turned to look at Sam, as you both sat filled with sadness.

"You know... our mug shots will probably go viral," you laughed as Sam chuckled shaking his head.

"Only you would be able to make me laugh in a situation like this," Sam said as he turned to face you smiling. You smiled back as you slowly looked down towards the floor. You had no idea what to expect, your mind and anxiety was running a million miles an hour. "Y/n, I'm so sorry, I really didn't think that this would-"

"Sammy, stop." You said as he looked at you with tears in his eyes. "It's not your fault." You said reaching up and rubbing his cheek.

"I feel like I've failed you," Sam said, which broke your heart.

"No sam, you haven't. You are the most amazing person I've ever known and I love you so much." You smiled at him as he couldn't let himself take in what you were saying, he just sat with his mind hating on himself.

"Sam Golbach." The lady behind the glass called as Sam looked at you and took a deep breath. He stood up leaving your grasp and headed to the window.

He returned after a few minutes and sat right back beside you, "my bail was $4,000."

You looked at him shocked, "for one felony!" You felt more worry set in, as you knew exactly that your bail was going to be at least $8,000.

"Yep..." Sam said with a sigh. "It's alright though, I bailed myself out. I've just got to wait for them to call me again and I can leave." You nodded at Sam nervously as you looked up at the clock it already read 4:45pm. Another hour passed, and you both knew that Sam's mom and dad were probably worried sick wondering where the two of you were.

"Y/n y/l/n" came from behind the glass. You sighed as you stood up, Sam giving your hand a squeeze as you headed to the window.

"Hi," you said softly to the woman that looked completely fed up, sat behind the glass.

"Okay..." she clicked away on her computer, "one count of trespassing... and one count of drug possession." She looked up at you through her glasses.

"It was cannabis." You said nervously, you didn't want this woman judging you anymore than she probably was.

The woman looked at you, with a straight expression, "I didn't ask." You felt as though you wanted to cry all over again. You just wanted to hurry up and bail yourself out. "Bail is set at $8,000." You flinched at the number, even though you and Sam made more than enough money, eight grand was a lot for a small interrupted tour. "So, you'll have to get someone to bail you out." The woman said sliding a piece of paper under the screen.

You looked at her confused as even more panic set in, "why can't I bail myself out?" You said quickly.

The woman sighed, "because honey, you have 2 felonies and anything over $6,000 bail rate, you can't bail yourself out." It was in this moment you knew that you were not making it out for the dinner party. You nodded at her slowly as you signed the papers. "Just head back over there and when the guards call your name you'll have to go and change and you'll be taken to a female pod." Her words went into your ears as your eyes began to fill instantly. You nodded once more before slowly heading back to Sam.

Sam looked up at you smiling, "well?"

You sat down and out your head in your hands as for the first time tonight you started to cry.

Sam panicked as he put one hand on your back and the other trying to lift your face to look at him, "hey what's going on? What happened?"

You sit up and try to compose yourself as you spoke through tears, "I- I can't bail myself out Sam. My bail is over the threshold."

Sam looked at you puzzled for a moment trying to take in what you said. He quickly pulled you into his chest as you cried, "it's okay baby, don't worry it'll be okay."

After another hour passed and you managed to calm down, a guard unlocked a gate walking into the area, a clipboard in hand. "Y/n y/l/n." He said as you looked up at him quickly, your heart pounding out of your chest.

You looked at Sam as he wasted no time and kissed you deeply. You stood up and began to walk towards the guard as Sam spoke, "I'll bail you out as soon as I can baby, just keep your head down and do what they ask." He tried to sound as calm as possible.

You turned back giving him one last smile before heading through the gate and hearing the loud clanging of the locks being reconnected. 'Oh shit.' You thought to yourself.

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As you followed the guard down the corridors, your bright orange jumpsuit scaring you more and more, you entered into a huge open space, will cells surrounding the room. Almost every inmate in there looked up at you quickly. "This is your cell." The guard spoke tapping on the open metal door.

