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trelaundry · 2 years

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john marston x reader || grateful

a/n: my second favourite John! gotta do right by my boy. something weird I have to do when I crosspost is think of a title for these things. but to make sure I don’t flop tremendously it’s something I have to do

Kinktober Prompt: Overstimulation Subject: John Marston Summary: John’s been neglecting you recently. Perhaps you need a reminder that he still has manners.

Enjoy! :)

“The hell did you just say?” Your lover stopped walking before turning back to face you with his arms folded.

“You heard me just fine, John.” You incidentally mirrored his pose. “I know you’ve been busy lately, but that isn’t an excuse. You’ve been seriously neglecting our relationship.”

He scoffed derisively “Oh, our relationship? So that’s what this is? Because I was under the impression that you were just fucking me until the next dumbass came along.”

“And just what have I done to give you that impression?”

“I’m not stupid. I see you eyeing up Arthur when you think I ain’t looking. Same with Dutch, and Javier, and I’m fairly sure you were doing the same with Mary-Beth. Just what are you trying to do leading me around like some dog on a leash?”

You moved from where you were standing on the grassy verge before the steep cliff of Horseshoe Overlook to approach John, who stayed firmly planted despite his eyes raking your body. You knew from past experience what arguing with him got you: either the silent treatment or the fucking of a lifetime. It had been weeks since he had last given you the latter, so you chose to risk receiving the former in the vain hope he would relent and give you something. Anything.

“I’m not leading you on, John. I’m yours, plain and simple. You have me. The least you could do is be grateful for what-.”

“Grateful? Grateful?!” John was now face to face with you, taking four quick strides to invade your personal space, inhabit your breathing room, bathe in your furious glow. You loved him so fucking much, but now was not the time for such dalliances. “I’ll show you grateful, lady. You’ll be so full of fuckin’ grateful you wouldn’t even think of looking at anyone else!”

That was when he kissed you for the first time in two weeks. It was less of a kiss, more like he was attacking your lips with his own, to swallow your retort before it could burst from that mouth he had become hopelessly addicted to. But you nevertheless melted into it, grabbing hold of his stupid jacket as you wrapped your arms around his stupid neck and let his stupid tongue into your mouth. It was forceful, it was clumsy, but it was John. And you needed John. Badly.

The camp was still quiet despite the midday sun: clearly everyone was still busy with the morning missions and excursions. It made the transit between the edge of camp and John’s tent all the easier, even as John gripped your arm so tight your wrist would bloom with a bruise. That was the least of your problems now.

The moment John closed the canvas over, you were pinned to his cot. The dim light of the sad little oil lamp in the corner illuminated his face, cast shadows over his furrowed brow and only enhance the slightly mad looking shimmer of his dark eyes. You wanted to laugh, but instead you pulled him down to smash your lips against his. Noses pressed against each other, teeth clicked and drool began to pool in the corner of your mouth but you couldn’t give a shit.

“Take off your skirts, woman. Now.”

That husky gruff command rumbled in his chest. You followed it, knowing if you didn’t do it quick enough he wold probably end up ripping them. If he did, you would force him to take you all the way to Saint Denis to replace them. So off came your overskirt, underskirt, and the various ridiculous undergarments that despite being all the rage fashion-wise were incredibly unsuitable for the life of an outlaw. Ah well, trends come and go. The pleasures of the flesh were eternal.

Once your cunt was bare before him, John wasted no time. He grabbed your legs and lifted them over his shoulders as he lowered his head between your thighs without a word.

John Marston was never one for softness. He knew just how sensitive you were, just how touch starved you had been before him, how easy it was to have you shaking. So it was only fair to exploit such a thing. That would be the grateful thing to do.

So exploit he did.

Your head pressed further and further against the rough fabric of the dishevelled pillow and let out a long breathy whine as John’s rough and hot tongue made a mockery of your pussy, giving it quick and long strokes with his tongue as if he were painting on a canvas. Every so often, a swipe at your clit or a nip of your inner thigh when your gasps got too loud. Not that he gave a shit. He wanted everyone to know just who you were moaning for, just how badly you wanted this, wanted him. Would save him plenty of awkward conversations.

It was when John’s tongue began to lap at your opening that you nearly cried out. He moved his tongue against your fluttering walls as if he were trying to drink from you, that supposed nectar of the gods that you had read about in Mary-Beth’s sordid romance novels. Perhaps he brought out that ambrosia within you. Heaven knows it felt like it.

“John…” You managed to moan out.

If he heard you, he didn’t make it apparent. His stubble brushed against your perineum as his chin moved up and down, his tongue stirring something primal within you as it always seemed to do.

He wasn’t a man versed in words, but that mouth could be put to far better uses.

You felt the warmth of his mouth leave your cunt for a moment, making you mewl helplessly. For the first time since he started, he made eye contact with you. Those murky eyes were blown out with lust, his cheeks red and his lips glistening.

He moved upward to lift his hand to your cheek, caressing it gently as if he hadn’t been drinking from your folds just seconds before. You moved into the palm of his hand, kissing his wrist as you nuzzled closer into it. A dissatisfied grunt came from your lover before he grabbed your chin suddenly, his thumb lifting it upwards so that you could no longer see his face and his index and middle fingers pressing against your lips.

“Open.”

You did as you were told, and took his fingers into your mouth. The taste of salt, earth and tobacco danced on your tongue. He must have gone foraging with Arthur earlier.

You thought of foraging with John, as a couple’s outting. Would he even know where to look? No, as you knew from experience the man was too arrogant and up his own ass to distinguish a raspberry from a rosebush. Ah well, he could still make love to you in amongst the tall grasses and herbs, where the travellers passing by would be none the wiser. But for now you could only think of the love that was being made here. Or whatever this was. The little amount of time you had looked into John’s eyes, love had been only a fraction of what shone within them.

