#“Sam hes literally tried to kill me before”

[a-selkie-abroad]

It's easy to forget your arch-nemesis needs a cane because of his chronic joint pain when he beats you to a pulp every other week...

[findmeinforks]

The Incident - Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader

A little one shot that I just couldn't stop writing. A good angst to fluff (btw my fics will never be all angst, im too soft). Also do not fear, Im working on a Sam fic and part 3 to not letting you go. But you let ME know what you think of this one ❤️ 2K words

"My SISTER, Paul. She's my fucking SISTER!" you yelled, voice hoarse as your throat cracked.

"I could give a SHIT LESS WHAT SHE IS. YOU'RE. NOT. GOING." He screamed, jaw taut as he tried his best to subside the tremors that were threatening to take over his body.

You ignored the teeth he bared, shaking your head and scoffing.

"Aren't you tired of this?! I'm going over there. I HAVE to know she's safe."

"YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I'LL JUST SIT BY AND WATCH MY IMPRINT GO TO A PLACE WHERE I CAN'T PROTECT HER? WHAT ABOUT ME KNOWING THAT YOU'RE SAFE?? HUH?? YOU'RE SICK IF YOU THINK I WOULD BE OKAY WITH THIS!"

"Sick?!? SICK?!? LETS TALK ABOUT HOW 'SICK' IT IS THAT YOU WOULD WANT TO KILL HER AND THE BABY. THATS MY FAMILY PAUL!"

"AND WERE NOT?"

It had been like this for a week straight. Ever since the pack stormed through the door announcing their mission to kill Bella and the unborn child within her.

You felt as though your two families had been pinned against each other. Head spinning at the idea of there being a 'choice' between your sister and imprint.

On one hand you were desperate to make sure she was alright, but also exhausted at the never ending battle with your boyfriend.

Sure you had talked to Bella over the phone, but you didn't buy into the lies like your father had. Even though you knew significantly more than he did, she still attempted to downplay the situation. She had done this numerous times since getting thrown into the vampire world, but she could only keep you in the dark for so long before you unraveled the truth.

You had to see her. Even if it was the last time. By fate, or at the hands of the pack. You had to be there for her, as she would you.

Leaving your imprint though? Was at task challenging at best. On at least four different occasions you fought with Paul for so long that Emily and Sam had to intervene, prying you two apart at the pleads of other pack members.

Emily would console you while you ranted and Sam would make Paul run off his anger in the woods. When you faced him again, it turned into a rerun of the same argument. Nobody in the house had gotten sleep, and the things were progressively getting worse.

Quil came through the door, widening his eyes.

"Just a heads up everyone, a little comedic relief does not go over well. I saw my life flash before Paul's eyes." He huffed before sitting down.

"When is this going to be overrrr?" Embry whined. He shoved his head in his hands on the kitchen table while you and Paul went at it in the front yard.

Emily sighed.

"Unfortunately sooner than you think....Y/N packed her suitcase this morning." She said quietly.

"You're not really going to let her go over there are you?!?" Kim stood up, looking at both Emily and Sam.

"If you would like to stop her, please, be my guest." Sam motioned his hand to outside, where you and Paul could be seen through the window. You were throwing your arms up and pointing fingers at him, while his voice boomed loudly, towering his large frame over yours.

Kim winced.

You had always been the calm to Paul's raging storm. 'Made him all soft' as the guys would tease. None of them had actually seen you two disagree with each other. In the mind link they saw glimpses of minor arguments, most of the time being reconciled in the sheets..

Paul eventually got an order by Sam to think about something else while on patrol. 'Literally, anything else'.

"She's not going anywhere. I can count on my hand how many times they've been apart since he imprinted. They'll work it out eventually." Jared said as he pulled Kim on his lap, taking a hunk out of his apple.

Kim didn't share a look that she believed him, worriedly looking out to where you stood.

A few moments passed when her body stiffened and she gasped, making Jared look where she was.

"SHIT! SHIT!" He said, throwing Kim off his lap.

Sam turned to look out the window in time to see Paul phase, his sharp claw making contact with your skin. Your blood curdling scream instantly had everyone else off their seats, nearly knocking each other over to race outside.

You laid on the ground as your body wracked with sobs, clutching your side. Blood gushed through your hand as you started to panic, scrambling to stand. The large silver wolf only stood for a few moments before Paul shifted back, completely horrified as he frantically tried to reach you.

He felt his heart nearly rip out of his chest as you backpedaled into Emily, who was helping to hold you upright.

"NO! NO! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! IM DONE!" You cried.

Sam stood in the middle of the two of you.

Paul could feel his chest caving in, hand out, speaking more gently than he had at all in the past week.

"B-baby. Please. Please, I'm- I'm so sorry baby. Please let me just see-"

"NO! I'm done. I'm done. I'm leaving. I'm done." You repeated like a mantra, limping to the car.

"Y/N you cannot drive like this..." Emily attempted to say as she stepped in from behind you. She could see your anxiety was heightened, and afraid to set you off further.

"I have to go," you choked, on the verge of tears as you tried to open the drivers side. You had yet to even notice the gash in your side, adrenaline pumping wildly through your body.

Paul made his way around Sam, grabbing your other arm that was holding the door.

"You are crazy if you think I'm letting you leave like this. Please come-"

You yanked your arm from his grasp.

"Don't. Let me go!" You said coldly.

Paul froze. He couldn't move. You never spoke to him like this. Even in the numerous fights you two had this week.

Every single instinct in his body needed to help you. He knew you were downplaying your injuries. He knew he just royally fucked everything up. But the absolute last thing you could do was walk into a house full of vampires dripping in blood. Fucking doctor or not.

"Come inside and let me take a look at you, okay? Please." Emily said to coax you, frantically looking at your wound.

This made Sam follow her gaze, looking down to see the blood pouring from your side hadn't stopped, and you were growing paler by the minute.

"Y/N....you're going to stay here and I'll call Sue." He said in an authoritative voice, leaving no room to argue as he turned to start dialing the number.

You almost argued. You almost fought both of them on the subject. Your stubbornness almost won.

But you felt an immense pain. So strong you don't know how the hell you didn't notice it when you stood up.

That couldn't be good.

"....Y/N?" Paul said, barely above a whisper. Tears were now silently streaming down his face as he held both hands out slightly. Not close enough to touch you but to be prepared in case you fell.

You could feel yourself start to float in and out of consciousness. You tried to ground yourself by focusing on something. You looked at his hands that were outstretched.

Those hands that you held on your first date. The hands that hover your back anywhere you go. The hands that lift you up from the couch on movie nights to bring you to bed. The hands that move in just the right way when making love to you. The hands that were now shaking, not out of anger, but fear. You loved those hands.

"Y/N? Baby?" Paul said louder, more urgently as he could see you fading.

You watched him get blurry as the world started to spin.

"Paul," you murmured, before fading into darkness. The last thing you remember were the hands that caught you before you hit the ground.

"Y/N!!!" Paul screamed as he caught your body falling into him.

Sam ran back, telling him Sue was just up the street. He instructed Paul to carry you inside and onto the bed. The pack dispersed, each trying to find something to help you such as towels, an emergency kit and pillows.

Paul held you close as he lay you down, while repeatedly whispering in your ear.

"I'm so sorry baby. I'm so-so sorry. I cant lose you. Youre everything to me. I'll never yell at you again. I swear on my life. You can do whatever you want. I'll do whatever you want. Please, I love you." Paul pressed kisses to your hairline when Sue and her nurse friend entered.

Jared reluctantly came in behind them to lead Paul out of the room as they worked.

"Come on man, she'll wake up soon I promise."

After he was guided out, Paul slid down to sit on the other side of the door, refusing to move. Jared didn't push it, leaning down to sit next to him.

"Sue's seen this kind of stuff before. Just needs stitching up and stuff," Jared reassured as he put his hand on Paul's shoulder.

"It's not the injuries I'm worried about. So much as what she'll think of me when she wakes up. I....I fucked this one up, Jare."

"If Emily can forgive Sam, I think Y/N will forgive you. She's crazy about your ass."

Paul just nodded, praying he was right.

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Your eyes fluttered open slowly as you woke. You looked around to see that you had been bandaged up along your left side, an IV attached to your arm sat close by. You attempted to sit up, whining when the pain wouldn't allow it. Within a few minutes Emily entered, her face showing relief.

"You're up! How are you feeling?" She checked the IV before sitting on the edge of the bed, careful of your body.

"Sore...where's, where's Paul?" Your heart ached as you started to replay what happened. There was no doubt in your mind what happened was an accident. You had seen the signs he always warned you about, and chose to ignore them in the heat of the argument. Not only that, but the look on his face when you had refused him was too much to bare.

Emily smiled, not expecting you to want to see him so soon.

"He's just outside the door. Hasn't moved. He didn't know if you'd want to see him..."

"I need to talk to him."

It hadn't even been a few seconds when Paul stood at the door. He looked more out of shape than you did. The disheveled hair and dark circles under his eyes told you he hadn't slept in days.

"I'll give you two some space. Just holler if you need anything," Emily spoke as she stood up, making her way around him and down the stairs.

Paul remained where he stood,

"If you don't want to be with me I understand. I have no words for my actions other than I am so...." he cleared his throat, trying not to cry. "So incredibly sorry I put you through this. I put you in danger when I was trying to keep you out of it. You don't have to stay I-"

"Paul please just kiss me." You interrupted, not wanting to hear the rest as you already made up your mind in forgiving him.

He stood for just a moment longer, trying to comprehend if he heard you correctly. It was when you weakly opened your arms for him that he wasted no time in rushing over to you, cupping your face and gently yet passionately kissed you with everything he had. Tears flowed his cheeks at the relief that you still wanted him. Even after everything he had put you through.

You two pulled back for air after a moment, and you ran your hand through his hair.

"I forgive you, okay? I can't imagine my life without you."

He let out a breath, smiling for the first time in weeks.

"It will never happen again. I swear on my fucking life baby." He caressed your hair, neck, landing his palm on your heart.

You two sat like that for awhile. Almost scared to leave each other's presence. You two talked for hours on the bed. Paul had confessed that the night before, while you were sleeping, the pack had fought with the Cullens. You learned that Paul refused to go, not wanting to leave your side. You were grateful to hear that Sam didn't push on him being there, knowing you were all that mattered to him, and he'd refuse him if he had too. Even if it went against his every instinct as a wolf. Turns out that Jacob had imprinted on your niece, and Bella had survived, now as a vampire.

You weren't particularly thrilled your sister was now a bloodsucker, but as long as she was alive, you were happy.

Paul eventually made his way to the other side of the bed, kissing every exposed inch of you, whispering all the things he loved about you in your ear until you fell asleep.

When your heartbeat slowed down and he was sure you were out, he reached down and felt the velvet box in his pocket. No doubt in his mind about the future you both held.

[samandcolbyownme]

Hey girl I just wanted to tell you I love your drug dealer stuff. Like I don’t know what’s in the air when you write them but they speak to me 😭🫶🏾

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, drug dealer!Sam, mentions of smoking weed, drinking, Halloween party theme, fake weapons, flirting, kissing, biting, scratching, fingering, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), filth

Word Count: 2.8k | unedited

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“Sam and Colby go all out, dude.” Your friend, Mae, looks around, “Holy fuck.”

“I told you.” You laugh, “Sam and Colby love Halloween.” You make your way over to the table and hand her a cup, “I should have smoked before this.”

“Why didn’t you?” She looks at you as you pour liquor into her cup, and you shrug, “I’m out.”

“Why didn’t you say anything? We could have stopped at my guy before we came!”

“It’s okay. I’ll get more tomorrow.” You laugh, “I think alcohol is just fine for tonight, anyway.” She laughs, shaking her head, “I mean..”

“What?” You set down the bottle and look at her, “You mean.. what, Mae?”

She shakes her head, “You could just ask Sam.”

“Why would I ask Sam?” You furrow your brows and she raises hers, “What d- you do know that Sam deals.. right?”

You shake your head, “No.. he never t- Sam is a drug dealer?” You scoff as she nods and you look around, “That’s actually shocking.”

“I’m shocked you didn’t know.” She takes a drink and you point to her, “Is he who-“

“No, no. Josh only wants me going to his buddy.” She shrugs, “I don’t know. He’s weird about it.”

“Are him and Sam not friends?” You ask and she nods, “I mean, yeah. They had a falling out.” You laugh, “Maybe he doesn’t want you providing business to the competition.”

“You know, I never thought about that.” She laughs, “I can’t believe you didn’t know about Sam, does he know you smoke?”

“He has to, right?” You take a drink, “It’s not like I hide the fact that I’m not opposed to weed, you know?”

She shrugs, “I mean, how close are you and Sam?“

“Close enough to know that I like him.” You laugh and she nods, “Oh yeah. I know that.” She smirks, “Maybe you should go see him.”

“I can’t do that. He probably has people around him.” You look around, “I don’t even know where he is, usually he-“

You stop talking as a plastic knife slides against your neck, “Say one word..” Colby tries not to laugh, “and I’ll do it.”

“Hey Colby.” Mae laughs, “Please don’t kill my friend.”

“Alright, alright.” He steps back and moves to stand beside you, “Thanks for coming.” He slings his arm over your shoulder.

“Thanks for inviting us.” You look up at him, “What are you, a priest?”

“That I am.” He motions to his costume, “I don’t know why people can’t tell what I am. I’ve gotten a nun like four times.”

“Oh my god.” Mae laughs and you shake your head, “Hey, you know where I can get a joint or something?”

He nods, “Yeah, Sam’s upstairs. Last door on the right.”

“Why does everyone know Sam’s a dealer but me?” You scoff and roll your eyes, taking another swing of your drink.

“Everyone knows?” Colby laughs and Mae nods, “Literally.”

Colby looks down at you, “I didn’t know you smoked.”

You shake your head and walk away, debating on whether or not you wanted to just bite the bullet or not.

