#Dua To Get Your Ex-Lover Back

[saratinz]

Maneater (Chapter 1)

pairing ➩ Ex!Bucky Barnes x Promiscuous!Reader (College AU)

series warnings ➩ drinking, asshole!Bucky, enemies to lovers, exes to lovers, love triangle, smut, slut shaming, cursing

chapter warnings ➩ cursing, mentions of sex, kissing, betrayal (because reader is very bad at self control)

synopsis ➩ Y/n fucks up.

word count ➩ 800

“Truth or dare, Sophia?” says a drunk frat boy. You’re barely paying attention to the game. Instead you are focusing on the music that plays. You listen as it goes from The Killers to Kendrick Lamar. And from Kendrick to Dua Lipa. And from Dua to…

“Y/n?” Your friend, Wanda, pulls you out of your trance. 

“Truth or dare?” you hear a dude ask. The voice belongs to Thor, who definitely falls under the dumb jock stereotype. He’s not mean, but he also isn’t nice. It’s his ego that repels you.

“Dare,” you say without hesitation.

“Hmm,” he pretends to think. You already know he’s gonna tell you to kiss him. It’s written all over his face for one, he’s giving you major ‘fuck me’ eyes. “Kiss me,” and there it is. You walk over to him, grab him by the cheek, and connect your lips to his. It starts to get awkward for everyone as he sticks his tongue in your mouth as far as it will go. Not wanting to continue this uncomfortable embrace, you pull back and return to the spot beside Wan. Drinking your vodka and cranberry juice, you dare her to take a shot. 

As the game goes on you think about things. Like all those times Jane, your roommate, mentioned she had a thing for Thor. Well by the looks of it, he does not feel the same way. He’s a player and she should know that. The only reason he kissed you was the hope of sex. He’s not a keeper, so no, you don’t feel bad about your dare.

A half hour goes by and the game finally ends, leaving you to go back to your house. When suddenly, Thor pops by your side. “Can I walk you home?” He asks.

“Uhh, sure,” you give him a slight smile. A walk home is innocent, and you like the sound of having a football player by your side as you travel across campus in the dark. 

“So, I know we haven’t really talked that much, but I think you’re really cool and pretty, and maybe sometime we can go on a date.” He takes you by surprise, maybe Jane was right. Honestly, you had never expected the word date to come out of his mouth, and it’s really making you want him. What girl doesn’t like a little bit of attention?

“You know what, I’d really like that, but my friend is sorta in love with you.”

“Who,  Jane?”

“Yeah” You feel kinda wrong for telling him, but you’re not in middle school and it seems like he already knows. Your friendship with Jane is pretty superficial, she really just uses you for your notoriety among male students. But you’re not complaining, her dad pays for your housing. Of course you offered to pay your share, but he insisted.

“She’s spoiled and petty, but you, you’re perfect.” Shit. Fuck. Thor is saying all the right things. The silence that surrounds you is comforting, and you don’t feel bad at all, everything feels safe as you walk for a few uninterrupted seconds. 

“Listen as much as I want to kiss you, and I really do, I just can’t. I have to respect my friend, and she really likes you. You’re off limits”

“Wow, you’re a really good friend, sorry I don’t mean to make you feel pressured.”

“No, don’t feel bad. Shit, I made this awkward.”

He chuckles. “No you didn’t, just, I shouldn’t have asked you out” For three minutes, the two of you walk in silence. But being a good person was never your strong-suit. 

“What you said it isn’t true, I’m not a good friend.” He raises his eyebrows in curiosity. As you approach your doorway, your lips run to his, leaving the two of you making out right in front of your rental. His tongue is much more calculated than it was at the party, and his hands start to squeeze your ass. That’s when you pull back. You can’t do this.

“I’m sorry,” you say, disappointment evident in your tone. This is just wrong, you’re a horrible friend. You run to your door and slam the it shut. What the fuck did you just do? As you melt into the wall, struggling to breathe, you see Jane with the angriest expression you’ve ever seen. “Jane, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know why I did that.” 

Suddenly, your home is filled with screams of disappointment, anger, sadness, jealousy, and just about every negative emotion known to man. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” And you don’t bother reasoning with her, she will always get her way. 

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Northumbria Playlist

Spotify playlist | 68 songs | 4h 10m

< all songs by Northern English artists highlighted in blue >

Sound Of The Underground, Girls Aloud

Jump, Girls Aloud

Love Machine, Girls Aloud

Biology, Girls Aloud

Something Kinda Oooh, Girls Aloud

Call The Shots, Girls Aloud

Can't Speak French, Girls Aloud

The Promise, Girls Aloud

Something New, Girls Aloud

Sweet Melody, Little Mix

Between Us, Little Mix

Shout Out To My Ex, Little Mix

Touch, Little Mix

Wings, Little Mix

Black Magic, Little Mix

Secret Love Song, Pt. II, Little Mix

Love Me Like You, Little Mix

Power (feat. Stormzy), Little Mix, Stormzy

No More Sad Songs (feat. Machine Gun Kelly), Little Mix, mgk

Up, The Saturdays

Ego, The Saturdays

What About Us, The Saturdays, Sean Paul

About You Now, Sugababes

Push The Button, Sugababes

Round Round, Sugababes

Wannabe, Spice Girls

Say You'll Be There, Spice Girls

Stop, Spice Girls

Who Do You Think You Are, Spice Girls

Ugly Heart, G.R.L

Waterfalls, TLC

Here Comes The Sun - Remastered, The Beatles

All You Need Is Love - Remastered, The Beatles

I Want To Hold Your Hand - Remastered, The Beatles

Hey Jude - Remastered, The Beatles

Best Song Ever, One Direction

What Makes You Beautiful, One Direction

Night Changes, One Direction

Story of My Life, One Direction

As It Was, Harry Styles

Adore You, Harry Styles

Don't Look Back In Anger, Oasis

Wonderwall, Oasis

Forget About Us, Perrie

Tears, Perrie

Angel Of My Dreams, JADE

Mine (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

Cornelia Street, Taylor Swift

Lover, Taylor Swift

Promise This, Cheryl

Fight For This Love, Cheryl

Call My Name, Cheryl

Parachute, Cheryl

ceilings, Lizzy McAlpine

The Tide Is High - Radio Mix, Atomic Kitten

Whole Again, Atomic Kitten

Obviously, McFly

All About You, McFly

Let's Get Ready to Rhumble, PJ & Duncan

Levitating, Dua Lipa

New Rules, Dua Lipa

Rule The World - Radio Edit, Take That

Patience, Take That

Shine, Take That

Love Story (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

Fearless (Taylor's Version), Taylor Swift

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[hwanchaesong]

