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little-diable · 10 months ago

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Afraid - Dean Winchester (smut)

Y'all asked for some jealous!posessive!Dean, so who am I to deny that wish? I came across a Dean edit paired with the song "Afraid" by The Neighbourhood, I guess that set the mood. Honestly, it's just pwp, but I ain't sorry. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean is tired of watching men trying to chat (y/n) up wherever the brothers take her. Dean is tired of faking his disinterest in the reader. Dean is tired of holding back.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, choking, oral (m), car sex, but some fluff and a love confession

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (2.2k words)

The sound of her boots meeting the ground was drowned out by the music echoing through the bar and the chatter filling the air. She was working on the adrenaline still thumping through her veins, riled up by the hunt Dean and her had just finished, wiping their weapons clean before they found their way to this very bar, ready for some distraction before they left this town in the morning.

With a bright – yet awfully fake – smile glued to her lips, (y/n) made her way to the bartender, studying the man who was focused on the drinks he kept preparing. She was too concentrated on the game she was about to play with the guy, all too used to these moments, to notice the eyes of some other men on her frame, intently studying the woman’s body.

“Hi.” Her soft voice forced the bartender’s grey eyes to find hers, grinning at the smiling woman. He was handsome, with his bright, stormy eyes and the black hair he had gelled back, yet he was nowhere near as handsome as the green-eyed hunter she had been friends with for years by now. Dean fucking Winchester, the man who had an awfully confusing grasp on her body and soul, holding her heart in his hands, crushing it whenever he turned from her to find shelter in another woman’s bed.

“Hi, darlin’. What can I get for you?” Before (y/n) could speak her and Dean’s order, an unfamiliar voice spoke up from behind her.

“Give the lovely woman a few shots it’s on me.” Slowly (y/n) turned towards the man, eyes finding his greedy ones, trying to keep her disgust from finding its way to her features. A soft chuckle left her, hoping to distract the man for a few seconds, while she figured out a way out of this situation.

“Mhm, thank you, that’s very sweet.” (Y/n) tried to turn away from him, though without any luck, stopped by the hand finding its way to her waist.

“Not so fast, pretty. At least tell me your name.” A groan threatened to claw through (y/n), eyes fluttering in annoyance the man clearly mistook for shy flattery, making the smirk he wore on his thin lips grow.

“It’s Mandy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my friend is waiting for me.” The man’s hand didn’t move, tightening its grip on her waist. With her lips forming a snarl, (y/n) was hellbent on fighting her way out of this, it wasn’t the first time a man tried to chat her up against her will, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last, all too used to these uncomfortable situations. Though while her mind raced to find a snarky reply, she was gently though determinedly pulled away from the man.

“Hey, I was talking to her!” Her mind didn’t get the chance to concentrate on the man’s loud voice, distracted by the all-too-familiar scent forcing its way up her nose. For a second (y/n) allowed her eyes to flutter close, relaxing in Dean’s possessive grasp, concentrating on his scent, of the feeling of his muscles pressing against her frame, wordlessly telling her that he wouldn’t let her go.

“Well, now she’s done talking to you. Let’s go, baby, I want to get out of here.” The man got no chance to protest, forced to watch Dean guide (y/n) through the crowd and out into the cold evening. She inhaled a few breaths, wrapping her arms around herself the second Dean let go of her, searching the distance between them.

“Not that I don’t appreciate your help, but I would have managed just fine on my own, Dean.” He was walking a few steps ahead of her, coming to an abrupt stop the second she spoke the words. Dean turned towards her with dark eyes, features pulled into a hard frown, looking at (y/n) as if she was a supernatural being he was about to kill.

“I’m so fucking sick and tired of watching these men get their hands on you. Do you even know what seeing that does to me?” Dean’s voice carried an unfamiliar kind of anger, dripping with possessiveness, with jealousy. Her heart started racing in her chest, forcing heat to rise to her face, wondering where this was coming from. (Y/n) kept her gaze focused on Dean, eyebrows furrowed together as the seconds kept ticking by, trying to figure out what was going on inside his mind. “You know what, forget it.”

“Absolutely not. Talk to me, Dean, where is this coming from?” She reached for his hand before he could try to start walking once again, eyes drawn to hers like a moth drawn to any source of light. (Y/n) could tell that he was fighting an inner battle, tongue kissing his teeth, fingers forcing themselves closer to hers, interlacing them with his.

“I,” a deep, almost defeated exhale left Dean, wondering how to put his thoughts into words. But the second the sound of somebody stepping out of the bar found its way to the two, it was as if he was lured out of his trance, letting go of (y/n). “I can’t do this, not here.”

Dean started walking towards Baby without looking back, growling something under his breath (y/n) couldn’t pick up. With determination guiding her, she jogged towards him, forcing him to a halt in front of Baby once again, murmuring his name. The last thing she heard before Dean turned towards her, reaching for (y/n) to press her against Baby, was an angry “Fuck it” leaving the tall man.

Her gasp was swallowed by his lips finding hers, kissing her hungrily as if they had been parted from one another for years, dreaming of their shared kisses, clinging to bits and pieces of their memories. Both moaned in unison, allowing their tongues to meet, turning the kiss even more heated.

Slowly he parted from her, allowing the both of them to catch their breaths. His cold hands found their way to her warm cheeks, thumb stroking along her swollen lips as he pondered over his words. (Y/n) struggled to concentrate on anything but his touch, taken up by the feeling she had been desperate to feel for years, wondering if and how Dean would touch her.

“You’re mine, you always have been, and you always will be. I won’t share you, just the thought of it makes me sick.” Dean’s growled words shot heat to her core, walls clenching around nothing. Wordlessly she pulled him down for another kiss, needing to feel him close once again, not fully trusting that this wasn’t just a trick of her imagination. Dean pressed her even further against Baby, keeping her trapped to make her feel every inch of his body, groaning the second his growing bulge came in contact with her desperate heat. “Do you feel what you do to me? I should fuck you right here, for them to see that you’re mine, mine only.”

