#double V for the win

[vince-linder]

Something bout relationships

Oh no, they are fighting. But they should be all happy, giddy husbands, right? Nah. No marriage or relationship is ever just happy. And this one isnt an exception at all. But dw, they still love eo. Lil writing wip towards the pic under the cut <3

"Johnny?" Vin set down his cup and stood up from the desk, just to sit down back next to his partner. "Mmh?", he looked up from his guitar to his husband, his brows furrowed in a questioning manner. Johnny was trying to finish this song, and usually Vince wouldnt interrupt him with not important stuff at times like this. Vince scooted a bit closer, hesistating to directly spit out what he was thinking for a while and needed to adress badly. "You know, we are kinda in a poly-ship with Ker and Vel, right?" A screeching sound from the guitar strings was the only sound for a moment between them. "What-" Vince took a deep breath and looked at his husband, playing around with the ring on his hand. A small smile formed on his lips as all the memories flooded him. "Come on Johnny. I dont mean it in any negative way, but-" "No. No fucking but. We are not in ANY relationship with them. At all.", Johnny stared at him angrily, like he just took the biggest punch in the guts.

After a moment of silence, Johnny stood up and paced through the living room. And Vince fully well knew to just let him ponder for a few minutes, give him room to let out all the anger and negative emotions. Still watching Johnnys ever step, seeing him attempt to say something a few times, just to close his mouth again before speaking. Finally he stopped in his movement and looked at Vince, less angry and more confused now, but still so full of energy. Vince almost smirked, but he knew to well that it would only enrage Johnny right now, but good god, was he cute like that.

"What do you mean with that even?", finally Johnny found his words, even in a kinda calm and collected manner. "Well. We spend much time together, either staying at our Mansion, or Kers. We slept together in one bed quite a few times. We have very casually Sex between the four of us. We go on Dates together, all four of us, just me and Vel or you and Ker. This feels quite a bit like dating-light, dont you think?" Vince watched him again, but this time dont gave him the room to say something against it, but stood up and placed his hands on Johnnys hips. He could feel the slight reaction, the minimal shock of Johnny, but he would not jump away form his husband. Not anymore. "I know you try to make us all believe that you dont like Vel-" "I do not like him, that is no make believe." "Mhm. Sure. Thats why the two of you cuddle together on the couch with Nibbles, watching goofy sitcoms? Or that the reason why you want him on your lap when nobody else is around? Or maybe-" "Stop it Vin! I am not into him, and I do not like him!", the anger was boiling in the rockerboy and now he pushed Vince from himself to start once more to pace through the room. "I am only doing this for your and Kers sake. Not for this homeless idiot. He is taking advantage of both of you, nothing more, nothing less." "No. Come on Johnny, you dont mean that." "I fully mean that V! How can you be so blind? He searched a sugardaddy and found two! Congrats."

"Johnny-", a sigh left Vince as he tried to calm his husband down again, carefully placing his hands without much pressure on Johnnys forearms. Johnny stopped and stared at Vince, the anger boiling in his gaze, his muscles twitching from the deep overstimulating emotions. "I know this is a tricky topic for you, and I know you still have your very personal problems with your sexuality besides everything me, but please. I know you dont mean it like this, J. It is a weird situation, I know that. I never thought that anything alike would happen, especially after all we been through. After all we tested with Ker and Billy. But things change, and I -" "Nothing changed on that part." Johnny crossed his arms and was fully pouting "Sure I enjoy the sex with Ker, he's a good lover. But thats all." "Mhm. Sure.", Vince shook his head amused by Johnnys antics "Thats why its always Vel on your cock, because you love Ker that much."

Anger, hatred, a nervous twitching that almost looked like he holded back to just punch him straight, all that played in Johnnys face and body for a few seconds, staring at Vince for this comment and his attitude. "That-that isn't true. Yall just cannot get enough of my cock, thats it."

Vince rolled his eyes, but he was used to Johnnys defensive stance towards anything about his sexuality. Of course, Johnny Silverhand wasnt gay or even bi. He was just slightly into one man, and that only because they shared a brain. Nothing more. He would never enjoy anything else. Vin let go of Johnnys arms and turned, heading to the window and staring outside for a moment. As always, the city was loud and agressive. Just like their situation right now, maybe it was again time for a trip through the badlands to detox from it all.

"V-", his voice was almost apoleptic, somewhat deeply hurt. This man was full of trauma he would never truely be done with. But Vin didnt turned. He didnt wanted it to be such a big fight to get Johnny to even admit he may enjoyed being around Vel and Ker much lately. But he should have seen it coming. The last time they tried something kinda poly, it escalated even quicker, and much more violently. He leaned his forehead against the window, the glass cooling his mind. "What do you wanna hear from me, Johnny? All I said is true. We both know this. But you are still not able to be true to yourself. You are still trying-" he stopped in his words as he felt Johnnys arms wrapping around him, and the head of the rockerboy being on his shoulder. "I know.", was all Johnny said before he just silently cuddled with Vince. Vince closed his eyes for a moment and leaned against the frame of his rockerboy husband, a silent laugh escaping him "You know, that you are an idiot?" "Mmh. And you are a dumbass. Thats why we fit together so well." Vince turned in his embrace, facing him with a cheeky grin. "So you really not gonna admit that you like Vel?" "Never gonna happen." "Cause you know, you gonna be alone here with him next weekend, right?" Johnny looked confused at him, trying to get why that should be the case. "He's not with Kerry?" "Nah. Kerry gonna be on this little Promo Party, in Pacifica. And I am on a big gig. Kids spending the weekend at Mamá Welles.", Vince smile grew, as he saw the realization in Johnnys face bloom. "So its just me and Vel." "Mhm" "I not gonna survive this."

[doodle-ink]

The Sun,

The Star,

The Moon,

and Mars…

The beginning of those to come.

AAAAAAAAAA ITS DOOOONNNNEEEE IM SO PROUD OF THIS THING YALL HAVE NO IDEA!!

I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS THING FOR OVER 5

F U C K I N G

M O N T H S.

SO MANY VIDEO ESSAYS…

For those who don’t know what tf this is, it’s a custom gem art I ordered online (with artists permission) like the ones u can get at (insert art store name).

This is also 3ft (97cm) long. For reference on how fucking big this thing is there’s is a picture of me holing it up and last I checked I’m roughy 5’4” (pic at bottom so this post ain’t so fucking long)

But yeah I’m absolutely in love with this and still need to slap some mod podge over this behemoth. My next project is a little more reasonable and I’ve already got permission from a new artist to use her work!

(Also little ittle watchers (read in The Click voice))

This original art was done by @skimmeh (LOOK ITS DONE :D)

[desolate-skies]

where are the cameron/cuddy shippers bc there is no way i’m the only one seeing this????

cuddy’s unfortunate attraction to anyone who’s impertinent after they cause problems on purpose + cameron’s habit of looking up at every older authority figure with doe eyes before she starts a fight……..yeah, gay sex would fix them

[akuma-tenshi]

i forgot how fucking frustrating the chat is around deduction star. this is your friendly reminder to NOT VOTE LILY, EMIL, OR ALVA ON GLOBAL, BECAUSE THEY ARE WINNING ON CN AND WILL GET SKINS ANYWAY. we fucking predicted this y'all please get your shit together

[saint--claire]

It's been a long few days, but Beans is now thriving in her new role as a 2.8 kilogram baby gummy shark 🦷🦈

[bison2winquote]

Jimmy Lee, Double Dragon V: The Shadow Falls [SNES] (Leland Interactive Media/ Tradewest)

[aro-ortega]

replayed beck. they kissed rayyan this time, and im glad it was like a good heated rivals at the locker kiss. perfect. mwah

[milflewis]

i’m freeeeeee !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[banannabethchase]

I think you're 100% right. This whole PPV feels booked to get a night-night huge pop to come across amazing on TV but there's not a whole lot of storyline thought or follow up to the endings. That would be fine if they had time before their next PPV, to build on the crappy endings and try to turn them into something, but they have 3 shows.

Okay. OKAY. Okay. I think the endings are so weird tonight because they want to make sure All Out isn't treated as an afterthought? Like all but 2 of the main card matches are multi-men to make sure as many people as possible can get on the card. So maybe All Out, not only with the size, is a more intimate PPV where the matches are more calculated and personal. Maybe that's where we get Kenny vs. Takeshita, Mox vs. Orange Cassidy, Saraya vs. Mercedes or Shida or Toni, smaller matches that continue the storylines begin at All In.

I'm holding out hope okay I need this shit to have a REASON.

[ketchup-cat-sub]

My mind has started to morph the name of the letter W to be "win" as opposed to double u.

[cakelitter]

Intertwined

Leon x Fem! Reader

warnings: mdni, oral (f recieve), p in v, dirty talking, established relationship, slight spanking, slight size kink

summary: playfighting!!!

words: 2.3k

a/n: Mostly intended for re4 Leon, but any Leon after that era works tbh. Downstairs neighbors probably hate the two of you LMAO. But yeah, hope you enjoy!!!!

Play fighting is fun, especially when you have a boyfriend that is double your size.

It’s actually quite beneficial, coming up with ways to escape his death grip each time the two of you declare war against each other; could be vital in critical situations.  Sometimes however, you find yourself trapped, your mind thinking of a strategy to flee from the large hands that managed to get a hold of your wrists.

“Leon, that’s not fair your grip is too tight!” You squirm, pulling your arms away but to no avail as he drags them back. “What happened to ‘Don’t go easy on me, I’m stronger than you think’?”

Should’ve kept your mouth shut is what should’ve happened, you wouldn’t be fighting for your life if you did that. Actually no, you would’ve been doing that either way, no idea why you keep willingly putting yourself in these situations when you have no track record of winning. You struggle, flinging your arms away quickly, rotating your wrists, hell you even tried biting, and he won’t budge. “Does someone need a little help?”

Great, he’s mocking you now. Should’ve went for skinnier guys, not ones that went to police academy for three years, and a government training program for five.

You could try to kick him, but you’d lose your footing on the bed. That would just make it easier for him, this man would not waste a minute to knock you off your feet if he ever had the opportunity of doing so. While you’re over here thinking, the cogs in our brain working in full efficiency, he’s grinning. God, that stupid grin, he looks so cute, yet punching it off his adorable face sounds satisfying.

Since when was he a fucking sadist anyway?

In the midst of your attempts to pull away, the iron grip he has on your arm causes your torso to lunge forward.

Rookie mistake.

His body leans in, placing his head between your arm and waist, throwing you over his shoulder before slamming you back down onto the mattress of the bed below you. Clicking his tongue, he climbs on top, shaking his head in mockery. “Every time, you fall for it every time.”

Rubbing it in your face, typical. Ok maybe he’s correct, you have fallen for this once…or twice… or thrice before but you’re still new to this!

Chuckling, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck before kissing your cheek, his hand caressing your waist, finger slipping beneath the oversized shirt you’re wearing. His lips feel soft against the sensitive skin, causing heat to pool between your thighs.

But you can’t lose, not so early at least.

You try to get up, plopping your hand down on the mattress below, attempting to pull him off of you. Your swift movements however, were met by his familiar hand grabbing your shoulder and pushing it back down.

Your competitive side starts to peek through, trying your absolute best to put up a fight. Albeit, trying to escape his grip is a lesson you’ve just learned the outcome of. And so, one more option is left if you want to win.

Fake an injury.

A yelp escapes your lips, turning your head over to the side, knots forming between your brows as you feign pain. His expression immediately softens, pulling away from you to see what’s the matter, his yank couldn’t have been that rough, could it?

It wasn’t, not even in the slightest, you just got to pull on those sweet, sweet heart strings of his, find that weak spot, that slight glimmer of hope and run with it. Just as you expected, he softens, the hand placed on you shoulder slackens, giving you the golden opportunity that you’ve been hoping for.

With a smug expression, you push him off of you, getting up and dashing out of the room. You don’t look back, but you can just imagine the dumbfounded expression plastered all over his face, betrayed and aghast.

It’s not till you’re in the living room till you hear his footsteps approaching; you stand there, legs ready to sprint at any given moment. His figure walks down the hall and into the room you’re in, he stands a few feet away from you, his lips curled up into a smile.

You wait anxiously, eyes scanning his body, trying to decipher his next move.

“Better start running.”

Without even thinking twice, you sprint; running around the couch as he follows you. Your heart is beating out of your chest as your socked feet hit the hard wood floor over and over again as his follow pursuit.

You’re not even thinking straight anymore, your fight or flight mode activated, trying your best to run around him. And for the first ten seconds you were doing great, jumping over the couch, throwing a few pillows at him, even dodged his attacks.

But it all goes south when you get cornered, the only way out is through him. You’re fucked, and he knows that; slowly walking over towards you, the glimmer of hope that you once had dissipating with each step forward he takes.

“I’m sorry, Leon. Please, please, I’m sorry.” You apologize between squeals and giggles. This is actually so scary; your heart is about to fall out of your ass at this rate. “That was a very dirty move back there, you know?”

