#Sammy is usually her target

[eeveelikessoda]

The Ink Demonth Day 19: Hide

“Worst idea we’ve ever had, Jack. I’m never following your plan to prank him again.”

Jack and Olivia’s prank has gone completely awry, and now Sammy is very, very angry. He’s gonna get them for this.

[lastnightonthecyclone]

Another fucking wip on fnaf because inconsistency is my skill

[r-i-03-17]

Hey everybody, I'm back. Sorry for not being on for a bit, but I wasn't really sure what to write, since my writing isn't THAT good, and I can look back at my other Yaz and Sammy headcanons and cringe, it's taken me a lil bit to figure out exactly what to write. But either way, I hope you guys enjoyed my other headcanons, and I hope you enjoy this one. Peace out, see y'all later 🙂. (WARNING: If you're not aware some of my headcanons/stories have more "mature" elements, nothing blatantly NSFW, but definitely implied things, so if that's something your fine with, then be free to enjoy, I'll always give a warning when my posts have "implied" elements, like this one does.)

It was their daughter's 4th birthday, and Yaz and Sammy had spent the entire morning preparing. They've had other parties sure, but this one was special, they had a surprise for their daughter that was sure to make this one of her best birthdays yet.

Sammy was making the food, humming to herself while sunlight beamed through the window above the oven. She took a deep inhale and exhaled out happily. She was happy with herself, she had a family, her daughter, her wife, her friends, and her dog. After the car accident she had right before her child was born messed up her hip pretty bad, so she couldn't move as fast as she used to, but that was ok . Yaz's job helped financially cover what the farm couldn't, she worked long hours and was always so helpful. When Sammy had to do physical therapy, when she had surgery, Yaz was always right there, helping her, helping get to the shower when she had a hard time walking, giving her cuddles when she was in pain, and always making her food when she felt too sick to make any herself, and Sammy appreciated it, probably more than she could ever express.

Speaking of, Yazmina was outside cutting up firewood for a fire they were going to have when it got dark, she was about twenty feet away, axe in hand, and a decent pile of wood already stacked. She was wearing a white tank top, exposing her six pack, that was gleaming with sweat from the hot sun. Yaz's jet black hair was hanging down over her shoulders, while she dumped a bottle of water over her head and on her tan arms to cool off. She didn't notice Sammy staring out the window, watching her like a teenager staring at her crush, thinking to herself how lucky she was, that not only did she have an amazing life with an amazing wife, but also that wife happened to be super hot, literally and figuratively, she made a mental note to herself to bring her out a a new bottle of water once she put her pie in the oven that she was making. Sammy felt a hand grab her shoulder and it made her jump, when she flipped around, Brooklyn was standing there, a birthday card in her hands.

S: Jesus Brook, don't sneak up on someone like that, you just about gave me a heart attack.

B: Sorry Sammy, didn't mean to interrupt you checking out your wife 😏.

S: 😳. I wasn't.....I didn't....I was just....

B: 😏😏.

S: 😑.

Brooklyn laughed, she loved teasing Sammy about that kinda stuff, even after all these years, she still gets super flustered, it didn't bother Yaz at all when she teased her, so Brooks main target was usually Sammy.

Brooklyn opened the window, and yelled out to Yaz.

B: Hey Yazmina, you didn't notice your wife checking you out? She's been staring at you for the past 10 minutes.

Y: 😏. Good, means I must be doing something right 😉.

Sammy blushed while Yaz and Brooklyn started laughing, to be completely honest Sammy never minded the teasing or anything like that, if anything she loved it. In some weird way it made her feel all bubbly and happy inside, like she felt when the first started dating. Whenever Yaz grabbed her by the hips and lifted her up to kiss her, or when they would just lay on a couch late at night watching a movie, or when they would sit on the front porch swing with Koda (Sammy's Rottweiler) after they put their daughter to bed, talking about their days, and when they their friends we're going to visit again.

Suddenly Darius, Kenji, and Ben pulled up the driveway with a big trailer towing behind them. Sammy called their daughter downstairs and revealed the surprise to her, her very own Shetland Pony, named Tucker. Yaz and Sammy's daughter loved him, hugged her parents, and led her new horse to the barn. As the two of them looked on, Sammy's head resting on Yaz's shoulder, they both thought to themselves " I'm so lucky".

Ok guys I hope you enjoyed this one, idk when I'll make another, but I probably will eventually.

[loki-laufeyson223]

Friday Night: Dean Winchester (This Damaged Soul of Mine)

Warnings: Amazing Dean in the beginning, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos), really sweet aftercare (cause that's a warning all in itself)

Word Count: round bout 3k

The Loki version of this story is here!

Friday Night: Loki Laufeyson

The first thing that greets me in the morning is my loud alarm ringing in my ear. I reach over and shut it off immediately, though I know I need to get up and get ready for work but God, I really don’t want to. It was 4:30 in the friggin morning. Usually I would turn to my husband, if we weren’t already in a tight embrace, but today he was in Claremore, Oklahoma dealing with a nasty wendigo. Dean had left sometime yesterday right after supper, which was pizza. I would normally go on those kinds of hunts with Dean but hunting doesn’t pay the bills. Getting up at the crack of dawn and leaving an hour later to go work at the children’s clinic here in Lebanon, however, does.

I reluctantly rolled out of bed and grabbed some clothes to put on after my shower. After I got out of the shower I shook my long blonde hair out with a towel and got dressed in black leggings and my favorite green and black flannel. I stalked my way to the kitchen in the bunker to fix some coffee, which I call liquid fuel, and fix some breakfast. I put on my favorite playlist of old rock, some of The Beatles, and maybe some Elvis. My brother-in-law, Sam, was still on his daily run but I knew he would be getting back soon. So, I went ahead and grabbed four eggs from the fridge and put some butter in the pan I already had heating up on the smallest eye on the stove. After the eggs were cooking on the stove the coffee machine went off and I grabbed my favorite Led Zeppelin mug and poured the hot black liquid into the cup and grabbed the vanilla creamer and poured just enough in for the smallest bit of flavor. Dean always said he hated creamer in his coffee but the day after I brought it home it was already open and used. He tried to blame it on Sam but we both knew that was a flat out lie.

“Hey De?”  “Yeah Sweetheart, what’s up?”  “Who got into my new creamer?”  “Uh….. I don’t know. Have you asked Sammy?”  “Yeah he said he hadn’t gotten any. He’s been drinkin’ Eileen’s.”  “What ‘bout Cas or Jack?”  “They can’t taste.”  “Oh well it wasn’t me if that’s what you’re thinkin’.”  “Yeeeaaahhh. Ok, sure hun.”  He got up from his spot at the bench and came over to me. “Don’t you need to leave for work?”  “Oh yeah. Crap.”  Leaning down so I can angle my head up to reach, he presses a soft and lingering kiss on my lips.  “Bye De.”  “See ya later Sweetheart.”  As soon as I walked out of the kitchen Sam came up to me. “I saw him pouring it into his coffee earlier.”

Smiling at the memory, I walk over to the oven and take the pan off of the stove and set it on a hot pad. I was grabbing a plate from the cabinet when Sam walked in still sweating a little from the long run back home. “Hey Scar.”  “Hey Sam. How was the run?”  “It was good until another runner came up beside me with their kid.”  “What’s so bad about that?”  “The kid grabbed the string connected to my headphones and pulled it out of my phone somehow.”  “Ah, I see. Everyone heard your Celine Dion.”  “Uh, no. I don’t listen to her.”  “Yeah, sure. Cut the crap we all know she’s your favorite.” He rolled his eyes at my comment.  “Anyways, I made eggs and coffee.”  “Great. Hey, by the way is Eileen up yet.”  “No but I heard her alarm go off when I got up.”  “Ok thanks.”  “No problem.”  He went over to the cabinet of coffee mugs and grabbed the one I got him for Christmas with a moose on it and it said “So get this”. “I thought you used that for target practice.”  “Eileen talked me into keeping it.”  “Well then thank you Eileen.”  “You’re welcome.”  Suddenly Eileen walked into the kitchen. Last Christmas Sam saved up enough money to get Eileen a cochlear implant, so she could hear and communicate with Dean and I since we didn’t know ASL. Sometimes I forgot she had it. Sam walked over to his wife and wrapped his arms around her shoulders then pulled away to press a kiss to her forehead. “Mornin’ Clover.”  “Hey Sam.”  I sat down with my plate and coffee and grabbed the pepper and sprinkled some onto the bland eggs.  “I still don’t know why you insist on using pepper on everything instead of salt.”  

Sam made a face as I added more pepper to my eggs and ate them with a smirk, just in spite. As soon as I finished eating I got up and put my plate in the sink, already in a rush to get to the bathroom and brush my teeth so I could hurry up and get out the door. Eileen noticed I hadn’t finished my coffee so she grabbed a to-go coffee cup and poured it in there while I was in the bathroom. “Alright, bye yall!”  I called from the garage door.

 I saw Eileen running towards me holding the cup, “Thought you might want to have the rest of this. Oh and Sam said bye.”  “Thanks Eileen.”  “No problem. Now get to work before you’re late.”  I gave her a nod and walked out the door. I grabbed the keys to my green and black Supercharged Kawasaki H2R and my Ghost Rider helmet and made my way to the motorcycle. I got on, putting the key in the ignition. I turned the key, hearing the engine roar to life. I balanced the bike and kicked up my stand, putting it in gear. I revved the engine and took off.

Eight hours later I pulled into the garage and into my spot. I put down my kickstand and took off my helmet before dismounting my bike. Today there were two kids I had to send to the emergency room because the parents underestimated just what was wrong with their kid. It sucked and was stressful. It didn’t help that the parents always blamed it on me as if I had been with them the whole day. 

As I’m grabbing my laptop case out of the side bag on the bike I hear what sounds like someone running. Before I could turn around to see who it was, the sound stopped. I knew that the bunker was warded so it couldn’t have been a spirit so I just continued to walk back towards the door. I heard running behind me and next thing I knew I was being tackled from the back. 

“Gottcha Baby!”  “Dean, what are you doing?”  I raised my eyebrows as his hand traveled down from my midsection to my hips. “No no no no no. Dean don’t you dare!”  He did the exact opposite and began tickling my sides. “Dean, no, s-stop! P-please.”  “What was that Hun? I didn’t quite hear you.”  He continued his attack on my sides and it lasted for what felt like forever. When he finally stopped, we were both out of breath from laughing so hard. 

Dean turned to me with a beaming smile that lit up his entire face, eyes shining from laughter and just pure happiness.  “Sorry babe, it seemed like you were having a bad day.”  “I was and I really needed that. Thank you.”  “No problem. Now, let’s get in the bunker. I got a surprise for you in the Dean Cave.”  “What kind of surprise?”  “You’ll see when we get there.”  I rolled my eyes but at that moment, Dean lifted me off the ground and pulled me into a bridal style carry. I yelped at the sudden surprise and he took off towards the Dean Cave. 

When we got there the first thing that caught my attention was the speaker that we use for parties, was set out. The next thing was the palate set out on the floor and the sushi that was beside it. “Dean, what is this?”  “Since it’s Friday and you had a long day, I decided to give you a little treat.”  “That’s so sweet but, what’s the speaker for?”  “I figured we could listen to music while we hung out or we could watch a movie. So, which do you want to do?”  “How do you feel about music?”  “That’s just fine for me.”  I walk over to the speaker with my phone in hand and turn on my bluetooth, connecting my phone to play music. The first song I play is When the Levee Breaks and Dean gives me a look of approval and we go to sit down on the palate constructed of just about every bed-set here in the bunker. 

Dean hands me one of the trays of sushi before grabbing his own. “So, what exactly happened today that made it so bad?” I sighed, thinking about the very colorful threats that were thrown at me once I told the parents what actions they needed to take to ensure their child’s health. I was only doing my job. “I had to send two kids to the emergency room today and the parents weren’t happy about it to say the least.”  “Oh, Hun, I'm sorry.”  “It ain’t your fault. I get it though.” Dean’s brow furrowed. “I mean if it was my kid I would be upset too. I probably wouldn’t yell at the doctor but, still.”  “You probably handled it a lot better than I would’ve.” I laughed and shook my head, shrugging my shoulders in agreement. 

The song ends as I’m taking my first bite of the bubba roll Dean got from the small Japanese place just a few minutes from the bunker. I pick up my phone and play my mixed playlist on Spotify. I know Dean would usually act like he hated pop in front of Sam or anyone else but with me, he’ll sing his heart out and dance like there’s no one around. I go to the song that’s absolutely necessary at this moment, Uptown Funk. It always manages to pick up my mood when I’m down at a low, along with the company of Dean, of course. I sat down my food and stood up, grabbing Dean’s hand in the process.  “Scar, really? Right now?”  “Yes right now. Get up!”  “Sweetheart, Sam’s home.”  “I know. If he walks in, both of you can get over it.”  “That’s something for him to tell people though Hun.”  “Yeah and I have plenty on him and so do you.”  He rolled his eyes and smiled. Dean finally got up and lifted me up off the ground, spinning me around as he did. We danced like we were teenagers at their first prom, in the best way possible. 

The song finished and when the next one came on, Dean’s face lit up. He immediately dove into the first verse of Can’t Help Falling in Love. My husband pulled me into his arms and began to sway gently side to side while moving around the room.

Wise men say

Only fools, only fools rush in

Oh, but I, but I, I can’t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?

Would it be, would it be a sin?

If I can’t help falling in love with you

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things, you know, are just meant to be 

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

For I can’t help falling in love with you

For I can’t help falling in love with you

He finishes the song and dance with an enchanting kiss. Enveloping my lips with his, he grabs the sides of my face pulling me deeper into the kiss. I reach around and intertwine my hands in his dark brown locks. Here recently he’s been growing out his hair and it’s made it down to right below his neck, his bangs just barely reaching beneath his eyebrows. His hair has grown out to be a dark brown in his older age. Small flecks of gray sprinkled throughout. The cool feeling of the soft strands only heighten the small pool in my stomach. 

That is until Dean pulls away. When I whine softly in protest, Dean puts a finger to my lips and trails his finger down to my chin and tilts my head up so I’m looking straight into the green oceans that he calls normal eyes. Nothing that breathtaking can be “normal”. “Scarlett, no matter what anyone says, you’re an incredible doctor. I mean you worked your ass off for those degrees. You shouldn’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I mean if you were my kid’s doctor and you found out something that was really wrong with them, I would have given over my paycheck that week. And before you say anything, no I’m not just saying this to make you feel better. I’m telling you the truth, ‘cause that’s just what we all need to hear sometimes.”

I smiled and blinked away the tears that had formed in my eyes. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled those soft, pillowy lips down to mine. Dean groaned and slipped his tongue into my mouth. The kiss formed a beautiful symphony between us and we played the song that we knew by our hearts. 

Dean pulled away just enough to grumble “Bedroom” and oh did I comply. I nodded and he grabbed the underside of my thighs and hoisted me up so I could wrap my legs around his hips. Our lips never parted as he walked us to the bedroom we share amongst all the others in the bunker, we chose this one with the feeling and anticipation to make memories that would last a lifetime.  

Somehow, Dean managed to get the door open, us in, closing and locking the door behind us, still without breaking the feverish kiss. He laid me down on the bed with such ease it made me feel like I weighed nothing but a feather. Dean got up from the bed to rid himself of everything he was wearing and got back on top of me to “assist” me in the same way. 

When I was completely bare before him, Dean just stared with lust and awe in his eyes. “So beautiful.”  He murmured sweet little nothings as he kissed his way from my neck to my bare heat. He pressed a kiss to my clit and went down further to lick a hot, wet stripe all the way back up. My thighs instinctively went close around his head and he placed a firm hand against one and pushed just slightly. “Gotta have my meal spread out for me Baby.”  A cocky grin spread across his lips as he dipped his head back down to my dripping pussy and buried his tongue as far as he could, and oh was it far, into my inner walls. 

My hands found their way to his hair and pulled tight at the brown, peppered lock causing the god of a man to groan, the vibration sending a shiver to my core and up my spine. “Oh God, Dean!”  

Dean took his free hand and brought it up to my clit, making small tantalizing circles and applying just the right amount of pressure to the small pearl, to send me to oblivion with release. A guttural groan pulled itself from the depths of my throat with my finish and Dean brought himself up to my lips and claimed my lips with his in a lust filled kiss that left us both completely breathless.

“Dean, I need you now.”  The plea came out more broken than I intended but it still got the message across because Dean was ready in an instant, already leaning back on his heels and lining himself up with my entrance. He looked to me with a silent ask for permission, I nodded and with that my breath had completely left my body as he buried himself to the hilt with the first thrust. 

Dean was holding himself up with his forearms and was hovering just above my face, he leaned down to my ear, just a little lower beneath the sensitive lobe and sucked a dark bruise on the spot that he knew drove me wild everytime. “Dean, please, move.”  He nodded slightly and pulled out to the tip and thrusted back in again with more force behind it with a deep groan. 

Our bodies moved in unison, like two puzzle pieces finding their way with each other with ease until Dean shivered and I felt his length twitch inside my hot core and with one final thrust, the one I love most in this world found his release, painting my insides white. My release was triggered by his own, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. When we had both caught our breath and calmed down mostly, Dean got up to go get a towel to clean us both up. 

With the towel thrown aside and us both content in the bed, I grabbed my husband’s waist in a tight hug. “Hey Baby.” He whispered into my hair, pressing a lingering kiss to my head before propping his chin up there. I just yawned in response and heard Dean chuckling softly, his shoulders moving slightly with the action. “You tired?”  “Mhm.”  Dean kissed the top of my head again and I closed my eyes and welcomed the sleep that followed shortly after. The last thing I heard before sleep claimed me completely was my husband’s deep voice slightly mumble, “G’night Sweetheart. I love you with all of this damaged soul of mine.”

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[multimilfs]

Chessy x Fem!Reader: Operation 'Chunky Man' 

Summary: Chessy + 150 — “Stop distracting me.” 

Prompts found here!

AO3

A/N: This was really fun. My favorite thing about Chessy is just how much she means to the Parker family and how involved she is, so I couldn't write a fic without including Annie and Hallie!! I hope you all enjoy it!

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Warning(s): None

“I have eyes on the target. Over.” 

“Copy that, Big Bear. Can you make contact? Over.” 

“I think I can, Red One. Over.” 

“Red Two, are you in position? Over.” 

“Red Two is in position. Over.” 

“Good. Operation Chunky Man is a go. Big Bear, you are free to make contact with the target. Just keep in contact with the team. Over.” 