A whimper left (y/n) at his words, drawing a dangerous chuckle from Dean as he let go of her, giving her just enough space to find her way to the passenger seat. Her eyes didn’t dare part from his features, trying to soak up every second. She couldn’t stop her grin from widening as her hands began to move, finding his thigh before Dean could catch up on what she was trying to do. He shot her a warning look, teeth nibbling on his lower lip, but her hands kept moving, finding their way to his crotch, feeling his hardening cock strain against the fabric of his washed-out jeans.

“Sweetheart,” Dean choked on the word, struggling to keep his eyes focused on the road. (Y/n) didn’t speak up, she began to shift in her seat, leaning towards him to free his growing cock from the confines of his clothes. The groan that left Dean filled her with giddiness, spitting into her palms before she touched him for the first time, slowly stroking him. “Fuck, feels so good, been dreaming of this.”

Her soft chuckles forced a grin to widen on Dean’s lips, freezing the second he felt her warm breath clashing against his soft skin. Without another warning, she parted her lips, spitting onto his tip before she took him in her mouth. The groan that left Dean echoed through Baby, a sound that forced (y/n) to hum around him, making the sound vibrate on his skin.

Even though Dean tried to concentrate on the dark road ahead, he felt his concentration slipping, parking Baby on the side of the road before (y/n) realised what he was doing. With one hand getting tangled in her hair, Dean roughly pulled her off his cock and back in for a teeth-clashing kiss.

“Get in the backseat, I need to fuck you now.” The rough tone of Dean’s voice left (y/n) moaning, struggling to make her way to the backseat with her thoughts focused on the things Dean would do to her. He didn’t waste any time the second she found him hovering over her, hands pulling on her trousers and panties to expose her dripping cunt, groaning at the sight.

His calloused fingers touched her expertly, circling her pulsing bundle with just enough pressure to push her into another dimension. Within seconds Dean had turned her into a blabbering mess, choking on her words as he pushed two fingers into her tightness. He didn’t hold back, kept her pinned to the leather seat with his free hand finding her throat.

“You’re mine, your body belongs to me from now on.” For years she had imagined moments like this, wondering if she’d ever be fortunate enough to feel him this close, wondering how it must feel to have his hands on her. She could stay buried beneath him till the end of their time, allowing Dean to touch her as he pleased.

“Dean,” she whispered his name, unable to use any more strength with his hand choking her just the way she liked. “Fuck me, please.”

Dean stared down at her for a few seconds, nodding his head as he pulled away, reaching for his wallet to pull out a condom. Within moments he placed himself on top of (y/n), aligning his tip with her cunt. With their eyes holding contact, he pushed into her, groaning at the feeling of her walls fluttering around him.

Her lips parted at the feeling of Dean slowly pushing into her, allowing (y/n) to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. Dean stared down at her, eyes growing a few shades darker at the sight of her pleasure drunken features, finding excitement in her moans. Only as she nodded her head, teeth buried in her lower lip, did he start a faster rhythm, set on pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Dean, feels so good.” One of his hands found its way back to her throat, holding onto her as he fucked her faster, deeper, set on making her remember this very night till their last moment together. The Impala moved with his every thrust, keeping them protected from any dangers waiting out in the dark, allowing the two lovers to give in to their every emotion.

“Been imagining this for years, but you feel even better than I thought, fuck, it’s like you were made for me, sweetheart.” (Y/n) couldn’t reply, could only clench around him with her eyes squeezed shut and her fingernails leaving crescent shapes on his neck. She held onto him as if he was about to disappear, about to leave her behind – even though she very well knew that Dean would never let go of her, forever holding her close.

The second Dean tightened his grip on her throat, she found herself looking up at him, allowing heat to rise in her system as she picked up on the love swimming in his pupils. Dean tilted his head down to press a kiss to her lips, momentarily distracting her from the feeling of his cock nudging her swollen spot, leaving her body tingling.

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” The simple command rolled off Dean’s tongue, filling the Impala with another wave of heat to crawl up her body. With one arm slung around his neck, the other found its way down her frame, fingers rubbing her clit. Dean could swear that he was finally in heaven, that he had finally found his peace with her buried beneath him, finally his to love.

(Y/n) could only whisper Dean’s name, eyes once again falling shut as she came. He fucked her through her high, staring down at her with his lips pulled into a smirk. It took Dean a few more moments before he gave in, letting a string of curses roll off his tongue.

“I love you, sweetheart.” His words made tears well up in (y/n)’s eyes, pulling him down for one last kiss before she repeated the three loving words.

#Dean Winchester smut #Dean Winchester x reader #Dean Winchester imagine #supernatural smut

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kiaratheartist · 1 month ago

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Sova time is Odin time.

DEFINITELY a legendary brawler. His main attack are his shock darts (Q) the longer you hold his attack, the more his arrows will bounce (2 maximum) His super would be Hunter's Fury (X) which is similar as Mandy's except he does it 3 times, LMAOO.

#fanart #brawl stars #brawl stars fanart #brawl stars concept #valorant #brawlorant #valorant fanart #valorant sova

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saintmagx · 1 year ago

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I Knew you were Trouble ❤️‍🔥

In which y/n joins the WWE as a female competitor and is thrown into the crazy world of the Usos. Friendship, love , betrayal and mutual pining awaits.

AN: Literally making this for myself, might publish more of it, might not - enjoy I guess? 😳😂

in this reality, Trinity is still with WWE

Pairing: Jimmy uso x reader, Jey uso x reader (platonic)

w/c: 766

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves) ⚠️

I was in your sights, you got me alone, you found me❤️‍🔥

“And the challenger, being accompanied by the Usos, from y/h/t, y/r/n”

I was on top of the world. My life couldn’t be much better. I had my boys walking me down to the ring to face off against Charlotte for the Woman’s championship. I had been busting my ass for the past 8 months and finally earned my shot at the title. Nothing could ruin this moment for me - right?