SONGS PROMPT 2.0 REQUESTS OPEN!

a/n: i am back for now, so i've decided to open this prompt once more. the flow and genre of each stories that i will write will be based from the songs in the prompt list, so be sure to choose carefully!

🍀Steps for the request!!🍀

📌choose a member and a prompt

📌please do specify the genre and other things that you want me to include in the fic (if you want it suggestive, au, etc). as i want to write what makes you all comfortable

📌you can send me a message, ask, or just directly comment in the post

🍀Reminders!!🍀

📌requests will be open only for a week. after the deadline, i will no longer accept any requests

📌no request limit. one person can request as much as they want to within the time limit

📌it's okay if you want to request a song that is not included in the list. i'll still do my best to write based on it (it's also a chance to get to know some good music 🫶)

🍀GROUPS THAT I'LL BE WRITING FOR (All members)🍀

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📌NCT DREAM

📌TOMORROW X TOGETHER

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💿Playlist!!💿

English songs:

1. Hurts So Good - Astrid S

2. Shout Out To My Ex - Little Mix

3. Midnight Rain - Taylor Swift

4. Double Take - Dhruv

5. Cheating On You - Charlie Puth

6. abcdefu - Gayle

7. Good For You - Olivia Rodrigo

8. Angel's Like You - Miley Cyrus

9. Die For You - The Weeknd

10. Lie - Sasha Sloan

11. I Quit Drinking - Kelsea Ballerini ft. Lany

12. Reckless - Madison Beer

13. Limbo - Keshi

14. Hands To Myself - Selena Gomez

15. Falling - Harry Styles

16. Sunroof - Nicky Youre & dazy

17. Atlantis - Seafret

18. Swim - Chase Atlantic

19. New Rules - Dua Lipa

20. Still Into To You - Paramore

21- I Don't Care - Ed Sheeran

22. What Lovers Do - Maroon 5 ft. Sza

23. Kiss Me More - Doja Cat

24. Maniac - Conan Gray

25. I Like Me Better - Lauv

K-pop

1. Love Me Like This - NMIXX

2. I Don't Understand, But I Love U - SEVENTEEN

3. Can't Control Myself - Taeyeon

4. Stay - BLACKPINK

5. Sorry, Heart - NCT DREAM

6. Hype Boy - NewJeans

7. Impurities - Le Sserafim

8. That Feeling When - ENHYPEN

9. Sugar Rush Ride - TXT

10. All About You - The Boyz

11. Turbulence - ATEEZ

12. Eight - IU ft. Suga

13. Some - Bolbbalgan4

14. Euphoria - Jeon Jungkook

15. Cupid - FIFTY FIFTY

16. Talk That Talk - TWICE

17. Boys Like You - ITZY

18. Illusion - aespa

19. After Like - IVE

20. Teddy Bear - STAYC

21. Christmas Tree - Kim Taehyung

22. Hello, Sunset - Red Velvet

23. I Love You - WINNER

24. Love Scenario - IKON

25. Only - Lee Hi

[theweirdkidinside03]

