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onlyswan · 1 year ago

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summary: in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either.

> fluff, suggestive / word count: 2.6k

> content/warnings: alexa play seven by jungkook! mentions of s^x, lots and lots of cutie kisses :( they’re in that afterglow <3 oc’s chest is his pillow :(

> in which masterlist!

note: hi hi. here’s ur slice of pure self indulgent fluff 🍰 i just had to write abt this jk :P there’s a reference to in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you 🥹 reblogs & feedback are vv appreciated. i’d love to hear ur thoughts so feel free to scream or laugh or cry <3

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a fleeting white light passes through your closed eyelids, nearly blinding, as you hear the familiar shutter of your boyfriend’s polaroid camera.

“jungkook,” you whimper weakly due to the sudden disturbance, burying your face on the soft pillows while pushing the camera away.

“shit, shit- sorry, baby-” he winces, guilty of disrupting your journey to slumber, as he scrambles to fix his mistake. “forgot to turn off the flash.”

he places the polaroid face down on the space behind him to give it the time to develop the photo he had taken. much to your relief, the bedroom falls silent once more except for the quiet humming and breathing of the airconditioner. you return to properly laying your head on the pillow, taking a small gasp of oxygen, and jungkook smiles because of how adorable you are for still refusing to open your eyes.

“can i take more pictures?”

“did you turn it off?” you whisper as you stretch your legs to find a more comfortable position, unwittingly pulling down the comforter and exposing your nakedness to the cool air. this gives rise to goosebumps on your skin, causing you to shiver, but your boyfriend is quick to your rescue. he catches the hem before it could slide past your skimpy shorts.

“i did.”

a chaste kiss is planted on your shoulder before it is returned underneath the warmth of soft layers of cotton and fabric.

you sigh, melting back into relaxation. “okay.”

he re-anchors his elbow into the mattress, resting his head on his palm to admire the majestic view of you. jungkook likes this a lot, he lives for it— lying on the bed face-to-face with his sated lover, spending the rest of the night feeling like his heart is not a big enough vessel to hold all the love he has for you. the lights he is yet to turn off have splashed the dark room with a red glow that engulfs your figure as well, escalating his heartbeat, so hypnotic and tantalizing, he finds himself breathing heavier and heavier behind the viewfinder, or maybe he has stopped breathing at all. the shutter briefly fills the silence.

this is… the arch of your back is burned in his mind and he swears he still tastes you on his tongue, but seeing you like this feels so different.

he was consumed by his pleasure and yours just half an hour ago, admittedly almost blinded by his own sweat dripping from his forehead because he simply couldn’t stop wanting more of you, giving himself to you. you weren’t exactly innocent either, with your provocative touches and coquettish smiles, whispering lewd words that was gasoline to the lust flaring up inside of him. he revels in seeing that you’re just as desperate for it as he is, if not more, purely from the way you beseech him with your eyes mirroring stained glass windows. he knows you love it when he fucks you so good it brings you to tears, welcoming the delightful intensity of his nature, and that you were also trying to tire him out so he’d finally feel sleepy, but holy shit, looking at you right now, he wants nothing more but to hold you with utmost gentleness.

wildly concentrated with his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth, he brushes away the hair that fell on your face before capturing another exquisite memory to be burned into film.

jungkook is greedy when it comes to you.

a disgruntled whine slips from your mouth when the pillow underneath your head is replaced by his thick arm, which is then rudely cut off by his lips crashing on yours.

clearly, you’ve grown too comfortable in this relationship.

“i love you.” he drunkenly mutters, instantly going for another kiss and barely finishing his another- “i love you.” before he’s kissing you again.

“babe-” you chuckle then gasp, holding on to his wrist as his tattooed hand loosely wraps around your neck.

“i love you. i love you, i love y- i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you.” he repeats himself over and over, the volume of his voice gradually getting quieter as he runs out of breath, until his tongue becomes tied. grounded by the feeling of your steady pulse beneath his thumb, he silences himself by tenderly kissing you, soft lips molding with yours for a wordless declaration of devotion this time around.

pure static— there are no thoughts running in your head. your limbs feel numb but tingly. you feel like you’re floating- no, you’re falling. the bed has turned into an abyss and you’re falling endlessly and jungkook holding you close is the only thing that makes sense. you might have to consider this true heaven, nothingness with your everything, when the whole world is lights-out and quiet that it feels like time has been suspended, and the only way to keep track of it is through each pump of your heart.

at last, your eyelids slowly flutter open as he pulls away, and he greets you with that boyish grin. “pretty.”

his hand on your neck moves to stroke your face lovingly, eyes glimmering with various emotions as they wander your features.

“____ is so, so pretty.”

“hm, really?” you hum sleepily, leaning closer to his touch. “thanks to you.”

“me?” his doe eyes widen in confusion.

“you know, for the afterglow. i feel nice.” you giggle brightly at your own half-joke, positively out of your goddamn mind as you hide your warm face on his shoulder.

“ahhh- ah!”

enlightenment then dawns on your boyfriend.

his giggles blend in with yours for a harmony that strikes the same joy as the sound of wind chimes on a windy day.

jungkook tries not to appear too cocky about the compliment, but consequences be damned, he would die satisfying his lover.

“oh yeah, baby? do you now?” there’s a self-satisfied smirk plastered on his face when you take a peek at him, which then morphs into a grin when your eyes meet. “i feel nice, too.”

“nice?” your voice comes out delicate, droopy eyes asking him for confirmation.

“nice.”

he feels a tug at his heartstrings.

“you know what? fucking great… i could never have enough of you.”

it becomes silent for a while. his tattooed hand slides under the comforter, letting his fingers skim across the side of your waist, feather-light touches on your bare skin before he’s pulling you closer to his body.

“i… i don’t doubt that feelings like this can only grow as time goes on but… it’s still amazing that when i think about it, even until now, all the time, i want to be with you.”

he involuntarily breathes out a shaky sigh, ears going red as they do when he’s expressing sincerity from the deepest parts of his soul.

“really, how do you do this…? what is this magic? why- why do i like you so much? i mean, i know why! of course! but, wow!” he squeezes his eyes shut to express his disbelief, clicking his head to the side. “it’s possible for it to be this much? do you get what i’m saying? i just have thoughts like that— love is so fascinating.”

you barely process his words with your brain still in a haze of bliss, but it’s funny, hearing these questions from the same man who has the entire world madly obsessed with him.

oh, this actually sounds familiar. he’s getting all sentimental and philosophical. again. and he’s not drunk. were you that good tonight?

“i won’t give away my secrets just like that. what if you use them on someone else?” you tease him, rubbing your tired eyes and shaking your head as you giggle.

you receive a dirty look from him, clearly offended and uninterested in the thought of putting in the hard effort to impress someone that isn’t you.

“aish, stop talking! i don’t like hearing you talk in that way.”

“then what else am i supposed to do? you’re the one who woke me up.” you retort in annoyance.

but you honestly don’t think there’s any secret to tell. jungkook is in love with you. plain and simple.

“you’re right, i’m sorry. go back to sleep if you want to.”

he dips down to plant gentle pecks on your shoulder, going down on a trail to your neck, and you unconsciously tilt your head to his convenience because he’s bringing the butterflies in your stomach back to life. it feels good, everything he does always feels good.

“you’re seriously not done?” you mumble against his lips, unfaltering with the kisses as if he would run out of them any minute now.

he stubbornly answers with a “no!” as his lips ghost over your cheek.

if only bam was here, jungkook would eventually leave you alone to rest. he would pester him with his late-night burst of affection instead while talking shit about you to your child because you dodged his kiss in your sleep.

“babe, you’re supposed to sleep. you have work later.”

“no, i don’t want to sleep. i… i want to kiss you- baby.” he protests as he continues to pepper your face with kisses, giving your body a particularly tight squeeze when he searches for your lips again.

you blink at him in confusion when he suddenly sends you a look of irritation, eyebrows furrowed and eyes glaring.

“you haven’t even said ‘i love you’ back yet.”

“oh, i haven’t?” you wince innocently. “sorry. i love you.”

but he should be the one apologizing to you, since it’s his fault that you still can’t think straight, or walk for that matter.

you pat around the mattress behind his back until you stumble upon the camera, and it’s jungkook’s turn to be your beloved muse. you scoot away until the lens manage to capture him down to his shirtless abdomen. you watch him in complete awe behind the viewfinder. he squints at you, raising his eyebrows flirtatiously, and he smirks when you chuckle in amusement.

“ah wait- take this! take this! you have to take a good one, got it? i worked so hard on them yesterday!” he eagerly voices out a special demand.

he shuffles to flex his arm infront of the camera, showing off his well-defined triceps and biceps while releasing rich, throaty grunts. totally unnecessary, but so achingly jungkook.

your boyfriend is outrageously, ridiculously sexy— he’s still wearing that stupid black headband he hastily put on in the middle of sex because he got pissed off at his hair and he needed it out of the way so he could ‘properly see his love’s beautiful body.’

you roll your eyes inside your head.

what a fucking tease.

nonetheless, you acquiesce.

the flash goes off.

and another polaroid is crafted into existence that you selfishly want to keep for your eyes only.

“baby, let me see.”

“it’s mine!” you scrunch your nose with a childlike charm, hiding the polaroid behind your back.

he chuckles, hopelessly endeared by you.

“yes, i’m yours.” he coos in response.

and your unguarded heart is once again swept away by the taste of his tongue. the camera becomes an abandoned item. your fingers daintily pushes off his headband in favor of freely tangling them with his silky hair, and it also ends up getting lost somewhere in the sheets as his sweet kisses lull you in a false sense of security… because out of nowhere, that same blazing light burns through your closed eyes for the second time tonight.

jungkook playfully waves the polaroid infront of your face, and his toothy grin is met by your unimpressed expression.

“this is mine!”

he has been waiting to jump into this type of opportunity, to orchestrate a romantic moment to be stolen in film— you can tell by the sparkles in his eyes. reminiscent of that one late night in a tiny photobooth where your younger and clueless selves were cramped in, this is what you and his hyungs often talk about, how much you share the same fondness for the fact that jungkook hasn’t changed at all.

“just how many pictures of you kissing me do you need?” you ask him lightheartedly.

he juts out his bottom lip sullenly, and a few beats pass before he forms an answer. “i always need more for when i miss you.”

you copy his frown. “then what about me when i’m missing you too?”

“hmmm… i want you to always remember me like this, baby.” he melodramatically declares as he picks up the one and only polaroid you’ve taken of him tonight. “can you see my abs too…? oh- it’s not showing yet.”

he looks back at you shyly with a laugh, and he places it back down to let it continue developing.

“i’ll look later. i can’t even keep my eyes open anymore. ‘m so tired.” you sadly sniffle to gain his pity, fluttering your damp eyelashes at him. “let’s go to sleep, please?”

jungkook doesn’t find it in himself to articulate a consolation or protest, not when you’re tugging him down to coax him into laying his head on your chest.

“heaven.” he moans, overcome by contentment.

he adjusts himself a bit to be more comfortable before dragging the comforter further upwards to provide warmth for the two of you, all the while refusing to remove his face nuzzled up against you.

“why are you always like this? can you even breathe?” you chuckle with your eyes closed.

“i love your boobs.” his honest reply comes out muffled, cute for some reason, along with his satisfied hums prompted by your nails lightly scratching his scalp.

“i know.”

he turns his head to the side to look up at you, and he carries on to speak with his cheek squished against you. “i really, really mean it.”

“yes, baby. i believe you.”

a minute of silence passes. the ecstasy still flooding your veins becomes a stepping stone in the pond towards your dreamland, where all is either fantastically perfect or horrifically fucked up.

but then you feel sloppy kisses being deliberately scattered in the middle of your chest, leading down to your stomach, and you get rudely knocked over into the cold, clear waters.

yes, plea- oh no, no, no, no.

“jungkook, baby, stop. i can’t go another round.” you whine pathetically, being driven closer to the urge to burst into tears.

“AH! o-ow- ouch- baby, wha- i swear, i wasn’t even planning on it!” he loudly exclaims in surprise when you harshly pull him away by his hair.

“still…” your voice cracks. “you know i’ll get turned on!”

his chuckles are infuriatingly raspy and of no help at all, ego inflating upon hearing your response and the frustration obviously laced with it.

“okay, okay! i’m sorry! i’ll behave now!”

thank god.

he assumes his previous position, the place that he deems to be the warmest and the coziest. as he wraps his arms around your waist, your fist relaxes into an open palm that cradles the back of his head.

“____?” he mumbles, finally feeling the tiredness seep into his sore muscles now that he’s lying motionless.

“hmm?”

“let’s eat dinner outside after work.”

“…meat?”

“and beer!” he adds, brimming with excitement, and he salivates as he can almost taste them in his mouth already. they are his favorite, after all.

“i’ll come pick you up then.” you drop a kiss on his forehead, and he sighs happily. “but go to sleep or else i’ll kick you out of the bedroom again.”

his sweet embrace becomes an iron grip.

cold and alone, he swears those were some of the worst three hours of his life.

he squeaks in defeat. “goodnight, baby.”

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ch-4-eri · 4 months ago

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Slut — Abby Anderson.

Best friend!Abby X fem!Reader.

I need help, perhaps. Smut under the cut.

You and your best friend Abby were having a girls night of some sort, she often came by because her dorm is packed and she’d say it’s uncomfortable or whatever.

Accepting any excuse she had you’d allow her to stay over, sharing the bed with her almost every night.