“What the - ”

THUD

Then there was darkness.

Ok, so we may be getting a little bit ahead of ourselves, let’s take it back to 8 months ago, when it was your first day on Smackdown.

8 months ago

I was finally getting my opportunity after years of busting my ass in the independent circuit. I guess you could say I had made a name for myself and the WWE just had to have me.

Tonight I was making my debut on Smackdown, I was teaming up with Naomi to face off against Carmella and Mandy Rose. Carmella and Mandy where the current Woman’s tag team champions and Naomi had been teaming with Natalya - however she had been injured and I was asked to step in. This match could make or break me - I HAD to impress.

Standing backstage doing my pre-match stretched I’m broken from my trance

“Hey girl, I’m honestly so excited to be partnering with you tonight”

“Trinity hey, honestly same - though I’m a little disappointed we have to lose the match.”

“Yeah it bummed me out abit too at first, but all we have to do is put on one hell of a show”

“Good luck tonight baby” my eyes switch from Trinity to the handsome as hell man who approached her. His smile was infections, enough to make me weak at the knees. Wait…..baby?

“Y/n, this is my husband Jon, Jon this is y/n”

As if time stopped, his attention was on me, I could feel his eyes bore into me, slowly dragging up my body, my cheeks HAD to be red, oh god please don’t let anyone notice. Jon smirked at me - safe to say he noticed.

“Pleasure to meet you y/n”

Before I could reply, another equally as handsome man joined his side.

“Josh, this is y/n, y/n this is Josh, Jon's brother” Trinity said as she was stretching out for our match.

“I’m the handsome brother” Josh says, with a wink

“You do remember we are twins right?” Jon retorts

“Obviously uce, but I’m still the better looking brother”

Josh stood there with a shit eating grin plastered on his face. He had ruffled his brothers feathers once more and he was proud of himself.

These boy are going to be trouble.

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Our match was set up for us to lose, but we put on one hell of a show - main event material. Back at the gorilla Hunter were there to chat with me after my debut.

“Think of the bigger picture y/n” Hunter says

“You can’t always win. Remember when you go through that curtain you are telling a story, selling it with you matches and promos. Anyway, this sets it up perfectly for you guys to go for the titles”

“What?” I look up at him in disbelief

“The titles?”

“Y/n your hard work and determination shows off. The tag titles is a fantastic opportunity to kick start your time here.”

Not really sure what came over me but next thing I knew I had my arms wrapped around hunter squeezing him tight.

“You have no idea how much this means to me, thank you, thank you, thank you - I won’t let you down”

“You deserve it kid, now go show everyone what you are made of”

Leaving the gorilla my eyes glance to Trinity and the boys walking towards catering.

“TRIN DID YOU HEAR” I scream, jumping her from behind.

“HUNTER IS GIVING US THE TAG TITLES”

“What?”

A twinge of jealousy spreads across me as I watch Jon dip his head down and place a kiss on Trinity's forehead - wait, I shouldn’t even be feeling like this - I give myself a shake and turn my attention to Josh.

“We have to celebrate”

“Josh, we haven’t actually won the titles yet, let’s save the celebrations till then huh?” I laugh

“Wait that’s a great idea, let’s do drinks, come on y/n let’s go get ready” Trin says as she drags me off.

Guess we are celebrating tonight.

If I’d have know how the night would turn out, I’d have headed straight back to the hotel.

#jimmy uso x reader #jimmy uso fanfiction #jimmy uso smut #wwe fanfiction #wwe #wwe x reader

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amethystmoonsims · 2 years ago

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Mandy and Hunter ❤️ @ushapixels

#ts4 #amethystmoonsims #sims 4 #ts4 simblr #the sims 4 #blender render #sims 4 simblr #sims 4 render #ushapixels #oc: Mandy Ridley #Hunter Jones #Mandy x Hunter

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ushapixels · 1 year ago

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Mandy and Hunter :3

@amethystmoonsims

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 simblr #blender render #sims 4 render #ts4 blender render #Mandy #Hunter #Mandy x Hunter

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overly-dramatic-artist · 7 months ago

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☀️ When the Sun goes down ☀️

#Wild West au #sun x reader #sundrop #sundrop x reader #dca #dca x reader #cowboy sun #bounty hunter sun #fnaf au #fnaf #mandys drawings

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slutouttanowhere · 1 month ago

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Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Desiree Simons (oc) ™️

warnings: public sex, unprotected sex, toxic work environment, and harassment.

authors note: linked to the title is a song that helped me write this chapter. Hope y’all enjoy, follow for more, masterlist is pinned ❤️

Chapter 5: Whiskey Blues

They say behind every great man, is an even greater, and stronger woman. Desiree Simons is both, she’s been by Drew’s side throughout the drama, and she has no intention of moving. It’s been a hell of a week after that clip of Drew and Mandy getting drunkenly married in Vegas went viral on all social platforms. “I don’t think it’s a good idea that you have any matches with Mandy Rose, it’ll only fuel the situation more Desiree.” Hunter tried to reason with her, but she was far beyond that. Drew’s lawyers heavily advised her not to engage with Many in a non-working environment, or she might counter sue for aggravated assault since Desiree already put hands on Mandy once.

“That’s exactly what we should do, that bitch took advantage of him, and I’m not gonna take that shit lying down! He may be respectful enough to not say anything, but I sure the fuck will.” Desiree’s voice bounced off the walls of Hunter’s office in HQ, Drew was sitting quietly next to her in a chair deep in thought, and his lawyer stood near the door. The tension was intense, mostly because Desiree didn’t hold back on her opinions, nor did she sugar coat her words.