Shit, shit, shit.

“I wanted to win, please.” The same grin forms on his lips, the joyful expression on his face juxtaposing yours which is full of anxiousness. “That wasn’t so nice of you, it’s called cheating.”

Realizing there is no point in sweet talking your way out of this one, your legs move on their own, sprinting and praying that you make it through. But of course, you don’t.

His arm grabs your waist, pulling you back before carrying you over his shoulder once again. He laughs as you squirm, walking back over to your shared bedroom.

Plopping you back down on the bed, his fingers begin to tickle your sides as you flop around like a fish out of water. Your laughter echoes through the room, the cramping feeling in your stomach being hard to ignore as you attempt to fight off his persistent fingers.

“Stop! Leon, stop!” you say in-between laughter, the whole experience feeling like torture more than anything. “What do you say?”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again!” He stops, his hands resting on the side of your hips as you wipe off the tears on the corner of your eyes. He smiles, leaning in again and leaving a soft kiss on your lips before murmuring against them. “Told you I always win.”

You roll your eyes, hands tangled in his hair. “Yeah, yeah, shut up.”

Smiling, you pull him closer till his lips connect with yours. It’s slow and sweet, affection filled eyes and intertwined fingers, getting lost in each other’s taste. His chest is flush against yours, rapid heartbeats syncing, riding the same high of emotions.

Pulling away, he placed a final kiss on your chin before putting his head beneath your shirt; well, it’s his shirt but that’s besides the point. He plants a tender kiss on the middle of your chest, littering a few more around before moving down you your lower stomach leaving kisses anywhere he could.

You wince as his cold fingertips graze your skin, a chuckle escaping his lips in return. Running his palm up your sides, pulling the shirt off your body. You help, raising your arms up as he discards it behind him.

His eyes fall on your chest, hands immediately fondling and groping the tender flesh. “Look at those, so fucking pretty.”

Blushing, you watch him lean in, his mouth clasping around your stiff peak. Your eyes close in pleasure as he lets out a grunt, tongue flicking and teeth slightly grazing amplifying the pleasure. Blue eyes lock with yours, a subtle smile forming on his lips as he hears the sounds you’re making for him.

“Fuck, sweetheart, can’t wait to hear all those cute sounds you’d make when I fuck you stupid.” He speaks, fingers pinching your sensitive nipples, sending pulses of pleasure to your needy cunt. “Yes, please.”

“Yeah? Have all the neighbors hear how good you feel? How well you take it?” You nod, placing your hand on his muscly forearm. “Want it.”

He kisses you one more time before slapping your ass. “Turn around, baby.”

You comply, turning around till your chest is flush against the mattress with your ass in the air. Biting his lip, his rough hands move up the back of your thighs before caressing the fat of your ass, kneading the soft skin.

His fingers grab the rim of your shorts, yanking them down along with your panties, leaving your wet cunt on full display for him. His thumb presses against your weeping pussy, running it through the wet folds and then moving down to draw firm circles on your clit. “Fuck, she’s crying for me, sweetheart. Got such a slutty girlfriend.”

You moan and nuzzle against the bedsheets below, his words passing through your ears and swimming in your mind. Grabbing your ass with both hands this time, he spreads it, groaning at the sight. Open mouthed kisses are placed on your thighs, followed by a few licks and shallow bites. You squirm as you feel him blow on your cunt, the cool air hitting the hot area.

Deciding he’s had enough, he connects his mouth to your pussy, tongue slipping into the hole, making out with it. You grip the sheets beneath, a whimper escaping your lips as he grunts at the taste of your fluids, a large hand smacking your ass before rubbing the hot skin.

Moving back, he spits on your cunt watching the tear shaped saliva drip down and mix with your taste before lapping it back up. You chant his name in between moans, your head feeling fuzzy as he eats you out breathlessly.

“Gonna cum.” You whine, looking back over at him as he nuzzles into your heat, before pulling away. “Cum, sweetheart. Cream my face so I can fuck this cute little pussy.”

Your hand moves down to cup your breast as his thumb rubs your pudgy clit while continuing to fuck his tongue into you. Your mind goes blank as you orgasm, legs shuddering and threatening to collapse as he holds you in place.

“Good fucking girl.” He mutters before licking up your release, moaning as his hand gropes your thighs. It isn’t long however before you hear him get up, your worn-out eyes looking back at him as he pulls down his sweatpants along with his boxers, leaving them behind on the hard-wood floor.

The mattress shifts beneath you as he climbs on the bed, his hand rubbing his painfully hard dick. You bite your lip at the sight of it, thick with some veins running along its side. You gulp, your salivary glands becoming hyperactive at the idea of taking him into your mouth.

His rough hand grips your ass again, the other one leading his cock to your entrance. He spits down onto the pink head; not like that’s necessary. The tip bumps against your clit teasingly, running through your wet folds, collecting all the fluids it can.

You feel your walls stretch as he begins to push his hips forward, the sensation earning a moan out of the two of you. You squeeze around him, your face planted in the sheets bellow as you try to adjust.

A familiar touch travels down your back, and back up to your hips. He pulls out momentarily before fucking back into you; feeling the head of his fat cock kiss the opening of your cervix with each thrust. Your sounds get muffled against the mattress, too overwhelmed by the intense feeling of pleasure.

The creaking noises of the bed slows down as he wraps his arm around your waist pulling your back flush against him, his fingers snaking up and grabbing your jaw. “Didn’t we agree on letting everyone know how good you’re getting fucked? Hm? Getting shy all of a sudden?”

You shake your head as his hips continue to snap against yours. “Good, let me hear you, sweetheart.”

His pace quickens, the sound of skin slapping and dirty moans filling the whole room. His head hides in the crook of your neck as he focuses on his thrusts, your hand grabbing his arm for support. “Rub that clit for me, baby; squeeze that fucking cunt around my cock.”

He holds your hand and brings it up to his mouth, coating your index and middle finger with his saliva and guiding them to your sensitive bundle of nerves. You do as you’re told, rubbing your slippery clit as your boyfriend slams into you again, and again.

You begin to sense the hazy feeling of release approaching, Leon’s hot breath hitting your neck as he pants. His hand grips your hip vehemently, a grip strong enough to leave a mark for the next day or two. “Squeezing me so tight, pussy made f’me.”

You’re completely cock drunk, nodding mindlessly at whatever he says; the desire between your thighs being the only prominent thought on your mind.

“Leon, I’m gonna cum again.”

“I know, sweetheart. Let go for me, let me see my baby all blissed out.” You mewl, nails digging into his forearm as your body trembles. Leon’s breath hitches as you squeeze around him, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he chases his own high.

“Fuck fuck fuck.”  He mutters between gritted teeth, his eyes shutting close. The arm wrapped around your waist relaxes causing you to lay back down on the mattress. He fucks into you a few more times before immediately pulling out, white ropes of cum shooting out and landing on your ass and puffy cunt, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

The room falls quiet as the two of you catch your breaths. Taking his shirt off, he wipes away his release, kissing the lower of your back affectionately and discarding the dirty piece of fabric on the floor.

He lays down next to you, pulling you close against his chest, petting your hair.

“Doing well?”

“Mhm.”

“…We should play fight more often.”

divider by: @/cafekitsune

[woso-dreamzzz]

Leaving V

Alexia Putellas x Teen!Reader

Summary: You hate clay courts

It's not often that two people from the same country end up in the finals for the French Open but you and Carlos Alcaraz have taken the Rolland Garros by storm.

You weren't the biggest fan of clay courts. You didn't like the way they felt under your feet and you knew you were a bit hit and miss this entire tournament.

You always managed to win though, by the skin of your teeth sometimes. But a win is a win and both you and Carlos were representing Spain at the finals.

He was against Zverev and you were against Iga.

She was your usual partner in training, the world number one. Her coach was your coach and he had purposely decided to sit this one out because he knew he couldn't coach both of you fairly for this final.

Iga was nice though. She'd always been nice and welcoming and she helped you settle in Poland and even introduced you to the girl that would eventually become your girlfriend.

But all that was off the table as soon as she first served.

Iga was brutal on the court and you'd always known that. She was a great player, a perfect player most of the time but you had a different play style than her.

She had it all planned out. She had a style and she stuck to it.

You were a bit more reckless. You were younger and you hadn't quite worked out the way you preferred to play.

It left you in a few tricky spots throughout the Rolland Garros but you'd pushed through like you're pushing through now, getting a volley going with Iga and trying to work out how to get her to make a mistake.

You're a bit of a wildcard sometimes. You've been known to feign one way and hit the other.

The audience is used to Iga dominating a final, especially this one, but you're holding your own very well. You're battling against her well though, holding your own even as you have to regain your footing a few times on the clay ground.

It's decided, as you stumble forward and just hit the ball over, you hate clay courts with a passion.

But, still, as the minutes go by, you find your rhythm.

A rhythm that lets you try one more reckless manoeuvre that completely catches Iga off guard. She can't return it and you fall to your knees in shock.

You've just won.

You hadn't gone into this final thinking you would win. You'd gone into it hoping you'd win, for sure, but you thought that you didn't actually have a chance.

You get to your feet shakily, stumbling over to the net to shake her hand.

"Next year," She says, bringing you into a hug," Let's go for the doubles together, alright?"

You nod. "Sounds good."

You thank the umpire and you go around shaking the hands of all the ball girls. When you were younger, at one of the professional tournaments, you had been a ball girl. You knew what it was like.

Iga got given her prize, holding it up for the crowd and then you received the cup, smiling brightly in all the pictures.

You were covered in red clay as you made your way through the corridors.

Your family was waiting for you.

You went into Alexia's arms like you always did and her arms wrapped around you, completely familiar and welcome. You lean into her, sagging in relief as someone takes the cup from you so you can hug her properly.

"I'm very proud of you," She whispers," So proud of you."

"I don't like clay courts," You say back and you can feel the little chuckle of amusement from her.

"I know."

"I'm covered in muck."

"I know but you can go and shower and then we'll head back to get some food."

You giggle as you pull away. "I'm so hungry."

Alexia laughs too. "I know."

Dinner is perfect when you've got the trophy sitting next to you and Alba insisting on having dessert for a job well done.

Mama cries, like usual after you've done anything even related to tennis. Alba makes fun of her.

Alexia sneaks into your hotel room.

You both lay on your bed together, looking up at the blank ceiling.

"I don't know anything about tennis," Alexia admits," Nothing. Nothing at all."

You flick your eyes to her. "What?"

"I don't know anything about it apart from you hit the ball back and forth."

"Ale...I've been playing tennis for years."

"I know and I still don't know anything. Isn't that scary?" She's laughing a little bit. "Years taking you back and forth and getting you new rackets and outfits and watching you win. I still couldn't tell you anything about it."

You're laughing as well, almost hysterically laughing. "Well," You say through your giggles," I must be the better sister because I actually understand the rules of football."

She swats at you with an eye roll. "Football's easy to understand. You don't get sister points for that."

"But still," You say," I've got the most amount of points."

"No you don't!"

"Yes I do!"

The thing about growing up with your sisters is that the three of you were hyper-competitive people, to the point that the 'Sister Championships' happened every year complete with a shared spreadsheet to keep track of everyone's points and a strict set of rules on how they could be earnt.

"I do," You say, bringing up the table on your phone to show," I've got ten more than you because I looked after Alba's dog when I was last home."

Alexia swears. "Damn it."

You grin. "I'm going to win this year."

"I've still got time. I'll let Alba have my window seat on the flight back tomorrow."

You shuffle closer until you've got your head resting on her shoulder. "We're not flying home tomorrow."

"Huh? Why not?"

"Because Carlos has won so it means Spain has won the men's and women's singles. There'll be lots of PR stuff for me to do with him."

"And why can't I go home?"

"Because I need someone to keep me sane, Ale."

She thinks for a moment before nodding. "That'll earn me at least fifteen more sister points."

[pinkroseblooms]

obsessedloner!Choso/chubby!f!Reader) pt.1

Summary: modern day college au! Choso pines over his cute classmate. Ngl this is super self indulgent, probably OOC, with lots of fluff and smut, borderline crack really. Enjoy!

Warnings: stalking, unhealthy behavior, p in v sex, unprotected, possessive/obsessive behavior, smut, and etc. Choso is clingy and borderline yandere.

wc: 4.2k

You’re a sweetie pie, friendly to everyone but seemingly not close to anyone. You wear cute dresses and blouses, and have adorably round cheeks, so plump and cute, with a warm smile that puts every person you speak with at ease. Choso on the other hand, though not socially inept per say, simply doesn’t put much effort into socializing with his classmates or really any person outside his tight knit circle. All Choso really needs is his family and a couple close friends, the ones he’s had for years. He doesn’t need to win any popularity contests and with his pale, nearly translucent skin, inky black hair, and somewhat somber expression, Choso had something of a reputation for being creepy. Walking down the street, zoned out eyes and a thin lipped frown, it wasn’t uncommon for a person to double take, wondering if they had seen a hulking onryo in physical form.