He grunted as he removed them from you before moving back down between your thighs. He resumed without delay, his mouth latching onto your swollen clit and his two fingers covered in your saliva curling upwards to fill the space his tongue had previously occupied.

The frenzied nature was replaced with something deliberate. John knew exactly what parts of you needed attention, which parts would have you screaming his name. He found them with ease, that deep place within your cunt that was his and his alone. Every time he thrusted his fingers into you, they reached deeper and deeper until all that filled your mind was that feeling of being full of him. As if he were moulding your entire body to fit his mouth and his fingers. As if claiming you so that nobody else could ever compare to him.

You were teetering on the edge now. One last push.

“John…”

“Yes?”

“Make me cum. Please. I need it so fucking bad.”

A laugh vibrated across your clit, making you moan out in earnest.

“You need it? Alright then. Anything for my lady.”

He said it.

He said you were his. For the first time, he had truly claimed you for himself.

That revelation fell away as without warning John pushed a third finger inside you and sucked on your clit without mercy. That was enough to bring your release crashing over you. You loudly gasped his name as your head tilted back, your back arching and your thighs closing around John’s head. He didn’t seem to mind, using his free arm to wrap around one of your thighs and pull it over his shoulder so he could suck even harder and reach even deeper. Your legs began to shake as unabashed whimpers and moans left you breathless, your vision spinning ever so slightly before you could clamp your eyes shut.

And yet John continued to lap at your cunt: if anything he was moving with even more hunger than he had previously. You felt the vibration of his own moans as liquid from your sensitive pussy began to spill from you. He was drunk off your orgasm, and he made sure you knew as much.

Your breathing was shallow, and your body began to tense up. You could feel the sweat forming across your forehead and your lower back which no longer touched the cot with how your body arched involuntarily. John’s fingers were curled so far within you, you could feel the knuckles rubbing against the innermost parts that even his cock couldn’t reach, and how your walls convulsed against them uncontrollably with only increasing intensity. Even with your eyes shut, bright light indistinguishable from the night stars began to flash in your vision.

Your moans became yelps and shuddering gasps, and even if you wanted to beg him to stop there was no way you could, not with your lips quivering as they were and your tongue lolling from your mouth like a dog. Like John’s bitch. Exactly how he wanted you.

You tried to move your hands from where they had been gripping the canvas you were lying on to hold onto John’s head, but even they began to tense and grip even harder onto the cot. You were losing control of your body. You felt helpless, completely at the mercy of the man whom you had thought an hour ago couldn’t stand you.

You let out what could only be considered a frenzied howl as orgasm took hold of you once again. Your body spasmed and writhed as John relented, his fingers retreating from your warmth as he kissed every inch of your cunt as it pulsed under his lips. He pulled away from you, cupping your face with one hand and lifting the other to his mouth to taste the last of your ambrosia.

He smiled down at you sweetly, admiring the sweat and the euphoria and the exhaustion that covered your face. Your chest rose and fell erratically and you could feel your heart beating through it, every muscle in your body tensing and fluttering under the aftershock. He allowed your orgasm to run its natural course, instead of prolonging it like he had just done. You were absolutely stunning to him. He knew he did you wrong. But would he admit that to you? Fuck no.

“Don’t you ever tell me to be grateful again.”

You furrowed your brow. “I won’t.”

“Well… good.” He nodded, suddenly shy despite the unholy things he had just been doing to you. “You… you need anything?”

“Some water would be good, thank you.”

“Okay. I’ll get you some. And, uh… there’s some boiled sweets in my bag.” He mumbled as he shuffled out of the tent. “For you. If you want them. Okay?”

“You’re a fool, John Marston.”

“You’re welcome.” He huffed before giving you a lopsided grin as you pulled the pelt from the end of the bed to cover your nude legs, stretching your sore muscles. He pulled up the canvas as he left and let it fall behind him.

You decided not to tell him that his erection was obvious from a mile.

#rdr2 #rdr2 smut #John Marston #kinktober #kinktober 2022

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devine-star · 2 years

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Summer Sweethearts

Dylan Lenivy x reader

Warning: Blood, gore, death,

Note: So good to get back into writing! Thank you so much!

The night started out bad.

The car that was supposed to take them home was broken.

Mr. H seemed to be acting a bit worried and frantic and that gave you a pit of anxiety in your chest.

But when Jacob mentioned having one last hoorah party all the anxiety you felt melted away.

You got to spend another day with your summer sweet heart Dylan.

He was an adorable, dorky, loud, and funny guy.

Dylan caught your attention on the first day and you seemed to catch his too.

By week 2 you two went on a cute little picnic date near the river after dark to watch the stars and be alone.

The both of you hit it off really quickly and started dating soon after that first date.

With you being the medic of the camp you'd often get Dylan waltzing into your medical cabin holding his wrist complaining that he fell and hurt himself. He only did this because he wanted to see you but didn't want to get in trouble with Mr. H.

You went with Dylan to find some wood for the fire and you both talked about your plans for after summer and how you planned on keeping in contact since you both didn't mind long distance.

Soon enough the fire was started and everyone was sitting around with a beer in their hands. The idea of truth or dare came up and everyone agreed.

A pit of jealousy opened up in your stomach as Emma dared Ryan to kiss either Dylan or Kaitlyn.

Watching Ryan get up and walk over to Dylan was too much for you so you got up and walked away as anger and jealousy mixed in your chest in a fist to fist combat to see who would win.

"Y/N!" Dylan called in the distance as you kept angrily walking, stepping over sticks and rocks.

"Y/n! There you are," Dylan smiled as he saw you sitting on the ground next to a boulder.

"What?" You snap.