You liked having her around, she was fun and your friendship was the most invasive one there is, at least in your own opinion, you both knew too much about each other.

But would never judge the other.

Especially with Abby being on top of you as you got so needy one night, her fingers pumping in and out of you, your moans echoing in the bedroom, you’d begged her to relieve the tension between your legs.

It’s always when you’re ovulating, it gets bad enough you’re humping every pillow, your fingers, but nothing was ever enough.

And as Abby came over that night, desperate for a place to sleep where it’s comfortable, you were too busy in your own head to just let this one go, her hands were perfect, you couldn’t stop looking at them as you were finally honest about your feelings, desperately wanting something to feed the hunger inside of you.

Abby fucking loved it, she’s always thought you were beautiful, sure she’s straight but it wouldn’t hurt to help a best friend out.

Her fingers deliciously massaged your g spot as you were seeing stars, your mouth hung open as moans escaped your throat without you trying to help it, it’s Abby after all. “Oh sweetheart..” Abby chuckled, allowing you to ride her fingers out, circling your needy hole with her thick fingers, your legs spread against your mattress.

Abby dragged multiple orgasms out of you that night, she refused to stop unless you wanted her to, she went all the way with your time of need, knowing you were too damn shy to go out on a date and get a guy to rearrange your guts, but allowing your girl best friend to do so.

You didn’t get enough, you still wanted so much more and Abby could never be able to say no to you, her mouth was enveloping your cunt as she ate you out, riding her face as her nose hit that one spot that had you screaming and cumming down on her tongue.

Still was not enough, Abby was surprised you could take so much. She always assumed you’d get tired from one go, but oh boy was she wrong.

You’d ride her thigh, her hands on your hips guiding you through the fifth orgasm for the night, your crying and whining was like music to her ears, surely best friends wouldn’t act this way but your friendship was else. And Abby is way too busy shoving her knee into your cunt as you rode her out once again to think about it, your moans were louder than ever.

“Jesus, bunny.. you fucking slut.” Abby mocked you, laughing into your neck breathlessly as your hips rolled once again to fuck into her thigh.

She grabbed the back of your neck to look into your eyes. “Can’t get enough huh? Makes me wish I had a dick so I can go all the way.” She mumbled, kissing the side of your neck as it turned you into a puddle of cum. “Abby..” you moaned, your cunt dragging up and down her toned thigh.

“Sit on my face huh?” Abby suggested, the thought of her tongue inside of you again was blinding and you nodded eagerly. “Yes please, oh god please.” You whined, your whimpers were turning her on so bad, she came twice just by pleasuring you.

Abby lied down on your bed, quickly crawling to sit on her face, the feeling of her nose was too good, you were a shuddering mess, finally feeling that sensitivity that would get you to stop and take a breath, but one last time, you needed this, needed her.

Her tongue was working wonders on your sensitive bundle of nerves, making your moans more strained, closing your thighs in on her head. “Fuck.. Abby..” you cried, rolling your hips to ride her face. “Fuck uh..” you moaned again as Abby flicked her tongue against your clit and it made you grab her hair and ride her face harder. Soft uh uh uh uh’s echoing in the bedroom.

Gushing all you had down Abby’s face, your cum dripping down her cheeks and her nose, as soon as you pulled away from her face Abby just laughed, mostly surprised her best friend was that much of a freak.

She knew certain stuff about you, but never like this, and getting proof? Abby was ecstatic, she’s never going to live this one down.

You finally caught your breath and looked at her next to you, she was wiping her face with her hands, licking what’s left off her lips. “Stop laughing.” You warned, closing your legs as the amount of friction was catching up in no time.

“My goodness you’re a freak!” Abby laughed some more, copying the way you were moaning as you smacked her arm. “Stop!”

“Who fucking knew! Bunny, I never imagined you’re that loud.” Abby laughed some more, standing up, fixing her trousers, she was definitely affected by this but oh how she loves teasing you, now she has a better reason.

You sat up on your elbow and huffed. “I was pent up okay?” You said defensively. “For a year?” Abby jokes, letting out another hearty laugh.

“Oh fuck you.” You say and smack her with a pillow, her face a little shiny from your cum, the reality of what just happened was making you a bit shy but again it was Abby, so much history and stuff worse than cumming on her face occurring.

She helped you clean up as you both laughed at what just happened, your friendship is indeed else.

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fastandcarlos · 4 months ago

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Soft Launch : ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc

summary: follow along to see the journey of charles’ soft launch to reveal your relationship…

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charles_leclerc: another week and another race, looking forward to heading to montreal with the team for another race ✈️

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username1: did you think you could just post those legs and we wouldn’t say anything??

arthur_leclerc: it’s taken you long enough to start dropping some clues 😂

oscarpiastri: @/arthur_leclerc this feels like something a member of the family would know about??

username2: is this a stupid way of telling us you’re in a relationship 🤔

landonorris: I’m not gonna leave you alone until you tell me all about this at the race just so you know

username3: no idea who the person is but I’m already insanely jealous that they got to rest their legs in your lap…

alex_albon: let’s all now guess what charles’ media questions are gonna be about this weekend 🤔

carlossainz55: and here I was thinking that I was the only love in your life 💔

charles_leclerc: @/carlossainz55 please don’t get jealous sweetie 💕

username4: please don’t go all soft launch on us leclerc 😭

username5: wishing it was me getting to fly around the world with you instead!

pierregasly: wait you’ve not just kept this a secret from the world but a secret from me too 😱

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charles_leclerc: I think these photos are what the cool kids call living my best life ☺️

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username6: I wonder if there’s a certain someone that’s suddenly made him live his best life!?

landonorris: you would never know you’ve never been cool in your life 😉

username7: you need to explain yourself mr leclerc!!!

olliebearman: we get it, you’ve got a girlfriend now, quit bragging 😂

username8: there are so many questions in my mind right now that need answering 😂

carlossainz55: 😊😊😊😊

username9: we should put a ban on soft launches they’re the cruelest things

maxverstappen1: that second photo you were secretly smiling at me across the media pen I’m sure!

charles_leclerc: @/maxverstappen1 whatever helps you sleep at night my friend

username10: you just know he’s absolutely loving the fact he knows he’s winding us all up rn too ☺️

oscarpiastri: as a cool kid, I can assure you that the cool kids have moved on from this phrase now 😝

username11: at least charles has finally realised that he’s not cool anymore 😂 danielricciardo: can’t believe you’ve finally decided to make our

relationship public!!

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciardo I just couldn’t hide my love for you any longer 😂

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charles_leclerc: somewhere new with someone new. life doesn’t get any better than this 🌴🌊

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username12: even from behind they look like such a good match 🥺

carlossainz55: I remember before you got a girlfriend and you used to go on holiday with me 😔

charles_leclerc: @/carlossainz55 forgetting like we’re not going away at the end of the season??

username13: how much longer does he plan on keeping these games up for!?

georgerussell63: I feel like a fan hanging on to find out more about your girlfriend too 😂

iamrebeccad: I want to meet her and tell her lots of embarrassing stories about you!!

username14: I want to hate him for doing this to us but it’s impossible…

pierregasly: I’d argue that life would be better if I was there with you guys too ☺️

username15: notice how there’s three beers, I wonder who else is with them??

lewishamilton: I refuse to believe you rode that bike in those jeans 😂

charles_leclerc: @/lewishamilton fashion first and comfort second 💯

username16: can we all agree if he doesn’t reveal soon we’ll all just unfollow and leave him to post to no one??

arthur_leclerc: not you leaving the family waiting like the fans to actually meet her properly 🙄

username17: have I ever told you charles how damn impatient I am??

alex_albon: nothing like impressing a new girlfriend with a holiday 😂

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charles_leclerc: introducing my beautiful girl to the beautiful sunsets that monaco has to offer 🌅

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username18: ofc charles would make it too dark so we can’t actually see her 😔

danielricciardo: this might be the most aesthetic group of photos I’ve ever seen from you!

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciardo I’ve been getting lessons from the best 🥺

username19: the way they look at each other I don’t need to see anymore to know they’re happy together!

maxverstappen1: you’ve got a girlfriend??? you should’ve mentioned it!

charles_leclerc: @/maxverstappen1 one day I’m gonna block you!

username20: I’m already in love I don’t need to be tormented anymore 😂

oscarpiastri: you gotta gimme some tips charles so I can up my game if these are the sorts of dates you’re organising

username21: im more jealous that she got to go on a boat date with him than anything else!!

lewishamilton: you guys are such a good couple, annoyingly adorable all weekend at the race

carlossainz55: told you a sunset was a good date idea 😉

username22: I hate how most of the drivers know about her now…they’re probably enjoying teasing us too 😭

landonorris: welcome back romantic charles leclerc, we missed you 💞

username23: what spy tricks is he using to be able to take her to races and have absolutely no one realise!?!?

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charles_leclerc: no one else I would rather adventure around the world with than you 🌎✨

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username24: ah we finally got a proper reveal, she’s stunning charles!!

landonorris: nothing like flexing just how strong you are for the gram 💪🏻

charles_leclerc: @/landonorris no problem for these guns 🔥

username25: look at how perfect they are together ✨

carlossainz55: feel like you’ve grown up right before my very eyes 🤧

maxverstappen1: I remember when you used to moan to me about how badly you wanted a girlfriend 😂

username26: the day we’ve waited for so long has arrived, goodbye soft launch era 👋🏻

georgerussell63: I along with all your fans thank you for finally giving us what we want 😂

alex_albon: you’ve become as soft as your launches with these captions of yours

username27: I’m officially obsessed with the two of them together omg

arthur_leclerc: stop gatekeeping your girlfriend and bring her home to all of us too!!

username28: I knew she was gonna be beautiful but this is something else 🥺

oscarpiastri: idk about that, I can take you on some pretty cool adventures too charles 😉

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charles_leclerc: feeling beyond lucky to finally bring my girl to her very first podium and deliver a trophy back home with us too 🏆🏎️

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username29: we’re all so happy for you charles, congrats on the win!!

scuderiaferrari: congratulations charles, the whole team is so proud of you ❤️

username30: we finally get to see her in the paddock too this is so exciting 🥳

iamrebeccad: it was so lovely to finally meet her this weekend charles, you’ve got yourself a good one there!

charles_leclerc: @/iamrebeccad I don’t plan on letting her go anytime soon either 🥺

username31: okay can we officially agree that she’s a good luck charm and needs to be there forever!?

carlossainz55: can you leave your celebrations with her for when I’m out of my driver’s room please 🔇

charles_leclerc: @/carlossainz55 stfu we weren’t even doing anything 🙄

username32: that third photo was from when charles found her in the crowd…look at his little smile!

landonorris: thought we’d be nice and give you the win seeing as your girlfriend was there 😝

username33: that was an incredible drive charles, right back in contention for the championship 🎉

maxverstappen1: forgetting the part where ferrari steal your trophy and take it back to base with them 😂

pierregasly: no pressure now but she’s got high standards of you on race weekends!

username34: the way he ran over to her when he got outta the car, I can’t 😭

danielricciardo: huge drive my friend, I would say enjoy the celebrations but it sounds like you already are 🤫

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charles_leclerc: introducing my angel to the family, safe to say she’s definitely got the seal of approval ✅

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username35: ahhh I can’t believe she met the fam, this must be serious!!

arthur_leclerc: we absolutely loved meeting her, you guys are the cutest 🥺

username36: they’re still all smiling so they must’ve loved her ☺️

carlossainz55: you’re family are adorable so ofc she fits right in 😂

username37: how could they not fall in love with her, she’s adorable!?

oscarpiastri: I don’t think she’s quite met all the family yet…has she??

charles_leclerc: @/oscarpiastri you’re not letting this go are you??

username38: finally arthur got exactly what he’s wanted for so long 🥺

username39: I’m so happy that this all went well, I’ve got a good feeling about these two…

landonorris: don’t remember you posting when she got our seal of approval 🤔

charles_leclerc: @/landonorris don’t remember you ever being as important as my family 😂

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charles_leclerc: seeing as you guys have been thirsting over my girl for so long, I’ll finally give you what you want. a whole post dedicated to my love, isn’t she just perfect!? 💞✨

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username40: she really is perfect, you’ve got yourself a good egg charles!!

danielricciardo: I feel like a proud father seeing these photos 😭

username41: how dare he suggest we’ve been thirsting over her 😂

maxverstappen1: I don’t think it’s just the fans who have been thirsting (@/georgerussell63)

georgerussell63: @/maxverstappen1 no idea what you’re talking about 🤭

username42: charles always knows how to deliver exactly what we want!

pierregasly: thank goodness we don’t have to listen to you moan about being single anymore!!

username43: I don’t think charles could’ve found a more perfect girl if he tried…

carlossainz55: as much as it pains me to say it…you guys are pretty cute ❤️

username44: forever obsessed with these two and forever praying for more content from them too 🙏🏻

iamrebeccad: 10/10 agree that she is in fact perfect!

landonorris: you’d look cuter with me by your side, but I guess she’ll do 😂

username45: we hate you for soft launching but we love you for the fact that you’re just so happy 💕

ynusername: 🥺🥺🥺

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

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ellecdc · 2 months ago

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I can’t find many fics with this…but would you maybe be willing to right poly marauders x werewolf reader?

Not in like a super angsty way. Maybe just like the morning after the full moon and Sirius and James are teasing reader and Remus because “you guys are like puppies chasing after bunnies.” Or maybe like prep for the moon and wow all the chocolate is gone it’s barely been a day.