You looked at her nervously before you spoke, "thank you." Your voice was shaking.

The guard looked at you as she felt bad for you, "I take it you've never been in the joint before."

You nodded sighing, "is it that noticeable?"

She laughed as she walked to the bookcase picking up her favourite book, "here, this is my favourite." She said softly, you finally felt the tiniest bit of relief come over you as someone was finally being kind. "Just stay in here, you'll be okay."

You nodded at her with a slight smile on her face and slowly walked in.

"You know, I kinda know who you are..." the guard said nervously as you turned to face her, "yeah my daughter... she just loves Sam and Colby." She laughed as you looked at her much more comfortably now, hearing her talk about the boys. "Sam will get you out soon, just enjoy the book." She began walking away, "it's great." She smiled at you warmly as you nodded once again.

"Thank you," you said much more genuine this time.

After around an hour, you heard footsteps approach your room as you laid on the bed reading your book. You had a feeling this was going to be your cell mate, and to say you were terrified would be an understatement.

"Hey." You heard from down below as you sat up slowly looking over your bunk to see who it was.

She could tell your eyes were riddled with fear, "hi." You said much softer, people were in this pod who committed a lot of crimes and you had no idea what this girl could have done to end up in here. "So, what you in for?" She said with a smile as you took a deep breath.

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Sam stepped outside the county jail as he quickly pulled out his phone, 38 missed calls and 23 messages. "Fuck." Sam said as he quickly skipped passed all of his moms missed calls and found Colby's name, dialling instantly.

"Yo man, what's up?" Colby answered very quickly, thankfully.

"Dude, I need you to get our lawyer on the phone asap, y/n and I got arrested." Sam said frantically as he began walking to where Alex was parked waiting for him.

"Wait what? Brother what happened?" Colby said worried down the phone.

Sam finally spotted Alex, walking quicker, "no time to explain, but we're gonna to need these charges dropping, otherwise y/n could face jail time."

"Wait what!" Colby shouted much louder, "what's going on? Is she okay?"

"She's in the actual jail now dude, I gotta go cause I got to bail her out. Just get him on the phone and text me what he says!" Sam says as Colby agreed and Sam quickly jumped into the car.

"Dude, what the fuck happened?" Alex said as he began driving.

"Just sheer dumb fucking luck brother." Sam said as he finally began dialling mom.

After 2 rings she answered, "Sam? Where the hell are you?"

"Mom I'm sorry, but you were right. We got arrested." Sam said feeling slightly embarrassed but was more worrying about you.

Sam's mom instantly started freaking out down the phone as Sam tried to get her attention, "mom- mom listen... mom! I'm fine, I bailed myself out, but y/n couldn't, I gotta bail her out." He said quickly.

"Wait why?" Cindy said, confused.

Sam took a deep breath before he spoke, "I asked y/n to put my weed in her purse earlier, and well... they found it."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, "oh Sammy..." Sam could hear the disappointment on his mom's voice. Cindy took a deep breath as worry filled her, "you better bail that sweet girl out Sammy, and bring her home to me." She said and Sam could tell his mom already cared about you just as much as he did.

"I will mom," Sam said, with sadness and guilt in his voice.

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"Girl! You are crazy!" Your cell mate laughed as she laid on the top bunk. It had been 4 hours since you met and this girl was amazing. You learnt all about her life and what happened to her, you had talked all night as the conversation wasn't ending, even though it was past midnight. You both laid on your beds in the dark laughing and chatting. "So, tell me more about this boyfriend of yours..." she said with a smirk on her face.

"Sam... well, he is just... wow" you said, as you can never really find the perfect words to describe him.

"I take it he treats you good," your cell mate giggled above you.

You nodded and couldn't help but smile at the thought of him, "oh yeah... he's amazing, does everything for, and more." You told her all about how you met and the adventures you'd been on in your relationship so far.