Trending Hits of 2022: Harry Styles’ As It Was ruled the year

1. As It Was - Harry Styles

2. Heat Waves - Glass Animals

3. Left And Right (feat. Jung Kook of BTS) - Charlie Puth

4. We Don’t Talk About Bruno - Encanto Cast

5. Anti Hero - Taylor Swift

6. Unholy - Sam Smith & Kim Petras

7. Super Freaky Girl - Nicki Minaj

8. Betty (Get Money) - Yung Gravy

9. About Damn Time - Lizzo

10. First Class - Jack Harlow

11. I’m Good (Blue) - David Guetta & Bebe Rexha

12. abcdefu - Gayle

13. Enemy - Imagine Dragons & JJD

14. I Like You (A Happier Song) (with Doja Cat) - Post Malone

15. Made You Look - Meghan Trainor

16. Bam Bam (feat. Ed Sheeran) - Camila Cabello

17. Sweetest Pie - Megan Thee Stallion & Dua Lipa

18. because i like a boy - Sabrina Carpenter

19. Hold My Hand - Lady Gaga

20. Sunroof - Nicky Youre

21. Light Switch - Charlie Puth

22. Yet To Come - BTS

23. Boyfriend - Dove Cameron

24. Bad Decisions - benny blanco, BTS & Snoop Dogg 

25. Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

26. Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

27. Oh My God - Adele

28. Woman - Doja Cat

29. Let Somebody Go - Coldplay & Selena Gomez

30. The Joker & The Queen (feat. Taylor Swift) - Ed Sheeran

31. Middle Of A Breakup - Panic! At The Disco

32. One Right Now - Post Malone & The Weeknd

33. The Outside - twenty one pilots

34. I Hate U - SZA

35. Sacrifice - The Weeknd

36. WYAT (Where You At) - SB19

37. PINK VENOM - BLACKPINK

38. Don’t Wake Me Up - Jonas Blue & Why Don’t We

39. That That (feat. SUGA of BTS) - Psy

40. Glimpse Of Us - Joji

41. Celestial - Ed Sheeran

42. Hold Me Closer - Elton John & Britney Spears

43. HOT - SEVENTEEN

44. Muli - Ace Banzuelo

46. Amazing - Orange Rex Country

47. Bones - Imagine Dragons

48. So Good - Halsey

49. Fast Times - Sabrina Carpenter

50. Bejeweled - Taylor Swift

51. Potion - Calvin Harris, Dua Lipa & Young Thug

52. Blow - Jackson Wang

53. Out Of Time - The Weeknd

54. Calm Down - Rema & Selena Gomez

55. Stay With Me (feat. Justin Timberlake, Halsey & Pharrell) - Calvin Harris

56. Where We Started - Thomas Rhett & Katy Perry

57. Falling Back - Drake

58. Maybe You’re The Problem - Ava Max

59. Churchills Down (feat. Drake) - Jack Harlow

60. Million Dollar Baby - Ava Max

61. Get Into It (Yuh) - Doja Cat

62. Nail Tech - Jack Harlow

63. Make You Say - Zedd, Maren Morris & Beaux

64. tears in the club (feat. The Weeknd) - fka twigs

65. DON’T YOU WORRY - Black Eyed Peas, David Guetta & Shakira

66. Sharks - Imagine Dragons

67. When You’re Gone - Shawn Mendes

68. COMPLETE MESS - 5 Seconds of Summer

69. Honest (feat. Don Toliver) - Justin Bieber

70. Copped Up (with Roddy Ricch) - Post Malone

71. Gasoline - The Weeknd

72. Forever My Love - J Balvin & Ed Sheeran

73. Loser - Charlie Puth

74. Music For a Sushi Restaurant - Harry Styles

75. The Loneliest Time (feat. Rufus Wainwright) - Carly Rae Jepsen

76. Lift Me Up - Rihanna

77. It’ll Be Okay - Shawn Mendes

78. When I’m Gone - Alesso & Katy Perry

79. That’s Hilarious - Charlie Puth

80. SUBSTANCE - Demi Lovato

81. Don’t Let The Light Go Out - Panic! At The Disco

82. Lost Without You - Kygo & Dean Lewis

83. Every Summertime - NIKI

84. Part Of The Band - The 1975

85. I Ain’t Worried - OneRepublic

86. Are You Entertained (feat. Ed Sheeran) - Russ

87. psychofreak (feat. WILLOW) - Camila Cabello 

88. Dueles Tan Bien - Bruses

89. Easy Lover (feat. Big Sean) - Ellie Goulding

90. ex i never had - LANY

91. Me, Myself & I - 5 Seconds of Summer

92. Like This - Marshmello & 2KBABY

93. Love It When You Hate Me (feat. blackbear) - Avril Lavigne

94. Humankind - Coldplay

95. Words (feat. Zara Larsson) - Alesso

96. 2step (feat. Lil Baby) - Ed Sheeran

97. Dangerous - Madison Beer

98. I Lost Myself In Loving You - Jamie Miller

99. For Your Love - Gunnar Gehl

100. Can’t Handle It - Brevin Kim

[islamictantramantra]

Dua to Get Love Back

Losing your lover because of some misunderstanding, caste problem or family troubles is the saddest thing in the world. You want them back in your life at any cost. However, sometimes, mere talking and explanation don’t help.

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[muslimdua]

Dua for lost love back

Dua for lost love back

Love is a beautiful feeling that no one actually can defined ever. If you love someone by your heart you know it feels when you are in love. But loving someone is not always been enough. In corner of your heart, you do want to get loved and expect the same love that you have shown to your partner. But your expectation might get destroyed when your partner ends up on you and leave you…

[islamicloveduas]

Wazifa For Love Back

As-Salam Alaykum. Greetings, my cherished siblings. We understand you’re searching for Wazifa for love back. If so, here is the ideal spot to learn more about the dua to win your love back. One of the worst things that can happen to someone is losing the one you love the most.

True love is something that everyone should be able to feel. The love of your life may sometimes decide to leave you for any reason.

The Step-by-step Instructions To Perform Wazifa Are As Follows

To achieve good effects, begin Wazifa for love back by performing an ablution after the Fajr morning prayer.

After you finish your namaz, begin by saying Durood E Ibrahimi seven times.

11 times, recite Surah Yaseen following Durood E Ibrahimi.

Next, write your lover’s name on a white piece of paper.

Read this verse aloud 101 times while keeping the page in front of you.

Subḥaan-allaahi Wa Biḥamdihi Wa Subḥaan-allaahil-‛aẓeem

Place the paper beneath your pillow and blow on it with your breath. Spend three days sleeping with it and carrying out this process.

For this Wazifa to work, you must say it every day for at least 15 days in consecutive days. If you want to get your love back, the Islamic Wazifa will work well. If you do this for at least fifteen days, your lover will return to your life. Contact Maulana Abdul Aziz if you want a wazifa or dua that works immediately to get your love back.

How To Get Your Love Back With Wazifa

The Wazifa for getting love back is always one of the most-searched-for ones. People believe that Wazifa for love back can help them get together with a lost love or reunite with a loved one. You must say a specific Islamic prayer every day for forty days to finish the Wazifa and get love back.

You must blow on a bottle of water after each reading and then give that bottle to the person you love. If you want this Wazifa to work best at bringing lovers who have grown apart back together, you should say it with full faith and devotion. You should never use this method to try to control or trick someone.

Vital Reminder Regarding Wazifa to Regain Love

If you believe that the dua for love back does not affect you, this could be due to black magic.

It’s possible that someone did Kala ilm on your friendship.

You can talk to our Islamic expert about any dua or Wazifa if you need his help.

Women should not say a Wazifa for love back when they are on their periods.

If you want to get your love back, you should only say a dua or wazifa when you fully believe in Allah’s power.

It’s hard to find love after losing it. If you know what it’s like to lose someone you love, we have a prayer for you.