“Copy that, Red One.” 

You shove the mini walkie-talkie into your back pocket and saunter in the back door. Chessy looks up from her place in front of the stove and smiles, Sammy laying at her feet. The smell of chili and cornbread lingers in the air around you. 

“Hey, hon. Did you and the girls have a good day?” Chessy asks. 

“We did,” You smile, walking around the island to kiss her cheek, “Hal was a lot more interested in fishing than Annie, but they’re both having fun with the walkie-talkies.”

“I’m glad we let them open them early. They seemed pretty out of it.” 

“I think it’s weird for them to have both Nick and Liz gone, even if it's only for a weekend. How was your day?” 

You see Annie creeping into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye. Sammy perks up when he sees her, but you shoo her away when Chessy isn’t looking. She rolls her eyes and backs out of the kitchen again. 

Upon waking up this morning, Annie and Hallie had been far too glum for your tastes. To see both girls lacking their usual mischievous nature felt like a punch in the gut. So with a little persuasion, you convinced Chessy to let them open one of the gifts you’d both gotten them. 

The set of walkie-talkies had been perfect since you were taking them fishing. Being out in the woods, you always felt better having an alternative method of communication. You had even left one with Chessy for the day to be safe. 

“I got a lot done. Sammy here even helped, didn’t you, buddy?” Chessy coos and crouches to scratch the dog all over. He accepts the affection willingly, tail wagging a mile a minute. 

With Chessy’s back turned, you eagerly rush Annie into the kitchen. She patters softly over to the stove and ladles a few scoops of chili into the bowl sitting on the counter. You grin and wink at her stealth. Chessy has no idea. 

Offering a thumbs up back, she quietly begins to walk out of the kitchen, careful not to let the spoons clatter against the side of the bowl. You’re both impressed and concerned at how spy-like she is. Offhandedly, you wonder if Liz ever had any contact with MI6. 

“Hold it right there!” Chessy says and you jump. 

Somewhere in the few seconds you’d been distracted, Chessy turned, catching the girl red-handed. Your eyes widen. Annie looks like a deer in headlights, looking between you and Chessy. 

“We’ve been compromised, go!” You shout and wrap both of your arms around Chessy’s waist. 

Annie takes off through the doors and outside where Hallie waits. You’re grateful she’s running outside; some of the chili sloshes out of the bowl when she’s running down the porch steps. 

“Go get her, Sammy.” Chessy instructs. The dog takes off and outside, you can hear Annie squeal as he catches up with her, “And you—stop distracting me.” 

Chessy turns in your arms and offers up a glare. Unfortunately for her, you can tell there’s nothing behind it, and that she’s holding back a smile of her own. You kiss her cheek. 

“Where’s the fun in that, sweetheart?” You ask. 

“The ‘fun in that’ is getting to sleep in our bed instead of on the couch.” 

“Come on,” You bat your eyelashes, “You wouldn’t really send your poor, sweet partner to sleep on the cold, hard couch now would you?” 

“Oh yes I would, Big Bear.” 

Your eyes go wide and you gape at her. Her lips finally pull into a mischievous grin. From the back pocket of her jeans, she fishes out a walkie-talkie of her own. You’d forgotten that you’d left one with her when you and the girls ventured into the woods. She heard everything. 

So caught up in keeping her distracted, it had slipped your mind. Her oversized denim shirt had completely obscured where it rested in her back pocket. 

Clearly beat at your own game, you hold up your hands in defeat. Chessy shakes her head and steals a kiss, lingering for a moment longer than necessary, but pulling back as soon as you try for something more. You pout at the loss. 

She holds the walkie-talkie up to her mouth and presses the button, “Girls, come get cornbread to go with your chili. Over.” 

Several beats of crackling silence come down the line. If you listen hard enough, you swear you can hear Annie and Hallie squealing out on the swings in the backyard. They had clearly forgotten the same information you had. Your time at the lake had wiped all of your memories, it seemed. 

She doesn’t wait for a response and turns back to the stove, ladling out three more bowls; a separate bowl for one of the twins, one for you, and one for herself. You set to work on grabbing drinks and cutting the cornbread. Placing it all neatly on the table, you smile at Chessy’s nod of approval. 

You watch her move around the kitchen and smile wistfully. What a woman. When she comes and sets the bowls down, you catch her waist again, kissing her breathless. It surprises her, though not as much as it used to. Chessy hardly hesitates before melting into you. 

The two of you spring apart when Sammy barks outside and comes bounding in the back door. He comes to a stop in front of you and waits. Laughing, you make sure to fill his bowl and set it near his water dish. 

Chessy is about to summon the twins again when the walkie-talkie crackles and a non-accented voice comes over the channel, “We’re coming now, Chessy. Over.” 

[scarlet-cookie]

Ink Demonth 2024 Day 16 : Erase

“Fine, fine..” Jack backed away from Sammy, raising his hands up in defeat. 

Sammy’s mouth froze on the word “Nothing”.

Jack had just asked him if something was up, and Sammy felt as if it was something Jack shouldn’t endanger himself with, nor know about.

He had pushed Jack away from the crux of the problem to protect him, and because he didn’t trust in Jack enough to be able to handle it.

He glanced at Jack’s shifting expression that flashed a look of disappointment for a second.

For a weird reason, he felt as if he had seen this scene before.

Something told him that he should tell Jack.

Just as Jack was about to make his way back to his office, another word escapes Sammy’s throat.

“Wait!”

Jack turned to look around at him, his wide, curious eyes still bright as always.

“Yes-“ Sammy stumbled on his words, fighting between the urge to stop himself, and the gut feeling that was telling him to expose the truth. 

Eventually, he decided on the latter.

“No, you should know..”

Jack’s eyes immediately lit up. “Finally, I was worried something was wrong with you..”

………..

Abby and Norman stood in the hallway, occasionally looking over to see the happenings inside the music department.

With nothing better to do, Abby decides to light a cigarette and take a puff.

“You shouldn’t do that in here.” Norman remarked, letting out a chuckle.

“It’s not real, why should I care?” Abby sighed, shaking the cigarette that automatically lit up on its own. “This isn’t my real body, this place isn’t real, the smoke isn’t real. The only thing that’s real is our minds and I really need something to distract me right now..” her hoarse voice trailed off. “By the way, you said Sammy is going to be real cagey about the whole ink machine thing, right?”

“Yeah.” Norman removed the monocle from his eye, fidgeting with it. “And then..”

Norman’s eyes suddenly turned glassy, as he seemed to space out. He looks up, staring into the distance where Sammy and Jack usually stands at.

Abby continued to smoke as she asked, “then what?”.

Norman lowered his head, placing the monocle back on his face. “Huh?”

“I asked if this is where Sammy is going to get very secretive about the machine towards Jack.” Abby repeated her question.

“What?” Norman’s lips curved into a frown. “He didn’t do that. He told Jack later on what happened.”

Abby jerked her head towards Norman, stunned. Then she slowly shook her head as she laughed.

“Real funny, Norman. You still got the guts to joke even after everything.”

Norman stared at her in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

This time, the two of them glared directly into each other’s eyes.

“My memory might be bad, but this part is something I remembered vividly..” his voice gradually faded, as he seemed to come to a strange realization.

“Then, what happened after that?” Abby pressed, knowing this strange occurrence would definitely bring about major changes.

Norman’s mouth was left hanging, as he kept closing and opening it like a goldfish.

“Why.. why can’t I recall…” Norman pinched his forehead, trying to pull out the muddy memories from the depths of his mind. Everything suddenly seemed to become dim and foggy, like an old photo suddenly rotting away in seconds.

“I.. I would target Sammy, but.. why..”

He knew he remembered.

But it was as if those memories had suddenly been flushed down a dark vortex, and he was trying desperately to grab them again.

He felt horrified that a section of his memories suddenly became altered and erased without him even knowing, had Abby not pointed out to him.

A chilling fear crawled up Abby’s spine as she threw away the cigarette, looking up at the spot Norman had just stared at earlier.

Sammy was now there, and had turned his head to look directly at them.

His eyes were nearly lifeless, his gaze seemed exhausted, like someone who had been repeatedly trying to fix something over and over again, only to fail every single time.

Abby jerked her head away, feeling unsettled by such a look.

“That’s exactly what happened.”

Sammy’s voice spoke up, as Abby couldn’t help but jolt. She was afraid of turning her head back again, fearing what she would see. Since she was looking away from Norman, she had no idea how he was feeling.

Abby could feel a cold puff breathing down her neck.

If she still had the cigarette in her hand, she definitely would’ve used it to try and chase away Sammy, or whatever sort of Sammy they’re facing right now.

“Norman, after that, you simply went along with my plans, and we approached the ink machine together, and then…” 

His voice also trailed off, in a similar manner to Norman earlier.

The projectionist shook his head, refusing to accept the fabricated truth of events.

“That isn’t what happened.” He muttered as soft as possible, to remind himself. Abby could just about hear it and gave a light nod.

Suddenly, the environment around them turned cold. The lights seemed to darken, and the workers walking around suddenly stopped. Even Jack froze in his place. Their eyes all turned lifeless at once.

Abby and Norman both knew Sammy was staring right at them, and only them in that moment, even though neither of them dared to look.

Norman could tell Sammy had suddenly jerked his head towards Abby.

After a few moments of silence, the dream suddenly resorted to its normal state.

Norman could no longer feel the chilling breath anymore, as he cautiously turned to look at where Abby should be.

Her figure had disappeared without a trace, as if she had never even existed there before.

Sammy’s voice spoke again, but in a tone he failed to recognize.

It was desperate, hopeless, and begging for help.

“Just play along.” 

Bendy : The Untrusted AU - Final Reminiscence (Part 5/5)

[risingwiththeheatabove]

A Little Honey - Chapter 9 - Viva Las Vegas

Pairing: Josh X Reader

Series List

Series Warnings: 18+, Alcoholism, toxic parents, domestic abuse, drug use, alcohol use, coarse language, angst, fluff, explicit sexual content, NSFW, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, blood kink, praise kink, daddy kink, and probably so much more that I am forgetting.

Word Count 11.5K

A/N Thank you so much for all of the love and support for this series. It truly means the world to me. As always, I am doing a tag list and would be happy to add you just comment below or message me. Jake is a bit of an asshole in this chapter but I promise I will make it up to you in the coming chapters. Peace and love babes.

“Where the fuck are they?!” Jake asked the group clearly annoyed by Josh’s usual tardiness.

Danny, Sam, Jake, Jita and Hannah had all arrived to the airport long before Josh, Nora and yourself. They stood anxiously in the first class lounge awaiting your arrival.

“I am sure Josh was just running late… but I will call Nora.” Danny said.

“Please!” Jita responded lightly tapping Danny’s arm as he turned away from the group, phone in hand.

“You would think with all he has planned for this weekend he may have actually been on time for once!” Sammy said through a laugh, attempting to elevate his older brothers tension.

“You would think!” Jake bit back. The show was not until Friday evening, but the boys were always a little extra nervous when opening for another band. Especially one as well known as Metallica.

Hannah returned from the bar handing everyone a cocktail to ease the nerves. Danny was pacing back a forth in front a large window over looking the run way. Snow and ice covered the ground. He had placed several calls to both you and Nora but was met with no answer. “Shit.” He grumbled to himself as he continued calling. The rest of the group decided to get comfortable in the lounge as there was nothing to do but wait. About 15 minutes pass before Danny receives a call back from Nora. “Hello?? Where are you? The plane leaves in 30 minutes!” Danny said frantically into his phone. The group gathered around the window eager to hear any update. “Well run dammit!” Danny said in a much more lighthearted tone.

A few long minutes pass, “We are here!” You said barging through the door of the lounge. All of you fumbling as you quickly run inside, bags in hand.

“Just barely.” Jake said still clearly pissed off.

“We are so glad you guys made it! The weather has canceled almost all of the flights, ours is the last one going out for the evening!” Hannah explained.

“Shit, I am sorry. We were going through security when Danny called. We didn’t mean to worry you!” You said apologetically.

“You are here now! That’s all that matters!” Jita said addressing you but the sentiment seemed more targeted as a reminder for Jake.

Nora had made her way over to greet Danny, he picked her up into a big bear hug and spun her around a few times. His anxieties seemed to melt away at her touch.

Josh went to the bar to grab a drink for the two of you to share. As he returned to the group you couldn’t help but notice Jake shooting daggers his way.

“Don’t look now but I think Jake may want to murder us.” You whispered into Josh’s ear as you took the drink from his hand. He chuckled as he glanced over at his twin. “I should probably apologize.” You insisted.

“He will be fine, I already took care of it.” He said through a giggle, kissing your cheek.

“What did you say?” You asked nervously. Truth is, it was you who had made the group so late. You knew Josh had made plans for the weekend and you had no idea what to wear. Josh arrived on time to the apartment to find your room resembling the destruction path of a tornado . Clothes covered every square inch of the floor with next to nothing in your suitcase. With out hesitation he helped you decide on what to bring and even packed up your bags as you finished getting ready.

“I told him I was just running late as usual.” He shrugged and flashed you a toothy grin.

“Joshua!” You whisper yelled, feeling guilty having him take the fall for you.

He laughed at your reaction as he walked over to greet Danny. Danny offering him a punch to the arm for scaring everyone.

You continued to watch Jake has he stared out the window with an obvious scowl across his face. You felt a hand brush your shoulder and you heard Jita’s voice behind you. “Josh is right, he will be fine. Jake just gets nervous before a big show.” She said shooting you a wink as you turned to face her. You placed a hand on top of hers as if to say thank you.

“Alright we are boarding, come on!” Jake said with his tone beginning to soften as he gathered his things. Everyone else did the same as they headed to the gate. Josh took your hand in his as you walked through the terminal. Hundreds of people were sitting at their respective gates waiting on delayed flights. You spotted a few fans taking pictures of the group as you passed them. The guys offered waves and smiles in return. Once arriving at the gate you were all last to board into first class. You had flown very little in your life and never first class.

“I could get used to this!” Nora said as she sunk comfortably into the seat next to yours, as Danny placed your things in the overhead bins. You playfully rolled your eyes at her. You also enjoyed the perks of being with the band but Nora shamelessly took great pleasure from the new life style.

“AHEM.” Josh dramatically cleared his throat as he approached his now occupied seat.

“Oh come on you will be with her all weekend! A few hours apart will not kill you!” Nora teased. Josh looked down at you with a theatrical pout on his face.

“She has a point.” You said shrugging your shoulders and shooting him a smile. He let out a loud sighed in defeat.

“Fine!” He said throwing a finger in Nora’s direction. “But she is all mine once the wheels touch down in Vegas!” Placing a kiss on your forehead he found an open seat next to Danny, directly behind you.

“See you aren’t even that far! No need to be a baby!” Nora continued to poke at him.

“Be nice! Or I will make you sit next to him until you two learn to stop fighting over me!” You offered her a back handed slap to the outside of her thigh.

“That’s never going to happen!” Josh piped in from the seat behind you.

“Never!” Nora reiterated as she opened the inflight menu. “What will be the drink of choice for our journey?” She asked as you glanced over her shoulder at the menu.

“You ladies help yourselves to whatever you like, as always.” Danny chimed in a charming tone.

“Already planned on it babe!” Nora shot back, causing Danny to laugh and roll his eyes at her.

“Champagne and caviar anyone?” Nora said in a voice mimicking Josh’s.

“Oh cool, steal my girlfriend and my line!” Josh said in a playfully angry tone as he threw his arms into the air. You couldn’t see it but Josh’s face flushed as he realized what he said. Yours did as well. It was the first time Josh had called you his girlfriend. You weren’t quite that official yet, but hearing it come from his lips left you as giddy as a school girl.

Nora sensed your reaction to his words. “Oh brother.” She said mocking you light heartedly.

“This is going to be a long flight.” Jake said wrapping an arm around Jita and closing his eyes. The two of them quickly falling asleep before the plane even took off.

Sam and Hannah were seated across the isle from you, with Rosie at their feet. They were debating over what to watch as they scrolled through the movie options on the tiny screens in front of them. Rosie unbothered by their noise cuddled up in a ball between them, keeping an eye on the flight attendants as they walked by.

You could hear Josh writing in his journal behind you. The pen scribbling across the heavy paper as ideas ran through his head. Attempting to capture them all before they got to far. It was one of your favorite noises. You would occasionally wake up to an empty bed to find him writing. The sound would always soothe you back to sleep. Sometimes you would stay up just to sit and watch him. You swore you could almost see the thoughts as they danced around. You fell asleep listening to his pen hit the paper without meaning to.

POP

You woke up to two large glasses of champagne being poured in front of you. A strawberry sitting in the bottom of each glass. You sleepily accepted your glass and thanked the stewardess, Nora doing the same.

“Cheers!” She said as she clinked her glass to yours.

You took a small sip from your glass before turning around to find Josh with his pen still glued to his notebook. No longer able to hear the comforting sound over the roar of the planes engine. A grin crept up on his lips as you watched him. He could sense your gaze as he continued to fill the page. Looking to his side you found Danny sound asleep. Continuing to see what everyone was up to you found Jake and Jita also still asleep in one another’s arms. Sam had even fallen asleep on Hannah’s shoulder as she continued to watch whatever movie they eventually decided on.

“I can not wait to see Vegas!” Nora said with a slight squeal after chugging down her glass.

“You might not remember it if you keep up that pace!” You teased as you sipped your bubbles.

“It’s not every day that I get to fly first class to Las Vegas with a bunch of rockstars…”

“…And your super rad sister?” You interrupted.

“Her too!” She said laughing as she poured herself another glass, topping off yours.

You both talk for a while, laughing and catching up on all the juicy work gossip.

“Your caviar ladies.” The stewardess said delivering a tray of caviar, olives and some fancy crackers.

“Oh we didn’t order that.” You correct holding up a hand in denial of the tray.

“I ordered it for you.” Josh said as he leaned around the edge of your seat. “My treat.” He cooed flashing a grin.

“Don’t mind if I do!” Nora said taking the tray from the woman and instantly digging in.

“Thank you.” You say to the stewardess as she walked off. “And thank you.” You say to Josh with big puppy dog eyes, touched by the sentiment. He blew you a sweet kiss as he went back to writing.

“Fuck this is good!” Nora drunkenly exclaimed far too loudly for a plane full of sleeping people.

“Maybe we have had enough to drink.” You say as you pick up the bottle, surprised to find it was completely empty, even though you only had one glass.