Dylan frowns and sighs "Look, I couldn't deny him the kiss-" "Why not??" You interupt.

"It's part of the game!" He snaps back.

This was the first fight you've had and you already hated it.

Sighing you slowly stand and shake your arms to get rid of the feelings you were having.

"Just don't do it again Dyl, okay?" Dylan grinned.

"I wouldn't dream of it, you're the only boy for me baby," The sweet moment was cut short by a twig snapping in the forests around you.

The both of you freeze as you listen for more sounds.

You can feel the energy, something like prey being circled.

"We should run," Dylan whispers and your frantically nod before you both take off running.

Dylan was faster than you. Always has been when it came to running.

There was a terrifying growl and the sound of feet pounding against the ground and it was getting closer.

You didn't dare turn around to see what was chasing you, it was possibly a bear.

But when you were tackled to the ground, you rolled with the beast to try and keep it away but this was no bear.

It was almost hairless, skinny, large teeth, and a wide mouth.

You screamed as you twisted and turned to try and get this beast to leave you alone.

A louder pained scream ripped from your throat as it sunk it's teeth in to your neck, right where your main vain was.

Blood spurted out everywhere as the beast rips a chunk of your neck out, swallowing it quickly.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Dylan swung a large log he found at the beast's head causing it to yelp and run away.

Dylan turns back to you as fear fills his eyes "Y/n!! NO!" he drops to his knees pulling you into his arms as you begin to choke on your own blood.

"Dy-" You cough. The pain ripped through your neck and body. Tears flowing freely now.

"HELP!!! EMMA! JACOB!! SOMEONE!!" Dylan cries with his own tears sliding down his face.

Your body started the go cold. Starting at your feet and moving upwards in your body.

"Y/n please! Stay with me okay?" Dylan begged.

You couldn't speak, the best you could do was reach a bloody hand up to Dylan's face, holding it gently.

"I..love..you" You mumble as black spots cloud your vision. You could feel your heart beating less and less.

Dylan watched as your eyes lost their sparkle and your body goes limp in his arms.

Your eyes were still open but they had no color or emotion.

You were dead.

Dylan carefully picks up your body as he sobs and slowly walks back to the campfire.

Everyone there was taking care of Nick's wound but when they turned to face Dylan with your body in his arms they froze.

"S-Something attacked-" He fell to his knees sobbing while hugging you close.

His summer sweet heart was gone.

#dylan lenivy x reader #Dylan lenivy x male reader #The quarry x reader #the quarry x male reader #angst #death

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myshipshipsitself · 2 years

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Here is my obligatory offering to request to join the Between Us fandom. WinTeam are precious as fuck, also angsty. And I love some good angst, so. Enjoy!

Title: Words Unspoken Ship(s): WinTeam Character(s): Dean, Team, Win POV: Dean & Win Word County: 3214 Summary: Dean finds out that Team overheard part of his conversation with Win, and pushes him to talk with Win about it. Except that Win doesn't know if he's ready to fill in the blanks.

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“How was my time?”

The first couple times that Team addressed Pruek instead of Win, Dean noted, but brushed aside. The third time though, when Team directed his question at Pruek while Dean held the stopwatch, and Win noted down everyone’s times on the clipboard, it was too intentional to ignore. Pruek caught Dean’s eye, then his gaze dropped sheepishly towards the clipboard, leaning over Win’s shoulder to get a look at Team’s time.

“You’re a little behind your usual time. How are you feeling? Tired?” Pruek asked. Dean could hear the forced calm in his tone, and Win’s stare straight through Team could’ve lit the entire club on fire.

Team shrugged. “I’m fine. I’ll keep practicing,” he said. Win dropped the clipboard to his side, and Dean could see what was going to happen before Win even reached out. Before his fingers narrowly missed Team’s arm, before Team jerked away like he’d been branded.

Win’s shocked face pulled at something in Dean’s chest, and he stepped forward before his friend could say anything. He grabbed Win’s arm, tugging him back a little, then caught Pruek’s eye and nodded towards Win. Pruek nodded and stepped forward slinging an arm around Win’s shoulders and guiding him towards the locker rooms. The years of friendship and swimming together had some practical benefits on occasion.

When Dean turned to face Team, the junior had a towel slung around his shoulders and was heading towards the locker room.

“Team,” Dean called out. The boy turned, eyes downcast, as Dean had noticed they’d been the entire practice. He waited until Team slowly started walking back towards him.

“Yeah, P’Dean?” He asked. His gaze was set somewhere over Dean’s shoulder.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked, arms crossed over his chest.

“I’m sorry,” Team said, gaze dropping to the floor again. “I’m just tired. I’ll practice more. I’ll improve my time, I promise.”

“I know that,” Dean said. “I’m not worried about your time.” For the first time all day, Team looked up, catching his eyes, though a second later, his gaze dropped again, and Dean could see his ears starting to turn red. His eyes narrowed a little, and he started to get a hint at what was happening. “You’ve been acting weird the past few days.” Since Dean’s conversation with Win, if he wasn’t mistaken. “You’re avoiding Win, and you won’t even look me in the eyes.”

Team turned his chin up defiantly, making a show of looking Dean in the eyes. Dean only raised his eyebrows in silent challenge, and Team glared at him, but held his gaze, even as the redness in his ears spread to his neck. “I’m looking you in the eyes,” Team said. “And I’m not avoiding Hi—P’Win,” his gaze dropped as he corrected himself, and Dean sighed, arms dropping to his sides.

“You overheard me talking with Win, didn’t you?” Dean asked. To his surprise, Team didn’t try to deny it.

“I didn’t mean to,” Team said. Dean could see him almost wince at his own words, and he wondered if Team had meant to echo what Win had said to him and Pruek.

