#I AM GOING TO THROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[kittyofloafing]

uhhh, black n white blood warning? You can just look at the tags, the tags have no relation to the pictures, beneath here is me sarcastic boi, angy boi, scared boi, and scary boi

Watch out schala me boi have kinifey

these are actually a lot older, the thing I've been working on is quite literally the ending, oh but what about the beginning you say? What about it?

Schala you deserve what's coming for you, no she actually doesn't, I like her, but I don't like her enough to torture her, you get what I mean?

reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.

[solxamber]

Receiving Gifts on White Day with: Savanaclaw

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona is leaning against your doorframe like he’s been there for hours—which, knowing him, means he probably showed up ten minutes ago and decided waiting was too much effort. He’s got a small, hastily wrapped box in one hand and the absolute laziest expression on his face.

“Tch. You’re finally awake,” he drawls, tilting his head as if he wasn’t the one who decided to show up at an ungodly hour. “Took you long enough.”

You rub the sleep from your eyes, glancing at the box. “You’re one to talk. Did you just roll out of bed and come straight here?”

Leona smirks, tossing the box at you with a careless flick of his wrist. “What do you think?”

You barely catch it in time, noting the messily tied ribbon and the clear signs of last-minute effort. “Wow. Such romance. Did you bite this?”

He huffs, crossing his arms. “I don’t see you complaining.”

Curious, you open the box—and immediately pause. Inside is an assortment of high-quality chocolates, but tucked beneath them is… his scarf. The one he wears all the time. The one that still smells exactly like him.

Your heart stutters. “Leona, is this—?”

“Just take it,” he grumbles, looking off to the side. “If you’re gonna get all sentimental, at least do it quietly.”

Oh, he’s so embarrassed. You grin, stepping closer and very deliberately wrapping his scarf around your neck. “Guess I’ll have to wear this all the time now.”

His ears twitch. His tail flicks. And then—before you can react—he yanks you forward by the scarf, leaning in until his lips are just by your ear.

“You better,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerously smooth.

….You’re not surviving this day.

Ruggie Bucchi

The moment you open the door, Ruggie is already eating one of the chocolates meant for you.

“‘Morning, sweetpea,” he greets around a mouthful, grinning like he hasn’t just committed high treason.

You stare at him. Stare at the half-empty box in his hands. Stare harder.

“Ruggie.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you eating my White Day chocolates?”

He gasps—actually gasps—like you just falsely accused him of a crime. “Hey, c’mon. Ours. These are ours.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re literally eating them right now.”

Ruggie snickers, popping another one into his mouth before handing over what’s left of the box. “I was just making sure they weren’t poisoned! ‘Cause I love you and all.”

You take the box, scanning the tragic remains of what was probably very expensive chocolate. “I swear, I’m putting a lock on my snacks.”

“Pfft, like that’s gonna stop me.” Then—before you can react—he leans in and nuzzles his nose against your cheek, grinning against your skin. “Besides, don’t I deserve a little boyfriend tax for all my hard work?”

“What hard work?”

“Being this charming.”

You stare at him. Contemplate throwing a chocolate at his face. Instead, you pop one into your mouth and deliberately hum in satisfaction.

Ruggie immediately pouts. “Oiii, c’mon, don’t be mean—”

“Partner tax,” you say smugly.

His ears flick back. Then, with a very exaggerated sigh, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in.

“…Guess I’ll just have to earn some extra payment, huh?”

….You walked right into that one.

Jack Howl

Jack stands at your door, gripping a small box like it’s a life-or-death mission. His ears twitch, tail swishing slightly, as he very seriously presents his offering.

“Here,” he says gruffly, shoving it forward with concerning force.

You take it before he accidentally crushes it. “Jack, relax. It’s just White Day.”

He immediately stiffens. “I am relaxed.”

You squint. “You look like you’re about to fight someone.”

Jack sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just… wanted to get it right.”

Oh.

You open the box and find neatly arranged chocolates—clearly homemade, slightly uneven but very carefully decorated. Your chest tightens. You pop one into your mouth, savoring the rich, slightly bitter flavor.

“They’re perfect,” you say honestly, watching as Jack’s tail wags before he can stop it.

“…Yeah?”

You nod. “Yeah.” Then, on impulse, you grab his collar and pull him close, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

Immediate system shutdown.

Jack freezes. His cheek turn scarlet. His tail spasms like a broken antenna.

“I—You—”

You grin. “Happy White Day, Jack.”

He covers his face with both hands. He's never gonna recover from this.

You win.

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[wileys-russo]

ingrid from "hidden in plain sight", "did you just say you got a ring?", in a cafe - thanks either way hehe

set way into the future of this and this a simple cronut II i.engen x rolfö!reader

"baby stop pouting." your girlfriend laughed, finding you curled up on the sofa with a scowl embedded into your features, arms crossed and eyes trained on the tv, though whatever was playing on the screen was the last thing on your mind.

"no! you are going for breakfast to my favorite cafe, with my sister, on my day off, and my girlfriend didn't invite me?" you huffed, flicking the amused norwegian a dirty look, grumbling something else beneath your breath in swedish she didn't quite catch.

"i made you breakfast. your sister is also my friend. it is our day off and i thought we had an agreement that it was better for everyone if you and frido have a little space sometimes." ingrid reminded with a raised eyebrow but all you did was huff again as your only response.

"i see we are being very mature today." your girlfriend teased, again copping an evil look making her smile only widen, finding your annoyance utterly adorable which was the opposite of the desired effect.

"but she third wheels us all the time! without an invitation!" you reminded throwing your arms up and following after ingrid who returned to the bedroom, your sister inviting herself over to your shared apartment with the midfielder at least twice a week, going as far as to have had her own key cut.

then another key cut when you'd confiscated that first one.

"yes which is why we all agreed on some space. look i know i am the glowing centre of both of your worlds but-" you made an indignant noise at that, throwing yourself down onto the bed with narrowed eyes.

"-but i am my own person. who sometimes wants to hang out with my girlfriend by myself-" ingrid paused to lean down and steal a kiss. "-or hang out with my best friend by myself." she finished sending you a firm look as you exhaled.

"do you promise to bring me back a cronut?" you muttered, grumpily but in acceptance that throwing a tantrum was not going to achieve what you wanted, and thinking about it further that really wasn't to see your sister today.

"of course i will my love." ingrid chuckled as you sat up against the headboard, watching as she changed which jacket she was wearing several times.

"the cream cardigan, goes with the new puma shoes you're supposed to take a picture in this week." you hinted heavily, this time finally with a small smile as ingrid clicked her tongue and smacked her palm against her head.

"i love you." the norweigan groaned, grabbing either side of your face and pressing a kiss to your lips with a loud mwah as you hummed in amusement as her phone chimed.

"enjoy your breakfast, don't forget my cronut please." you stood off the bed and warned, a few soft kisses exchanged before ingrids phone starting ringing, your sister clearly impatiently waiting downstairs.

"even when she's not here, she interrupts." you quipped with a roll of your eyes, ingrid chuckling and stealing one last kiss. "your ass looks good in those shorts." she shamelessly commented, watching as you wandered back to the living room.

"i know. thats why i wear them!" you winked, blowing her a kiss and collapsing into the sofa, wiggling around to get comfortable. "if they're still on when i get back kjærlighet, you'll be getting more than just a cronut." the norweigan smirked, sending you a wink of her own before the door closed after her.

~

"-so, i may have lied to you about wanting to see you." ingrid started as she and frido took a seat outside, sunglasses covering their eyes and coffees in hand, awaiting their breakfast to arrive.

"so it has happened. you have finally come to your senses and realised i am the better rolfö, and the more entertaining, and fun to be around, and-" the blonde started with a sigh as her best friends eyes rolled.

"shut up! let me speak." ingrid huffed as the older blonde chuckled but tipped her coffee toward her in a silent apology, nodding for her to continue, interrupted once more by their food arriving as both girls uttered thank yous.

"so i love your sister, very very much." ingrid began, food untouched as fridolina instead dug right in. "clearly, you must to have put up with her for so long. does she still do the wheezy thing when she sleeps when she-" the midfielder begun as ingrids eyes again rolled.

"frido!" "sorry sorry, go on gushing over how much you love my baby sister." she pulled a face of disgust and waved for ingrid to continue.

"i love your sister so much that i want to marry her." ingrid decided being direct may be her best choice right not to get this out, interrupted once more but this time by frido choking on a mouthful of eggs.

a waitress rushing over the swede hastily waved her off with an embarrassed grimace, chugging a glass of water as ingrid sipped on her coffee, rather unfazed by the reaction.

"marriage!?" the blonde managed to get out once she'd somewhat recovered, ingrid nodding. "but-but-you're...and she's just...marriage!?" your sister was in a state of shock, wide eyed and heart racing.

"yes. we've been together for three years now, i know she's the one i want to spend the rest of my life with. i have spoke with your parents, i have the ring, all i want now...is your blessing." ingrids voice softened, a hint of insecurity dancing around the edge of her request, coffee put down and fingers drumming on the table nervously.

"my bless-wait. did you just say you got a ring?" your sisters eyes somehow opened wider as ingrid nodded, grabbing her bag off the table, placing a small black box between them which frido carefully picked up.

"i-wow. ingrid." your sister exhaled, shaking her head as she popped open the box, oggling the engagement ring hidden within. "is it too much? not enough? will she like it?" your girlfriend bit her bottom lip anxiously, fingers resuming their drumming against the tabletop.

"hey. it is perfect because it came from you ing, of course she will love it." frido picked up on her best friends energy then, closing the box and placing it back down on the table.

"but if you have spoken with my family. why do you want my blessing?" the older girl asked with a curious though not unkind frown. "

why do you think? your opinion means more to her than she would ever let on, much more than even your parents or anyone." ingrid professed, and not untruthfully, though you may clash heads a lot your sister was one of the most important people in your life, a life you'd never dare to imagine without her in it.

"you know i love to tease her about being the baby of the family, but even with that you do not need my blessing ingrid, but of course you have it." frido spoke softly, reaching across the table to squeeze your girlfriends hand in assurance as the tension bled from her body and she slumped back into her seat with a relieved exhale.

"is that why you would not let her come? you know i have many texts from her threatening me if i did not tell you to invite her." the blonde laughed, shaking her phone making ingrid crack a smile.

"but you didn't." "of course not! when do i ever do what she wants me to?"

"you are both as bad as each other." ingrid chuckled, frido urging for her to eat before her food went cold. "so when are you going to propose?" your sister asked curiously, shovelling another mouthful of eggs in after she did.

"today." ingrid answered casually, once more causing the swede across from her to choke, scrambling for her coffee as ingrid gestured to the young waitress that again they were fine.

"today!?" "yes, today." "what if i had said no!?" "well...i was hoping you would say yes." "ingrid!" "fridolina?"

"you are proposing to my sister. today." frido managed out, once more in state of shock as the norweigan nodded. "i am going to put the ring in the cronut she keeps messaging me not to forget to bring home." ingrid smiled, drinking the last of her coffee.

"hopefully she does not choke on it." "frido! i was not worried about that before!" "well just make sure she finds it before she shoves a pastry down her throat, you know how she is, resource guarding." "your sister is not a dog." "eats like one."

~

ingrid took a deep breath as she stepped into the elevator, checking the paper bag in her hand for the one hundreth time and nodding when she saw the glint of silver just poking out.

she could do this. she could do this. she could do this. she could do this.