There are very few people who are truly lucky enough to feel love. If you have ever been in love, you know what losing someone is like. You can say the most powerful wazifa for love back to get your ex-lover to return to you.

How to Say the Wazifa for Love Back on a Picture?

We frequently question our Islamic experts about whether or not there is a wazifa for love in a photo. When asked if there is a wazifa for love on a picture, he replied that it follows these steps:

While you’re sitting still, finish the Asr namaz.

Once the namaz is complete, give your significant other some real thought.

15 times, recite Surah Ar-Rahman’s 29th verse.

Next, ten times over, recite Durood Shareef and blow on your lover’s picture.

Finally, recite the name of the Almighty Allah, “Ya Waajidu,” 101 times.

For a week, accurately say this Wazifa for love in your photo. Your lover will return in a week.

Can Anyone Complete the Wazifa in Just Three Days?

It doesn’t matter what gender or age you are if you read this Wazifa. If you want to get your lover back, you can say this dua in Islam.

It is better to have a professional explain this Wazifa for getting love back than to try to do it yourself and mess it up.

Only say a Wazifa for love returned if you wish to live with that person for the rest of your days.

We aim to improve things for you regardless of how awful things are. Please don’t hesitate to call or text us if you need assistance with these Islamic prayers. Numerous people have benefited from and led happy lives because of our Maulvi Ji.

Please get in touch with us immediately if you want Wazifa to win your love back in a day. Please contact us if you have any questions regarding how to perform this Wazifa for return love. If you sense that your significant other is withdrawing from you, it can result from black magic or the evil eye. You may force them to wear a taweez that our Islamic scholar made.

The Bottom Line

When your heart breaks, the pain can have a significant effect on your physical and mental health. However, Wazifa For Love Back is the best way to get a lost love back in three days. With its help, you can regain them and include them in your life.

To get love back, all you have to do is say the Wazifa with the right intentions, complete dedication, and a promise to spend the rest of your life with that person.

If you are a real Muslim and want to make your wish come true or do Namaaz, you should always stay in touch with Allah Tallah. If you want your dream to come true, it would help if you were also into Namaaz.

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[islamictantramantra]

Powerful Dua For Someone To Come Back To You

Assalam Alaikum Friends, This post is about a very powerful dua to get your lover back into your life. Believe me, it’s very effective. Today we will talk about Islamic dua to get lost love back in your life. Many youngsters consult us about lost love.

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[lovewazifaback]

Dua to Get Your Ex Lover Back through the Power of Quran Kareem

If your lover has left you because of another girl, but you cannot live without her, you can do Dua to Get Your Ex Lover Back through the Power of Quran Kareem.

[islamicremedies]

Dua to get your love back in 3 days

Dua to get your love back in 3 days

Dua To Get Love Back Are you looking for the ways in which you can restore your broken relationship with your lover? Do you want to know how you can use dua to get love back for reconciliation with your partner? Yes! Today we will be sharing a dua to get lover back through which you can get your lost lover back in your life. It is difficult to get reunited after a breakup because of a lot of…

[islamicspecialistforloveback]

Dua To Get Your Ex-Boyfriend Back in Your Life

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[exlovebackastrology]

Quran Ayat for Getting Love Back

Quran Ayat for Getting Love Back

hy you are suffering from the daily life problems? Sort these problems and make your life more colorful and pleasurable. Why you have made these problems a big issue of your life? In all over the world, there is no any issue which has no any solution. In addition to, there is no any problem who is not suffering from any type of issue. You just have the capability to get rid of all the issues from…

[thewarofdestiny]

Wazifa To Get My Ex Boyfriend Back

Wazifa To Get My Ex Boyfriend Back

The Best Results Of The Wazifa To Get My Ex Boyfriend Back

Wazifa To Get My Ex Boyfriend Back

There can be many reasons why your boyfriend had left you. It would work really nice for you to sit back and think of all the reasons that had caused your boyfriend to have a break up with you. Sometimes there is an estrangement in the relationship without any fault of the two of you and then you…

[cockslutpadalecki]

New Rules (1)

Summary: Y/N and Dean are strictly “Friends with Benefits”, however she soon finds herself falling in love and does her hardest to keep Dean at a distance to save herself from getting her heart broken, but he can’t keep away which just makes her mission practically impossible.

Characters: Dean x Reader.

Words: 5265.

Warnings: angst, age gap relationship (ish), squirting, female masturbation, multiple orgasms.

A/N: Based on song of same name by Dua Lipa. And yes, this has been adapted from an old fic I wrote for Negan eons ago which has been rewritten and split into two parts. Betas: @winchest09 and @deanwanddamons, but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists can be found in my pinned post. Subscribe to Patreon and get access to fics, just like this one, two weeks before Tumblr for as little as $3.

The dull buzz of your cell vibrating against your nightstand pulls you from your already disturbed slumber, head slightly fuzzy from the one too many wines you had with dinner. Rolling over, you lazily reach for it and turn it on its side, the glare from the screen completely absorbing every ounce of sleep from your eyes. A too-familiar name flashes across it, and the pit in your stomach begins to flutter. You can never tell if it’s from excitement or dread due to the fact you know exactly why he’s calling.

Dean. 

You tap the screen almost cautiously, and bring it to your ear. 

“Yeah,” you mutter sleepily.

“Hey darlin’.” His voice purrs like a kitten and you know the tone in it instantly— one too many whiskeys as usual. “What’re you doing?”

Glancing at your alarm clock, you notice it’s far too late for this charade, and let out an uptight exhale. “It’s 2am, Dean, what do you think I’m doing?”

“Thinking of me?” he chuckles, and you’re thankful he can’t see you roll your eyes through the screen— you know exactly what thinking is code for.

“De—”

“Come over,” he interrupts rhetorically. 

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before.”

“That was before I knew better,” you sigh. “Look, you’ve had a few, go to bed. You need sleep, okay?”