“How much did you hear?” Team shrugged, eyes still fixed on the ground. “Team,” Dean said more firmly.

“I don’t know,” Team snapped, looking up at him again. “I don’t know how long you were in there. I might’ve heard the entire conversation for all I know.”

“Fine, I’ll rephrase,” Dean said, trying in vain to tamper down the impatience in his tone. “What did you hear?”

“That he didn’t mean for things to be this serious with me,” Team said. It wasn’t anywhere close to the words Dean remembered Win saying, but it was apparently what Team had taken from whatever he’d heard. His cheeks started to turn red again as he continued. “And I heard him tell you that we—“ he gestured vaguely towards where Win had disappeared. “And that he didn’t know how things would end with us, but that it would.”

Dean wasn’t sure what it was about Team, about his past or anything that led his mind to twisting what Win had said into worst case scenarios.

“Anything else?” Dean pressed. Team only shook his head.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Dean said. “But next time, you should at least stay for the full conversation.” Team stayed silent for a moment, and Dean started to say something else, but Team cut him off.

“P’Dean,” he said urgently, eyes snapping up to Dean’s. “I know you don’t like it. People on the team having any kind of relationship. But please don’t—If you have to punish anyone for going against your rules, punish me. Don’t punish Hia Win.”

Dean wondered distantly if this was how Win felt when he was teasing Dean about Pharm. No, he immediately decided this was not how Win felt. Because Win seemed to enjoy the glimpses into his non-relationship, to tease and encourage him. Dean, on the other hand, wanted to jump out a window. Preferably one at least three stories up.

“No one’s being punished,” Dean said with a sigh. “As I told Win, I trust him.” He hesitated a moment before adding, “And Pharm values your friendship, and I can see how much you care about him, and about Win. So I trust you too. Just don’t let this affect your performance in the club, alright? You can speak to me and Win the same during practice as you did before. Anything going on outside of the club, stops at the door. Deal?”

A reluctant smile pulled at Team’s lips, and Dean felt himself relax a little. At the very least, his attempted intervention hadn’t made things worse. He hoped.

“Deal,” Team said.

“And Team,” Dean called out as Team started towards the locker rooms. He paused and turned back towards Dean.

“Talk to Win,” he said. Team pressed his lips together. “I mean it. There’s parts of that conversation you didn’t hear, and don’t ask, because it’s not my place to say. But just talk to him.” Team nodded tightly and turned away again.

Dean sighed, dropping his head back and looking up at the ceiling. Every day, between Pharm, Win and now Team, he grew more and more certain he wouldn’t survive this year.

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Win wasn’t expecting Team to come to his room. He hadn’t for the past few nights, which shouldn’t bother him as much as it did. Sometimes the nightmares weren’t bad, and that was a good thing. But Team was clearly tired at practice, and Win was going over everything from the last few days in his mind, trying to figure out why Team wouldn’t have came to his room last night if he wasn’t able to sleep.

He couldn’t think of anything he’d done wrong. Unless Team was panicking again and hiding from him like he’d done after the club trip, but he hadn’t been acting like that recently. Not since he’d been coming to Win’s room regularly to sleep.

Win hadn’t pushed. He never pushed. He teased, sure. But he never pushed. He was careful about that. He wanted to make sure Team always felt safe enough to come to his room when he needed to sleep, or needed anything. More than anything, he wanted to make sure Team knew he was safe when they were together. So he never pushed.

So he was at a loss as to why Team was avoiding him now. Win started to sit up, then resolutely threw himself back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. If he stood up, he would start pacing. And he would not start pacing.

The knock on his door made him scramble up so quickly that he nearly fell off the bed. Win took a moment to run a hand through his hair and take a breath, then opened the door.

He’d almost been expecting it to be Dean instead, but no. Team stood in the hallway, pillows hugged against his chest and eyes downcast. He didn’t say anything, didn’t ask, but Win stood back, opening the door wider for him.

Team walked in silently, not looking at him. He went straight to what Win had started considering as Team’s side of the bed, and started arranging his pillows against the headboard. The snap of the door shutting made him jump, and Win deflated a little at the sight.

Taking smaller steps than usual over to the bed, Win sat down on the end, turned with one leg tucked under him so he could face Team. After a couple minutes of messing with the pillows far more than was necessary, Team moved to sit beside him, but faced straight ahead towards the wall instead of looking at Win.

“Want to tell me what’s going on in that head of yours?” Win asked, his voice quiet like he was scared of frightening a newborn deer.

“P’Dean said I should talk to you,” Team said, looking down at his hands twisting together in his lap. It wasn’t the answer that Win had expected, but it was an answer. Which was more than he’d gotten out of Team in a few days.

“About what?” Win prompted when Team didn’t continue.

Team seemed to take a breath, his spine straightening a little as he turned to look at Win. His eyes were red and glassy, and Win just wanted to pull him into his arms and keep him there. To protect him from whatever had upset him so much to make him cry, except—Some part of Win got the feeling that he was the reason, which felt like a punch in the gut. Win swallowed the lump in his throat, but didn’t say anything else.

“I overheard you talking to P’Dean the other day,” Team said.

Win felt like the earth dropped out from under him. Team overheard him saying—what exactly? All his mind could replay was what he’d said to Dean and Pruek while trying to figure out his own feelings. How much he cared for Team, wanted him to be ok, to make sure he was sleeping, and had eaten.

How Dean had told him that was love.

And those words had upset Team to the point of crying. Of avoiding him. Of… hating him? Win wished the world would drop out from under him. The empty void of space crushing his body would be a far more pleasant experience than this.