“Where are you going?” Mae walks up to you, “Are you really mad that-“

“No, I’m not.” You laugh, “I’m just, shocked that I didn’t know anything, like it’s actually surprising.”

She nods, “Yeah, Sam looks like such a good boy. I was shocked, too when Josh told me he was. I didn’t believe it at first.”

You bite the rim of your cup and Mae smirks, “Go.”

“Huh?” You look at her and she rolls her eyes, “Just go up. Colby told you where he was.”

“Yeah but-“

“Don’t.” She laughs, “Don’t sike yourself out. Just go.” She pushes you towards the steps and you sigh, “Fine. I’ll go.”

“Good luck!” She calls from the bottom of the steps as you walks up. You shake your head with a laugh and stop at the top as you stare down the hall way.

You drink more than half your drink and walk down the purple lit hallway.

You come to the last door on the right and as you bring your hand up to knock, it opens and Jake stands there with a smirk, “Hey.”

The smell of weed punches you in the face and you smirk, “Hey, Jake. I’m looking for Sam.” He nods and motions behind him as he walks out, “He’s in there.”

“Thanks.” You push the door open and Sam is sitting over by the window, “Well look who it is.”

“You know that really isn’t doing a good job as getting rid of the smell, right?” You smile and Sam shrugs, “I didn’t think so. What are you doing here?” He leans over and ashes the joint out of the open window.

“Um, you invited me to your Halloween party, remember?”

“No, I mean..” he takes a drag, “Up here.”

“Oh.” You close the door and turn back towards him, “I heard you can help me out with something.”

“What’s your poison, sweetheart?”

You bite down on the inside of your lip and you shrug, “I just need some weed.”

“Didn’t know you smoked.”

“Didn’t know you dealt.”

He smiles, taking another drag, “Touché.”

You laugh walking over, “I ran out yesterday, but I figured I’d just get some-“ Sam cuts you off, “Who do you usually go to?”

“I usually hit up Marx.” You bring your cup to your lips and he shakes his head, “Not anymore. You come to me.” Sam stands up, handing you the joint, “I’ll take care of you.”

You smirk, bringing the joint to your lips and taking in a much needed drag, “That a promise?” You ask as you exhale and you close your eyes, “I-I, uh, didn’t- fuck.”

“I mean..” Sam chuckles, “Yeah, yeah I guess.”

You smile and take another drag, walking over to the window to ash it, “How long have you been doing this?” You turn around and lean against it, looking up at him as he walks back over to you.

“Uh, a few years. Three maybe? I don’t know. I lost track a while ago.” He laughs, leaning up against the wall next to you.

You nod, the high feelings settling in quickly, “Yeah, that’s about how long I’ve been smoking.”

“It’s actually-“ he shakes his head as you offer him the joint back, “Crazy how we didn’t know this about each other.”

You nod, “Right. When Colby told me I could find you up here I-“

“Jumped at the opportunity?” He jokes and you roll your eyes, “Actually, I hesitated because I thought we were friends.”

“Huh?” He laughs and you take the last drag before putting it out, “I thought friends were supposed to tell friends stuff.”

“I mean, yeah.. but you never asked.” Sam shrugs and you tilt your head, “Fair.”

“Honestly, if I knew for a fact that you smoked, I would have offered to smoke you up a few times by now.” Sam smirks, “Do you-“

“Yes.”

“Alright then.” He brings a new joint to his lips and flicks the lighter on. You watch as he inhales as he brings the lighter down and you forget that he can tell you’re staring.

“Do you.. like what you see, or..” Sam smirks as he exhales the smoke and you nod, knowing your lies will be completely transparent, “Yeah, actually. I do.”

You keep your eyes on him as he brings the joint up to your lips.

You wrap your lips around the end, taking a drag before he pulls it away, “You’re so pretty when you’re high.”

You fight back a smile as you turn your head to blow the smoke out of the window, “You think?” You look back at him and he nods, taking a drag of his own, “More like..” he exhales, “I know.”

He steps closer and you go weak.

Your knees buckle and he wraps his arm around your waist, “Let’s get you away from the window.” He laughs as he leads you over to the couch and he sits down next to you, “How are you feeling?”

“So much better.” You lean back, resting your head along the top edge, “Thank you.”

He nods, taking another drag, “anytime, y/n.”

Just go for it.

Just do it.

Kiss him.

Your body reacts before you can think over your thoughts fully. You lean over, pushing his hand from his lips and you plant yours on his.

He reacts by laying his free hand on the back of your head and kisses your back.

You move your body to straddle him, kissing back his jaw and down his neck.

“Fuck..” he breathes out, “What took you so long?”

You shrug as you sit up, “Guess I finally built up enough confidence.” You smirk, biting down onto your lip. Sam smirks, bringing the joint to his lips, “I knew you would.”

You roll your eyes, smirking as he pulls you back into him.

There’s a knock on the door and Sam sighs against your lips, leaning back to yell, “Not now!”

“C’mon man. I need somethin’!”

You look down at Sam and nod, “Go ahead. I can wait.”

Sam cups your cheek and sighs, “I’ll be quick.” He leans up, pecking your lips before you move off of him. You watch as he walks over to the door and cracks it open, “What do you need?”

“Like an eighth or so.”

“Give me a minute.” Sam closes the door again and walks over to the desk. You spin around, watching as he glides through his process. After a few minutes, he walks over to you, placing a new joint in between your lips and handing you his lighter.

You light it, watching as he walks back over to the door, “Sixty.” He reaches out, taking the money before nodding, “Thanks.” He closes it, locking it, and then turns towards you, “Alright. Now that that’s taken care of.”

He walks back over to you, kissing you as he lays you back on the couch, “I want you to relax for me.” He takes the joint from your fingers, eyes on you as you exhale awhile giving him a nod.

He pushes up the skirt to your costume and bites his lip, “You’re so hot.”

You smirk, spreading your thighs as you bend your knees up, “So are you.”

He chuckles and shakes his head as he holds the joint between his lips. His hands slide down your thighs and his fingers hook over your panties.

He pulls them down over your hips and up and down your legs. He drops them to the floor and pulls the joint from his lips as he sighs, “You have such a pretty pussy.”

You can feel your cheeks heating up and your heart starts to pound as his hand inches closer and closer to your clit.

He takes another drag, his thumb pressing to your clit which earns a moan from you. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours before he exhales.

You inhale the smoke and moan as he slips a finger into your achy cunt, “F-fuck.” You breath out, “More, Sam. Please.”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” He leans up, taking another drag, and you whine as he slowly adds in a second finger, “Only.. for you.”

“Only for me?” He tilts his head as he exhales and you nod, “Only for you, baby.”

He smirks and glances down to watch his fingers slowly thrusts in and out, “You’re so wet already, goddamn, babe.”

Your jaw falls slack as whines spill out, your eyes staying on him as he continues to take drags from the burning joint between his fingers.

Your hand slides down between your thighs, your fingers pressing to your clit to draw circles.

“You close, sweetheart?” Sam asks as he leans forward, stretching to place the done joint in the ashtray. He looks down at you and you nod, “Y-yes.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead, then temple, cheek, then finally your lips, “you sound so fuckin’ beautiful.”

You moan more, your hand sliding up his chest to grip the collar of his sweatshirt, “Fuck, Sam.” You whimper as your walls tighten around his fingers, “I-“

“You got it, baby. Let go.”

Your eyes roll back and moans leave your lips in a constant string. His fingers guide you through as your hand slowly comes to a stop on your clit.

“Fuck, fuck.” You gasp out, your thighs tightening around his arm, “Sam!”

His fingers come to a slow stop as your legs relax, falling outward and you look up at him with a smile, “Are we done?”

He shakes his head, “Not even close.”

He moves to stand up, pushing down his joggers, and boxers, before sitting down, “C’mere.” He reaches over, grabbing your hand to pull you up.

You move over, swinging your leg over his lap and straddling him once again. Your hands go to the side of his neck as you lean in to kiss him.

The kiss is heated, kinda sloppy.

You both are moaning and his hands are pawing at your hips and ass, “Sit, baby. Please.” He tilts his head back as you kiss down his neck, “Fuck.”

You move your hips, sucking a spot into his skin as his cock slides against your folds.

“D-don’t tease me.” He chuckles, his grip on your hips tightening, “Please.”

You kiss up to his lips, pausing as you slide down onto him, your gasps mixing together.

You start to move up and down, his arms wrapping fully around as his one hand rests on your ass, “Fuck, yeah, baby. Just like that.”

You tilt your head back, “oh my god.”

There’s another knock on the door and a jiggle of the handle and Sam groan as he looks over at the door, “Fuck me.”

You turn his head back towards you, “I am.” You crash your lips onto his and he slides a hand up to your hair.

You moan as he tangles his fingers into your hair, pulling as he thrusts upward.

“Yo, Sam! You in there?!” Colby yells and before Sam can yell back, you lay your hand on his cheek, “Ignore him.”

You press your lips to his and he leans over, laying you down on the couch.

“You feel so fucking good.” He moans against your lips, his thrusts picking up, “fuck, fuck.” He kisses up your neck and moans lowly in your ear, “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your back lifts up off the couch, your moans growing louder as you feel a second orgasm making its way around, “Fuck, fuck, yesyesyes.”

Your legs tighten around him, your fingers slipping under his hoodie to dig your nails into his skin, “Oh my god.”

Everything was heightened, you felt like you were floating. Stars were forming behind your eyelids and all you could do was whine.

“So fucking good.” Sam groans deeply, “so f-fucking good, baby.” His lips attach to yours, moving in a heated embrace as he swallows your moans that slip through.

“M’close..” he grunts, his thrusts flipping to a sloppier pace, “where do-“

“Sit.. sit down.” You press your hands to his chest, pushing him upward. He leans up, pulling out of you to sit down and you quickly slide to the floor, positioning yourself between his knees.

You waste no time leaning up and taking his soaked cock into your mouth. Your head bobs up and down as your tongue flicks at the tip.

“Holy.. fuuuck.” He groans out, his hand moving to the back of your head, “J-just like that, baby.” He bucks his hips and you push your head down more, squeezing your eyes shut as you feel his cum shoot into your throat.

You lift up, bobbing slowly as he comes down, and you lean back, licking your lips as you give him a smile.

He shakes his head, his brows raised as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, “I think I just fell in love with you.”

You laugh, “Can’t say I haven’t been so..”

“What? In love with me?” Sam asks as stands up to fix himself. He glances over as you bend down to pick up your panties from the floor, “I mean, yeah. I can’t lie to you.” You laugh, “I’ve always had a thing for you, like I’ve said.”

“Finally just had enough confidence to say something.” He teases and you roll your eyes, “Uh huh. Just like you knew I would.”

You smirk as you slip your panties back on and he walks over to you, “Top drawer of the desk, there’s a thing of joints. Get one and relax.” He pecks your lips, “I’ll be right back.”

“Gotta go see what Colby wants?” You ask as you walk over to the desk, and he nods, “Yep.”

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[gallavichsreddie1128]

Experience (Cas)

Description: Y/N has feelings for Cas but after Dean tells him he wants to know if it’s true but Y/N keeps avoiding the question.

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1,796k

She eyed the angel as he talked to Sam and Dean about the latest case. He gave her a weird look as he noticed that she was staring at him. He couldn’t pinpoint the exact look in her eyes but he’s seen it before. She looked away once their eyes met. She couldn’t help herself as she eyed him. He was gorgeous. She’s had a crush on the angel and wanted him. He had no sexual experience which she loved. It was a wet dream of hers to ruin his innocence. “Why is she staring at me like that?” Cas asked Dean. Dean looked to where Cas’ eyes were and smirked. He was well aware of the crush Y/N had on the angel. “That my friend is the look of lust and want.” He turned back to Cas and winked. Cas looked confused. “What is lust and what does she want?” He asked the man. Dean shrugged and smiled. “Ask her yourself.” Cas took that literally and walked up to the woman. “Hey Cas.” She said. “Why do you stare at me with lust and what is it that you want?” He asked her. Her face was red in embarrassment and she opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t. Cas waited for her to say something but she walked away. He called her name but she ignored him.

“I asked her what you told me to ask her and she walked away.” Cas told Dean. Dean turned to him and looked at him like he was crazy. “You actually asked her that?” Cas nodded. Dean sighed and face palmed. Y/N was gonna kill him when she found out that he asked that because of him. “You told me to.” Dean nodded. “But I didn’t think you’d actually do it.” He exclaimed. Cas was confused, was he not supposed to actually ask her that? Dean closed the laptop and looked at him. “You can’t tell her I told you but Y/N has feelings for you.” “Like she wants to be with me romantically?” Cas asked. Dean nodded. “Yes and sexually but that’s besides the point.” He pointed out. Cas understood what that meant and he was shocked. Y/N never really showed interest in him besides staring at him like he was a piece of meat���.oh! Now Cas got it. It all adds up in his head. The look of lust and want. 

Alexis was getting ready for bed when Cas randomly appeared in her room. “Cas.” She jumped. He forgot that he was supposed to knock before entering a room. “Why didn’t you tell me that you had feelings for me?” He asked her, ignoring her jumpscare moment. She looked at him confused. “What?” “Dean told me that you look at me the way you do because of lust and you wanting me.” Her jaw dropped. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you he told me. Cas says. She had no words. Like what was she supposed to say to him? “Cas I really have no words.” She tells him and gets into her bed. “But you can turn off the light on your way out.” She says and yawns. He looks at her confused but does so nonetheless. 

“Next time she tries to avoid it don’t let her.” Dean tells him. Cas told him that he entered her room and asked her why she didn’t tell him. Dean wanted to roll his eyes but decided against it. “So I won’t let her avoid the conversation next time.” Cas says and Dean nods. He was surprised that Y/N hadn’t said anything about this yet. 