And so, when he met you, Choso was at a loss. Suddenly everything he did seemed so awkward and stilted. He was fumbling over himself attempting to make your acquaintance; from being assigned to class projects or during group discussions, of which Choso found himself hanging on your every word with rapt attention no matter how boring the subject material actually was, he could never seem to find the right thing to say. It was a miracle when he was able to speak at all, outside of strictly school related topics. 

On a mild sunny day, it was a classmate had ultimately been the one to indirectly help Choso make a connection. They had pointed him out to you, who had been sitting unaware on a blanket in the campus courtyard with a book and a snack, Your peaceful, cozy study session outside was interrupted when a classmate came by to say hello and warn you of the strange man watching you from the smattering of trees and bushes surrounding the area.

“He’s always staring at you.” They winced as Choso ducked further behind the large oak he was half obscured behind. “What the hell? I can call security for you.”

“Oh it’s Choso.” you beamed in his direction, waving one of your arms over your head. “Hey Choso! Wanna study with me?”

Unsure if he was hallucinating, Choso ventured from his spot, steps heavy as he walked briskly to where you were camped out on the grass. Your classmate gave you a strange look. "Will you be okay?”

“Aw, he’s just shy.” you told them, your smile widening as Choso lingered a few feet away from the edge of your blanket.

“Uh huh. Alright then” 

With a shrug, they left you and Choso alone; for a few seconds, neither of you spoke.

“Hi.” Choso looked from you to the retreating classmate, and back to you again. “Can I sit down?”

“Sure!” you patted the spot next to you. “Are you hungry? I have some cookies in my bag, made them myself.”

You chatted with Choso about nothing in particular; he mostly nodded or gave one syllable answers as he munched carefully on the cookies you offered. He heard you talk about baking once or twice before; granted Choso is pretty neutral on most desserts but ever since hearing about your casual hobby, one of his favorite fantasies was you gifting him with sweets made with care: chocolate on Valentine's Day, a special cake for his birthday, or maybe you wearing nothing but a cute apron in his kitchen while he pinned you over the table and-

Well, maybe he's getting ahead of himself.

“You know, you could have just come over. How long were you gonna stand there?” you asked after Choso finished the cookies; you had brought extra, hoping to see him around campus again. Nothing said, "let's be buddies" like sharing homemade goodies, right?. “Besides, someone might think you’re stalking me.” you joked.

Choso hadn’t exactly meant to follow you; he really had intended to come over and greet you properly, ask if he could sit or if you wanted to get a coffee, something. Every time he tried to approach you, Choso ended up lingering near you, telling himself he would say something, a hello at the very least, but his feet would end up feeling like lead blocks and his palms would get clammy. Besides, you looked so content to be alone typing away on your computer or leisurely reading a book in your lap. What if you thought he was annoying? What if the only reason you treated him nicely in class was because you didn’t want to be rude and you secretly thought he was an off putting weirdo? Just imagining you looking up at him with apprehension or disgust made Choso’s resolve crumble. By the time he found an ounce of nerve to take a few steps toward you, you were already heading out of the library or the courtyard or the campus cafe and he was left feeling stupid and cowardly. Besides, of nothing else he could be near, just in case someone unwanted came along to bother you. Choso would put a stop to that easily.

“Sorry. I was going to, but you looked busy and…yeah.” Choso scratched at the bridge of his nose, nail grazing over the tattoo; his stomach flipped, remembering how you complimented it the first week of classes. No one else really talked to him but everyone seemed to like talking to you. He had been so surprised, he hadn’t even said thank you, just nodded and averted his eyes back to his notes. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You don’t bother me. Actually,” you pause before taking out your phone. “I was going to ask during our next class: do you want to exchange numbers?”

Choso looked up at you, stricken faced and back straight. “You were?”

“Sure, this way we can make plans to hang out.” you explain casually, smoothing out your skirt as you shifted toward him, contact list open and ready to add his name. With that brief movement, your skirt hiked up higher over your thighs just well past your knees; Choso bit the inside of his cheek and prayed you didn’t notice his gaze flicker downward. It would take less than a second to reach over, feel the exposed skin, squeeze with his rough hand, and then he could get a better idea of how it would feel to have his head trapped between your quivering thighs while he-

“You mean it? So," Choso gazes at you hopefully; his eyes are so intensely fixed to yours that you almost feel the need to look away. "We would see each other outside of class?”

“Yeah, let’s get coffee or something. Also, if one of us is already busy, we can just reschedule. Or, you know, we can just text each other whenever. No pressure.” you gave him a thumbs up. “Sound good to you?”

“That makes sense.” Choso types his number into your phone; the pads of his finger are thick and he’s trembling a little, so he has to redo it twice. “Um, can I sit with you? Like, right now, I mean.”

“Of course.” you nod and scoot over a little to make more room for him on the blanket. “By the way, that song I heard coming from your earbuds the other day, it sounded good; what was it called?”

Choso was wrong, assuming approaching you would be the thing to test his will power and courage the most. Now that Choso has your number (he put a little rabbit emoticon by your name, his cute chubby bunny) he has to rein himself in from messaging you every fifteen minutes and even then he knows he texts you too much. Even so, no matter how many messages Choso sends, you never seem annoyed. Weeks go by and Choso has gone from sending you brief inquiries about the class material and when the next day off is to regularly texting you good morning and goodnight, links to videos he thinks you’d find funny, songs that remind him of you, pictures of ramen from the new spot he and his brothers had gone out to eat at, even an occasional selfie that had been taken about a dozen times until Choso felt confident enough to send it.  And that wasn’t getting into the questions, unprompted and random, about your favorite color, food, time of day, your family, your birthday, your preferred sleeping position.

You can’t lie, the attention is flattering and you find your heart seize up whenever Choso is brave enough to approach you first, when he starts cracking jokes, bringing you coffee and snacks every class, and finally volunteering more and more info about himself without your prompting. You want him to share things about himself with you, to feel comfortable and at ease. It took a little time and careful coaxing, but it was well worth getting to know this fiercely strong yet oddly gentle man. Choso who seemed to operate on a completely seperate set of rules and morals than most people yet still tried so hard to please you, as if it were his life's mission to do so. You never felt so curious about someone or so determined to have them be a part of your life.

In a short amount of time, Choso has become your shadow, always scrambling to pack up his notes and pens to follow you when you leave the room, practically bounding at your heels when you say you’re going off campus for a meal or shopping. He insists on accompanying you, offering to foot the bill, carry your bags; if you so much as sniffle, Choso is urging a packet of tissues and a bottle of tea into your hands. He knows it’s a lot, but he can’t help himself and you’re so quick to return the favor, to pay for him, bring him little gifts, check up on him if he’s looking particularly tired (usually because he was up all night stalking your socials and planning your next “date”)

You say one nice thing to him and Choso wants to shower you in praise; he doesn’t care if it’s excessive. Sure, technically you’re not his girlfriend, but in Choso’s mind, you might as well be. Besides, he’s happy just making you happy. So when the day comes where you put it all out on the table and ask him to be honest about what his feelings are, Choso is surprised he even has to spell it out.

“What are we?” 

The movie has been paused and you put aside the bucket of popcorn Choso had just made fresh for you with extra butter topping along with the pack of your favorite candy as a surprise gift for movie night. You’re sitting on the edge of his bed, fiddling with the hem of the band t-shirt Choso had lent you when he accidentally spilled coffee over your pretty new blouse. You never did give it back and Choso had never asked for you to return it. This is the first time he’s ever seen you so hesitant. 

“Listen, Choso, I like being your friend, I really do. I’ve never gotten this close to anyone before. You’re very...special to me, but I haven’t been completely honest with you.” you admit quietly. “I really, really like you, as more than just a friend. I’m sorry if that makes things weird. I know when you care for someone, you go all out, so maybe I’ve been misunderstanding this whole thing. I just had to tell you. You deserve to know. You’re such a great guy, I hope you’ll consider still being my friend.”

“I love you. Be my girlfriend.” 

Choso’s tone is so blunt and matter of fact, you’re almost startled into silence. 

“Oh. You love me?” 

“Yes.” 

"Oh." you repeat, still a tad taken aback. "I guess I was worried over nothing. I figured you might have a crush on me, unless I was mistaken, but I...really didn't expect this. Choso, are you sure? When you say love, you don't mean like a friend; you mean, love in 'that' way, right?"

Choso nods, pretty much looming over you; his outward expression is stoic, but you recognize the way his hands clench at his sides and his posture stiffens as him trying to calm his own nerves.

“I do. I meant it exactly how it sounds. I always wanted more, but I didn’t,” he shifts from one foot to the next, unsure whether it would be okay to sit next to you. “You aren’t scared of me? It’s really not…too much?”

Choso’s blood runs cold as you abruptly stand; you’re leaving. It’s too much too soon. Your patience has run out. You think he’s an overbearing freak and you’re going to run away, block him, avoid him. His eyes widen as you stare at him resolutely and it takes every ounce of strength he has to not crumble at your feet and beg you not to leave, to just give him a chance to show you how happy he could make you, the lengths he's willing to go to have you love him.

"I, I'm sorry." Choso steps forward, as if to block your path. "Just hear me out, one more time, plea-"

“I think I love you too.” you say softly, reaching for him slowly and cup his face in your warm palms; Choso brings his large hands up to cover yours, like he's trying to get you to squish his face. “I want to be with you.”

“Are you serious?” Choso exhales shakily. “You really love me?” 

You nod and lean forward barely a centimeter. “You’re really just too cute; can I kiss you now? Am I moving too fast?"

The words are barely out of your mouth before Choso wraps you into an almost painfully tight bear hug, your face is squished into his chest, arms trapped to your sides as Choso mutters softly into your hair.

“Are you really mine?” Choso asks quietly, his deep voice cracking a little as he drops onto the bed, cradling you like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind any second now, caging you with his whole being. “I know I get carried away. I just want to keep you safe. If I could, I’d keep you by me all the time. Is that wrong?”

“I don’t mind.” you smile into his sweatshirt and inhale his scent deeply. “I know you’re not a bad person. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Never!” Choso looks scandalized and you can’t help giggling a little at his bulging eyes and gaped mouth. “I’ve never had a girlfriend before. I’ll try to do my best; if I ever hurt you, even by accident, you can hit me.”

“But I don’t wanna do that.” you tell him with a pouty frown. “Aways so extreme. How about we just talk and apologize or something?” you wriggle out of his strong iron band like arms enough to look him in the eyes properly. “Choso, you’re kinda squeezing too tight, can you…?”

Choso immediately loosens his hold, but he doesn’t give you any additional space. “Sorry.” he mumbles, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Can we still stay like this for a while?” 

“Oh shoot, I was going to make a joke about you taking my breath away.” you grin impishly and return the hug with your newly freed arms. “So, about that kiss? Not that we have to! I guess we’re already moving pretty fast.”

“Not fast enough.”

"Huh?"

Choso’s eyes flicker to your mouth and his tongue darts out to lick his own bottom lip briefly. “Can we?”

“What?” you have to gather your thoughts as Choso sits back; your legs are on either side of his hips now as you find yourself propped up on his lap. He’s looking at you with a familiar intensity, but you can’t help feeling a little nervous; after all, it’s the first time you’ve been this close to each other, in this kind of position.

“Wanna kiss.” Choso’s words come out faintly slurred, despite not having a drop to drink all night. The movie that had been playing on his tv is still paused, the only source of light in the room. Choso had one hand on your lower back to steady you; the other was on your hip, his thumb rubbing circles underneath the hem of your shirt. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Okay. Thank you.” you offer him a smile before leaning in again, pressing your lips to his lightly, once, twice, three times, until Choso apparently decides chaste pecks aren’t enough. He groans into your mouth, the tip of his tongue wet and broad, tentatively licking as you part your lips wider. He’s getting loud now and suddenly his hands are gripping your thighs; you gasp, but it’s muffled by Choso’s mouth fully over yours as he rocks his hips. He’s grinding into you, hands rubbing your thighs and waist, traveling up your body to your chest. He loves how your plush tummy feels, how his fingers easily sink into your thighs. Choso has the sudden urge to bite into your chubby cheek.

“Choso,” you manage to break the heated kiss only for him to switch to nipping and sucking at your neck. “Wha-what are you-?”

“Can we keep going?” Choso pants, resting his head on your chest. “Please? Can I touch you more? Please?” he’s groping your breasts, staring at them almost in awe. “I want to see them. Can I…?” Suddenly, a look of dread overtakes his needy expression and he draws his hands away back to your waist. “Is it okay? If you don’t want to, I’ll stop. I just,” he breathes in and out shakily; you can feel him, pressing in between your legs. He’s hard, moving frantically, like he's not in control of his own body, rutting against your plump ass and pussy to feel some relief, frustrated he can't feel you completely with stupid clothes getting in the way. “Sorry. I want it so bad, I’ve never done anything before, so…but I can wait, I just get so worked up and you feel so soft, I'm s-sorry-”

“It’s alright, I’m just surprised: I've never seen you like this before.” you confess as you run a hand through Choso’s hair; it’s still a bit damp. He showered before you came over for movie night; you don't think he anticipated this, but then, Choso’s been surprising you all evening. “Are you ready? I'm okay Choso; you’re making me feel good. I didn’t think you would want to go farther than kissing, but if you're up for it,” with a teasing smile, you spread your legs and rub against him. “Do you want to fuck me tonight, Choso?”