Hunter took his glasses off, and threw them down on his desk, “listen I understand you wanting to protect Drew, but this could blow up in all of our faces if you’re not careful. I think the two of you should take some more time off–

“Hiding us from the world isn’t going to make any of this go away either!” Hunter’s gaze flickered over to Drew looking for help, but the vacant expression on his face held no answers. When he turned back to Desiree he’s met with a defiant expression, she wasn’t backing down, and he was tired of arguing. Drew, his lawyer Neigel Thomas, and Desiree have been in his office since 8:30 am. It’s now nearly noon, and she’s been doing most of the talking; Drew only talking when directly prompted, only giving hushed ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers. He’s been brooding since last weekend, and his mood showed no sign of changing. The only time he’s visibly breathing is when he’s alone with Desiree, but when he was on the phone talking to his baby brother he held it together not wanting him to worry.

Drew mainly kept his feelings to himself during this whole ordeal, if he wanted to talk about it, Desiree gave him the space too, but never pushed him. “I just want to move on.” His deep voice filled the room, the first time he’s said more than one word in days. Hunter noticed the way Desiree visibly softened in response, he never knew she was such a piece of work; she’s a fierce lover, and that’s something someone like Drew McIntyre needed. It’s something all men need. He didn't remember her being all that outspoken as a child though, then again, Shawn was more so her favorite now that he recalls it.

Neigel pushed himself off the wall he leaned on, his Irish accent thick, but understandable as he took time to articulate. “If I may propose, Drew’s storyline moves forward. I highly doubt he wants to get intertwined with the women’s business on tv.” Neigel paused waiting for objections, but when there were none he continued. “However, that doesn’t mean Desiree couldn’t be in a storyline with her, now the fans aren’t fools they all saw the same thing we did. I’m not sure how you could spin that, but that’s why you’re the man in charge right Paul?”

Hunter grunted in response, he really didn’t like the way things seemed to be heading, but it seems like the only choice he was being given. It was times like this he wished Stephanie was still around. “That takes away from Desiree’s chase to the title, if anything that’s gonna detour her, Becky and I both stuck our necks out for her to be the next champion by wrestle mania.” That was entirely true, Becky has been holding on to her story with Desiree for the year she’s been gone. She’s taken losses, and has agreed to less tv time till the legacy kid returned, now she’s saying she doesn’t want it?

She knew Hunter was right, he couldn’t just stiff Becky with the bill, she’d have to make it worth while by going to WrestleMania. But that bitch gotta pay what she did to my baby. Desiree thought to herself, she looked over at Drew, but his eyes was towards the open window. “Hunter I swear to god, if that caked face, bitch gets in my way—

“She’s been put on house shows for a while, you won’t have to worry about seeing her. Or more like I don’t have to worry about being pulled into your drama.”

Desiree couldn’t believe the accusations, “what? I—

“Drop it please.” Again Drew’s voice cut through her tension and easily softening her, Hunter watched with amusement.

“Yeah, try not to separate anymore, the two of you need each other.” Hunter shook his head, then dismissed them, but before Drew could get both feet over the threshold he, “Except you Drew, if you could detach yourself from Desiree for a moment.” He said bluntly, the dry humor in his tone

“He looked back at his partner, they exchanged a reassuring gaze before they parted, Desieee hung back with Neigel. Of course he counciled her on how to not murder her co worker.

“I’ll keep this short.” Hunter started, Drew didn’t sit, and as he looked up at the younger man before him, Hunters never been happier he’s retired. He knew all about the fights, and arguments Drew has gotten into, guys getting heated back stage it’s nothing new to under the sun. The reason however, is something Hunter’s never personally witnessed. “Make sure you marry the right girl next time.”

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Later that day, Drew and Desiree walked into the arena hand in hand. Her ego big enough for the both of them, things were set up so Drew didn’t have to talk to anyone unless he had to, so he requested that he and Desiree have their own private room. From the corner of his eye he could see Mandy, and Paige standing off to the side laughing like hyenas, once their gaze landed on us they quieted down. Desiree didn't seem to notice, he didn't draw her attention to them, instead he sent a subtle message by bringing their intertwined hands up to his lips and kissing her hand. Desiree looked up at Drew with a soft loving gaze, I owe this woman my life. He thought to himself, he wouldn't have blamed her if she decided to break things off permanently, but she decided to be with him. They didn't really make much time to talk about what was happening, they’ve just been trying to do recon since last week.

He held the door open for her, his eyes watched her, a playful twinkle in his eyes that she hadn't seen in a little while. “How you feelin?” She asked once Drew took a seat on a bench in front of empty cubby spaces, he grunted, then patted his thigh. Without hesitation she came to him, and stood between his legs, and rested her butt on his thigh. His long arms enveloped her, his gaze on her held something she couldn't quite identify, his mixed emotions didn't make her feel great. She understood Drew always had a whirlwind of thoughts in his mind, and it was usually hard to quiet them.

“I think I’ll be okay, once I get over the immense amount of guilt I feel for this whole thing, and before you say anything, I intend on making all this shite up to you.” His fingers caressed the uncovered skin of her waist line, her own hands slid up from his shoulders to hold his face in her hands. His strikingly gorgeous blue eyes looking more like ocean waves as a sense of affection washed over him, it would take just as long for Drew to forgive himself as it took for Desiree too.