"älskade! you are home!"

she could not do this. she could not do this. she could not do this. she could not do this.

"oh my cronut! i adore you."

she had to do this. she had to do this. she had to do this. she had to do this.

ingrid exhaled shakily as you took the bag from her hand, chattering away now in a much happier mood about your morning as ingrid hardly heard a word, her ears ringing and legs heavy as you grabbed the cronut, ring just peeking out.

wait the ring-

before ingrid could say a single word you took an eager bite, swearing in swedish as your tooth bit something hard, eyebrows furrowing as you dropped the cronut back in the bag and cradled your jaw.

"what the-" you fell silent as you poked around and found it, ingrid exhaling shakily as she dropped to one knee, your hand slowly retracting from the bag with wide eyes, ring pursed between your thumb and pointer finger.

"ingrid-" "do you remember the first night we went out when you first came to norway?" ingrid began, shocked at how she was even able to get the words out as her stomach knotted over itself.

"well yes but-" "that couple. the proposal, in front of the entire restaurant. do you remember what you said to me?" all you could do was shake your head, your brain apparently away on holidays as it refused to function.

"you said to me you could not think of anything worse than a public proposal." "i did?" "you did, and i never forgot it."

"so. this might not be the most romantic location, and theres no sunset or beautiful backdrop, no band or photographer or rose petals-" ingrid shifted slightly, eyes trained to yours.

"-but you're here, and you're all i need. barcelona is where things with us really got their first steps, so i thought it was the right place to take the next one, together. my love, will you marry me?" ingrid barely got the words out, terrified of what might come next as a silence fell between you both.

"i-ingrid." you exhaled in a state of shock, gaze flickering rapidly between the pastry covered engagement ring and your girlfriend knelt on the floor before you.

"yes. of course! yes!" you laughed in disbelief, ingrid up and off the ground in record time, surging toward you for a very tight hug as you couldn't quite believe this was really happening.

"you put the ring in my cronut." you managed out, arms wrapped around one another in an airtight embrace. "i was worried you might choke on it." ingrid admitted, pulling back a little as you shared a glance, grins growing in both your features.

ingrid squealed as suddenly you slammed back into her, almost taking her down off her feet as your mouth captured hers in a deep and passionate kiss, tangling your hands in her hair, a moment frozen in time. your first as not just girlfriends, but now, fiancés.

"wait. is this why i could not come to breakfast!?"

[totalswag]

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popstar reader wins an award and drew is the one who hands it to her? like they’re dating and he’s presenting the award she nominated for!q

forever grateful ⎯ DREW STARKEY!

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summary drew giving you an award in one of the categories you were nominated in.

warning(s) none! bunch of cuteness.

Tonight marks the Billboard Music Awards. You've been having a great time with your friends, watching performances, and witnessing award ceremonies. Most importantly, Drew came with you as your plus one, and he will announce the category for which you have been nominated.

Drew was given this opportunity at the time the nominations were first announced. This is crucial for him since he has always wanted to make an award announcement. Drew said previously, "Imagine I announce your name when I present the award."

"Y/N, I can't believe Drew is announcing one of the categories you've been nominated for," Olivia Rodrigo stated before swallowing her water. 

"Dude, tell me about it," you giggle, "I think it's crazy, and we talked about it today," you explain with hand motions.

The lights dim throughout the arena, indicating that Drew is walking on stage. Your face brightened up as he walked on stage with the envelope in his palm. 

Drew walks on stage, microphone in hand, with a confident yet slightly anxious smile on his lips. He's dressed in a fine black suit, every bit the heartthrob the world knows him to be, yet your eyes is drawn to the faint twitch of his fingers, a telltale sign that only you would see. He's nervous about you.

"This next award," Drew's voice echoes through the stadium, smooth yet with a tiny hint of something gentler, "is for Best Pop Artist⎯an award that recognizes not just chart-topping hits but the artistry, passion, and heart poured into every lyric, every note."

The audience cheered and whispered names with anticipation. Applause filled the arena as the screen displayed the talented pop artists that received nominations.

Drew's smile grows a little wider, a little prouder, and his eyes scan the audience⎯searching for you, finding you. "And the winner is..."

"I'm so nervous" you mumbled to yourself.

Drew kept a straight face as he opened the card, "Y/N Y/L/N!" He smiles turning the envelope around before clapping his hands.

The room erupts. Applause, cheers, a standing ovation from some.

Your jaw nearly falls to the floor in absolute shock. This all feels like a fever dream⎯waiting for someone to pinch you. Only thing you could do was put both hands on the side of your head as you lift yourself up from the chair.

When you walk on stage, your dress shimmers under the lights. When you reach him, he hands you the award and whispers, "I knew it, baby."

"I don't know what to say, guys..." you start breathlessly, a giggle slipping through as the audience quiets. "This is a huge honor, and I couldn't have done it without my amazing team, my fans who've supported me every step of the way... and," your gaze turns toward Drew for a moment, "to the person who's been my rock through all of it."

Drew and you will always support one another. It's known that you both don't show affection in public⎯behind closed doors or with inner circle. Fans are gonna go crazy with this.

After thanking those who helped you along the way and those who nominated you, you were escorted back stage. You couldn't take your eyes off the gorgeous award in your hand.

Drew approaches you with a gaze of love and appreciation. "I am really proud of you, and we will celebrate tonight with any takeout you want.

Throwing your head back in laughter at his final comment, "First, I love you so much, and who can say their boyfriend gave his girlfriend an award," he chuckles, "and I will gladly eat takeout with you."

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[my-castles-crumbling]

sensible - march 14 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 348

“Pan,” Regulus murmured to his best friend, already in an absolute panic. “Pan, I need to talk to you. Now.”

Looking completely serene, Pandora turned her bright blue eyes up to Regulus as she laid out on the grass. “What is it?” she asked, raising a white-blonge eyebrow.

“He asked me out,” Regulus hissed, throwing himself down next to her.

The Ravenclaw merely frowned slightly, like she wasn’t surprised at all. “Well. That’s good, isn’t it?”

Regulus sighed, covering his eyes with his hand for a moment. In a perfect world, yes. It was good. It was more than he’d ever admit to hoping for. But.. “It’s terrifying,” he murmured, laying back next to her.

“Hm. Most good things are,” Pandora nodded.

“Would you go?” Regulus asked, gazing up at the clouds.

“On the date? Yes. Why not?” she replied, lifting a lazy arm in the air and tracing something in the sky Regulus couldn’t see.

“It’s not…sensible,” he muttered, stomach sinking as he thought about it.

“Sensible?”

“There’s so many ways it could end badly,” he explained, biting at his lip. “I mean, It could be a joke, for one. He could decide it was stupid and he actually only likes girls. Or he could realize who I am and figure out he deserves better. Or Sirius-”

“Or he could actually be asking you because he fancies you and he knows who you are and likes you for you, and maybe he’s even already talked to Sirius about it,” Pandora interrupted. “Ever think of that?”

He hadn’t. “No,” he admitted.

“Being sensible all the time sounds scary and sad,” she sighed. “Maybe you should try not being sensible for once. Maybe it’ll make you happy.”

Blinking at that, he mulled her words over in his head. “I-”

“Oh! Look! The clouds look like a stag!” Pandora screeched, pointing toward the sky.

Regulus narrowed his eyes, looking but finding nothing. But he decided to try being less sensible and humoring her. “Yeah, I see it,” he mumbled.

They spent the next hour looking for shapes in the sky.

[euphorial-docx]

a few weeks ago there was a guy who was driving so far up my ass (i was going 10 over, btw) and so, because i am obviously normal and relaxed, i drove even slower because fuck that guy.

this guy proceeds to pass me like he’s in tokyo drift, flips me off while practically hanging out of his window, cuts me off with purposefully less than a foot between us and break checks me in front of a light on a busy road.

some people deserve to be publicly shamed via tomato throwing in the town square.

idk. too many people drive like they don’t realize (or care) that they could die and/or kill someone. as a result of the way they are driving. sorry if i sound lame or ancient i just feel insane witnessing the lack of concern on a regular basis. The vehicle you are in is thousands of pounds going many miles an hour. do you know this

[songbirdseung]

kitty / park jongseong

he's supposed to look manly, tough and hot in your eyes... not the opposite. the poor guy is struggling to play the cute role in your relationship and unluckily for him he doesn't have to even try hard to be cute

gasping, you immediately let go of your boyfriend's hand, completely forgetting about him as you dashed toward the small black cat nestled behind a park bush. your heart swelled at the sight, excitement bubbling over as you carefully approached.

"hello, jaaayyy~" you cooed, voice sweet and gentle. but you weren’t exactly calling out to your boyfriend...no, you were talking to the cat.

jay, who had been watching the scene unfold with mild amusement, let out a soft scoff. "be careful," he warned, taking a step forward, his protective instincts kicking in.

you glanced back at him with a playful pout, eyes narrowing just slightly at his concern. "it's a cat, jay, not a wild tiger," you huffed before turning your attention back to the tiny creature, now cautiously inching closer to you.

jay chuckled, shaking his head as he finally gave in and walked over, crouching down beside you. "did you just call the cat 'jay'?"

"yeah," you said matter-of-factly, glancing at him before gesturing toward the cat, who was now hesitantly sniffing your outstretched fingers. "look at it...that's literally you."

jay raised a brow, tilting his head slightly. "baby, i'm not a feline animal."

"no, but you both have the same energy," you teased, smirking. "all broody and mysterious at first, but deep down, you just want some love and attention."

jay rolled his eyes, but you caught the way his lips twitched, fighting back a smile. "okay, first of all, i am not broody."

"mm-hmm, sure," you hummed, finally getting the chance to gently pet the cat as it nuzzled into your palm. "you even have the same attitude. a little cautious at first, but once you warm up, you're just a big softie."

jay sighed dramatically, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you with fond eyes. "i can't believe i'm losing to a cat right now."

you giggled, turning to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "don't worry, you're still my favorite."

he scoffed, nudging your shoulder lightly before wrapping an arm around you, watching as the cat curled up comfortably between you both. "yeah, yeah. just don’t expect me to start purring anytime soon."

"no promises," you teased, and the soft laughter that followed was just another reason why moments like these with jay were your absolute favorite.

grinning, you turned your full attention back to jay, eyes twinkling with mischief as you reached out to gently squish his cheeks between your palms. "you're so cute," you cooed, tilting your head as you took in his face, completely smitten.

jay blinked, his brows immediately furrowing as he tried to pull away from your grasp. "no, i'm not," he protested, voice slightly muffled by the way you were squishing his cheeks together.

"yes, you are," you sang, giggling as you continued to smush his face, pressing his cheeks together until his lips puckered involuntarily. "look at you! all soft and pouty."

jay let out a huff, grabbing your wrists in an attempt to free himself, but you were persistent, refusing to let go. "baby, seriously. stop it."

"why? am i embarrassing you?" you teased, eyes full of amusement as you tilted his face from side to side, admiring him like he was the most precious thing on earth.

he rolled his eyes, trying to feign annoyance, but the way his ears turned pink completely gave him away. "no," he muttered, voice lacking any real conviction. "i just... i’m not cute."

"oh, but you are," you argued, now tracing his jaw with your fingers before cupping his face once more. "you're the cutest. my soft, broody, little black cat boyfriend."

jay groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. "why do i even try with you?"

you giggled, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose before resting your forehead against his. "because you love me," you whispered, grinning when you felt his breath hitch.

he sighed, finally giving up as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. "unfortunately," he mumbled, but the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.