“I’m sorry,” Win choked out. Why would Dean tell Team to talk to him about this? Did he tell Team to end things with Win if he didn’t feel the same? As much as he wanted to accept that as Dean being a good friend, it just filled him with a rage towards Dean. How dare he get involved? Tell Team to break Win’s heart if he couldn’t love him in return? Win was doing just fine the way things were. He could love without it being reciprocated. It was never reciprocated. He could hold onto it for what it was for as long as he wanted, and it wasn’t any of Dean’s fucking business. If he—

“P’Dean said I didn’t hear everything,” Team said quietly. “He said I—that I needed to talk to you, because there were parts I didn’t hear.”

“What did you hear?” Win asked. His voice sounded distant to his own ears, like he was speaking in a vacuum.

Win watched as tears pricked in Team’s eyes again, and Team raised a hand to rub roughly at his face. Win’s hands clenched against the bedsheets beneath him in an effort to keep from reaching out. He didn’t think it would be welcome at the moment.

“Just that—That you didn’t mean for this thing between us to happen,” Team said, his voice barely above a whisper. “And that you don’t know how it’ll end but, but that it’s good now.”

“It is,” Win said. The words didn’t seem to reassure him, and Team just shook his head. “Is that all?” He could fill in the gaps in between, and felt a pang of guilt he hadn’t expected at the thought. Team only nodded. “I’m sorry for telling Dean and Pruek about us sleeping together without asking you first.”

Team shook his head. “It’s ok,” he said. “They’re your friends, and you trust them.”

“Have you talked to Pharm and Manow about us?” Team shook his head again. “You can if you want to,” Win continued. “They’re your friends, and I know you trust them too.”

“What didn’t I hear?” Team asked instead of answering him. Win sat for a moment, just blinking at him until his brain clicked back in. Team hadn’t heard Win trying to sort out his feelings. He didn’t hear Dean tell Win that what he was feeling was love.

It should make him feel better, he was sure. And it did, a little. At least he knew that Team wasn’t upset because of that. But it also would be easier for Team to have overheard that rather than for Win to have to say it out loud.

“I don’t think I’m ready to tell you that yet,” Win said quietly. He would give Team the world a million times over just to make him smile. But this—he wanted to just keep those thoughts to himself for a little while longer. To be sure before he gave voice to it.

Team looked at him, his frown deepening. He only held Win’s gaze for a moment before his eyes dropped again.

“Hey, don’t do that,” Win said. He finally reached out, tucking his fingers under Team’s chin and tugging his face up towards his. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ll tell you what was said eventually, but. I just can’t right now, okay?”

Team nodded, but didn’t look reassured. He pulled away, and Win let him, turning to watch Team crawl up the bed and climb under the blankets. “I’m tired, I just want to sleep,” Team said.

Win sighed, but crawled up the bed to lay beside him. When he reached out to touch Team’s shoulder, he felt Team tense under his touch.

This was not going how he’d planned. Why did Dean have to get involved? Why did he have to go and tell Team anything? Then again, if he hadn’t, would Team still be avoiding him? Hell, Win hadn’t actually answered him, so maybe he’d still be back to avoiding Win tomorrow.

“Team, look at me, please?” Win asked. He shook Team’s shoulder lightly until Team turned to look over his shoulder at him.

“What?” Team asked, a coldness in his tone that Win wasn’t used to. It wasn’t the teasing kind of brattiness that Win had come to find amusing, but a genuinely upset tone that chilled Win.

“You’re spiraling, I can see it,” Win said. “And whatever worst case scenario you’ve invented in that cute head of yours, it’s not true. So how about this: I won’t tell you what was said just yet. But, if you tell me what you’re worried that I said, what you think I must’ve said that’s got you so upset, I’ll tell you if you’re right or wrong. Ok?”

It was the best he could offer. He could alleviate Team’s fears without actually answering what was said. Of course, in the back of his mind, he knew that if it came down it, he would cave and tell Team rather than lose him. Though he hoped it didn’t come to that. The idea of admitting it to Team, and Team leaving him anyway, was the worst outcome he could imagine.

Team’s expression softened a little, and after a moment, he turned over to face Win, though he didn’t move any closer to him. “Ok,” he said slowly. Team’s eyes dropped to the space between them, and his fingers traced over the faint pattern on his pillowcase. “You said that whatever we have, it’s good now,” Team said. Win nodded, not entirely sure where this was going.

“What if it’s not good?” Team asks.

“I’m not following,” Win said carefully.

Team took a breath, and misty eyes flicked back up to meet Win’s. “It sounded like P’Dean thought you were just, messing around, and that you should end things if you weren’t serious. You said you didn’t mean for this to happen, and you don’t know how it’ll end.”

“No one can know how something will end,” Win said.

“But you know that it will,” Team’s voice was so quiet that Win almost missed it.

Win’s heart dropped into his stomach at the quiet, broken words.

“You already know it’ll end, and I thought—It sounded like you were just—just having fun, for now, until you get bored,” Team finished the thought all in a rush, words rushing together into each other.

“No, no, Team,” Win reached out, curling his fingers into team’s hair, tilting his head up to look him in the eyes. “None of that’s true. None of it.” He swallowed the lump in his throat, and he tried to speak again, but found it impossible. He swallowed again, eyes falling shut. He kept one hand in Team’s hair, needing the touch to keep him grounded as he spoke, but unable to look at Team as he did. “I didn’t mean that I knew it would end. I don’t know if—I don’t know that.” It was the closest he could get to saying that maybe it wouldn’t. The words seemed impossible. Of course it would end. Everything ended. Win wouldn’t be able to keep something as perfect as this.

“I’ll never get bored of you,” Win said instead, his eyes opening to look back into Team’s gaze. “And I’m not just having fun. Maybe at first, but not now. I care about you, and want to keep you safe and happy, and fed.” The last word at least pulled a strained laugh from Team, and Win would count that as a victory. “I promise, what you didn’t hear in that conversation—that is the furthest thing from it. You don’t need to ever worry about that.”