She pressed her sweet flavored lips to his, he didn't want to separate, they haven't had not one moment of intimacy, and now that he had finally pulled himself into the present, the desire for her was hitting him like a tsunami. Drew stood up abruptly, then lifted Desiree into his arms, her thighs wrapping around his waist, his hands lowered to her ass gripping her over the denim material wishing he could rip it off her. “Fuck I wish you could fill you up right now, you have no idea.” Drew’s growl mixed with a needy moan, the thoughts Desiree was having in her head was probably a bad idea, but there's a lock on the door. She thought naughtily, quickly she slid down out of his arms, his curious gaze watched as she went over to the door, and twisted the lock soundlessly. Then she slowly turned back to him, the grin on his lips is something she would have paid money to see a week ago, “hope nobody comes knocking.” She giggled as she hopped back into his arms, he caught her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing. With one hand he held onto her, and with the other he undid his belt and jeans. He didn't waste any time getting his jeans, and briefs down, Desiree could feel the tip of him pressing against her ass over her shorts.

“I missed you being inside me.” She whispered right in his ear, her lips caressing him, followed by a gentle kiss. He eagerly undid her shorts, she was able to work them off her legs without separating from him, the second he felt her heat he groaned. He rubbed his tip against her needy cunt, he pushed into her, and the way she immediately squeezed around him. “Drew.” The sound of the love of his life moaning his name, like she had an ache and only he could soothe her. Their lips tangled together in a heated kiss, his tongue caressed hers, and pushed as deeply into her mouth as possible. He wanted to invade her personal space as much as humanly possible, he wanted to still taste her on his lips as she did his promos tonight.

His hand gripped around his shaft expertly guiding himself deeper, this wasn't an ideal angle, so he didn't wanna hurt her. “I know, I got you Princess, but you gotta quiet down a little.” He hushed her, his deep melodic voice did calm her, but his girth made it hard for her to hold it in. Drew let out a long breath, that ended in a deep, animalistic growl, he was the one who really had trouble holding back. Drew leaned his back against the wall, with eases he lifted her up and down off him like she was nothing but another set of weights. Desiree insulted her head into his neck, every cry, and naughty confession in his ear brought him closer to the edge. He felt the way she throbbed, and he knew they were both so close. Drew had lifted her all the way to the tip, and roughly pounded back into her over, and over. She was too speechless to make a sound when she gushed all over Drew, he was seconds behind her, his hot thick, creamy cum shooting into her. Their breathing heavy, and ragged like they had just ran a mile, though Drew did most of the work. He wasnt complaining

“I have baby wipes in my overnight bag.” She said tiredly, she pointed over to where he stat their things in one of the many unoccupied cubbies. After sifting through the many beauty products he finally found what he needed, ever so the gentleman he whipped her down first, he accidentally made a mess down her thighs as he pulled out. She reached up to kiss him again, but the way his eyes unintentionally galred at her caused her to pause.

“Unless you wanna eat cum for breakfast, I suggest you calm it on all the kisses.” He warned her, he pointed a finger at her, something he often did when he meant business. His dark tone held promises she knew she couldn't handle at the moment, instead she swallowed thickly.

“Or, I can just go shower, and get changed for the night?” She laughed nervously.

Drew nodded his head, “smart girl.” He suddenly gained all the confidence back he thought he lost last week, he knew in his heart nothing would break his and Desiree’s future. His past would continue to haunt him if he gave it energy, as he sat deep in thought, Desiree came out of the showers, a ghost of steam followed her. There was a knock at the door, his expression fell flat, he didn’t care if it was boss man Triple H himself, he better had a good reason for interrupting.

Nevertheless, Drew got up to cross the room to the door, he unlocked it, ahd pulled it open. His annoyed expression deepened seeing who was on the other side of it. “Please leave me alone, or I’m gonna have to tell my girlfriend.” He said humorless and dry, he didn’t want to give her any indication that he was interested anymore.

Mandy somehow did find this amusing, she thought she had Drew, but she just didn’t know what was coming to her. He learned this past week that Desiree could be a firecracker when she had to be. “Awe, and Desiree is the one who fights your battles for you? Where is she now huh?”

Without another word he cracked the door open wider to reveal Desiree tucked underneath his arm, a fierce expression settled onto her face as if she'd take Mandy on right then and there. Mandy’s eyes flickered back to Drew who wore a smug expression, but he said nothing, the sight in front of her spoke for itself. “Didn't you see my little home video? How are you two still together?” And just like that she cracked, neither Desiree nor Drew would think it would be that easy.

Desiree stepped forward, though Drew still had a protective arm wrapped around her shoulder as she stood in front of him. “There’s just some love that’s too profound for words, but you can think on that as long as you need to.”

Drew’s heart skipped at her words, shock evident on his face, for some reason he hadn’t thought about it like that. He’s never had anyone make such a proclamation before, he always knew he loved Desiree, but perhaps their feelings for one another was something beyond that. Mandy, too shocked to speak, angrily stormed off, with a satisfactory grin, she turned back to Drew. She planned a kiss on his cheek and continued pulling her gear on. “All right, I’m already to go, I mean I gotta get make up done—

Drew cut her ramble off by cupping her beautiful face in his hands, and pressing his forehead to hers. Then he took her hand, placing it on his chest where his heart is, just like he did weeks ago the night of her return. “I never want to lose you.” Those piercing eyes of hers staring right into her soul, though she was fired up moments ago, he brought her back down to a quiet, calmness.

Desiree’s voice barely above a whisper she said, “and you never will.”

*tags: @slutfortheeclaymore @wwechristina87

#wwe fanfiction #drew mcintyre fanfiction #black!oc #drew mcintyre #—tokio

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red-black-aesthetic-bout · 2 years ago

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RED AND BLACK TOURNAMENT: ROUND ONE UNDERWAY

Polls will be released every hour throughout the day (10 am - 7 or 8 pm EST) for the next week

Submit character propaganda or descriptions at any time via ask box or reblogging

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About the poll, info, and guidelines

Round one matchups under the cut!!