“He asked me why I didn’t tell him that I had feelings for him? Like why did he ask me that?” Sam shrugged. “He’s not an idiot Y/N you do make it kinda obvious.” Sam said. Y/N sighed. “But I didn’t think it was that obvious.” Sam laughs. “It was Y/N.” 

Cas had learned that he needed to knock on doors before entering. Y/N was in her room looking up cases when she heard a knock at her door. She gets up with a sigh and opens the door revealing the angel. “Hey Cas!” She says. “Can I come in?” He asked her not saying hi back. She nods and steps aside letting him in the room. He steps in and faces her. “What’s up?” She asked. “Do you have feelings for me?” She wanted to roll her eyes, annoyed that this conversation was coming up again. She was trying to avoid it. “Cas.” She complained. “Y/N you can’t avoid it forever. Just tell me.” She sighed. He was right. She just wished he could have found out differently. “Yes I do.” She said. The look in his eyes changed and he pushed her up against the wall. Her eyes widened as he leaned down and kissed her. She kissed him back but was surprised by his dominance. “Cas, where did you learn to do that?” She asked out of breath as they pulled away. “The Pizza man.” He said. She looked at him confused. “What?” She asked, confused. “I came across a movie and the pizza man did that.” She nodded as she got what he was talking about. “Well, is there anything else you learned from the pizza man?” She asked seductively. He shook his head. She pushed him to her bed. “Take off your clothes Cas.” She tells him. He snaps his fingers and he’s naked. She smirks at the sight. “I meant for you to take them off like a human but that works.” “Are you going to remove your clothes?” He asked her.

She shrugged and pushed him on the bed. “Maybe later.” She smirked. She got on top of him straddling him as she took his dick into her hands. He gasped at the feeling of her hand on him. She smirked at his reaction and started moving her hand. He was holding back moans as her hand dragged up and down his dick. “Don’t hide those pretty noises, angel.” She says and he almost came at her calling him that. He let himself make noises and she pleasured him. Each stroke getting a moan or groan out of him. She was getting wet at the sound of him. “What’s this feeling in my stomach? Why am I twitching?” He asked through heavy breathing. “Cas you’re about to have an orgasm. It’ll feel so good.” She told him speeding up her hand. “Better than this?” He asked. She nodded and said yes. She watched as his body shook and he twitched in her hand.

He was about to experience an orgasm for the very first time. Before he could experience that Y/N stopped her movements. Cas opened his eyes and looked at her. “Why’d you stop?” He asked her. She smirked at him and got off him. She began taking her clothes off slowly teasing him. He snapped his fingers and her clothes were off. She gasped and looked at him and he wore a smirk. “What was that for?” She asked getting back on him. “You were taking too long.” She laughed at his response and took his dick in her hand. She jerked him a few more times and placed him at her entrance. She slowly slid down on him causing them both to gasp at the feeling. Her pussy was drooling all over his dick as she sat on him fully taking him inside. Her walls gripped his dick tightly causing him to groan. “Are you good, Cas?” She asked. He nodded and closed his eyes, sighing as she began to move.

Her hips moved at a slow and hard pace not wanting either of them to cum too soon. She noticed Cas’ hands gripping her sheets and she grabbed his hands and placed them on her hips. He opened his eyes to watch as she began moving faster. Her boobs started bouncing and his eyes drifted to them. Her head was thrown back as she let loose all the moans and whimpers she had building up. He swallowed a groan that threatened to escape as she looked back down at him. His hands gripped her hips tightly and she moaned at the feeling. He was going to leave a mark on both hips but she didn’t care. “How’s it feeling Cas?” She asked through moans. He sighed and let out a groan. “Good. So good.” He groaned out. She nodded and moaned. His hands that gripped her hips began moving her faster on him. “Where’d you learn that Cas?” She asked. “I-I don’t know, it felt right.” He groaned and shut his eyes. She tried to keep her eyes on him as she wanted to watch him fall apart but she was also in so much pleasure that she couldn’t help but close her eyes.

The bed was now shaking and moving with them and she felt him twitch again. “The- The feeling is back.” He tells her and opens his eyes to see her lost in pleasure. Her mouth was agape and drool was coming out some. “Fuck Cas I’m close too.” She whimpered. She placed her hands on his chest and looked him in the eyes. Both of them so close to falling over the edge. Noises fell from both of their lips. “Cum for me Cas, it’s okay.” She whispered. He did as he was told and his eyes turned bright blue as he orgasmed. Y/N held back her orgasm to watch what happens to his body as he does. He groaned and closed his eyes and she felt him fill her up. She gasped and let go moaning his name. She cried out and rode both of their highs until she collapsed next to him. Both were sweaty and out of breath. Y/N waited and watched as Cas opened his eyes. He turned to look at her and gave her a small smile. “Wow that was-” “Amazing. I know.” She finished his sentence.

She watched as he got up from the bed and snapped both of their clothes back on them. She set up and stretched some and he watched her. “So if you have feelings for me and we just had intercourse does that make us a couple?” He asked. She smiled and stood up. “I mean that is if you also have feelings for me.” She said. “Well yes I do feel a certain way about you that I don’t feel for others.” He stated. She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “So Cas do you want to be my boyfriend?” She asked him. “Yes I would love to be your boyfriend, Y/N.” He says. She smiles and leans up to kiss him.

[lady-phasma]

I felt compelled to cite my sources for Armand and Lestat being an item off and on over the years. I’ve been in this fandom too long to get involved in ship wars or to really have an OTP for these crazy-ass vampires. I happen to love Armand and Lestat from the books and think that Assad and Sam make it work so well on screen. I hope we get loads more of them for season 3.

Anne wrote all of her characters as deeply flawed, we can all agree on that, but the nearly fanfiction level of “let’s see what happens when two of my most flawed characters get together” writing she did in TVA is brilliant. Book spoilers below.

Here's a link to a post I made about Lestat's perspective of Armand from TVL. (I have included one quote from TVL below because it's too precious to exclude.)

Lestat spends almost a full page describing how he sees Armand at a ball at the Palais Royal:

Yet never had Nicolas, mortal or immortal, been so alluring. Never had Gabrielle held me so in thrall. Dear God, this is love. This is desire. And all my past amours have been but the shadow of this. - The Vampire Lestat, p. 275

They literally feel the same about each other: instant attraction, love, desire, and so on. And it is powerful.

So powerful that hundreds of years later (in one of my favorite passages from any of her books) Armand is the only person allowed to approach an unconscious Lestat. Not only approach him, but allowed to lay down next to him and cuddle, caress, and console Lestat, to cry onto him.

I looked down on Lestat, who was unchanged, his hair fallen as before, a little over his left eye. His right arm was out, and his fingers curling upwards, and there came from him not the slightest movement, not even a breath from his lungs or a sigh from his pores. I knelt down beside him again. I reached out, and without flinching or hesitating, I brushed his hair back from his face. I could feel the shock in the room. I heard the sighs, the gasps from the others. But Lestat himself didn't stir. Slowly, I brushed his hair more tenderly, and I saw to my own mute shock one of my tears fall right onto his face. It was red yet watery and transparent and it appeared to vanish as it moved down the curve of his cheekbone and into the natural hollow below. I slipped down closer, turning on my side, facing him, my hand still on his hair. I stretched my legs out behind me, and alongside of him, and I lay there, letting my face rest right on his outstretched arm. Again there came the shocked gasps and sighs, and I tried to keep my heart absolutely pure of pride and pure of anything but love. It was not differentiated or defined, this love, but only love, the love I could feel perhaps for one I killed or one I succored, or one whom I passed in the street, or for one whom I knew and valued as much as him. - The Vampire Armand, pp. 368-369 (emphasis is mine)

But the contrasting absolute annoyance Armand has for Lestat is hilarious! He loves him but can barely stand him sometimes (that isn't unusual for Lestat's admirers).

Lestat, not a bad friend to have, and one for whom I would lay down my immortal life, one for whose love and companionship I have ofttimes begged, one whom I find maddening and fascinating and intolerably annoying, one without whom I cannot exist. The Vampire Armand, p. 276

But it's the way he describes things that happen to him that maddens me, the way that he connects one incident to another as though all these random and grisly occurrences were in fact links in some significant chain. They are not. They are capers. And he knows it. But he must make a gutter theatrical out of stubbing his toe. The James Bond of the Vampires, the Sam Spade of his own pages. - The Vampire Armand, p. 288 (emphasis mine)

Though Armand's head on Lestat's arm might be the most beautiful image of the two of them from any of the books, this line gives me chills every time:

"Lestat, my Lestat - for he was never theirs, was he? - my Lestat was crazed and railing as the result of his awful saga […]" - The Vampire Armand, p. 320 (emphasis mine)

Yes, your Lestat.

[marvelfanfn2187a113]

Look Out for You

Sam and Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: You stop taking care of yourself, literally worried sick when the boys don’t come home from a hunt.

Three days. Not a long time, right? Just a long weekend, really. 72 hours. It didn’t even qualify as long enough for a vacation. It was no big deal.

At least, until three days turned into four. 72 hours turned into 96. Regular texts turned into silence.

You’d been lounging around the bunker for four days. For the first three, you were anxious but functional. You hated it when the boys were out on a hunt far away; you spent the whole time worrying.

But it all went downhill when they didn’t come back. They were supposed to be back in three days at most, but that marker had come and gone and there was no word from Sam and Dean.

You hadn’t gotten any sleep the night they didn’t come home, and you found yourself too nervous to eat now. You’d called Castiel more times than you could count; he was busy in heaven, so you’d weren’t expecting a reply, but you tried anyway—nothing. You’d done the same with Sam and Dean’s phones, with the same result.

Four days turned into five; five to six. The food in the fridge was going bad, not that it mattered; you hadn’t eaten since day three. You hadn’t slept or showered, either; you couldn’t bare to to anything but pace around by the door, waiting, hoping, praying.

By day seven, you were pretty sure you were delirious. Whether it was from hunger or sleep deprivation you couldn’t be sure, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore except Sam and Dean coming home.

You felt like a rope, frayed at the end; like one little tug would unravel you completely. The tug came in the form of the sound of the door opening. Your whole body stiffened like you’d been shocked, and your exhausted system couldn’t take it. You knees gave out under you, and before the door was even open you began to cry. You weren’t even sure why; whether it was relief that Sam and Dean might be back, or fear that it was some intruder that would find you so vulnerable and kill you easily. Part of you didn’t care anymore; either way, the torture would be over.

“Guess who—hey!”

You heard the voice as if through a deep fog, and it didn’t register in you until you felt hands at your arms and face.

“Hey, Y/N!”

You forced your eyes into focus and saw Dean, his face hovering over you as he cradled your face in his hands, his brows drawn together in concern. Sam was at your side, holding onto your arms as though to anchor you to the world.

“S’m…De…” your voice was hoarse, and just trying to speak sent you into a coughing fit.

“Hey, hey it’s ok,” Dean soothed once he was sure that you weren’t hurt. He pulled you into his arms. “It’s ok, we’re right here.”

“You-you said three days,” you sobbed. “Where were you?”

“I’m sorry.” You felt Sam’s arms around your shoulder as he pulled himself closer to you. “We’re so so sorry.”

“What’s going on?” Dean asked as he pulled back. “You look awful, when was the last time you slept?”

Your answer was cold and direct.

“Day three.”

“Commere.” Dean sighed and stood, lifting you into his arms. “You need to sleep.”

You let Dean carry you into your room without a word, Sam following behind. But when Dean laid you in your bed you had to ask—

“Where were you?”

“The hunt went a little sideways,” Sam said. “We kept trying to send messages, but nothing went through.”

“I’m gonna have to give the communications system in the bunker a check,” Dean piped in.

“I’m sorry,” Sam added. “We really did try. But we can talk more about the hunt later, you need to sleep now.”

The room was quiet for a minute as you settled down in your bed. You were the first to break the silence.

“Can you stay with me?”

“Of course,” Dean said, and Sam sat on the edge of your bed. “We’re not going anywhere.”

…

Sam, exhausted from the hunt, ended up falling asleep right next to you. Dean, however, was too distracted to sleep. As soon as you and Sam were settled down and breathing deeply, he went straight to the kitchen. He was pretty sure just looking at you that you hadn’t eaten in a while, but he wanted to be sure. Sure enough, when he got to the kitchen, he found that there was almost as much food in it as there had been when they’d left. He set about preparing some food with whatever wasn’t expired.

“Dean?” Dean turned at the sound of your voice to see you sliding into the kitchen in your socks, rubbing your eyes.

“Hey kiddo,” Dean smiled softly. “Commere, I made you a sandwich.”

Dean watched carefully as you made your way to a stool and dig into one of the sandwiches he’d left on the counter.

“Sweetheart, when was the last time you ate?” Dean asked.

You swallowed guiltily and avoided Dean’s gaze as you shrugged.

“Sweetheart…”

“I couldn’t,” you said finally. “I was too scared.”

“Baby,” Dean sighed, pulling you into his arms when you shuddered. “I get it, ok? I know you were scared for us, but you can’t do that. You gotta take care of yourself. I don’t even wanna think about what would’ve happened to you if we had taken even longer to get back.”

“It’s just so hard.” Dean held you tighter when he heard your tear-strained voice. “I need you guys. I don’t know what I’d do if you guys didn’t come back…”

“I know, I know,” Dean soothed, his arms tightening around you. “Ok, we don’t have to talk about this now. Just get some food, and maybe a shower, ok? And then you should probably sleep more.”

You nodded your assent and returned to your sandwich. After a moment, you said—

“Dean? You…are you guys gonna be around for a bit?”

“Me and Sammy aren’t leaving until you’re taken care of, ok? You need some sleep, and you gotta be taking care of yourself. Plus, the bunker needs a serious grocery run. So yeah baby, me and Sam are gonna be around for a bit.”

Dean chuckled softly when you jumped up and hugged him again.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

“Anytime, little sister.”

“Mm, sandwich.”

You and Dean broke apart with a laugh as Sam staggered into the room and went right for the food.