Choso can’t speak for the moment, so he nods his head rapidly, cheeks flushing, brows furrowed as he rocks his hips in time with you, nearly bucking you right off his lap from the force of it. 

“Hold on.” you slowly lift your shirt over your breasts; you hadn’t bothered wearing a bra and from the way Choso lets out a ragged curse, you think he appreciates that. “You definitely want to keep going? Here, you can play with them; it’ll feel better if you get me all wet first. Go ahead, touch me all you want.”

“Does this feel good?” Choso’s thumb lightly rubs back and forth across one of your pert nipples; he’s practically salivating as you keen and whine, back arching, your hands gripping tight onto his broad shoulders. “Can I use my tongue?” he slowly moves forward to the other side, lips parting already, eager to know how your skin will taste.

“Oh god, yes!” your voice pitches higher as Choso gently circles the tip of his tongue around your nipple before suckling it; his hand gropes at your other breasts, pinching and rolling his thumb and forefinger carefully around, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. Choso's looking up at you through his eyelashes with a hooded adoring stare. You look like a dream come true, writhing on his lap, his shirt pushed up to your neck; he’s been dreaming of this, having your tits in his face, his hands, in his mouth, imagining how they’d feel, what your skin would feel like on his tongue.

After a few minutes, Choso releases your breast from his mouth. “More.” he demands in a low, hoarse voice. “Want more. Wanna see it…wanna see your pussy now.” you move up on your knees so Choso can slip your shorts down past your thighs. His fingers trace the cloth of your panties almost teasingly but really he just wants to savor every moment of this. Choso feels how wet you are through them and gulps. He's so close. He’ll get to feel you soon, feel how hot your insides are, how hot and wet your pussy will feel on his throbbing cock. Hurriedly, Choso yanks off his own sweatpants, barely taking a second before he has you on your back, head propped up on his pillow and recently washed comforter. He hoped it would be like this someday, that you would be here for him like this, naked, legs spread, his shirt still pushed up to show off your cute tits, your shining eyes basically begging for him to split you open on his cock. He’s happy you’re his first time; if Choso has his way, you’ll be his first and only. 

“I want to fuck you while you wear my shirt.” Choso strokes himself, from his base to his pink, leaking tip, settling between your thighs. “You’re mine now, right?” he asks, grunting as the thick head of his cock prods at your soaked pussy; he’s teasing your clit, loving the way you toss your head back, the way you’re actually dripping as he bottoms out. The feeling could knock the wind right out of him if Choso wasn’t so determined to have you just as overwhelmed and needy as he was feeling right now.

“Is this okay? Does it hurt?” Choso pistons his hips, holding your thighs open as he moves inside you; you manage to shake your head before letting out a shrill wail as Choso begins grinding into you as deep as he can. He’s rambling, greedily grabbing at you, holding you open, kissing and biting all over your exposed neck and breasts. “Fu-fuck, you feel so good! So soft and warm, I can’t get enough….wanna cum deep inside. Does it feel good? Am I making you feel good, am I making this pussy feel good?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” your nails drags over his shoulders and back as you struggle not to go limp from the force of his thrusts. “Choso, want to cum, touch me, please, I can’t take it anymore!” 

“You’re gonna take it. Gonna make you cum all over my cock.” Choso mutters; he’s slowly lapping at your hard, oversensitive nipples, salivating, completely lost in the way your pussy is clenching and the sweet pain of you scratching him, the burning red lines surely visible against his pale skin but he’s happy to let you mark him up. “Like this?’ he reaches down, still holding one of your legs up slightly while his free hand rubs his fingers over your clit. “Fuck yeah. I felt that, felt your pussy gush again. Go on, go on,” Choso grinds himself into you as he rubs your swollen clit, steady and quick. 

“CHOSO!” you scream as your body spasms; the sheets underneath you are damp and your body is hot and tense. The way he's stimulating every one of your most sensitive places is driving you crazy, you can barely think, just feel and listen to Choso’s low, raspy voice egging you on. “Oh god, please! I’m gonna-” 

“Yeah, cum on my dick. Cum all over me, you look so fucking hot right now, so cute...my chubby bunny.” Choso’s lips form an oddly soft grin as he watches you come apart; he feels it, feels you cumming around him, your pussy suddenly impossibly tight as you shake and sob. “Sh, sh, you’re okay.” his touch is slower, gentle on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm. He thinks you’re so precious, twitching and whimpering as you come down from the high. “Shhh, relax. I’m going to move, okay? Can I?” 

Somehow you hear him through the haze and your rapidly beating heart and you nod. “Ye-yes, I want it. Keep fucking me.” you carress his cheek, smiling weakly. “Keep going, cum in me Choso. It's okay, I love you.” 

That’s when what little self control Choso had left snaps like a twig.

“Thank you." Choso wraps your trembling legs around his hips, anchoring you to him whole he shoves his cock as deep as he can inside you. Your mouth falls open but you can't even scream; somehow, it's like Choso’s gotten even harder. "Oh fuck thank you, I can’t believe it, can’t believe you’re letting me, thank you, thank you so much!” The headboard is knocking into the wall; all you can do is cling to Choso as he moans and babbles under his breath, rams his cock in and out of you like a man possessed. “Mine.” Choso has you wrapped in his arms again, pressing your limp ragdoll body to his. Your voice is too weak to let out more than little whispers of moans and frail, broken cries. “Fuck, you’re really mine.” Choso smiles down at you, cheeks flushed and eyes glistening with affection; he’s so close to cumming but he doesn’t want this to end. “Wanna keep you here with me all the ti-time, in my bed, gonna fuck you until you can’t go anywhere. Heh,” Choso kisses your temple with a satisfied, drunken smile as he strokes your fucked out face almost reverently. “You like that? Your pussy just got so tight. Let me, okay? Let me just take care of you from now on.” he picks up the pace again, molding you to him, kissing you as you go light headed; you may just pass out from this, but you don’t care, too busy getting swept up in Choso’s pleas and whines as he gets closer and closer to his own release, though he's the one at your mercy.

“Can I? Can I really cum in you?” he stutters, more begging than asking but either way he’s already losing himself in the sensation as his cock twitches and throbs with overstimulation. “Yes, yes, more, wanna stay like this, deep inside, gonna cum, gonna cum, shit, I’m gonna-!” Choso’s jaw clenches tight and he buries his face into your neck with a long, rough sob, rocking against you until he’s sure every last drop of his cum has been spilled deep inside your aching pussy. He has you in another deathgrip of an embrace but you melt into his arms, smiling dazedly as Choso brings your hand up and presses a loving kiss to your palm. 

“Sorry...I got carried away again, didn't I?” 

“You don’t look very sorry.” you pant, poking his tattoo lightly and let out a soft laugh. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sit up for a bit.”

The bridge of Choso’s nose crinkles and he does look a bit guilty now. “Sorry. I’ll take care of you. Hang on, I’ll get a towel.” 

“Mm, thank you.” you kiss his forehead. “You made me feel really good, I’m just super worn out. Could you bring me some water?” 

Choso nods and quickly stands up to fetch what you need; he’s still a bit dazed himself. When he comes back into the room, you’re still wearing his shirt with nothing else; he can see his cum slowly dripping down the inside of your thigh and has to stop himself from mounting you again. It’s obvious you’re tired and besides, there’ll be plenty of time for round two tomorrow morning when you’re waking up in his arms. “Hey,” Choso murmurs as you settle in under the covers with him. His finger lightly traces a particularly large love bite on the side of your neck. “Are you really mine?” “Choso, you really do worry too much.” Still, you can’t help but smile; he’s staring again, waiting raptly, looking absurdly innocent and almost childlike as he gazes at you beseechingly. “I’m all yours.” you kiss him tenderly once more before snuggling into his chest; Choso inhales sharply and has to fight back the tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He could die of happiness right now but then he wouldn’t get to have more kisses. 

“Come over for dinner tomorrow? I want to introduce you to my family.”

“I’d love to.” you sigh, content as Choso’s hand strokes up and down your back. “I can bake something.”

“Would it be too soon to say you’ll be their sister-in-law?”

“Hm, let’s hold off on that for a while.”

“Okay, I can wait.” Choso smiles, kissing your head gently. “Do you want to have kids?”

“Choso.”

“Sorry, right.” 

“It’s alright.” you murmur sleepily. “Talk later, sleep now.”

“Okay….can we do it again when you wake up?”

“Yes.”

[habken]

/busts down your door WHAT ALL HAVE I MISSED IN BNHA?????? I just saw your comic and I’m so confused

okay so bakugou got got right we all know that, shigaraki fucked up his arm, bakugou said “oh I know what I gotta do” and did a good attack on shiggy but his heart exploded </3 and he died but edgshot said “nuh uh” and used his body to stitch it back up and then deku was late to the party and didnt even have time to be bummed out about bakugou’s corpse cause he has to fight shigaraki and then somewhere else afo does stuff blah blah blah and snatches hawks quirk (rip) and then takes off to join shigafo in that fight but all might says “not on my watch” and intercepts him and they duke it out and all this time afo is getting younger cause he used something made from eris quirk so he could keep duking it out with endeavour and that gang so he’s like a teen fighting poor old man all might who used all his savings to by himself a mech suit but it’s not going so hot for him and stain shows up to take on afo with all might but afo still wins and is about to finish off all might when bakugou starts up his own heart with his explosive sweat and makes really fruity eye contact with deku and with the power of friendship deku pauses his fight with shigafo to launch bakugou towards afo and bakugou saved all might and goes “dawg who’s this kid I’m about to beat the shit out of” and all might says “that’s afo” and bakugou goes to beat the shit out of toddler afo and succeeds because afo finally benjamin buttons out of existence but the whole balugou’s arm looks like seconds away from falling off, then after a long day of fighting bakugou takes a well deserved nap and we go back to deku v shigafo and it’s not going well for deku he’s trying to break through to tenko but he’s not getting anywear and then shigaraki steals danger sense and it gets even worse but second user goes “wait ! What if we attack him with psychic damage, give shigaraki ofa and we’ll beat the shit out of his mind so you can do your thing” amd deku is very sad but agrees and then after he goes punches all of the ofa vestiges into shigaraki they end up in his mind palace and little deku holds little tenko hand even though it’s disintegrating his own and this is where we think “wow he truly won with the power of friendship” but no !! He did not ! The afo vestige that loves in shigaraki’s mind comes out and evil laughs and says “you idiot I’ve been behind all the awful missrable things that happened your whole life ! I convinced your dad to have you, I took your og quirk away and gave you half of an ability that should have let you destroy and recreate but only gave you the destructive part because I am evil and you are too because I made you that way” and shigaraki goes :0 ?!1?;& and dissolves because afo cast vicious mockery and got a nat20 dealing double damage. We then exit shigaraki’s mind and deku has no arms !! But behind him avengers endgame style, heroes amass and aizawa steps out of the portal and goes “damn sorry midoriya if only I’d come like a minute earlier now you’re armless </3” but ! He tosses deku eri’s horn because eri havked it off herself to give to deku to save him and deku’s arms start growing back :D at the same time, afo has fully taken over shigaraki’s body and i like “haha tomura is no more it’s just me now” but he’s super bummed out because his vestige brother is gone as well and he’s like “damn what even is the reason for doing anything anymore :// I guess I’ll still kick ur ass or whatever but I’m kinda apathetic about taking over the world now” but while deku gave away ofa he still has some of the embers and with the power of froendship once more, he dodges afo’s attacks and punches him super duper hard, and we see shigaraki again :D and yoichi :00 and yoichi says sone shit to afo and shigaraki turns to deku like “this was truly our hero academia :) tell spinner I love him” and deku says “sure dawg” and they fist bump and stuff

tldr: deku gave up ofa to save shigaraki and bakugou’s arm is super super messed up which is very fun

[luvwestwood]

"Working Overtime" - Toji Fushiguro

4,469 words.

warnings. nsfw (18+), toji is your boss, escort reader, thigh riding, p in v, spitting, toji rails you on a balcony, exhibitionism?, toji fucks you on a pile of money, mention of size difference, hair pulling, eye contact, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, praising, light aftercare

notes. corporate girlie by day, escorting by night. out of all people, who knew your own boss had to be tonights client? (ok but wealthy toji is such a refreshing experience from broke homeless smelly ass toji.)

art used is by @/yunonoai

Being able to say you work under Mr. Fushiguro meant that you were gifted of some kind. Just having the privilege to do so puts you on top of others in society.

Toji Fushiguro himself possessed a different category of wealth. Any high-rise building you walk into in the whole of New York, you could be 99.9% sure that he owns it.