"And you're in Kansas to meet his family?" She said softly.

"Uh huh," you giggled, "and here I am... I'm jail."

Your cell mate laughed louder as she imagined what Sam's family would be doing right now. "Girl, what a first impression you've made!"

"I know right." You giggled but then anxiety began to shake through you as you thought about it. Sam's family probably think that you've been the bad influence on Sam and their opinion of you has more than likely changed drastically since they found out about what's happened.

As you sighed, your cell mate quickly changed the subject, "so... I've been in the jam for almost a year now..." you listened to her, unsure of where she was going with this, "tell me..." suddenly her head appeared as she hung over the top bunk to look down at you, "does he know how to rock your world." The smirk on her face made you laugh out loud as you quickly began nodding.

"Helllll yes!" You said as she laid back down on her bed.

"Like, seriously though... because we all know what men are like!" She said as she laughed looking up at the ceiling.

You rolled over as you began thinking about it, thinking about Sam, his lips, his hands. The way he made you feel amazing with each slight touch, "oh... he knows what he's going alright." Your cell mate laughed at your words as she began telling you stories of terrible sex she's had with terrible men.

You spoke every now and then to make it seem like you were listening but in reality, your mind was in a completely different place. Thinking about Sam and the things you wish you could do to him right now. Even more so, the things you wish he could do to you. When suddenly there was a bang on the door, and the turning of a key as the guard from earlier entered.

"Y/n, you're being bailed out by Sam." She said with a smile on her face. "Let's go."

Your body melted as relief filled you entirely. "There you go girl!" Your cell mate cheered as you sat up from your bed. Your cell mate also jumped down from the top bunk. She quickly wrapped her arms around you, "it was so good to meet you, but you best be good out there, the joint ain't for you." She said with a chuckle.

"Oh trust me I will!" You laughed as you pulled away and gave her one last smile, "I hope your trail goes well, and you can also get the fuck out of here!" You said as she smiled at you warmly.

"Get outta here," she said, smiling, knowing she probably weren't getting out. You hugged her one last time before following the guard, excitedly, out of the pod.

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As you stepped outside the glass doors, it was 2am. The night was so quiet in Kansas but your face lit up when you saw Sam, stood leaning against his car, with the biggest smile on his face.

"Well if it isn't my knight in shining armour!" You said happily as you ran to him, jumping in his arms. He spun you around squeezing you tight as he slowly lowered you to the floor, grabbing your face and kissing you, deeply and passionately.

"I don't think I deserve that title baby, considering I'm the reason you were in there," Sam said with that guilt still in his voice.

"Sam, stop it!" You said with a laugh, "I'm out, I still made the stupid decisions to follow you!" You smiled at him, "please... stop blaming yourself or I will get mad at you." You said sternly as Sam was just glad to have you back and in one piece.

"Fine. But I promise I will spend the rest of my life, making it up to you," he said with a smirk.

You looked at him with your eyebrows raised, "okay... I can get on board with that." Sam laughed as you connected your lips once again, holding each other tightly.

"Come on, we gotta get home and go to bed." Sam said, as he walked you back over to the car and opened up your door for you to climb in.

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The journey home, you talked all about your cell mate, telling Sam about your whole experience as he laughed and shook his head in disbelief. You pulled up to the house once again as that nervousness returned, Sam's family must think so lowly of you now, you thought to yourself. But at least you didn't have to face them until morning... or so you thought.

As Sam unlocked the door, you walking in to find Cindy, Kirk, Ben and Allison all sat around the living area, each of them with the most worried look on their faces. They all quickly looked up at you and their expressions changed drastically into huge smiles.

"Oh thank god!" Cindy shouted as she jumped to her feet wrapping her arms tightly around you once again. "Are you okay, sweetie? We were so worried!" You tried to speak but you were in shock that they were so worried about you.