I love this! thanks for the request, I hope I did it justice <3

poly!marauders x werewolf!reader post full-moon [836 words]

CW: fem!reader, post-moon care, werewolves being giant goofy baby dogs, James being doting, sirius being soft af [my kryptonite], Remus being stupid in love

His eyes - though obviously clear and clean of any blood, sweat, or debris - feel like they are crusted over. His chest feels like it’s being weighed down by a herd of erumpants. And his mouth tastes like acid and iron.

But the first thing from his mouth is the sound of your name as it rips through the sandpaper that's coating his throat, blindly feeling around on the bed whilst refusing to open his eyes.

“Easy, Rem.” James whispers, and Remus can feel gentle fingers card through his hair. “She’s okay.”

“Where is she?” Remus croaks, still blindly searching for you even though it has become clear Remus won’t find you there.

“She’s right here, Moons.” He hears Sirius murmur, further from him than James is, which makes him too far away.

Remus finally wrenches his eyes open and turns his head on his pillow, his neck cracking audibly as he finally spots the bed you’re situated in.

If Remus didn’t know better, he’d think it rather looked like Sirius was the one in the hospital wing; laying back on the bed, his head propped up comfortably on the stack of pillows meant for you whilst you were situated between his legs, your cheek smooshed up against his chest that rose and fell in time with his breathing.

But Remus does know better.

“What’re you doing in her bed?” Remus grumbles, but the inflection is more a result of his current state and less to do with any real ire. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit how sweet a picture it painted; Sirius’ onyx hair fanned out against the white of the pillow cases, the sun warming a few strands ever so slightly causing them to appear a chocolatey brown as your breathing continued in perfect rhythm. You seem so content, so secure, so loved that even whilst unconscious, you lean into them with your full trust.

“Same thing Jamie’s doing in yours.” Sirius responds breezily around a yawn, and Remus looks up to notice that James is actually perched on the head of his bed looking down at him - like he hung, well, the moon - massaging at his scalp that Remus swore saw any residual tension seeping from his body with every stroke of James’ careful fingers.

“She okay?” Remus asks then, letting his eyes fall closed as Sirius lets out a indignant scoff.

“‘Course she is, we’re not new here.” He sneers playfully at Remus, pulling you closer to him by the shoulders when you shift in your sleep and brushes his hand up and down your back in broad strokes; Remus is sure it feels heavenly.

“We’re fine too, by the way.” James teases as he leans down to press a kiss to Remus’ forehead. “Not like we were the ones doing all the hard work last night or anything.”

“Hard work.” Remus snorts. “I’m sorry; did your bones bend and break, and did your skin stretch and snap twice?”

“No…” James admits, though it’s Sirius who continues the banter.

“We were just in charge of chasing two giant, hyperactive puppies through the forest all night.”

“We’re not puppies.”

“Yes you are.” Sirius laughs, though Remus can tell - for Sirius’ part - he’s working very hard to dim his brightness in an attempt to keep you sound and not wake you. It makes Remus’ heart swell. “Dolly’s afraid of her own sodding shadow and yelped at every snapping twig, requiring plenty of reassurance, and Moony spent about twenty minutes chasing his own tail before he fell head first into a tree when he got dizzy.”

“That’s not true, is it?” Remus whispers to James who quickly offers him an apologetic smile.

“‘Fraid so, Moons. The two of you also had what I swore was a howling contest last night, too.”

“Oh my gods.” Sirius laughs as he recalls the memory. “Moony’s voice actually cracked like a teenage boy going through puberty, and Dolly’s voice was completely hoarse by the time we convinced the two of you to knock it off.”

“She’s not going to be able to speak more than a whisper for the next foreseeable future.” James adds, looking equal parts fond, exasperated, and sympathetic for you as they watch you push your face into Sirius’ chest.

“We’ll make her tea.” Sirius declares, his own voice but a whisper as he holds you close, eyes far away as if he’s focusing especially hard on keeping you comfortable and sleeping soundly.

“With lots of honey.” Remus agrees quietly, smile growing when Sirius’ eyes meet his and crinkle in the corners.

“Pandora told me she has a recipe for lavender tea; could be nice to try after a moon, hm?” James offers.

“You’d probably like that too, hey Moons? Lavender tea.” Sirius asks.

And Remus couldn’t deny that he would probably like just about anything so long as he was able to enjoy it with the three of you; pre- and post-moons, recovering in the hospital wing, watching paint dry, steeping tea…whatever.

“Yeah, Pads.” He admits. “I think I would.”

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homoroni · 1 month ago

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°My Fav Comfort Fics°

Theodore Nott

The Softening Edge - your love language is touch and Theo usually loves it until someone makes fun of Theo for it. He ends up pushing you away until he realised how much of an idiot he’s been.

Written In The Stars

Pet dates - When Theo took a cat into his dormitory one evening, he didn't expect to wake up next to a girl the next morning.

Whoopsie - You can't help your clumsiness, but when you land with a bruise on your face, you're reminded that your boyfriend, Theo really hates to see you hurt.

Gamers Embrace - You learn just how clingy your gamer boyfriend Theo can be when he refuses to let her move her legs, all in the name of needing her warmth during a gaming session.

Pillowtalk - Theodore comes home to find you sleeping on the couch and picks you up, taking you to bed.

Beautiful People Beautiful Problems - Theo finds out you've been hiding something from him when he finds you in the bathroom in the middle of the night.

Pure Heart - You found Theo’s journal. Now, you don't know how to act around him.

Fights - Theo comes to you after a fight....again.

Not Even The Addressee - When Theodore's name gets misspelled he's not happy about it.

Flustered And Blushing - in which you're a flustered mess around Theo Nott and he absolutely adores it.

For The First Time - in which, the usual womaniser finds himself in love with a girl who doesn’t even know his name…

You Understand - Hogwarts students aren't exactly known for minding their own business. Thankfully, you and Theo speak a language they don't.

So This Is Love - there's a weird feeling that erupts in theo's chest whenever he looks at you and for the first time in his life his mind goes silent.

The Boyfriend Agreement - Your boyfriend tells you about an agreement you signed when you were kids.

Jealousy - an unexpected situation catches you off guard in the heart of florence and your boyfriend reveals a side of him you’ve never seen before.

Baby, Won't You Be My Girl?

Oh Bella - 3 times the reader teases Theo’s Italian roots + 1 time she celebrates them.

Clingy Sleepy Boyfriend - Your boyfriend doesn't want to let you go, even if it's to pee.

Study Break - just theodore wanting kisses while you’re busy studying.

Withdrawal - Theo decides to quit smoking, but doesn't realise that his decision would affect his girlfriend, too. ♡

Through The Wringer - Theo tries to get your attention by spoiling you with gifts. you pretend not to notice the shift just to mess with him. childhood friends to lovers.

Taking What's Not Yours - in which you have a bad habit of taking your boyfriend's things.

Like Snow On The Beach - christmas is your absolute favorite time of the year! the tree, the lights, the music, the food . . . however, to you, the most important thing about christmas is spending it with your loved ones.

Shut Up Kiss Me

Crying In The Courtyard - you find something out about your crush.

Matteo Riddle

Breaking Point - Mattheo gets into too many fights and you have enough and call off your relationship. However you are still the only person that can get through to him.

Cold Comfort - Mattheo has one rule: any girl can share his bed but none can stay the night. when the unexpected happens, and you're begging to be the first, you find out why he had the rule in the first place.

Height Difference

After The Storm - you can’t find your boyfriend after an argument, and the castle is surrounded by dementors

For You - Mattheo gets into another fight with a new guy and when Professor McGonnagal surprisingly does not punish your boyfriend for it, you discover what she really thinks about your relationships.

Sleeping After An Argument - you decided not to sleep with him after an argument.

Veritaserum - When mattheo drinks veritaserum on a bet, he's confident he doesn't have anything to hide... until you show up.

Cuddle Comfort

The Black Lake - Mattheo is hogwarts' triwizard tournament champion, and he's proven that he can crush the competition. but when the stakes are raised, and you're involved, nothing will get in his way.

Riddle's Girl - Mattheo mattheo has…feelings about you wearing his quidditch jersey.

White Xmas - Mattheo comes to spend christmas with you and your family.

Chicken Noodle Soup

Puppy Eyes - your boyfriend suckered you into becoming an animagus with him, and knowing him it was probably to cause mischief.

Please, Please, Please - mattheo is your slightly toxic, slightly unhinged, but absolutely adoring and completely obsessed boyfriend.

Draco Malfoy

Busy Bee - you may have accidentally fallen asleep on Draco, but in your defense, he was really comfortable to sleep on! now, though, you're forced to face your feelings for him and do something about them.

Pretty Girl - although you're a hufflepuff, Draco can't seem to suppress his feelings for you and has been asking you out since third year

Buy Me Presents - Draco loves you, and you love him. he just needs a little push to make things official.

Sweet Disaster - You and draco are inseparable friends, but deeper feelings come to light when you're asked on a date with someone who is determined to take advantage of you.

Mornings By His Side - Draco Malfoy was a dream, and being able to sleep with him was a dream come true.

Lorenzo Berkshire

You’re Not Everyone Else - Enz thought he knew everything there was to know when it came to wooing pretty witches, but it will take a lot more than the botanical gardens to win you over.

Dress

In A World Full Of Boys He's A Gentleman - in a world filled with men, there’s Lorenzo Berkshire, a sweetheart and gentleman.

Stiles Stilinski

Call Me Biles - Ever since you started dating Stiles, you've been calling him Biles and no one told you you were wrong.

Tired

Rainstorms - it’s the middle of the night and you wake up due to the heavy rainstorm outside, and after you get up, your boyfriend Stiles, can’t really sleep on his own.

Were Dating?

Others

"Oh Shit, Are You Crying?" - Tangerine accidentally hurts your feelings.

"Oh Shit Are You Crying?" - Your boyfriend makes you feel unloved in some stupid misunderstanding he quickly remedies.

Pretty Boy - everyone knew you had a thing for the boy who lived, everyone, that is, except for Harry Potter himself.

Lovers Rock - you find a strange creature in the streets of New York that happens to be Newt Scamander's.

My Absolute Favourites - ♡

My Period Comfort Masterlist

#harry potter #theodore nott #matteo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #draco malfoy #x reader #comfort #fanfic #fic rec #harry potter fic

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stepbrorafe · 9 months ago

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Movie Night - RC

summary : a sleepover w stepbro rafe takes a turn

warnings : swearing, stepcest, somnophilia(dubcon?), fingering, oral, idk idk

a/n : my first lil fic type deal on this acc :) feel free to send in reqs or comment opinions or just talk to me <3

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“What?” Rafe’s deep voice called out from the other side of the door.

You slowly twist the knob, pushing the door open, eyes instantly meeting his bare back as he leaned over his bed.

“I said ‘what’, I didn’t say come-“ He starts, cutting himself off as he turns to you.

You sheepishly smile, “Sorry, I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe have a movie night?”

His eyebrows furrowed together, confusion plastering itself across his face. Your smile slightly falters as he doesn’t respond for a moment.

“Where’s Sarah and Wheezie?” He questions, as they’re who you usually hang out with.

“Wheezie’s sleeping, Sarah’s where she always sneaks off to anymore.” You mumble, “Just figured maybe me and you could have a sleepover or something. It’s okay though.”

He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want to have a movie night with you. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want even more than that. He absolutely loves whenever you’re around, yet he hates it at the same time.

He can’t help but drink in the way you move, the way you speak, the way you seem so innocent yet so naughty. In all honesty, his believing you have a naughty side is purely delusional. You’ve done nothing of the sort to incline you’re anything but innocent. Maybe that’s what it is though. Maybe he just wants to prove that you can be a slut. A slut for him.

Just as you’re turning around to leave, his voice stops you, “What are we watching?”

Your lips twist up in a smile, one that he has to purse his lips from mirroring. You close the door, sauntering over to his bed in your short little bottoms and thin tank top.

“We can watch whatever.” You say, crawling into his bed.

His eyes bore into the way you make yourself comfortable on his blankets, your smooth legs crossing along his bed. He swallows the accumulating saliva, flicking the light off and joining you.

He grabs the remote from his nightstand, passing it to you to choose a movie, stating, “Anything but a chick flick.”

The giggle falls from your lips so effortlessly, causing him to clear his throat and avert his eyes from you.

The night progresses with several movies before you find yourself sound asleep beside Rafe. He isn’t so lucky as sleep refuses to wash over him.

Instead, he’s left staring at you while you snooze. Your cheeks are slightly squished, causing your lips to form into a pout. Your long lashes rest on your cheeks, casting shadows along your skin. Your hair falls into your face, and he can’t help but brush it behind your ear, letting his fingers linger momentarily.

His eyes lower, taking in the way your cleavage is on show as your tank top is bunched below your tits. Your collarbones so prominent, the soft moonlight, shining through from the window, hitting them with a cool glow.

His gaze continues down your body, boring into the skin of your stomach showing as your shirt rides up. It also reveals the waistband of your small shorts. The shorts that barely cover the curve of your ass. In fact, he can see it clear as day. His eyes rake down the rest of you, soaking in the way your plump thighs damn near swallow your bottoms. Your smooth legs resting atop of one another, begging to be spread.

He can’t help the growing of his cock, now straining against his boxers, aching to be released. He lets out a breath, his eyes closing as he revels in the dirty fantasies he’s having.

He so badly wants to pull your legs apart and kiss you through the fabric of your shorts. He wants to squeeze your tits as he buries himself in you, swallowing all the pretty little sounds you make.