"aww, my cute, soft jay," you teased once more, running your fingers through his hair.

"stop calling me that," he whined, though he made absolutely no move to pull away from you.

"never," you declared, giving his cheeks one last playful squeeze before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.

jay only sighed, shaking his head with fake exasperation, but he didn't complain anymore. because truthfully, if this was what being "soft" meant... being loved so completely by you. then maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind it all that much.

[random-blurbs]

OMNI-MARK VARIANT X READER

A/n- smut with plot maybe or maybe not idk i just be writing

(requests are open)

part 1 kinda or sinister mark imagine

Scrambling to sit up, you recognize the variant who seemed very displeased with the one who liked to curse in every sentence. He seemed more mature of the bunch as most of them act like children with a knack for murder. Slightly putting you at ease, but just slightly. “Are you going to want to fight like the other one did?” You barely were able to get your words out wincing at your very audible fear. “There would be no point, I would kill you in an instant.” His gruff voice killed any type of ease you previously had, his floating figure inching closer to you, terrifying you even more. At least he was truthful about it.

“I barely had any time with you.” He confessed sitting at the edge of the bed looking directly at you. He was still the Mark you knew in some sick way. The way his lips tightened in a straight line and how you can see the slight shake of his hand he tried to hide. You saw it all. It was sickening how it tugged at you. “W-what happened to me?” You ask trying to push down the fear you had, his hand slowly reached out to your cheek. Eyeing every moment of yours to see if there’s any sense of disgust, fear, repulsion for him. But all he can see was the same Y/N he loves, that no matter what cares for him. Always wanting the best for him. Always hearing him out, it killed him how no matter what you’re the same. But somehow he lost his, but this Mark gets to keep you alive and well. It was unfair.

“A mission I was supposed to go on, you ended up taking. I was training with my father and you offered to go in my stead. And… I should’ve gone.” Such a strong figure was somehow weakened by the retelling of your death, how was it even possible? “I threw myself into ruling the world with my father but somehow you never left my mind.” He rasped out bitterly as both of his hands now cupped your face. “I don’t get it. I did everything to become the strongest. How can someone like him still keep his.” His own voice wavering as you see the longing in his expression try to reach out to you. How could it not. “I missed you so much.” Not able to respond as his lips quickly connected with yours. He lets your body fall back onto the bed his hand ravaging every part of your body. Letting himself indulge in the body that was once his.

Knowing what parts made your body arch against his hand for more, what parts made you moan out for more as you looked back at him with half-lidded eyes. This was twisted. “W-wait I can’t do this!” You muttered out barely able to push him looking away from his lust-filled eyes. You turned your face away focusing on the blanket underneath you, not wanting to give in. “I’m with this world’s Mark I just can’t-!”

“Stop lying.” His cold tone had you stunned as he now seemed angered by your words. His eyes seemingly now void of emotions as he ripped off his mask, his face was Mark’s but this was expression he never gave you. You thought it was impossible for Mark to ever conjure up yet here it is directed at you. He didn’t hesitate grabbing a fistful of your hair making you yelp in pain your hand shooting up trying to detach his hand away. “Here I am telling you these things. And you’re here lying to me in exchange.” Gritting your teeth he made you turn to him his eyes calculating. They didn’t hold the desperation they once did, fueled with an anger you didn’t want.

“Is this something I’m going to fix about you?” Throwing your head back onto the pillows you soothed the top of your head as you anxiously look at the Mark infront of you. “What do you mean?” You don’t know what he’s so hurt by. “My Y/N never lied to me yet here you are.” Recounting the few words you spoke you refuse to believe there was any type of lie exchanged. Was he delusional. He chuckles dryly as he let himself lean closer to you, his breath fanning your neck making you shiver. “Are you really going to act stupid?”

“I’m not acting stupid!” It was stupid to even argue back with him.

His hand gripped onto your throat, panicking you as you tried pulling his hand away, “Don’t fight it.” Even with his word of advice you scratched at his arm trying to get away as you gasped out to him to stop. But there he was over you choking the life out of you. He was right. He’s perfectly able to kill you.

But he won’t.

Letting his grip go you welcomed the lost air back into your lungs as you let out gasps. “I wouldn’t kill you. But I will teach you a lesson.”

Placing a kiss on your temple he pulled back letting you see his cocky smirk grace his lips, “So let’s try again.” Still reeling back from his attempt he kissed you again, you felt more inclined to let him do so your hands hesitantly wrapping around his neck. The action making him moan as he realizes you’re more than accepting now. This was all he wanted, was that so hard.

Peppering your neck with kisses as you let out a moan of pain, his actions a few minutes ago not letting your neck recover from the tight grip he had. “I’ll make you forget about it ok?” Nodding at his words you felt him smile against your neck as he pulled your shirt off your body, letting his lips linger down your body. He was desperate for you, it’s been so long without you. He had all the time in the world now. Or he’ll make sure he does. Pulling your pants down he let his mouth attach itself to your nipple making you moan. Never letting a second pass where you’re not feeling pleasure.

All the things he wish he had done with you more in his universe now doing it to in this one. Biting and teasing both nipples as he looked up at you with a lust-filled gaze on simply wanting to pleasure you. The thought excited you more as the more powerful of the two was practically on his knees to please you. And only you.

He spat on his hand coating his spit on his fingers, shoving them into your entrance surprising you. Letting out a loud moan before covering your mouth in embarrassment he grinned above you. “Don’t be like that.” Gingerly lifting your hand away from your mouth as he basked in your glowy face sheened with a desperation matching his. You both wanted this.

At a steady pace he plunged his fingers in and out feeling you pull him in with a neediness he knew he can pull out of you. His lips meeting your mouth swallowing all the moans you let out as he plunged his fingers in deeper. The sinful squelches of his fingers filled the room which you ignored as you moaned out feeling him add another finger. How quickly you’re unraveling underneath has him reeling as he knows you can handle him now.

You’re strong.

Feeling empty as he pulled his fingers out he chuckles at your displeasure as he lined himself up against your entrance. “Don’t be like that.” He chuckled as he shoved himself in with no warning. Moaning simultaneously as you both felt every movement of one another. Feeling every ridge of his dick stretch you out he slowly moves against you had you clawing at his back in exchange making him moan.

His forehead fell on your shoulder as he thrusted in and out feeling every time you tried sucking him back in now moving in sync with one another. Kissing and sucking at the spots on your neck had you arching as you held onto him tighter letting yourself back onto his dick making him bite into your neck harder. “God you are something else.” Pulling away with a sex-driven smile you know you probably shared the same look as you let yourself feel every part of him against you.

Gripping the plush of your thighs he brought your hips higher your lower back no longer on the bed confusing you. “Is this still your favorite?” Before you can question him he thrusted forward making the words die out from your tongue as you let out a moan of pure bliss. Mark was able to hit a sweet spot in your cervix making you want more. “Go harder please.” You begged making him caress your face softly before gripping onto it tightly to face him. “Glad that you know how to ask.”

His smile grew as he plunged himself deeper admiring how you take him so nicely as he feels you start to tighten around him more. Your moans were freeing as he admired your close eyed pleasure. How you’re bouncing underneath him no longer caring about the position you’re in. He bit onto your nipple making you yelp and arch your body more into his mouth. Letting himself pleasure you more as his pace got faster reaching his own high knowing your body better than you do yourself at this point. Rutting into you with a desperation he can only muster he pulled his mouth away as you heard him moan out your name. The sound sending you over the edge.

“Mark please…” He already knew what you wanted and he wasn’t that far away.

“It’s ok baby just do it.” His husky voice didn’t help as you felt the euphoric feeling fill your body as you let your body go. Twitching underneath him as he continued thrusting into you harder bringing him closer to finishing as you matched his movements bringing tears to your eyes sending him over the edge as you sought his lips to kiss him back. The understanding you both shared was something that can’t be explained and you don’t want it to be. You hear him moan out your name filling you up with one harsh thrust forward as your nails gripped onto his shoulders making him moan out in pain. He filled you up as if you were his, uncaring for the consequences.

And in this moment you were.

You were all his.

He didn’t pull away leaving himself in you wanting to make sure no drop gets out. You looked dazed as you looked up at the Mark you got to know intimately. His expression softer with still that tinge of sadness. You pulled him into a hug feeling him stiffen underneath you. “It’s strange how I still care for a Mark that isn’t technically mine.”

“I am though. I’m all yours and you’re mine.” Pulling you into his arms he placed a kiss on your forehead as you looked up at him. He was a cruel villain in his world and technically yours. But here he was holding you with a look of admiration that you are too afraid to stray away from. Not saying anything more you indulge in his warmth feeling his heartbeat next to you.

[xoxochb]

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you loved your boyfriend.

you loved his stupidly gorgeous boyish smile and his dumb sea green eyes of your favorite color and you love his dark hair and his overly sarcastic personality but what you loved most of all was his biceps.

when, of course, you were able to kiss them and bite them and look at them from a safe distance. when he manhandled you, however, that was different.

he was six foot, almost significantly taller than you. which is why it was oh- so easy for him to throw you around like a rag-doll. unsurprisingly, regardless of your scolding.

“percy!” you dig your nails into his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “you’re going to kill me!”

“I’m careful, sweet girl.” he smiles victoriously and places a kiss to your shoulder.

you’d only begun getting dressed before he’d thrown you back into bed with him. “I have to leave.”

you throw your head back to face him. he gives you a spider-man kiss. “no you don’t.”

“I do, though,” you whine. “I promised silena I’d help her with the younger campers today.”

“well forget the kids, stay here with me.”

you gasp. “no! don’t be mean to the kids, they didn’t do anything to you.”

you attempt to sit up again but his grip tightens. you groan and grab at his arms, trying to pry them away from your waist.

he doesn’t budge.

you huff and fall back. percy smirks and kisses you again, twice this time. “giving up?”

“taking a break.”

“so giving up.”

“break.”

“just say you’re giving into me, sweet girl, I won’t tease you for it, I know how irresistible I am.”

you roll your eyes. “I’m getting up now.”

you sit up within his arms. this time they loosen around you and you take the opportunity to slide off the bed at last.

you make your way back to the dresser. you’d decided today you’ll wear a simple sundress since the weather was predicted to be warm.

white, falling to the ankles, ruffles on the skirt, off the shoulder, with tiny flowers. percy had picked it out for you at the store. you slip it on quickly before he has the chance to complain.

you take a last look in the mirror, fixing your necklace, your bracelets, before walking back to the bed where percy dramatically lays like a child throwing a fit.

you take a seat next to him. he notices the dip in the bed and moves his head to lay on your thighs. you run your fingers through his tousled hair.

“I’ll be back in an hour and a half, promise.”

“one hour.”

“an hour and a half.”

“one hour and twenty minutes.”

you sigh. “fine.”

“thank you, I love you, sweet girl.”

sweet boy. “I love you too, perce.”

[shanastoryteller]

Happy love day Shana! Could I ask you for either WWX and Jiang Yanli run away or for the AU where John never goes missing and Sam stays at Stanford and he and Jess get married and then Jess calls Dean and John when Sam goes missing (from this post: https://www.tumblr.com/shanastoryteller/766664341635448832/au-where-john-doesnt-go-missing-dean-never-gets) ? It's too hard to pick between those, they're both so good!!

a continuation of 1

Dean's just getting off from a salt and burn when he gets a call from an unknown number and almost doesn’t answer it. He needs bed and a shower and not in that order, but you can never know in this profession, so he rubs a hand over his face and says, “Hey.”