Five star hotels, bars of any kind, and award-winning Michelin restaurants. Oh, you name it. This was his world and we were just living in it.

On the other hand, the Fushiguro company's pay was decent. Working conditions were way above standard. It was a luxury to work in his office, but knowing you, it just wasn't enough.

You needed more than that. Which is why you took up escorting, suggested by your best-friend one night while the two of you were intoxicated by liquor. She told you that you had the looks, the bod, and a personality anyone would die for. And lastly, you were captivating - you could have anything your way.

At first you took it as a joke. Thinking she was just being a lick ass. But surprisingly you had tried it out not long after the idea was proposed, and you ended up making almost double your annual net salary in just four months. This night job was a secret that only you and your best-friend knows about.

Of course, you worked on the weekends. Choosing to work Monday to Thursday would’ve been self sabotage.

You had more than enough money to buy whatever you want, send your mom on holiday, and you were always on top of rent. Your corporate job was just something to get through the day with rather than rotting at home.

During shifts, you and the other escorts would hang around in the night club changing rooms. Most of the girls were also strippers in the same club, but that wasn’t really your thing. So you just stayed with escorting. Your manager would just assign each of you clients, unless someone has personally booked you in.

Speaking of which, a voice came from the door frame. “Star, you have a client tonight. 9PM.” Star wasn’t your real name, it was just a fake one that you used while you escorted. It was safer, and most of the other girls did the same.

You look at Geto, your boss, in the reflection of the vanity mirror. Busy polishing up your eyeliner, you try your best not to poke yourself in the eye. “Name? And did he obey my no-home rule?”

As an escort, you did have some rules for your own service. You figured you’ve been doing this for quite a reasonable amount of time, so you made a personal rule where you’d refuse to go to a clients house. For safety reasons.

“Goes by the name.. uh… Eznin? And he did indeed. Seems like he booked in for the Ritz Carlton on 25 West. Think he’s a first time client too.” He reads the details off his tablet.

Of course, it just had to be one of Fushiguros hotels. You literally couldn’t escape that man.

The other girls in the room purred, “Aren’t you lucky.. Seems like he has money, don’t ya think?” Meimei takes a puff of her cigarette, looking at you in the mirror aswell for a response. “Maybe check for an expensive watch? I’d take it if I were you.”

“Not funny, Meimei.” She was known for stealing from her clients, you never knew how she got away with it. It even got so bad to the point that she sp¡ked a client, taking his wallet afterwards.

Getting up from the chair, you made your way behind the dressing divider, shimmying your robe off to slide on a dark blue lingerie set. Over it, you wore a simple black dress. I mean, you could never go wrong with a little black dress.

Throwing on some matching strappy heels, you stuffed your purse with some condoms and lube. And a plan B, of course.

“Your rides sorted,” Geto stood back from the door frame. “I’ll text you any further details.”

“Copy,” after spritzing on some perfume, you made your way out of the club.

An all-black SUV was waiting for you outside the entrance. Your favourite driver, Todo was standing beside the car door, smiling as you approached him.

“Hi, Todo.” You smiled as he held the door open.

“You look wonderful miss.” Todo smiles back before closing the door, walking around to the drivers side.

The car drives on, and as you were securing a secret mic in your purse, (for safety reasons but the client never knows) Todo speaks.

“Ah- Miss, not sure if I should disclose this information but your client tonight is.. very wealthy.” His leather covered hands clutch onto the wheel. “I’d be more demanding if I were you, make the most of it.”

Breaking out into a laugh, you stop fiddling with your bag, to look at him in the rear view mirror. “..Is that so?”

“Yeah… thought I might let you know.” He grins, bringing the car to a stop. Todo quickly scurries out of the vehicle before you could, opening the door for you.

“Thanks for the ride, Todo.” You slipped a $20 bill in his hand. “I’ll text you when I’m finished.”

He nods, getting back into the car as you made your way inside of the hotel.

Checking your phone for updates, Geto sent you a text with all the details around five minutes ago.

Eznin Caln 30 years old, Net worth- $307,473,297 Floor number 43, he’ll let you in.

You walked over to the elevators, luckily one was already open. Taking a look at the buttons panel, you looked for a 43. Noticing it was the last highest button, you raised an eyebrow before pressing it.

Clutching onto the straps of your purse, the doors closed. You could only look at yourself in the metal reflection, taking a few deep breaths. Of course, you made sure to send a text back to Geto to let him know you were at the hotel.

Although you were decently experienced in this job, you’d still get nervous each time you were about to meet your clients.

Setting down the fly aways in your hair, the elevator came to a halt.

*Ding!*

The metal doors opened before your eyes. Hesitant, you walked inside, the bottom of your heels tapping against the wooden floors.

“..Hello?” You peeked inside the other rooms in the penthouse, one being a mini office that seemed like someone was just there, the other being a bedroom with big windows and a balcony, overlooking the city.

A deep voice spoke behind you. “Can I help you?”

You gasp, clutching onto your chest as you turned around. “I’m so sorr- Mr. Fushiguro?!”

Your eyes widened, and his mouth wide open. He was only in a towel wrapped around his waist, his dark hair wet from a fresh shower. You couldn’t help but ogle the drops of water that decorated his muscular body.

“…Are you.. the escort?”

Unable to form words, you swallowed your spit before speaking. “I.. I am.” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down at the ground.

“Alright, make yourself comfortable.” He eyed you up and down, a mini towel in his hand to dry his hair. “Sorry you have to see me like this, excuse me while I put some clothes on.”

Is he not going to question anything?..

Your breath hitched, God, did he know I was eyeing him? “Okay..”

He turned around to go back to the bathroom, but looked over his shoulder as he was doing so. “Just call me Toji, we’re outside of work.”

You watched as Toji continued to walk away, “Well.. I’m basically working, aren’t I.” you muttered under your breath, making sure he doesn’t hear.

Looking around, you remembered that he owned this hotel. I should’ve known when I was going to the 43rd floor, he doesn’t let anyone in here.

You walked over to his bedroom, it was bigger than your own apartment. The sheets were neatly made, and a bottle of Malbec sat on a table near the window.

Placing your purse on small sofa, you removed your jacket, neatly folding it over the arm rest aswell.

You made your way to his closet, in search for a white robe. There was a robe on the hanger beside his freshly dry cleaned suits. You took it out, tracing your fingers over “The Ritz-Carlton” that was embroidered onto the front in cursive.

Sliding your dress off, you covered yourself in the robe, only the dark blue lingerie set underneath. Afterwards you tied a knot around your waist with the belt. Kicking off your heels, you placed them inside the closet, along with your dress that was neatly folded.

Although you were an escort, you made sure to clean up after yourself. You hated leaving a mess around, so you respected your clients by making sure to leave the place clean.

You could hear Toji walk into the bedroom. Closing the doors of the closet, you turned to him, and he was already busy getting the wine bottle open with a corkscrew.

Taking a seat on the armchair in front of him, causing you to be at crotch level with Toji. You watched as his arms flex each time he handled the bottle.

You noticed Toji was in a more relaxed outfit. He wore a dark grey cotton longsleeve that sculpted over his muscles like paint, with bottoms in a matching colour and fabric.

“Toji,” you called out his name.

The pouring of the wine stopped, his fingers gently pushing the glass towards you. “Hmm?”

Taking the glass by the stem, you twisted it between your fingers. “Do you regularly hire escorts?”

Toji walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting down. He sighed, looking at the city view in front of him. “No,” taking a sip, he continued. “This is my first time, actually.”

You did the same, but taking a tinier sip. You didn’t want to be tipsy while carrying out your service. It was too dangerous. “..Oh.”

Looking back at Toji, he was busy staring at the red liquid swirling around in the glass. “I dont even really know how they work.”

As you were about to take another sip, you paused. Your eyes looked at him over the rim of the glass, before placing it back down on the table.

“You can just do whatever you want with me, really.” You crossed your legs, exposing the bare skin on your thigh to him.

"I see," he nods, slightly leaning back onto the bed, using his hands for support.

"So, you made up your mind yet?" you got up from the arm chair, making your way to Toji who was on the bed. "What you wanna do?" You stood yourself between his legs, as he tried his best to hold himself back from pulling on the knot that was holding your entire robe together.

Toji's hands rested on your hips on top the robe, dangerously close to your ass. He made sure to bring you closer to him, almost pressing your chest to his face at this point. "I don't know," His free hand tugged on the knot of the belt, slowly unraveling it until the robe slid off your body. "Maybe you, if that's an option."

He could feel his cock strain against his pants as he took in the sight of you in nothing but lingerie, it felt like he was opening a present on his birthday. Blue was his favorite color.

You choked on your words at his response, he sure did have a way with his words. "I don't usually allow that, but maybe I'll let it slide tonight."

Toji caressed your wet lip with his thumb, gradually sliding it inside of your mouth as you sucked on it gently. He stops and moves you to the side by the waist, getting up from the bed.

Confused, you stay standing in front of the bed, watching Toji as he grabs something from the drawer. He eventually makes his way back onto the bed, but this time, leaning his head back against the head-board.

Toji takes out his wallet, pulling a $20 bill out and placing it on the nightstand beside him. "..Crawl over to me."

Your lashes flutter as you watched him place the bill on the night stand, you could only obey what he asked you to do. 'I'm just doing my job.. this doesn't mean anything. He will forget about this.' You constantly chanted this in your thoughts, completely disregarding the fact that he was your boss.

You crawled onto the bed, and slowly to him. Toji's eyes watched you closely making sure to tell you, "Stop," as you were just about to crawl onto his lap.

He takes out another $20 bill from his wallet, this time, two. Toji gently raised his knee, just enough for it to rub against your warm cunt that was covered by the lace panties. "Ride my leg, until I tell you to stop."

Aroused, which you are not meant to be, you couldn't help but sink yourself down onto his leg. Part of you wanted this, but you did at good job at not showing it.

You slowly started to move your hips back and forth on his lower thigh, placing both of your hands down in front of you for support. Toji's hardened cock begging to come out as he watched you closely.

If you were to lift up his top, you’d be able to see his leaking top peeking out of his waistband. The straps of your bra slowly fell down off your shoulders. Toji could almost groan at this lewd sight in front of him.

"Good girl," He did his best to hold himself back from holding onto your hips, "Keep going."

A spot on the fabric of his pants turned into a darker grey than before, your slick making its way through your panties. Nothing can be done.

Breathy moans started to crawl out of your throat, Toji noticing as you started to grind on his leg harder and slightly faster. "Stop."

You whimpered quietly as Toji retracted his leg from underneath you, observing the newly made wet spot on his pants. "Look at this mess you made all over me.."

Speechless, and breathless, you fell back onto your heels in front of Toji, he took another bill out, but this time $50.

"..I want that bra off." He slaps the bill onto the growing pile on the nightstand, followed by another 50. But he doesn't take his eyes off you. "And the panties. They're kinda annoying me now."

Doing exactly as he said, Toji's hand rested on his crotch, aching to palm himself through his pants. You slowly, but teasingly unclasped your bra, Toji clearing his throat by the time your tits were finally on display to him.

Followed by your soaked underwear, which at this point was no use. They managed to fly across the bedroom, hanging off a small statue that was on top of a console table.

He just wanted to wrap his mouth around each of them, or even motorboat your titties.

Toji propped himself up in a less relaxed position. "Lie down on your back, legs spread."

Your last sight was him before you fell back on to the bed, your head nearly hanging off the edge. Toji noticed your nipples hardened as soon as your skin made contact with the cold satin sheets. You felt the weight of the bed shift around, as Toji grabbed both of your legs by the thighs, positioning his head between them.

Squirming about, Toji peppered kisses on your inner thighs, his large hand wrapped around one of them. Wasting no time, he went straight to sucking and softly biting on your folds, using his tongue to lap at your bud until it was swollen. Moaning into your pussy, he softly massaged the flesh of your thigh, the vibrations from his grunts adding more to your stimulation.

Busy sucking away, wet noises from his tongue and the slick of your dripping pussy echoing throughout the bedroom. His hand reached behind him, then slowly went back over his shoulder. It was a $100 bill, tucked between his index and middle finger.

You were too busy hanging your head off the edge of the bed in pleasure, grabbing the sheets beside you and wrinkling them as Toji devoured you like he hasn't eaten for weeks.

The paper bill fell onto your stomach, tickling you slightly. You could feel Toji spit onto your pussy, the saliva trickling down almost into your hole before he slurped it back up, sticking his fingers in there instead. You felt them slide into you with ease, Toji swirling his warm tongue around on your clit.

"O-oh God.. To..ji." You managed to choke out a moan, your manicured hands clawing at his hair and eventually messing it up.

Letting go of your thigh, he used his now free hand to fondle with your breasts eagerly, twisting your nipples between his fingertips before giving them a slap.

One last lick on your clit, Toji removed his head between your legs, this time his whole body kneeling between them. You sneakily push up against him, his bulge through his pants grazing against your bare cunt.

Using your strength to lift your head from the edge of the bed, you watched as he took off his shirt, letting it fall onto the floor. Its neckline was soaked from eating you out earlier, but we don't talk about that.