He lets out a hiss as his hand rests on his covered cock, adding just the slightest bit of pressure, seeking relief.

Before he can stop himself, he’s scooting closer to you. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back into him. He has to hold back a groan as your ass presses into his bulge.

Completely oblivious the state he’s in, you push back ever further, enjoying the cuddles from your stepbrother.

His hand slides down to your exposed stomach, rubbing small patterns into the skin, taking notice in the way goosebumps form beneath his touch. He can’t help but smirk at that.

You let out a soft hum, still in a deep unconscious state. His hand slowly trails higher, traveling up your torso. His hand halts when he feels your boob. You’re not wearing a bra.

He almost groans at the thought, convincing himself that you did it on purpose. That you want him to touch you. And so he does.

His hand fully engulfs your bare tit, squeezing it so firmly. You stir in your sleep, rolling onto your back. His eyes glimmer at the access you’re unknowingly giving him.

He pinches your hard nipple before removing his hand, and sliding it to the waistband of your shorts. Without hassle, his fingers poke into your bottoms, trailing further down. He tosses his head back at the notion of you not wearing any panties either. You’re practically begging to be fucked.

Taking in your sleeping figure, he lets his fingers go lower, sliding over your bare lips, groaning when he feels your arousal seeping through.

“I knew you were a slut.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

His fingers prod at your slit, pushing your lips open as he rubs you up and down. You let out a small, almost inaudible, moan from the feeling.

Rafe licks his lips, slowly circling your clit with two fingers. He can feel your body slightly tremble against him. Without a second thought, his fingers slide down to your entrance, pushing into you.

The action makes your body jump, instantly pulling you from your dreamy state. Your eyes flutter a few times, taking in what’s happening. Your heart rate picks up and your eyes widen, acknowledging the fact that your stepbrother has his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.

“Rafe!” You gasp, attempting to push his hand away.

“Shh, you’re okay.” He whispers into your ear, his opposite hand holding you in place.

“W-what are you doing?” You panic, your body tensing as he continues to fuck his digits into you.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He quips, curling his fingers into your spongy walls.

It pulls a moan from you, one that you try to hide away as your cheeks burn bright with embarrassment.

You shake your head, “Stop. This is wrong, you’re my brother.”

“Stepbrother.” He corrects through gritted teeth.

His pace speeds up, the squelching sound filling in the room. Your brows knit together as you bite back your moans, the feeling being all too pleasurable.

“Do you really want me to stop?” He breathes against you. “Just tell me to stop and I will.”

Your mind races with a million thoughts a second, yet you feel blank at the same time. There’s no denying how good you feel right now, and how attracted you’ve felt towards Rafe. You always swallowed those feelings down, knowing it’s not right. But right here, right now, you don’t seem to care about anything else other than the feeling of his fingers working you.

“No, no.” You moan, your back arching. “Please don’t stop.”

He smirks, “That’s my girl.”

Next thing you know, he’s in between your legs, tongue lapping at your wetness as his fingers thrust in and out of you. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging at the strands as you buck your hips into his face while soft moans fall from your lips. You can practically feel his smirk as he pulls you closer.

“Taste so good, sound so pretty.” He coos, sucking up your juices. “Always knew you’d be a mess for me.”

You whine at his words, feeling your orgasm sneaking up on you. It doesn’t take long. His lips puckering around your clit and sucking harshly brings you over the edge. The guilt you have for letting him touch you dissipates as euphoria floods your veins. Your body convulses, legs shaking as you let go. He moans against your pussy, devouring everything you have to give him.

You’re left panting, coming down from the delicious high he gave you. He sits up, licking your remaining arousal from his lips. Scooting back up next to you, he pulls you into him once more, burying his face in your hair.

“What are you doing?” You whisper, still breathless.

“Thought you wanted to have a sleepover.” He mumbles, leaving you in a state of shock at what just took place.

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tags : @sunkissedrafe @wickedtactics @bunnycvnts @butterflyoceandreams

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chibinasuu · 29 days ago

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Hello! I saw your req’s were open >.< so I was wondering if I could ask for a zoro or Sanji x sleepy reader. Specifically where reader is constantly sleepy and NEEDS their naps or they will be cranky like a toddler XD sorry this is just exactly how I am and I think it’s kinda silly <3 thank youu && I love your work

asdjkdlakdj this is such a cute prompt!! thank you so much for the request! i know you said zoro or sanji, but i couldn’t decide so i just did both :)

hope you enjoy <3

Much-needed Nap

Pairings: Zoro, Sanji x Reader (separate) Tags: sfw, fluff, established relationship, GN but written with F!Reader in mind, no use of y/n

Zoro

“Zorooo,” You pouted from your perch on the bench of the crow’s nest, “How much longer are you going to take?”

The swordsman in question was doing some push-ups effortlessly in the center of the room, “I literally just started warming up.”

“Oh, come on!” You went over and crouched beside him, poking the hard muscles of his bare back, “It’s nap time.”

He paused and looked at you incredulously, “You already took a nap right after lunch!”

“I can’t help it that I’m already sleepy again!”

“Well, go take another nap then.” He said, continuing his reps, “I gotta finish this set.”

“But I wanna nap with you!” You whined as you belly-flopped onto his back without so much as a warning, your arms clinging to his neck, “Now, Zoro!”

Zoro, the monster that he is, didn’t even stumble and continued with his push-ups as if there was no added weight of another person’s whole body on top of his.

“Fifty more.” He compromised. “You can stay where you are. Hell, you can just nap like that if you want.”

After a few more reps, he chuckled, “This is actually great training – I could use the extra weight.”

You swatted the back of his head, and with an exaggerated gasp, you joked, “Are you saying I’m heavy?!”

His movement actually stuttered as he burst into laughter, “You’re insufferable.”

“And yet you love me anyway.”

“That, I do.”

The motion of Zoro’s exercise had a similar effect on you as a rocking chair, and you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier.

“...Forty-eight, forty-nine,” You vaguely registered Zoro counting, “Fifty!”

He carefully lowered himself onto the mat and you rolled off him, “Ugh, finally.”

Before Zoro could get up, you draped one of your legs and arms over him, trapping him to your side.

Zoro laughed, “At least let me get dressed first.”

“No, don’t get up.” You snuggled closer to him, “I’m comfy.”

He squirmed to get you both into a more comfortable position. Now on his back with your head resting on his chest, he said, “Hm. Can’t believe I found someone who likes to nap more than me.”

“Seems like you met your match then.”

“Seems like I did.” He agreed.

It was dark when you were rudely awoken by Usopp’s shouts from below the mast, calling out that dinner was ready.

You sighed as you felt Zoro’s steady breathing, indicating that he was still fast asleep. You might be insufferable whenever you needed a nap, but your man was definitely more so whenever he needed to be woken up from his.

As you gently shook him awake, his arm, which had snaked around your waist in his sleep, tightened even further. He buried his face into your neck and refused to open his eyes.

You let out another exhale. You could only hope that Luffy had not already inhaled all of the food by the time you two finally got to the dining room.

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Sanji

“Hey,” Sanji called out, hands busy filling the kettle to make some tea for the two of you, “Do you want the blue mug or the yellow one?”

You were seated on the dining chair, your body slumped forward onto the table, arms pillowing your heavy head. It had only been a couple of hours since you woke up from your last nap, yet you could barely keep your eyes open now.

The rain pattered on, the faint sound of it hitting the deck outside and the window of the dining room only added to your drowsiness.

You had heard Sanji talking to you, but in your half-asleep state, you couldn’t find the energy to give him an answer.

Sanji, still facing the stove, repeated the question in a slightly louder voice, thinking you hadn’t heard him.

“I don’t care, Sanji!” You snapped as you put your forehead down on the table and closed your eyes.

Sanji paused, before immediately turning off the stove and putting away the mugs. Tea time could wait, he thought, but first, he needed to take care of his beloved.

He walked to where you sat and touched your back gently to get your attention.

You lifted your head and looked up at him, about to open your mouth to apologize for your ill temper, but he already had a knowing smile on his face.

“Come on,” he said, offering his hand, “It's time for your nap, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed as you took his outstretched hand, “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

Sanji only chuckled while he pulled you to your feet, “I know. You’re just tired, aren’t you?”

He led you to the plush couch on the other side of the kitchen, then sat down and patted his lap.

You curled up on the couch, placing your head on his lap as you’d done countless times before. The cook’s delicate fingers automatically went to your hair, his gentle strokes slowly lulling you to sleep.

“The blue one,” you mumbled sleepily, causing Sanji to reply with a confused “Huh?”

“I’d like the blue mug, please.”

Sanji smiled in amusement, “Sure thing, dear. We’ll get the tea brewing once you’re up from your nap.”

He touched his fingertips gently to his lips, then to your forehead, before returning them to your hair, “For now, sleep.”

You obliged, falling into a peaceful slumber, as you always do with him around.

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vrystalius · 2 months ago

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Live to see another day

After the Mugen Train incident your husband Kyojuro is slowly recovering with your help.

Pairing: Kyojuro x gn!reader

Despite all his injuries and great pains, your husband’s bright smile matches that of the sun. You dream of it every night, how life was before Kyojuro went on that damned mission that caused so much suffering and pain for the both of you. Yet, despite everything, he pushed through and forces himself through physical therapy in hopes to recover fully. Your head was resting on your crossed arms, on the hospital bed your husband was laying in. You weren’t planning on falling asleep like this, but you were so, so tired from everything yesterday.

Shinjuro came to visit and caused nothing but make Kyojuro’s heart-rate rapidly rise, his eye sight in the injuried eye got worse, his resistance to the pain-medication that Shinobu assigned to him increase and with that his pain got more intense. You thought your husband was getting better. Last night you were even able to crawl into his narrow hospital bed and cuddle with him. The first time in months. It was so nice to feel his arms wrapped around your body. His touch felt so securing and as if nothing in the world matters anymore, as if Kyojuro can protect you from anything. Even if he may be bedridden for so many more months.

You didn’t want to open your eyes yet despite waking up. You can’t look at your husband’s bandaged body yet, it’s too early in the morning for that. Your body relaxed in the awkward position you were in, your arms stretching and spreading out to carefully rest them over his legs. You wanted to feel him close but weren’t sure where you’re allowed to touch him without him giving you a pained smile and gently reminding you that what you just touched was making him want to cripple in pain. You left Kyojuro’s legs shift beneath your arms and you carefully pulled them back to your body, fearing you might did exactly what you were afraid of doing— hurting him. You slowly opened your eyes but didn’t lift your head, staring at your husband’s handsome, bandaged face from where you were resting your head. He was surprisingly awake already, staring right at you. Was he watching you sleep? You gave him a weak grin and rubbed your eyes, sitting upright on the incredibly uncomfortable chair you were sitting in, stretching your tired limbs. Kyojuro watched quietly.

“Good morning. You shouldn’t sleep like that, my flame. You will get back aches.”

You stretched your back and groaned loudly, proving his point. He laughed quietly, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you. His hand slowly reached out to your cheek and pulled your attention back on him. You carefully leaned into his touch, placing a small kiss into his palm.

“How are you feeling? You need anything for the pain?”

Your voice was still laced with sleep. Kyojuro shook his head slightly and pulled you a little closer.

“I’m fine love. Just stay with me, please.”

How could you refuse that wish? You scooted closer with your chair and rested your head on the edge of his pillow. His arm weakly wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers tracing loose patterns on your arm. His head slowly moved closer to yours, resting on top of yours. His warmth was radiating off his body and his touch was relaxing to the point of melting against his body. You lifted your arm and hovered over his chest and glanced at him, silently ask for permission to wrap your arm around his shoulders. A smile spread on Kyojuro’s face and he planted a kiss on the side of your head, nodding quietly. Slowly, your arm lowered to rest on his shoulder. You closely watched for flinches or pained expressions in case you were hurting him in any way, but wrapping your arm around his shoulder seemed fine. Tension left out of your body as you smiled softly. Kyojuro sighed contently and closer his eyes for a moment. The morning sun began to illuminate you two, the comforting warmth acting like a cozy blanket tucking you two in.

“I love you... Thank you for everything, my love.”

He turned his head slowly to look at you, his hand giving your arm a weak squeeze. There it was again, Kyojuro’s brightest smile that was able to brighten up even the most depressing days. You can’t even begin to comprehend how glad you are that your husband returned back to you, to your arms.

What would you do without him?

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Fictober prompt: “It’s a new day, let’s go.”

I was planning on posting something for Akaza today, but a mutual randomly reminded me that today is the fourth anniversary of the Mugen Train Arc release date (in Japan) and I thought I should write something for our best boy <3 I miss him greatly. I just noticed that I need a plushie of him or a figurine, I have neither although he was my first favourite character in the whole series. I want a big, huge plushie of him :(

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

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vanteguccir · 5 months ago

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I NEED Matt and sick reader, pure fluff, where she refuses to believe that she’s ill so he has to manhandle her, forcing her to stay in bed. He’s rough with her physically, but his soft words and sweet please take away from that because all he wants is for her to be okay

── ୨୧ !　a small blurb where Matt has to force you to stay in bed only because you can't accept that you're still sick

　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

The sun was barely peeking through the curtains when Y/N groggily opened her eyes, feeling the weight of a fever already pressing down on her. She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness sent her back onto the pillows. She took a deep breath and told herself she was fine, that her sickness from last night was already healed, pushing herself up again and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Her body ached, but she was determined to stick to her usual routine.