There’s a girl and she’s crying and that’s already waking him up when she says, “Dean?”

“That’s me, sweetheart,” he says, not recognizing her voice. He’ll figure out how she got his number later. “You okay?”

She takes a steadying breath. “Sam’s in trouble and I need your help.”

His blood goes cold. Sam. His little brother who he hasn’t spoken to in five years.

She won’t get into specifics, only gives him an address in San Francisco and tells him to get there as fast as he can. He curses down the line and she just hangs up on him. He almost calls her back, but he figures the fastest way to get some answers is to get his ass over there like she told him too.

But first, he has to call Dad.

John not the most reliable form of backup, Dean’s been hunting mostly on his own for years, and at least half the time Dean says that he could use a hand, he gets brushed off, but Dad will come this time.

He’ll come for Sam.

~

The smoking hot blonde who answers the door is tall and steel eyed and has an engagement ring and wedding band on her left hand which Dean doesn’t think much about until she’s looking them head on and says, “Dean, John. I’m Jessica Winchester. We need to find Sam.”

Even Dad – grim and closed mouth with an edge of fury to him that Dean hasn’t seen since Flagstaff – goes blank, staring at her in shock. Dean doesn’t know what his own face is doing.

“Come on,” she says, nudging the door open further. “Anything could be happening to him right now.”

“Wait,” he says. “You’re-”

“Sam and I got married last year,” she says. “We don’t have time for this. Azazel has Sam.”

“Who’s Azazel?” he asks, following her inside. It’s a nice apartment, decent, full of shit like throw pillows and matching dishes and all the things Sam used to crave so badly. The kitchen table is piled with books and papers, thick tomes the likes of which he’s used to seeing at Bobby’s and nowhere else. How did she pull this all together so quickly? She only called him seven hours ago and most of that was the middle of the night.

Unless they already had it. But that doesn’t make sense. Sammy left them, left hunting, why would he –

Jessica rolls her eyes. They’re red, but it seems she’s moved on from the tears to militant determination, but Dean’s still reeling. “The yellow eyed demon.”

Dad goes completely still.

“The what?” he asks.

“The thing that killed your mom,” she says impatiently.

He’s barely processed that when Dad says, “You found it.”

“We found the other kids it targeted,” she says, eyes and voice going colder than when she’d just been speaking to him. “Sam started getting visions a couple years ago and we found a couple of the other psychic kids and then some more. A few months ago they started going missing and we haven’t found any of them. It’s always sulphur and anyone in the same room left for dead. It’s Azazel. He was taking them and now he’s taken Sam and I can’t do this on my own so I called you.” She glares at both of them. “Don’t make me regret it.”

~

Sam wakes up alone in an abandoned town with a splitting headache. Jess is nowhere that he can see, which is good, he thinks. His phone is dead and he’s thinking it’s some sort of ghost or something until he literally walks into Andy.

“Sam!” he says in relief, gripping onto his sleeve. “Oh man, am I happy to see you!”

Ansem, who Sam still thinks isn’t quite sane most days, snorts and crosses his arms. “Yeah, are you? Because if we’re here and Sam’s here that means we’ve probably been taken like all the others. That we haven’t been able to find and have never heard from again.”

Andy wilts. “Oh, right.”

“Come on,” Sam says. “How’s your–”

“Not as good as yours,” Andy says. Ansem frowns. “It’s not and you know it. We all have our specialties for a reason.”

That’s fine. They’re going to figure this out. Jess must have noticed him missing by now and she’ll be looking for him. He doesn’t think about how they’ve been looking for the others for months with no luck.

They hear a scream and they’re running towards it. There’s someone trapped in what looks like an old outhouse, pounding on the door so hard it rattles. Sam doesn’t even think about it, he makes a yanking motion with his hand so the door flies off the hinges and out tumbles Ava.

Who’s been missing for months.

She stumbles out, breathing in air greedily, but she’s already backing away from them, shaking her head, her hands held out. “Don’t make me – I’ll do it, I’ve done it before, but I won’t, not if you don’t make me – please don’t make me–”

“AVA!” he shouts, reaching out for her. She shoves him back, or tries to, but his telekinesis is a lot stronger than hers and there’s nothing she can do to stop him from striding forward and grabbing her shoulders.

She’s struggling against him, nails digging into his arms. “I’ll do it, don’t make me do it, I don’t want to, but I will, I will I will I will!”

He shakes her. “AVA! Stop, calm down. It’s Sam. You’re okay. It’s okay.”

She stops, finally raising her head enough to look at him. There’s something crazed and desperate about her that wasn’t there when he saw her last. She was scared like they were all scared, but she wasn’t like this. “They always say that in the beginning and then they make me do it.”

“Do what, Ava?” he asks, trying to keep his grip form being bruising now that she’s not fighting against him.

Her eyes fill with tears and she whispers, “Kill them.”

He hears Andy go, “Woah, holy shit,” behind him and then the sound of Ansem hitting him.

“No one is killing anyone,” he says firmly. “I’m not killing you and you’re not killing me. Okay?”

“I don’t like it,” she says intensely. “I don’t want to do it anymore.”

“Ava,” he says, ducking down so she has no choice but to look him in the eye. “You don’t have to, okay? If something, who is not one of us, needs killing, then I’ll do it.”

“I can help too,” Ansem says. Then, “Ow!” as Andy steps on his foot.

Her face softens into something that’s finally familiar and her lips twitch up. She leans around Sam and says, “Hi guys.”

“Hi Ava,” they say in unison.

Sam’s starting to get why Dad was always creeped out by him and Dean doing that. “What’s going on? Are you okay? We’ve been looking for you.”

“We thought you were dead,” Ansem says.

Andy adds, “But we’re really glad you’re not!”  

Jesus.

Ava swallows. “They show up in groups. Some we knew, some we didn’t. Sometimes everyone gets along and agrees to work together. Sometimes the backstabbing starts quickly. Azazel is here and if people aren’t killing each other quickly enough, he whispers to them, manipulates them, turns us against each other.”

“Been there, done that,” Ansem says.

Ava doesn’t so much as twitch. “Until it’s just me and them and no one will listen to me, Sam, they keep not listening, until it’s me or them and I don’t want to do it, but I don’t want to die, I really don’t want to die. So I kill them and then it’s just me and then I wake up trapped again until someone gets me out.” Her voice drops. “No matter what I do, I can never get myself out.”

“It’s okay,” he says, even though he feels sick. Of all the possibilities they’d considered, this wasn’t one of them. “We’re going to stick together and figure this out. We’ll get out of here.” He pauses. “Where is here?”

“If you try and walk out, the demons stop you. Some die that way,” she says. “I don’t know. It’s been weeks and it’s already getting warmer, so I’d say somewhere in the middle of America? But everything here is old and no one's phones ever have any service.”

Okay, that’s all bad news, but, “Weeks? Ava, it’s May. You’ve been missing since February.”

She stares, yanking on the edge of her shirt anxiously. “What? No. That can’t – that can’t be right. The days sort blur, but it can’t be – that’s not possible. It hasn’t been that long.”

“When you’re the last one, you just wake up to it starting all over again, right?” Ansem asks. “People haven’t been disappearing all at once. Not the ones we know about, anyway.”

“What? You think Azazel is putting me in some sort of – that he’s just keeping me on ice or something in between,” she cuts herself off, fine tremors in her hands.

Sam hugs her, folding her against him and digging his chin into the top of her head, just like he hugged her the first time she had a panic attack in her kitchen. As if Azazel bleeding in all their mouths as babies wasn’t bad enough, he’s now put Ava through actual hell, turning her into something she never wanted to be and doing who knows what with her body in between. The comforting platitudes are starting to sound false, even though he means them, so he just holds her and lets her cry herself out.

Eventually she gently pushes away from him and rubs her sleeve over her eyes. “Sorry. I – sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he says gently. “You’re my friend. We’re going to get out of this together. I’m sorry I wasn’t there before, but I’m here now, okay?”

Her eyes are red and her face is swollen and this time when she smiles, he almost recognizes her. “Okay.”

“Uh,” Andy says nervously, stepping behind Sam and dragging Ansem with him. “We’ve got company.”

He turns and sees someone’s just turned a corner at the other end of the street with his back to them and he’s halfway to pushing Ava towards Andy when he gets close enough for Sam to recognize. His shoulders slump and he shouts, “JAKE! Hey!”

Jake pauses, turning towards them and a grin breaking out across his face as he jogs in their direction. “What the hell? I was in Afghanistan, man.”

“Have fun explaining this to your CO,” he says. If they make it out of here alive.

~

Jess doesn’t know if she’s done the right thing by calling Dean.

It wouldn’t be so bad if John wasn’t here, she doesn’t think, but she’d known better than wasting her breath trying to convince him not to call him. But Sam’s said over and over again that his father’s a good hunter, a good tracker, and they need that right now.

They’ve been losing people, one after another, and it felt like a noose tightening around their necks. And now Sam’s missing and what they’d been doing hadn’t been working so she’d done something else.

He’s still alive. He has to be.

Please let him still be alive. She can’t do this on her own.

“We have to leave for the airport in an hour to pick some people up,” she says. “Lily and Scott’s planes are landing about forty minutes apart.”

“Who’re are they?” John asks.

She swallows down something biting. “Lily can stop hearts and Scott electrocutes things. They’re friends and they’re going to help.”

John’s lips press together but he doesn’t say anything. Dean looks like he’s waiting for a punchline, but it’s no joke.

They’d kept everyone apart before, thinking it would just cause Azazel to take them all together, but that hadn’t done shit and now Sam is gone.

Neither Lily nor Scott had even hesitated. They’d been scared and desperate and confused when she and Sam had met them, like so many of the others, and Sam had been comforting and kind and told them that they weren’t alone, he’d been the one to help them figure out their powers and the one they called when they had nightmares and now he’s gone.

Jess doesn’t know what she’s going to do if they do find Azazel, but she knows she’ll feel a lot better about it with two powerful psychics on their side.

John is stone faced as he looks over their research, but he hadn’t been all that surprised, just like Sam had expected. Dean is still in shock and she’s not even sure which part is throwing him the most – Azazel, Sam being psychic, or that he has a sister-in-law that he’s never met.

They hadn’t had groomsmen or bridesmaids at their wedding. Even after four years of silence, Sam hadn’t felt right about anything else and Jess hadn’t pushed. It kept costs down, at any rate.

He’d been convinced that John and Dean would care more about Sam having Azazel’s blood than theirs. She doesn’t tell them that part, doesn’t tell them anything she doesn’t have to, but she wonders at it, that Sam could both be that convinced they’d hate him for something he couldn’t help and love them that deeply.

Based on the stories, she’d believed it more easily of John than Dean, but she doesn’t know either of them. Not really.

She just knows that she needs Sam and she needs help and as long as they find him, they can figure out the rest later.  

[dcoraclestan]

I’m cryinggggg. I love him. 😭😭😭😭😭

DC DON’T YOU DARE FUCK THIS UP LIKE YOU LIKE TO. I STG.

[wendichester]

ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ not it²,

summary. sam is done listening to you and dean argue

pairing. dean winchester x reader ft. sam winchester

wordcount. 811

⋆.˚ ★— read part 1

The bet is stupid.

At least, that’s what you and Dean keep saying.

But it’s been an entire day, and not once have you argued.