"Jesus Cindy! Let the girl breathe!" Kirk said laughing for the second time today.

Cindy let go quickly, "oh sorry sweetie. Are you alright though? Can I get you anything, food, drink?" She said frantically.

"I'm- I'm okay, Mrs Golbach. Thank you so much though." You said as you looked at the concerned look on their faces, "I'm so sorry you guys waited up... and for... well everything."

You were quickly dismissed by all of them at once, "you have nothing to be sorry for sweetie, Sam told us what happened." Cindy said as everyone nodded. You looked at Sam as he smiled at you warmly.

"And don't worry, Sam will be the one who gets grounded for this." Kirk said jokingly as he winked.

"Dad... I'm an adult." Sam said jokingly back to him in a moaning teenage voice.

Cindy quickly turned your attention back to her, "are you sure I can't get you anything honey before we head to bed..." you smiled at her one last time.

"No no, I'm okay. I'm just ready for bed now." You said with a slightly chuckle. Cindy rubbed your cheek as she looked at you with sympathy.

"You get all the sleep you need sweetie." She said before hugging you one last time. She then turned to Sam, "and you. You look after this girl. Make sure she has whatever she needs." She said sternly.

Sam nodded with a smile, "yes mam." You looked at Sam with so much love in your heart for him, and his family.

Everyone said their good nights giving you a hug before heading up to bed. Sam sighed before pulling you in for another hug and he places a soft kiss on your forehead. "You ready for bed?" He said softly.

Just was you were about to nod, you remembered that you didn't get to do something today, that was at the top of your Kansas trip list. "Before we go... can I see it?" You said with a smirk.

Sam looked at you confused, "see what?" He said with a chuckle.

"The OG Sam and Colby set..." you bit your lip as Sam laughed, rolling his eyes, taking your hand in his.

As you walked down the basement staircase, Sam flicked on the light and the huge open space took you by surprise. "Oh wow!" You said, not realising just how big it was down here. As you walked around the corner, there it was, the OG Sam and Colby sofa with the fan art plastered around the walls.

"Pretty awesome, right?" Sam said sarcastically as you gave him a look.

"It is actually." You smirked as you but your lip, sitting down on the sofa looking around.

Sam leaned against the wall as he looked over at you, "so.. what else did you talk about with your jail best friend." He said with a chuckle.

Your mind instantly went back to the last conversation you were having before you got bailed out. You began chuckling to yourself as you thought.

"What?" Sam asked, curiously.

"We... we talked about you actually." You said with a smirk as Sam raised his eyebrows, "well.. about what you're capable of."

Sam looked at you confused, "what do you mean?" He said with a chuckle.

You started to play with you hair as you took a deep breath remembered what you were imagining in your cell, "about how you... how did she put it... rock my world," you said as you bit your lip.

Sam's eyebrows were raised once again, accompanied by a smirk, "oh yeah?"

You nodded slowly, "yep, and I was having a great memory play in mind... and just as I was getting to the good part, I rudely got bailed out," you said teasingly with a smirk on your face.

Sam playfully put his hand over his heart as he gasped, "I am so sorry!" He said sarcastically. He slowly moved off the wall and began walking towards you, "care to tell me exactly the part you missed out on?" He said as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

You looked up at him as he gaze had turned from one of love to lust. "Well.. I'm pretty sure you were about to use that tongue..." you said chuckling as Sam reached you.

He slowly began to lean down to your level, "I'm sorry baby, how about I make it up to you, by bringing it to life?" He said seductively as you slowly began to lean backwards onto the sofa as he continued to move over you, hovering himself above your body.

"I think you should stop talking and put that mouth to good use," you said with a smirk as you bit your lip.

Sam wasted no time and quickly connected your lips in a deep and passionate kiss. Your hands moved up and down his body eagerly as you felt his bulge begin to harden between your legs as you wrapped them around him tightly. Sam quickly moved to your jaw and kissed down to your neck, finding your sweet spot and kissing and sucking intensely.