Bracket 1

Ruby Rose (RWBY) vs. Vanitas (Kingdom Hearts)

Mello (Death Note) vs. Rhaenyra Targaryern (House of the Dragon)

Kuga Yuma (World Trigger) vs. Kiki (Kiki’s Delivery Service)

Clifford (Clifford the Big Red Dog) vs. Dracula (Castlevania)

Kai Satou (Your Turn to Die) vs. Ladybugs/Ladybirds (real life)

Zuko (Avatar: the Last Airbender) vs. Kuro (Katamari)

Kate (Shadows House) vs. The Cat (Ghost Trick)

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch (Marvel comics) vs. Red X (Teen Titans)

Elric of Melniboné (The Elric Saga/Michael Moorcock’s Eternal Champion Multiverse) vs. Naomi Armitage (Armitage the Third)

Alucard (Hellsing Ultimate) vs. Keith Kogane (Voltron: Legendary Defenders)

Lance (Sym Bionic Titan) vs. Panpeus (Gitaroo Man)

Six-Eared Macaque (Lego Monkie Kid) vs. Flick (Animal Crossing)

Watchdog (Jupiter-Men) vs. Crowley (Good Omens)

Eye of Sauron (Lord of the Rings) vs. Ylfa Snorgelsson (Dimension 20: Neverafter)

Razer (Jak X: Combat Racing) vs. Kieran Valentine (Monster High: Why Do Ghouls Fall In Love?)

Wei Wuxian (The Untamed/MDZS) vs. Giant Horse (Breath of the Wild)

Shadow the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs. Black Sonichu/Blake (CWC’s Sonichu)

Sailor Mars (Sailor Moon) vs. The Toy Soldier (The Mechanisms)

Ada Wong (Resident Evil) vs. Jack Spicer (Xiaolin Showdown)

Tophat (The Nightly Manor) vs. Marceline the Vampire Queen (Adventure Time)

Parr Family/The Incredibles (The Incredibles) vs. Pioneer 9 (17776 and 20020)

Guilmon (Digimon) vs. Julian Devorak (The Arcana)

Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney) vs. Sundancer (Worm - Parahumans)

HAL 9000 (2001: A Space Oddyssey) vs. Eas (Fresh Precure)

Harley Quinn (DC comics) vs. Itachi Uchiha (Naruto)

Scorpia (She-ra and the Princesses of Power) vs. Redcloak (Order of the Stick)

Scarlet Kingsnake (real life) vs. Hornet (Hollow Knight)

Maka Albarn (Soul Eater) vs. Toa Tahu (Bionicle)

Thorn (Scooby Doo and the Witch’s Ghost) vs. Litten (Pokémon)

Maned Wolf (real life) vs. Orko (He-Man)

Rebecca Rubin (American Girl Dolls) vs. Lucifer (Obey Me)

Death the Wolf/The Wolf/Lobo/Death etc. (Puss in Boots: the Last Wish) vs. Joker (Persona 5) Bracket 2

Miles Morales/Spiderman (Marvel comics) vs. Cynder (Spyro)

Edelgard von Hresvelg (Fire Emblem franchise) vs. Sanguine (The Elder Scrolls)

Artegor Nexus (Galactik Football) vs. Beidou (Genshin Impact)

Barb (Trolls) vs. Mao Mao (Mao Mao Heroes of Pure Heart)

Wrathion, the Black Prince (World of Warcraft) vs. Vox Akuma (Nijisanji En)

Romeo (Minecraft: Story Mode) vs. Hua Cheng (Heaven Official’s Blessing/TGCF)

Sharkface (Red vs. Blue) vs. Ashley (WarioWare)

Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego) vs. Beatrice (Umineko no Naku Koro ni)

Claire Stanfield/Felix Walken (Baccano!) vs. Deathgripper (How to Train your Dragon)

Default Mii Brawler (Super Smash Bros Ultimate) vs. Silver (Pokemon franchise)

Joui Jouki (Ordem Paranormal) vs. Banica Conchita (Evillious Chronicles)

Dreadking Rathalos (Monster Hunter Generations) vs. Black Widow Spider (real life)

Celestia Ludenberg (Danganronpa) vs. Gira/Kuwagata Ohger (Ohsama Sentai: King Ohger)

Garnet (Steven Universe) vs. Black Knight (Monty Python and the Holy Grail)

Scott Summers/Cyclops (X-men) vs. Heather Chandler (Heathers)

Lon (Sendokai champions) vs. Edward Elric (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Darth Maul (Star Wars) vs. Defective Turret (Portal 2)

Easthies (Witch Hat Atelier) vs. Grim (Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy)

Zagreus (Hades) vs. Freddy Kreuger (A Nightmare on Elm Street)

Black Rose Dragon (Yu-Gi-Oh!) vs. Marian Hawke (Dragon Age 2)

Michael Burnham (Stark Trek franchise) vs. Mapo Tofu (Food Fantasy)

Flapjack (The Owl House) vs. Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug)

Red-winged Blackbird (real life) vs. Pucca (Pucca)

Overblot Riddle (Twisted Wonderland) vs. Quattro Bajeena (Mobile Suit Gundam franchise)

Pyramid Head (Silent Hill) vs. Lord Hater (Wander Over Yonder)

Sigmund Sinclair (The Reckoning) vs. Vash the Stampede (Trigun 98/Trigun Maximum)

Ranma Saotome (Ranma ½) vs. Valerie Gray (Danny Phantom)

Mephone 4s (Inanimate Insanity) vs. Regina (Doki Doki Precure)

Mordecai Heller (Lackadaisy) vs. Sideswipe (Transformers G1)

Satan (Lil Nas X’s Montero music video, and also Christianity or something) vs. Zealot Carmainerose (Epic 7)

Zero (Code Geass) vs. Yor Briar (Spy x Family)

Vincent Valentine (Final Fantasy franchise) vs. Ryuko Matoi (Kill la Kill)

#polls #tournaments #tumblr polls #brackets #redblack tournament #round 1

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best-tv-theme-song · 1 year ago

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Round 1 is over, full results below!