Panting, his hands frantically rummage through his wallet. You noticed it was still bulky, as if the previous cash he pulled out didn't make any difference to the amount he had now.

Toji pulled out $1000 all in 20 bills, your eyes widening, wondering if he was serious.

"Please.. let me fuck you." Toji also sat back on his heels, $1000 in his hands as you were underneath him, fully naked. He just wanted to indulge himself in you, and if he could, he'd make this night last forever.

You slowly nodded, honestly begging to having his cock inside of you too. Before you knew it, your vision was filled with the $1000 raining down onto your body, and by your sides on the bed. He quickly pulled his bottoms down to his knees, before realising they were too annoying. He proceeds to fully kick them off.

Toji glances around the room for a condom, before you stopped him. "..Is it okay if we don't use one? ..I want to feel every inch of you."

You read his mind. "Anything you want, gorgeous."

His large hands shuffled through the pile of cash that was over your body, making sure that he could still see your tits and your beautiful face.

One hand grabbed onto your waist, and the other was used to align the tip of his cock with your hole. As soon as he slightly pushed the tip in, both of his hands were on your waist now.

Toji carefully slid in, making sure you take every inch of him. He closes his eyes in pleasure as he feels your plush walls clench around him, Tojis grip on your waist intensifying.

And, god was he big. In both cock, and Toji in general, he could destroy you if he decided to use full stength tonight.

"Y-you're too.. big," Toji not even halfway, you cry out, only wrinkling the sheets more to the point they weren't tucked into the frame hotel-style anymore.

You could feel both of his thumbs caress the soft skin of your sides as he cooed, "I know baby, I know," Toji let out a grunt as he tried to move in and out of you.

The difference of size between you and Toji made you throb, at this point he could just use his hands to fuck you on his cock back and forth like a doll in his grasp.

Toji starts to pant as he picked up the pace of his ruts, your tits bouncing, only adding to the pornographic sight in front of him.

Covering your face with your hands, you moan into them, the feeling of being full with Tojis cock was driving you mad. You could feel one hand let go of your waist, bringing it to your wrist to pull it away from covering your face.

The rustling of the cash beneath you and the sound of skin slapping echoed out into the living room from the bedroom. "Look at me when I fuck you," Toji says sternly, causing you to whimper in agitation as you did your best to keep your eyes on his.

"To..Toji.." You moan out, choking on your words as your hand grabbed onto his that was wrapped around on your waist.

"Come on doll, say my name." Turning feral, Toji pounds into you like a fleshlight. Voice shaking as you try to moan out his name, and by tomorrow you wouldn't be surprised if you lost your voice.

He comes to a halt, completely. Toji slides his cock out of you, a creamy white ring formed at the base. You whine before he hushes you. "Y'know what," He picks you up, cradling you in his arms.

You switch positions, instead you lock your legs around his waist, as the two of you made your way to the balcony door of the bedroom. Is he..

*click!*

Toji slid the glass door open, the two of you stepping out into the balcony. It wasn't cold, and you could see the still busy city carrying on with life underneath the hotel.

Suddenly, Toji peeled your legs off his waist, making you face the railing, and the city in front of you. You gasp as he roughly positioned your body, placing one leg up onto the rail, your two hands clutching onto the cold metal.

He slides into you again, but this time not allowing you to adjust. Toji immediately goes in with brutal force, your ass ripping against his pelvis as he drilled into you. On the balcony. For anyone to watch.

Toji spits again, his saliva falling onto your asshole and soon enough drips onto his cock that was continuously pounding in and out of you.

Your moans broke out into a giggle due to the ticklish feeling, Toji couldn’t help but smile at your reaction.

Both hands on your waist, Toji groans in pleasure and praises you non-stop for taking him like a good girl. His hand wrapped around your lower stomach as he felt you give in, your legs unable to support yourself. "You're doing so good for me," he whispers in to your ear, only to leave a trail of wet kisses down your back afterwards,

You moan continuously, for sure, everyone below could hear. Your hand made its way to Toji's nape, bringing him closer to you as he repeatedly fucked into your sweet spot.

"I’d do anything to be able to see a view like this one for the rest of my life," his left hand made its way down to your clit, lazily rubbing circles.

This just did it for you, lowly moaning, you let go of Tojis neck. Leaning forward, you rest your chin on the metal rail ontop of your same hands that were grabbing onto it. But a certain someone didn't let you do that.

Toji immediately grabbed you by your hair, pulling you back against his chest, taking your leg off the rail. You felt him interlock his hands around your inner elbow, suddenly fucking into you upwards as you grab onto his bicep for support.

"G-o-d Toji, please just f-u-ck your c-um into me." The enunciation of your words came out in bits, as Toji drilled up into you at a brutal pace.

He grinned against your necks skin, leaning further to plant kisses on your jaw."You want me to fill you with my cum, huh?"

You frantically nod, but that wasn't enough of an answer for a man like Toji.

"Oh baby, use your words." He purred into your ear, holding his orgasm to make sure you get it when you deserve it.

"I need it- I need it so ba-ad." You whimpered out, squeezing onto his bicep. "Please, Toji."

He whined, balls tightening as he heard you beg for him. You already drove him crazy, and that only drove him crazier. With one deep thrust, his movements come to a halt, allowing his warm, thick seed to fill you up completely.

Toji placed more kisses onto your back and your neck, making sure to never lose grip of you in case you go all jelly. Followed by him, slowly pulling his cock out of you, his load dripping out of your hole and onto the balcony flooring.

He stuck two of his fingers back into you, slowly fucking the load inside of you to make sure it stays inside. With his cum covered fingers, he slid the two of them past your lips and into your mouth. You sucked on them, humming as it covered your taste buds, and eventually swallowing.

Toji slapped your ass, and you yelped, giving him a glare. He chuckled before picking you back up bridal style, carrying you back inside the penthouse.

He gently and carefully placed you on the bed, quickly cleaning a bit of the mess you two made around the room.

"How about I go run us a nice bath, hmm?"

Fiddling with your thumbs, you watched as Toji neatly fold the pile of money together alongside the one on the night stand. Of course, it’s still yours. "That sounds good," You smiled as he walked over to give you a peck on the forehead.

The dripping of water from the bath tap rang throughout the room, Toji leaning back against you as the two of you were in the tub. You squeezed a sponge over his abs, the hot water dripping down his skin as he closed his eyes.

"..Toji," you called out his name, and he hums back in response.

You gently rubbed the sponge up and down his arm, "Would you say this counts as me working overtime for you?"

He smiles, opening his eyes to look up at you. "I'll add another $500 bonus and a shopping spree if you ride me in this tub."

You scoff, letting go of the sponge as you sulk against the marble of the tub. "I'm literally stuffed with your cum. I think you had enough, thank you very much."

Toji only laughs, "Aren't you forgetting you got an asshole and that throat of yours? We can easily squeeze in three more rounds."

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[naughtyneganjdm]

Sharing Father and Son

Summary: After a physical hunt, you finally invite John Winchester into your bed, but you get more than you asked for when Dean comes back and gets involved.

Characters: John Winchester, Dean Winchester & reader (OC, second person)

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59479396

Warnings: 18+, Swearing, Smut, female reader, threesome, double penetration, unprotected p in v, ass play, age gap, no use of Y/N, etc.

Notes: This is day 2 to go with this kinktober list. The prompt I used was double penetration. When I started this fic, Dean and John were winning the pool so that's why I chose this duo. Credit for the gifs @jdmorganz & @spacedean

In the darkness you laid waiting. A strange smell was coming from the heater that was barely blowing out any hot air, leaving you cuddling the comforter closer to your body. Today you had done something bold. Something you never thought you would have the strength to do. After going on a hunt with John that was very physical, you decided that you wanted to give yourself to him. So when John went to take a shower in the room that was connected to yours, you wrote him a note and left it on the table for him to find when he got back. You made sure to put the corner of the note under the bottle of whiskey so he would certainly see it. John always drank himself to sleep every night so you knew he wouldn’t miss it.

Lately, you had been spending a lot of alone time with John. Especially with Dean trying to prove himself to his father and him going off on his own for hunts. Sam was away at college and truthfully? You looked forward to it just being the two of you.

You were a fellow hunter that teamed up with John and Dean after a group of vampires killed your family. The boys had empathy for you being alone, so they taught you everything they knew and trained you. You were Dean’s age, but there was something about John that drew you to him. When Dean was around, you tried to hide your feelings for John. You didn’t want to make it weird since you were the same age as Dean. When you’d flirt with John, a lot of the time he’d flirt back. On the nights he had a few drinks in him, that’s when John’s confidence seemed to come out more. Maybe it was just because he was more relaxed, but the things he would say to you when the two of you were flirting would warm you to the core. Many nights you wished he would take you, but it often led to John falling asleep with a bottle of alcohol in his hand.

Tonight, you just wanted more. So you finally made it known.

After you left that note for John, you went back to your room leaving the connecting door between the two rooms unlocked. You stripped out of your clothes, turned the lights off and laid at the center of the bed.

Your note was very direct.

I want you. I’ll leave the door unlocked. I’ll be naked underneath the blankets.

It felt like things were taking too long. And that left you having second thoughts. Maybe John didn’t have those kind of feelings toward you. Maybe he would just flirt back with you not to make you feel bad about yourself. The longer you waited, the more you wondered if you should have just put your clothes back on and went to explain yourself to John.

Right as you went to pull the blankets back, the sound of the door pushing open was heard. Your blood rushed through your veins with excitement. Nothing was said. It was so dark in the room with the heavy curtains covering the windows that you couldn’t see him. You just heard him. That was something you were starting to regret.

The sound of something dropping to the floor was heard causing you to let out a nervous breath. There was a dip at the bottom of the bed and you felt the blankets being pulled up at the bottom. A cool rush of air surrounded you, but it was soon replaced by the warmth of a body crawling up the bed from the bottom.

Rough fingertips dragged across your ankle toward the inside of your leg. Immediately it drew chills through your body. With him coming in here? That meant he wanted you too. Tipping your head back into the pillows, you felt the warmth of breath hovering over you. A faint brush of lips was felt at your knee. The short stubble scratched at your flesh and you liked the way that it felt.

You wanted to speak, but he seemed determined on something else. Each kiss grew stronger as it led up over the inside of your thigh. There was a wetness that was left over your skin and you licked your lips. More than anything you wished you could watch him, but the idea that you couldn’t see seemed to enhance the sensation of his kisses over your flesh. So maybe this was a good thing.

Gasping, you felt arms hooking under your thighs to pull you down toward the center of the bed closer to him. The force his hands had on your flesh was strong and you were surprised how eager he seemed for this. Licking your lips, you lifted your head with the warmth of his breath lingering over your most personal parts. His right arm released one of your legs, pushing at your thigh to separate your legs enough for him to be able to bury his head between your thighs.

A few stray kisses were pressing further up the inside of your thigh until he found your core. Kiss after gentle kiss covered your folds with him taking his time. By the time his tongue dragged a strip out over the length of your sex, he had you trembling with anticipation. Focusing on the buildup was not something that you pictured John doing, but he was. When his tongue met your clit, it circled your sensitive bundle of nerves with soft circles at first. Growing in strength with each circle of his tongue led to him slurping at the small nub.

Moaning out, your hips lifted toward him wanting to feel more of that, but his left arm was still hooked around your other thigh keeping you locked in place. Stretching your arms up, you balled the material of the blanket in your fingers squeezing tightly. Each stroke of his tongue grew stronger focusing for a while on your clit until he turned his attention onto your folds sucking at them and giving them a small nibble.

Your breathing grew broken, your eyes slamming shut with him drawing a long line down from your clitoris to your entrance. Teasing at the tight hole had you whimpering out, your fingers squeezing even harder at the blankets. Prodding at your entrance with his tongue, he slurped and sucked before dragging the length of his tongue back up toward your clitoris to do the same dance with his tongue.

That’s where he focused for a while, his mouth working hard at the bundle of nerves. Switching from his mouth to his fingers to circle it with a bit of pressure. He was working to get you to an orgasm first and you appreciated it. You were enjoying what he was doing very much and you were letting him know with the sounds he was drawing out from you.

Crying out, your hips were rocking into his movements with your thighs twitching. You were right on the edge of your orgasm and he could tell by the way you were breathing. The strength of his tongue grew with him burying his head further between your thighs. It didn’t take long before you were shuddering beneath him, your thighs tremoring from what he had done to you.

Releasing the blanket, you licked your lips and tried to catch your breath. Fuck. That was good. Soon he was kissing up the lengths of your body. Over your abdomen, between your breasts and then over the side of your neck. Bracing his weight over your body, you felt the warmth of his breath lingering over your lips and you leaned up toward him wanting him to kiss you.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” the familiar voice breathed against your lips causing your body to immediately tense up. You knew that voice, but the only problem? That wasn’t John Winchester.

“Dean?” you blurt out his name hearing the confused breath that followed.