Not when he stole the last slice of pie at dinner and smirked at you like he was begging for a fight. Not when he left his wet towel on your bed like an absolute menace. Not even when he called you princess again, testing you, waiting for you to snap.

You didn’t.

Instead, you smiled. Sweetly.

And that’s when everything shifted.

Because without the fighting, without the constant back-and-forth, there was something else lurking underneath it all. Something that made your stomach flip every time Dean looked at you for a little too long.

And he was looking.

Across the room. At the dinner table. From the driver’s seat of the Impala when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

You don’t acknowledge it. But you feel it.

And so does Sam.

He’s been watching you both all day, eyebrows raised, smirking to himself every time Dean hovers too close or you brush past Dean just a little too slowly.

And now? Now you’re all sitting in the bunker’s main room, pretending things are totally normal.

You’re curled up in one of the armchairs, pretending to read. Dean is sprawled out on the couch, pretending to watch TV. Sam is across from you both, arms crossed, not pretending at all.

“So.” Sam clears his throat, giving you both a pointed look. “How’s the not fighting going?”

Dean stretches, his voice lazy. “Piece of cake.”

You hum in agreement, flipping a page. “Easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

Sam scoffs. “Right. So that’s why Dean’s been staring at you like a lovesick teenager all day?”

Dean chokes on air.

You snap your book shut, cheeks burning. “Excuse me?”

Sam leans forward, grinning. “Oh, c’mon. I wasn’t born yesterday.” He gestures between you. “This? All of this? It’s embarrassing.”

Dean glares at him. “Shut up.”

Sam shrugs. “Make me.”

Dean grabs the nearest throw pillow and hurls it at his brother’s face.

Sam laughs, tossing it aside. “That’s not making me shut up.”

Dean groans, slumping back against the couch. “You’re the worst.”

“Disagree.” Sam smirks. “Because I know I’m right.” He glances at you, then back at Dean. “And you both know it, too.”

You cross your arms. “You’re reading way too much into this.”

“Am I?” Sam leans back, stretching his arms behind his head. “Then prove me wrong. Go another day without arguing.”

You falter.

Dean shifts beside you. “That’s stupid.”

Sam raises an eyebrow. “Why?”

Dean opens his mouth, then closes it.

You glance at Dean. Dean glances at you.

And suddenly, the air crackles.

Sam notices. And grins. “That’s what I thought.”

You open your book again, stubborn. “You’re so annoying.”

Sam laughs, standing. “Have fun, lovebirds.”

You throw the pillow at him this time.

He dodges it effortlessly, shaking his head as he leaves the room.

And just like that, you’re alone with Dean.

Silence settles between you. Thick. Charged.

You’re so aware of him. The way he’s still watching you. The way he hasn’t moved.

Slowly, you lower your book, meeting his gaze.

And oh.

His eyes are darker than usual. More intense. Like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Your stomach flips.

Dean exhales, shifting closer. “So.” His voice is lower now, rougher. “Think we can do another day?”

You swallow. “What, not fighting?”

He hums, watching you. “Not fighting. Not—” He pauses, licking his lips. “Not this.”

Your heartbeat stumbles.

Because what is this?

What does he mean?

But you already know.

It’s this. The way your knees brush under the table, the way your breath hitches when he leans in. The way his fingers graze your wrist, like he’s testing something.

The way you don’t pull away.

Dean’s eyes flicker down to your lips.

And oh.

This is happening.

You can feel it—feel the exact moment everything shifts, the exact second the line you two have been toeing for months finally snaps.

And then—

Then he kisses you.

It’s soft.

Softer than you ever expected from Dean Winchester.

There’s no rush. No teasing. Just this. Just his lips brushing against yours, like he’s savoring it. Like he’s memorizing it.

You inhale, gripping his shirt. He exhales, tilting his head, deepening the kiss—just slightly, just enough to make your head spin.

It’s slow. Sweet.

Like he’s been waiting for this forever.

And maybe he has.

When you finally pull away, your foreheads rest together, breath mingling.

Dean swallows. His voice is hoarse when he whispers, “That’s one way to win a bet.”

You laugh, breathless. “Yeah.”

Then—

From the doorway—

Sam.

Smirking. Arms crossed.

“I knew it.”

Dean groans, dropping his head against your shoulder. “Oh, shut up.”

Sam just chuckles, shaking his head as he walks away. “Idiots.”

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[bialbovi]

Okay idk what to say, first of all I don't want to run around all apocalyptic and expect it all to occur tomorrow, I think the potential plan for them to even think of invading Canada is FUCKING STUPID. I'm not saying it's impossible but it's VERY FUCKING STUPID

Second of all well I wouldn't be surprised AT ALL. (Might just be my psyche because Ive already prepared myself for the worst and it happened like in 2022-2024, I don't expect good things)

Third of all if it does come to this I am sorry but it will be on americans, you can't really distinguish between good ones and bad ones when this is what their inaction leads to (and when you have their tanks in your neighborhood). Also, propaganda can do wonders, and not the good kind. If I were you and had american friends, I would seriously hold a deep political conversation (if you have avoided it all this time) with them. Just to make sure your online friend from the US doesn't actually want Canadians to join them as a """state""" and passively adds to the invasion. They don't, right?

Fourth of all. God. Yes. Canada has so many sins, functioning as a country on stolen land from Indigenous peoples. And I want to make something good for the people and for the land, and to do the right thing as someone who came here from Ukraine (oh, the irony). If Canada has many sins it doesn't mean it deserves to be invaded by the fucking US.

Better brush up the knowledge on how to make molotovs, that's practical at least. Go through first aid training. I don't know if it will calm anyone, but if this threat eventually evolves into a proper invasion - your life will make a 180° turn in any case. Idk how you can be prepared for that. Even if you tell yourself you are, I used to be there mentally, I know it. But there can be practical efforts to be made, and thinking realistically about it is a step forward

Idunno ill go hibernate. Whatever happens happens we'll just have to adapt. I want to believe that they are throwing threats around and meaning them, but completely unable to manifest the expansionist wet dream🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Donald Trump Is Not Joking About Annexing Canada: A Fucking Timeline

December 3, 2024: Trump's quip about Canada becoming 51st state was a joke, says minister who was there (CBC News 🇨🇦) <- This is when it could have feasibly been a joke

January 7, 2025: Donald Trump is quoted in a press conference directly stating his intentions to annex Canada (New York Times, timestamp 0:45 🇺🇸) <- This is where Americans should have stopped telling Canadians it's just a joke

REPORTER 1: Are you also considering military force to annex and acquire Canada? DONALD TRUMP: No. Economic force.

February 7, 2025: Trudeau says Trump threat to annex Canada 'is a real thing' (BBC 🇬🇧) <- This is where the Commonwealth starts to take it seriously

Trudeau suggested Trump has floated the idea of taking over Canada and making it the "51st state" because he wants to access the country's critical minerals. "Mr Trump has it in mind that the easiest way to do it is absorbing our country and it is a real thing," the prime minister said.

February 9, 2025: "Trump's national security adviser: 'I don't think there's any plans to invade Canada'" (NBC News 🇺🇸) <- CANADIANS NOTICE THAT THIS IS NOT A VERY STRONG DENIAL OF POSSIBLE MILITARY FORCE

February 10, 2025: Trump Confirms He’s Serious About Wanting Canada As 51st State (Forbes 🇺🇸)

Fox News host Bret Baier asked Trump whether Trudeau was right in telling business leaders the U.S. president’s threat to absorb Canada is a “real thing,” to which Trump agreed with Trudeau and responded, “Yes it is.”

February 12, 2025: ‘Trump effect’: How US tariffs, ’51st state’ threats are shaking up Canada (Al Jazeera 🇶🇦) <- This is where the rest of the fucking world outside America starts to take it seriously

February 18 2025: CBC releases podcast episode: "What if the U.S. invaded Canada?" (CBC's Front Burner 🇨🇦)

March 4, 2025: Canada Eyeing NATO Ally's Nukes To Deter Trump 'Threat': Candidate (Newsweek 🇺🇸), British nuclear weapons can protect Canada against Trump, says Trudeau party candidate (The Telegraph 🇬🇧)

“I would be working urgently with [European Nato allies] to build a closer security relationship… in a time when the United States can be a threat,” said [Canada's] ex-foreign minister and finance minister at the final Liberal leadership debate last week.

March 4, 2025: Prime Minister Trudeau: "What he wants is to see a total collapse of the Canadian economy, because that’ll make it easier to annex us” (CTV News 🇨🇦)

March 7, 2025: BC Premier David Eby: “We know the president in back rooms with Canadian officials has said he wants to redraw the border" (Global News 🇨🇦)

Eby: "If this president wants to annex Canada, he should save his breath to cool his soup, it is never going to happen.”

March 7, 2025: How Trump’s ‘51st State’ Canada Talk Came to Be Seen as Deadly Serious (New York Times 🇺🇸) <- This is where American news media starts to treat this as maybe possibly not a joke

March 9, 2025: U.S. Congress bill aims to prevent funding of invasion of Canada (CTV News 🇨🇦) <- This is where you should understand that military force is ON THE TABLE

March 11, 2025: Canadian opinion of U.S. falls sharply; 63% take Trump's threats 'very seriously' (National Post 🇨🇦)

March 13, 2025 (TODAY): Trump threatens to acquire Canada, Greenland while next to NATO chief (Global News 🇨🇦)

“To be honest with you, Canada only works as a state...This would be the most incredible country visually,” [Trump] said. “If you look at a map, they drew an artificial line right through it, between Canada and the U.S., just a straight artificial line. Somebody did it a long time ago, many many decades ago, and it makes no sense.” -Donald Trump

And hey, just for fun, let's contrast that with another quote:

First of all, I would like to emphasize that the wall that has emerged in recent years between Russia and Ukraine, between the parts of what is essentially the same historical and spiritual space, to my mind is our great common misfortune and tragedy...I am confident that true sovereignty of Ukraine is possible only in partnership with Russia. -Vladimir Fucking Putin, the year before launching an attack on Ukraine, which everyone also said he was joking about and definitely wouldn't do (2021 essay, Kremlin official website 🇷🇺)

I know you're overwhelmed, Americans, but please stop saying this is a joke. Canadians are anticipating an invasion, possibly within the year. This is not a fucking drill.

[shuenkio]

Sweet Nightmare | 제이크 ⊰⁠⊹ฺ

メ Paring: Jake X M!reader

Synopsis: Waking up feeling horny in the middle of night, you have no one but your boyfriend to help with your "problem" silently.

Genre: Smut without plot. Cw: smau

Non proof read — Eng is not my 1st

メ This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

All you can see was, the dim led lights on the night shift beside your bed. Dizziness, nauseous consuming you whole in the middle of midnight. You couldn't help but to feel a hardened bulge threaten to break free underneath those low rise pajamas pants. A frustrated sign exhales, nothing seems to be real nor fake at the same time, you were awake in this state, probably just half awake.

Heat spark in your veins, needed something to give off the release or whatever makes this sudden intense desire go away. A solution pops up, as you drag your feet, on the cold floor to Jake's room, your boyfriend, who sleeps alone.

No second thought, you settle down beside his bulk back, and start to move your hip against his glutes.

"I gotta...make it quick...before he wakes up" voice in your thoughts spoke out, your length began to grow more and more to the max, till it was hard enough to feel the pain arching on your shaft. Sweating soaking you whole, you couldn't care less whether Jake, the one who is in charge, the one who is supposed to be your strong man, Top. However right now, this horny desire got the bed of you, grinding, and humping him dry between his cheeks.