Team relaxed, and shuffled closer to Win. His face buried against Win’s shoulder, and Win’s arms wrapped around him like a cocoon. He never wished so much that he could just wrap Team up in his arms and keep him away from everything. Keep him safe, there with Win, where he belonged.

Except that he didn’t belong to Win. Not really. And he would learn all of Win’s flaws soon enough, and decide that he wasn’t worth it.

Yes, Team, I do know it will end. But it won’t be me that ends it. Never that.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” Win asked instead. He felt Team shake his head against his chest. “What do you want then?”

Team shifted against him, head emerging from its place against his shoulder long enough to press a tentative kiss against Win’s lips. “Just want to stay here,” Team said. “Is that okay?”

“Always,” Win said without hesitation.

“And you promise you’ll tell me eventually what was said that I missed?” Team asked.

“Promise.”

#winteam #fanfic #between us #Mostly angst tbh #Angst with a hopeful ending

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NaNoWriMo 2022: Day 18

My concentration has been crap today- I’m on my period, I’m still getting over a cold and my bipolar is being a little bit of a bitch (so mild hypomania I think).

I started doing some of my school work (finally!) and I got a little bit of writing done today. I’m posting early so I can go to bed early tonight. Sleep is supposed to help in most cases. UGH.

Also told one of my irl friends that I’m a lesbian and I don’t know how she took it so there’s that too. Who’s nervous??? (me because I think I should have waited to tell her :/)

November 18 word count: 2,365 words

NaNoWriMo 2022 Total To Date: 58,773 words

Excerpt:

We turned back to Miss Sarah Holburn who was trying her best not to cry; she had been our governess since we were six and eight years old; that was seven years now. She tried to stand up to Mama’s stubbornness and she lost out. But she already knew that she wouldn’t be paying for the price of a neglected education; Rosie and I would. We’d be ignorant, rude, unrefined, prideful, vain and all the worst qualities imaginable. We would, in short, become our worst selves. It hurt Miss Holburn that Mama was choosing this path for us. She thought it would be better if we were pretty little fools or in my case, just a plain fool.

“I have watched you both grow up and I’m proud of you girls. I know you both have your faults, but you’re both very spirited girls. Don’t ever give that up; certainly not for anyone else. Women need to be strong to survive in this world. You need to have some fight in you. And you can be both feminine and strong willed. Strength is a trait that even the most ladylike can properly possess.” She looked to Rosie as she said this. But then she looked to me with the same smile- “There isn’t one right way to be a woman either. You can be a masculine woman and that can become you more than trying to force yourself to be something you’re not. It may not be typical but it’s not wrong, just different. And different can be a powerful, beautiful thing.”

Rosie stood up straighter to hear these words; I felt compelled to too. Rosie was not usually a crier but she started up again. She ran forward and threw her arms around Miss Holburn. My vision grew blurry looking at them; oh, I suppose that Rosie’s tears and Miss Holburn’s words inspired this in me. No other woman ever told me that I was fine like this. They usually didn’t know what to do with me and that was on the nicer end of the reactions I’ve received.

Someone once told Mama that she ought not bring me to parties with her because I’d give other girls bad ideas but she slapped that woman across the face and screamed at her. Papa and I had to pull her off the other woman. It didn’t help that she had too much to drink that night. She kept tearfully apologizing to me in the carriage ride home. She kept bumping into Papa’s arm as the road was uneven. He looked out the window and seemed quietly amused by the stars passing us by. Rosie was sleeping curled up to my side, snoring a little lightly.

She danced herself dizzy because she was one of the prettiest girls there easily. We hadn’t debuted yet but the soldiers did not care. Rosie danced with everyone who asked. And a girl who thought I was a boy asked me to go around the floor with her. I didn’t deny her request, hoping that maybe she wouldn’t realize I was also a girl. I was afraid of how she’d react if she knew. We went around a few numbers; it was so much fun, I forgot to stop. She kept going with me.

“You’re the best looking boy here.” She said and kissed my cheek when no one was looking. “Thanks for all those turns. I was trying to avoid someone else. Don’t worry, honey, I don’t like him at all.” She pressed her calling card into my hand.

“Maybe if you come to the next dance, you’ll save a turn for me?” She smiled and I felt a flutter of butterflies wings in my chest. Before I could promise the lovely lady anything, my sister came out of nowhere and seemed intent on coming up to me.

“Matilda! There you are.” Rosie bowled into me without realizing what she had done.

I looked to the beautiful girl who danced with me, in frantic agony; so much hope flew up through me. She only sweetly smiled and winked. She knew? And she still danced with me, flirted with and kissed me? I was stunned momentarily and didn’t hear Rosie talking at me; instead I watched that girl walking away into the crowd. She knew I was another girl; she purposely approached me and asked me to dance. Perhaps, I didn’t have to be a spinster after all. I didn’t yet know how I’d use what I learned; there are other women who like women. I’m not the only girl in the world like this.

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seducemefanficsandheadcanons · 7 months

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Tangled Destinys

I accidentally posted this on the wrong blog apparently

Chapter two~ I wanna contribute to the chaos

Chapter summary~ The boys discuss Adira's true intentions, and realize she is as clueless as they are.