“You gonna get some more sleep after that sandwich?” Sam asked you, suddenly serious.

“Yes mom,” you groaned, rolling your eyes.

Sam and Dean both chuckled at this.

“Just looking out for you, kid.”

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[miguelschamp]

you are in love

pairing: miguel diaz x fem!reader

summary: miguel gets tired of you avoiding him and finally confronts you

warnings: none

a/n: it’s wild that this is my first miguel imagine considering my username lmao 😭

growing up, you always thought love was fake. your parents always pretended like they were this happy couple in front of others when in reality as soon as they got home, it went down the drain.

you associated love with constant fighting and never truly being happy. even when you were younger, you vowed to never fall in love.

so, when a boy makes his way into the valley and manages to make you fall head over heels, it scared you.

miguel was probably the most genuine person you’ve ever met. truly caring about the people around him and managing to put a smile on their faces. especially yours.

you noticed how you really felt after miguel’s accident. it sounds bad, you knew that, but it wasn’t as bad as it seemed.

you knew before that you maybe had a small crush on the boy, but seeing him laying there after falling from the second floor quite literally almost killed you.

you were a wreck waiting for updates on him and if he was going to be okay. you ran straight to the hospital when his mother let you know that he was okay and was awake.

seeing him in the hospital bed with that same smile he always gave you made you realize just how hard you had fallen.

you tried sticking around for as long as you could. you managed to stay long enough to see him get out of the hospital and start “therapy” with johnny. you were there whenever he was finally able to stand. his eyes wide as he hugged you. you didn’t know how he couldn’t feel your heart beating against him, but hugged him back just as tight. but as the days went on, miguel realized you wouldn’t come around as much.

you would come up with random excuses whenever he asked to hang out. he would see you at school and call out for you, but you would rush off.

he couldn’t figure out what he had done or said to make you avoid him. his heart would drop whenever you ignored him like you didn’t even know who he was.

a couple of weeks had passed and a lot had happened. a huge fight at sam’s house between cobra kai and the other dojos. miguel harbored a few injuries, but would recover just fine.

he sat with his friends at a small pizza joint in town. his mind elsewhere and each other them noticed. they couldn’t take it anymore.

“dude, just talk to her.” hawk sighs. miguel looks up to notice all of their eyes on him.

“what ?”

“y/n.” demetri reiterates, “talk to her. you would think someone just ran over your dog by how you’re looking right now.”

“she won’t talk to me.” miguel shrugs, “i don’t know what i did wrong.”

“well, you’ll never know if you don’t talk to her.” hawk says, “she can’t avoid you forever.”

miguel looks down as he thinks over his friends words. what they said had some truth to it. he wouldn’t be to fix whatever was wrong if you don’t talk. and you couldn’t avoid him forever.

right ?

•••

you had no idea who had just knocked on your door seeing as no one had planned to come over. both of your parents were at work leaving you alone.

you sigh as you unlock the door and swing it open. your eyes were wide and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped.

“miguel.” you mumble

“hey, y/n.” he tries giving a small smile, “look, i know i should’ve told you i was coming, but i didn’t want to you come up with an excuse to not see me.”

your heart sinks. you hadn’t realized that miguel noticed your absence. you clear your throat as you try coming with yet another excuse, “i wasn’t avoiding you. i was just-“

“you were ignoring me, y/n.” he says, “just admit it.”

you blink. you couldn’t lie anymore, “okay, fine. yeah, i- i was ignoring you.”

his eyes soften as a small frown takes over his face, “why ?” he asks softly, “did i do something ?”

“no.” you say quickly, “you didn’t do anything.”

“then did something happen ?”

“no.” you sigh. you step out onto the porch closing your door behind you, “i’ve been lying to you this whole time, so i’m just gonna come out and say it.”

miguel straightens up as you look around, “okay.”

“i like you. a lot.” you blurt, “i love you actually, but i can’t.”

miguel furrows his brows, “what do you mean ?”

“because love isn’t a good thing. i see my parents who are supposed to be married and in love and all they do is yell and scream at each other. if that’s love, i don’t want to experience that.”

“y/n.” he says stepping closer, “that’s not everyone’s experience and it doesn’t have to be yours. love is a beautiful thing when it’s done right.”

“well, i don’t know what that’s like.” you say, “i felt myself falling for you and i got scared. i pushed you away because i thought it would be easier.”

“i don’t want you to push me away.” he says softly. you look up at him and notice the look in his eyes. you’ve never seen it before.

which was unfortunate because it had been there the whole time.

“what am i supposed to do, miguel ?” you shrug, “just be in love with my best friend ?”

miguel smiles, “well, yeah because i’m in love with you, too.” he chuckles as your eyes grow wide, “what ?”

“you just assumed that i didn’t feel the same way about you.” he says

“i didn’t..” you trail off, “i’m sorry.”

“don’t be.” he says shaking his head. “maybe you can make it up to me.”

you nod, “yeah, absolutely. what is it ?”

you watch as he becomes nervous under your gaze. his next words so soft you almost don’t hear them, “let me kiss you.”

you blink rapidly as his words repeat in your head. you were going crazy. he didn’t just say that. did he ?

miguel takes your silence as a rejection. his cheeks growing hot as he stumbles over his words, “you don’t have to. i’m sorry.”

you finally snap out of it as you hear him apologize profusely. you lean up and kiss him. miguel stumbles back a little before catching himself and wrapping his arms around your waist.

your hands go to his cheeks as you let out a sigh. as you pull away, miguel looks down at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes.

if he always looked at you like this, maybe you could get used to being in love.

[zepskies]

OMG I KEED A PART 2 TO SAM HAVING A CRUSH ON DEANS GF

Like idk maybe say Sam didn't listen to Dean and tried making a move on reader? Like ofc he wouldn't ever do that *I don't think* but in this hypothetical scenerio it happens

Hey hun!

Oooof, that's hard. You guys really like this angsty love triangle stuff, huh? 😂 I genuinely think Sam would rather saw off his own hand than hurt Dean that way. But this is like, the only thing I could think of on this one. 😅

See this imagine for context: You are Dean's one exception.

Pairing: Dean W. x Reader, one-sided Sam W. x Reader Word Count: 1,100

Imagine: Sam crosses the line.

Goddamn witches.

That's the last coherent thought Sam has, before his mind is no longer completely his to control.

Well, it's still his mind. His body. But the careful door in his mind and in his heart, reinforced with steel and chained shut with titanium, combo-coded, locked and loaded, now has broken hinges.

Thoughts he hasn't allowed himself to think for months are pried open, with a sick kind of enjoyment in pain.

You're his brother's girl. Sam can't help but love you. He wants you. And now, he might be able to have you.

The witch is dead, but the spell she just hit Sam with remains. He's not dead, so that's a plus.

"Are you okay?" you ask him, slightly breathless. You're the closest to where he's sprawled on the ground, so you go to him. You touch his arm, and he can't help but clamp down on your hand. He looks at you with the thinly veiled eyes of a hunter as he smiles. Because your concern reaches the deepest parts of him.

"I'm fine," he says.

But Dean reads the hunger in his brother's eyes. He's subtle in the way he grasps your shoulder and Sam's (noticeably tighter).

"But what happened? How do you feel?" you ask, trying to take stock of what you're all dealing with here.

"I uh...feel fine, actually," Sam says. He rolls his shoulders. His gaze focuses on you. Dean holds him back from getting off the ground.

"Get the book. See if there's a way to fix this," Dean tells you without taking his eyes off Sam.

Sam tilts his head at Dean, the beginning of an angry frown on his lip as you rush away to find the witch's spell book.

"What's the matter, Dean?" Sam asks. He doesn't bother to lower his voice. (He literally doesn't have a filter anymore.) "Afraid of what might happen when she actually has the chance to choose?"

Dean's lips purse as his eyes darken. "This isn't you. And when you wake up from this, you're either gonna hate yourself for even thinkin' what you're thinkin', or you're gonna have one hell of a headache."

Sam stares back incredulously. He scoffs. "What're you gonna do, kill me?" They both know that's not happening.

But that's also when Dean knocks him the hell out.

When Sam wakes, it's to you stuffing tissues in his bloody nose. He groans a bit. He looks at you and still wants. But when he looks down at himself, he's in the bunker, handcuffed to the war room table.

You look worried for him as you go back to your side of the table with the book. Dean is oddly nowhere in sight. Sam thought he'd be watching you (and Sam) like a hawk.

"Dean'll be back in a sec. He's trying to get ahold of Rowena," you supply. "But how're you feeling? What's the spell doing to you exactly?"

Sam rolls the kinks out of his neck and removes the tissues, even though his entire face radiates with pain. His brother once promised to break his nose, and he did just that.

"Basically? I think it took away my inhibitions," he replies. More like threw them in a blender and put his deepest, headiest desires into overdrive.

You frown. "Like a really bad bender, or a truth serum kind of thing? But why would he punch you out for that?"

Your gears are turning rapidly, weighing out all the options. You always were smart. Sam leans forward slowly. Noting your thread of wariness, his face softens. He doesn't want to scare you...

He sighs. "Listen...there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

He reaches out a hand. You're looking at him in frozen surprise. His curled fingers brush your cheek. He leans in toward your face.

But you flinch and pull away.

"What the hell are you doing?" you ask.

Sam should've known, but it still hurts him. His jaw clenches. The spell takes away his self-preservation, however.

Just as he might've tried with words to finally confess the depths of his heart, the door creaks open.

The sound of Dean's heavy boots approaching makes him flinch. But Sam looks over with an unrepentant stare.

Dean glances at Rowena, nostrils flaring. "Fix him." He gestures at Sam before he joins you on your side of the table, resting a protective hand on your back.

Rowena shoots him a droll look. "Only because you asked so nicely."

"I don't need fixing!" Sam argues, glaring at Dean. His voice echoes on the bunker's walls. "You're just afraid of what happens if she knows the truth!"

Your eyes widen further. You look from Sam, to your boyfriend. Dean's jaw is clenched tight.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?!" you ask in earnest. Dean meets your gaze for a moment, his face tense. His reluctant eyes communicate to you things you never knew. Things that clog emotion in your throat. Dean turns back to Sam.

"Don't do this, Sammy. It don't end well for you," Dean says.

"Like hell," Sam retorts.

"Okay, sleep now, dear," Rowena says. And with a wave of her hand and a haze of violet, Sam's world once again blackens.

When he next wakes, he's in his own bed. Not restrained. He indeed has a massive headache, and it's hard to breathe through his still broken nose. He groans and turns, and his brother is there.

When the overwhelming guilt sets in, Sam knows he's himself again, with all the careful walls around his heart put back in place. Rowena must've broken the spell when he was unconscious. Dean can see the truth in Sam's eyes.

"There he is," Dean remarks dryly. "Our giant Jekyll and Hyde."

Sam inhales deeply. "Dean..." I'm sorry doesn't quite cut it.

"She knows," Dean says, after a moment. "Obviously."

Sam nods, swallowing past a lump in his throat. He hesitates to ask the next burning question, because part of him knows the answer.

"It doesn't change anything."

Sam's head turns at the sound of your voice. You stand in the doorway, with your arms crossed despite the disheartened look on your face. Your eyes meet his, steady and sad, but firm.

"I know," Sam says, with a small, self-deprecating smile. "I'm sorry...for all this."

"It's not your fault," you reply. Spell or no spell, the way he feels is not his fault.

You step into the bedroom and go to Sam's bedside, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder. That hand smoothes up his neck, and your fingers briefly thread into his hair. Another silent conversation passes between you and Dean, the way only lovers that close can accomplish.

After a beat, Dean nods and gets up out of his chair. He thumbs at your cheek; it's both an answer to your unspoken request and an endearment. Then he pats Sam's shoulder before he leaves you and Sam alone in the room.

Trust. That's what that is. Dean trusts you, and now that the spell has worn off, he trusts Sam again.

Sam meets your gaze. As awful as he feels, he still loves you. He knows you know by the way your gaze meets his.

All he wants to do is touch you.

To apologize, and to touch you.

He hates himself.

You shake your head. "I love you, Sam. As my friend. My brother."

"I know," he nods. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," you reply. "You just have to respect that."

"'Course, I do," Sam nods again. You would've never known, if not for the damn spell.

You surprise him by taking his hand. Yours is soft and warm and kind.

Always kind...

But never truly his to hold.

AN: GAH! The Angst. You could bottle it. 😩

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A little blurb based on this thought that I had

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 1

Pt. 2 Ao3

This is not ideal. Danny thought deftly as he stared in shock at the absolutely massive problem he had just created for himself. He blinked slowly, trying to bring his brain back to speed. Definitely not Ideal.

Not even one week in Gotham, that was all it took to make such a big mess, thank you very much Fenton Luck. Danny had been accepted into Gotham U, having qualified for practically a full ride scholarship, and started next week. He had been in town to get settled for about three days when he was walking back to his apartment from a nearby Batburger.

Unfortunately a certain clown mistook him for a Wayne and well… yeah, he needed help with this.

“Hey Danny what’s up?” Sam’s voice rang as the call finally connected.

“Sam I think I have a problem,”

“What? Your roommate’s too Hot?΅ she joked

“No- no it's not my roommate-” he squeaked out. Shit how would he explain this? Logically Sam would be perfectly normal about it, probably even ecstatic, considering he did just-

“I killed the Joker” Danny blurted plowing past the sputtering noises coming from the other end of the line, “I didn’t mean to, i was just walking back to my apartment and he jumped out of an alley and tried to kidnap me, and you know I hate clowns and he caught me off guard, and well humans are a lot more squishy than ghosts and I think I used a bit too much force, but yeah.” he paused for a breath, “I killed the Joker, At least I think it's him. Ancients, Sam the bats are gonna kill me for this”

The tinny laughter he got in reply did nothing to calm Danny’s fraying nerves.