Matt, who had been sleeping lightly, attentive to everything - as he always did when his girl was feeling vulnerable -, stirred at the sound of her movements. He rubbed his eyes and glanced over at Y/N, immediately noticing her pale complexion and the sweat beading on her forehead.

"Y/N, sweetheart, you need to rest." He said softly, reaching out to touch her arm.

She shook her head stubbornly.

"I’m fine, Matt. I just need to get moving."

Matt sat up and gently but firmly took hold of her shoulders, guiding her back onto the bed.

"You’re not fine, baby. You’re burning up." His voice was calm, but the concern in his eyes was unmistakable. "Please, just lie down. You need to let your body heal."

Y/N tried to protest, but Matt’s hold was unyielding. He carefully pushed her down onto the mattress, his hands strong but his touch gentle.

"Matt, I can’t just lie here all day." She argued weakly, her voice betraying how unwell she felt.

"Y/N, you have to listen to me." Matt said, his tone firm but loving. He brushed a stray hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. "I know you want to get up and do your routine things, but right now, the best thing you can do is rest. You’re not going to get better if you push yourself."

She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I hate feeling useless."

"You’re not useless, sweetheart." Matt cooed, leaning down to press a tender kiss to her forehead. "You’re sick, and it’s okay to take a break. I’ll take care of everything today and use Nick and Chris's help, too. All you need to do is focus on getting better."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes softening at the genuine concern in his expression. She sighed, finally relenting.

"Okay, but just for today."

Matt smiled and kissed her forehead again.

"That’s my girl." He adjusted the blankets around her, making sure she was comfortable. "I’ll bring you some tea and something light to eat. Just relax and let me take care of you."

#⋆౨ৎ˚ 𝒍𝒆𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 #chris sturniolo #sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #blurb #matt sturniolo blurb #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader blurb #matt sturniolo x reader fluff

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witchywithwhiskey · 7 months ago

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12 and 17 Andy Barber💖

dreaming of a rainy spring morning

pairing: husband!andy barber x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dry humping, consensual somnophilia, piv sex, creampie, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise kink, very light bdsm, begging, teasing, pet names (wife, husband), sleepy cuddling, fluff, established relationship

word count: 1,200ish

a/n: i hope it's ok that i pulled from the smut prompt list instead of the fluff one—they were just more inspiring: “where are your manners?” + “beg for it.” i wanted to do something soft and i had the idea for this because it's rainy here today (and i probably should've done more rainy day fics since it rains so much in the spring 🫣). anyway, hope you enjoy!! ♡♡

The rain was a steady pitter patter against the windows, a soft morning light trickling through the glass and casting a cool, gray glow over the chilly bedroom. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of earth and water that filtered through the cracked window that had been left open overnight. Letting your eyes flutter closed again, you reached blindly across the bed until your fingertips brushed against the familiar warmth of your husband, Andy Barber.

Outside, the rain picked up its pace and a fierce wind ruffled the newly sprouted leaves of the spring trees, but inside your home, you were safe and warm—and you had other things to concern yourself with. Like squirming across the bed beneath the blankets so you could curl around your husband’s side, draping a leg over his thigh, feeling the hair on his tickling your skin.

With a soft sigh of relief, you settled in beside Andy, breathing in the familiar scent of his soap and feeling your body warm at his closeness. You tried to let sleep reclaim you, but there was a restlessness in you—a low, simmering heat in your core that didn’t allow you to slip back into the comforting embrace of sleep. Instead, it smoldered until it refused to be ignored.

Sleepily, you shifted your body until you lay on top of your husband, your thighs on either side of his hips and your bare pussy pressing against his soft cock in his boxers. You’d worn one of Andy’s t-shirts to sleep, but that was all you had on, while he wore his boxers and a t-shirt of his own. You grumbled a little at that, wishing you were pressed skin to skin with him, but you didn’t want to make the effort to wake him and undress.

Instead, you rocked lazily against Andy’s bulge, feeling his cock twitch and come to life. A mischievous smile curled the edges of your lips as you felt him harden beneath you, his cock stiffening beneath your puffy folds. You slid your messy slit against him, your clit bumping against the tip in such a delicious way, you had to bite back a moan.

You still had your eyes closed, your cheek pillowed on Andy’s broad chest while you took your pleasure at a leisurely pace. But soon it wasn’t enough. With as little movement as possible, you inched up Andy’s body until the tip of his cock was prodding against your slick hole. You were wet enough that he slipped in easily and you pushed back, taking the head into your tight, warm cunt.

“Where are your manners?” Andy rumbled, his voice gruff with sleep and startling you a little. But there was a hint of teasing in his tone that made you smile, happy your husband was up to join you in your morning delight. “So needy, wife—you can’t even wait until your husband’s awake to start playing with his cock, huh?”

“Sorry, husband,” you purred, not feeling sorry at all as you arched your back and pushed your hips down further on Andy’s hard length. “You shouldn’t have given me permission to do what I want while you’re sleeping if you didn’t want to wake up with my needy pussy wrapped around your hard cock.”

Andy groaned, his hands lifting to your hips and, with a brutal shove, he impaled you the rest of the way on his length, stuffing you full with one move and wringing a sharp gasp from your lips. He grunted at the tight squeeze of your inner walls and pressed a kiss to your temple, his beard rasping against your skin and making you shiver.

“Love waking up to your perfect cunt on my cock, wife,” he rumbled, his hips thrusting up lazily while you moaned and rocked back onto his cock. “So soft and warm and wet for me—you feel perfect, wife, perfect.”

Your fingers sank into Andy’s thick hair and you guided his mouth to yours as best you could without opening your eyes, your lips finding one another in the dim light of the morning. Your husband kissed you as sweetly as he’d spoken his words of praise, filling you with every ounce of love in his heart while you poured your own back into him.

The soft clapping of your skin against his set a new rhythm in the room as the rain continued outside, but you were too wrapped up in your husband to notice anything beyond him. When your mouths finally parted, you gasped and moaned while he grunted and groaned beneath you, your bodies writhing together and seeking pleasure in each other.

“Andy,” you cried softly on a gasp, burying your face in his neck while your fingers curled in his hair, clinging on to him as ecstasy swirled through your body. “I’m gonna—please, husband,” you mumbled, knowing you didn’t make sense, and knowing it didn’t matter because Andy would know what you needed because of the way your pussy was fluttering around his thrusting length.

But it seemed your husband wanted to pay you back for waking him up early because his next words weren’t a soothing acknowledgement of your looming release. They were a dirty demand, rumbled right into your ear.

“Beg for it.”

A whimper escaped your lips at the command, the gruff sternness in Andy’s voice only making your body clench tight as you barreled toward your release. You were so close that all you could do was submit and give Andy what he wanted.

“Please, husband, please make me come,” you babbled, the words falling from your lips easily as you were driven by your need for satisfaction. “Wanna come all over your big cock, wanna feel you spill inside me—please, please, oh god, Andy, please!”

“Good girl,” he cooed in your ear, gripping your ass in his big hands, making you squeal as his fingertips dug into your plush softness. “Now, come,” he growled through gritted teeth, holding you still as he fucked up into you, bouncing your hips on his cock and grinding against your clit in just the right way to set you off.

You came with a scream that you muffled against Andy’s shoulder, your mouth open wide as you wailed in ecstasy, your whole body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. Andy’s arms flexed against your sides, holding you pinned down on top of him, your pussy rhythmically squeezing his cock while he rutted up into you. It wasn’t long before he was groaning his own release, his cock twitching deep in your cunt as he came inside you.

When he was spent, Andy heaved a heavy sigh and sagged back into the bed, leaving you to stay sprawled across his chest, his softening cock still wedged in your pussy. Your chests were pressed so tightly together, you could feel his heartbeat pounding against his ribcage, and you smiled, ducking your face to press a kiss right against his sternum.

“Go back to sleep, wife,” Andy muttered, running his hand down your spine to soothe you. His soft touch made your muscles melt, and sleep crowded into your consciousness.

“Yes, husband,” you mumbled, already halfway there.

Between the steady beating of Andy’s heart and the constant pitter patter of the rain against the windows, you were lulled back to sleep with a smile on your face. As you slept, you dreamt of your husband, and the love you felt when you were tucked safely into the warmth of his arms on a rainy spring morning.

#witchywithwhiskey's springtime fun #andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber smut #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans smut #chris evans characters #witchywithwhiskeywork #our-marvel-universe #established relationship

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chaotic-birds · 1 year ago

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be with you || j.pt

Jason wakes up in the middle of the night and you're not there.

🌙 Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader (gn)

🌙 Genres/AUs: Fluff, (emotional) hurt/comfort, established relationship

🌙 Warning(s): mention of kidnapping

🌙 Word Count: 1.1k

🌙 Author's Note: I have so many Jason Todd fic ideas 😵‍💫 For now, I decided to just write this. I normally don't post such short fics, but I want to get used to doing so. Sometimes I just wanna write without thinking of intensive plots 😪 That being said, please enjoy this little fluff piece! Sometimes, we just need some fluff in our lives. Also, this is my first Jason fic after a few years so… 😬 (im a lil nervous)

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When Jason turns to his other side to pull you against him, his eyes fly open.

Your side of the bed is empty.

And cold.

Which means it’s been a while since you left.

You left.

Did you leave or did someone take you?

Jason’s distressed eyes scan the bedroom. There’s no sign of a struggle. Plus, he would at least hope he’d wake up to the commotion if something like that happened.

But if you didn’t get kidnapped, where did you go?

Worry fills his chest and his heart pumps faster at the influx of questions in his head.

All the doubt about whether he’s making you happy clouds his mind. Had he said something yesterday that had upset you? Are you not happy with him anymore? Did someone better come into your life?

Jason groans and rakes his hands through his hair, tugging roughly at the ends to feel something other than uneasiness.

His hands fall to his sides when he sees your belongings at your vanity.

That’s a good sign, right? Maybe you didn’t leave him after all.

Jason slides off the bed and heads out of the bedroom.

“Babe?” he calls.

There’s no answer.

He wanders to the bathroom. Empty.

He goes to the living room. Empty.

Finally, he goes to your home office.

You’re sat in your chair with your headset on, fingers clacking against the keyboard.

The heavyweight he had put on his shoulders instantly lifted. He releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

He takes three large steps before he encloses his arms around you from behind.

You yelp, jumping and hitting your head against his jaw.

He grunts at having bit the inside of his cheek in the process.

Although your arms are glued to your sides, you tilt your head and lift a hand as high as it can go to remove your headset.

“Jay?” you question. “Did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet.”

He shakes his head and nuzzles his face against your neck more.

You lax in his arms, rubbing along his forearms and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Why are you awake then?” you wonder after a while.

“You weren’t in bed,” he mumbles.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “I forgot I had to finish something for work.”

“But it’s half past three. Can’t it wait?”

“Sadly, no,” you sigh.

Carefully, you try to pull apart his arms to free yourself. Jason refuses to let you do so.

“Baby,” you laugh softly when he holds you tighter. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be done in a bit.”

“No,” he grumbles.

Knowing he won’t give up, at least not easily, you nod. “Alright then. Should I bring in another chair for you?”

Jason shakes his head and finally lets go. He slides your chair back slightly and sinks to the floor in front of you.

Your legs part when he makes a home between them, wrapping his arms around your hips and resting his head on top of your thigh.

“Comfy?” you ask with a small smile, slightly amused.

He simply hums and closes his eyes.

Your gaze lingers on him before you focus on your work once more. You hurry more now, wanting to get back to bed with Jason.

A few minutes have passed when Jason speaks again.

“I-I thought you left me,” he whispers.

Your hands pause in their movement.

“Oh Jace,” you begin gently and place a hand against his cheek.

His eyes flutter open at your touch. His blue eyes are filled with worry and fear.

“I would never leave you.”

His eyes move between yours, trying to find a reason not to believe you. There’s that rotten side of him that tells him he doesn’t deserve to have company. That it’s inevitable for him to be alone.

“Unless you want me to,” you add.

He shakes his head aggressively. “Don’t say that.”

You smile softly at him. “Then it’s a done deal. You’re mine until the end of time.”

Jason cracks a small smile at your words, lifting his head.

“I like the sound of that,” he says.

Your grin grows. “I do too.”

Jason leans up, and you meet him halfway for a tender kiss.

“I’ve still got more to do. You want to go to bed now?” you ask once you pull away.

“Nope, I’m staying,” he replies, resting his head back on your leg.

His tone sounds lighter now, making your heart warm. Although you love all sides of Jason, this may be your favorite one.

Happy. Soft. Vulnerable.

After forty more minutes, you finally finish.

Jason has fallen asleep and has filled the room with his light snores. Some of his hair lays on his face, some of it slightly ruffled from sleeping in the bed earlier.

Cute.

You bring a hand to his hair, carding your fingers through his soft locks. You scratch at his scalp gently to wake him.

His eyes open, drooping and groggily.

“I’m done, let’s go to bed now,” you say.

He nods and slowly stands up from the floor. He sways a little on tired legs.

“Come on, sleepy head,” you tease lightly and grab his hand.

He lets you guide him back to the bedroom. You sit him down on the edge then gesture in the direction of the bathroom.

“I need to pee; you gonna come with me or will you stay here?” you question.

Jason frowns but nods. “If you take longer than five minutes, I’m coming in.”

You laugh and kiss the crown of his head. “If you say so.”

You know he’s being honest so you rush. Luckily, you make it in time for him not to come get you.

Jason hasn’t moved from when you left. He’s staring at the doorway, feet thumping rhythmically against the floor.