Chapter title from Twin Size Mattress by The Front Bottoms

I sat in the dining room of the boys home, their intense glances piercing my soul. I thought back to the events which brought me here. I was supposed to be killing these men, now they- or at least one of them- were giving me a new home. None of the others seemed extremely happy about it, Sam asking Damien if he was crazy when he offered. The others' looks showed that they agreed with Sam, but Damien gave the group a look, receiving a hesitant nod from James. I denied the offer at first, knowing my presence would only bring more issues and commotion. Damien argued that with other options considered, he was more than willing to fight off other demon hunters. I wasn’t entirely sure why he was so dead set on saving me from my fate, but I was extremely grateful for his kindness. James made me promise that I would help fight any intruders, since it would be me who attracted them, and that promise was instantly given. Matthew and Erik were indifferent, not being rude to me but understandably lacking any trust in me. Damien was very kind to me, telling me that it would be okay, and before anyone could question him he was shaking his head. Sam didn’t speak to me, glaring at his food as if it were the one who attacked him while James just glared at me, his glare so intense that I could feel the tension it brought in my shoulders. I promised to help with chores, but informed them getting a job may be difficult as I lack a highschool diploma. James reluctantly agreed to use his magic to forge records of my existence, as there were little to none.

After we ate quietly, Damien led me to my new room. It was plain, the furniture mostly consisting of off white frames and some decor. Once we were in the room, Damien lended me a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. “I’m sure Erik will be willing to take you shopping tomorrow.” I could tell by his tone that he was not sure, but dropped it.

“Thank you, truly.” my smile faltered as I sighed, rubbing my arm. “But why the hell are you letting me stay?”

He smiled softly, sadness in his eyes. “You can’t help who your family is. I can tell you have a good heart.”

I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to take in his statement. “Damien, I was sent to kill you.” I said, my tone slightly harsh.

He just nodded. “But you didn’t. And I know how hard you fought to save us. You put your morals before your life, something most people are unwilling or incapable of doing.”

I didn’t respond, my eyes moving down to the tattoo on my wrist. It was simple, a small circle around indescribable symbols. To a typical human, it was no different than any other tattoo, but any being involved in some magic could recognize the mark of a hunter. It was placed right on the vain of my arm, meant to prove one's dedication to their job. I shuddered at the memory, being strapped down to the table. I was young, no older than 5 when my mom decided it was time to mark me. She did the tattoo herself, since no sensible tattoo artist would even consider tattooing a child. She ridiculed me when I screamed and cried at the pain, calling me weak and other names. If you're going to be a hunter, you need to handle a small needle. She would tell me, rolling her eyes and laughing when I asked her to stop.

Damien must have heard my thoughts, because suddenly his hand was on my shoulder catching my attention. “You should sleep. Don’t worry about the others, they’ll come around.” He said quietly before walking out, leaving me alone in my room.

I walked over to the mirror, staring at my features. I had almost black hair which came down to my shoulder, and freckles across my nose and cheeks which were enhanced thanks to the sun this time of year. The entire day made no sense, but I was too tired to truly examine the situation. I changed into the clothes Damien brought and climbed into the extremely comfortable bed, letting much needed sleep take over my body.

- - -

The incubi were all gathered in the dining room, per the request of James. Damien sat quietly, preparing himself for the questioning regarding the young woman who slept upstairs. Once everyone was seated, James led the conversation as normal. “We need to discuss everything that has happened today.”

Sam snorted, obviously unamused. “That’s one way to put it. The hell are we doing sheltering a demon hunter?”

Damien shook his head. “She isn’t like the others. I wouldn’t have offered to let her stay with us had she been.”

Erik narrowed his eyes. “You need to be more specific than that, Damien. She has the mark of one and attacked us.”

Damien took a deep breath, taking in the overwhelming amount of questions in his brother's minds. They all varied significantly, Matthews being hopeful while Sam’s were murderous. “Her family has raised her to be the ultimate demon hunter, teaching her magic from a young age while sheltering her from the world. She didn’t even have communication with those outside her family until she was in her teens.”

Sam furrowed his brows. “So what? She still tried to fucking kill us. I mean it sucks that she was brainwashed into thinking that was okay, but you can’t expect us to change her mind.”

James cringed. “Sam, please watch your language.”

“I mean, he has a point.” Matthew spoke up, defending his brother.

Damien shook his head. “She doesn’t think it’s okay, and she didn’t try to kill us.”

“Did you forget what happened earlier, or did you hit your head when she used magic to knock us all on our asses?” Sam yelled, pissed at Damien for trying to defend her.

Damien closed his eyes. “I remember, but her intent wasn’t to kill us. She was sent to kill us, yes, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Adira actually tried to refuse multiple times, but she was told that if she didn’t do it, her mother would kill her and us. She told her the assignment was given by angels, but Adira was never fully convinced. When she arrived, she planned to make us angry enough to kill her. We would be aware of the danger of other hunters in the area, and she wouldn’t have to die at the hands of her own mother. Her training was intensive, and I believe if she truly was intending to kill, one of us would have died at the very least. She knows less about the world than we do, without even realizing it.”

Damien attempted to block out the sudden increase in volume of thoughts. Guilt, sorrow, confusion and anger filled his brother's minds. “Angels wouldn’t have sent her, we haven’t communicated with humans about our powers since arriving.” James said matter of factly.

Matthew frowned. “Why would her mother lie about that?”

Damien shrugged. “She doesn’t honestly know, she just knows her mother has always had some resentment towards demons, specifically incubi and succubi.”

After a few moments of silence, James spoke. “She was going to sacrifice her life for us, so we will treat her with kindness and respect. That being said, be careful. Her mother will likely come for her soon or will begin to watch from afar. If in the unlikely chance angels are involved, we must be extra careful in our interactions with other humans.”

James could relate with Adira being trained to be someone you didn’t want to be. He was pretty sure Damien was right about her intentions, but still wanted to be cautious. “And do not, under any circumstances, give her your demon name. We could be wrong about her intentions.” He said sternly, and everyone quickly agreed.

“Well, if that's all, we should get some rest.” Erik said, standing from his chair.