“Sam don’t laugh what am I meant to do?’’ He hissed

It took a few more moments for Sam to collect herself before she responded. “I’m sorry Danny, that's just so you of you to manage killing the Joker your first week in Gotham. Holdup, I'm gonna get Tuck real quick.”

As the sound of shuffling and footsteps filled the receiver, Danny tried calming down. Breathing deeply he walked over to examine the body. Yep, he thought, definitely the Joker, that pasty face and greasy green hair were hard to mistake, even for a non-Gothamite. Danny wrinkled his nose at the acrid stench rising from the smoking crater in the clown’s gut. You can never be too sure though, so Danny reached over to check for a pulse. Nothing.

The distant bickering died down as Tucker’s voice rang from Danny’s phone.

“Duuue, did you really?”

Danny took a shaky breath, raising the device back to his face, “Y-Yeah, he’s dead,” God please don’t let him come back to haunt me. ”Tuck what do I do?”

“Honestly man, I think you should just leave him, someone will find him eventually,” Tuck replied, the nonchalance oozing through his voice.

“I don’t know, I feel like we should tell someone or something-”

“Holy Shit!” Danny froze at the new voice coming from behind him. “Is that really him?” Red Hood asked incredulously. Ancients that's THE RED HOOD. Danny is so double dead.

“Tuck, I think someone found out,” he whispered into the mic, not taking his eyes off the imposing Figure that was the literal RED HOOD.

“It’s probably fine,” but Danny cut him off with a strangled yelp as Red Hood turned to face him Muscles tensing, shifting from shock to Ancients Danny hoped that rage wasn’t directed at him. That hope slowly dwindled as the vigilante stalked toward him, hand drifting toward the holster at his hip. Danny gulped.

“Did you do this?!” Hood seethed, and Yup Danny was going to die again today. What should he say? ‘Yes mr red hood sir I killed the Joker please don’t kill me’ no, no he should not say that. So he settled to let out a strangled squeak and a small nod.

Danny couldn’t breath as Hood crouched to assess the body. I didn’t breathe when Hood stared him down. No Danny didn’t even breathe when a distorted laugh rang through the air, or when Tucker and Sam anxiously screamed at Danny to respond.

“I Can’t believe the Fucker’s finally dead,” Hood breathed, kicking the dead clown for good measure. “What’s your Name Kid?”

Finally Danny let a relieved sigh escape his lips, he Probably wouldn’t die again tonight.

“Um, Danny?” he said tentatively, his voice rising toward the end making it sound more like a question. Hood just laughed more.

“Well Danny, do you like burgers? I've got to thank you somehow.” Dany was in shock. What. the actual. Hell. slowly he nodded because what else was he supposed to do when RED freaking HOOD offered him food for killing a literal terrorist on accident. “Good, I have to make a few quick calls but don’t go anywhere.” and he walked a few paces away, leaving Danny in Shock and confusion.

Slowly he raised the forgotten phone to his ear. “Uuuuh Guys…” he waited a moment for the yelling to die down before continuing, yeah, this might be interesting.

[mit0bee]

Hii! Could you write Silver and Jamil with a s/o who is touch starved? In the sense they're not opposed to affection, but aren't that used to it and get kind of startled, but crave it nonetheless? Thank you so much, have a great night!

WHY IS THIS ME???? ill def be making a pt 2 because i love this so much

Twisted Wonderland Boys with an S/O who is touch starved

Stuff you should read: touch starved s/o, a tinyyyyyyyyyyy bit self indulgent because me too anon me too, bulleted post, i didnt use actual grammar/punctuation because i am lazy, once again no beta we die like men Characters: Silver Vanrouge, Jamil Viper, Malleus Draconia, Leona Kingscholar, Sebek Zigvolt, Lilia Vanrouge

SILVER VANROUGE

Silver first found out about your touch starved-ness when he accidentally fell asleep on your shoulder

When you shrieked softly in suprise, he shot up, thinking that he might've hurt you.

When you explained to him that you were just not used to physical contact, he sighed in relief.

i kid you not he genuinely thought he somehow headbutted you

And oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh boy when he learned that you craved touch, the boy was so ecstatic (for his standards)

from then on, he was always somehow holding your hand, or had his head resting in your lap or something

(at first, he would ask you or warn you before he would touch you, just so you wouldn't be too suprised or startled, but if you were okay with it, and as you got more comfortable, he'd just go for it)

if you were okay with more romantic displays of affection, he'd nap during lunch with you in the courtyard, with you somehow in his embrace

hes such a pookie i swear (im sorry his is so short idk how to write silver *sob*

JAMIL VIPER

Jamil actually found out from a silly little walk to Sam's

he went to hold your hand, and you pulled away, surprised

he thought you were mad at him and when i tell you this man tried to think of a reason why you would be mad at him

when he couldnt think of anything, he decided to just come out and ask if he did something wrong

and then you explained it to him

like silver, he sighed in relief

but not a little sigh

a big one

like muscles relaxing and everything he genuinely thought you were mad at him.

so when you slowly brought your hand to his, lightly squeezing it, you almost killed him

my dude ASCENDED like he actually would die with no regrets

when he figures out that you actually crave touch, he isn't as ecstatic as silver, but hes fairly excited

he'd definitely enjoy showing that he loves you through small physical touches (hand holding, maybe having your arm around his, ect)

Again, like silver, he'd tell/ask you when/if he was going to hug you or something

he wouldn't ALWAYS be touching you, but he would be in private

he himself is kinda iffy on pda but he'd hold your hand or something, nothing like kissing or full on big hugs, but hand holding is a big one for him

you two probably came up with one of those cute systems where its like "two hand squeezes means ily" or something

MALLEUS DRACONIA

he found out when, on one of your nightly walks, he tried to hug you and you just...froze in the hug

he just comes straight out and asks, he doesn't want to assume you're mad at him, but he did do something wrong, he wants to apologize

"Child of Man, is everything alright? You froze."

when you explained that no, nothing is wrong and that you just were a little touch starved, he nodded thoughtfully

"Well then, would you be okay if I request a hug, instead?"

^^^ (all of these men are so polite omg)

when you say yes, he is very happy

if he had a tail, it would wag

you know those cute pictures of rlly tall people hugging their shorter friends, s/o's? thats what this becomes. he is just leaned over, hugging you

"tsunotarou....shouldn't you let go now...?"

give him a second

when he learns you crave physical touch HE IS LITERALLY SO HAPPY

i hc that one of his main love languages is physical touch, so he is VERY HAPPY that he gets to show you just how much he loves you

once again, is another who would start with telling you when he will touch you, but his telling phase ends fairly quickly compared to silver and jamil

his main forms of physical contact are those elegant ones like where he has a hand on the small of your back

he would ALWAYS BE TOUCHING YOU.

more than silver

tfym he cant come to your ancient curses class with you when he has potionology? he already knows everything he needs to know anyway, so why cant he hold your hand a little longer :(

will 9/10 times end up sleeping over at ramshackle big spooning you (the big spoon in me wants to big spoon malleus but maybeeeeeeeeeee ill save that for another post)

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

he puts his head in your lap, and now youre shifting around?

come on herbivore smh smh you cant move so much hes trying to sleep!

when the thought eats a little too much at the back of his mind, he finally asks you whats up

when you explain it to him, he sighs and STAYS WITH HIS HEAD ON YOUR LAP.

but the only reason he keeps his head in your lap is because he knows his herbivore, and he knows all the signs that you're truly uncomfortable with something, so he knows that you don't mind

he breaks the cycle of asking. like i said before he knows his herbivore well, and he knows your boundaries and the signs that your uncomfortable even better, so he knows he won't overstep

i feel like he never had to figure out you craved attention, hes an observer, and just kinda always knew by your lingering touches, even after the shock of the touch

his favourite forms of physical touch are to lay his head in your lap, and basically anything (sexual or non sexual) where your body is on/close to his

hes another one whos main love language is touch, so he is too seen skipping his classes to hang out with you/to pull you from yours to the botanical garden

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

hes very aggressive with his affection, so when you shied away from his hug after training, he did a Jamil and tried to think of any reason you'd be mad at him

hes kinda sulking for the rest of the day until he decides to just come to ramshackle to ask you

"sebek wtf are you doing at my door its the middle of the night- WHY ARE YOU WET?!"

"I COULDN'T SLEEP THINKING YOU WERE MAD AT ME! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT I DID, SO I CAN PROPERLY ATONE!!!!!!"

"............what.................?"

you had to run and grab a towel because this idiot decided to WALK over while it was RAINING

when you explained everything to him, how you were just surprised, he understood immediately, so, he joins the Polite Cult (tm) and asks you to give you a hug

when he finds out you crave touch, he is a man on a MISSION

he WILL make sure you get what you want becuase he LOVES YOU SO MUCH

(just dont use your power over him when hes trying to protect malleus. he will become crisis'd about what to prioritize)

he loves to hold your hand sosososososo much its such a little gesture that can mean so much

hold his hand.

LILIA VANROUGE

he went to taze you (yk when you put your hands on someones waist and just pinch/tickle them while going ZZZZZT? yeah that) and you almost died of shock

hes seen many things, when your a prehistoric artifact like him, you know whats up

so you didnt even need to explain, he just kinda knew the second you screamed

hes also like leona in the sense he just knows you arent necessarily uncomfortable or anything

but he still tries to limit the amount he scares you but COME ON....your back is faced to him! its the perfect chance to scare you!

he, again, knew you needed more physical touch, so he's always stuck to you whenever he can be

not like skipping class level like malleus and leona, but he still is with you 90% of the day

another one to come to ramshackle with you, but he wont tell the others where he is so everyone thinks peepaw went missing

get peepaw to take his meds please hes a little deranged

--------------------------- I LOVED WRITING THIS SM but i was cramping the entireee time :( m.list @mit0ee 's work, please do not steal!

[wrightingdungeon]

SDV Leaving Items behind that the Bachelor's find

Gender Neutral Farmer

Alex: He thought you had grabbed all the junk you had dumped from your pockets when you both hung out, yet here he was, looking at your tube of lip balm. Haley had left all sorts of lip gloss and lipsticks in his room, but knowing this touched your lips made his mind and heart race. His lips were chapped from the fall weather, though… It's just chapstick… Alex's face was bright red as he put on the chapstick. The flavor was sweet but not overpowering. This is probably what your lips tasted like. The thought made his heart pound. 

The next day, he handed the lip balm back over, his cheeks a hint of pink. “You left it behind,” he said, looking away. “Uh, Alex… You know this is tinted?” Alex’s face flared up bright red, not knowing lip balm could be colored. ‘Yoba kill me now.’ he thought, mortified at the realization.

Elliott: You both had long hair and millions of hair ties, but this hair tie on his wrist wasn't his, and he knew it. It was a spiral hair tie, the kind you preferred to wear. He blushed softly, wondering how the hair tie had ended up around his wrist. He remembered you had come over, letting your hair down and leaving before you could put it back up. He must have grabbed it and put it on without thinking.

Playing with the hair tie, he smiled softly, his thoughts drifting to you. Carefully, he pulled his hair back and secured it with your hair tie. Getting up, he walked to his piano, his mind buzzing with new ideas inspired by his muse. “Thank you for this gift.” He said softly as his fingers found the warn keys

Harvey: He smiled, waving goodbye to you as he watched you make your way back to the farm. Heading back upstairs, he stretched, ready to end the night. As he brushed his teeth, he walked around, getting everything ready for the morning. He almost choked when he noticed your jacket still hanging on the back of a chair. Finishing his tasks, he made his way to your jacket. Picking it up, he rubbed the fabric, feeling how it felt under his fingers. Blushing and looking around like he might be caught in his own home, he slowly brought the jacket to his nose. Smelling your scent on the jacket, he chuckled softly. It felt like he was in high school; he knew he was being silly.

Still, he couldn't help but hold your jacket close as he drifted off to sleep. The next morning, he felt embarrassed as he prepared to return the jacket to you. When he handed the jacket back, he almost fainted when he saw you bring it to your nose and inhale deeply. “It smells like your place now, Harvey,” you said with a small smile. Error: Harvey.EXE has shut down.

Sam: He was jamming out to his music in his room as he cleaned when he noticed a pair of sunglasses that were not his. Picking them up and looking them over, he chuckled, recognizing them as the Farmer's. Trying them on, he couldn't help but strike a few poses in the mirror, complete with finger guns. Returning to his cleaning jam session, he laughed and he belted out the lyrics, picking up the broom and using it as a microphone and then as a guitar. Lost in his music, he failed to notice you had come looking for the sunglasses until he jumped off his bed, sliding on his knees, literally sliding into you.

“What's up, Joel Goodsen?” You joked looking down at him with crossed arms. Sam chuckled, quickly scrambling to his feet. “F-Farmer! Heeeeey!” He tried to play it off, giving you back the sunglasses, his face bright red. “You know what, they suit you better anyway. Keep 'em."

Sebastian: Groaning, Sebastian tossed clothes around the room, searching for his scarf. Cold weather outside makes it uncomfortable without the scarf. “There it is,” he said, spotting his scarf, but his excitement turned to surprise as he noticed it tangled with yours. He knew you were looking for yours, but hadn't realized he had it, not knowing when you left it behind. Untangling them, looking between them, he left his behind and wore yours instead. Its fabric still carried a faint trace of your scent. 

“Is that the farmer's scarf?” Maru asked as Sebastian passed her. “Nope, mine now,” he muttered, grateful the scarf hid his smirk. On his way home, he bumped into you. “Nice scarf, never seen that before,” He chuckled at your sarcastic tone letting you take the scarf off him. “Never have I, it just showed up in my room, thought I'd show it some love.” He quipped back chuckling at the blush on your face

Shane: Shane sighed, glancing at Charle. “Lost my beanie…” He frowned, having searched everywhere for it, guessing he misplaced it while out last night. “Was on a roll…” He grumbled, frustrated by the loss of his beloved beanie. “Uncle Shane! Uncle Shane! Found it!” Jas burst into the coop, waving a beanie above her head triumphantly. “It was on Marnie’s counter!” She handed it to him, but it wasn’t his; it belonged to the farmer. “Uh… Thanks, Jas,” he said, smiling as he accepted it, already planning to return it. “Well, put it on! I found it!” Jas urged, delighted to have found something special for Shane.