“You’re so needy tonight,” you observe and climb into bed. Jason scoots back until he’s beside you.

“I just miss you,” he sighs, pulling you against him like he originally wanted to do.

You lean back against his chest to feel him more.

“I’ve missed you too, Jay,” you reply.

There's been a rise in crime lately, which resulted in Jason being out in the field more than usual. However, it feels as if there’s a break and you and Jason are making the most of it. You’re sure he will be summoned again soon.

Jason snuggles your body more—if possible—and kisses the back of your head.

“We’re so sleeping in today,” he mumbles, a slight groan accompanying his words.

You giggle. “I can’t protest that.”

“Hm, good,” he says. “Goodnight, baby.”

Smiling, you echo, “Goodnight, Jay.”

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recklesssturniolo · 1 year ago

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Hotel - M.S

Based on a req for reader n Matt having to share a hotel room/bed together, enemies x lovers, dom!Matt, some degrading

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor (or that bitch from Wattpad you can gtfo)

Finding a hotel this late at night with available rooms was almost impossible, but we got lucky - until Nick announced Matt and I would be sharing a room.

“You’re fucking kidding right? There’s no way I’m sharing a room with him” I yell, glaring at Matt.

“Listen I know it isn’t ideal but it’s just how we’re gonna have to do it. It’s one night you’ll both be fine” Nick sighs.

“About to be the worst night of my life” Matt grumbles.

“Jesus Christ I can’t listen to you two any longer, let’s just all go to our rooms and we’ll leave early tomorrow morning” Chris says.

Everyone nods while Matt and I continue giving each other the death stare. Making it to our room, opening the door and both of us putting down our stuff, pure silence taking over.

“I’m going to change” I announce.

“Good for you” Matt mumbles.

I change in the bathroom into a simple t shirt and shorts. Walking out I feel Matt’s eyes travel up and down my body but choose not to comment on it but notice he had changed as well, leaving him without a shirt on.

Sighing as I got into the bed, I was already annoyed at how much space Matt was taking up.

“Move over for fuck sakes, and stay on your side” I say.

“Trust me I will, I don’t want to be any closer to you than I need to” He shoots back.

Matt glances over at me again before shuffling over, turning the lamp off and getting himself comfortable. I turn so my back is facing him, before attempting to fall asleep myself.

Unaware of how much time had passed, I wake up to Matt’s hand on my hip, his body right against mine. Why the fuck are we even in this position?

“You wouldn’t stop moving your fucking hips and I was freezing so moved over” He grumbles, clearly aware of the fact I had woke up.

“Alright, no need for the fucking attitude” I reply.

“Maybe if you weren’t basically grinding against my dick and giving me a hard on I wouldn’t have to give attitude” He snaps back.

My breath hitches in my throat hearing him say that. Suddenly becoming extremely aware of his dick pressed against my ass.

“Sounds like a you issue” I mumble, glad it was dark so he was unable to see the blush that formed on my face.

“Keep it up and you’ll be a whimpering mess beneath me” He replies.

All it took was that one sentence for me to feel an ache forming between my legs.

“What no snarky come back? Too affected by what I said?” He asks.

“Fuck off and let me go back to sleep” I grumble, refusing to admit that he was having an affect on me.

Turning back over and closing my eyes, I feel Matt’s hand fiddling with the waist band of my shorts. My breathing becoming heavier as I try to ignore the growing sensation of need forming.

“If you’re trying to pretend you aren’t turned on, you’re doing a shit job” He whispers in my ear. His lips trailing down my neck.

Tilting my head back slightly, giving him easier access to my neck, I let out a gasp as he nips slightly at the skin on my neck.

“Matt” I groan, the wetness growing in my panties.

“Hm?” He replies, his hand now cupping my clothed pussy with his fingers tracing small circles, “Spit it out, you’re already soaked”

“Please” I whine.

“Please what?” He asks.

“Fuck sakes Matt. Touch me please” I grumble.

“There you go, wasn’t so hard to use your words was it sweetheart?” He replies.

His hand moves under my panties, his fingers now rubbing circles on my clit, as I let out of moan. My legs spread wider as I feel his fingers move towards my entrance, tracing circles around it.

“I - Matt” I whimper.

“Yeah? Tell me what you want” He says.

“Stop teasing” I whine, my core aching for his fingers to be inside of me.

“Mm but you sound so good begging for me, like a desperate whore” He replies.

“Please I need it” I again whine, his teasing driving me insane.

“Always knew you were a little whore” He responds before pushing two fingers inside of me, curling them slightly.

“Oh my god” I moan.

He says something that I couldn’t hear, too focused on how good he was making me feel and the growing knot in my stomach.

“Are you listening to me?” He asks, snapping me back to reality as he grabs my face turning it to look at him, taking his fingers out of me.

“I - what? What are you doing? Why did you stop” I stutter, the lack of his fingers inside of me frustrating me.

“God you need to learn how to fucking listen” He growls, his hand moving to my neck and squeezing, “I said you’re gonna ride me so I can see how good of a slut you can be”

“Fuck - yes okay” I reply.

I watch as he shuffles to removes his pjs and boxers, my jaw dropping at the size of him as it sprung out and smacked his stomach.

“Get your shirt off” He demands, watching as I removed it before taking both breast in his hand and toying with my nipples, moans escaping my mouth as he did.

“Let me” I beg.

“Let you what?” He responds.

“Ride you, please I need you” I whine.

My eyes follow his hand, watching him spit on it before starting to jerk himself off.

“You think you deserve to? I could just keep getting myself off instead” He says.

Almost mesmerized as I watch his hand move up and down, my pussy throbbing for him, I manage to choke out, “Matt fuck come on”

He smirks before replying, “So needy, get on”

Moving so he was lined up with my entrance, I begin lowering myself, wincing as my pussy stretched due to his size.

“You can take it, don’t pretend you can’t” He says.

My hands on his lower stomach for support, a growl leaves his mouth, and a moan from mine as he’s fully inside of me. Moving myself up and down, my pace fastening as I continued I watched as his eyes repeatedly trailed up and down my body.

“Fuck me you really are a whore” He groans, “So fucking tight”

“Feels - feels so good” I whimper.

My pleasure only increases as Matt begins to thrust his hips up, matching my pace and meeting with mine each time I went back down.

“Matt fuck I’m going to come” I whine, his dick hitting my g-spot and sending shivers down my spine.

“Not yet you’re not” He says.

“What?” I reply.

“You’re gonna wait till I do” He groans, thrusting his hips harder now.

“I can’t hold it” I whimper.

“You can and you will” He says.

A whimper falls from my mouth as my head falls back, using everything in me to follow his instructions. The continuous sensation of his dick slamming into me making it nearly impossible to control myself.

“Oh fuck, fuck I’m coming don’t even think about stopping” Matt growls, his eyes squeezing shut as I feel him release into me, the sight only making it harder to not come.

“Please” I beg, unsure if I could even hold myself back any longer.

“Such a whore, needing to come so badly” He groans, “Come for me”

Moans flow from my mouth as my climax takes over, my legs quickly growing weak as pleasure consumes my body. My body going limp as my high came to an end. Lifting myself up off of him and basically collapsing onto the bed.

“That was -“ I begin.

“So good” He finishes my sentence for me, “I’ve never doubted for a second that I could have you begging for me”

“Jesus Christ you couldn’t just not be cocky for 5 minutes?” I mumble.

“Nope, it’s in my nature” He shrugs.

“Fuck you’re so annoying” I say.

“You didn’t seem to think I was annoying when you were moaning out my name and begging to come” He smirked.

“Yeah well you are now” I reply.

“Whatever you say, just wait, I’ll have you begging again soon”

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lila-lou · 21 days ago

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✨Taking her in - Pt. 12✨

Summary: After Dean Winchester saves your life, he brings you into the safety of the bunker. As you grow older and stronger, Dean refuses to let you join the hunts, his overprotective behavior intensifying. But beneath his fierce protectiveness lies something darker—conflicted feelings he can’t face. As your 18th birthday approaches, Dean struggles to keep control, torn between his duty to protect you and emotions he’s buried for too long.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, HUGE Age Gap, Immoral, Underage Reader, Language, ANGST, Fluff

Word Count: 7369

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. 💜

You leaned into Dean’s chest, feeling the solid warmth of his body against yours, the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing steadying your own. The soft spray of the shower continued to cascade over both of you, but it was the security of his arms around you that truly made you feel safe.

“Dean…”, you mumbled quietly, your voice thick with exhaustion, both emotional and physical. “I’m tired”.

Dean’s arms tightened around you slightly, his hand still gently tracing comforting circles along your back. He leaned his chin down, resting it on top of your head, his breath brushing against your hair as he responded, his voice deep and soft. “I know”.

Dean shifted slightly, his chin grazing your hair as he spoke, his voice low and gravelly with weariness. “Let’s just finish getting clean, sweetheart. Then we’ll crawl back into bed. I promise”.

His hand moved slowly from your back to your hair, fingers tangling softly in the damp strands as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. The water continued to run, warm and soothing, but all you could focus on was the steady rhythm of Dean’s heartbeat beneath your cheek. It was comforting, grounding.

You barely had the strength to nod, exhaustion pulling at every fiber of your body. But you trusted him. He always knew how to take care of you, especially when you couldn’t take care of yourself.

After the shower, wrapped in nothing but towels, you and Dean stepped out of the bathroom, the cool air of the hallway a sharp contrast to the warmth that had enveloped you just moments ago.

As you made your way toward your room, your legs feeling heavy, Dean’s hand suddenly and gently closed around your wrist, his touch firm but not forceful. You stopped, glancing back at him with a tired, questioning look.

His thumb brushing lightly across your wrist in a soothing gesture. He stepped closer, his voice quiet but certain. “Stay with me tonight”.

You blinked, surprised by the relief that washed over you. You hadn’t realized just how much you needed him to say those words. Without speaking, you nodded, feeling a weight lift from your chest.

Dean tugged you gently toward his bedroom, his hand never leaving yours as if making sure you wouldn’t drift away. He didn’t hesitate as he pulled back the covers and motioned for you to get in first. You settled under the blankets, the softness of the bed already lulling you into a sense of peace.

Dean slid in beside you, his body warm against yours. Without thinking, you turned into him, resting your head on his chest again, just like you had in the shower. His arms wrapped around you instinctively, pulling you close.

“Get some sleep”, he whispered softly, his breath warm against your temple. “I’ve got you”.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you believed it. In his arms, you felt safe. Finally, the exhaustion took over, and you drifted off, the steady beat of Dean’s heart lulling you into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Dean lay there in the quiet darkness, holding you close, watching the rise and fall of your chest as you slept peacefully in his arms. You looked so serene, so vulnerable, and his heart twisted with an ache he couldn’t ignore. In this moment, you seemed like something fragile and he couldn’t stop the gnawing voice in his mind that whispered he didn’t deserve you—that he was ruining you just by being near.

He had fought this feeling before, pushed it down, locked it away. But it always came back. You deserved someone whole, someone who wasn’t constantly battling demons—both real and internal. And Dean… well, he had his share of scars, inside and out.

His chest tightened with a mixture of guilt and longing as he let out a shaky breath, the sound barely audible in the still room. You shifted slightly in your sleep, nuzzling closer to him, and it made something inside him crack. He couldn’t push you away, no matter how much he tried convincing himself that he should. He didn’t want to let you go.

His hand moved slowly, instinctively, to your lower back, resting gently on your soft skin. The warmth of your body, the way you fit so perfectly against him, made it impossible to resist pulling you tighter against him. His fingers splayed across your back, holding you closer as if he could protect you from everything—the world, the monsters, and even himself.

His thumb traced slow, barely-there patterns along the curve of your spine, memorizing every detail of this moment. He felt torn between the overwhelming need to keep you close and the fear that, by doing so, he was only pulling you deeper into the mess that was his life.

"I’m sorry", he whispered into the darkness, his voice so low he wasn’t sure if he’d said it out loud or if it was just in his head. His lips brushed against your forehead, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. He knew you couldn’t hear him, and maybe that was for the best. You were already too far in, already too close.

Dean’s heart ached as he watched you, feeling the weight of his own insecurities pressing down on him. But as you slept in his arms, so trusting, so content, he couldn’t help but hold you even tighter. For tonight, at least, he would let himself believe that you were safe here, with him.

And even if he didn’t deserve it, he wasn’t ready to let you go. Not yet.

Dean eventually drifted off to sleep, the weight of his thoughts fading as exhaustion took over. The room was quiet and still, the peaceful rhythm of your breathing mixing with his as you both slept soundly, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

It wasn’t until around 3 a.m. that Sam finally returned home. He had been out longer than expected, his mind racing with worry about you and Dean. He knew the two of you had planned to talk earlier, and though he trusted his brother, Sam couldn’t shake the fear that things might not have gone well. The thought of one of you leaving—hurt or upset—kept gnawing at him.

Walking down the hallway, Sam quietly looked into your room first, but it was empty, the bed untouched. His heart sank for a moment, his brow furrowing as he headed toward Dean's room. The door was slightly ajar, and Sam hesitated, unsure whether he should knock or just walk in. A part of him didn’t want to intrude, but his concern pushed him forward.

He opened the door carefully, just enough to peer inside without making a sound. The dim light from the hallway illuminated enough for him to see the two of you lying together in the bed. His breath caught in his throat as he realized you were both tangled up in each other, from what little he could make out, with bare skin against bare skin.