“I need your sweet little pussy,” he cajoles, and the way the word rolls thickly off his tongue down the receiver makes your cunt clench around nothing. Normally, you’d be telling him the same in return, but you remain tight-lipped— he doesn’t need extra fuel to get him even more fired up. 

“You need sleep,” you repeat, choosing to ignore his comment.

“Y/N—”

The way he says your name makes your chest ache, while your mind screams at you to hang up, and go back to sleep, but deep down you know that’ll never happen. Not now you know he’s at home desperate for you when you’re aching just as much in return. But when it comes to Dean, your body and mind are clearly on two very different wavelengths.

“I promise I’ll make you come real hard,” he begs, voice heavy with solicitation.

Sighing deeply, you quickly search for an excuse that would placate him, but nothing would come. However, if you take Dean on his word— which was usually gospel, you could be coming within an hour if you gave in to his dulcet insistence.

“I’ll see you in twenty minutes.”

-

Your obsession with older men began when you were sixteen. Infatuated with actors and musicians twice your age, you adopted the same ideology when it became time to start dating. Purposely seeking out relationships with those of a more experienced calibre, that tenet followed you right into your mid twenties, a small string of ex-boyfriends trailing behind you with the combined age of a hundred.

Dean Winchester was no exception. In his early 40s, he was at the older end of your spectrum of lovers, but with his rugged charm and audacious attitude exuding from every pore, he came across much younger than his birth certificate stated. With the considerable age gap there were moments when it showed— like trying to introduce to bands you’d never heard of, but with the relationship you have, that’s as deep as it got. 

You say relationship, but really, you mean complicated. Friends with benefits. Fuck buddies— whatever you wanna call it, that’s what Dean thought. You, on the other hand, were unreservedly and irrevocably infatuated by him and he knew it— using your inability to say no to him to get what he wants, and after he’s satisfied, you’re sent on your way until he calls again, expecting you to cave in instantly. And you usually do, much to the dismay of your own brain, but you can’t deny the unimaginable electricity and heat between you, pulling you in like a magnet, unable to detach yourself from it.

The first time he caught your eye across the dimly lit bar, raising his whiskey tumbler in your direction as the bartender placed a fresh glass of wine in front of you, muttering almost incoherently of where it came from, you were left completely blindsided. It wasn’t the gesture that made you weak, but the cocksure smirk that followed. 

You met in the conventional way—  you were out with friends, celebrating one of their birthdays, and while Dean had been accompanied by his buddy Benny and brother Sam to “shoot the shit,” as Dean so eloquently put, it was you he spent the majority of the night hovering around. When the time came, you ended up sharing an extremely heated cab ride home before fucking on his couch until the sun came up. 

Neither of you really expected for your rendezvous to lead anywhere, and it didn’t. You stayed friends, occasionally meeting up for a casual hook up, but it wasn’t until a couple of months later when you happened upon each other by accident at the same bar, and Dean spent the night fawning over somebody else that you realised you felt more for him than he did you. Jealousy bubbled up inside you watching him flirt unabashedly with the blonde, and when a offhand comment was made about you being his daughter, you left in a hurry. 

He had called you later that night, after his attempts to bed her had failed, and came crawling to you for release. You knew then in that moment when Dean pushed you up against the wall— not even bothering to take your panties off as he bottomed out inside you, that you were nothing more to him than just a piece of ass when he couldn’t score anything better. Used was the only word to describe how you felt as he fucked you that night— the first time you had ever failed to come for him.

That had been a year ago, and you were yet to learn your lesson. 

Dean still calls in the middle of the night, and you still always answer.

1. Don’t pick up the phone, you know he’s only calling cause he’s drunk and alone.

-

“Seriously, you need to tell this asshole to just keep it in his pants, and stay outta yours.” Your best friend Jo grumbles at you, amid mouthfuls of your homemade bologna. Since you met Dean, she ends up at your apartment most nights, if not for a detailed breakdown of her day and the never ending tales of her boss’ messy divorce, but to eat you out of house and home. In all honesty, you’re just happy for the company. 

“It’s more complex than that,” you grumble. With the back of your fork, you mindlessly move the food around on your plate, despite the gnawing hunger eating away at your stomach. 

Two weeks have passed since you crawled to Dean’s, and you’re still punishing yourself for being so weak. It didn’t matter how satisfied you felt in the moment— Dean deep seated inside you as he fucked away your melancholy. What mattered was the cruel ache that sat in your chest when you left. The one that feels like you’ve been doused in acid, crumbling into pieces the further the distance between you and Dean becomes. 

“You gotta tell him how you feel,” Jo states matter of factly.

You scoff. “I can’t, he’ll laugh in my face. I’m just an immature little kid.”

“Well I’m here to remind you that you’re not,” she clarifies, “and that you’re really gonna have to start using night cream to, y’know-” using her fork, she points it at your face, and swirls it around in circles, “-work on those wrinkles.”

You raise an eyebrow at her, trying to stifle a smile. “Bitch.”

She laughs, lifting another forkful of spaghetti to her lips before steering the conversation back to Dean. “You can’t spend your life pining for this guy. He clearly only cares about getting his dick wet.” 

Listless, you watch her eat, wishing you had the same voracious appetite as she does, your stomach rumbling as if to taunt you further. You let out a little sigh, hating that she’s right. She always is. 

“Maybe I’ll just start dodging his calls until he gets the message,” you mutter jokingly, unsure who you’re trying to convince more— you or the blonde sitting opposite you.

“Ah! You cracked it,” Jo rejoices as you look at her quizzically, and she winks, adding, “you’re finally thinking like a man.” 

You both burst into a fit of giggles as the hunger pangs in your stomach overwhelm you just enough that you give in, and bring your fork to your lips, not before flashing Jo a smile to match hers.

-

An hour later, you wave the small blonde off, watching her drive down the street, as you hug your arms around you in an attempt to keep out the cold before stepping back into the warmth of your apartment.