Blushing, he put the hat on, not wanting to upset his goddaughter. It was just as comforting as his, if not more, knowing it was yours. “Hey, Shane, I think I grabbed your beanie by mis-” He looked up as you walked in, holding his beanie, a smirk forming on your lips. He ripped off your beanie, his face bright red, trying to ignore Jas’s giggles at his messed-up hair.

[rivendell-poet]

Hello! Sorry if this is a weird request but I need comfort rn and would really appreciate it. Could you please write something about the Fellowship (+ Faramir and Eomer) with a s/o who suffers from hypoglycemia, or low blood sugar. So like she constantly has to have food with her at all times because her blood sugar drops super fast. If you don't treat it right away hypoglycemia can send you into a coma or even kill you within an hour so it's pretty serious, and I think it'd be sweet to see them worry. It's something I suffer from so I'd appreciate it. Thanks!!

Hi! First of all, I want to apologise so much for the wait. Second, thank you so much for trusting me with this - I've researched the best I can, but please tell me if there are inaccuracies & I'm happy to adapt/edit this. I hope you enjoy it, and again my sincere apologies <3

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𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧

✧ Has heard of it before, but only in passing and has never pursued study about it. Until you tell him that you have it.

✧ To which he immediately begins to rectify the situation, which starts with asking you. He's very attentive the entire time, asking questions in the correct places and quickly getting a grasp on the basics.

✧ (Also goes to Lord Elrond for advise and to persuade the books and knowledge there. Although it's not a slight on your explanation at all, he simply wants to do the best he can to keep you safe.)

✧ Thanks you for honouring him with your trust, and promises that he's there if you need anything.

✧ Begins to also carry around sugary food. Predominantly dried berries and fruits while as a ranger, but he will buy you and sugar you want when he's king (and honestly most things you want anyway).

✧ One of the best at recognising your symptoms or when you've hit a low - and is quick to check you have what you need.

✧ Big believer in sitting down when your dizzy, as long as you aren't in a literal lake. Asks if you need anything else, before setting down his cloak as a kind of blanket.

✧ Very content to simply sit down for as long as you need.

✧ Is also understanding with more emotional symptoms of hypoglycemia, and one of the most helpful and understanding when it comes to this.

✧ Will stay with you and reassure you as well as he can. Has a good mixture of taking your worries seriously, while also recognising them as symptoms and encouraging you to get your blood sugar up.

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ Noticed something before you revealed it, with all the snacks you constantly have, but doesn't realise it's a medical condition.

✧ When you tell him he instantly asks if you need to eat something, before realising what he's said and apologising.

✧ Also asks a lot of questions, and gets progressively more and more concerned as you explain (he tries to conceal his facial expressions, which works somewhat well).

✧ Gets a lot of snacks for you, although they start off with being mostly berries. He is very open and asking for feedback on his snack selection.

✧ Very observant as to when you begin to exhibit symptoms, although he's better at recognising physical symptoms than mental symptoms.

✧ Doesn't entirely trust himself to recognise symptoms at the start, so regularly checks in on you to make sure you're ok (when you've last eaten, the exercise since then, etc).

✧ Legolas doesn't joke with your condition, but does express displeasure about the human body doing what it does ('but why? You don't deserve this').

✧ If you're having an low moment, you can see him struggling between wanting to leave you alone and wanting to keep you close to him.

✧ He will go with whatever option you want, but is always incredibly gentle with you when he's there.

✧ Often will sit in a tree, always remembers this is not the best option and somehow gracefully falls to the floor.

✧ (Also sits directly on grass but never gets grass stains.)

𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐢

✧ Has legitimate sugar-cubes for you when he first learns, although his repertoire eventually expands. (At the start there's also a lot of dried and candied fruit.)

✧ The most brusque about checking that you've eaten sufficiently.

✧ Tries to not be worried, doesn't do an incredible job of hiding it.

✧ Can practically seek his heart-rate spike when you get out something to eat. Instantly stops whatever he's doing to make sure that you're ok.

✧ Will check on you every few weeks, repeating his more basic knowledge and checking that you're still ok.

✧ Although he's the most worried - he's also one of the ones who is most ok with you joining in at combat and not treating you like you're fragile.

✧ He has faith in you destroying your foes - low blood sugar or not.

✧ Drinks a lot less around you, and when he does he researches as to what's best for you.

✧ (Would experiment with your tastes if you do drink.)

𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Hasn't heard of it - but is very responsive, sits down with you and talks it through with you.

✧ Checks in on you quite often, and if he's gone too long without checking you can feel his hand encompass yours. "How are you, my love?"

✧ If you're ever feeling dizzy or shaky because of a low he's there for you, and if you're ok with being touched he'll take you in his arms to keep you safe.

✧ Insists that you should sit down eventually, but even once you do he keeps you close to him.

✧ Buys a lot of sugary things for you (he actually has a very sweet tooth, so has a lot of recommendations).

✧ After every low, without fail, he takes some time to talk to you. To make sure you’re ok, if there’s anything he can do for you, and if there’s something he can do to prevent it next time.

✧ But, most importantly, he wants to make sure you know that you aren’t a burden. That he loves you, all of you, and he doesn’t care about little things like this.

✧ Nothing could make him love you less.

𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧

✧ Needs you to explain it to him (probably multiple times). Every time he apologises, but it’s just because he’s concerned - that he needs to know he can keep you safe.

✧ The most open about asking if you need anything, with a straightforward approach rather than just getting ready to care for you.

✧ Is more than happy to share the stash of sweets he keeps on him at all times, although over time you do notice it changing to compliment your tastes.

✧ Actually keeps a little journal of your lows, when they occurred and how long for. He even has a little symbol and colour chart to help keep track.

✧ Is a little embarrassed when you first find out about it. “I- I just wanted to make sure you’d be ok, that I could keep an eye on you. Here.”

✧ (Asks if you’re ok with him doing this afterwards, and completely respects your wishes either way.)

✧ Often asks for kisses after you’ve eaten something particularly sugary (if you’re up to it).

✧ Manages to guess what you’ve eaten with remarkable accuracy. You’re fairly certain that sometimes he gets it wrong simply to kiss you again.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲

✧ Actually very responsible. Listens to you intensely, and then goes away and does a lot of his own research.

✧ Every now and then he’ll ask you a few clarifying statements, and when you ask how he always shrugs and gives (not deliberately) vague answers. Manages to understand the basics of your condition fairly quickly.

✧ Is always ready to talk if you ever need to complain or vent your frustrations, and has mastered the art of agreeing with you and making you feel heard without hijacking the conversation or making it darker than you want.

✧ Has a little stash of some hard sweet (like sherbets or humbugs) in the pockets of almost all his going-out clothes as an extra back-up. Sometimes accidentally gets multiple.

✧ Very good at staying calm in situations, and will stay as long as you need to make sure you’re ok or walk you through something.

✧ More than happy to offer up his coat if you ever need to sit down and there’s only grass.

𝐒𝐚𝐦

✧ The one who enjoys baking you the sweets you carry.

✧ Always slips you a pastry or tart whenever you leave the house, and makes sure you have something with you at all times.

✧ While perusing his recipe books, you notice little scrap notes - details of how much sugar there is, how well it works as a pick-me-up for you if you’re feeling down. It’s remarkably well-kept.

✧ Of course, if you comment on any of this he blushes as he denies it being a big deal.

✧ “It’s no problem! I just want to show how much I love you, is all. And- this is one of the best ways for me. Because I do love you, and what’s the point in loving without something to show for it?”

✧ Also very aware of when you being to display low blood sugar, simply gives your hand a squeeze and gently looks over to you. Asking if you need him for anything, anything at all.

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨

✧ Is the one who you know will, without fail, stay with you until the end.

✧ Even if you need him to go get something for you he always says he’ll be back shortly, always gives a nervous glance before finally leaving.

✧ Asks if you were ok when he comes back in.

✧ Also gets quite worried when you first tell him, and you need to reassure him a little.

✧ Still, he always tries to bake for you - and also has quite a lot of food in his pocket. When he can’t get anything done, or the recipe is too complicated, he’ll sheepishly ask Sam.

✧ Quite often takes picnic blankets when he two of you are going on walks, and gets it out as soon as you need it.

✧ (Honestly, you sometimes wonder if he gets it out just so he can stop and sit down on a blanket or a while.)

✧ When the two of you are staying together he’ll often lie next to you, smiling and leaning on you while still staying awake. Very occasionally, if he hasn’t slept, you realise he’s fallen asleep on you.

𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐫

✧ Suspects you have a medical condition before you tell him, but won’t ever comment on it. (He does do some reading up beforehand.)

✧ When you tell him he takes it very seriously, and afterwards thanks you for trusting him. There’s a slight blush when he asks if there’s anything, anything at all, he could do to help you.

✧ You assure him that if you need him you’ll say so - and he holds you to that promise.

✧ Isn’t much of a baker, or that much of a sweet tooth, but enjoy going around and buying you things that he thinks you’ll like.

✧ Oftens ends up with highly decorated items (and has a weird tendency to get rose flavoured things) for you. You still appreciate it, and he always informs you of how sugar content there is.

✧ Panics the first time you’re very low on blood sugar, but keeps it fairly well concealed. The second time he’s much more put together.

✧ He’s the one you, generally, feel safest telling if you ever need anything. He always nods, gives you a quick kiss, and immediately gets whatever you were asking for.

✧ When you first mention you feel weak, he jokingly offers to carry you. You jokingly take him up on it, but to your surprise he immediately picks you up and takes you wherever you need to go. (Secretly enjoys this a lot.)

✧ If you’re quite out-of-it, having blurred vision or serious symptoms, he sits with you and tells stories to keep your mind of it. Stays as close as he can, often letting you lean against him.

𝐄𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫

✧ Will probably need quite a bit of explaining as to what your condition is, but you can tell that he’s trying.

✧ Is also the one who cares the least - not because he doesn’t care about you, but because he loves you for your personality, your smile, and the way you understand him. You having hypoglycemia doesn’t affect that.

✧ However, when you realise in a panic you’ve forgotten a sweet, he quietly offers you one of your favourites.

✧ You can see the blush on his cheeks as he insists it’s nothing, before looking away. And then asking if you’re ok about three seconds later.

✧ Checks up on you probably an excessive amount, but it’s out of a place of concern. (It’s also very easy to tease him about it.)

✧ “You’re still the person I love, and you’re still just as strong with or without it. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t love you for you?”

A/N : Hopefully you enjoyed! Also, sorry for the lack of updates this week - it's been quite busy for me, but I hope to get back to my regular schedule (and do something special for Halloween!)

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Hi! Can I request poly hcs of yandere bayverse Optimus Prime & Megatron with fem reader. Could you possibly add some fluff? Thank you, love ur blog! 💕✨

Bayverse Poly! Yandere Optimus Prime X Reader X Megatron

A little longer than I meant, oops-

You’re Sam Witwickey’s sibling. You were more well-read than your brother, and much more polite. When Sam said that he was going to sell your great-great grandfather’s glasses, you were appalled. You immediately snatched them away from him. 

“These are antique! So are these!” You snatched other items up. “You can’t sell them, bozo!” 

“But I need the money! For the car!” Sam tried to grab them back. 

“What if I paid for a portion of it?” 

Sam halted his movements. “What?” 

You huffed. “I’ll pay for some of the car- but YOU have to make sure to give me rides sometime.”

“YES!” He coughed, “I mean, yeah. Sure. You’re my sibling, of course you’d get rides.” 

Then it happened- you met the Decepticons on the way to get the glasses fixed up. You dropped them off at the small antique shop and began your walk home.

A patrol car’s lights went off next to you, and you pulled off to the side into an alleyway. What shocked you the most, however, was when it transformed into a literal robot. You felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground unconscious.

“Frag.” Barricade muttered, pressing his servo to his helm. “Barricade to Starscream. I have the human, but they are unconscious.” 

“Bring them to me.” Starscream ordered.

Before Barricade could respond, a loud honk echoed around the alley and a semi slammed into him. Optimus quickly transformed and snatched you off the ground, handing you off to Bumblebee. “Get them to safety!” 

Bumblebee drove off with you in tow, and Sam quickly shook you awake. “Sam?” You asked. “What happened?” You suddenly remembered the giant robot that had forced you into the alleyway. “The robot-!” 

“Yeah, there’s a few of them. I’ll explain in a bit- where are the glasses?” 

“Back at the antique shop… why?”

Right after you went back to grab the glasses, you met the others. The situation was explained to you, and you were scared. You just wanted to go home and sleep. Unfortunately, as soon as you got home, people from ‘sector seven’ were there to take you away. 

You sat crying in the backseat as Sam and Mikela tried to comfort you. “It’ll be okay, (Y/N).”

“No it won’t!” Simmons said from the front seat. “Not unless you tell us what you kn-” 

The car slammed forward. Optimus ripped off the roof of the car. “Taking the children and (Y/N) was a bad move.” 

Optimus scooped you up to sit you on his shoulder, holding their weapons on the aggressors the entire time. 

When Sam and Mikela got taken, you stayed with Optimus. Once you all discovered where the allspark was, the Autobots began the journey there- you in tow. You wanted to go home, but Optimus wouldn’t let you. He said it was too dangerous to let you go back home.

During the trip, you and Optimus talked a lot. You both got to know each other really well. Despite it only being a few days, you developed a crush on him. 

During the battle, Optimus gave you and Sam an order- push the Allspark into his chest, and kill him. You shook your head as Sam moved to do as he was told. 

“NO, SAM!” You snatched it away. You looked at Megatron and brought the cube near him. 