“I think its time for another bottle, STEWARDESS!” Nora yelled. Waking up Danny.

“Shut up!” Jake grumbled half asleep.

“Nope thats enough!” You said waving the flight attendant off.

“You are no fun!” She huffed as she finished off the tray of food in front of her.

Josh stood up and found himself a spot leaning against your seat, looking over at Nora with his arms crossed and a disappointed look on his face.

“Well I see Nora enjoyed my gift.” He said with a chuckle.

“Very much so.” You joined in the laughter.

“Danny I do believe your lady is as drunk as a skunk!” Josh hollered over his shoulder.

Danny leaned forward to find the crack between Nora’s and your’s seats. “How bad is the damage boss?” He asked directed at you.

“It’s… pretty bad.”

“EXCUSE ME, I can hear you.” Nora retorted turning to face Danny with cracker crumbs surrounding her mouth and chin.

“Oh lord.” Danny laughed as he fell back into his seat.

The yelling woke up the remaining sleeping members of the group.

“Well it looks like I am awake now.” Jake huffed as he glared in Nora’s direction.

“Cool it hot head. We should be landing soon anyway.” Josh popped back in response.

And that you did. With in about 20 minutes the wheels were on the Las Vegas tarmac.

“This is fucking gorgeous!” Nora said with her face plastered to the plane window. You laughed as you plucked her from her seat and handed her off to Danny who had collected their bags. Danny led Nora into the airport as you stayed behind to collect your bags with Josh. He grabbed his suitcase and placing his free hand on your waist as he followed you through the sky bridge.

“You are all mine now.” He whispered into your ear. You giggled as you walked to the gate. Josh took your hand leading you out to where the van was waiting to pick everyone up. The group loaded in, followed by a short ride to the hotel. Nora’s face was still glued to the window as she was drunkly entranced by the neon lights. The van pulled up to the front of a five star hotel.

“Holy shit.” You said with your jaw dropped as you entered through the revolving doors. You had never even dreamed of being able to stay at such a luxurious establishment. The lobby was the size of an amphitheater with twinkling lights and gold embellishments scattered tastefully through out. A beautifully decorated garden was placed in the center, with extravagant fountains around. Designer clothing and cosmetic stores could be found adjacent to the lobby with what looked like a dozen different high end restaurants.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you get lost.” Josh said from behind you, snaking his arms around your hip. You lean into his touch as a you spin around to face him.

“I can not wait to see our room.” You whisper flirtatious into his ear.

He met your lips for a heated kiss before lightly tapping the room key to your nose. He took off running to the elevators. With out offering a goodnight to the rest of the group you quickly matched his pace as you followed him into the elevator.

“Which floor?” You ask as you looked at the dozens of buttons in front of you.

“Top.” He says with a grin.

“What?” You said in shock, knowing the top floor of this hotel was the penthouse.

“Only the best for my Honey.” He says as he swipes the room key to grant access to the top floor button.

The ride up felt like forever as you squirmed with anticipation. Eventually stopping, the doors slowly opened stealing the key from Josh you squeezed through before the doors were completely ajar. Running to the room you could hear him follow behind you as you flung the door open to find your bags had already been brought up. Two couches were arranged across from one another in a large seating area with a circular wooden table between them. On the table sat another bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, paired with half a dozen crystal glasses.

The room was huge with floor to ceiling windows covering a entire wall. You could see all of Vegas as well as the arena the boys would be playing at in a few days. The bed must have been a California king, covered with a red velvet duvet to match the red velvet couch’s.

Josh walked over to the bathroom flicking the light on before motioning for you to follow him. You skipped over entering into a large dark tile room with a bathtub the size of a jacuzzi. Mesmerized by the sights in front of you. The shower alone was the size of your entire apartment bathroom with gold fixtures and accents covering every inch.

The sound of the tub faucet running broke you from your trance as you turned to find Josh drawing a bath already stripped down completely with a throbbing hard on. You quickly did the same giggling as you threw off your shirt running over to meet him. His arms wrapped back around you, cupping your ass forcefully as he met you for a soft kiss. You could feel the smile on lips, pulling away slightly you looked up at him quizzically.

“What is it?” You said as you cocked your head at him.

“I have been picturing this moment for a month now, I am just happy it is finally here.”

Your hand met his cheek as you kissed him before slowly lowering to your knees and pulling your hair back. “Did you picture this?” You asked as your tongue met his tip, teasing him with small circles.

“I picture that every night Mama.” He chuckled as his hand met the back of your head. You took the hint and wrapped your mouth around him, finding your rhythm as he guided you to take in all of him. You felt him begin to twitch under your touch, his eyes fluttered shut as he grew closer to climax.

“Not yet sugar.” You said pulling off of him, but not before offering a few flicks for your tongue to his balls, causing him to whimper. You have him sit on the edge of the tub. He can’t keep his hands off of you as you sit onto his thigh, his lips begin desperately sucking at your neck and chest. His hand traveling down to your core to find your entrance his fingers tease you, causing you to let out a breathy moan.

“Such a good girl so wet for me.” He hummed praises into your breasts and his tongue twirled around your nipple. His hands meeting your hips as you rode his thigh eager for friction. Your slick leaving a trail as you shifted back and forth.

“I have been waiting for this moment all day. I need you, now.” You said through flustered moans. Josh quickly lifted your hips over his guiding him inside of you. “Fuck..” Mumbled out as you threw your head back. You had been pining for him since he arrived at your apartment that afternoon. You hid it well but you had been ready to get him alone all day. Once you had him you knew you wouldn’t last long.

Your quick rhythm rushed you into your climax, bracing yourself on his shoulders as he worked you through it. His pace grew slower and more gentle as he peppered your lips with kisses in between moans. “Don’t stop baby.” You instructed though you were overstimulated, you knew he was close.

“Fuck mama...” He grunted as he picked the pace back up. Your breath caught in your throat. Josh’s hand quickly meeting your exposed neck and placing it exactly where he knew you liked. “Y/N…” You heard as you felt him release his warmth inside of you, still pushing you through to your second orgasm. His grip tightened slightly throwing you over the edge, crumbling around him as you came again. Taking you in his arms as you both came down from your high. Meeting for another kiss before slowly stand to your feet. Josh spun around and settled into the tub, you crawled in with him. The warm water engulfed you as you found his arms once more, laying your back against his chest. His hand drifting up to your hair, rubbing small circles into your scalp with each of his fingers.

“Mmmmhmm.” You hummed as your eyes closed under his touch.

“What had you so hot and bothered today Mama?” He cooed into your ear.

You blushed slightly as you thought about your response. “If I hadn’t made us so late already I would have jumped your bones at the apartment.” You began to explain. Josh chuckled at your admission. “But then you called me your girlfriend… that… that did something to me.” You began to laugh with him. You sat there in his arms waiting for a response, but minutes passed and he continued to just play with your hair in silence. You turned around to face him. “I know we haven’t made it official, and thats okay… it just has a nice ring to it.” You said through nervous laughter.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend Honey?” He said in a similarly nervous tone.

“Hmm… I will have to think about it.” You said playfully as you stroked your chin giving your best thinking pose. He pulled you into a hug and tickled you lightly as you giggled in his arms.

“I would like it… for you to be my girlfriend… officially.” He said as he ceased his attack, still slightly nervous.

“Sugar, I thought you’d never ask.” Your lips finding his for a giggly kiss.

“Is that a yes?” He mumbled between kisses.

“Yes!” You shouted taking his face between your hands.

You continued to lock lips and giggle like teenagers until you turned into prunes. Slipping out of the bath you completed a simple night time routine together before cuddling up in the massive bed and drifting off to sleep.

Morning came much too quickly and the sun was not forgiving as it came through the thick glass. Thirsty from the events of the night before you got up to find water. Still naked you walked around to the drinks left out from your arrival. Locating a bottle of sparkling water you grabbed it by the neck and brought over to nightstand.

“Come back to bed Honey.” Josh said still half asleep as he made grabby hands at you.

You fall back asleep for a few more hours before you are woken up by Josh on the phone. Sitting up and rubbing the sleep from your eyes, he notices your movement from across the room and shoots you a wink. He is standing completely naked in front the windows with the sunlight dancing beautifully on his lightly tanned skin. Truly a breath taking sight.

“We will be there shortly.” He said ending the phone call.

“Sound check?” You asked as he made his way back to you.

“Band meeting, they want us there in an hour.” He said as he walked back over to the bed. “But you can stay here if you don’t feel up for it. I am sure the girls would come keep you company.” He said placing a kiss on your forehead before going to get ready in the bathroom.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily!” You said excited jumping out of bed to join him in the bathroom.

“It’s just a boring meeting.” He laughed at your excitement, finding it adorable.

“Maybe I am just excited to spend time with my boyfriend even if it is at a boring meeting!” You tease him as you sort through your things looking for something to wear.

You both keep it simple for the day since you knew you would be changing before going out that evening. Josh threw on his khakis, a long sleeve white shirt, and his tan jacket with his custom embroidery.

You opt for a pair of high waisted jeans, vans and an early Greta Van Fleet Merch hoodie you stole from Josh’s closet. Leaving your hair down you throw on some mascara and blush before heading out.

You meet the group at the van in front of the hotel. Surprisingly everyone was on time, though the majority of them were half asleep. The van took you to the venue, upon arrival you were all led into a large, modern conference room. The far wall of the room was lined with buffet tables containing a decadent brunch spread. Everyone made a small plate and headed over to the table to meet up with the bands team. The meeting went by surprisingly quickly, covering details of lighting, stage placement, set length and the official set list. You leave the table to grab seconds from the buffet. Returning to your seat, before you even sat down you could tell Josh’s mood was heated.

“What? Today?” Josh asked clearly upset.

“I know, I already tried to see if we could reschedule but its Metallica man.” Jake said, sympathetically placing a hand on his twins shoulder.

Josh quickly shrugged it off. Standing from the table, his gait was heavy as he walked out the door.

“What did I miss?” You address the group confused about Josh’s sudden change in mood.

“Metallica invited us to a dinner party on the strip tonight.” Sam explained with disappointment in his voice.

“We kind of have to go, at least show our faces for an hour or so.” Jake added in a similar tone.

“So what’s the big deal?” You ask still not understanding.

“The big deal is Josh had plans for the two of you tonight.” Nora chimed in. “Something he has been working on for a while.”

“Ohh…” You said rolling the situation around in your head.

“You should go talk to him.” Jake said softly.

You nodded and excused yourself from the table. Walking out the door you found the hall way you came in through, since it was the only one you knew you decided to start there. Out of the corner of your eye through a small window you spot Josh sitting out side smoking a cigarette. A habit he didn’t indulge in too often. Exiting the building, the sound of the opening door caused him to look in your direction. He quickly attempted to hide the cigarette.

“It’s too late, I already saw it.” You teased as you approached him.

“I am sorry Honey.” He said kicking his feet as he took another drag.

“For what?” You asked dotting his neck with small kisses.

“I have had this weekend planned for months. Now it is all fucked up.” He said taking the last drag of smoke before stomping out the rest.

“It hasn’t even started yet!” You say taking his hands in yours. “The way Jake made it sound, you won’t be gone for very long. We still have plenty of time to spend together before we fly home Monday!”

“I might be able to pull a few strings and get our reservations moved a little later.” He said resting a hand on your waist as your forehead met his.

“If not we can order room service and stay in for the night.” You say in a promiscuous tone.

“I will never say no to that.” He replied with a grin before placing a peck on your lips.

Once everyone was done eating you all returned to the hotel for the boys to get ready for their event. The girls had expressed a great interest in your room while at the meeting. You decided to invite them all up while Josh got ready.

“Danny better reserve this room for us next time!” Nora said as she walked through the door.

“It’s pretty insane, huh?” You said as you lead the girls in, giving them a short tour.

“And you get more champagne?” Hannah asked popping the bottle, and pouring a glass for each of you, as you all found seating on the couches.

Josh stepped out of the bathroom looking as stunning as ever. He wore the same outfit from earlier in the day, he just fluffed up his hair a bit and threw on his signature necklaces. “How do I look ladies?” He asked doing a quick twirl.

“Gorgeous as always Sugar.” You said shooting him a wink

“Like a goblin.” Nora shot at him. You quickly smacked her leg sharply in response. “Okay…Okay, like a well dressed goblin.” She corrected.

“Well this goblin is off to the ball, hopefully my carriage doesn’t turn into a pumpkin.” He laughed at his nonsense, as he walked over to you. “Maybe if you kiss me I become a prince?” He said leaning down meeting his lips to yours. You giggle at his ramblings as he exits the room.

“Now that it is just us girls, I have a surprise!” Jita said hopping over to the door to retrieve a canvas tote bag. She returned back to the couch holding the bag tightly to her chest. “Before I explain the contents of the bag I want you all to know there is no pressure or judgment here. If you do not feel comfortable I totally understand.” You looked at Nora and Hannah who had similar puzzled expressions on their faces. “As we all know the boys will be heading out on tour soon. Now long distance is nothing new for Jake and I but the rest of you haven’t had to experience it quite as much. Take it from someone who has been around the block a time or two it gets rough. But there are things you can do to help ease the hard times. Something Jake and I like to do is exchanging going away presents. We change it up each time but one of his favorites is… pictures.” Jita said as she pulled a Polaroid camera out from the bag. “Now I know this can be intimidating, but I thought while the boys are away we could do a little photo shoot, some going away gifts for our guys. I brought lingerie for everyone to wear, and it would be individual shots only of course, this isn’t anything weird!” She shook her hands defensively worried her words came out wrong.

“I think that sounds like a great idea!” Nora said quickly attempted to reassure Jita.

“I am in!” Hannah said.

“Me too!” You added.

“Oh thank god! I thought for a second you guys were going to think I was a weirdo.” Jita held her chest relieved. She handed you each a lingerie set and one by one you all got changed in the bathroom. Jita had picked out a red set for you. Something more bold than you would normally wear. A sheer lace balconette bra with matching panties and garter belt. Nora was in a similar set but hers was in a deep navy. Hannah had on a floral one piece with lace stockings, Jita was in a angelic white set with pink lace detailing.

Quickly everyone came up with posing and background ideas for one another. You all supported and gassed up each other so much it never felt awkward. It was so much fun and a great memory for you all to look back on in the years to come. One by one you all had your mini photo shoot.

“Oh grab the champagne bottle!” Nora instructed Hannah. She brought the bottle over and handed it to you. “Get in the tub!” Nora said all to excited.

“Nora I am afraid of where this is going.” You laughed as you crawled into the empty tub.

“You will absolutely be pouring that bottle on yourself, just not yet!” She chimed back.

You took a few shots holding the bottle, playing around with different poses and positions in the tub.

“Alright let that baby flow!” Nora cheered as you poured the bottle slowly over your chest and body. The cold bubbles tickling your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine. Jita continued to shoot until the bottle was empty. Finishing off the last pack of film, Jita set the Polaroids on the bed as they finished developing.

“I am going to shower and get ready for my date while you ladies clean up!” You said as you peeled yourself from the sticky bath tub. The girls did just that, finishing up right as you stepped out of the shower. They had all changed back into their clothing from earlier hiding the lingerie in the unsuspecting tote bag. They kept you company as you did your hair and make up. Josh had picked out a few dresses for you to pack so you laid them out on the bed and had them each vote on which one you should wear. They all voted for the black satin dress with rhinestone embellishments that Josh had bought for you just a few weeks ago. You slipped it on with your black strappy heels, finishing the look with a smokey eye and nude lip.

Jita had small decorative envelopes to place each of your pictures in once they finished developing. Each writing your boys name on the back of your envelope before placing your photos inside. You decided to stamp yours with a kiss, transferring your lipstick onto the paper.

Just as you finished tucking away your photos the boys came through the door. You all stayed seated at the couches waiting for them to join you. Suspicious smiles were plastered on all of your faces as the guys found seating next to their partners.

Josh’s hand meet your upper thigh as his whiskey scented breath whispered into your ear. “Mmm my favorite.” He hummed referring to your dress.

“What trouble did you ladies get into today?” Sam asked holding up the empty champagne bottle causing the you to break out into laughter.

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” Hannah teased back at him. He cocked an eyebrow at her with a quizzical smirk.

“I gave the girls some… relationship advice.” Jita said confidently.

“Ooo care to share it with the rest of us?” Danny asked, causing a fit of laughter from the girls.

“I think it’s better if I show you.” Nora said pulling her envelope from behind a cushion and handing it to him.

Jake shot Jita a devious look, instantly knowing what was inside of that envelope.

Danny opened it hesitantly, reaching inside and pulling out a small stack of Polaroids. “OH!” He said with wide eyes as he quickly scanned the photos before placing them safely back in the paper. “That’s some good advice, Thanks Jita!” He said nodding his head and holding two thumbs up in her direction, with a big goofy smile on his face.

Sam, Jake and Josh quickly opened theirs, almost ripping the paper out of excitement.

Jake’s hand met his mouth, dragging his fingers across his lips. Winking at Jita, causing her to giggle as she reached for his arm.

“Holy shit! That’s awesome!” Sam said completely in awe of the pictures in front of him.

“Oh Mama…” Josh said in a lust filled voice. He bit his lip as he tucked the photos back away. “Well Jita feel free to continue sharing any and all relationship advice, especially if it is as valuable as this.” He said holding the envelope up.

“You can’t give away all of our secrets.” Jake said coyly as he stood from the couch. “Alright lets give the lovers some space to get ready for their big date.” He added. Everyone said theirs good nights as they filed out the door. Closing it behind them, you find Josh back at the couch going through the pictures once more.

“Champagne and caviar anyone?” He smirked as he took his time examining each portrait. “I haven’t seen these before.” Holding up one of the pictures, referring to the lingerie set. His bottom lip finding its way between his teeth once more.

“Jita was nice enough to let me keep them… though they are a bit sticky now.” You teased pulling him up from the couch by his hands. Standing to his feet he met your lips with a warm kiss.

“We should head to dinner before I decide to eat you instead.” He hummed into your ear.

“I would normally take you up on that offer, but I am starving!”

Taking the elevator down to the lobby, Josh lead you through the extravagant garden over to where you noted the many restaurants yesterday evening. A Japanese style restaurant and lounge sat at the front of the hotel with a spectacular view of the famous fountain show. The hostess brought you to a small table perfectly placed next to a large window.