Letting the door snap closed as you slump against it, a feeling of loneliness washes over you, suddenly wishing you’d asked her to stay the night. 

Get your shit together, your brain berates harshly. Stop acting like a lovesick teenager.

Pushing yourself from the wood with the intention of soaking in the bath with a fresh glass of wine, the sound of three small knocks against the door prevents you from moving more than two steps.

You turn back around quickly, grabbing the door handle and pull it towards you, half expecting to see Jo, but the face you’ve been trying to shift from your thoughts for days stares back at you.

"Dean, what are you doing here?” The shock is evident in your voice. He never shows up at your apartment. 

In fact, you don’t think he’s ever made it to your door— the sidewalk was always as far as he got on the rare occasion he’d actually care to drop you home. You figure it’s a power strategy— if he calls and you go running, he’s in control. But having him standing on your doorstep, it must be so far out of his comfort zone that you can’t imagine he likes it much.

“Can’t I come and see my favourite person?” Dean compliments, flashing you his trademark smirk. He leans forward to kiss you gently on the cheek before stepping inside without invitation, and as he passes you, the heady scent of his fading aftershave highlighted with soft hints of whiskey absorbs into your pores like a damp mist. 

In a daze, you shut the door behind him, and stand aghast at the audacity of the man before you— not only for showing up unexpectedly, but for assuming you were going to allow him inside in the first place. He starts casually looking around, no doubt judging your taste in possessions as you watch him eye with intrigue the Salvador Dali piece hanging above your fireplace. 

“You sure you’re at the right apartment?” you ask, a little guarded. 

The truth is, him being in your home has instantly put you on edge. What’s the motive here? There has to be one. Dean Winchester doesn’t just turn up out of the blue. He simply laughs as he shrugs off his jacket, and hangs it haphazardly on the back of a chair.

“What are you really doing here?” you question, tentatively following his footsteps.

Dean turns, slinking back towards you like a panther with eyes on its prey, tongue tucked subtly between his teeth. As he reaches you, he slowly stoops his head, and brings his lips to yours. “Well, you sure as hell can’t fuck your own brains out.”

Your knees almost give way hearing the words tumbling from his lips, and the combination of his breath on your neck. You strain to speak, but Dean’s mouth is already on yours and his hands are at the buttons of your oversized shirt, hurrying to undo them. 

Y/N, kick him out! your brain screams. Don’t do this. Don’t let him win. Stop him—

Your thoughts are too easily drowned out by the blood thundering in your ears as you hungrily kiss back, snaking your hands around his neck to pull him even closer against you. Dean groans as your tongue slides past his lips, and he suddenly leans down, grabbing hold of the backs of your thighs to lift you up around his waist. 

Everything around you melts into one big blur as Dean carries you into the lounge, practically running to get you to the nearest surface he can lay you down on. The couch is the closest, and he slumps against the cushions as you straddle his lap, accentuating the roll of your hips to make sure your damp cunt catches his swelling length through his pants just right. 

You know you should stop him— the ethical voice inside your head tells you so, but by the time he’s pulled your panties to the side, cock nestled deep inside your pussy, you’re too bewitched by his touch to conceivably think about stopping him from doing anything except fuck you.

2. Don’t let him in, you have to kick him out again.

-

Almost three months pass without a word from Dean, and you’re struggling to the point where you actually crave a phone call at 2am. You even itch for him to show up at your door, and nail you into the couch as you come screaming his name.

Each night you go to bed hopeful that maybe tonight he’ll make contact, but you find yourself lying awake, staring impassively at a blank screen until you fall asleep from sheer exhaustion, tears drying on your cheeks. 

You do what you can to take your mind off of him, even going as far as hooking up with someone else on a rare night out with Jo, but it failed to do anything. Didn’t even come close. His lips weren’t soft like Dean’s, his touch lacklustre in comparison, and the meagre orgasm— which you had to see through, with thoughts of Dean between your thighs, left you feeling more frustrated than satisfied. And as you walked home, leaving your one night stand passed out in bed— still in the same position he rolled off of you into, you resigned yourself to the fact that while Dean is in your life, or lack thereof, you’re destined to be alone. 

You’ve never been so happy to lay your eyes on your parked car after leaving a particularly hectic day at work, beyond ready to drive home, and polish off the bottle of white sitting in the door of your refrigerator. 

With your hand firmly wrapped around the door handle, you bring it towards you as a palm slams against the window, startling you. You glance up, about to give the arsehole a piece of your mind, but the sight of Dean standing beside you knocks you for six, and despite being dressed in a suave black suit, he looks horrendous. His usual stubble has grown to give his beard more definition, but it’s unkempt and in disarray while his eyes are red and bloodshot, not to mention the fact he stinks of alcohol. 

"Dean, what the— are you alright?” you ask shakily, your heart still thumping hard against your rib cage. Stumbling towards you with a lazy smile, the whiskey cloud above his head completely engulfs you. 

“Just,” he hiccups, “great.” 

“Well you don’t look it.”

"You mean, you don’t want this?” He slides his hand down his torso, grabbing his crotch with a smirk. 

“Oh, I’m certain,” comes your clipped reply.

Carefully you open the door, using it to create a barrier between you— the more distance the better, but seeing him look so dishevelled and somehow a little… lost, you take pity on him, and find the next words slipping past your lips before your brain has a chance to register them. “C’mon, let me take you home, you’re in no state to be wandering around on your own." 

What was that about the more distance the better? 

"I’m fine,” he spits defensively.

“Dean, get in the fuckin’ car." 

"No,” he huffs, face stiffening as he stumbles backwards to walk off, but you’re faster than he is in this state, and manage to grab him before he falls flat on his face. 

The whiskey smell is overwhelming, but through the alcohol, you can just make out his own scent — that sweet mix of leather and cologne, and it warms you in a way you wish it hadn’t. 