A wicked grin appeared on his faceplates, and he held his servo out. “Good, yes, human! Bring it to me!”

A sadness painted your face. Yes, Megatron was evil- but you never wanted to take a life. “I”m sorry,” You whispered. Megatron’s face contorted in rage as you shoved the allspark into his chest. 

Before he died, he looked into your eyes. “I’ll get you for this, human!”

You never recovered from taking a life. Optimus was thankfully there for you, and you both grew extremely close. You were one of the few civilians permitted on the base, often helping out. Your official title was ‘liaison’. Even Galloway liked you. 

You were visiting Sam when the Decepticon attacked. You were all running for your lives, with you not understanding a thing of what was going on. Mikela’s car was swept up into the air by a helicopter. You were screaming loudly as it took you all away, and screamed even louder when the car was dropped through a roof and sawed into. 

Everyone stood up as Starscream spit at you. A deep voice came from behind you all. “Come here, boy.” Megatron hissed. Sam began walking towards him with his hands up. “Closer.” 

“Sam, no.” You whispered in fear. Megatron’s eyes met yours for the first time since you took his life. Your body froze as still as you could make it. 

Before you could say anything Megatron grabbed you up from where you were standing and held you in his servo. Sam yelled out your name. “SHUT UP!” Megatron yelled and slapped Sam across the room. 

“SAM!” You and Mikela shouted in fear. “Don’t hurt him! Please!” You begged. 

Megatron simply ignored you and pinned Sam down with his over servo. “It feels good to grab your flesh. I’m going to kill you. Slowly- painfully- but first, we have some delicate work to do.” Sam kept struggling as Megatron mocked him. “Ohhh, I could snap your limbs off.”

You struggled in the servo you were tightly held in. “Wait! It was me that killed you, so let him go! He didn’t do anything!”

Megatron squeezed you tighter in his grasp. “Oh, I have something much better planned for you. Now wait your turn.” You struggled to breath as the air left your lungs. Just before you passed out, he loosened his grip. It was a warning- if you weren’t quiet, he’d knock you out.

You watched in horror as a minicon send a small bug into Sam’s mouth. You had to look away in fear you’d throw up from the sight. In your mind you were hoping for Optimus to find you, to save you.

Your prayers were answered as Optimus and Bumblebee came slamming through into the building firing off shots. Megatron quickly stashed you in his subspace and began fighting Optimus. 

You were thrown around in the tight space and you hoped that Optimus would figure out you were in there. Sounds were muffled, but you could make out sounds of blasting. Soon enough, the sounds faded. The subspace opened and you were taken out into the sunlight. It took your eyes a moment to adjust, but when they did your heart stopped in your chest. 

On the ground before you was Optimus- a giant hole in his chest. He was obviously dead. You felt tears well up in your eyes as a wail left your throat.

“You’re mine now, human. Optimus will never be able to save you again.” 

Megatron took you with him to his hideout. He was originally going to use you to make Sam come out of hiding, but he soon realized why Optimus kept you around. You were smart for your race, and offered fairly good advice (even if said advice was forced out with the threat of violence). The Fallen left you alone, seeing the logic in a living hostage. 

In your short time there, Megatron had begun to grow feelings for you. He didn’t bother denying them- he was a Decepticon. If there was something he wanted, he’d take it. 

After his defeat and the Fallen’s death in Egypt, Megatron offered Optimus a deal he couldn’t pass up. 

“Why don’t we share them? Frag this war, and just hide away?” 

Optimus glared at him. “Do you really expect me to believe you?” 

Megatron chuckled. “You can either accept it, or never see them again, Prime.”

Optimus had no choice but to accept. They hid out on a small island, inhabited with nothing but animals. You were protected as long as you were with them. You also had plenty of books, food, and water. Anything you asked for, except your freedom, was given to you. 

However, at night, when everyone was resting, you were building a raft. You had a book that they gave you that had some basic instructions. When you set off, the raft was surprisingly sturdy. Your supplies were enough to last for a few days- hopefully when you would find someone to help you. 

When you heard the familiar sound of a jet, tears filled your eyes. You shouldn’t have even bothered to try. Megatron scooped you up and brought you back. When you got there, Optimus was waiting with a horrible glare on his face. 

“Where did you think you were going?” He growled. 

Tears fell before you could stop them. “I just wanted to see my family! My friends!” 

Optimus and Megatron felt a smidgen of guilt. Megatron held you closer as Optimus lifted your chin to make you look at him, a gentle smile on his faceplates. “And you will see them,” he petted your hair a little, “When you learn to behave. I can’t allow them to take you from me-”

“Us.” Megatron growled. 

Optimus glanced at him and back to you. “Us. You are ours. We won’t let you get away.”

Megatron chimed in with a sadistic grin on his faceplates. “If you ever try again, I’ll lock you away so you’ll never see the sun again. Understand?” 

All you could do is nod as a soft smile came to Optimus’ faceplates. “Good.” 

[scoobydoodean]

WAIT WAIT WAIT pleaseeee expand on sam separating his soul himself??? i’ve literally never heard this before (i really wanna agree cause i just can’t work out how cas just did not realize he’d forgotten sam’s soul)

This is just a pet theory I have. I first suggested it here when talking to Shal about Bobby not clocking Sam as soulless. The TL;DR is that Sam has a tendency to create emotional distance to protect himself from grief and other painful emotions. Shal's careful examinations of scripts reveal that it's even in the script direction when Mary dies that "Sam disassociates". In 8.08, Sam is paralleled with Fred, who disassociated to deal with grief (I talk about Sam distancing himself from his emotions in season 8 more largely here). I've been slowly collecting (when I remember) little bits and pieces around this idea that Sam tries to distance himself from his emotions in the tag #i just stopped—named that because of 11.11 when—after being confronted by Lucifer—Sam apologizes for leaving Dean in Purgatory, saying—seeming perplexed by his own actions:

I should've looked for you. When you were in Purgatory, I... I should've turned over every stone. But I didn't. I stopped. And I've never forgiven myself for it.

So this pet theory I have is that in The Cage, to cope with the torture being inflicted on him, Sam simply separated his soul from his body. It was the most extreme possible case of dissociating from his own suffering possible.

6.22 strengthens my belief in this theory because Sam splitting into three pieces is treated as a defense mechanism. It's kind of like an Id/Ego/Superego situation, except that the pieces are soulless Sam, Sam the hunter and family man, and the Sam who remembers hell.

SOULLESS!SAM: Well, your BFF Cas brought the Hell-wall tumbling down and you, pathetic infant that you are, shattered into pieces. (he points at Sam) Piece. (he points at himself) Piece.

SAM: I - I have no idea what you're talking about. SOULLESS!SAM: Why would you? You're jello, pal. Unlike me. SAM: What are you? SOULLESS!SAM: I'm not handicapped. I'm not saddled with a soul. In fact, I used to skipper this meatboat for a while. It was smooth sailing. I was sharp, strong. That is, 'til they crammed your soul back in. Now look at you. Same misty-eyed milksop you always were. That's because souls are weak. They're a liability. Now, nothing personal, but run the numbers. Someone's got to take charge around here, before it's too late. 

Sam and soulless Sam have a power struggle inside Sam's head over who gets control. Soulless Sam is really an enforcer, trying to protect Sam from his worst memories. As we see after Sam kills him:

You think I'm bad? Wait 'til you meet the other one.

Then when Sam finds the other part of himself:

SAM: I have to know what you know. What happened in the cage? TORTURED!SAM: Trust me, you don't wanna know it. SAM: You're right. But I still have to. TORTURED!SAM: Sam, you can't imagine. Stay here, go back, find that bartender, go find Jess, but don't do this. I know you. You're not strong enough. SAM: (exhales) We'll just have to see.

Of course, one could argue that Sam's subconscious creates this scenario with soulless Sam and the Sam who remembers hell because Death told them Sam would crumble and Soulless Sam was scared of the fallout of having his soul reinstalled. But idk. I feel like it goes deeper than that, and tortured Sam and soulless Sam's attempts to protect Sam from the truth feed into that to me.

[junicult]

!! going down on the bachelors

contains ; fem!farmer. nsfw. oral (m!receiving). suggestive content. praise!!! went a little crazy in harvey’s mb (i’m not sorry on the slightest). public sex (?). lmk if i’m missing some. not proofread!

harvey.

- first and foremost, this man is a giver.

- he’s extremely loving, and affectionate, already spending every night praising every inch of you.

- it’s rare you ever go down on him.

- it’s not that you don’t want to, you always offer, but he hardly gives you the chance.

- so when he comes home after a long, hard day, a limp smile on his face while he kisses you hello, it’s easy to tell it’s been a bad day.

- “i’m just tired, sweetheart. i feel much better now that i’m with you.” he smiles, trying to reassure you but unfortunately it doesn’t work and you’re just frowning.

- you force him to keep his hands still when he tries to help you finish up your daily tasks.

- as opposed to his usual of making you dinner, he gets to sit back and be pampered by you.

- after dinner, and after he takes a long shower (your orders), he gets to fall into your awaiting arms.

- running your fingers through his hair, kissing his cheek, whispering, “is there anything i can do to make you feel better?”

- “you’ve already done enough, my love. i’ll be fine.” he tries to throw on a chuckle to ease your tone, but you’re not having it.

- he’s confused when your persistence sounds a little different then what he’s used to.

- it only takes him until your hand gently presses against his clothed crotch, for him to understand what you mean.

- and of course he doesn’t say no, but his throat is closing at the sight of you going down to your knees.

- his breath hitches a lot.

- eyebrows pinching, weakly sitting up at the end of the bed with his low lids trained on you.

- “yeah, i feel so much better,” in a shaky sigh.

- he usually tries his best to watch you, a sight that makes him literal putty, but it becomes hard when his eyes grow heavy.

- he keeps his hands tight around the sheets. even if you like when he grabs your hair, he always gets too nervous.

- “y’so good at this, mmhm, know just what i need.”

- PORN.

- sucking his dick is so hot cus he’s so hygienic and he looks so fucking good while you’re doing it.

- his cheeks get so red.

- glasses fogging up. tehe.

- when he cums, he cums a LOT. he normally cums down your throat, but this time he needed to see his cum on your tongue and cheeks.

- he may as well be a dead man. you probably just killed him.

- cleans u up after <3

- wants to return the favor so badly, you have no idea.

- if you won’t let him that night, just know as soon as u have sex next he’s going to TAKE. HIS. TIME!!!

sam.

- definitely loses his mind whenever you go down on him.

- it’s pretty often when you do, so he’s no stranger to the sensation but he’ll never get tired of it.

- sometimes he just occasionally asks during casual conversation.

- he knows to read the room though, obviously not if you’re exhausted or upset, he’d never ask such a thing.

- will never be upset if you don’t want to. i cant stress this enough. he’s such a sweetheart.

- but when you do he goes crazy.

- literally so sensitive. you could hardly graze his tip with your thumb before he’s shuddering.

- like i once said, he’s so vocal. expect so much praise your ears go numb.

- “nggh, fuck fuck fuck, baby. you know just what to do—shit, like that.”

- head thrown back, hands loosely raveled in your hair.

- his cheeks also get so red, not because he’s embarrassed, but because you get him so hot and bothered.

- whimpering like a mf. near tears in his eyes.

- he’s breathing so heavily the closer he gets to cumming.

- “‘m gonna cum, nnh—where do you want me?”

- slowly moving his hips subconsciously.

- goes literally insane when you swallow, losing all strength in his arms that held him up until he collapses back onto the bed.

- throws his arm over his eyes, takes at least 2 minutes to catch his breath.

- he always wants to return the favor,

- so maybe sit on his face. he’s too exhausted to move.

shane.

- his favorite.

- it’s strange to him, because he’s not foreign to receiving head but for some reason you’re just exponentially better.

- it might be because you took the time figure out what he likes, so that’s why you’re so good.

- he’s probably an exhibitionist ngl.

- like, you guys are all over each other in the saloon, tipsy and stupid and already rushing to the bathroom.

- on your knees the minute you push into a stall, fumbling with his belt.

- he’s already groaning, just by your eagerness.

- he has so much precum. literally dripping off of his tip.

- loses his mind when you kitten lick his tip while looking up at in his eyes.

- “such a slut, so eager, fuck,” his voice low and breathy.

- grabs all of your hair and holds it into a messy ponytail, with a little force against the back of your head.

- “mm, yeah you like that, don’t you?”

- he has such sensitive balls. literally chokes if you touch them.

- thrusting into your mouth the closer he gets to cumming.

- his jaw is hanging low, quiet grunts from his mouth while watching you take all of him.

- messyyyyyy.

- literally deepthroating him, of course there’s gonna be spit all around the sides of your mouth and on his cock.

- only makes him so much harder he’s aching.

- he usually likes to push you away before he cums and fucks you instead, but if you insist on just giving him a blowjob, he’s cumming all over your tits. trust.

- or completely down your throat, but just the sight of his cum all over your chest could be enough to get him hard again.

sebastian.

- i touched on this for my last post,

- but i needed to continue. i’m sorry.

- before you, no one has ever sucked his dick before.

- so getting him off isn’t a hard task in the slightest if anything.

- he’ll never ask you to suck his dick. he’s not shy, he just doesn’t wanna be rejected.

- but that doesn’t mean he won’t hint at it.

- while you’re making out, messily and feeling him all over,

- he’s faintly whimpering, pressing his hard on into your thigh to make you feel what you’re doing to him.

- “please,” so quietly you almost miss it until your hand presses against his crotch and he moans.

- after teasing him with a, “what? what do you want me to do?” and “just say it, baby,” you’re finally going to where he needs you to be.

- he sighs like he’s in literal heaven the minute your hand wraps around his length.

- he’s so hard, aching to the touch and so, so sensitive.

- he has a long, thin vein down the side of his cock that literally has him trembling the second your tongue drags alongside it.