- - -

I groaned as the sun began to shine through the window, infuriatingly on my face. The feeling of unfamiliar sheets jolted me awake, but then the events from the day before flooded my mind. God, I’m an idiot. Now my mom is going to come after them too. Realistically, I knew my mom couldn’t kill any of them. Her potential in magic and her energy levels were high, but her ability to apply that to combat was little to none. She was, however, efficient in a form of enthrallment. Technically, only demons were supposed to be able to use that strong of mind manipulation. Because my mom is human and has this ability, angels snatched her up immediately. She didn’t live up to her potential, and she became obsessed with me being what she was supposed to be. If she trained me, and I became efficient, then it proved to the angels how incredible and talented she was.

As I rose from my bed, I heard a small knock on the door. When I opened it, Damien was standing there with his kind and warm smile. “Goodmorning.”

I smiled back. “G’morning.” I moved over, giving him room to walk in. “I’d give you back your clothes, but I don’t really have any others.”

“Oh, don’t worry. Erik will be taking you shopping in a few hours. You can wear those until then. Some humans wear pajamas to the store, so it should be fine.” He said, looking around the room slightly before turning his gaze back to me. “Breakfast will be ready if you’re hungry.”

We walked into the dining room, the mood being significantly lighter than the night before. Maybe Damien was right, they aren’t glaring at me today. Sam and Erik were sitting at the table while Matthew and James were walking back from the kitchen with lots of breakfast food. “Goodmorning, Miss.” James greeted me.

“Goodmorning.” I smiled at him, sitting down with Damien following me.

“Well, did Damien tell you of our plans today?” Erik asked, and it was only now that I heard a seductive glint from his tone.

I nodded, smiling. “I really appreciate it. I know yesterday was…I really appreciate you letting me stay.”

Erik waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, beautiful.” I began to blush furiously, until James cleared his throat and shook his head at Erik.

Eventually, we all ate breakfast and the food was incredible. They made sure I was included, and all of them, with Sam being the exception, went out of their way to include me. Eventually though, my mother became the topic of conversation.

“Miss, we must know how strong your mother is.” James said. “We need to know how capable of defending ourselves without energy we are.”

I sighed. “Honestly? It depends. She has more energy and magic than some demons, but she isn’t great at using it. You're all more than capable of defending yourselves against her, and I am willing to give my energy when needed.”

James shook his head. “That is a generous offer, but I assure you that likely won’t be an issue.”

I smiled at him. “I know. Just putting it out there. There is one thing though.”

The boys all looked at me expectantly as I took a deep breath. “My mother has an ability only found in demons. She can use mind control, it isn’t great and can easily be fought off if expected, but no one expects a human to use enthrallment.”

James furrowed his eyebrows and Damien nodded, likely confirming that I was telling the truth. I frowned a bit, knowing that it would be awhile before any of them trusted me. I probably wouldn’t be here long enough for that anyway. After a minute of unnerving silence, Sam shrugged. “We can take her, easily.”

I smiled and nodded, but a slight pain in my heart formed at the idea of my mother being killed. I quickly pushed down the feeling as we all finished our food.

A few hours later, I was sitting in the backseat of a minivan. Erik and Sam were sat up front. The others had work, so it was just the 3 of us.

“We will make sure you have everything you need, Princess.” I blushed at the pet name, knowing it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Um, th-thanks.” I managed to stutter out, Erik chuckled in response.

A few hours went by, and I was now sitting in the back seat of a minivan. Erik insisted Sam come along, saying he needed to get out of the house and that he should come in the event they needed to defend from Malix, a devil who has been hunting them since arriving in town. I played with my hands, listening to the classical music Erik had turned on the radio. That was until it suddenly changed to a rock station.

“Sam? What are you doing?” Erik asked, extremely annoyed.

“That shit was BORING. You made me come, I get to pick the music.” Sam retorted.

They continued to bicker before Erik sighed and relented, making Sam flash a toothy grin. I laughed quietly at their antics. “What’s so funny, princess?” Erik asked, looking at me in the window.

I blushed lightly, embarrassed. “Oh, it’s nothing. I was an only child so I’m not used to seeing siblings argue.”

“Do you have any other family, cousins perhaps?” He asked, curiously.

I sighed. “No, not that I know of. My mom lost all of her memories before I was born and was taken in by angels, so if I did I’d never know.”

Erik nodded, and I could tell he was curious but didn’t pry further which I was thankful for.

Shopping was interesting and slightly overwhelming. Erik helped me pick out some clothes while Sam just stood there, awkwardly following us. Erik also bought me shampoo, toothpaste, and other necessities which I was thankful for. I started to realize how little I know about my surroundings, despite being in my twenties. It was my first time being in the mall, and I was slightly comforted by learning the boys didn’t know everything yet either.

When we were walking back to the van, I suddenly felt the hair on the back of my neck stand. “Something’s here.” I said, freezing.

Erik and Sam both became alert, looking around. “What do you feel?” Erik asked, his voice a few pitches higher then he likely meant.

I closed my eyes trying to pick apart the sensations and energies before focusing on one. My eyes shot open. “A devil.”

Sam tensed his fists, preparing to fight when Erik stopped him. “Don’t be ridiculous Sam. We haven’t fed in weeks. Let's go back.”

Sam glared at his brothers. “And let them follow us? The protection spell only lasts so long now that Harolds dead.”

“I should be able to recast it.” I offered, only slightly worried I may be overstepping my boundaries.

Eventually, Sam got back into the Van with us following. His rage energy was practically bouncing off the walls of the vehicle, and no one spoke in the fear of provoking him. Erik drove above the speed limit, quickly getting us back to the mansion.

#seduce me the otome #seducemeotome #seducemetheotome #smto #seduceme #fanfiction #seduce me fanfiction

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notmine213 · 7 months

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Tangled Destinies