You struggle against him for a second before he gives up, allowing you to help him to the passenger side without a fight. You pull open the door, and he slumps down into the seat with a sickly groan. 

He better not throw up in the footwell.

You shake your head in silent rebuke, cursing yourself for being so concerned about the cost of getting vomit out of your carpet, as you slam the door behind him and round the car to get in yourself. You glance over at him as you switch on the gas, watching his chest rise and fall with shallow breaths. With his eyes tightly closed, mouth slightly agape, he’s practically unconscious as you slowly manoeuvre your way out of the parking lot.

-

Dean falls onto the couch with a loud thud, your arm aching from carrying him in from the car. As you leave him lightly snoring, you give your bicep a soft rub as you head to the kitchen to fetch him a glass of water. 

The ride back to his apartment was peaceful, but you were so aware of him next to you, it was difficult to concentrate on the road, your thoughts continuously reminding you of what a bad decision it was.

You’re dangling yourself like a piece of meat in front of a starving lion that’s ready to pounce and devour you at any moment. 

Walking back into the lounge, you nudge him gently with the back of your hand. 

“Hey, wake up,” you say soothingly despite the slight grit of your teeth. “You need to drink something.” 

Nothing. 

Letting out a defeated sigh, you decide to change tactics. 

“Oh Dean, my pussy’s so wet for you,” you purr, bending to kneel at his feet. “Aching for your big hard cock.” 

Well, it’s not exactly a lie...

His eyes stay closed, but the sides of his lips pull up into a smirk. 

"I knew it, I can practically taste you from here,” he grumbles, shifting his weight onto his left elbow, his eyes slowly fluttering open. His jade stare keeps you at his feet and you hand him the glass, careful not to let his fingers brush yours. 

"Drink." 

He takes it, downing half in one go, his eyes on you the whole time. You suddenly feel uneasy— like you need to go and take a long, cold shower. 

"So, are you gonna tell me why you’re drunk at five in the afternoon?” you challenge. Dean fidgets against the couch, clasping the glass tight between his fingertips. 

"Nope,” he mutters defiantly before taking another swig, pulling a face as he swallows the final gulp.

“No?”

His lips draw into a tight line. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

“Gotcha,” you reply curtly, and push yourself to your feet.

“Stop,” he snaps, reaching out to grab your hand. “Stay.”

You look down at him, trying to gauge and somehow predict his next mood, but his face remains impassive. “Not until you talk to me.” 

He sighs, “we are talking." 

“Forget it, De.” You attempt to snatch your hand from his grasp, but he’s holding onto you too tightly. 

“Okay, okay,” he surrenders, placing the now empty glass onto the coffee table before motioning for you to sit down, which you do hesitantly.

It doesn’t escape you that last time you sat on this very couch, you had your legs spread while Dean had his face buried deep in your cunt. You do your best to make yourself comfortable despite the very uncomfortable heat blooming beneath your clothes as he turns to face you. You can see from the anxiousness in his features that he’s toying with his words— opening and closing his mouth repeatedly, but nothing comes out. 

“I was at a funeral,” he eventually manages to croak, glancing down at his hands to avoid making eye contact with you. 

“Oh,” you say. “I’m sorry. Was it somebody close to y—”

He interrupts, the words coming out like vomit. “I had to bury my best friend in front of his entire family and kids.” 

Benny? 

“He had his whole life together, and poof-” he snaps his fingers, “-snuffed out just like that.” He takes a moment to glance up at the ceiling in an attempt to compose himself, but you can see the way his eyes glass over as the next words from his lips tumble out. 

“I have no-one.”

“I’m so sorry about Benny.” You gingerly reach for one of his hands, and entwine your fingers within his, watching as Dean’s eyes cast down at the simple act of reassurance in his lap. "But you have Sam,” you remind him, and after letting out a deep breath, you finally add, “and me.” 

His eyes flicker towards you— relief with a dash of confusion muddying his features.

Taking a second to look away, you immediately regret your words, wishing they hadn’t come out so… desperate. You glance back, prepared to give him a comforting speech before making your excuses to leave, but everything happens too quickly. 

Dean lunges forward, mouth hot and feverish against yours while his tongue seeks out relief past your lips, as his hands roam your hips edging towards the zipper on the back of your skirt. You find yourself reacting in a similar way— your hands hurriedly peeling off his jacket before urgently reaching for his suit trousers.

You can’t help yourself. Three months you’ve been craving just a slither of his touch, and now you’ve got a taste you’re like a ravenous animal who hasn’t eaten in weeks. 

Breaking the kiss, Dean slides off the couch, this time kneeling at your feet and strips you of your skirt, as you slump back against the cushions, watching him in awe as he expertly tugs the black material down your legs.

In your haste, you grab one of his hands, and guide it against your soaked core, allowing him the opportunity to tease you through the damp seat of your panties. Dean flicks a lazy finger up over your clothed clit, and you buck into his touch, urging him to continue with a frustrated whine. 

He smirks at the sound before pressing his lips to your thighs, placing a soft trail of stubbled kisses against your fevered skin, as the hand focusing on your heat moves to join the other working your panties down your quaking legs. 

Once exposed, you watch Dean pause, eyes trained firmly on your bare cunt before he kneels up, landing sporadic kisses to the small peeks of flesh available to him as he travels further up your torso— a delicate placement on your navel, a hungrier taste to your breast as he tugs your shirt and bra out of his way, tongue flicking masterfully over your pebbled nipple.

Your fingers snake around his neck when he finally reaches your lips, capturing them with prurient impatience. He grinds against you, the heat and thickness of his cock prominent through the fabric of his trousers. You buck against him once more when a perfectly placed roll of Dean’s hips catches your bead just right, and you clutch fervently at his tie, giving it a sharp yank in the hopes your rising coveting is obvious.  