Round 2 will start on Monday.

What are your most devastating losses this round?? Mine are Milo Murphy's Law, Gilmore Girls, That 70s Show, and Reba. (No respect around here for a single mom who works too hard who loves her kids and never stops)

Group A

The Addams Family vs. Fairy Tail

Sagwa, the Chinese Siamese Cat vs. Goosebumps

Wizards of Waverly Place (S1-3) vs. Ed, Edd n Eddy

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood vs. Only Murders in the Building

The Backyardigans vs. Downton Abbey

Naruto vs. The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

Dexter's Laboratory vs. Kenan & Kel

Parks and Recreation vs. Jujutsu Kaisen

Danny Phantom vs. Pippi Longstocking/Pippi Långstrump

My Life as a Teenage Robot vs. My Hero Academia

Sabrina the Teenage Witch vs. Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (S4-7)

Little Einsteins vs. The Benny Hill Show

Teletubbies vs. Ted Lasso

VeggieTales vs. Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Lizzie McGuire vs. The Proud Family

Steven Universe (Original Theme) vs. The A-Team

Group B

Doctor Who (New S1-2) vs. Charlie's Angels

Thomas & Friends vs. Bob's Burgers

Community vs. The Brady Bunch

Adventure Time vs. Ever After High

Seinfeld vs. Ranma ½

Batman vs. Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Monty Python's Flying Circus vs. One Piece (2023)

Friends vs. Rocko's Modern Life

Sesame Street (S1-23) vs. Saved by the Bell

Total Drama vs. Monk

Full House vs. Winx Club (We Are the Winx)

Looney Tunes vs. Murder, She Wrote

M*A*S*H vs. South Park

Pinky and the Brain vs. Happy Days

One Day at a Time (2017) vs. The Suite Life on Deck

Pokémon (Pokémon Theme) vs. The Andy Griffith Show

Group C

Gravity Falls vs. Milo Murphy's Law

Horrible Histories vs. Leverage

Neon Genesis Evangelion vs. Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers

The Simpsons vs. Samurai Jack

The Golden Girls vs. Wonder Pets!

Merlin vs. El Chavo del Ocho

Victorious vs. CSI: Miami

My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic vs. Smallville

Good Omens vs. Good Luck Charlie

House, M.D. vs. Pride and Prejudice

LazyTown vs. The Big Bang Theory

Bob the Builder vs. Wild Kratts

New Girl vs. Infinity Train

Arthur vs. I Love Lucy

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles vs. The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh

The X-Files vs. Pucca

Group D

The Fairly OddParents vs. X-Men: The Animated Series

Sherlock vs. Monster High

Spider-Man vs. Revolutionary Girl Utena

Orange Is the New Black vs. Hunter × Hunter

The Office vs. Angel: The Series

Law & Order (SVU) vs. Arcane: League of Legends

BoJack Horseman vs. Wonder Woman

Jeopardy! vs. Where in the World Is Carmen Sandiego?

The Suite Life of Zack and Cody vs. Taskmaster

Totally Spies! vs. Yellowjackets

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia vs. Ouran High School Host Club (Japanese)

Yuri on Ice vs. Samurai Champloo

Ducktales (1987) vs. Charmed

Mister Rogers' Neighborhood vs. Shaun the Sheep

How It's Made vs. Tokyo Ghoul

Scooby-Doo, Where Are You! vs. The Emperor's New School

Group E

Kim Possible vs. Once Upon a Time

The Great British Bake Off vs. The Legend of Vox Machina

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power vs. Gilmore Girls

Animaniacs vs. Pretty Little Liars

Zoboomafoo vs. Who Wants to Be a Millionaire

The Umbrella Academy vs. The Muppet Show

WandaVision (A Newlywed Couple/Ep 1) vs. NCIS

Reading Rainbow (1983-1999) vs. Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Hannah Montana (S1-2) vs. Gilligan's Island

The Mandalorian vs. Dragon Ball Z (Cha-La Head-Cha-La)

What We Do in the Shadows vs. Inspector Gadget

Big Time Rush vs. Barney & Friends

Power Rangers (Mighty Morphin) vs. Young Justice

Futurama vs. Spy �� Family

Succession vs. Bluey

iCarly vs. Code Lyoko

Group F

The Magic School Bus vs. Jackie Chan Adventures

Digimon Adventure (Butter-Fly) vs. The Last of Us

Star Trek: The Next Generation (S3-7) vs. Soul Eater

Zoey 101 vs. Xena: Warrior Princess

Dora the Explorer vs. We Bare Bears

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend vs. Carmen Sandiego (2019)

Star Trek: Enterprise (S1-2) vs. Mr. Bean

Sailor Moon (Japanese) vs. Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (S1-2) vs. Red Dwarf

Death Note vs. Phil of the Future

Yu-Gi-Oh! vs. El Chapulín Colorado

The Flintstones vs. His Dark Materials

Game of Thrones vs. Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure

The Nanny vs. Haikyu!!

Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends vs. Frasier

The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air vs. Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji

Group G

Bill Nye the Science Guy vs. The Facts of Life

George of the Jungle (1967) vs. Veronica Mars

H2O: Just Add Water (S1) vs. Star Trek: Voyager

Star Trek: The Original Series (With Vocal) vs. Hawaii Five-O

Drake & Josh vs. Fetch! with Ruff Ruffman

Puella Magi Madoka Magica vs. Cowboy Bebop (1998)

Lilo & Stitch: The Series vs. Torchwood

The Twilight Zone vs. Wander Over Yonder

Rugrats vs. Columbo

The Adventures of Jimmy Neutron, Boy Genius vs. The Walking Dead

Hey Arnold! vs. Psych

Twin Peaks vs. Voltron: Legendary Defender

Dragon Tales vs. How I Met Your Mother

Stranger Things vs. Mission: Impossible (1966)

W.I.T.C.H. vs. Daredevil

What's New, Scooby-Doo? vs. Tiny Toon Adventures

Group H

SpongeBob SquarePants vs. X-Men: Evolution

Fraggle Rock vs. Stargate SG-1

Firefly vs. Scrubs

Codename: Kids Next Door vs. Inuyasha (Change the World)

That '70s Show vs. Bear in the Big Blue House

Cheers vs. American Dragon: Jake Long

A Series of Unfortunate Events vs. Black Sails

The Powerpuff Girls vs. Darkwing Duck

That's So Raven vs. Grey's Anatomy

Ben 10 vs. JoJo's Bizarre Adventure

Cyberchase vs. Reba

Malcolm in the Middle vs. Shake It Up

Teen Titans (2003) vs. Mob Psycho 100

The Owl House vs. I Dream of Jeannie

Assassination Classroom (Question) vs. Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Phineas and Ferb vs. Batman Beyond/Batman of the Future

#mod post

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leftyywrites · 1 day ago

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Death x Taxes

Somethings you can't escape, Death, Taxes, Bureacracy. - J.Cole

In the grand cosmic joke that is existence, Death had discovered an immutable truth far more terrifying than mortality itself: bureaucracy is the only true immortal. They sat at their desk - a masterpiece of Nigerian craftsmanship from three centuries ago, when time meant something and artisans poured their souls into their work - contemplating this revelation while drowning in a sea of tax forms.

The thing about existing beyond the boundaries of time that no one mentions in the brochures (not that there were brochures) is that infinity doesn't exempt you from paperwork. If anything, it multiplies it, like a hydra of administrative duties - cut off one form's head, and three more sprout in its place, each demanding attention in triplicate.

"EXCUSE ME," Death said to the empty office, their voice carrying the weight of a thousand closing tomb doors, "BUT HOW EXACTLY DOES ONE CALCULATE DEPRECIATION ON A SCYTHE THAT EXISTS OUTSIDE OF LINEAR TIME?"

From atop the filing cabinet, a ragdoll cat named Taxes opened one eye and offered the kind of judgment that cats have perfected since the dawn of time. Death had named it Taxes because, like its namesake, it was both inevitable and remarkably annoying. The cat had wandered into Death's office three years ago and, in a display of cosmic irony, simply refused to die.

Death's scythe - currently serving as history's most elaborate letter opener - gleamed in the artificial light, its blade decorated with stickers of Captain America, the Winter Soldier, and Lucky the Monster Hunter. Sometimes, when you've been shepherding souls since the dawn of creation, you need to find joy in the small acts of rebellion against your own image. The stickers were a reminder that even the most final of entities could choose to be something more than their job description.

They picked up their Billy and Mandy calculator (a conscious choice over the standard-issue Supernatural Revenue Service model) and began the existential task of accounting for eternity. The drawer labeled "BUSINESS EXPENSES" told a story far more human than anyone might expect: movie ticket stubs from every screening of Ghostbusters (filed under "professional development"), coffee shop receipts from countless hours spent watching mortals live their beautiful, fleeting lives, and a collection of novelty t-shirts bearing slogans like "Grim Sleeper" and "I am NOT the skeleton detective, we just look alike."

"YOU KNOW, TAXES," Death mused, addressing the cat who had now knocked over their "Existential Muggage" mug (a Secret Santa gift from Madam KoiKoi. I rooted for Lucky, I think she found out.), "PERHAPS I SHOULD NOT HAVE STAYED IN THAT HARVESTING CLASS WHEN I FOUND OUT IT WASN'T ABOUT PRODUCE."

Taxes, flicking her tail in a gesture that conveyed the feline equivalent of "No shit, Sherlock."

The truth about loneliness is that it transcends mortality. Death had started collecting receipts not for tax purposes, but as proof that they existed beyond other people's endings. Each piece of paper was a anchor in time, a reminder that even the eternal could create moments worth remembering.

Death's gaze drifted to their framed certificates - diplomas from the Underworld School of Grim Reaping, honors in Advanced Scything and Ominous Monologuing. Back then, being one of the Four Horsemen had seemed like the ultimate career path. No one mentioned the paperwork. No one ever mentions the paperwork.

The sound of BoJack Horseman played quietly in the background - a show about mortality and purpose that Death found oddly comforting. They turned back to their stack of forms from the Supernatural Revenue Service, each envelope bearing the ominous seal of a raven clutching a quill pen. Even in the realm of eternal entities, bureaucracy reigned supreme.

"IT'S NOT THAT I DISLIKE MY WORK," Death continued, their voice softening. "THERE IS A CERTAIN POETRY IN BEING THE PERIOD AT THE END OF EVERY LIFE'S SENTENCE. BUT SOMETIMES..."

They trailed off, watching Taxes stretch and resettle, the cat's simple existence a reminder that life finds its way even in the office of Death. Perhaps that was the point - not the grandeur of being Death, but the small moments that made existence worthwhile: a purring cat, silly stickers, coffee shop visits, and yes, even the paperwork.

"AH, BUT WHAT'S DONE IS DONE," Death said, squaring their shoulders with newfound purpose. "WE ALL CHOOSE OUR ETERNITIES, DON'T WE? EVEN IF MINE COMES WITH A WITHHOLDING TAX."

And so Death returned to their forms, understanding that perhaps this too was part of the great cosmic balance - that even the end of all things needed its paperwork in order, its receipts filed, its existence documented. After all, what was bureaucracy if not humanity's attempt to impose order on the chaos of existence? And wasn't that, in its own way, a form of immortality?

#fiction #creative writing #writing #prose #philosophy #dark comedy #leftywrites #Spotify

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