For a second, Sam stood there frozen, caught off guard. His first instinct was to step back and close the door quietly, give you both the privacy you clearly needed. But something stopped him—seeing you and Dean like that, so vulnerable and intertwined, struck a chord deep within him. The tension and worry he had felt all night seemed to lift slightly as he realized the conversation must have gone better than he had feared.

Still, there was a pang of something else—maybe protectiveness, maybe a sense of disbelief. Sam knew how deeply Dean cared for you, but seeing it like this, in the quiet intimacy of the moment, made it all more real.

He couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh, relief mingled with something else he couldn’t quite name. Shaking his head slightly, Sam slowly closed the door, making sure not to make a sound. He stood in the hallway for a moment, running a hand through his hair, processing what he had just seen.

Dean, for all his bravado, rarely let his guard down like that. And Sam knew that if you were lying there in his arms, it meant something more—something deep.

Sam walked away, heading to his own room, deciding he’d talk to Dean in the morning. For now, you and Dean deserved this peace, this moment, without him barging in with his questions or worries.

The next morning, you stirred slowly. For a moment, everything felt blissfully calm—warmth surrounding you, a sense of peace you hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. Then you became aware of the steady rise and fall of Dean’s chest behind you, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, holding you close.

Your back pressed against his chest, the heat of his skin against yours making your heart skip a beat. As the haze of sleep started to lift, the events of the night before slowly came back to you, and you realized where you were, who you were with, and just how close you both were.

You shifted slightly, and that’s when you felt it—the unmistakable pressure of Dean’s erection against your lower back. Your breath hitched, your body stiffening for a moment in surprise. He was still asleep, completely unaware, his grip around your waist tightening unconsciously as you moved. His body was warm, solid, and undeniably close.

Your mind raced, caught between a wave of emotions. You didn’t want to wake him, didn’t want to break this fragile moment. But the sensation of him so intimately pressed against you sent a shiver down your spine that you couldn’t ignore. His breath was soft and steady against the back of your neck, completely relaxed, as if this was the most natural thing in the world.

You swallowed hard, your heartbeat picking up as you tried to process the situation. A part of you felt nervous, unsure how Dean would react when he woke up, but another part of you—deeper down—felt something else. The closeness, the intimacy, the warmth of his body was almost intoxicating.

Taking a deep breath, you tried to relax, your body slowly sinking back into his embrace. You told yourself that it was just a natural reaction, that it didn’t have to mean anything more than that. But still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this moment between you was another step in a line you had already crossed.

Dean mumbled something in his sleep, his grip around you tightening for a moment as if his body recognized the comfort of having you so close, even in his unconscious state. You closed your eyes again, trying to steady your breathing, unsure of what to do next.

But deep down, you knew that when Dean woke up, there would be no avoiding it. You’d have to face this closeness, this undeniable pull between you, and what it meant for both of you.

You tried to steady your breathing, but the warmth of Dean's body pressed so intimately against yours, combined with the sensation of his hardness, made it difficult. Every slight movement sent a ripple of awareness through you, and you could feel your body reacting despite your best efforts to stay calm.

Your breath hitched again, and you felt a flush rise to your cheeks as the undeniable sensation of arousal stirred deep within you. You could feel yourself getting wet, the growing heat between your legs making you shift slightly in discomfort—and something else.

You bit your lip, trying to keep your thoughts from spiraling, but the way Dean held you, his strong arms wrapped protectively around you, made it impossible to ignore the physical reaction building inside you. His body fit so perfectly against yours, and you couldn't deny how right it felt, how safe you felt in his arms.

Your skin tingled with anticipation, your breathing shallow as you felt yourself grow wetter, the heat between your thighs unmistakable now.

A soft sound escaped your lips before you could stop it, a quiet gasp that you quickly tried to stifle. You froze, hoping you hadn’t woken him. But Dean shifted slightly behind you, his grip around your waist tightening as if his body was instinctively responding to the closeness.

You felt him stir, his breath catching slightly as his hips pressed just a little more firmly against you, his body still caught somewhere between sleep and wakefulness. A low, sleepy murmur escaped his lips, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if he was fully conscious.

But then his hand moved slightly against your skin, his fingertips brushing lightly across your waist as he mumbled your name, his voice low and gravelly. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted.

You lay there, waiting, unsure of what would happen next.

After a few more seconds, you felt Dean stir again, this time more deliberately. His breathing changed, becoming more aware, and his grip on your waist loosened as he slowly blinked awake. You could feel his body tense behind you, and the realization of how close you were—his erection still pressed firmly against your lower back—seemed to hit him all at once.

He stiffened, pulling back slightly, though his arm still rested loosely around your waist. “Uh… hey”, he muttered, his voice thick with sleep and uncertainty. “Sorry. I didn’t—”. He trailed off, clearly trying to figure out what to say, his usual confident demeanor faltering.

You could feel the hesitation in his body, the way he was holding himself back, and the awkwardness of the situation washed over both of you. He shifted again, trying to move further away without making things even more uncomfortable, clearly worried that he might have crossed a line. “I didn’t mean to… uh, do that”.

You could hear the concern in his voice, but all you could think about was the heat still radiating through your body, the ache of arousal that had only grown stronger with every second of contact. You were beyond turned on, but too shy to voice it out loud. The words caught in your throat, and instead, you just lay there, frozen, unsure of how to respond.

Dean cleared his throat awkwardly, still trying to give you space. “I swear, I didn’t mean to… you know…”. He was fumbling, clearly overwhelmed by the situation, his usual confidence shaken. “It’s just… a morning thing”.

Your heart raced, and you felt a flush spread across your face as you struggled to find your voice. You didn’t want him to think he’d made you uncomfortable, but at the same time, you weren’t sure how to tell him that you wanted more, that you were aching for him.

You swallowed hard, your voice barely above a whisper as you finally managed to speak. “Dean… it’s okay”.

He paused, his body still as your words sank in. You could feel the tension between you shift slightly, though his hesitation was still palpable. “Are you sure? I didn’t mean to—”. His words trailed off again, but this time, there was a question in them, a quiet hope that maybe this wasn’t as awkward as he feared.

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see your face, and the small movement caused your body to brush against his again, sending a fresh wave of heat through you. You bit your lip, torn between the desire flooding through you and the nervousness still holding you back.

Dean must have sensed something in your response, though, because he didn’t pull away this time. Instead, he hesitated for a moment longer before his hand, still resting on your waist, tightened slightly, as if testing the waters. “You’re sure you’re okay?”, he asked softly, his voice filled with that familiar mix of protectiveness and uncertainty.

Your heart raced, and after a beat, you nodded again, this time with a little more confidence. “Yeah, I’m okay”, you whispered, though the breathless tone of your voice betrayed the desire you were trying to keep hidden.

Dean stayed quiet for a moment longer, as if he was trying to read the situation, but then his fingers brushed gently against your waist, tracing a slow, deliberate path down your side. The touch was light, almost tentative, but it sent a shiver through your body, and your breath hitched in response.

“I just… I don’t want to make you uncomfortable”, he murmured, though his hand remained against your skin, the warmth of his palm spreading across your body.

“You’re not”, you whispered back, your voice barely audible but filled with the need you couldn’t hide anymore. You wanted him, more than anything, but the words still wouldn’t come.

Dean’s breath caught slightly at your response, and though he was still clearly overwhelmed, there was a shift in the air between you. His hand moved a little more confidently now, his fingers brushing up your side and down again, sending sparks of electricity through your skin. He pressed just a little closer, his body flush against yours again, and the pressure of his erection against your back was impossible to ignore.

You closed your eyes, your body reacting to every touch, every movement, and though you were still shy, you couldn’t deny how badly you wanted him. You stayed quiet, hoping he could feel it in the way your body responded, in the way you leaned into his touch, silently asking for more.

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to find the words that seemed stuck in your throat. You wanted to tell him, to let him know exactly what you needed, but the overwhelming shyness and nerves made it difficult to form a coherent thought.

Dean's hand continued to move gently along your side, his touch slow and careful, but now there was a subtle tension in the air. He was waiting, letting you guide this moment, unsure of what you wanted. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, his closeness making it even harder to focus.

"I—", you started, but the word caught in your throat, and you quickly shut your mouth, feeling your face flush red with embarrassment. You wanted to say it, to ask him for more, but the words felt too heavy, too vulnerable.

Dean must have sensed your struggle because his hand stilled for a moment, his voice soft and reassuring. "You can talk to me", he said gently, his tone soothing but laced with a hint of uncertainty. "Just… tell me what you need".

His words only made you more flustered. You wanted to tell him so badly, but the heat rising to your face and the nervous energy running through you made it impossible to form a clear sentence. You shifted slightly in his arms, your body pressing back against him, the friction causing another wave of arousal to course through you.

"I… um…". You bit your lip, your mind racing as you tried to find a way to say it without feeling completely mortified. Your face was burning now, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, too shy to meet his eyes.

Dean waited patiently, his thumb now tracing small, soothing circles on your waist. His touch was calming, but it only heightened the tension you felt building between you. "It’s alright", he murmured again, his voice so close that you could feel the vibration of his words. "You don’t have to say anything you’re not ready for".

But you were ready—you just couldn’t get the words out.

"I…", you tried again, stumbling over your words as your body instinctively pressed against him, craving more. "I just… I want…". You trailed off, feeling ridiculous for not being able to say something so simple, so basic. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, the heat of your desire mixing with the overwhelming shyness that had you tied up in knots.

He leaned in slightly, his voice even softer now, almost a whisper. "It’s okay. Just tell me what you want".

You took a deep breath, your face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire. Feeling the intense heat between your legs, you decided to take a bold step. You gently guided Dean’s hand from your waist, your touch trembling but determined. His fingers, still warm and familiar, found their way between your legs, pressing against the soft, wet warmth there.

Dean’s breath caught sharply, his body tensing at the unexpected movement. His fingers made contact with the slick heat, and you felt him still for a moment, clearly taken aback by the directness of your action. The silence that followed was filled with the heavy sound of your breathing and the faint, rapid rhythm of his pulse.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the vulnerability of the moment mixing with the overwhelming desire that had been building.

Dean’s fingers moved hesitantly at first, exploring the softness and warmth you had guided them to. You could feel his hesitation, but also a deep, unspoken understanding that this was what you wanted. His touch became more deliberate, his fingers brushing gently, causing a shiver to run through you.

“Is this… what you need?”, he finally managed to ask, his voice low and rough with emotion. His hand remained steady, his touch careful but unmistakably intimate.

You nodded, the flush on your cheeks deepening as you bit your lip, trying to keep control of your voice. “Yes”, you whispered, your breath coming in soft, ragged bursts. “I need this”.

Dean’s fingers continued their gentle exploration, his movements growing more confident as he responded to your reactions. The warmth and pleasure you felt only heightened your arousal, making it difficult to stay composed.

You felt the growing wetness between your legs, the intense pleasure making it almost impossible to stay still. Dean’s fingers were working their magic, his touch growing more assured as he responded to your needs. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and you wanted more.

With your breath coming in shallow gasps, you turned in his arms, shifting to face him. You looked up at his lips, your gaze lingering there as you hoped he would understand your silent plea. The vulnerability and longing in your eyes were meant to convey exactly what you wanted, without needing more words.

Dean’s eyes locked onto yours, and you saw the realization dawn in them.

Slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours with a tenderness that made your heart race. The contact was soft at first, just a whisper of a kiss, but it quickly deepened as he responded to the need in your gaze. His kiss grew more passionate, his lips moving with a careful, yet fervent rhythm that matched the urgency you felt.

You pressed into him, your body arching towards his, feeling the heat of his skin against yours. Every touch, every kiss, seemed to amplify the pleasure building inside you. Dean’s hands moved to cup your face, his fingers tangling gently in your hair as he kissed you with a deep, heartfelt intensity.

As the kiss continued, you felt the tension and shyness melt away, replaced by a fierce, consuming need that had been building all along.

Without any further hesitation, Dean’s hands shifted, his grip firm yet gentle as he pressed you back onto the mattress. His movements were deliberate, his body hovering above yours as he positioned himself between your legs. You felt the soft, worn sheets beneath you, but all of your attention was on him—on the intensity in his eyes and the undeniable heat radiating between you.

As he lowered himself, his erection brushed against your slick folds, the heat of him sending a shudder through your body. The sensation was almost electric, the hard length of him pressing against your sensitive skin. Your breath hitched, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as the anticipation swelled.

Dean paused for a moment, his gaze locked on yours as if silently asking for permission, his face hovering just inches from yours. The tension between you was palpable, and you could see the restraint in his eyes—the way he was holding back, wanting to make sure you were still okay with this, still ready.

Your hands found their way to his back, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as you pulled him closer, your body arching toward him in response. “Please”, you whispered, your voice trembling with both need and certainty. You wanted this—wanted him—more than anything, and there was no hesitation in your mind.

Dean’s jaw tightened slightly as he exhaled slowly, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, teasing kiss before pulling back just enough to position himself properly. His hands slid down to your hips, steadying you beneath him as his erection pressed more firmly against your entrance, the heat of him overwhelming.

He moved with agonizing slowness at first, his hips rolling forward, letting the head of his length slip between your folds, teasing you with just enough pressure to drive you wild but not yet entering. The feeling of him against you, so close and yet not quite there, sent another wave of pleasure through you, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan, your body aching for more.

“Is this what you want?”, Dean murmured, his voice low and rough, filled with desire but still careful. He wanted to hear you say it, to be sure this was exactly what you needed.

“Yes”, you gasped, your nails digging into his back as you arched up toward him. “I want you”.