He lets go of a small moan against you before pulling back, his lips still skimming yours as a small unscrupulous smirk spreads across his face.

“You like that?” His voice is crisp, ragged and with all the roughness of gravel, it sends ripples straight down to your core as Dean does it again. There’s always been a deftness to the way his hips move that never failed to take your breath away, and it’s no different now. A strangled inhale catches in your throat as he repeats it for the third time, and on this occasion his thumb accompanies it, rubbing over your throbbing pearl. 

Somehow you’ve forgotten how to speak. 

“And this?” he husks, tongue tugging at his bottom lip while his fingers nestle between your folds, tips breaching your heat until he’s knuckle deep. 

“Fu— ck,” you choke, feeling your eyes prickle hot with tears when Dean crooks his fingers inside you. 

“Right there, isn’t it?” 

You try to shake your head, but it’s no good. You swear he’s intent on breaking you apart one piece at time as his digits retreat before he’s duplicating the movement once more. Each nerve, cell and everything in between seizes inside you at the pressure and Dean’s chuckling against your lips. 

“Knew it.” 

He withdraws his fingers, a tumble of complaints falling from your mouth on a loop before you catch him suckling on them as if they’re covered in honey. It’s entrancing really, watching his tongue dart in and out of his lips while he licks your sweet elixir from his flesh, his jade eyes never leaving yours. 

Leaning forward, Dean’s mouth captures yours once more, the slightest hint of sweet brine clinging to his tongue reminding you of where his fingers have already been, and where you desperately ache for his cock to go. You claw between your legs, reaching for the open V of his trousers, hands eager in their search of the swollen length that feels like it’s been burning into your thigh like a brand this entire time.

Beneath his crinkled dress shirt, you fingers finally curl around his shaft, causing a low growl to rumble from the depths of his chest, and as you pull his throbbing shaft free from the confines of his boxers, his teeth tug gently on your bottom lip letting it pop back into place before he catches your lips in a zealous and messy kiss. 

Wet heat pulses against your own, a frantic pressure manipulating its way through your folds as the head of his cock breaches your entrance, and he slides inside you like he was made to fit. 

You cry into his mouth as Dean moans back, unable to stop himself from responding to the way your cunt spasms around him as he powers his way home, one delectable inch at a time. 

Despite the fervid haste to get you both to this very position, he takes his time in pulling out, making sure you feel every bump and ridge as he does so. You whine when you think he’s going to leave you bereft for good— knowing it would just be your luck to have him inside you for all of five minutes before he came to his senses and saw you out the door, more concupiscent than ever.

But just as unhurried as before, he drives himself back inside you and waits a few seconds— a lifetime to you— before ever so delicately, he begins to move his hips in that same agile way that almost has you coming before he’s even fucked you six ways from Sunday. Carding your hands through his hair, his head droops onto your shoulder, spreading soft kisses and starved nibbles along your clavicle. 

You whimper in delight when Dean suddenly leans up on his haunches, and with his hands curled around the meat of your hips, he practically tugs you off the side of the couch, all the while still impaled on his cock. Your feet lay flat against the plush carpet, knees clamped either side of his hips as he rises up between your spread legs, the shift in position leaving you vulnerable and completely at his mercy. 

The disparity in depth, the change in angle, even the way Dean adjusts the movement of his hips— it all merges into one flawless surfeit of sensations, ones you can barely piece together into a singular coherent feeling.

You know you’re not going to last— three long months without this level of stimulation, you’re going to come quick. And unforgivably hard. 

“Oh shit, De... I’m… fuck, I- I’m gonna... cum,” you keen, back arching off the couch. Dean mutters something in response, but you don’t quite catch it, only feeling the way his grips tightens around your waist and the rhythm of his onslaught increases. 

Three more bestial and vehement thrusts come in hurried succession, each more powerful and damaging than the last. You count each one pillaging your body, your limbs weak as you strain against him, struggling to hold on, but the last of the three is quick to claim you.

You fall silent as rhapsody rips through you, surrendering entirely to it as if you actually had a choice. Dean doesn’t let up, using the moment you’re at your most defenceless to fuck into you even harder, which in turn only causes your delirium to multiply and you find yourself coming again without warning.

You don’t know when you blacked out, but the next moment you’re aware of he is squeezing at your tits. His thumb and forefinger pinch your hardened nipple as he uses the grip to pull you off his cock before slamming home, while the thumb of his other hand is placed perfectly between your thighs, working your clit in a lazy figure of eight.

It’s too much. The overstimulation almost buries you into the couch cushions as a guttural scream bursts from your throat. All the bliss still left inside you squirts all over Dean’s cock, dripping down his thighs and onto the floor beneath you. 

As your body begins to cease its convulsions, his rhythm starts to slow and as if to marvel the mess between your legs, he glances down, a cocky smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. 

“What’re… you so… smug about?” you ask, voice thick and lust-dumb through his deliberate thrusts.

“Knew I’d… make you… cum that… hard one day.”

You return his proud smile as he slumps over you, placing another slew of sloppy pecks to your damp lips. You pull back, begging in his ear to come inside you and as you close your teeth around his earlobe, Dean does just that. 

He empties into your womb, hot and wet, trembling in your grasp. As he leans up on shaky arms, he regards you in a way he never has before— there’s a softness in his features, a longing behind his eyes and when he finally dips his head, he kisses you with an alien tenderness that leaves your lips bruised.

-

You wake the next morning in a daze, bed covers tangled around your feet, jolting upright in an attempt to try to figure out where you are. The dresser is familiar, but it’s not yours and neither is the closet on the other side of the room. 

Fuck. 

You know exactly where you are. 

Craning your head slowly to the right, your fears are confirmed. Dean’s sleeping soundly next to you, laid on his back with one arm above his head, his bare chest rising and falling softly in sync with his shallow breaths. 

3. Don’t be his friend, you know you’re gonna wake up in his bed in the morning.

***

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