- holds his hand over his mouth, face flushed, beet red while he attempts to muffle his moans.

- his jaw locks in a silent scream the minute you take him on your mouth entirely.

- eyebrows threaded, stuttering a breathy, “h-holy s-shit,” while his fists become white from the grip on the sheets.

- subconsciously bucks his hips into your mouth just slightly when he feels like he’s going to cum.

- he’s literally drooling. eyes rolled back, limbs weary and trembling.

- cums so fucking much too. likes to cum down your throat, especially when you swallow.

- won’t be offended if you don’t.

- but this man’s refractory period is so short. give him five minutes, tease him one more time, and he can give you as much more as you want.

alex.

- he’s always horny.

- give him any sign of u being so as well, and he’s latching onto you.

- always starts with some sort of touching.

- like cuddling, watching tv together after work or lying in bed before falling asleep.

- goes fucking insane when you climb over him and softly kiss your way down to his boxers.

- rests against the headboard so he can watch you, but he’s also able to fully relax.

- one arm resting on his neck, the other on the back of your head.

- head pusher.

- but not in a gross way. more like a, “i know you can do better then that” way.

- “nnhg, yeah, just like that baby. doing so well,”

- his eyes roll back when you take him entirely.

- the thing abt alex tho is he has so much stamina, so making him cum just by a blowjob is kind of challenging. ur mouth will start to hurt.

- so usually, you suck him off as more of a warm up.

- it has nothing to do with you doing a bad job, cus believe me you’ll have him w his head back, groaning and muttering profanities.

- it entirely has to do with you getting sore LMFAO

- but on the occasion he does get close quicker, he becomes so intoxicating.

- “oh, fuck baby, you’re so close. almost there, just a bit more…nngh so perfect for me.”

- “yeah that’s it, doing so good for me sweetheart just a little more…”

- omfg.

- he cums so fucking much, and all down your throat.

- smiles at you after you’re done and your fucked out face, makeup smeared and eyes teary.

- “you did it baby, ‘m so proud of you.”

elliot.

- such a gentleman.

- once again, it’s probably rare you’d suck his dick. he’s more fixated on your pleasure then his own.

- but on the occasion you do…haha.

- it’s probably because he’s stressed, just like harvey.

- writers block, his music isn’t helping at all, and he’s just in a slump that you hate to see.

- doesn’t wanna tell you about it though, but it’s so obvious there’s something off.

- he’s not very closed off, so if you ask him about it, he’ll tell you.

- and that’s when you offer.

- “oh, honey you don’t have to do that.” he chuckles, brushing it off like you were just wondering.

- but when you show little persistence, telling him you really want to, he’s not going to deny.

- he’s so so sooooo gentle.

- looking down at you, softly pushing your hair out of your face and holding your cheek.

- he’s so sweet. lets you do everything at your own pace, no matter how horny he is.

- super sensitive too.

- and he can cum so quickly, especially when you wrap your hand around the base while sucking the rest.

- “oh juuusstt like that, my love. you know me so well.”

- breathy sighs, and his throats closing when he’s getting closer to cumming.

- usually cums down your throat too, and then he’ll makeout with you after.

- is fs returning the favor if you let him.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Honeymoon*

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summary: you had given birth to your beautiful baby girl just under a year before you and joe got married. to make the honeymoon something to look even more forward to, you decided to wait till then to have sex for the first time since giving birth.

warnings: smut

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n’s pov)

joe was getting antsy, that's for sure.

it was honeymoon night and he was excited for what was about to happen next.

he was standing behind me, holding our leftovers in his hands as i tried to use the key to open.

i felt him shift behind me. he was looking over my shoulder. im guessing trying to figure out what was taking so long.

"here give me the key." - joe

"no. it's okay, i got it." - you

"give me the key." - joes voice grew stern. he wasn't offering, he was demanding

he handed me the leftovers from the restaurant we had just left as i gave him the key.

joe got the door open and quickly walked in, he moved out of the way so i could follow him and then he closed and locked the door behind me.

i walked over to the fridge and put the food up, knowing joe was watching me.

"baby.. can we go to bed?" - joe

"yeah lemme shower first." - you looked at him innocently, playing dumb

"that's not what i- you know what never mind. i'll be waiting for you in here, okay?" - joe

"okay joey." - you

i left joe alone and walked into the master suite, in all honesty i wasn't about to shower. i was gonna use this time to get ready for what usually leads to a shower.

i turned the water on to be safe, i didn't want him to hear me opening my suitcase up.

unzipping my bag, i dug to the bottom and grabbed the lace black lingerie that had been hiding.

slipping it on, i felt so confident in it but i definitely still had my doubts.

after that i re-curled some pieces of my hair that had fallen.

for the next 10 minutes i just sat in the bathroom scrolling through my phone, not exactly stalling but also trying to kill some time.

i wanted to make sure sam was asleep so i called my best friend, alexa.

"are you and joe not fucking right now?" - alexa

"oh my god, no. i'm in the bathroom alone." - you

"okay.. what's up?" - alexa

"i just wanted to talk, we really haven’t talked since the wedding yesterday." - you

“uhm.. okay?” - alexa

"so like how've you been?" - you

"y/n.. what are you stalling for?" - alexa

"i'm not stalling!" - you

"you just got very defensive, why are you hiding in the bathroom?" - alexa

"okay so.. im literally in the bathroom wearing lingerie stalling because i'm scared" - you

"of what?!" - alexa

"what if joe doesn't like how i look.. my body has changed a lot after having the baby and i'm scared he's not gonna find me attractive anymore." - you

"y/n burrow. you're speaking nonsense." - alexa

"i- i'm just scared" - you

"you really think joe isn't gonna like how you look? you know he's obsessed with you, i'm sure he's already tried to make moves on you today. no way he'd pass up the chance of joining the mile high club with you on your way there." - alexa

"okay yeah he has been making moves, but i'm still worried!" - you

"don't overthink it. are you just going to walk up to him in it?" - alexa

"uh no, i was thinking about putting something over it. i brought one of his jerseys, but i could also use one of the robes here" - you

"no use the jersey, i'm gonna go now. good look, babe!" - alexa

"thanks.." - you

she hung up and i let out a loud sigh.

i turned the water off and quietly slipped into the bedroom, making my way over to my suitcase and unzipping it.

grabbing the jersey i ran my hand over the letters on the back. it was something about seeing my new last name on the back.

i put it on and smoothed it out as i took a deep breath and started down the hallway.

when i got to the end of the hallway i saw joe sitting on the couch shirtless. the tv was on but he wasn't watching it, when i looked over his shoulder i saw that he was looking at the wedding pictures that we had just received.

i put my hands over his eyes, he jumped slightly but he quickly realized it was just me.

"guess who?" - you

"uhhh... i have no idea. is that you coach??" - joe

i laughed slightly before taking my hands off and walking in front of him.

"holy shit." - joes eyes scanned your body

he dropped his phone next to him, making it known that his full attention was on me.

"you like what ya see?" - you did a slow spin

after i did my spin and i was facing him again, seeing the look in his eyes made my stomach drop.

"fuck yeah." - joe

i moved forward and straddled him.

wrapping my arms around his neck as his arms snaked around my waist, i let my lips fall to his.

"you're all mine." - joe mumbled into the kiss

his hands migrated to my hips as he started moving me back and forth, grinding me against him.

still grinding against him, his lips left mine as his kisses wandered down to my neck, there were definitely going to be visible marks.

as he was sucking on my neck i let out a moan and grabbed onto his hair causing him to grip my hips.

"no matter how good you look in my jersey, i need to get it off of ya." - joe

he bunched up some of the fabric and looked up at me, wanting me to either tell him to continue or to stop.

"please joe." - you

"please what baby?" - joe grinned dirtily

"take it off me." - you gripped his biceps

joe pulled the jersey over my head and threw it to the side. when he saw the lingerie i had hidden underneath his eyes darkened to a shade id never seen before.

"fucking hell, you're so beautiful." - joe groaned

"i- i was scared you wouldn't like it." - you

joe’s whole body tensed up and it felt like the whole world stopped, please tell me i didn't just ruin this moment.

"what?" - joe

"i don't know, i'm sorry for saying anything.. it's just that my body has changed since having the baby and i was worried you wouldn't be attracted to how i looked in the lingerie." - you

"baby.. are you being for real? i mean this in the most serious way possible but you know you turn me into a horny teenager." - joe

i laughed slightly before i started rubbing his arms.

"again i'm sorry for even saying anything, i was just a little self conscious." - you

"you're safe with me babe... do you want me to keep going?" - joe

"oh yes of course... i need you." - you

"that's it, can you get up for a sec" - joe

i nodded and stood up from sitting on him. he too stood up and pulled his shorts down, his impressive length flinging free.

"no boxers?" - you grinned

"it's our honeymoon, thought i'd have them off more often then on so what's the point of wearing ‘em." - joe smirked

"you're so hot." - you stared at him open mouthed

"i know, gorgeous c’mere." - joe

he sat down on the couch and grabbed the underside of my thighs, pulling me to him.

joe gently put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down onto the floor.

once on my knees, he didn't even have to tell me what to do. this position was all too familiar.

joe let his eyes close as he felt my hand wrap around him, his head falling back as he let out a groan when the movements increased.

when my lips wrapped around his tip he dropped one of his hands from the couch and let it find my hair, he wrapped my hair around his hand controlling the depth and pace.

"i don't think you understand.. how fucking good this feels." - joe moaned

i used my hand to continue the movements on his base.

endless groans, moans, and curses flew out of his mouth. thank god there is no one else staying anywhere close to us.

i noticed his breathing quicken as his hands started guiding me with more strength.

"your mouth y/n, holy shit!" - joe moaned

he came not much longer after that. he let go of my hair and leaned forward, pulling me into a kiss.

"get up here with me. it's your turn" - joe breathed out

i suddenly became very nervous, sure i was excited to be brought pleasure and i was glad it was from joe... but i was just so nervous.

when he noticed i hadn't moved from my position below him joe opened his eyes and leaned up.

"you okay? you're safe with me baby." - joe

"i- i know, and uh i'm okay." - you

"are you just a little nervous?" - joe

i nodded and he reached out for my hand, lifting me up to stand.

"that's okay, it's the first time since you gave birth. you know i won't hurt ya, and if i do something that makes you uncomfortable tell me to stop immediately okay?" - joe

"okay.. thank you." - you

"you don't have to thank me." - joe

i stood up from my kneeling position and sat down next to him.

"i love you." - you kissed him

"love you too babe, now what am i gonna do with you?" - joe smirked

joe turned me to where i was laying flat on my back against the couch.

he gently parted my legs and started placing kisses on the inside of my thighs.

"don't tease, burrow" - you

"be patient, burrow" - joe looked up at me with a grin

good lord... this man.

joe moved the fabric aside as he connected his lips to my core, i was seeing stars.

"fuck joe!" - you moaned

i could literally feel him smile against me.

his mouth was literal magic, and it wasn't long till i was practically screaming his name.

the smug look on his face was evident.

he knew the effect he had on me and it turned him on extremely.

looking down and seeing his already hard again and throbbing dick more than ready to be inside of me was exciting.

"i think you're more than ready for me." - joe

"joey." - you whined

"yeah baby? what is it?" - joe

i moaned in response, unable to form words as i watched him slowly pump himself.

"i need your dick in me, please joe." - you

"i forgot how needy you are." - joe

"shut up and fuck me." - you

"don't gotta tell me twice." - joe

he got on top of me, his hands on either side of my head holding himself up.

i wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to me, our lips engaging in a filthy kiss as he entered me.

"oh my god- fuck." - joe

we were too busy moaning into each others mouths to kiss.

his thrusts were fast and hard, but i needed more.

"joey." - you moan

"yeah?" - joe breathed out

"harder." - you

"your wish is my command, mama." - joe

his hips met mine with heavy hard thrusts.

i was slowly moving farther up on the couch because of him literally pounding into me.

"damn it!" - joe groaned

with joe on top i could see his facial expression's, those that only showed how good he was feeling.

multiple thrusts later i could feel that unmistakable feeling in my stomach.

"joey, im close." - you gripped his biceps

he acted fast, his already ferocious pace speeding up as i moaned louder and louder.

"that's it baby, just let go." - joe groaned

that and a few more thrusts had me coming apart underneath him.

but the thing is, joe hadn't finished yet.

"babe." - your breathy voice rang out

"yeah?" - joe

"turn us." - you

"baby, you don't have too-" - joe

"i said turn us." - you

joe grabbed me and turned us around with ease, his back was now against the couch and i was on top.

in all honesty i didn't have the energy to ride him, but i wasn't about to let him walk away from this without finishing.

slowly, i started moving on his length. taking every glorious inch of him and then pulling off.

joes neck was rolling in every which way as his nose and eyes were scrunched.

"fuck, baby." - joe moaned

he had his hands on my hips to help guide me at the speed he wanted.

"i'm about to cum, y/n." - joe

i grabbed the back of neck and pulled him up to me, his lips attacking mine.

joe let out a guttural sound into the kiss as i felt him let go inside of me.

i got off of him and dropped next to him onto the couch. joe immediately pulled me to him and rubbed my naked back.

"that was amazing.." - joe

"mhm." - you mumbled against his chest

"i know you already showered, but we should go wash up." - joe

"i never showered." - you giggled as you traced the ridges in his abs

"okay well now you can come take a bath with me. i saw that huge tub in there so i know this is about to be relaxing.” - joe

he stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up.

i stumbled a bit, my legs were still wobbly from what we had just done but joe guided me to the bathroom.

he lowered in first and then i did, my back against his chest as i sat between his legs.

"i love you so much baby, i'm so happy you're my wife." - joe rubbed your shoulders

"i love you too, hubby." - you

we both giggled at the nickname before he kissed my forehead.

i've never felt so loved.

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authors note: why are imagines so much more fun to write than stories?

hope you enjoyed it!! ❤️❤️