"Oh fuck..." you breathed out as Sam's groans sent shivers down your entire body. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt as you pulling it up and over his head, discarding it to the far. Sam sat you up, doing the same to you, before smashing his lips back onto yours and laying you back down. Suddenly, Sam stopped and looked up at you.

"So tell me baby... is this where I was in your memory?" He teased, as you nodded biting your lip, your core aching for him and your panties growing wetter by the second. "And then did I start to do this?" He said as he began to place soft kisses along your chest, moving at a punishingly slow pace, your both squirming beneath him and your breath short.

"Uh huh" you nodded in anticipation.

"And then what baby?" Sam smirked as he looked up at you from your lower stomach.

"Baby..." you breathed out as you felt his slightly prickly chin graze against your skin, "please..."

Sam smirked, loving how you beg for his touch, "baby, I just want to make this everything you were imagining it to be," he said as he licked his lips. He reached up and placed his fingers into the band of your leggings and underwear, and slowly started to pull them down as he stared up at your scrunched up face, plastered with desperation. "Was it like this?" As he moved your clothing down your legs he kissed along the newly revealed skin, watching as your twitching became more intense.

"Yeah..." you breathed out.

Sam lifted himself up as he quickly finished pulling off your bottoms and throwing them to the floor, before repositioning himself, his face between your thighs as his arms wrapped around them. "And then did I do this.." he whispered as he began kissing along your inner thighs and around your centre, your body begging for some relief.

"Baby please!" You whined, after the day you've had, you wanted nothing more than to feel pleasure and relaxation right now.

Sam had teased you enough as he glanced back up at your scrunched up face with a smirk. Quickly connecting his tongue with your clit, licking up and down your entire heat. "Fuck!" You called out as you began to moan almost instantly. You bit your lip hard trying to be as quiet as possible, not to wake his whole house. But his movements were just too perfect, too satisfying as your hands moved to the back of his head, your fingers wrapping in his hair. As you tugged on him slightly he let out a groan which vibrated against you sending a wave of goosebumps across your whole body. Suddenly, you felt his tongue enter you, and a knot in your stomach was forming. "Fuck Sammy, don't stop." You moaned as Sam kept up his pace. Suddenly his lips reconnected with your clit and licked and sucked, and to your surprise he quickly thrusted two fingers deep inside you without warning, "oh shit!" You said trying to bite your tongue harder. That high was fast approaching as you pushed yourself closer to his face, bucking your hips as he moved quicker, his fingers curling to hit your g-spot.

Sam felt your walls clench around his fingers as he mumbled against your clit, "cum baby. Cum for me..."

He words sent you flying as your orgasm hit you with full effect, "fuck Sam!" You moaned as you gripped his hair tighter, causing him to moan as he tasted your juices. Sam quickly sat himself up as you tried to catch your breath for a moment, unbuckled his jeans pulling them down, just enough for his hard dick to spring free. You looked at him as you bit your lip in anticipation, ready for what is to come. You continued to squirm beneath him, ready to feel more. Sam quickly leaned back down positioning himself at your entrance, as he grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down you teasingly. "Sammy... please." You begged again, the smirk on Sam's face showed you just how much he loved hearing it. Sam quickly pushed him slowly, deep inside of you, as you both moan simultaneously.

"Shit baby... I was so worried about you," Sam said out of breath as you gasped. Sam began pulling back out slowly before pushing in deeply once again.

"Fuck me..." you moaned out as you head flung back, your eyes closed in pleasure.

"Fuck yeah." Sam moaned as he began to move in and out, picking up his pace with each thrust. "I love you." He said, with so much emotion and hardly any breath.

You moaned slowly louder as you felt him fill you entirely, that knot returning in your stomach, "i- I love you too, baby." You tried to speak clearly but I came out in a whisper. Sam leaned down as he thrusted harder, connecting your lips with his as you both swallowed each other's moans.