“You got here at the perfect time, the next show starts in 5 minutes.” She chimed as she placed menus in front of you before walking off. Looking over the menu neither of you could make a decision so you decided to share a few plates and a bottle of wine. Just as you place your order with the wait staff the fountain begins its roaring display. Josh took your hand as you looked out awestruck by the size and magnitude of the projected water. It was synced to cheesy pop songs that neither of you were very fond of, but gorgeous none the less. As the show came to an end your bottle of red wine was delivered to the table along with two large wine glasses. Taking a sip of the sweet wine, you lowered the glass to find him staring at you with his toothy grin.

“This is absolutely dreamy Sugar.”

“Only the best for my girl.” He said with nerves creeping up in his throat. You could tell something was heavy on his mind. The walk to the restaurant was much more quiet than usual. Brushing it off as nothing more than a bit of jitters for the up coming show.

“Though if I could change one thing, it would be the music!” You said in regards to the fountain.

“Tell me about it! Out of all of the beautiful music in the world they settled on that?!”

“At least give me something with a bluesy bass line!”

“Damn I love you!”

You both sip your wine as you propose a superior playlist for the water show. Josh’s tension still lingering in the background. The various plates ordered were served and covered much of the table. As you both dug into the food, Josh went over the schedule for tomorrow, much of the day would consist of concert preparation. Though a few hours were unaccounted for, hoping to slip away outside of the city for a small adventure.

Plates were cleared as you finished the food in-front of you. Josh insisted on dessert though you knew you couldn’t take one more bite. You slipped away to the restroom the wine having gone through you. As you returned to the table Josh was no longer in his seat. You glanced around to locate him, but you were unsuccessful. You sat alone for a few minutes, swirling your wine as you took in the view.

“Come here often?” He asked startling you slightly as he retook his seat.

“Sorry, I have a boyfriend.” You teased.

“He is one lucky guy.”

“Mhmm, he is.” You hum back before taking a sip from your glass, causing him to chuckle at you.

“I know you don’t want dessert, but…” He started to speak as you hear a waiter approaching from behind you. You turn around to see him carrying a tray with two full champagne glasses and a small dish of what appeared to be ice cream. “Close your eyes!” He said playfully flustered.

“Josh what is going on?” You ask as you shut your lids.

You hear the glasses fizz as they are placed in-front of you. The sweet aroma of vanilla bean teases your nose. Noting a sudden soft clink, as if metal was tapped on glass.

“Okay open!” Josh instructed.

You opened your eyes to see exactly what you had already seen on the tray.

“This looks lovely.” You say slightly confused as to why you had to close your eyes.

“Notice anything?” He said gesturing to the table nervously. You scanned the items in-front of you still unsure of what was happening. You cocked an eyebrow at him and shrugged. “Maybe you should take a sip of your champagne!” He said anxiously handing you the glass. You tip it back welcoming the bubbles past your tongue, you feel a cold metal object tap your lips. Placing the glass down you inspected further, finding a key sitting in the bottom. Still unsure of the meaning of the key you look to Josh for an explanation. “I know we have technically only been “together” for a day, but… I want you to move in… to Jake and I’s place that is.” His said shifting in his seat with a big grin on his face but his tone still uneasy.

“Josh I…” Shocked, you began to speak before he interrupted you.

“We will be gone for most of next year anyway. It seems like a shame for the place to sit empty in our absence. It will be all your’s, expect for when we stop in for a few days off here and there. Then it will be our’s.” He looked back at you for an answer with the warmest of smiles sitting on his face.

“Of course I will move in with you Sugar.” You said holding back tears of joy. He practically jumped across the table to find your lips. Your hands met his cheeks, they were flushed red and hot to the touch.

“That took way less convincing than I thought it would!” He said as he sat back down. The tension finally melting off of him.

“No convincing necessary! Though I do have obligations to Nora…” You added referring to your shared apartment.

“Already taken care of!”

“How so?”

“I told her she could move in too or I would take care of the rent for the remainder of her lease.” He explained nonchalantly. “She chose to move in, something about me not being able to get rid of her that easily.” He said through a laugh.

“I love you so much.” You squeaked out through your slightly intoxicated emotional state.

“I still love you more!” He popped back before downing his glass and taking your hand. “Now lets blow this joint baby!” He said theatrically as he lifted you from your seat.

The rest of evening was spent tangled between the sheets, taking your time proclaiming your love to each and every bit of one another’s bodies. Occasionally giggling as you discussed your excitement for living together. You did not have to think about moving in with Josh because he was your home.

The next morning slipped in through the windows once more. The sun gently pried your eyes open as you rolled over to find Josh spread out like a starfish, completely naked, ass up and snoring so loud you were sure the hotel across the road could hear him. You chuckled to yourself as you grabbed your phone to take a picture of such a spectacular site. *Click* Your phone shutter gives you away. Josh throws one eye open as you pull your phone behind your back.

“I heard that.” He mumbled playfully as his eyes closed shut once more.

“I am surprised you could hear anything over your snoring!” You teased back.

“I do not snore!” He retaliates jumping up with his finger pointed in the air.

“Whatever you say sugar! You should probably get back to sleep, you have a big night ahead of you!”

“I hope it end in a bang.” Shooting you a wink as he hopped out of bed and slipped into his jeans.

“I am serious Josh you need your rest!” You cross your arms as you watch him pull on a shirt and shoes.

“And miss such a beautiful morning with my Honey?” He said as he walked over to place a kiss on your cheek. “Get dressed, we are going for a drive.” Placing a short swat to your ass before he turned to walk out the door.

There was a state park he mentioned at dinner the night before. Assuming he was taking you there you found some comfortable and warm clothes. It was a bit chilly that day though the sun was shining with not a cloud in the sky. Quickly you get dressed and complete your morning routine.

“Cars here!” He chimed as he walked back into the room right as you finished slipping on your shoes. Once more you returned to the lobby, this time he lead you out the front doors to the valet to find a black two door jeep wrangler. The valet tosses him the keys as he runs over to open your door. Offering you a hand as you step up into the lifted vehicle. Taking the drivers seat he begins navigating north. The landscape suddenly transforms as you leave the city. Flashy hotels being replaced by towering desert formations and yucca plants as far as the eye could see.

“How long is the drive?” You asked as watched the sunlight glow around his profile.

“About 45 minutes.” He answers as you search Spotify for some good driving music. Settling on An Evening with John Denver. The Music is You gently fills the car, your gaze still glued on him as he softly sings along. The scenery, his angelic presence, the orange glow of the morning light and the beautiful music flooded you with warmth and comfort. “It’s beautiful out here.” He spoke sweetly over the next song.

“Mhmm it is.” You hummed back through a grin, eyes still glued on him.

“Honey, are you even taking in the view?” He giggled as he questioned you.

“I am taking in my favorite view.” You cooed back as his hand pulled yours up to his lips for a drawn out kiss.

Entering the park the terrain transformed into vibrant shades of red, pink and orange. Mountain goat herds greeted the morning sun off in the distance. He slowly drove you through the winding black top roads of the park. Your eyes drifting from his face to the breathtaking landscape.

“Let’s get a few shots.” Josh said pulling out his vintage film camera as he parked off the main road. Slipping from the car into the chill morning air was exhilarating. You walked together until he found the perfect angle. Shooting for a few minutes at a time you start to wonder ahead of him on the trail. Enveloped in the energy of the desert you lose track of time. Coming out of your trance you turn around to find Josh has been filming you.

“I am not camera ready!” You chirp hiding your face behind your hands playfully. He runs over to you, as he turns the camera on to himself. Once close enough his lips meet yours for a passionate kiss, camera still filming. You pepper his lips with kisses and continue to hide your face this time in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t be shy Mama, the camera loves you!” He exclaims, returning to filming the scenery. He grabs a few more shots before you return to the Jeep.

“My turn!” You grab the camera from him as you hop back in your seat. He had shown you once or twice how to use it, fumbling through the mechanics you managed to start filming as he took the drivers seat. Flashing you a goofy smile before starting the car, he gave a theatrical performance of what you could only explain as a 1950’s instructional video on how to start a car. The car filled with laughter as you finished your drive through the park and eventually back into the hustle and bustle of sin city.

The day passed quickly. Returning to the hotel with just a few minutes to spare before having to head down to sound check. Sound check took longer than normal as they adjusted the sound to best fit the colossal arena. The guys were clearly nervous, Danny could hardly stand still, bouncing his leg and flicking his drum sticks. Josh was pacing around the stage, while Jake fumbled a few notes. Sam though attempting to maintain his cool exterior was babbling more than normal, a dead give away to his nerves.

“Fuck.” Jake grunted after hitting the wrong chord.

“I think it sounds great!” Hannah attempted to lighten the mood. She was sitting on the floor in-front of the stage with the other girls. Josh had asked you to go to the upper bowl and make sure the sound quality was still up to par there as well. The guys wanted the show to be enjoyable for the entire audience not just the fans on the floor.

Sam called you to confirm everything sounded okay.

“Sounds great!” You exclaimed over the speaker of his phone. “You guys look so little from up here!” You teased.

“That’s how Josh always looks.” Jake added, easing some of his tension.

“You do realize we are the same height?” Josh questioned his twin.

“Can I come down now?” You giggled over the phone.

“Meet us in the green room, Honey.” Josh said through the microphone echoing against the walls of the empty building. Following instructions you made your way to the green room. As you explored the hall ways, posters for the nights event were displayed on every wall. The bands cases were stacked up around every corner. You noticed Josh’s wardrobe sat out side of the green room door. You entered the room to find Jake and Sam seated across from one another at a table, legs bouncing as they sip on a little liquid courage. Danny and Nora were tangled together on the couch, attempting to nap.

“Where are the other three?” You asked Jake as you walked up to the table.

“Dressing room.” He said with an eye roll, pointing a finger towards a silver door across the room.

“He can’t make up his mind about which jumpsuit to wear.” Sam let out a tired chuckle.

“Frontman behavior…” You tease walking up to the metallic door. It flies open before you could even get another word out. A panicked Josh was at one end of the room, still dressed in his clothes he had slipped on that morning. Hannah and Jita stood around a clothing rack filled with his custom jumpsuits.

“Thank god.” Hannah mumbled under her breath as she moved to exit the room.

“Good luck.” Jita whispered as she followed Hannah out the door.

Josh shuffled through his wardrobe pulling a gold jumpsuit and a red jumpsuit. “Which one?” He asked flustered as he held up both options.

“Neither!” You responded quickly.

“Honey, I am serious. I can’t go out there naked.”

“I don’t think anyone would complain if you did.” You hummed flirtatiously scanning your finger along the hangers in front of you. “Ah here she is!” You exclaim removing a black velvet jumpsuit from the rack. Adorned with gold detailing that compliments the outfits of the other three boys.

“I wore that last time we played with Metallica.” He half objected.

“Great minds think alike my love.” You cooed walking over to him to hand off the garment. He leaned in stealing a peck before pulling away to let out a big yawn. “Now that the wardrobe crisis is resolved, can I convince you to take a nap before hair and make up?” You asked stroking a hand through his curls.

His head leaned into your touch as his eyes closed blissfully, “You have been known to be pretty persuasive.” He hummed.

With the green room couch already occupied by Danny and Nora, you sneak out of the room and down the winding arena hall ways in search of a room with a couch or something soft to sleep on. Josh opens doors behind you while you go slightly ahead to keep look out.

“Victory!” Josh cheers too loudly as he finds a storage room filled with various chairs, tables and couches. You shush him as you run over to join him, locking the door behind you. You locate a few table cloths to use as blankets while Josh pushes two couches together to make something resembling a bed.

“How glamorous.” You teased climbing into your make shift napping location. Josh following your lead snuggles up next to you wrapping you both in the fabric table cloths.

“As long as you are by my side I will sleep like a baby.” He said through another yawn as he nuzzled his head into your neck. With is seconds he was asleep. You set an alarm on your phone before dozing off with him.

“Grab these tables!” You heard a mans voice yell over rattling keys as the door clicked unlocked. Josh grumbled and you quickly threw a hand over his mouth to tell him to keep quiet. His eyes met yours and a grin formed under your palm. A couple of men and women walked into the room, the couches you had chosen sat at the back of the room, behind a stack of chairs, making it so you could not see them and they could not see you. A few tables are shuffled out and you hold your breath as they lock the door once more after exiting the room.

“Pffff” The air you had been holding in your lungs rushes out along with laughter. You remove your hand from Josh’s mouth and he too finds comedy in the situation. Giggling like two teenagers who had just been caught kissing under the bleachers. Checking the time on your phone you realize you had slept through your alarms. With several missed calls from Nora and Jake you open your text messages.

From Jake

You guys can fuck later, Josh is due in hair and make up in 15

From Nora

FYI Jake’s mad because everyone is running late, go figure!

From Jake

Where the hell is Josh?!

From Nora

Jake is fuming, probably best to flea the country and start a new life in Mexico together!

From Jake

I am going to assume you are both dead, if not, you will wish you were.

“Shit we over slept and Jake is sending death threats.” You groaned showing Josh the string of text messages.

“That’s just a normal Friday for him!” Josh teased getting up from the couch before offering you a hand. He popped his head out of the door, looking around to make sure the coast was clear. Once confirmed he waves for you to follow him out of the door. You follow his lead tiptoeing down the hallway until you approach the green room door. You press your ear to the door but hear nothing.

“Oh you are fucking dead!” Jake approaches behind you, grabbing the back of Josh’s shirt into his fist, while the other hand finds your shoulder.

“Jake its my fault…” You started to explain.

“No, it’s not…” Josh interrupted.

“I don’t care whose fault it is! Get your ass in there and get ready! We are on in two hours!” Jake shoved Josh lightly as you opened the door to the green room and filed in. Sammy and Danny were already dressed with hair and make up done. Jake was also already wearing his suit for the evening. Jita, Hannah and Nora were all dressed to impress while you remained in your leggings and Sherpa jacket you had thrown on that morning. You took a seat in the chair next to Josh as the stylist took over prepping him.

“I love your look for tonight.” Nora teased as she pulled on your jacket.

“I guess I forgot a change of clothes.” You shrugged.

“There is still time to head back to the hotel and change.” Jita explained.

You did just that, quickly taking the van back to the hotel with the girls you slipped into one of the outfits Josh had picked out. It was the black slip dress you had worn to the first concert in nashville. Pairing it very similarly to how you did that night you added black chunky boots, and gold jewelry. You spiced up your make up look a bit with gold eyeshadow and winged liner. Nora saved some time and helped style your hair down. Once ready you rushed back to the venue with 20 minutes to spare before the boys were to take the stage. Finding four reserved seats on Sam’s side of the stage. All of you vibrating with anticipation as you waited for the boys to take the stage.

“Here we go!” Jita chimed in response to the lights dimming.

Danny came out first as always, followed by Sam and Jake. You stood from your seat to look over at side stage just as Josh was walking out. His gaze searching for you until his eyes met yours, blowing you a kiss and handing security a rose to save for you. He took the stage grabbing up the remaining bouquet of white roses along the way. As the other three began to play Josh tossed roses to the crowd. The familiar intro to Heat Above came across the speakers as the whole crowd erupted into cheers. A truly ethereal experience. The crowd feeding off of the music and the band feeding off of the crowd. An exchange of musical energy you never grew tired of watching. Their entire set had goose bumps spread across your body. As they left the stage, security ushered you to the side stage to meet them behind the curtain. Josh now drenched ran to you like he had done so many months ago this time a white rose in hand. Picking you up and spinning you around until his feet lost their rhythm. The two of you crash to the ground in a fit of giggles. Danny offered you each a hand up, laughing at your antics.

“That was magical!” You cheered as you followed the group back to the green room, one arm tightly wrapped around Josh and the other around your first rose. His hair was damp with perspiration much like the rest of his body. The velvet jumpsuit clung to his skin a little tighter and a bead of moisture dripped deliciously down his exposed sternum. You bit your lip watching him as you entered the green room. He left your side to grab a bottle of water. Tilting his head back to chug down the cold liquid, exposing his neck, veins still dilated from the excitement of the evening. Adams apple bobbing seductively with each gulp. You had it bad and you needed him, now. You watched his hands closely as they placed the lid back on the bottle, wishing they were on you. Josh took note of your hyper focus and flashed you a quizzical smirk. “Is it hot in here or is it just me?” You teased, fanning yourself with your hand. Josh caught on, his tongue finding its way across his bottom lip as he walked back over to you.

“Hopefully the box has better air conditioning than the green room!” Sam responded.

“Box?” You questioned.

“Yeah, we reserved a box to watch Metallica’s set!” Danny chimed.

“Great…” You mumbled under your breath. Not thrilled with the idea of waiting any longer to get Josh alone. Josh let out a flustered chuckle at your slightly bratty behavior.

“Help me take my jumpsuit off Mama.” He whispered as his hand grazed up the delicate slit at the front of your thigh.

“Mmm my pleasure.” You hummed following him into the dressing room, his hand now migrating further up the dress as you close the door behind you. Pressed up against the door his hand reaching towards your core. You are dripping for him. His fingers delicately pull your thong down to your thighs. He gets on his knees in-front of you taking the elastic band between his teeth as he guides them off of your legs, tossing them across the room. His eyes grow dark as you look down at him. His hands walk back up your legs until one meets your core and the other the swell of your ass, pushing up the skirt of the dress just enough to gain access. His lips take their time as they slowly place kisses on the inside of each thigh until burying into you. Your hand flys down to his still sweaty hair, offering a small tug, that triggers a moan to slip from his lips and vibrate into your sensitive bud. Teasing your entrance with his fingers while his tongue works over your clit. His fingers glide into you effortlessly, curling them to hit the perfect spot. Your knees buckle but he takes his free hand to support you at your hips. Soft moans escape through your bitten lips.

“That’s a good girl, staying quiet for me.” Josh cooed into your inner thigh before returning his tongue to your core. His pace was slower now, he was taking his time with you, which normally you would find romantic, but today it felt like torture. Exactly his goal.

“Josh I need you.” You groaned desperately still tugging at his curls.

“I know.” He cooed deviously as he removed his fingers from your core, dripping in your slick. He stood to his feet placing one hand against the door as he leaned over you. “Open Mama.” He commanded. You did as he said opening your mouth to let his wet digits in. Once the pads were flush with your tongue you closed your lips around them, sucking them clean. His eyes watched you with intent as his breath hitched in his throat. Opening up once more to release him, he pulls his fingers out leaving a string of saliva suspended between the two of you. He wipes your lips with his thumb before hovering his face just above yours. You can taste his breath and feel his radiating warmth.

“I am going to give you what you want but I need you to keep your usual pretty noises to a minimum for me. Can you do that?” He said keeping his eyes locked on your lips.