You were panting, chest heaving, reaching for the climax. Your uncut dick, pull back and forth the foreskin, ecstatic against his rear end cloth, that could make you feel the intense pleasure enough to nut it out, In this chilly room, along with the air crisp against both skin, wrapped in a soft, quiet stillness—only broken by the faint, lingering moaning of you.

"shit... Shit... Is this how it feels to be... Bury— fuck am I fucking....him!!" You curse under your breath, softly, your brows knot in together with the eyes squint close while endure and enjoy the contact, carry on grinding at Jake like a dog in heat.

Without realizing, Jake was awake the whole time when you're open the door yet he kept pretending to see what your purpose was, that turned out you were being like this, horny in the middle of the night? Would Jake be surprised at this weird occasion? Nope, since you were once open up to him that someday you'd be doing this, having a weird kink they say? Somnophilia! out of control or waking up with a wood in your pants. But this is the first time that Jake encounters you, humping dry on him like this, and somehow he's enjoying it... Feeling both of you and his monster cock growing together with you, gosh the way he bites his lip and swallow those noisy whimpers in him. He can't turn around with that stupid red heat on his face like that, well not right now until he can't take it anymore.

"h--oly fuck... It's coming --"

On the other hand, you continue to keep on the pace until you find yourself feeling the orgasm flowing, in your nerves system. And that's when Jake decides to make a change.

He turned around, Jake’s lips curled into a lazy, knowing smirk—just a ghost of amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth, Like he’d been waiting for this.

The realization hit you like a cold shock, he’d been awake the whole time. Watching. Listening. Letting you think he was lost in sleep, all while that sharp, unreadable glint lingered in his half-lidded eyes.

"babe, why don't you say that you want to feel your man's body? Hm? Is that so hard to ask for— you puppy whore" Your boyfriend won't let a second go, as he yank your pants down, Enough to free your desperate dick. Before you can react, he leans his frame down and swallows your whole length in his mouth, taking you all the way down in his heat walls, as you experience the most ecstasy known to man kind.

It was something you didn't expect, while still processing how Jake was awake the whole time and now he was here, blowing your balls deep in his air supplies. You whimpers, the sound escaping in a strangled gasp, raw and desperate. The pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave, a violent, unstoppable force that tore through every inch of his body. It was too much, more intense than you ever thought possible.

"You fucking like that hah feeling me sucking your dick?"

"mhmmm argh it too much— Jesus Christ"

Jake’s mouth speed was slow, deliberate, like he was savoring every inch of you. The pleasure he gave you was overwhelming, yet gentle, teasing your senses in ways that made it hard to breathe. His lips barely brushed away from your manhood, each kiss soft but filled with intent, drawing quiet gasps from you as you melted into him. He moved with such tenderness, but every motion sent waves of heat through your body, making you ache for more. You could feel the tension building in him too, a soft sigh escaping his lips, his own pleasure. It was tender, that left you craving nothing but the feeling of him close, so close, you couldn’t imagine anything else.

Shortly after— you burst out a load of syrupy thick cum inside of his mouth that causes over shock with a loud shrieking, making you black out on the spot as your dick still spurting, while Jake was eager to not let any drop leaking out of his mouth, needed to taste all of you.

"oh my heart— you were so weak to witness this. Now get some rest babe,—"

Little did you know, it was only you were the one who dozed off to sleep when Jake peeled his pants off, revealing his gigantic girth massive cock on, ready to take his turn.

"Goodnight my puppy—whore"

A/n: guy I think I like the word "whore" jkd. I'm getting a lil bold on this post I hope you don't mind (meh) 😜 my requests are done, actually Abt one of my anon ask for "3some" don't be mind at me since idk how to write one so :') lmk, any feedback are welcome I don't bite really...

[crimsonvictory]

MDNI - 18+

You don’t know when it started exactly, but Sundays were your favorite day of the week. For a few reasons:

one; it was your day off

two; you always lose count of how many times you come in the evenings

-

It had been a long week, work tensing your muscles into knots, your shoulders squeezing tight with unrelieved stress that had slowly built up each day.

To no relief, you just couldn’t seem to get the knots to loosen under your soft skin. The tension causing many a headache and irritation to leach into your pretty face. You had tried just about everything, stretches, self-massages, yoga, but nothing touched it. Almost as if your body just didn’t trust itself to relax.

The only time you would ever get a little relief was with a scalding bath and a little one on one time with your favorite toy. You never really had the time for one, occasionally once a week, which just wasn’t enough to soothe your aching body. So, when the time did roll around, you were more than eager to step into your routine and unwind from your busy schedule.

That is, until a certain someone interrupted your special day, coming back home from a mission early without notification. You were glad he was home, but damn if your shoulders didn’t tense up tighter towards your ears at the thought of not having the bathroom to yourself. Simon obviously needed a shower, stuck on a plane for nearly two days and in the car for who knows how many hours.

You sighed softly, starting to pick up your self-care items and haphazardly throw them in a wicker basket off to the side.

“Y’alright?” he asked softly, peaking around the half closed door.

Maybe you threw them a little too harshly. You take a moment to calm yourself, cheeks blazing with unbridled rage as you stare past him and into your shared bedroom.

“Mhm,” you hum softly, eyes not meeting his.

“Lovie,” he prods softly, the sweet pet name catching your attention.

Your eyes flick over to meet his own, dark gaze unwavering as he stands in the doorway. You notice that he’s already unmasked, hair sticking up messily from pulling the balaclava off. There’s still a bit of unprocessed events swirling around, a bit of ochre starting to peak through now that he’s home.

Home. Safe with you.

“I was just about to leave,” you explain, towel still sitting on your shoulder.

“Doesn’ look like it,” he states matter of factly.

So, he caught you up, called your bluff. What was he going to do about it? You let out a soft huff, setting your mouth in a fake smile as you lay your towel down on the counter, turning around to grab the laundry hamper that you had been ignoring for days.

You rest it on your hip, raising an eyebrow as a silent suggestion for him to move. He doesn’t. You follow his eyes, watching as they drift from the wicker basket, to the towel on the counter and finally land on the small toy you have resting on the edge of the tub. Your face heats again and you take a side step, trying to hide it from his view. What’s the point? He’s already seen it.

“Am I interruptin’?” he asks softly, gaze settling back on you.

“No,” you sigh softly. “Like I said, I was about to start on this laundry.”

You go to move again and he tuts softly, the sound stopping you in your tracks.

“If you need some space, coulda jus’ told me.”

You look up at him then, cheeks still burning pink as tears prick in your eyes. Your stomach clenches - guilt swirling around as you process what he just said. The feeling makes your lip wobble and you turn your head for a moment, gathering yourself.

“I’m sorry, Si,” you start. “It’s just been a rough week and I wasn’t expectin’ you home.”

“S’alright,” he states. “I didn’ call.”

You huff a laugh at that, turning back to look at him again. He looks tired, eyeblack mostly rubbed from his eyes but still lingerin’ in the corners. Your sweet Simon. Always checkin’ on you first before himself. You decided to extend the offer this time.

“Would you want to join me?” you ask.

He raises an eyebrow in question.

“Sundays are my self-care days. I usually take a hot bath and…” you trail off, tips of your ears burning as you see how Simon catches on.

His lips stretch into a grin, showin’ off his sharp teeth. Arms folded over his broad chest, he leans against the doorframe, head nearly smackin’ the threshold. A soft laugh falls from his lips.

“Y’want me to take a bath with ya?”

You nod slowly, a small smile on your face.

“Alrigh’,” he agrees, pushing the door farther open to step inside.

Your smile stretches wider and you set the laundry basket down before turning to grab all of your self-care routine from where it was thrown. Grabbing two towels and washcloths, you lay them over the towel rack near the tub before leaning over and starting the water. The knob is a little finicky and you stick two fingers under the water until it is a desired temp.

While the water fills, you twist open your favorite bubble bath - eucalyptus scented - and pour some in, watching it swirl around in the porcelain tub. The smell of it already has your shoulders relaxing and you let out a soft sigh. For good measure, you add a cup of epsom salts - more for Simon than you.

He stands quietly, watching you flit around the small room as you get everything ready. A small smile rests on his face, chest squeezin’ at the sight of you. You turn towards him finally, face a little flushed and a few pieces of hair stuck to your face.

“Ready?” you ask, gaze expectant.

He nods and you smile, reaching down by your hips to pull your cotton shirt over your head before dropping it into the laundry basket. A low hum rumbles in his chest, appreciatin’ the way your breasts bounce back to their resting position. Simon then follows suit, grabbing the arm of his shirt to pull it off in one swooping motion. You never know how he manages to do that so efficiently.

Next is your pants, you shimmy them down your hips and into the basket they go. Left in just your cotton panties, you turn towards the tub to turn the faucet off. You don’t have a chance to stand back up due to the firm press of Simon against your back.

“Si!” you huff, an incredulous laugh leaving your lips.

“Missed ‘ya birdie,” he mumbles into your shoulder.

His large hand paws at your hip, squeezin’ at the bit of fat there and pulling your ass back flush against his hips. The warmth of his body radiates off him in waves - always burnin’ hot no matter the time of year. A shiver of arousal runs down your spine, feeling his cock already straining against his pants.

It sends slick drippin’ down into your panties, his touch itching the relentless scratch you had developed since he had been gone. You hadn’t seen him in weeks - sweet body just tremblin’ with want. This is what you had needed. Simon places a chaste kiss to your overheating skin - all knowing - a soft hum leaving his lips.

He spins you around, sliding his large hand up to brush the soft skin under your breasts. Your nipples perk up at his touch, hardening into little buds. A soft whine leaves your lips, knees feelin’ like jelly. He leans down then, latching his lips around one. His mouth is hot - captivating as he swirls his tongue around - the pleasure pooling hot in your belly. You arch up into his touch, hand coming up to grasp at his large bicep and givin’ it a squeeeeeze.

He chuckles softly, releasing your tit with a ‘pop’ before placing wet kisses up the side of your neck. His sharp teeth graze against your collarbone before he bites down, causin’ you to yelp. The stinging pain is over in a moment, soothed by his tongue.

He steps back then, the warmth of him gone as he releases you. A soft whine crawls up your throat - pathetic. You watch the way his cock jumps at the noise - only imagining the pearly precome that coats the tip. Simon shimmies out of his tact pants and boxers, his thick cock swellin’ up against his belly.

The tip is a pretty pink, shiny with iridescence. He curves up to the right just a bit - makes your mouth water. Simon tuts softly, rough hand circling around his length before giving a couple tugs. You watch his thighs tremble. Your hand reaches out to circle around his own, watching between the two of you as they move - up, down, up, down, up.

“Christ,” he grits out, voice strained.

You huff out a laugh, feelin’ the way he grows impossibly bigger in your hand. Subtle moans and sighs fall from Simon’s pretty lips. Your panties are stickin’ to your folds, arousal drippin’ down your leg.

“Missed you…” you murmur, lookin’ up through your lashes.

He moans softly at his pretty girl - the way she looks at him, like he placed the sun. Simon’s cock twitches again and he stills his hand, suckin’ in air through his teeth.

“Okay?” you ask softly.

He nods. “Can’t be lookin’ at me like tha’.”

You laugh again, smile breaking out on your face before you can help it. You’re gorgeous. Simon doesn’t realize it but he’s smiling too. The tension is thick in the air, the steam of the bath foggin’ up the mirrors. You had almost forgot, wanting nothing other than Simon in the moment. Uncurling your fingers from around him, you quickly pull your panties down before beckoning him to join you in the bath.