Dean let out a quiet groan at your words, his body tensing with the intensity of the moment. He paused, his breath coming in ragged bursts, and with a swift motion, he reached for the bedside drawer. His movements were hurried but focused, as he fumbled for a condom, his urgency matched by the palpable tension in the room.

Dean tore the packet open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving yours. He rolled the condom onto himself with practiced ease, the quick, almost instinctive movement.

He positioned himself again, the head of his erection brushing against your entrance, now protected and ready. Dean’s gaze was full of intensity and a mixture of tenderness as he looked at you.

“Ready?”, he asked, his voice rough but gentle, as he pressed closer, the heat of his body merging with yours.

You nodded, your hands gripping his shoulders as you pulled him closer. “Yeah”, you whispered, your voice filled with need.

He pressed forward slowly, easing into you with deliberate care. The sensation was intense, the heat and fullness overwhelming.

As Dean bottomed out inside you, a sharp hiss escaped your lips from the intensity of the stretch. The sensation was overwhelming, the fullness of him nearly unbearable in the best possible way. You felt him shiver, a deep, guttural moan escaping him as he pressed further into you. His body was tense, every muscle straining as he tried to hold himself still.

Dean looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and concern. He could feel the tightness around him, the way your body clung to him, and it made him aware of just how much you were giving him in this moment.

You shyly met his gaze, biting your lip as you felt the familiar pang of discomfort from the previous day. The sensation was a mix of pleasure and a slight ache, but you were eager for more, willing to endure it for the overwhelming pleasure you knew would follow.

One of his hands moved gently to your hipbone, his touch firm but reassuring as he sought to steady you. His other hand remained braced beside your head, offering support and balance as he carefully began to move.

His lips brushed against yours, the kiss tender and slow. Each movement of his hips was deliberate and cautious, as he started with slow, shallow thrusts. The sensation was a blend of discomfort and pleasure, the initial stretch giving way to a more intense, heated feeling as he continued.

You felt your body tremble beneath him, the conflicting sensations of discomfort and pleasure mixing in a way that made your breaths come in soft, shaky bursts.

His hand on your hipbone guided you slightly, helping to adjust the angle and ensure that you were comfortable as he moved.

Dean’s groans grew softer, filled with a mix of pleasure and a deep, unspoken care as he continued to kiss you. The room was filled with the sounds of your shared breaths, the soft rustling of the sheets, and the occasional gasp or moan.

As the initial discomfort began to ease, the pleasure started to build more intensely. Each thrust, while still careful, pushed you closer to the edge, your body responding to the rhythm of his movements. The warmth of him, combined with his careful attention, began to overshadow the discomfort, the pleasure starting to dominate your senses.

Dean’s movements grew slightly more confident as he felt you adjusting and responding to him. His kisses became more urgent, matching the increasing intensity of his thrusts. His hand on your hipbone kept you steady, his touch a constant source of comfort amidst the rising pleasure.

As Dean continued his careful movements, he felt you clenching around him, the tightness and pressure creating an intense sensation. You, in turn, felt a strange and urgent need, a pressure building that made you feel as though you had to pee. It was an unfamiliar and overwhelming sensation that only added to the intensity of the moment.

The pleasure surged through you, making your body tremble and shake. You whimpered softly beneath him, your eyes squeezed shut as the waves of your orgasm washed over you. Your breath came in ragged gasps, and your mouth hung open in a silent cry of pleasure.

Dean, sensing the shift in your body, pulled back slightly to see your face. His expression was a mix of awe and tenderness as he watched the pure, unguarded pleasure on your features. He could see the intense reactions, the way your body was responding to the climax, and it drove him to continue with even more care and attention.

He maintained his gentle pace, his eyes locked on yours, wanting to ensure that you were fully experiencing the pleasure you desired.

Dean’s breath grew heavy as he saw the culmination of your pleasure, the way you were affected by the moment. His own movements became slightly more urgent, driven by the sight of your reaction and the desire to reach his own peak.

As you began to come down from your orgasm, your muscles continued to clench around him, the residual tremors of pleasure still intense. Dean’s own breathing grew more erratic, his control slipping as he felt the tightness and the lingering sensation of your climax enveloping him.

He let out a deep, guttural moan, his body tensing as he reached his own peak. The pleasure overwhelmed him, his grip on your hipbone tightening instinctively as he held you close. His movements became more urgent, his thrusts growing more intense as he rode the wave of his own release.

Dean’s moans mingled with your soft gasps, the sounds of your shared climax filling the room.

Finally, as the intensity of his orgasm subsided, Dean’s movements gradually slowed. His breathing was heavy, and he collapsed gently against you, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. He pressed his forehead to yours, his hand remaining on your hipbone, his touch tender and soothing as he came down from the high.

You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, a steady rhythm that slowly matched your own.

You lay there beneath Dean, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Goosebumps covered your skin, every inch of you hypersensitive from the intensity of the moment. Your nipples, still hard, pressed against his chest as you both tried to catch your breath. His weight, though not overwhelming, grounded you, making you feel safe and enveloped in his presence.

The scent of his body wash mixed with the natural warmth of his skin, creating a heady blend that made your heart race. It was intoxicating, a reminder of his closeness and everything you had just shared. Dean had always been a powerful presence in your life, but now, in this moment, he felt even more so—pure masculinity in every sense. The way his body moved with yours, the strength in his arms, the overwhelming pleasure his touch and, more specifically, his body could bring you.

Your mind kept replaying the moments before—the way he had filled you, the way his every thrust had sent waves of pleasure through you, and the way your body had responded to him in ways you hadn’t expected. The realization of how deeply connected you felt to him, how his every move had brought you closer to that peak, left you in awe of the moment you had just experienced.

Dean’s breath was warm against your neck as he pressed a soft kiss to your skin, his lips gentle and lingering. His hand remained on your hip, his touch firm yet affectionate, as if he wanted to keep you close to him for as long as possible.

"You okay?", he murmured, his voice low and still thick with the remnants of his own pleasure. His green eyes were soft as they met yours, filled with a tenderness that made your heart swell even more.

You nodded, managing a soft smile as you reached up to brush your fingers through his hair. "Yeah", you whispered, your voice a little shaky but filled with contentment. "More than okay".

Dean’s lips curved into a small smile, and he kissed you again, slower this time, savoring the moment. His chest rose and fell against yours.

Just as you both lay there, lost in the warmth of each other’s embrace, the sound of Sam’s voice echoed through the hallway.

“Hey! Breakfast is ready!”, Sam called out, his voice casual but loud enough to startle both you and Dean.

You froze beneath Dean, your body suddenly tense. For a split second, neither of you moved, as if the reality of the world outside the bedroom had just come crashing back down on you. The intimacy of the moment shattered, leaving you both with a surge of uncertainty.

Did Sam know?

Dean’s eyes widened slightly as he looked down at you, his breath still coming in soft pants as he processed the interruption. You could see the flicker of concern cross his face, as if he, too, was wondering if his brother had any clue what had just happened. The two of you had been so wrapped up in each other that the thought of anyone else intruding hadn’t even crossed your mind.

Dean’s gaze shifted to the side, his expression momentarily clouded with uncertainty. With slow, deliberate movements, he gently and carefully pulled out of you, leaving behind a mix of emotions. As he sat back on his heels, you could see the tension in his body, the way he was processing everything that had just happened—and Sam’s sudden intrusion into your private moment.

He glanced toward the floor, his lips pressed together as if lost in thought for a second. Then, without a word, he got off the bed, quickly and discreetly removing the condom. You watched as he tossed it into the trash beside his nightstand, his movements purposeful but tense.

You remained sitting on the bed, the warmth of his body still lingering on your skin, but now replaced with a sense of confusion and vulnerability. Your heart was still racing from the intensity of the moment, but now your mind was swirling with questions. What did Sam know? How would you face him? Was this going to change things between you and Dean?

Dean, ever the practical one, had already begun to get dressed. His movements were quick, but not hurried—just a methodical return to normalcy as if this were just another day. But you knew better. The look on his face earlier, the way he had hesitated, told you he was just as uncertain about how to proceed as you were.

As he pulled his shirt over his head, Dean finally glanced back at you, his expression softening for a moment. He walked over to the side of the bed and gently brushed a hand through your hair, offering a brief, reassuring touch. “Hey, don’t worry”, he murmured, his voice low. “We’ll play it cool. Sam doesn’t need to know anything… unless we want him to”.

You nodded, still feeling a bit lost but grateful for the way Dean seemed to be taking control of the situation. He always had a way of making things feel less overwhelming, even when everything seemed uncertain.

Slowly, you started to gather your own clothes, slipping out from the bed and dressing quietly. The air between you was no longer filled with the heated passion of earlier, but there was still a palpable connection—a quiet understanding that things had shifted between you. What that meant going forward wasn’t clear yet, but for now, you both had to focus on navigating the present moment.

Dean finished getting ready and stood by the door, waiting for you to join him.

You finished dressing, nerves still fluttering in your stomach as you followed Dean out of the bedroom and down the hallway. Every step you took toward the kitchen felt heavier than the last. Your mind was racing, wondering what Sam might say—or worse, what he might already know. Dean walked just ahead of you, his back straight, shoulders tense, trying to act casual. But the way he held himself screamed anything but normal.

As you reached the kitchen, the scent of coffee and scrambled eggs filled the air, and Sam stood at the stove, casually flipping pancakes. When he heard the two of you enter, he glanced over his shoulder, raising an eyebrow. There was no way to tell from his expression whether he suspected anything or not, but you felt the heat rise to your cheeks anyway.

Dean, compensating a little too hard, strode into the kitchen with a forced air of nonchalance, running a hand through his hair in an exaggerated, casual manner. “Smells good in here, Sammy!”, he said, his voice louder than usual, almost booming with enthusiasm. “You made breakfast and everything, huh? What a guy”.

You cringed internally. Smooth, Dean, you thought. The overly enthusiastic tone only made everything feel more obvious. You risked a glance at Sam, hoping he didn’t notice the awkwardness, but he just stared at Dean for a moment, his lips twitching as if he was trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, well, figured you two could use a decent meal after last night”, Sam replied, his tone casual but with the faintest hint of something teasing in it. His eyes flicked between you and Dean.

Both you and Dean froze, tension thick in the air as Sam’s casual remark landed between you like a bomb. You could feel Dean stiffen beside you, his forced nonchalance faltering for a second, and you were sure your own expression had betrayed you—eyes wide, lips slightly parted in surprise.

Sam, sensing the awkwardness he’d stirred up, couldn’t help but let a small, mischievous grin curl at the corners of his mouth. He was enjoying this way too much.

“Well”, Sam said, clearly trying to play innocent but failing miserably. “You talked, right? Must’ve been a pretty tough conversation, I guess?”.

Dean, who had been holding his breath without even realizing it, let out a sharp exhale. “Yeah. Yeah, sure. Absolutely”, he replied, his voice a bit too quick and once more too loud, confirming that Sam had hit a nerve. Dean glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, as if hoping you’d somehow swoop in and help him steer this sinking ship of awkwardness.

You tried to muster a smile, but Sam’s knowing tone was making it hard to keep your cool. Your cheeks flushed, and the tension between you and Dean was practically tangible.

Sam, of course, wasn’t done. His grin widened as he leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed in a mock-relaxed pose. “And then”, he continued, his voice light but laced with teasing, “after that really tough talk, you guys must’ve felt like, I don’t know, working out a bit. A little workout to clear the air. So, you know, a big breakfast should help you recover”.

The innuendo was blatant, and Sam didn’t even bother to hide the smirk on his face anymore. His eyes flicked between the two of you, clearly relishing in your discomfort.

You couldn’t help it—your face burned, and you bit your lip to suppress the nervous laugh that was threatening to escape. Dean groaned, running a hand over his face in frustration. He opened his mouth to retort but clearly thought better of it, knowing that any response would only dig the hole deeper.

“Well, this is great”, Dean muttered under his breath, still glaring at Sam as he reached for the coffee pot with far more force than necessary.

Sam chuckled, clearly enjoying how flustered both you and Dean had become. “Relax, I’m just messing with you guys”, he said, waving a hand dismissively. But despite his casual tone, his sharp eyes caught something else. You were quieter than usual, sitting there with a certain shyness that hadn’t been there before. Normally, you were quick to banter back or joke around with him, but today, you seemed more reserved, almost… intimidated.

A flicker of concern crossed Sam’s mind. He glanced at Dean, who was now sitting down at the table, taking an exaggeratedly large sip of coffee, clearly trying to drown out the tension in the room. Sam’s brow furrowed for a split second as he considered the possibility—did Dean mess things up?

Sam had been teasing to lighten the mood, but now he wondered if maybe he’d hit too close to the mark. He wasn’t about to pry, though, at least not openly. Still, he couldn’t shake the thought that maybe there was more going on here than he realized. You just looked so… vulnerable. He kept his observations to himself, though, not wanting to make the situation any worse.

Meanwhile, you sat there, trying to collect yourself, but the weight of Sam’s playful remarks still hung in the air. You felt exposed in a way that made your heart race, and no matter how hard you tried to shake it off, you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. The intense, intimate moments you’d shared with Dean earlier were still fresh in your mind, and now, being in the same room as Sam, it felt like the lines between private and public were blurring.

Dean, sensing your discomfort, glanced at you from the corner of his eye. He cleared his throat, clearly trying to shift the focus away from the awkwardness. “So, uh… what’s the plan for today?”, he asked.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰

Part 13

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