“Yeah?” Dean’s raspy voice replied back. Involuntarily, without thinking, you immediately pushed into the center of his chest shoving him back. Scrambling for the light, you flicked it on and when you met the green-eyed stare of John’s son you let out a small scream. It had Dean jumping up from the bed, standing beside it. He was shirtless only wearing his jeans that were hanging low at his hips. The room was spinning around you as you buried your face in your hands. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s going on?” the door swung open with John soaked standing in the doorway clinging tightly to the worn-down white towel that he had grabbed from the bathroom. Coming to a quick halt, John’s eyes fell upon your bare breasts that were revealed with the blanket hanging at your waist and color flooded into his face. “Oh, wow…”

Tugging the blanket up, you covered yourself wishing that the world would just open up and swallow you whole. Lifting your stare, you saw that John was looking to Dean expecting some kind of answer. Dean threw his hands up in the air, his jaw flexing in panic. Having a nearly naked John soaking wet, only holding the towel that he had grabbed together with his hand and a shirtless Dean in your room made you feel lightheaded.

“Does someone want to tell me what’s going on, or…?” John finally spoke up, reaching up to brush his fingers through his wet hair to slick it back.

“I got the note you left for me,” Dean explained pulling the note you left for John out of his back pocket. Holding it up, it had John’s eyes narrowing trying to read what it said. “I don’t understand, why did you just scream?”

“Damn it,” you scoffed under your breath hating that you were being put in this position. “I didn’t leave that note for you, I left it for him.”

Pointing to John had Dean’s face going completely pale, his eyes growing wide as he looked to John, “Him? My dad?”

“I didn’t even know you were going to be back today Dean,” you claimed with guilt eating away at you over what just happened. John stepped forward to snatch the note from Dean’s fingers to read it. A raspy laugh fell from John’s lips that he tried to hide by biting down on his bottom lip. “This isn’t funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” John confessed with a wrinkle of his nose looking between the two of you. “Come on, I thought it could be something bad. Demons. Vampires. Something else. This? This is at least a little amusing.”  

“It’s not,” Dean snapped, his chest rising and falling heavily. By his reaction, he was offended that the note you left was for his father and not him. “I thought dad told you that I was coming back tonight and you missed me.”

“I mean, I missed you, but…” your eyes lingered back to John, your stare dropping down to the top of his towel making your mouth go dry. “It was meant for him.”

“You…you want to be with my dad?” Dean blurt out, his face scrunching up in disgust looking between you and John. You were embarrassed, but at the same time your body was still euphoric off the orgasm that Dean had got you to before everything fell to shit. “But, you’re my age.”

“I know,” you whispered noticing that John was really quiet in the moment. His hazel eyes were shifting as if he was contemplating things. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought you were attracted to me. We kissed several times,” Dean reminded you of your past together with the years that you spent alone. “I’ve been crushing on you this whole time and I thought you were playing hard to get. I thought the time away from me…”

“This doesn’t have to be a bad thing,” John interrupted Dean, holding his finger up to silence his son. “We can actually make a very good thing happen from this.”

“How?” Dean panted, his hands resting at his hips while he tried to catch his breath. “I just found out the woman that I’m jonesing for wants to fuck my dad. I can’t imagine how weird that is for you since she’s my age.”

“Well…” John paused to think about what to say next, his eyes fixating on you again. “I wouldn’t have turned her down if I found the note first Dean.”

“Come again?” Dean threw his head about dramatically with John sucking at his bottom lip. “The two of you…you want to…?”

“I do,” John admitted with a grunt, carefully closing the door behind him. Switching on the main light, John cleared his throat and waved his hand about in the air. “So you want me?”

You nodded.

“What about mom?” Dean stammered to find words, his eyebrows furrowed with John muttering something under his breath.

“Your mom is dead, Dean. I will love her until the day I die and I will do everything to avenge her, but…” John let his words linger, his head tipping from side to side. “I am a man…and she’s a beautiful woman. We all have needs.”

It went silent in the room. Dean didn’t know how to handle that. But you were thankful John was fighting for this.

“How about a two for one deal?” John reasoned having Dean let out an overwhelmed exhale. “You obviously have some kind of attraction for Dean. Would you be against having both of us?”

“Dad?” Dean tried to get his father’s attention with John holding his hand up to silence Dean.

“I mean…” you started, taking a look between both of them. Dean was breathing heavily, undoubtedly worked up and confused. After what Dean had just done to you, he proved that he was ultimately talented with his mouth. That was the honest to god truth. “I wouldn’t say no. It’s Dean that I would worry about.”

“You like the girl, right?” John commented, stepping further into the room, shrugging his broad shoulders. “This way you get to be with her. We both do.”

“Yeah, but you’re my dad,” Dean stressed, his eyes narrowing and he dramatically bobbed his head about. “That’s…that’s kind of weird.”

“It’s bonding,” John came up with the first thing he could think of and it made you smile. John was trying to come up with an idea to make this work for everyone and honestly? You didn’t hate it. “It’s a father and a son sharing…”

Swallowing down hard, John moved over to the side of the bed lowering down on it. Extending his hand out, he grabbed the blankets and pulled it down over your body letting the blanket rest at your hips. Your naked upper half was on display and you were okay with it.

Stretching out his long fingers, John palmed in over your abdomen. Dragging it up over your breast, he cupped it firmly in his large hand and it had Dean’s cheeks flushing over with color, “If you want to leave, you’re welcome to, but I think you’d be missing out.”

Giving his son a final glance, John turned toward you, using his free hand to curl his finger in underneath your chin to get you to raise your head up. Claiming your lips in a forceful kiss took your breath away. Your eyes came to a slow close with the way he took you in that moment. You had always wanted to kiss John, but never had the guts to do it. Now with his lips caressing over yours, you were eagerly kissing him back enjoying the taste of him. Surprised, you felt his tongue forcing its way into your mouth to brush against yours and you lifted your hand to hook your fingers into his wet hair.

“Good girl,” John growled when his lips pulled away from yours, capturing your jaw between his thumb and index fingers. Stealing a quick look back at Dean, John knew that by the expression over his son’s face he was lost in contemplation. “If this weirds you out too much, you’re welcome to leave.”

In that moment, John’s hand lowered with his thumb circling over your nipple causing it to grow into a hard bud. He was so nonchalant about the way he was doing things. It had Dean’s eyes following the movement with his lips parting.

After taking a minute to consider, Dean’s hands rested at his hips and he nodded, “You would want both of us? And you’re okay with that?”

“I am,” you admitted right as John lowered down again to start covering the side of your neck with wet kisses. His left hand wrapped around your throat in a possessive grasp eliciting a hiss from you, but you liked the way that it felt.

With a nod, Dean moved across the room and sat at the other side of you opposite of John. Matching his father’s motions, Dean’s lips pressed in over your jawline pampering your flesh with wet kisses. The grasp John’s hand had on your throat grew stronger having you suck in a sharp breath. A moment later, he was standing up from the bed and Dean stole a quick kiss from your lips. The taste of you still lingered over his lips making you hum.

“Alright sweetheart,” John breathed out, curling his finger in underneath your chin to get you to turn your head toward him. Releasing the grasp he had on the towel had it fall to his feet in a thud allowing his body to be exposed to you. With John still being wet from his shower, the dark curls of hair over his body enhanced the lines of every inch of him. John’s girthy uncut cock was semi-erect and it was big. He also had a nice set of testicles on him too. It took your breath away seeing it. By the look on John’s face you knew he was waiting for you to pleasure him. You could tell by the expecting look in his hazel eyes. Grabbing a hold of the base, John wiggled it a bit bringing your attention to it. “Go ahead.”  

With a smirk you pulled yourself to the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over the side. Stepping closer, John allowed you to press lingering kisses at his hips. It had his head tipping back, his long eyelashes fluttering to a close. Nibbling at the soft flesh just under his navel had him releasing an intoxicating growl that spread chills throughout your body.

Shakily reaching up, your fingers curled loosely around John’s manhood giving it a few small strokes. At that moment, you felt the warmth of Dean moving in behind you. A tender caress at your shoulders was felt before he started pampering your flesh with hot, wet kisses. Stepping closer to the bed, John lifted his cock up to your lips dragging it across your lips.

“Be a good girl and open your mouth,” John ordered and you did as he said. Wrapping your lips around John’s cock had him humming out with his fingers sinking into your hair. With flicks of your tongue, you lapped at John’s body enjoying how he seemed to grow harder in your mouth. Purring out against John’s flesh had him moaning out when you felt Dean’s hands drag across the length of your breasts. Dean’s hands were everywhere, touching you and caressing you in attempts to sooth you and make you comfortable. Pulling your lips away from John’s body, you took your time to sheath him in your grasp teasing the flesh back and forth over his growing erection. His hazel eyes watched you closely with you leaning in to kiss at the tip of his cock, sweeping your tongue around the sensitive underside. “That’s it.”

Purring out, you felt Dean’s hand reaching between your thigh to caress over your mound. The sound vibrated against John’s body having him involuntarily arching forward toward you. Dean left tiny nibbles at your shoulder and John led you back toward his arousal. Hooking his fingers around the back of your head helped in leading you to take his cock back into your mouth and down your throat. It was hard to take at first, a slight gagging sound falling from your throat with John groaning out. Thrusting his hips toward your throat had his cock pulling back and pushing forward toward the back of your throat. Wet, slurping sounds were filling the air and John’s manhood was growing harder with every move he made.

“That’s good,” John hummed, pulling you away from his cock by grasping your hair and tugging you back. Stroking his erection in his palm drew attention to the tip and you held your tongue out eliciting a smile from John. Tapping his length against your tongue had an amused rumble of a sound escaping him. Dean’s fingers were working furiously between your thighs and greedily you were rocking your hips against his movements. Dragging your tongue across the slit of John’s manhood left you with the taste of him and you licked your lips. “Dean, get up.”

Snapping his fingers, John pointed to the area beside him. Doing as he was told had you panting out, yearning to be touched again with your hips twitching and your body aching at the loss of friction. Whimpering, John’s firm grasp returned with him getting you to tip your head back. A demanding, breath-taking kiss was stolen from your lips and it had you caressing up over the back of his neck, sinking your fingers into his thick locks. The way his tongue caressed over yours made it feel like the room was spinning around you. As soon as Dean stepped before you, John took his time pulling back, giving your bottom lip a tiny tug and then he dragged his tongue out over the inside of your bottom lip.

Licking his lips when he pulled away, John dragged his thumb over his bottom lip. There was still discomfort in Dean’s features when you looked to him. Undoubtedly this was the first time that he had a threesome with his father and you pictured that’d be uncomfortable for anyone. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw John stroking over his length in sluggish movements. Between the two of them, there were a lot of similarities, but also a lot of differences. John had a lot more hair on his body, whereas Dean was mostly smooth.

Grasping to the loops on Dean’s jeans, you tugged him forward eliciting a gasp from him. Stumbling toward you, Dean swept his fingers in over the side of your face drawing you to close your eyes. Turning your head toward his touch left you appreciating the gentleness of Dean. Kissing at his pulse point took Dean’s breath away and he shuddered. There was a big difference between John and Dean already. John was dirty in the best of ways, but Dean appeared to be more innocent. Then again, did an innocent man really have that kind of talent when going down on someone?

Unhooking the belt in Dean’s pants, you felt a breath catch in your throat with John lowering down beside you on the bed. John was sweeping your hair from your neck, his mouth covering the side of your neck with you pulling apart Dean’s pants. Licking his lips, Dean traced his thumb in over your bottom lip collecting the wetness at your lips. Allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth, you looked up at him with big eyes enjoying the way that it felt between the two of them.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dean commented, his green eyes locked on your movements while you sucked at the tip.

“Fucking gorgeous,” John agreed, his large palm pressing between your thighs causing your eyes to flutter to a close. Shifting your hips forward and opening your thighs gave room for John to caress and touch you as he pleased.

Parting the material of Dean’s jeans, you tried to focus yourself. Sliding your hands down over his hips, you grabbed at his jeans tugging them down firmly. The movement had Dean’s hard cock bouncing free from behind the confinements. Unlike John, Dean was already rock solid with his erection throbbing. Which honestly made since after everything the two of you had already gone through before John showed up. Like his father, he was uncut and big. Not as thick as John, but still impressive. It visibly ran in the family.

The way it bobbed in front of you had your mouth watering. Like you had done with John, you curled your fingers around Dean’s length, stroking it while you peppered his hips with wet kisses. Gasping, you felt your body being pulled forward toward the edge of the bed. It had you falling back on your elbows. John had lowered himself between your thighs and Dean had knelt on the corner of the bed to make it easier for him to trace the tip of his cock over your lips. Drawing your mouth open further, you allowed Dean to press his hips forward to sink his cock between your lips. Dragging your tongue along the smooth length of his cock had Dean dropping his head back and moaning out.