You step in, the hot water feeling wonderful against your skin. Not sitting down yet, you let Simon step in behind you so you can sit between his legs. He huffs, the water scalding against his overworked muscles. A sigh leaves his lips as he relaxes back against the cool porcelain.

How the two of you fit in there is a miracle. Simon’s hulking frame nearly taking up the whole tub. You squirm in between his legs, resting your back against his chest. A comfortable silence rests between you for a moment. You dip your arms in the water, cupping your hands and splashing water up on your face, taking the washcloth and tracing your features smoothly. The excess water drips down the cloth and into the bath.

“Your turn,” you murmur, turning around and resting your elbows on Simon’s chest.

He grumbles softly, eyes fluttering shut as you run the warm washcloth over his face. You take him in - your Simon - more beautiful every time you see him. The furrow between his brow softens, face relaxing underneath your touch. You smooth the cloth over his eyes, removing the rest of the eyeblack. His closed lids flutter, following the movement of your soft hands.

One rests on his cheek, your thumb gently petting his face. So soft - his chest squeezes again. You’re so good to him. Breaking down the barriers and crawling inside. He couldn’t get you to leave if he tried. Your plush lips place soft kisses on his face - his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose, before brushing over his lips. A swipe of your tongue startles him.

You laugh then, smiling against his lips. Simon’s arm darts out, snaking around your waist and pullin’ you impossibly close. You drape the washcloth over the side of the tub, bringing your other hand up to his face before smashing your lips to his. He groans against your mouth and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue inside, exploring.

He tastes like he always does - a hint of a cigarette and Earl Grey. Your stomach flutters with want, devouring him with each swipe of your tongue.

Simon’s right hand sneaks down between the two of you, thick fingers rolling’ your buds into stiff peaks. You moan hotly into his mouth, arms tremblin’ against his chest. Before long, your nipples are puffy - the cool air making you shiver when he finally pulls away.

You huff softly against his check, having pulled away for a moment. A smirk pulls one side up - bastard. You place a quick kiss to his cheek, sitting up for a moment to grab your exfoliation scrub before he has a chance to complain. You open up the cap, dipping your fingers into the jar before scooping up a dollop and placing it on Simon’s face.

“What’s tha’?”, he mumbles.

“Exfoliator.”

He huffs softly but you shush him with a few kisses. Leaning back ever so slightly, you swirl the exfoliant softly around his skin - the crystals picking up any dirt leftover. With many convincing kisses, Simon lets you finish and wipe his face clean.

The skin is super soft, you smooth your thumb over before bringing his own hand up.

“Feel,” you tell him.

His fingers brush over his own face, surprised by the smoothness there.

“Not bad,” he concedes.

You smile, and to your surprise, Simon grabs the container and returns the favor to you. His thick fingers aren’t as delicate as your own, bumping up against your nose or knocking your chin. You can’t help but laugh, the gesture sweet. He lets you rinse your face before leaning up and capturing your lips again.

Simon’s pulled you into his lap, sloshin’ water everywhere. His hands slide up and down your waist, your back, your arms - anywhere he can touch - committing you to memory. He’s growing desperate, wanting to keep you close. You feel his cock twitchin’ against your folds, wanting desperately to roll your hips down against his own.

The two of you are in no rush though, languidly kissing and running your hands over the expanse of each other’s bodies. Simon’s got both hands splayed under your breasts, tongue swirling around your nipples again. He sucks the bud into his mouth, alternating between the two - nippin’ and kissin’ until they’re puffy again.

You whine, shuddering against the pleasure. Simon knows just how to crack that tension in your body. You feel it slowly leak from your muscles, shoulders finally relaxing after such a long time. Tears well up in your eyes at the relief. The head of his cock is bumping against your clit in a delicious way - every time you squirm a sizzle of pleasure licks up your spine.

“Missed you Si,” you sigh again, voice wobbly with tears.

He squeezes your ribs softly, thumb brushing over your peaked nipple and you come. It’s sudden - you weren’t expecting it, but the pleasure burns fast, taking you by surprise. You gasp, eyes rollin’ in the back of your head as it takes over your body.

A few tears fall down your face, rolling down your neck and mixing with the condensation accumulated on your body.

“Tha’s it,” Simon murmurs into your skin, coaxing you through your orgasm, soothing circles being drawn on your skin.

You tremble, the after effects slowly subsiding. Your chest rises and falls, breathing slowing after a few moments. The comfortable silence stretches again for a few moments. Your hands slide up into Simon’s hair, running your fingers back and forth over his scalp. Your nails scratch softly, havin’ him practically purr in’ in your lap.

Simon rests his forehead on your chest, stretchin’ his neck - yearnin’ for more of your touch. He’s just as starved as you. His large arms circle around your back, caging you in close. You pet his head, fingers soothing as they run down his neck and over his broad shoulders.

Water droplets pool on his scarred skin. Your fingers trace over them, feeling Simon relax in your touch. You’re more than grateful that you can be a safe space for him. That he allows himself to open up to you. You smile, pressing a kiss to his head. Glad that he has returned home safe yet again.

“Si?” you murmur.

“Hm?” he grumbles, sounding nearly half asleep.

“I’m glad you came home.”

He squeezes you then, placing soft kisses up your neck before nippin’ at your jaw.

“Couldn’ leave my pretty bird all alone.”

You feel him twitch against you again, desire rolling off of him in waves. He moves, adjusting himself to sit back against the tub, having you on full display in his lap. Simon’s thumb pads softly at the little pearl between your legs, watching in delight as your thighs start to tremble.

Your breath hitches in your throat, arousal causing your eyelids to droop. The roughness of his fingers are delicious against your velvety folds, creating the perfect friction. You clench around nothing, biting down on your pretty plush lips.

“Pretty girl,” he praises. “My pretty girl.”

Your chest clenches at his words, tears pooling in your eyes again as your second orgasm bubbles up. Eyes fluttering closed, you let the pleasure seep into your body, feeling yourself grown taught and then relax as the endorphins release.

A laugh leaves your lips, followed by a soft moan from Simon. Your eyes flutter open, focusing on the man below you. His eyes are dark, gaze sharp and unwavering as he watches you unravel before him. He takes pride in that - watching his little bird come undone before him - knowin’ he’s the one that caused it. Makes him hornier than ever - his own little slice of heaven sittin’ right in his lap.

You blush, the warmth traveling down your chest - shy at his gaze.

“Don’t hide from me birdie,” he coos, thumb swipin’ over your clit again.

It’s a bit overstimulating, causin’ your hips to jump. The head of his cock brushes through your slick folds, pulling a groan from the both of you. You place your hands on his wide chest, pleadin’. He knows what you want - decides not to be mean this time and just gives it to you.

Simon angles your hips, the tip catching against your fluttering hole. You gasp as he pushes inside, the girth of him stretching you open.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans. “Such a tight little thing.”

Your breath stutters and Simon slows, petting your hip softly as he waits for you to relax.

“Relax f’me pretty. C’mon you can take it.”

His sweet words have you clenchin’ around his cock, sucking him in deeper. A laugh punches out of Simon’s lungs.

“There we go,” he praises. “Such a good girl f’me.”

Your walls stretch around his cock, fluttering every time he sinks deeper. You’re tremblin’ by the time your hips are flush with his own.

“Yessss,” he hisses, squeezing your hip.

You take a couple of deep breaths, the burn subsiding and blooming into pleasure. It sits deep in your belly, begging him to move.

“Please,” you beg.

That’s all you had to say. Asked so nicely. His pretty girl. So perfect. Simon pulls out nearly all the way before slamming back inside. The motion has water sloshing everywhere, making a mess of the floor. You don’t care, the pleasure makin’ you mewl. You’re clawing at his shoulders, holding onto them as his cock spears you open.

“Fuck Si,” you moan, squeezing him.

You watch his eyes roll languidly over to you, pupils blown, fucking pussydrunk. Simon was gone, lost in the pleasure you were milking from him. Jaw slack, practically droolin’ over how good you felt. It makes your pussy flutter, watching his eyes glaze over in pleasure.

He fucks you good, knowing which way to angle your hips to pull out those pretty sounds. Throat nearly raw from them crawling up. Your pretty tits bounce with each thrust, head falling back as he hits your cervix.

You’re ramblin’ words of praise, pleasure foggin’ your pretty head. Simon’s cock bullying its way in and out of your puffy hole. It’s euphoric, every inch bringing you closer to your peak. You can tell he’s close too, the sporadic jump of his hips against your ass. He pulls you flush for a moment, stilling as he grabs your jaw, pulling you down to kiss you messily.

Tongue prying your lips apart as he licks inside, wanting to devour you whole. Simon’s hips stutter again before he pulls back, slamming back in as he bites down on your lip. You clench around his cock, gasping as pleasure overtakes you once again.

It burns, but burns so good, nerves overstimulated with another orgasm. Your muscles squeeeeze taught, tremblin’ with overexertion. Arms shaking, you fall against Simon’s chest. His own wrap around your waist, holding you close as he fucks up into you - chasin’ his own pleasure.

You whine, the head of his cock slamming into your dripping cunt over and over until his hips finally still, pumpin’ you full of his come. Simon bites down on your shoulder, muffling his moans. You’re both panting, chests rising and falling in tandem.

Simon smoothes a hand over your back, patting softly as he slowly pulls out. Another whine crawls up your throat when he’s no longer inside. He sighs, tilting his head back against the tub again.

“God I missed you.”

You squeeze him tight.

“I know.”

[burreauxoxo]

people magazines new hollywood dads! - joe burrow

dad!joe x fem!reader

summary: in which, joe is featured in people magazines “new hollywood dads” section of the upcoming issue. take a look at how you two are handling bringing her home, the newborn stage, and the initial announcement!

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, babies, joe being a girl dad

word count: 2.9k

authors note: this is lightly inspired by the “hollywood dads” or even “hollywood moms” section in US Weekly’s magazine. i am not sure which issue i seen it in or if its a regular coverage topic, i just wanted to do my own twist on it which explains why i chose people magazine because it has a better ring to it haha.

let me know if you want the readers version for “hollywood moms” or even more about you two with baby girl!

divider below and pictures above are not mine! all credits go to the rightful owners!

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your guys’ baby girl sat in her swing next to you as it made figure-eight motions to keep her asleep. she was the perfect bundle of joy and she sat at just two weeks old. she was fragile like the porcelain that sat in the cabinets, tiny like the football her father threw for a living, and just as cute as the angel everyone called her. she was the definition of perfect in your eyes.

“people magazine wants to feature the baby and i this month. are we ready for that?” joe asks you over a cup of coffee as you two sat at the kitchen table, eating breakfast and admiring your baby while doing so.

she eats good, she sleeps like her father (for long durations), and her little smile she does in her sleep is worth melting over.

these tiny, personal details weighed against the idea of releasing her to the public eye.

this magazine would be in an archive for someone to look at over one hundred years from now. she very well could be a part of history. this magazine could sit in a random doctor’s office for years, maybe even taken home by a patient. her debut in a magazine was coming a lot sooner than you and joe both had anticipated.

“i think… as long as we keep her face out of the public eye for a while, you should be okay.” you suggest.

“it’s for their ‘new hollywood dads’ section so that’s their explanation for contacting us so early.” joe adds and you nod your head.