He lifted up one hand and placed it gently on your neck as you gasped and your breath staggered, "fuck..." you moaned.

Sam began to fuck you hard, harder and with more passion than ever, "oh fuck, I'm not going got last long." He said, with honesty.

You nodded, as his grip on your neck tightened slightly, "me either." Sam lifted himself up slightly to give him a better position, as he kept his grip on your throat and began pounding into you, you felt your stomach flip as your whole body shook from the movements. "Fuck Sam!" You moaned out, as you felt his dick hit the deepest part of your core with force each hip thrust.

"That's it baby, cum again for me," he groaned deeply as he spoke with a deep dominant tone.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you clenched your walls around Sam's dick, and he moaned louder as you spilled your juices all over him once again.

He pounded even harder, you could hear the intense passion coming from deep inside him as you felt his dick twitch, "fuck y/n," he moaned out loudly as he suddenly pulled out, spilling all over your area. Both of you completely out of breath and filled with pleasure.

"Fuck..." you breathed out as your heart pounded. After a moment, Sam leaned down and kissed you sweetly and gently. He pulled away slowly, looking down on you as you both began to giggle.

"Come on," he said kissing you quickly one last time, "let's go get you cleaned up and head to bed.. I think we both need a cuddle after today." He spoke softly, as you nodded your head, your eyes barely able to stay awake.

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 37 of????

2198 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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"Honeys I'm home" Taehyung calls through the door.

His cheery tone is the complete opposite of what you expect to hear from him given his news. Actually you hadn't expected to hear his voice again today at all. You'd all been going through your nightly routines, preparing for bed in separate areas of the annex, but Taehyung's voice attracts you all to the main room like a magnet.

Jimin reaches him first, delighted when Taehyung swept him into his arms, dipping him before kissing him sweetly. The red panda giggles and all tension that had been held in the house recently dissipates, except for yours. You can't help but be suspicious of his sudden turn in mood, especially after how he had practically thrown you out of his family's estate this morning.

"We need to have a family meeting," He announces to the room.

"Right now? It's late can't it wait..." Yoongi grumbles, leaning on Hoseok as he yawns.

"Absolutely, it has to be right now!" Taehyung affirms cheerily. 

The members of your pack grumble a little in their tired state, but shuffle into the main living area, flopping into a pile on the extra-large sofa. Jungkook pulls you down to lie on top of him, wrapping his arms protectively around your waist, Jimin's head falls into your lap and stretches his legs along the other three men. 

Taehyung sits on the coffee table, his leg bouncing with anxiety as he looks over each member of the pack.

"There is no easy way for me to explain why I haven't been coming home as often as we all would like," He begins, the cheerful attitude he had come in with dissipating with one deep breath. 

Jimin reaches a hand out to pat Taehyung's knee, connecting him to the rest of your pile. The panda tenses under the touch that would normally erase any trepidation from him. 

"You're all aware that I need to help with my family's businesses more at this time of year, what you are not aware of is the amount of control my family has over me. They control my social calendar, my finances, and as of late my love life..."

He pauses to take in the variety of expressions he is faced with. Confusion and upset marr most of your packs' faces. You on the other hand are nervously chewing at your lip, waiting for him to reach the gut-punching conclusion. You were certain that Taehyung wouldn't come home this quickly, and the fact that he had must've meant he was going to go along with his father's plan... But then why would he have come in so happy?

Either way, your stomach was twisting itself in knots. 

"A few weeks ago my parents made me aware that they had given away my hand in marriage to a business partner's daughter,"

This news has all the pack members sitting at attention. Jimin wrenches his head out of your lap to sit up straight as the others lean towards Taehyung. You almost topple from Jungkook's lap with the speed at which he straightens. The entire room begins to reek of negative pheromones. 

"You can't be serious," Yoongi growls.