“No promises.” You said flustered as you leaned in towards his lips. His hand quickly meeting your chin, taking it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Don’t get bratty with me love, we don’t have time for that right now.”

“I’ll be quiet I promise.” You said crashing your lips into his. His tongue meeting yours while your hands traveled over the soft black velvet of his jumpsuit, stopping once they found the zipper that ran down his toned stomach. With his lips still locked with your, his arms shimmied the sleeves off of his shoulders as you pulled the zipper as low as it would go. He made quick work pulling it down and kicking it off one leg at a time. Only leaving your touch for a second to pull it over his feet. He stood there in front of you glistening in sweat, rhinestones still adorning his rosy cheeks, curls wildly sitting on top of his head. “You are so pretty.” You whispered taking a step closer to him. A blush spread across his face.

“You’re the pretty one Honey.” He cooed hiding his face in your neck. “Now be a good girl and turn around for me.” He said with a small nip to your neck, followed by a soft kiss over the soon to bruise flesh. You did as he said, turning around and lifting the dress up over your hips. His hands traveled gently over your curves before landing a heated palm across your ass. You bit your lip once more to keep in your excitement. He grabs his rock hard cock in one hand while the other one snakes around your hips to meet your pulsing clit. “Are you ready Mama?” He teased through shaky breath.

“You know I am, don’t make me beg.”

“Oooo we may have time for that.” He said as his finger began slowly circling your bud.

Giving into his game, “Please I need to feel you inside of me.” You begged.

“You are so good for me.” He said while peppering kisses on your shoulder as he gently entered you. You held your breath in an attempt to keep quiet. He felt you relax around him as you took him all the way in. Finding his rhythm, you braced yourself against the cold metal door. Your head fell between your shoulders giving you a nice view of his hand still busy on your clit.

“Fuck…” Slipped from your lips as ecstasy took over your body.

“You feel so damn good...” Josh moaned as he threw his head back. His pace grew faster and you could feel his hips falter as he was close to his climax. With every thrust you could hear Josh’s sweaty skin slap against your ass. Though it was music to your ears, the rest of the group quickly cleared out of the green room once they caught on to the activities happening on the other side of the dressing room door. A deep growl poured from Josh’s mouth.

“What happened to being quiet?” You teased.

“Fuck that… I want to hear my pretty girl come..” Josh managed through heated grunts.

As if his words were magic, you spilled over into your orgasm. Your breathing uneven, a string of curses left your lips followed by, “Josh.” Sweetly falling from your flushed mouth as the waves crashed over you.

“That’s it Mama.” Josh said working you through your high. Your legs began to shake from the overstimulation. Josh took note pulling out but continuing to stroke himself. “Can you do one more thing for me good girl?” He hummed as you turned to face him. You knew exactly what he wanted. Getting on your knees in front of him you pulled your hair back with one hand while the other found a spot on his hip. Your own slick dripping between your legs as you stuck out your tongue in anticipation. With a few quick strokes his warm cum met your tongue. Josh’s lust filled eyes were locked on the sight infront of him. You took down every last drop then licked him clean before returning to your feet. Josh placed gentle kisses on each of your cheeks followed by a lingering kiss on your lips.

“So… is this our new after show tradition?” He said into your ear followed by a nervous chuckle.

“Defiling green rooms across the nation.” You teased, parting from him to find your panties across the room. Josh followed your lead locating his clothes from earlier in the day. Putting on your clothing each of you freshen up in the mirror, Josh fussed with his hair while you fixed yours. Josh’s hands paused mid fluff as he caught site of you in the mirror. A small amount of him still left on your face. He walked up behind you, placed his head on your shoulder before snaking an arm around your side. He shot you a grin in the mirror as his thumb wiped across your bottom lip. Taking his thumb to his mouth he licked it before wiping his now damp digit across your lip once more, making sure it was clean. Placing a kiss on your cheek he took your hand.

“Are you ready my love?” He cooed into your ear as he guided you out of the green room towards the upper level of the building where the private boxes were located. Security stood in front of the door checking badges to grant access into the room.

Having forgotten your badges Josh approached the tall bearded security guard, “Hey man, my girl and I forgot our passes, but I am the lead singer for the opening band. My brothers are in there now.” He said pointing at the door.

“I’ve heard that one before buddy.” He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Turning around you were about to head back to go collect your badges when you caught sight of Sam, walking down the hall way with a bottle of tequila in hand.

“Hey!” You hollered getting his attention. Sam shot you a goofy grin as we waddled over to meet you. “We forgot our badges, mind helping us out?” You asked with a chuckle.

“Classic!” Sam laughed as you all approached security once more. “They are with me.” He said shooting finger guns in true younger sibling fashion. The guard avoiding eye contact quietly opened the door allowing the three of you to enter. The suite was massive, fully catered with a well stocked bar. Though apparently not having the type of tequila Sam preferred. “Care to do the honors?” Sam asked handing you the bottle.

“Absolutely not.” Josh intercepted the bottle before it reached your fingers. “My girlfriend is not your full time bartender.” Josh directed at Sam who held up his hands in defense. A blush grew across your face. You didn’t mind making drinks for the group. Most of the time you enjoyed being the bands bartender. It was fun and the guys loved to try the new and sometimes strange drinks you would throw together. Thought this protective side of Josh was endearing to say the least.

“Girlfriend?” Jake shot from across the room with a smug grin creeping up on his face.

“I have heard him say it a few times on this trip.” Danny chimed in with a similar cocky smile.

“Took you long enough!” Nora teased Josh as she walked over to grab a drink.

“I think I hear wedding bells!” Sam said playfully motioning with his hand to his ear as if he heard something off in the distance.

“Or possibly a crying baby?” Jake continued to tease. Causing a blush to grow across Josh’s face as well.

“Y/n’s birth control is putting in over time!” Nora added. The group now rolling with laughter as they poke light hearted fun at your relationship.

“Alright thats enough!” Josh said through his own laughter. “You can all just FUCK OFF!”

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[shootingpuckgoss]

Idk how reliable this is so with like any other gossip on here take it with a grain of salt. But one of my cousins friends who goes to Umich said that the girls who are part of sororities are literally in competition with one another on who can sleep with the most guys (especially athletes ones) and hockey players are usually their target since their the easiest to get at. So I wouldn’t be surprised if part of the reason why Sammy is with Jack is to brag about it with her friends

Ew literally that’s so fucking gross get him BETTERRRR PLEASE GOD

[dragonbma]

More for the Vos Possession AU: (Adding on to why Jack thought Vos had died)

TW: death again, sorry-

In the guardian room of the Sea Temple, the trio had split up to take on the two elder guardians blocking their path: Vos & Sammy (left) and Jack (right). Things quickly went awry when both elder guardians focused their beams on Sammy, killing her instantly and scattering her inventory pile where we find it in game. (From what we see, Sammy had a bow so idk if they tried to use it or ran for the sponges or what-) Immediately following Sammy’s death, Vos (being close behind) stumbled back in shock and onto a hidden pressure plate. This triggered one of the temple’s traps, the obsidian cages…

[The way I imagine these traps work is there are hidden pressure plates directly under the cages on the ceiling. When stepped on, the bottom of the cage will open, the cage itself will fall onto the unsuspecting person, and the floor of the cage will snap shut. After a few minutes, the trap “resets” and the chain hoists it back up to the ceiling. However, the pressure plate disappears if the cage detects someone inside. The only way to open a locked cage is to either kill the elder guardians and break the obsidian with a diamond pickaxe or progress through the room by unlocking the door with the gauntlet.]

…Vos was still very much in shock from watching his friend get obliterated less than five blocks in front of him. When the cage fell, he didn’t even react; he was too focused on what happened to Sammy. Jack on the other hand snapped out of the immediate shock after hearing the trap fall. He ran over just in time to hear a scraping noise emanating from the cage. Fearing the worst, he pounded on the walls of the cage and frantically called out to Vos. (What was actually the sound of the cage floor closing, Jack mistook as a mechanism inside the trap crushing its inhabitant.) After almost a minute with no responses from Vos, Jack heard the elder guardians charging up for another attack and dashed out of the room.

Vos finally snapped out of it after five minutes, but by that time Jack had already fled the room. His calls to his friend fell on deaf ears as Jack was far out of earshot. Looking through his bags, he found nothing useful for his predicament. A short while later, he felt the cage being lifted back up to the ceiling. The weight of everything that had just happened finally dawned on him, and he curled up in a corner of the cage and began sobbing (mostly for Sammy.) Jack had his breakdown when he reached the island they had previously used to stash the diving helmets. Afterwards, he put his helmet back in the chest and buried it, never wanting to see the gear or the temple ever again.

(Bonus!) Guardian Headcanons:

Regular guardians fire the lasers we see in game. These lasers don’t inflict much damage, but the guardians can track a target with the laser to continuously deal damage every few seconds. This laser also has a chance to stun prey.

Elder guardians can fire a second, more concentrated laser. To do this, they must lock onto the prey first; they cannot follow a target while firing as it expends too much energy. (They usually only use this when threatened or when they have someone cornered.)

The second laser type was the one that killed Sammy.

[+Added some updates to the original AU post.]

[batllethinker]

no bc the way that i feel like aussie camp would be the most hectic camp ever

just kyra being a complete and utter menace

sammy not knowing wtf to do

steffy being the perfect sub alive and just wanting to be there for everyone + letting anybody and everyone use her even though she knows it’s wrong and it’ll get her in trouble

mary would also be the sweetest most perfect sub i feel

idk other thoughts lol just the first ones that come to mind

I feel like Cait wouldn't cause any direct trouble but get dragged into it by Macca and Lani.

Ellie just likes to hang out with the others, maybe get in trouble when the others are

Teagan, Ellie, Court and Mary usually just hang out but when they get bored it gets chaotic.

Kyra usually target her ausenal teammates the most so it gets really whiny and chaotic and one of their doms usually have to be called.

Also Kyra cuddling up with Mini after every day, absolutely exhausted from messing with everybody and really only calming down with her

Oh, Ky and Charli also love to mess eachother

[digi-dest-stories]

Miraculous Destiny AU Lore

Description of some important characters in the beginning AU

In the beginning, identities are not revealed and no one but the main and the admins have miraculous.

Also the school combines middle school and high school. Why? Mostly because it helps keep most of the cast together

Main-

Reiner: The wielder of the Black Cat Miraculous, hero name Dark Claw (affectionately called 'Alley Cat' by Glitter Lucky). As Dark Claw, he is a stoic and stern protector, who wants to deal with Akumas and Digimon as fast as he can. Despite his tough and rough exterior, he's actually a pretty nice guy. He's protective of Lucky, treating her like his own little sister (gee, wonder why) and kind to any of the young civillians or Akuma victims that they run into. The children of the town seem to favor him as a hero, though that's not to say he doesn't have people who see him as 'too dangerous and scary'.

In his civillian life, he is a young man working multiple jobs, trying to make rent for his family's apartment and to hopefully own his own restaurant some day in the future. He has gained a reputation as being some sort of tough guy that used to lead a gang (albeit reluctantly). He still keeps in touch with some of the members, even though the 'gang' has long since disbanded. It's heard that he's seen talking to someone at his street stall late at night, but it's unknown as to who. His gang has been trying to spy on him and find out who it is, but he kicks them out the moment he sees them.

Sammi: The wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous, hero name Glitter Lucky (affectionately nicknamed Glitterbug by Dark Claw). As Glitter Lucky, she is a hyperactive and excited hero, eager to use her abilities as much as she can. She's childish, she's scrappy, and she's fast. People are entertained by her antics, but DC does have to rein her in from time to time. They still have a job to do, after all. She doesn't like being treated as a little kid, but it's a bit hard when everyone else treats her that way. People jokingly call her a 'magical girl', which she feels is approrpiate for her.

In her civillian life, she's a little more reserved and somewhat of a loner. Most people consider her weird, though they don't know her very well due to her being sick most of the time. She's an enjoyer of animes, video games, and, of course, Zombie Cat. Her closest friends are (OCs) Alicia S., Blake K., and Tobias R.. She was recently assigned a tutor to help her keep up with the schoolwork she misses, but this tutor ends up being her biggest bully, Henrietta Pasternak. She doesn't like the arrangement, but she needs it for her grades and Henrietta is an actually good tutor.

~~~~

Secondary-

Gary: The eldest child of the Pasternak family. He's not exactly a memerable character, always fading into the background. He works under a friend of his father's, who treats him rather poorly, and stays out for long hours, seemingly trying to avoid going back to his house for as long as he can. He used to have a passion for magic, but doesn't really practice it anyore due to it now being good for his father's image. He only usually hangs out with his college friend Liam, if he even has the time to.

Henrietta: The youngest child of the Pasternak family. She keeps the image of a prim, proper, and successful child, though only when around her family or in the general public eye. When at school with her friends, she's a bully and is never caught or punished because of her status as the mayor's daugther. Her favorite target has been Sammi and her friends. Recently though, she's been assigned to tutor Sammi, which is an arrangement that neither of them like. But, she needs it to keep up her image, and Sammi's not too bad company...

E.R.: A young man with a big heart and relaxed demenaor. He's not the smartest person around, but he is the most reliable and outgoing. He usually goes along with whatever is going on around him. A lot of people like him, for good and bad reasons. He's well known for getting himself injured due to some rather dangerous or impractical stunts, earning himself the nickname "E.R." due to almost constantly being in the ER. Some people like to record his stunts just for views, though he'd rather they not.

Riot: A former, well-known bully who is trying hard to redeem himself, though the fact he keeps getting into fights is not helping his case. He's loud, boisterous, and somewhat hotheaded, but also rather crafty. He likes working with his hands, being a somewhat skilled mechanic working at his uncle's shop. He and E.R. tend to hang out a lot, with E.R. usually acting as his medic after fights. Their friendship is surprising to most, given as Riot used to bully the former heavily. He admires the heroes a lot and sometimes wishes to join them.

Grayson: A quiet and introverted young man, who prefers to just stay in his own technological world. He's an intern at Reddington Co., directly under Simon himself. He is completely unaware of his boss's secrets. He is also a big fan of the superheroes, creating a website about them that details who they are, their observed abilites, and their fights. Digimon are of a great interest to him as well, given their surprising and sudden appearance. He has made his own separate website just to study them.

???: The little guy who stores some of the Miraculous and delivers them. He shows up to help if the heroes need it, but is otherwise popping up randomly around town.

Mrs. Takeshi: Sammi and Reiner's mom. She's a tired but kind woman who does her best to support her children. Like Reiner, she works multiple jobs to help meet rent, pay for Sammi's hospital bills, and to secretly save up for a family restaurant to share with her children. She's not around a lot, but she makes up for that by making big family dinners for them to eat.

~~~~

Admins/Guardians-

Lucia: One of the original heroes and now a retired guardian. She's a reserved and somewhat eccentric young woman, covered in a long cloak. She was the Guardian of the Ladybug miraculous, but had sent it away due to her discovery of Simon's plans. She was also able to send out a message to her fellow Admins before she was taken by HiAndromon and hidden away. Her current status is unknown, but the other Admins are trying to find her after her message reached them. She is unharmed as a captive, though her Miraculous and Digivice had been taken away.

Jordan: One of the original heroes and now a retired guardian. He keeps tabs on the Digital World, trying to ensure the peace and stability of it while also juggling his duties as a Guardian. He had gone into hiding after HiAndromon's attempt to take the Black Cat Miraculous. He now tries to keep tabs on the two new heroes that have appeared in town, his former ally's activities as a villain, and the locations of the other Admins. This, on top of his other job already protecting the Digital World. It's hard, but at least he has Meteormon around to help him out.

Simon: One of the original heroes who has become a villain, now wielding the Butterfly Miraculous. For one reason or another, he has become bitter and is now obssessed with creating a 'perfect' world. He Akumatizes both humans and digimon in order to obtain the Black Cat and Ladybug. Outside of this, he just appears as a normal successful and benevolent businessman, running a huge tech company (Which also helps keep him connected to the Digital World). He has also created a TV show that showcases his and his friends adventures as DigiDestined, disguising it as a cartoon.

[jumblejen]

We Were Always Going to End Up Together - Ch 16

Suptober 22, Day 16: Red

On AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/112572772

(Or read from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42237885/chapters/106051008)

“Thanksgiving is next week,” stated Dean a little nervously.

“So it is.” Cas’ voice came from the general vicinity of the couch, but Dean could barely see the top of his head from where Dean stood in the kitchen.

“Do you have plans?”

“Not really. Why? Do you?”

Dean walked over to the couch where Cas was sprawled. He sat up to make room for Dean as he approached the couch with a couple of sodas and some popcorn. “We have this tradition and, um, well, I, uh…”

“Dean.”

“Sorry. Yeah. So. Ellen, she owns the Roadhouse and is sort of like an aunt? But isn’t, anyway. She closes for the holiday, obviously, but then holds a big Thanksgiving meal for friends, family, regulars. So, uh, usually we go there. And I wondered if you would come with me.”

“By we you mean…”

“Sammy and me. And Eileen usually too. She doesn’t have much in the way of family.”

“Won’t Ellen mind that I’m crashing?”

“What? No. No, man. There’s like 30 people coming and so one more won’t matter. And even if it did, Ellen’s always been after me to bring someone to dinner.”

“Have you never brought someone?”

“Nah. Most of them it never seemed quite right. Or they had family to see that day too. Well, one time I brought Charlie, you remember, red hair? from the corn maze? Anyway, Ellen was pleased as punch until she realized that there was absolutely nothing romantic going on between us. Then she got a little testy.”

“Will Charlie be there this year?”

“Hell yeah. She’s kinda carrying a torch for Jo. So she keeps coming back and one of these days those two crazy kids might actually kiss.”

“Did you and Jo ever?”

“God no. One, Ellen woulda killed me seeing as I am quite a bit older than her precious baby girl. And two, Jo’s always been like a little sister to me. Not saying she never had a crush on me, but it wasn’t ever going anywhere.”

“So Jo is Ellen’s daughter.”

“Yup.

“Hmmm. Sure. I’ll go with you.”

“Really?!”

Cas smiled broadly. “Of course, Dean. I think you should ask Benny to come too.”

“You do?”

“He’s your friend. Unless he usually has plans for the holiday.”

“I mean, he’s mostly alone in the world too. But you really want my ex there?”

“I think that it would mean a lot to him to have you invite him. And he’s your friend.” Cas’ face was perfectly neutral.