“maybe we should post something about her on instagram so we aren’t hard-launching her through a magazine.” you reason.

“we shouldn’t have to launch her at all. i wonder if we would have been able to pull off having her without saying anything.” joe shrugs.

“i don’t want her to grow up and think we wanted her to be a secret though.”

“yeah, it’s her privacy and safety. that’s all.”

“you know, i adore that you are respecting that and take it as a priority. you are already such a great father, so it doesn’t surprise me.” you say as joe stands up and walks around the table.

he stops right in front of her swing and squats down to be at her level; even though she’s sleeping.

“her cheeks are growing.” joe points out.

he runs his finger over her chubby cheek, letting the soft baby skin fulfill his touch.

“the more i feed her, the faster she is going to get all chunky.” you say and it makes joe laugh.

“at her rate, she’s going to have croissants for legs in no time.”

eventually, joe submitted one photo to the publisher. it was a simple one. baby girl was dressed in a plain white onesie and joe had her on his knee as he burped her.

he was also going to post the photo on instagram. even though joe was reluctant, he decided to share the moment.

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lahjay_10 making it big time man. much love 💪❤️

↳ joeyb_9 thanks man ❤️

teehiggins someone’s been busy…

↳ joeyb_9 and someone has too much time on their hands…

y/n.burrow baby daddy is baby daddy-ing 😩

↳ joeyb_9 relax…

fanpage.one WHAT

fanpage.two SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

user.five didn’t even know he was married, let alone a father. congrats burrow!

gkittle sending our love to you! congrats dude!

↳ joeyb_9 thanks man, stay healthy this season!

justinherbert congratulations man!

user.four now go win a ring to complete the collection!

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it’s been a dream for joe to be able to see not only your progress throughout this journey, but his mental progress as well.

you had your baby girl during the off season which you thanked any lord above for. the last thing you wanted as soon as you seen those two pink lines was for joe to be gone, leading to this possibility of him missing the whole labor and delivery process. but he was with you for the last couple weeks of pregnancy and the moment you realized you were in labor.

no emergency calls to anyone while he was out playing on the field, indicating that he needed to put the ball in the backup quarterbacks hands as he flew home as fast as he could. it would have been a race to see who got there first; joe or the baby.

none of that needed to happen though. he was there to line newborn sized diapers into the babies changing table that stood proudly in her nursery. he sat in the living room with you as you watched movies and folded baby clothes, each of you holding up various outfits and saying “i can’t wait for her to wear this!” throughout these last couple weeks, a major revelation was unfolding in joe’s head.

this wasn’t something small you two were preparing for. yeah, baby girl was small weight and height wise. but in the grand scheme of things, she was about to become his whole world; and that took some preparation.

as soon as he heard her first cry, his tears started flowing. as he sat there, holding her skin-to-skin while you took your first nap after many hours of labor, he felt a love he had never felt before. it made his chest tighten and he was unable to explain just how happy he was.

when he helped you load her into her car seat, a little bundle all scrunched up in a big mechanism compared to her size, he realized just how fragile she was. yeah, he was petrified the first time he changed her diaper, but there was something different. this car seat was going to instill her safety while they were in the car; everything needed to be placed and clicked-in correctly.

as you were discharged from the hospital, you were dressed in a black button-down pajama set, joe was wearing his blue seinfeld pants with a white hoodie, and baby girl was wearing a pink, knitted onesie with her name sewn on the front of it. she also wore some white, knitted socks to match.

you were ready to go home as you were sick of the hospital setting. you were excited to be bringing her home, you knew being home was where everyone was meant to be.

jim and robin were there to greet you. it was a bit later in the day and robin knew you were going to be hungry after the events of the last couple days. with that being said, she had dinner ready and set out. she had gotten a text from her son saying that they were getting ready to be discharged from the hospital and would be on their way home soon. as soon as robin got the text, she put all the food in the oven or on the stove to heat up.

she had also placed a small basket of necessities for a new mom on the couch where she knew you would be during parts of your resting period.

joe was quick to shut the car off and circle around the car to help you out. you sat in the back with the new baby. as you grabbed one of his hands, his other hand went to your back to help stabilize you.

“you want to grab her?” you ask.

“yeah, i’ll get her.”

joe had the most practice with the car seat and you were drained, you didn’t feel like fighting with it at that exact moment.

the door was already unlocked when you approached it. as soon as you opened it, the most delicious smell filled the air. joe was right behind you, car seat with baby girl sleeping in it in hand.

“hi, you two!” robin says kind of quietly.

you met robin with a hug.

“i’m so proud of you! you did it!” she says and kisses your forehead. you were the daughter she never had and she was like your second mom; even before you and joe got married. while your parents were states away, she was there to temporarily fill that missing place in your heart and she loved doing so.

joe then steps in and turns the car seat so his parents could take their first looks at the baby.

“oh my gosh, she looks just like you.” robin says as she looks up to her son.

“her features will change and that was a whole topic we discussed in the hospital.” joe says as he looks over at you.

“i was a little sad because she really looks like i had no part in making her but, i’ve come to terms with the fact that her and her father are just perfect so how could i be mad?” you say and robin laughs.

“let’s get you to the couch and we will plate you up some dinner.” jim says as he helps guide you to the living room.

joe walks with you to the living room, setting the car seat on the ottoman that sat in front of you. he reaches in and carefully clicks the button to release the straps that were holding your daughter in. really slowly and extremely careful, he took her out of the car seat and handed her to you.

“feeding time, right?” he asks and you look at your watch.

“right on time.” you smile up at your husband.

“let me run out and get your bags and pillows, i’ll be back.” joe says and jogs back to the car.

“so, how are you feeling?” robin asks as she sits a couple spots down on the couch.

“a bit tired, sore of course. otherwise, i think really good.” you say and she smiles.

“was he a good help for you while you were in labor? i know he isn’t exactly the best in fast and serious situations like that. on the field, yes. otherwise, maybe not.” robin jokes about her son.

“he was great. he was there if i needed water or a hand to squeeze. i couldn’t have asked for a better person to go through this with.” you say and robin smiles.

“what was her weight? she’s so tiny.” jim asks.

“seven pounds, nine ounces and she’s eighteen inches long.” you say as joe comes back into the house.

“she’s a tiny thing, isn’t she?” joe says.

“she’s not even a ten pound weight!” jim says.

once baby girl had eaten, you tested out her swing for the first time while you two ate. you knew that you had a couple minutes between feedings and diaper changes to eat so you took advantage of it.

but the second joe noticed that she was squirming, sticking her tongue out, and slowly blinking her eyes, she was awake and awaiting a change. he wanted her in something warmer now so he let you eat while he took her up to her nursery for the first time to change her.

“here you are baby girl, this is your room.” he whispers to her as he tries his best to show her around. her eyes are trying to take in everything as they slowly open and close. she was making a squeaky, grunting noise as joe talked to her. whether she was making a mess of her diaper or she was just making noises, joe knew she was still the cutest little thing he’d ever seen.

joe lies her down on the changing table and makes sure she is okay on it. he leans down to grab a diaper and a pack of wipes, cracking open a brand new pack.

while taking off her onesie, he is careful of her slowly shriveling umbilical cord.

“you’re going to be cold for a second but i’ll warm you back up as soon as i can, i promise.” joe says as he is focusing on being as careful as possible.

his suspicions on her noises earlier were correct. that’s what happens when you feed a baby though.

eventually, joe cleans her up perfectly and gets her dressed in a pink, long-sleeved onesie that had tiny purple flowers covering it. he grabbed a tiny pair of purple pants to match and he slides them on her. stepping over to a different section on the changing table, he grabs a swaddle and swaddles her.

he admired the work he has officially done all on his own for the first time and smiles.

“all done my little girl.” joe says and picks her up and holds her close to him.

he turns the light off and closes the door behind him. making his way down stairs, his mom was there to check on him.

“everything go okay?” she asks.

“couldn’t have been better.” joe says with a smile.

“she hasn’t cried once since being home.” robin says as she watches her son as he slowly descends the stairs.

“i think we’ve only heard her cry like four times these last couple days.” you say and robin looks in your direction.

“were you an easy baby? this one here cried any chance he got, even if he was just bored.” jim says.

“i’m not too sure. i never heard much of me being trouble but hey, you never know.” you say and he laughs.

“can i hold her?” robin finally asks as joe was now on flat ground and not paranoid of flying down the stairs with a newborn in his arms.

“of course. all i ask is for anyone who holds her, is to wash their hands before they touch her.” you say and robin immediately agrees.

“got it.” robin says and goes to the kitchen to wash her hands.

she was there for a good second, thoroughly washing her hands. behind her stood jim who was also ready to wash his hands.

this was how the next couple days went. lots of handwashing, lots of cuddling, plenty of naps, and tons of help from joe’s parents.

“we did the same when the other grand-babies were born, it’s only right to continue the tradition.” jim says as they were packing up their things to let the new parents enjoy themselves.

reality really hit when baby girl was experiencing her first bout of gas. you and joe came to conclusion that her burping sessions needed to be longer and if that wasn’t helping, then they needed to speak to her pediatrician. they had an appointment coming up soon anyways.

but when joe had pulled a tip from one of the many books he read, they started feeding her at a different angle and thoroughly burping her, then massaging her stomach. the gas worries soon slipped away and she was relaxed any time either one of you did the routine with her.

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bengals what size does she want her jersey in?

↳ joeyb_9 0-3 months is her go to. she might want it baggy though so maybe 3-6

↳ bengals new baby jerseys on the way 🫡

y/n.burrow baby fingers! 🥲

user.nine is that lyrics from “little bird” 😭

↳user.twelve OMG I THINK IT IS

lahjay_10 i think she should be our team captain the way she screams at certain plays

↳ joeyb_9 you’re right, i’m booking an appointment with the front office right now

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GIRL TALK!

>>> With this being his first born, Joe Burrow, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals, was even more excited to welcome in the new family member once him and his wife found out they were having a little girl.

Burrow’s wife, Y/N Burrow, was the first one to announce the news through an Instagram post of the two holding up a miniature version of her husbands jersey. She captioned the post, ‘The Cincinnati Bengals select… Baby Girl Burrow, due in 2026, Newborn University.”

We sat down with Burrow himself to ask him some adorable questions about their new addition!

Q: What is your favorite memory from the last few weeks?

A: “Probably bringing her home. It made the whole journey feel real. The feeling of having her home is very special and the joy between all three of us is immense.”

Q: How has the team adapted to you bringing on a new member?

A: “They all love her and I am so thankful that she has the chance to experience such a unique type of love from them. She is definitely a key to our motivation and a special type of thanks to those who find her screaming cute- she’s definitely a talkative baby.”

Q: Would you want her playing sports like you did growing up? If so, which sport would best suit her?

A: “Maybe. Only if she wants to. I think the social aspect would be good for her as it is for anyone else. I see her playing some basketball. if she picks up my height and her mom’s precision, we might just have a star on our hands. even if she doesn’t play any sports, she’s still a star in our eyes.”

Q: Lastly, if you were in need of a babysitter so you and your wife could go baby-free for the night, who would you call first?

A: “Probably Ja’Marr. He has that instinct and experience. If he’s busy or even going out with us, then probably Mike or Trey. If we need to, I’d call Tee and they can “Three Men and a Baby” it for the night.”

i feel like joe would be way more self kept when it comes to big things like having a baby so this is way out of the norm lol. i still thought the idea was cute and if you want a part two for the readers version, just let me know :)