"That should be illegal in this day and age," Hoseok exclaims.

"It is!" Namjoon says jaw clenched. 

"Forced arranged marriages are illegal, and while technically under duress, I would not have been forced to marry her... If I had any plans of going ahead with it that is."

"You seemed pretty set to go ahead with it this morning," You grumble.

"You knew?!" Jungkook and Jimin, shout together. 

This time, you do fall from Jungkook's lap, Taehyung barely reaching to stabilise you as you almost hit the floor. 

"How come you didn't say anything?" Jimin pouts.

"It wasn't her job to tell us," Seokjin says calmly, turning everyone's attention back to Taehyung. 

"My parents threatened to take away my inheritance if I didn't agree, so at the time I agreed," Taehyung continues.

He goes through the motions of explaining everything he had already explained to you that morning. His story is occasionally interrupted with dramatic cries of unfair treatment. By the time he has finished telling them what you already knew, they were all reacting the same way you had. They each assure him that the money isn't important, and that everyone in the pack can help to support him. 

Taehyung shuts them down the same way he had you. He insists that he has money to care for each of them, no matter how many times they tell him how much he is worth to them. You stay quiet watching each of them try and fail to come up with a solution to Taehyung's predicament that would mean he got to keep everything he wanted. And you watch as each of their faces fall, coming to the same empty conclusions you did. 

That's when you look at Tae to find him already looking at you. And he is grinning.

"What?" You ask, louder than planned.

Everyone turns to look at the two of you.

"I Love you," He grins.

"This hardly seems like the time for that..." you blush.

"Do you love me?" He asks, taking your hand in his.

"Of course I do..."

"Will you marry me?"

"SORRY?" You pull your hand back as if he stung you.

Everyone is staring at him like he has grown a second head.

"Is your plan to elope with Y/N so you can't marry this other girl?" Namjoon asks, "Because you realise that doesn't solve the inheritance issue..."

"And you could've asked any of us..." Jimin mumbles.

"My plan is to marry Y/N L/N, the most eligible girl in my family's social circle. The one girl my father agreed I could marry instead of my current fiance!" His smile is so wide it's clear he is proud of himself for that one. 

Everyone begins to chatter but you can't hear the specifics. Blood has rushed to your ears and all you can hear is the pounding of your own heart as it echoes too loud. You take deep breaths but your lungs feel like they can never expand fully. Your vision begins to swim, unable to maintain a point of focus. 

The conversation around you continues as your partners fail to see that you are drowning on dry land. You dig your nails into the sofa desperately trying to cling to the fabric, to feel the tangible fibres below you.

"Y/N?" someone's voice breaks through, but it sounds too far away. 

"Y/N!" another voice sounds more concerned... or maybe it's the same voice...

Have they always sounded so similar?..

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Seokjin ponders Taehyung's predicament seriously for a while. The others chat excitedly about the prospect of a wedding. It hardly seems to be a solution though. Jin understands the importance to many about having your own source of income, and it's clear that Taehyung can't wrap his head around the pack wanting to take care of him for just being him. If money and care have always come with a billion rules, it makes sense why he would rather have those rules set by the familiar base of his family than by his partners. But surely there must be more compromises for his family than this.

He is reasonably deep in his analysis of Taehyung when he glances in your direction. He thought you'd been involved in the conversation going on around him, but it would seem not. You're looking around feverously, your knuckles are white with effort and there is a small cut here your teeth have worked through your lower lip.

"Y/N?" He calls out reaching for you.

You don't move as he touches you. You barely seemed to register his presence at all.

"Y/N!" Namjoon calls out.

The leader turns just in time for you to tumble back off the sofa's edge. 

You hit the floor with a dull thud making each of the men around you cringe. Seokjin shoos the others out of his way as he kneels beside you. He waves his hand in front of your eyes as you stare aimlessly up at the ceiling, struggling to focus. He encourages the youngest members to gather things to make you comfortable while telling the other three men to give him some air so he can check you aren't hurt without them breathing down his neck. 