“So you want to mess with Sam.” Dean narrowed his eyes at Cas.

A minuscule smile crossed Cas’ face. “A little.”

“Uh huh.”

“Would you not want to have Benny there?”

“I mostly just want to spend it with you. And Charlie of course. I think Benny would get along with everyone else.”

“Except Sam?”

“With thirtyish people there I kinda figure Sam can just not talk to Benny beyond saying hi.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have suggested it. It is a little petty.”

“It’s not like I’m a big fan of how all our conversations seem to go lately.”

“Especially after all you did for him?”

“It’s not really about that. I was happy to do those things for Sam. Looking after him has always been my job. Part of it is how he sometimes reminds me of dad and like he has a right to dictate where my life goes. I have a good life, don’t I?”

“From what I’ve seen, you seem to like it.”

Dean laid his head on Cas’ shoulder. “What about Gabe?”

“That would be introducing a whole new level of chaos to the day.”

“He’s your family.”

“I’ll ask him. Not sure he’ll be able to make it to town.”

“I’d like to meet him. Properly this time.”

“There’s nothing proper about Gabriel.”

Dean smiled. He figured that would be a good distraction to throw at Sam if he started being an ass about anything. Everything Cas ever said about Gabe seemed like he would be the perfect weapon to launch towards Sam. “Sounds like fun.”

“As long as he’s not targeting you?”

“Pretty much!”

They sat their together, Dean leaning on Cas, just existing. It was nice. Dean couldn’t remember if he ever felt this relaxed and comfortable being with another person. Even with Sam and Dad, there were always things to be on the watch for. Was Dad’s mood changing? Was Sam about to start an argument? Did he need to feed anyone? Smooth any ruffled feathers? Strategize how to sweet-talk the motel manager into letting them stay a little longer or convince them their Dad was really staying there too? It had always been high alert back then. Even after Sam left for school and Dad kept in touch more and more sporadically, there was never anyone Dean felt like he could really be himself with, really just…be. This was nice. It felt like freedom somehow, just sitting on this couch.

“Dean?”

“Yeah Cas?”

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“With what? Inviting Benny and Gabriel? Yeah. It really is a ‘the more the merrier’ sort of situation. And I will totally give Ellen a heads up as soon as either of them say they’re coming. Ellen is cool with adding more people, but I’m not stupid enough to not tell her ahead of time.”

“Not that. Or…well, not just that.”

“What then?”

Cas sighed. “Are you sure I should be there. We’ve only known each other a month and a half and this is a pretty big family holiday.”

Dean took his head off Cas’ shoulder so he could shift on the couch and face him. “Hey. I want you there. I brought it up and everything. I know all this is still fairly new, but it wouldn’t seem right, celebrating without you. I’d spend the whole day wondering what you were doing and wishing you were there. Now, if you had other plans already, I wouldn’t mention it but if it’s just you sitting alone at home? Seems wrong when you could come join us.”

“If you’re sure...”

“I am. Wait. Cas, does my Thanksgiving sound like too much too soon to you? It’s a bunch of people, sure, but if you aren’t comfortable, we can do something else at your place. I don’t have to go.”

Dean blinked in surprise as Cas turned toward him with a big grin. “We’re going to go in circles forever at this rate.”

Dean laughed. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“I promise that I wouldn’t say yes if I was uncomfortable.”

“I promise that I wouldn’t offer if I was uncomfortable.” Dean leaned in and kissed Cas, a quick peck on the lips.

“Are you going to invite Benny?”

“Only if you invite Gabriel.”

“You sure it won’t be too much? Not for Ellen, but maybe antagonizing your brother isn’t a good idea.”

Dean thought for a moment. “You know, I say let’s go for it. He’s been on my ass about work stuff that I definitely don’t want for so long, I say he’s earned it.”

“Has it been more than just the promotion that never existed?”

“Yeah. He kinda pushed me into going to school and doing this sort of work. Office work, I mean. I doubt this is where I would’ve ended up without him in my face all the time.”

“Where would you have ended up otherwise?”

Dean considered for a bit. “Not sure. Probably working with my hands more. I used to help out at a family friend’s garage fixing cars. Coulda stuck with that.”

Cas didn’t say anything to that, just looked at Dean as if there was nothing to say. It was very loud to Dean, who was beginning to realize how strongly Sam’s influence had forced him away from the grease and the engines and down a different path. Did it matter though? Probably not. No. Dean was okay with where he was. Cas leaned forward and kissed Dean’s nose, breaking Dean out of his contemplative mood.

Shifting to once again lean against Cas, Dean snuggled closer. “I’m gonna text Benny now before I forget.”

“I’ll text Gabriel.”

Dean hoped they’d both come. It would be great to spend more time with Benny and to properly meet Gabriel. And of course, he really wanted to see Cas basically every day, and even more on a day you spend with the people you care about. No. This was a good idea. And he didn’t wasn’t concerned if Sam got a bug up his nose about it. This was something Dean wanted.

[lady-morrigen]

Right Now You're Mine

pairing: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

words: 5.7K

warnings: 18+ content, cursing, drunk guys refusing to take "no" for an answer (not Peter), college/post-college aged reader & Peter

a/n: so i was listening to "Skin to Skin" by Movements and couldn't get the idea of tumultuous on and off relationship with Peter out of my head, this is the outcome of that. i recommend listening to it before or after reading! thanks as always to my forever beta @acrossthesestars for editing this into something legible. i am nothing without you 🖤

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(divider by @silkholland)

The driving bass rippled through the shitty apartment, nearly drowned out by the voices of all the people crammed inside. You’d found a relatively empty corner to stand in, preferring to be there rather than brushing shoulders with total strangers. You always felt so out of place at these big parties, even when you came with friends. 

Your fingers picked nervously at the label of the warm Bud Platinum in your hand. Your friend Mike grabbed a case of them for you after class. You’d assumed he would grab them from the refrigerated section but you had been terribly wrong. It’s not like you even enjoyed the taste, but they were relatively cheap and brought on a comfortable buzz much quicker than the Busch Ice that the boys usually kept in the fridge. 

The song changed and you brought the bottle to your lips, singing along to the opening lines of “All Night Longer” almost out of instinct before tipping it back and allowing the bitter liquid to take the edge off your anxiety. You were staring blankly into the throng of people in front of you, observing the way their bodies pressed close together, gyrating awkwardly to the beat. Out of nowhere, a voice, surprisingly close, snapped you out of your reverie.

“You a big Sammy Adams fan?” The boy to your right asked, turning to face you. You snorted derisively into your beer and shook your head. 

“It’s impossible not to sing along when the boys play the damn song any chance they get.”

He laughed then, a bright sound that caught your full attention, and you turned to face him fully. Boyishly good looking, he had tousled brown hair and a smile that made his dark eyes twinkle. He was wearing a plain black shirt, thumbs tucked through holes in the sleeves, under a green cargo jacket, and dark jeans; he seemed out of place in the sea of pastel and white worn by the frat bros throwing the party. You recognized him, you thought, as the quiet boy that had sat behind you in your European History class freshman year. 

“Hey, I know you!” You had to shout to be heard over the music, leaning into his space and placing a stabilizing hand on his shoulder. “You had Dr. G freshman year, right?”

“That’s right,” he smiled at you, a hint of surprise lighting up his eyes. He angled the neck of his bottle toward you, the gesture mirroring that of a handshake as he introduced himself. “Peter.”

You clinked your bottle to his, half-shouting your name as you turned back to the party. Turns out he already knew your name; sitting in the front row had made you an easy target for a professor who made it his life’s ambition to rag on students every chance he got. 

“Nice to officially meet you,” you said, taking another swig of your beer with a grimace. 

“I take it you come to these parties a lot?” That was an understatement. Your roommate was dating the chapter President and you inevitably found yourself tagging along with her to impromptu parties at least three nights per week. But you’d never bumped into Peter at one before. 

“Mmm,” you hummed against the lip of your bottle and pointed to your roommate and her boyfriend in the opposite corner. “You see that blonde over there with Fletcher? That’s my roommate, Cate. She drags me here every other night.”

“I see,” He pointed towards them as well. “Fletcher invited me tonight. He asked me to take pictures of the party for their upcoming recruitment video. Offered to pay me in beer.” 

“I hope you left your camera at home,” you scoffed. He grimaced, twisting so you could see his backpack. “Fletcher can be such a dick sometimes.” 

“Hey, I don’t mind,” he said. He shoved his free hand into the pocket of his jeans and rocked back on his heels, a sheepish smile on his soft mouth. “I’m enjoying the company.”

Four years passed from the night you first met Peter. Four years of study dates that turned into coffee dates, late night texts, and sending each other silly Instagram videos on bad days. You had never become an “official” couple, preferring to fall into each other when the moment was convenient, or when you’d had a little too much to drink. On nights that Peter was out doing god knows what, you’d sometimes fill your bed with another warm body. More frequently, you would spend the evening alone, polishing off a bottle of wine to drown out the lingering loneliness. 

It’s not that you didn’t care for each other. In fact, you probably cared a little too much. Life just had a habit of getting in the way and you both had your own respective walls up. Relationships never seemed to work out well for you, so it was easier to avoid them. You avoided getting too close to anyone, so you threw yourself into your work, making up excuses about how you were too busy for anything serious. Peter had his secrets too, a clandestine job that had him working nights and odd hours. You pretended not to notice the black eyes or the swollen lips, the way he insisted on keeping the lights off so you couldn’t see the scars that marked his body. 

He never told you what it was he was doing, but he would frequently find his way to your door in the early hours of the morning. He’d be propped against the door frame, a sheepish smile firmly in place, asking to come in and talk for a while. Most of the time, there was very little talking involved. Instead, your studio would be filled with the sounds of your pleasure, fading into a comfortable quiet just as the first light of dawn began to filter through the fogged windows. 

You’d lie there with tangled limbs, your bare skin pressed firmly against his as you traced delicate circles over the planes of his chest. You’d tell him about your shitty day, your weekend plans, and about how you secretly hoped to one day leave the city and make a name for yourself. Peter never once shared details about the ghosts that haunted him, the ones you could see dancing in the shadows of his eyes, but you had learned early on not to push. "I like hearing about your day," he would say. "I don’t want to bore you with the details of mine."

It was all so intimate, the traveling hands, forehead kisses, and intertwined fingers. Sometimes, you’d let yourself imagine that it was real, that he was yours, and you didn’t have to give him up with the sunrise. Eventually, the dawn would become too bright to ignore and he’d extract himself from you, despite your protests, leaving you all alone in your big bed with little more than a parting kiss and a whispered promise of calling you later. 

You’d toss and turn, hoping to catch a few hours of sleep before peeling yourself out of bed and catching the train to work, but it was usually hopeless. You were never able to calm your racing thoughts long enough to get anything resembling rest. Instead, you’d throw on a pot of coffee and sink into a chair by the window to watch the last of the darkness slowly fade into daylight. 

Deciding you were through with your self-pity, you agreed to go out with Cate and Fletcher while they were in town, knowing that you’d be in bed by 11 pm at the latest. You’d agreed purely out of a desire to get out of your own head for a bit, thinking that some face time with your best friend might do you some good. Slipping into a tight dress, you swiped on some concealer in an attempt to look more alive than you felt and headed out the door. 

The club was packed - long weekends always brought plenty of tourists into the city. The feeling of the pulsing bass, paired with the vibrant flashing lights and the familiar burn of a vodka soda felt like a balm to your soul. Or at least a distraction from your problems. It had been so long since you’d let yourself go out and enjoy letting loose. Something like guilt had begun gnawing at you about a year ago, when you realized how deep your feelings for Peter ran. You hadn’t brought another man home since. 

As the music and the alcohol began to loosen your limbs, you let Cate drag you onto the dance floor. Your hips moved in time with the seductive rhythm as you brandished your drink in the air, singing along to lyrics of a song you’d nearly forgotten. It wasn’t long before a pair of unfamiliar hands circled your waist, and pulled you against a firm body, encouraging you to keep dancing. As the scent of his overpowering cologne attacked your senses, you turned just enough to see the strangers face, and complied. He was handsome enough, with deep olive skin, a shock of nearly-black hair, and hazel eyes that seemed to stare right through you. When you turned back to face Cate, she was giving you a thumbs up in approval, a devilish grin on her face. You made sure to stay in the middle of the dance floor, under the brightest lights so that anyone could see if the stranger tried anything that crossed a line. It’s not like you’d never danced with a stranger before, but something told you to be careful with this one.

One song turned into two, turned into five and you found yourself in need of another drink and a break to catch your breath. The stranger’s hands hadn’t left your hips and you were suddenly feeling touched out. You looked toward the bar to check on the lines and your heart leapt into your throat. There, leaning his back up against the polished counter and staring directly at you was Peter. There was no anger in his eyes, but you knew him. Well enough to know that there was hurt masked behind the cool indifference of his expression. He casually sipped his drink then turned back to signal to the bartender, leaving you frozen in place. 

When you had finally convinced your limbs to move again, you turned to your dance partner and mumbled some excuse about needing to freshen up and get a new drink. He offered to come with you, his hands tightening possessively as you tried to walk away. You wriggled free, adamant that you go alone, despite the brief flash of anger that flared in his eyes. Looking around for Cate or Fletcher, you noticed they were nowhere to be found. They had a habit of sneaking off to a corner somewhere to paw at each other and you cursed them for leaving you alone with that creep. 

When you finally made it through the sea of sweaty bodies to the bar top, you were shocked to find that Peter was nowhere to be found. Had you imagined him? Was this your guilt manifesting itself in the form of hallucinations? It’s not like you had been sleeping well and Peter had been running through your mind all night, that familiar gnawing guilt trying to claw its way back to the front of your mind. You waved the bartender over, ordering a shot of Jameson and grimacing as the dark liquid burned in your throat. A wave of heat washed over you as it hit your belly, suddenly making the crowded club feel entirely too warm. 

You moved toward the exit, hoping that the fresh air would offer some relief. Breathing deep as you stepped outside, you allowed the cool, damp air to fill your lungs and closed your eyes. You had been a fool to think that coming here would make you forget about Peter, to think that anything could erase the mark that he’d burned into you years ago. Exhaling, you dug your phone from your bag, fingers flexing around it as you scrolled through your contacts and hovered over the call button. Calling Peter right now could be a big mistake, especially if you hadn’t imagined him and he’d seen you grinding on someone else. You didn’t have the energy to argue with him and you didn’t want to make it seem like you were only calling him to assuage your guilt. With a groan you locked the screen, tucking the phone back in your bag and turning back toward the entrance. 

“Well just where do you think you’re going, pretty girl?” The voice was male, incredibly deep, and unfamiliar. You looked up into the eyes of the creep from inside the bar. Had he followed you?

“I needed some fresh air,” you said plainly, trying your best to sound casual. “I’m headed back inside to get my friends. A cab will be here to get us soon.”

You were lying, but he didn’t know that. There was no one else outside with you and the thought suddenly made you feel unsafe and on edge. You would risk returning to the sensory overload that awaited you inside, if only to get away from him. You brushed past his shoulder and his hand tightened around your wrist, pulling you back against his chest. He held you there with one strong arm around your shoulders, refusing to let go as you shoved against him, trying to get free. 

“I think you should stay out here with me,” he growled against your ear. His free hand slid up the back of your thigh, pushing underneath your dress to cup the curve of your bare ass. The sickening sweetness of his cologne overtook you once more, making your stomach churn as you choked on it. 

You jerked against his hold again, trying your best to remain calm and not let your fear get the best of you. There was no one around to hear you scream and no one inside the club would notice you over the loud music, so you kept as still as you could, waiting for the right moment to fight back. 

“I was hoping we’d get a little privacy,” he said. “You put on quite a little show for me.”

He loosened his grip ever so slightly, intending to turn you around to face him, and you used it to your advantage. Lifting your heeled food, you brought it down hard onto the top of his. He howled in pain, but his grip remained firm as you fought against it. You did it again, this time swinging your arm down with force, connecting with his groin. He stumbled and you lurched forward out of his arms, putting a safer distance between the two of you as you reached for your phone to call for help. 

“You bitch,” he said. 

He stood up to his full height, taking a stumbling step toward you. You were about to grab for your mace when a blur of red and blue whizzed past you, colliding with the man and sending him flying back onto his ass. 

“Ok, now I know I’m seeing things,” you mumbled to yourself, swaying on your feet.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Standing over the crumpled man was Spider-Man. You’d seen articles about him in the paper and the smear campaign that they ran on the local news stations, but you never thought much about it. Truthfully, you were a little skeptical that he was actually real. It would be hard to deny after this. 

The masked man crouched, hovering over your assailant and muttering something that you couldn’t make out. Taking a tentative step forward, you stopped when he suddenly stood, gesturing for you to stay back. You froze, unsure of whether to run like hell or stay and watch him beat the shit out of the guy who just manhandled you. 

Without warning, the man climbed to his feet and charged at Spider-Man. Dipping his shoulder, he aimed it squarely at his ribs, and slammed the masked man into the wall with a sickening crunch. Spider-Man crumpled to the ground, unmoving, and your attacker turned to you once more. 

“Now,” he said, huffing a breath and taking a step toward you. “Where were we?”

Before he could take another step, his legs were yanked out from underneath him by a web, shot from the heap where Spider-Man still lay. He climbed to his feet, doubled over from the pain of having the wind knocked out of him, and probably a couple of broken ribs. He limped forward, pinning the man in place with strategically placed webs on his hands and feet. Facing you, he spoke. His voice was hoarse, but familiar in a way you couldn’t quite place. 

“Go,” he croaked. “Get out of here. I’ve got this.”

You did as you were told, afraid of the consequences if you didn’t. Thankfully, your apartment was only a couple of blocks from the club. You frantically scrolled through your phone, looking for Peter’s name, and pressed the call button. The phone rang and rang and rang, and you were forced to leave a desperate, sniffling voicemail when he didn’t pick up. 

The tears were flowing freely by the time you circled the corner and took the stairs to your apartment two at a time. Your eyes were blurry, causing you to fumble with the keys and drop them to the ground with a curse. On your second try, you managed to scoot inside, closing the lobby door safely behind you with a thud. 

You sobbed through the elevator ride to your floor, thinking only of how Spider-Man had stepped in to help you from a stranger, someone who clearly couldn’t take no for an answer. You were usually so smart, careful not to take risks and leave yourself vulnerable, but you’d been lost in your own head and not paying close enough attention. Now someone else was going to pay the price. 

As you walked in, you threw your bag and phone onto the couch and kicked off your shoes, sending them flying across the small expanse of your living room to be lost in the dark. Tossing yourself onto your bed, you didn't bother to change out of your dress before crawling under the duvet. You’d wash the sheets later. As you lie there, you couldn’t help but think about how badly you wished Peter were with you. The gentle security of his arms was the only thing you craved in that moment. 

You wanted him to hold you to his chest, tuck your head in the space below his chin, and stroke your hair until all of the tension left your body. You wanted to feel the rumble of his voice as you pressed yourself into his chest. In short, you wanted him. The empty space in your bed reminded you that he wasn’t there and that he wouldn’t answer your calls.

As the tears slowed and your breathing began to even out, you felt the weight of your exhaustion lying heavy on you like a blanket. The first tease of sleep began to creep into your limbs and you breathed deeply, inhaling the familiar scent of your fabric softener and the spicy remnants of Peter’s cologne. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you heard a knock - one long, two short, one long, the coded knock that Peter had begun using over a year ago. 

Convinced you were dreaming, partially due to the fact that you’d been crying yourself to sleep with him fresh on your mind, you snuggled deeper into the blanket and ignored it. It sounded again, this time much louder and accompanied by Peter’s voice on the other side of the door. You leapt from the bed, legs tangling in the sheets and crashed face down onto the floor. With a groan, you scrambled to your feet and opened the front door. 

Leaning against the frame was Peter, a look of concern on his face and a thick sheen of sweat on his brow. Without waiting for an invitation, he pushed himself inside, grabbing you by the wrist and turning you to face him. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, his hands ghosting behind as he scanned for injuries. 

“Are you ok?” He asked, his hands cupping your cheeks and forcing you to face him. 

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine,” you said. “I just fell out of bed Peter, it’s ok.”  

“That’s not what I mean, I-” His voice was uncharacteristically sharp, something he must have noticed because he softened his tone when he spoke again. “You called me like 10 times and then you didn’t pick up when I called you back. I was worried.” 

You choked out a sob, falling into his arms as he led you to the bed, sitting you gingerly on the edge. He crouched in front of you, his thumbs tracing soothing circles on the backs of your hands. 

“What happened?” His voice was thick with emotion and it made something inside of you crack. You told him all about the guy from the club, how violated you had felt with his hands on you, and how grateful you were that Spider-Man had been there to save you. 

“Otherwise…” you trailed off. You didn’t want to verbalize what would have come next. He shushed you, pulling you into his chest and gingerly rubbing your back. You wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing tightly to convince yourself he was really there. It couldn’t have been too tight, but Peter tensed, a barely perceptible wince escaping his lips. 

You pulled back, allowing yourself to really look at him and realized that he had a giant bruise forming along his cheekbone. Upon closer inspection, you could see a small cut in the center of the swollen knot. He swallowed hard, gritting his teeth as he stared off into the corner. 

“Peter, what happened?” You gingerly ran your fingers along his side, taking note of how his body grew impossibly more tense from the effort of holding back. Carefully, you lifted up his shirt to reveal a large, reddish purple bruise stretching across his ribs. 

“Nothing,” he said. “Just work stuff.”

You replayed the events of your attack over in your mind, loosely fitting the puzzle pieces together in your mind as you came up with an answer that seemed too impossible to believe. Your heart raced as you searched for the courage to ask him one question, knowing that the answer might just be your missing puzzle piece. 

“Where were you tonight?” 

He turned to face you, his eyes not meeting yours as he fidgeted nervously with the strap on your dress. 

“You look so pretty,” he dodged your question, letting his knuckles drag over the bare skin of your shoulder.

“Peter,” you tried again, breathing in sharply through your nose before continuing. “Did I see you at the club tonight or not?”

“I might have stopped in for a drink or two,” he looked into your eyes then, his own red rimmed and brimming with emotion. You closed your eyes, slowly breathing out as you willed your racing heart to slow down. You felt dizzy, like the solid weight of the bed would dissolve and swallow you whole. 

“And where did you go after that?” Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth, sticking to the roof as it fumbled over your words. “I tried to find you at the bar, but you disappeared.”

“It was hot in there,” he leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes and nuzzling your nose. “I went around the corner for a coffee.”

“Peter…” Your voice was nothing but a whisper as the past four years all started to make sense. All of the secrecy, the scars, the odd hours. It hit you like a ton of bricks and you felt foolish for not figuring it out before. “It was you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His lips were mere inches from yours, brushing languidly against the side of your mouth.

“Oh give it up, Parker!” You pulled away, jumping to your feet and whirling on him. His shocked face stared back at you for a moment. Then he looked away, clenched jaw ticking as a tear streaked down his bruised cheek. You softened, taking a tentative step towards him and crouching so that you were eye level. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“No,” he stood to leave, furiously shaking his head. “No no no no no no no, I can’t do this. I said I wouldn’t do this.” 

“Do what?!” You were shouting at him now as tears fell freely down your face. “Let me in?”

“Don’t,” he growled, jabbing a finger in your direction before letting his hand fall weakly by his side. “Don’t you dare talk about not letting someone in.”

You were stunned into silence, staring at him with confusion twisting your brows. You couldn’t do anything but stammer weakly.

“Oh don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’ve been trying to break down your walls for the better part of four years now, hoping that one day… but I can’t get close to you.”

“How did you expect me to let you in when you constantly keep me at arms length? I mean, god, Peter I don’t even know where you go at night or where all of your bruises come from. You don’t tell me anything.”

“I… I can’t,” he stubbed the toe of his converse against your wood floors with a squeak. “It’s too dangerous.”

“Do you really think anyone is going to mess with me when I’m with fucking Spider-Man? How much safer could it get?!” 

“That’s exactly why they would mess with you. To get to me. I’ve lost too many people I loved and I couldn’t do anything to save them. I tried and I… I just couldn’t.” Peter sat back on the edge of your bed dropping his head into his hands and heaving a sob. “I can’t lose you too.”

You sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and placing your hand gently on his knee. 

“Hey, I’m right here,” you whispered. “I understand the risks and I’m staying right here. Don’t mourn me before I’m gone.” 

“But what if I can’t protect you?” 

“You’ve already shown me that you’re more than capable of protecting me. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up tonight?”

Peter shook his head as if trying to clear the thought from his mind, eyes still glued to the floor. You gave his thigh a squeeze, nuzzling even closer into his neck and his hand came up to rest on your shoulder.

“There was no doubt in my mind tonight that you were the only person I wanted to be with me after all of that. I called you because something in me needed you and I couldn’t explain why. Turns out you were there the whole time.”

He shifted toward you a bit, lips brushing gently over the tip of your nose as he pulled you tight to him. 

“I was so angry,” he said. “I saw that creep’s hands all over you and I blacked out. I knew that it was risky, but I didn’t hesitate. Not for a second.”

“You did good, Peter. You spoke to me and your voice… I wanted it to be you, but it felt impossible.”

He kissed you then, slow and lazy, his tongue laving over yours in a way that sent flames licking up your spine. His hand was on your jaw, the other on your neck as he guided you back against the pillows. He settled between your thighs, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist as he caged you in with his arms. 

He began to kiss along the edge of your jaw, blazing a trail down the column of your neck to your collarbone. Sucking a mark into the delicate skin there, he reveled in the noises you made as he moved his hips against you. A primal groan escaped his throat as he looked down upon his handiwork, branding you as his. 

“I’ll never let another person touch you,” he mumbled against your skin. “I promise.”

“Peter,” His name was pathetic and breathy on your lips and you tangled your fingers into his thick hair, pulling him up to crash his lips against yours.

He furiously tugged at the straps of your dress, sliding them down over your shoulders and exposing you to the cool breeze of the fan that spun overhead. Your flesh erupted in goosebumps at the sensation and you began to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head in one smooth motion. 

Every movement was desperate as the two of you traded breathy moans laced with tension. 

Peter hiked the skirt up over your hips, sliding a finger along your slit and groaning at the way your panties were soaked with desire. He began to nibble along the column of your neck as his fingers circled your clit through the thin fabric, causing you to writhe beneath him. 

“All these years and you still get so wet for me.” His breath was hot against your neck as he spoke filth into your ear, dragging a broken mewl from your lips. 

Your fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans, unzipping and sliding them gracelessly down his thighs as he settled back between your legs. He thrust against you and you could feel how badly he wanted you from the impossible hardness of his bulge, his boxers and your lacy scrap of underwear serving as the only barrier. 

He leaned down and began mouthing at the swell of your breast, gently brushing your nipple with the pad of his thumb. Your back arched off of the bed, offering yourself up to him fully, and he devoured you greedily. His hands gripped tightly at your waist, pulling you impossibly tighter against him and dragging against your core. 

Your moans turned pitchy and you began to shove at the band of his boxers, lowering them over his hips just far enough to free him, the feel of him warm and heavy in your hand. He hissed at the contact and thrust his hips forward, kissing his way up your neck toward your jaw. In a flash, your underwear were pulled to the side as he lined himself up at your entrance. 

Peter’s lips found yours as he pushed in, tortuously slow, swallowing every moan as he stretched you open. He pulled out slowly, then snapped forward with more force, repeating the motion over and over again. Each thrust seemed to be laced with feeling, a message passed between you in the darkness as he gazed down at you, lids heavy with desire. 

Mine. Mine. Mine.

Your fingers gripped tightly into the flesh of his ass, pulling him into you, and tilting your hips to meet him thrust for thrust. Tossing your head back into the pillow, you bit back a cry as he brushed up against the spot that sent sparks dancing across the surface of your skin. You could feel the pleasure building inside of you, the coil wound tight and ready to snap. 

“Don’t you dare hold back on me,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. 

He hitched your knee over his hip to press impossibly deeper, laying his other hand flat against your stomach, pressing down slightly. Your release wracked your body, nails digging into Peter’s skin, desperately clinging to him and capturing his mouth in a messy kiss. 

"Oh fuck," he breathed, nipping at your bottom lip. His pace had become erratic, sloppy, in response to the way you clenched around him. You fell back against the pillow and brought one hand to your breast, twisting and pebbling your nipple between your fingers as you gazed up at him from under your lashes. 

He dropped his forehead to yours, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth falling open in pleasure. The sounds he made were obscene as he firmly gripped your hips, holding you in place as he spilled inside of you. 

You moaned at the loss of him as he pulled out, collapsing onto the bed beside you and lacing his fingers with yours. He slowly brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss against your knuckles. The two of you lay like that for a moment, struggling to catch your breath and make sense of everything that had transpired between you. 

You groaned and pulled yourself from the bed, stumbling to the bathroom to clean up. When you returned, you found that Peter had climbed under the blankets after filling a glass of water for the both of you. You grabbed Peter’s t shirt from the floor, slipping it over your head and smiling shyly down at him. It all felt so… domestic, and a small part of you was afraid it would scare him off. 

You grabbed the water from the bedside table, perching gently on the side of your bed as you took a long sip. Peter’s hands slipped around your waist, tugging slightly. With a chuckle, you placed the water back on the table and crawled under the blankets to face him. 

He turned onto his back and pulled you into his side, his fingers strumming lazy patterns over the skin of your shoulder. You tangled your legs with his, nuzzling tightly under his chin, reminding yourself not to get too used to the feeling. But your mind began to run away from you and you found yourself imagining, once again, what if?

The coarse hair dusting his chest tickled as you danced your fingers through it absentmindedly. 

“Peter?” 

“Hmmm?” 

“I think I can do it,” you said, your voice far less confident than you felt. 

“Do what, sweetheart?” He tilted his chin to look down at you. 

“Be Spider-Man’s,” you stumbled over the words. “His girlfriend, that is.” 

“You’re not Spider-Man’s girlfriend.” There was a tone of finality to his voice that made your stomach sour with disappointment. He must have felt the way your face fell, your body tense where it was pressed against his. He hooked a finger under your chin and tilted you up to face him. 

“You’re mine.”

[holylulusworld]

Fresh Start (4) - FIN

Summary: All or nothing now. Can you and Sam find a way back?

Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x Wife!Reader, Mobster!Dean Winchester x other reader

Characters: John Winchester, Ruby

Warnings: angst, language, blood, mentions of death/torture, violence against Ruby, character's death, John is an ass, a creep, and bad in general, fluff

 << Part 3

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

You grip the door handle to open the door parting you from the woman who tried to kill you. You take a deep breath and close your eyes for a moment, counting to ten to calm your nerves. 

If Sam’s enemies, his allies, and your husband shall respect you, you must walk through that door and prove yourself. This is not easy for you. Not at all. You don’t want to witness torture and violence.

“You can still change your mind, sweetheart,” Dean places his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N this will get ugly. Sam is out for blood. Ruby’s blood. Usually, he wants me to get information out of people.”

“I have to,” you dip your head to look at Dean standing next to you. He offers a cracked smile and sad eyes. “Everyone believes I’m soft and an easy target. Everyone needs to hear that I was part of this. That I stood my ground and-“

“I get it,” swallowing thickly Dean drops his gaze. “My father always gave me the feeling I must prove my worth over and over again. That’s why I turned to Alastair and asked him to become my mentor in…”

Dean is easy to talk to and understands your situation. Dean wanted to run from his family so often, but he knew this would mean leaving Sam behind too.

“Torture,” he nods. Dean barely talks about his time at Alastair’s place. You only know he still has nightmares and hates to be used as a blunt tool to hurt people. “I’ll talk to Sam when this is over, Dean. We can’t keep on running in circles. This includes using you as a torturer. You deserve better.”

“We both do,” he chuckles humorlessly. “Maybe we should run away together.”

“You, me, and that girl from the diner?”

“Exactly.”

“Does she know?”

“I didn’t tell her about my…profession. It’s better this way,” he shrugs. “Let’s be honest. Sooner than later, she’ll have enough and move on to someone else. I can’t marry a nice girl not knowing what she got herself into.”

“Maybe she would understand you didn’t tell her the truth, Dean.”

“We can still run.”

“I can’t…I’m still in love with your brother.”

You stand there in silence next to Dean for what feels like an eternity. Breathing in and out while your heart beats out of your chest.

“I hope he’s worth it,” he watches you open the door. Dean takes a deep breath and forces a cold mask to replace his features. It’s easier to pretend to feel nothing when pain, blood, and death lie ahead. “This is going to be a fucking long night…”

Head held high you step inside the room. Just like Dean, you hide your insecurities and fear behind a stoic face tonight.

“Look what the cat dragged in. I had hoped at least your ugly face got damaged a little more. Like my grandfather used to say. If you want something to get done, do it yourself.”

Another punch hits her face, but she takes it like a champ, you give her that. Her bloody smirk makes you shudder. Ruby spits blood onto the floor. It joins dried blood, spit, and something looking like ripped-out nails on the concrete in the basement. 

This is not a nice place. It’s cold, dark, and filled with the faded screams of the victims of Winchester’s business.

You fight the urge to empty your stomach as Sam gets a knife out. 

“Sam, I-“ you look at Ruby, almost feeling sorry for the broken creature restrained to an old chair. You remember the furniture. It used to stand in John’s kitchen, or at least you think so. 

“Aw, does your little wife want to watch you get your hands dirty Sammy?” Ruby sneers as you look away. “I can’t believe you chose her over me. Look at her. She’s soft and won’t make it for much longer in life like ours. Everyone knows she’s nothing but a burden to you.”

“Watch your tongue, bitch,” you never saw Sam like that before. He slaps Ruby’s face hard enough to split her skin open with his wedding band. “You are talking about my wife and the woman I love. She’s family and you are simply a faded memory. A meaningless one nightstand I forgot about the moment I slipped out of you.”

“You’re a bad liar, Sam,” she coos, batting her eyelashes. Ruby looks like she got under the bus, still, she tries to flirt with Sam. Blood runs down her neck, left arm, and chest. Her nose is bleeding heavily and one of her eyes is swollen, and black. 

“Not me,” Dean whispers as you look at him in horror. “I came here with you, Y/N. I don’t like putting my hands on women that way.”

“It was my honor to avenge you,” John steps out of the shadows. Blood is splattered all over his white shirt, his face and arm, but he doesn’t seem to care. You gasp as he takes off his bloody hand gloves, carelessly dropping them to the ground. “You’ve missed the show, Y/N. We were waiting for you.”

“I told her to wait a little longer,” now you know why Dean distracted you for so long. He didn’t want you to watch the worst part of the show. “This is not for her.”

“She wanted to watch,” you dare not to meet John’s gaze as he steps closer to you to cup your chin with two fingers. “Right? You are one of us, Sammy’s future. You’ll carry his heir soon enough and continue our bloodline.”

“Why don’t you bang her yourself,” Ruby doesn’t shut her mouth. She snickers behind John’s back while trying to wiggle out of the ropes holding her wrists. “I know how you look at your son’s wife. I bet you are creaming your pants imagining having your way with her.”

“Silence,” John twirls around to punch Ruby’s face with full force. You whimper, not wanting him to hurt her even more. “You’ve got no clue what you are talking about. I don’t fuck my son’s girls.”

“Didn’t you stop you from fucking Jess, or Lisa…or me,” she grins up at John. His chest heaves up and down as he stares down at the bloody mess that used to be the woman Sam desired a long time ago.

“Sir, I think Y/N should go now,” Sam protectively steps in front of you to block your view. “She has seen enough.”

“No. She needs to end this the Winchester way,” you feel your legs give in when John pushes his son out of his way to hand you a knife. “Kill that woman. An eye for an eye. A life for a life.”

“I-“ you glance at the knife in your hand. It would be a death sentence to say no to John Winchester, but you are not a killer. “Can I…”

“She’s better with a gun,” Dean steps in. “You remember our training, right?” he takes the knife out of your hand to give it back to his father. “Here, take mine. I’ll help you.”

“I said this is enough,” the room falls silent as Sam rolls his shoulders. “I’m not going to let my wife do such a thing. She wanted to witness Ruby’s punishment, and she did. I’ll end this.”

“Sammy, what?” before Dean can react Sam snatches the gun out of his brother’s hands, unlocks it, and aims at Ruby’s head. “Wait…”

“Goodbye,” Dean presses your face in his chest and tells you to cover your ears as Sam ends Ruby’s life. You are trembling and crying as another pair of hands tugs at your body moments later.

Everything is a haze after the gunshot. You end up in someone’s arms and get carried out of the basement. Too afraid to look at the man carrying you, all you can do is cover your eyes with your hands.

“I’ve got you, baby girl,” it’s Sam softly whispering your name. “I’m sorry. Father can be…” He holds you close to his warm chest, failing to even talk.