Taehyung holds out a pillow for him and Jin carefully tucks it under your head. Yoongi then pulls Taehyung into him, partly to keep him out of the way, partly to comfort the panda as his scent becomes the most sour in the room. 

Jungkook comes back with a selection of blankets and plushies he knows are your favourites. Jin allows the bunny to tuck them gently around your body, careful not to jostle you too much. 

At this point, Jin is certain you aren't hurt, at least not more than a bruised coxix. But he wants to maintain the bubble of space he has created around you until you come back around.

Jimin hands him ice wrapped in a tea towel and joins the others on the sofa, watching anxiously while they wait for you to wake up. 

Until you come back around they can't know for certain what caused you to pass out, but Jin has a good guess, and it would seem the others might too.

"Did make her do that?" Taehyung asks in a small voice...

"Of course, you didn't make her do that," Jin reassures "Anxiety attacks can be triggered by anything and nothing. This is not your fault Taehyung-ah"

Taehyung doesn't seem particularly appeased by the doctor's answer but it's the best he is going to get for now at least. 

"She should be coming around by now right?" Jungkook asks "I normally come around by now,"

"Every panic attack is different, but judging by the scowl on her lips I'd say any moment now."

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You slowly start to feel the world around you again, starting with a cooling sensation on your forehead. Jin's concerned face swims into view and you suddenly become very aware of the ache in your hip from where you must've hit the floor. 

"Next time I'm going to need you to hold on to me tighter," You grumble, finding Jungkook on the edge of the sofa.

You attempt to prop yourself up only for Jin to push you firmly back onto the floor. 

"Stay there for a minute, if you get up too fast the world will swim and you'll end up back there anyway," The doctor says matter of factly.

You begrudgingly lie flat again, knowing he is right. 

"What happened?" Namjoon asks.

"Not sure... Never happened before," you answer. 

While it's mostly true (you have never had a panic attack like that) you are fairly sure you knew what might've caused it... but it was far too late in the day to be psychoanalysing what was behind it.

"Can we just go to bed? Maybe finish this conversation in the morning?" You ask, suddenly overwhelmed by how tired you feel.

"I don't really want you getting up yet," Jin says "But you also can't fall asleep there."

The thought of staying awake for even another second has you involuntarily whining. 

"That's okay, I can fix that," Namjoon says.

Before anyone can object, the leader has you lifted into his arms, cradling you against his chest. He carries you into the first of the two annexe bedrooms, followed by a very eager bunny and red panda. The door is closed behind the four of you. Annoyed grumbles can be heard behind the closed wood, followed by instructions of care from Jin before the others can be heard shuffling away presumably into the second bedroom. 

Namjoon lays you out on the bed and you snuggle into the pillows as bodies fall on either side of you. The caramel scent of Jungkook engulfs you as the rabbit tucks you in beneath his chin, wrapping his arms as tightly around you as he comfortably can obviously taking your earlier comment to heart. 

A small hand lands on your waist that can only belong to Jimin as he reaches over Jungkook's large frame to reach a part of you. 

Namjoon scoots in behind you on the oversized bed, His large frame easily caging you in the middle while one of his arms reaches across to cover his other two packmates. 

"We really need to hurry up and get a bed that fits all eight of us," Jungkook notes.

"It's waiting for us in the main house Kookie, just a couple more weeks," Namjoon reassures him.

"I don't want to wait that long," Jungkook whines.

"You realise even with a bigger bed you won't be able to sleep next to each person right?" Jimin teases.

"I'll find a way," Kookie responds defiantly.

More lazy conversation goes on around you but you're too tired to partake in it. Instead, you let the deep sounds and vibrations of their chests lull you into a deep sleep. 

You try hard not to focus on the new feeling tightening around your chest telling you to run.

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