“A fucking asshole,” Dean is right behind you and his brother. While John yells your husband’s name, Sam walks upstairs and makes his way inside your bedroom, ignoring his father’s orders. “How can he expect her to stab that bitch? Did he lose his mind?”

“He lost it a long time ago, Dean,” you whimper as Sam places you on the bed. “I told you years ago. When I was fourteen. This will never end.”

“This is all his fault. Ruby got mad as he ended their affair. She wanted to hit him where it hurts. Without an heir, John Winchester will sooner than later lose his empire,” Dean gives his brother a cracked smile. “Charlie dug a little deeper for me. And Ketch knew more than I told all of you.”

“You knew all the time that she wanted to hit him, not me?” Sam shakes his head. “How could you hide this from me?”

“I had to be sure, Sammy. Charlie found everything.”

“So, did he want to touch my wife too?” frowning deeply Sam looks at his brother. “Please tell me she lied, Dean.”

“I wish I could say no. I don’t know, to be honest. Ruby wasn’t wrong, though. He looked at Y/N like he wants to…”

“What will we do now?” you look up at Sam. “I’m scared of John. He didn’t look happy when I couldn’t kill Ruby.”

“We run,” Sam jerks his head toward his brother. “Charlie helped me transfer most of our money to an offshore bank account a few days ago. I knew shit will go down.” He shrugs as his brother gapes at him. “We can take the Impala and get out of this fucking town, Sammy.”

“Better late than never, huh? Lock the door,” Dean hurriedly locks the door while Sam walks inside the walk-in-wardrobe to remove a fake wall. He gets three duffle bags and clothes out, smirking as you look up at him with wide eyes. “One for each of us. New papers, money, clothes, guns, all we will need to get out of town.”

“How…what?” Sam hands you new clothes to wear. Jeans, a t-shirt, a red-checkered flannel, boots, and a leather jacket.

“Dean, I got something for you too. We need to look different. No suits and polished shoes until we got away.”

“I can live with that,” Dean looks at the clothes Sam hands him. “Jeans and plaids. Awesome…”

“I said no detours,” Sam watches a girl run toward the Impala. He huffs in the backseat as she jumps into Dean’s arms. “He found the time to pick up a girl?”

“Get inside, sweetheart,” Dean hurriedly gets back behind the steering wheel. Benny, Castiel, and Gadreel made sure to distract John long enough for you to escape but he doesn’t want to waste another minute.

“Hi,” you watch the waitress Dean met up with for weeks get inside the Impala. She presses a duffle bag to her chest, smiling at Sam and you in the back. “Nice to finally meet you. I’m (*another reader*).”

“Y/N, and this is Sam, my husband,” you watch her buckle up as Dean starts the engine to get out of town. “We glad we finally meet you.”

“So…we are on the run now,” she asks as you watch her watch Dean. She moves her hand to his thigh and softly speaks his name. It’s the first time Dean looks at peace since you know him.

“Not for long, (*another reader*). We will find a place to call home. See it as…”

“A fresh start,” Sam smirks as Dean pushes the car to its limit.

Only a few hours and you are out of John Winchester territory. Castiel, Benny, and Gadreel will make sure your father-in-law looks for you at the wrong end of the world.

“A fresh start,” Dean agrees as you lean your head against Sam’s shoulder. You close your eyes and allow yourself to dream of a better life; away from crimes, pain, and fear.

A life in which you can have a family and a life with the man you love.

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[cleostoohot]

and it’s ignorant ass people like @p0isone that’ll never have their desires and will forever be stuck in a cycle of failure because you so worried about other people and have the audacity to comment on her size. put a little bit of that energy into what you’ve been trying to manifest for months now and maybe you’ll finally achieve something. & whooo said sammy created the law of assumption? bc i know i didn’t. we are saying that she made it more known!! in this day and age... i mean did she not? and we’re not gonna knock the fact that she definitely made it less complicated for all of ussss. ofc she repeats a lot of the stuff neville said bc the law of assumption is the law of assumption regardless.. it’s no new shit that come out every week like crumbl cookies. this is how life works. the only reason y’all don’t like sammy is because of her attitude frfr and at this point yall gotta tighten up it’s not that serious. y’all act like she sit in them videos and full on disrespect y’all no. imo she just has a nonchalant attitude and whenever someone comes for her she sends back. so what’s the problem. like i usually ignore comments made about sammy but it’s really starting to get annoying bc y’all target her because her self concept is good😂 that’s it. y’all don’t like sammy because she doesn’t deal with bull shit. tuh i could never be that miserable.

[rizlowwritessortof]

Sunshine

This fic was written for @deanwanddamons Three’s a Crowd 3K Followers Challenge. My quote - “I mean, accidents just don’t happen accidentally” will be in bold. My trope - Opposites Attract (Rich girl/Blue collar Dean). And my Third Wheel - Parents (in this case a very snobbish disapproving mother). Sian, I hope I did your Sian Special justice! 😁

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2952

Warnings: Nothing but the usual smut

The awesome dividers are from the amazing @talesmaniac89​ 

“Dean, you look like a stalker.”

Dean geared back in his chair, shooting his brother a disparaging look. “Just appreciating the scenery, Sammy. Unlike you who can’t tear their eyes away from that fascinating research.” His eyes wandered back to the girl in line at the window for coffee, the breeze stirring her hair and the skirt of her sun dress. “How can you not notice her? She’s a beauty, and she looks like a classy chick.”

Sam snorted. “Yeah, classy chicks always go for guys like us.”

Dean smirked, looking at Sam with challenge in his eyes. “So you don’t think she’d be interested in me?”

“No way. Looks like a little rich girl, and I bet that’s her mom with her, in the Jackie O suit, all that’s missing is the pillbox hat. She’d shoot you down before you even got close to her daughter.”

“Oh, yeah? Well, we’ll see about that.” Dean rose to his feet, turning after a step to look back and shake his head. “By the way, nice fashion assessment, Samantha.”

“Shut up,” Sam fired back, bitch face aimed at Dean’s back as his brother’s bow-legged stride carried him closer to his target.

You waited patiently at the counter for your coffee order and your mother’s cup of tea to be finished. It was a gorgeous spring day, the sun warm on your shoulders, and you watched, trying not to roll your eyes as your mother pulled a tissue from her purse and disdainfully brushed at some invisible thing on her chair. She hadn’t wanted to stop at an outdoor coffee spot, but you loved to sit outside and enjoy coffee here. She’d live. Your mother needed to loosen up.

You shook your head, watching her gingerly perch herself on her chair, and you couldn’t help smiling. Not that you didn’t love her, but you were glad you had moved far enough away that you didn’t have to be under her scrutiny every day. The barista came to the window with your order, and you payed them, leaving a generous tip. You turned, coffee in one hand and your mother’s tea in the other, and collided with a tall man, gasping as both drinks hit the pavement, splashing all over the previously pristine white of your dress and the denim he was wearing.

“Oh, damn, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”  You stood there, mouth open, eyes slowly scanning upwards as he spoke.

Your gaze made its way over his solid chest and broad shoulders, finally reaching his face. Your brain nudged you to close your mouth, and you did, finally nodding and forcing words out. “Yes. Yes, I’m fine.” My God, he was a stunning man – perfect hair, sexy lips, long-lashed eyes that were a stunning shade of green.

“I’m really sorry. Tripped over my own feet. Let me buy you some more coffee.” He grabbed a handful of napkins from the counter, bending to dab a little at your skirt, handing them to you as you reached for them. “I’ll pay for your cleaning bill. Sure you’re okay?”

You managed to smile up at him, and his eyes lit up. “I’m good, I promise. Nothing that can’t be fixed.”

You returned to the counter together, reordering your drinks, and Dean paid, offering to bring them to your table. Your mother watched, her expression tight and disapproving, as you approached. “Mom, this is Dean. We had a little collision and he gallantly offered to buy our drinks.”

Dean placed your mother’s tea in front of her, nodding towards her as he spoke. “Ma’am. Nice to meet you. Sorry for the trouble. I’ll pay for the cleaning bill.”

You sat down, thanking him as he set your coffee on the table. “Thank you, it’s really not necessary. It was an accident.”

“No, I insist. I can – meet you back here in the morning? I don’t have any cash on me today, but I’ll still be around tomorrow, if that works?”

You deliberately ignored your mother’s glare as you answered. “All right, I can meet you here, around 9? I come here for coffee most days, anyway.” You smiled up at him and he returned the favor, nodding in agreement.

“9 it is! See you then.” With another nod to your mother, he turned to walk away, and you happily watched, finally turning back to your mother’s reproachful stare.

“Mom. Please stop. He feels bad about what happened and he’s trying to be nice.”

She cleared her throat and picked up her tea, taking a sip before speaking. “He seems rather disreputable.”

You rolled your eyes in response. “Mother, anyone not in you and Daddy’s club seems ‘disreputable’ to you. I think he seems very nice.”

“I am concerned about you, living in the middle of this city, being influenced by all the – eccentric types who live in this neighborhood. You should have gone back to school like we wanted, gotten your masters degree instead of this job of yours. You should be dating a suitable boy by now, thinking about your future. Instead, you’re wasting your time exploring and absorbing all sorts of God knows what kind of ideas, and by the time you realize we were right all along, it may be too late. We would like you to come home.”

“That’s not going to happen, Mother. You and Daddy need to accept that and accept that I’m living my life the way I want to, not the way you have tried to dictate. And don’t threaten me about my trust fund, I don’t want to hear it. Just drink your tea and let’s try to enjoy our day.”

Sam looked up as Dean approached their table with a grin. “Guess who’s meeting little rich girl here tomorrow morning?”

His younger brother shook his head with a wry smile. “Yeah. Very smooth, Dean.” He stood, grabbing his laptop to head towards the parking lot, and Dean swatted him on the shoulder as he walked beside him.

“Takes planning. I mean, accidents just don’t happen accidentally, Sammy.”

Dean arrived a little early the next morning, settling in with his Americano and his phone. He wanted to be there when you showed up, watch you walk into the seating area, take in your presence, enjoy it all before he approached you. Hopefully you’d show up without your mom. She was definitely not a fan.

When you came around the corner, he almost choked on his coffee. You were wearing a flowered halter dress, your toes tipped in red to match, your eyes shining as you said something to – unfortunately – your mother. You walked directly to the counter, and he debated, then headed your way.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said quietly, bending close to your ear, and you turned to him with a smile.

“Dean! Good morning! Looks like you beat us here. We just couldn’t get going this morning.”

You put a hand on Dean’s arm as you talked, not mentioning the fact that the reason you were almost late was that your mother had argued with you for over an hour about coming at all. You had finally put your foot down and told her you were going, but she insisted that if you were meeting this ‘shady character,’ then she was going to be there.

Your drinks were ready, so you paid the barista and handed your mother’s tea to her with a pointed stare. “Please just go sit, Mother, I’ll be there in a minute.” Obviously displeased, she took the cup from your hand and went to the same table you had occupied the day before, disapproval clear even though not a word was spoken. “Sorry about that. She has very antiquated ideas about – well, about everything. Including letting her daughter lead her own life. You’d think I was 16 years old.”

Dean laughed softly. “I get it. She’s just trying to protect you. Gotta admit, though, I was hoping you’d show up without her today.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out some folded bills. “Here. For the cleaning. Like I promised.”

“Dean, really, you don’t…” You stopped as he shook his head and pushed the money back towards you. “All right, if it makes you feel better. But it’s really not necessary.”

“I think it is. Anyway – it was really nice meeting you. Maybe someday I’ll come this way again and find you here.”

“Maybe…” You looked up through your lashes at him. “Or maybe you can meet me, say – in one hour? The bookstore on the corner. In the basement. I’ll put my mother in the reading lounge with a cup of tea and then I’ll meet you down there. If you want.”

A slow smile curved his lips, his eyes warm. “Oh, I’ll be there, sunshine.”

About 45 minutes later, Dean entered the book store, wandering until he found a sign reading ‘Vintage Books’ pointing the way to the stairs. The basement was huge, filled with bookshelves, tables and bins full of used books, grouped by genre. Dean smirked to himself, thinking how much Sammy would love this place.

There was no one down there, so Dean walked around, picking up a book here and there, killing time. He had made his way to the far corner of the room, engrossed in reading the back of a book, when you walked up beside him. “Figures I’d find you in this section,” you teased, and he grinned, glancing at the sign – ‘Erotica.’

“Huh. Thought this was the ‘Historical’ section,” he responded with a grin, and you laughed softly.

“Right. Of course you did.” He replaced the book on the shelf and turned towards you, his eyes moving over your features, waiting. The room suddenly seemed airless, and you moved a step closer, stretching up to kiss his lips, soft and tentative. When you stopped, looking up at him, his tongue darted out over his bottom lip before he put his hands on your upper arms and pulled you close, his lips sealing over yours in a searing kiss that sent your pulse racing, heat flushing through your body. When your tongues began to mingle, you raised your arms to clasp around his neck, his large hands guiding you, moving you until your back was against the bookcase as his body pressed close. He was a solid mass of muscle, working man’s muscle, smooth and taut and powerful, and being pinned by him like that sent an electric zing right to your clit, making you moan.

He finally lifted his head, both of you panting for air. You looked into his lust-darkened eyes for a moment before putting your hand on his chest and pushing lightly. He took a step back and watched as you reached behind your neck and untied your halter dress, bringing the ties forward and letting the floral fabric fall to your waist, baring your breasts. Dean’s jaw clenched as his eyes devoured you, and then he looked into your eyes, waiting for your slight smile to tell him it was okay to continue.

He ran calloused fingers over your soft curves, staring almost reverently, before cupping them in his hands. You gripped the shelf behind you as he strummed his fingers over your nipples, watching them stiffen into hard little nubs. Your head hit the bookshelf behind you with a thump as he took a nipple into his mouth, his tongue teasing, flicking, lapping at you until you felt dizzy. The throbbing ache between your thighs intensified as he began to suck gently, and you blushed at the sounds forcing their way from between your lips.

He finally pulled back, blowing over the spit-slick bud, making it tighten even more. “Fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, then moved to the other side, and you whined, your fingers gripping his hair.

“Dean, ohmygod,” you whispered, and you could feel his lips curve into a smile as he continued to tease at your nipple, his hands gripping your waist. He nibbled at the peak, and the almost-painful throb in your pussy was more than you could take. “Please… Dean, please. I need…”

He pulled off your breast with a soft pop, raising up to his full height. “What do you need, sweetheart? I’m more than happy to help.” His beautiful green eyes were almost black with want, but he was going to make you ask before he went any further.

“Need you… inside me. Fuck me, Dean, please,” you begged, and he clenched his teeth, pulling in a hissing breath as your hand found the aching bulge in his jeans. “Please.”

He nodded, and the expression on his face made you clench around nothing, almost desperate now for him. He pulled a condom from his pocket, tearing it open with his teeth and then fumbling with his button and zipper, sighing in relief as his cock was finally freed from its confines. He shoved his clothes down far enough to free himself, rolling the condom on as you watched, wide-eyed and wanting.

Dean pulled at the skirt of your sun dress, lifting it out of his way as his fingers stroked up your inner thigh. You moved your legs apart, reveling in his surprised moan at finding no underwear barring his way. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he said, his large hand kneading at your pussy, your hips pushing into his touch.

“Took them off before I came down,” you whispered, then gasped as he slipped two fingers inside you, his thumb swirling around your swollen clit. He found your sweet spot in no time, and had you trembling and on the edge so fast your head was spinning. He pulled his fingers free, leaving you panting and clutching at the bookshelves until your knuckles were white. “Please. Dean, please!”

He leaned in to kiss you, stealing what little breath you had left, his hands moving around to the back of your thighs to lift you, letting you wrap your legs around his hips. “Hold on, baby,” he ground out, waiting until you were clinging to his neck before moving a hand down between you, angling his cock to your entrance and pushing in slowly.

There was a silent, quivering space of time as he held you, waiting for your trembling body to adjust, the sensation almost overwhelming. When he felt you begin to relax against him, he gripped you tight and pulled back slightly, then drove up into you, groaning, “Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so damn good.”

He continued to move slowly, and you clutched his shoulders, leaning in to breathe, “Fuck me, Dean,” into his ear. The moan that you got in response made your cunt squeeze around him, and with a soft growl he began driving into you, your body braced against the bookcase behind you, your legs clamped around his hips. He was punching breathless cries from you with every thrust, and you could only hope that no one else had come downstairs, because the blissful tension in your body was building to the point of oblivion. “Dean… aaahhh… I can’t…”

“Come for me, sweetheart, just let go. Squeeze that pretty cunt around my cock, come on…” His rhythm was faltering, his voice desperate. He buried himself deep inside you, holding himself there as he shoved his hand between you to rub rough fingers over your clit, and you bit your lips to smother the scream trying to escape from your throat as you came. Dean began to move again, his head buried in your shoulder, pistoning into you hard and fast as he worked you through your orgasm and reached his, bucking against you as his balls drew up tight and he exploded.

The throbbing of his cock inside you sent another wave of heat through you, and you clung to Dean with all your strength, your body shaking. He raised his head, looking into your eyes for a moment before kissing you, slow and deep, until you quieted. Then he took a step back, his hands on your waist as he lifted you slightly, pulling himself free and sending a shudder through you.

He set you on your feet, supporting you until he was sure you were steady, a soft smile on his face. He moved away for a moment, grabbing a tissue from a nearby desk and disposing of the condom, putting himself back together before coming back, a wistful look in his eyes. “I wish we had more time.”

You smiled back, your eyes closing for a moment as he bent to place a gentle kiss to each nipple before pulling your dress back up and tying the knot behind your neck. “Thank you,” you whispered.

He put a hand to your face, that same tender look on his face. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Glad I – um – ran into you.”

You laughed quietly. “Me, too. Maybe sometime you’ll be back this way when my mother isn’t here. Maybe we could run into each other again.”

Dean grinned. “That’d be nice.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and handed it to her. “Put your number in. Next time I make it this way I’ll give you a call.”

You did as he asked, then stepped close and stretched up for a kiss. “Maybe we’ll go for coffee.”

“Maybe we’ll do a lot of things.” He kissed you again, cupping your breast and squeezing gently.

After the long, lingering kiss, you stepped back reluctantly. “I’d better go. She’ll be getting impatient.” You reach for his hand. “Take care of yourself, Dean.”

“You, too, sweetheart.” He watched you as you left, then looked at his phone, smiling as he saw your number and the name next to it – ‘Sunshine.’

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