John now had situated himself between your legs, his rough palms caressing over the fleshy part of your thighs. It was hard to focus with John’s kisses growing closer to your core, but you did your best to stroke over Dean’s body at the same pace that your mouth was moving over his length. By the time that John’s mouth met your center, it was easy to tell that he was much rougher than Dean was. Closing your eyes, you hummed against Dean’s cock getting him to shudder on his knees before you. Bracing himself with his free hand on the bed, Dean lowered just enough to help start thrusting his hips forward drawing his cock further into your throat.

Wet slurping sounds surrounded the both of you between John eating you out and you giving Dean a blowjob. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see John shaking his head from side to side. Pulling back every so often to lick his lips. John was feasting on you like he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Growls were escaping his throat, his tongue lapping at your entrance having you crying out.

One of John’s long, slender digits circled your entrance before pushing forward into your warmth. Cooing out, you watched John pumping his finger inside of you at a steady tempo. Joining the first, John inserted a second finger rubbing them up against your g-spot. Dropping his head back between your thighs, John’s lips latched to your clit, slurping and suckling at the sensitive bud.

“Rest back,” Dean urged you getting you to lay back against the bed. Bracing his hands on the bed, Dean used his right hand to urge his cock back to your lips. Opening up, you knew you were shaking with what John was building up inside of you. Sinking his member back into your mouth had Dean moaning out at the heat that surrounded him. Being careful at first, Dean was thrusting his hips working to fuck your throat while John pleasured you.

It was hard to breathe, but you were doing your best with your hands squeezing up and over Dean’s hips. Tremoring, you began to realize the pressure that John was flooding you with. The pit of your belly was tingling, your hips arching up toward every caress of his tongue. Moaning out sent vibrations throughout Dean’s body with his cock down your throat. A wet sound filled the air with a growl from John having you pulling your hips up and away from him. Pushing into Dean’s hip gave him the hint he needed to let you have a minute with you rolling onto your side. Your body was shaking, your thighs twitching and your eyes slammed close.

“Oh, she’s gonna be fun,” John stammered, getting up from the bed and reaching for you. Moving you to the center of the bed, John gave Dean a quick look and cleared his throat. “Why don’t you go first?”

“Yeah?” Dean confirmed with John who gave him a confident nod. Crawling in over you, Dean attempted to get you to open your eyes. Whimpering out, your breathing was broken and your body was still high off of what John had done to you. “Look at me beautiful.”

Forcing your eyes open, your heart skipped a beat at the way that Dean was looking at you. Even though this whole thing was meant for John, you weren’t really losing out in getting Dean either. He was gorgeous and the way he looked at you took your breath away.

“I’m gonna go grab something,” John announced pointing back toward the door that connected your rooms together. There was a kick to his step, but before you could say anything to beckon him back, Dean’s hand palmed in over the side of your face getting your eyes to connect with his.

This was never a way you pictured yourself with Dean. Yeah, the two of you had kissed in heat of the moment situations or when you were both drunk, but you never saw it going any further than that. But now with the warmth of Dean’s naked body over yours, you realized that this was actually happening.

Bracing himself on his left hand, Dean allowed his hand to trace down over your side, down over your hip and to your thigh. Chills flooded your body with the way it felt, your breath catching in your throat with the way he looked at you. It was safe to say that you were looking at Dean in a completely new light.

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of doing this,” Dean breathed, his words vibrating against your lips with you arching up toward him wanting him to kiss you. An arrogant smirk tugged at his lips and it was a smile that you had seen so many times before on John. Bringing your lips together in a heated sweep, Dean reached between the two of you leading himself to your entrance. With a push forward of his hips, the tip entered you causing you to moan out and drop your head back into the pillows further. Dean’s lips found their way to your jawline, peppering your skin with wet kisses that felt incredible.

Dean’s forehead pressed forward against yours, pushing forward agonizingly slow until he filled you completely. It had your hips arching up toward his, your body trembling at the way it felt with him inside of you. Your lips were agape, your fingers caressing into Dean’s shoulders until his hips pulled back. Each movement was dragged out with Dean thrusting forward and then back. Everything was brand new so you felt like Dean was taking his time to cherish the way your warmth felt around him. Footsteps were heard and you clung to Dean, looking beyond the bed to see that John was returning to the room. Setting down what he had grabbed on the corner table, John smirked seeing you biting down on your bottom lip as Dean’s movements grew faster. Sharp breaths were falling from your throat, your eyes locked on John’s while his son fucked you. Dropping his hand down, John curled his fingers around his swollen erection sheathing the skin in his fist as he jerked himself off.

With your eyes still locked on John, you kissed at the side of Dean’s face moaning in his ear as his thrusts became more pronounced with his hips smacking up against yours.

“Alright Dean, don’t be greedy,” John slurred, moving over beside the bed to hint to Dean that it was time to switch up. With a frown, Dean pulled his hips away from yours leaving you with a whimpering sound. It didn’t take long for John to reach for you, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Positioning himself between your thighs, he got on his knees at the edge of the bed hooking his arms under your knees to pull your legs up over his thighs. “You’ve been a real tease, you know that?”

Licking your lips, you lowered your stare to watch John grabbing a hold of his erection, tapping the swollen tip against your clit. Purring out, you arched your hips up toward John hearing him hum in appreciation. Tracing his cock over the length of your sex, John took his time to admire your body stretched out before him. Lining his body up with your entrance had you sucking in a sharp breath of air. With a firm smack forward, John thrust inside of you with a wet sound. Unlike Dean who took his time, John forced you to take all of him. Whining out, your body arched at the stretching feeling his thick cock left you with.

“Now that’s a beautiful sight,” John hummed, licking his lips at the way his cock looked inside of you. Pulling his hips back dragged out his girthy cock just to the tip. Hooking his arms tightly around your thighs, John smacked forward again. It had your breasts bouncing with the force, your cries flooding the air. Repeating the motion again and again, John kept his right arm hooked firmly around your thigh while the left outstretched to cup one of your breasts in his large palm. Circling his thumb in over the nipple, with his head tipping back.

“Does that feel good?” Dean whispered, the warmth of him pressing in beside you and you felt his lips kissing at your jawline. Nodding, you couldn’t form words. You just turned your head to the side and met Dean in another hot, lingering kiss. John’s thrusts seem to grow stronger having you wince against Dean’s mouth. Dropping his right hand, Dean’s fingers connected with your clit trying to match the pace his father’s hips were making. Cooing out, you bit at Dean’s bottom lip giving it a firm tug enjoying the moan that you got from Dean.

“I have an idea,” John announced, pulling his body from yours swiftly leaving you with the worst empty, aching feeling that you could imagine. Breathing loudly, your heart was hammering in your chest while Dean’s fingers continue to caress over your sensitive folds. Heading to the table to grab what he had brought in, John waved his finger about and nodded toward the bed. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Doing as you were told, which you often did when John gave you an order, you shakily pulled yourself up. It was harder than you thought it would be with the way your body was tremoring. Bracing yourself, you looked over your shoulder when you felt someone palming down between your shoulder blades over the length of your spine. It was John who was gazing over your body. His erection bounced with his movement when he palmed down over your hips to give them a firm squeeze.

With John behind you, Dean worked himself before you to lower himself down on the bed. Motioning you to lower down, Dean curled his fingers around the back of your neck and led your mouth back to his length. This time you took him eagerly between your lips, working to bob your head in steady movements over his manhood.

“You have such a beautiful ass,” John growled, his hands squeezing at your fleshy bottom. Giving it a firm spank had you moaning against Dean’s cock and his head dropped back with a throaty groan. Another spank had your hips bouncing forward and then back against John. The sensation of his cock pressing against your bottom was there as he palmed and squeezed at your flesh once more. Pulling your lips from Dean’s arousal with a wet popping sound, you purred out with John kissing at your lower back and his hands caressing at your thighs. Lowering down behind you, John squeezed at your fleshy bottom, separating the flesh so he could drag his tongue in a long strip along the length of your sex. Focusing on your entrance, John’s tongue flicked, plunged and he slurped at your flesh. Kissing at the tip of Dean’s cock, you tried to focus on continuing to give him a blowjob but you felt John’s tongue drag out against your tight pucker and it made you whimper. Looking back, you saw John pushing apart your cheeks while his tongue focused on your ass eliciting a whine from you. It was a strange sensation that you had never done before, but you didn’t hate it. It had your body tremoring, your hips bouncing back toward him with a growl from John vibrating against your body. Pulling back, John spit causing your hips to bounce forward before he went back to eagerly feasting at your body. Standing up, John yanked your hips back and sank into you again with his thumb circling your tight pucker. Trembling beneath him, your head lowered resting against Dean’s hip with the loud smacking sounds that John’s thrusts were causing. “Do you think you can take the both of us.”

“You mean…” you cooed out with John’s thumb pushing it’s way into the ring of muscle of your tight canal while he continued to pound into your pussy leaving you a whimpering mess beneath him.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” John rumbled proudly, sucking in a sharp breath with how good it felt with the warmth of your body surrounding him. By the sounds you were making and the way you were tremoring, it was obvious that you were nearing another orgasm. Right when he got you to the edge, he pulled from your body eliciting an upset whine. “Lay down on your side. Dean, get her comfortable.”

Helping you to roll over onto your side, Dean laid in beside you urging your leg up over his hip. Pressing in closely, Dean reached between the two of you to lead his cock back into your eager body. Arching in closer to Dean, you were still riding off the high of John almost getting you to another orgasm only to keep you from it. Dean’s heavy breaths were warm against your lips while the two of you shared kisses with the bed dipping behind you.

The heat of John’s body moving in behind you had your forehead pressing to Dean’s. Licking at his lips, Dean’s fingers swept over your jawline having you turn your head toward his hand to press a kiss at the center of his palm.

Tender caresses were felt over your fleshy bottom and it surprised you since John had been rather forceful with the way he had done things previously. Looking back over your shoulder, you met John in a passionate kiss. Sliding in closer to you, John reached for the bottle of lube that he had grabbed earlier. Popping open the lid had your heart hammering inside of your chest. Dean’s movements had slowed with his hands dropping to your hips to keep you steady.

“Dean,” you panted, your body aching with the way he was stagnant inside of you. Your body wanted that movement, it needed it. Forcing you forward toward Dean, John’s hands braced at the small of your back. Arching your back, you felt the cool liquid pouring down in over your flesh and closed your eyes tightly when John’s fingers started to stroke and prod over your tight pucker. Wincing, you buried your head against the side of Dean’s neck, panting when John’s fingers entered you. Thrusting again and again to prepare you for what undoubtedly you weren’t ready for.

When John’s fingers pulled from your body, you whined and John hushed you from behind. Again he reached for the bottle to coat his thick cock in the slick fluid. Pressing his hips forward, John brought your bodies together with all of your legs tangling with how you were sandwiched between both him and Dean.

“You’re such a good girl,” John growled, nipping at your jawline giving your chin a small bite. Sucking in a sharp breath of air, you tensed up with the swollen tip of John’s cock at your tight hole. Bouncing your hips up had Dean moaning out and his grasp on your hips grew tighter. “Hey, relax. I would never hurt you. Ever.”

“I know,” you tried to relax yourself, lowering your hips back down. Caressing down over your arm, John’s left hand found yours. Hooking his fingers with yours, he used his right hand to lead himself into your tight opening. A deep rumble of a growl fell from John’s throat as the tip of his cock pushed through the tight ring of muscle. It had you clutching tightly to Dean who whispered calming words in your ear while he pressed kisses against your skin. “John.”

“I know,” John hushed, a raspy moan rumbling against the back of your neck from where he was nuzzling his nose. Reaching back, you grasped a hold of John’s thigh, your fingers digging into his flesh. Using his strength, he pushed forward further having you let out a pained sound. “Do you need me to stop?”

“No,” you realized that your fingers were digging so hard into his skin that he might have thought you needed to. “Just give me a minute…”

“No problem,” John whispered, his hand lifting up to curl his fingers around your throat. Closing your eyes, you appreciated the way that Dean’s lips covered yours. Soon as you were relaxed, you gave John the nod to continue to fill you. The stretch between the two of them was unlike anything you had ever felt before. You had never felt this full before and it was a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Let us know when you’re okay.”

“You can go ahead,” you confirmed for them, swallowing hard bringing more attention to the grasp that was over your throat. Whimpering, you didn’t expect this to feel like it did, but you didn’t hate it. Their movements were uneven at first. Dean faster because you were already used to him inside of you, but John was slower, trying to work you into being comfortable. By the time their tempos matched, it left you a panting mess between them. Their hands were everywhere, touching you and making you theirs. Dean’s moans were short often with his nose buried against the side of your neck and John’s were loud, raspy against the back of your neck or on your shoulder.

The sounds coming from the both of them turned you on more than you could ever imagine. Which honestly probably helped you enjoy this all the more. Lowering your hand, you curled it around John and urged his movements to be harder.

“Are you okay?” Dean whispered, drawing your attention to him by grasping at your chin. With a nod, you knew that you were breathless and you could hardly gather your words. Dean’s mouth claimed yours again, his tongue brushing against yours.

With how paper think these walls were, you hoped that no one was on the other side because none of you were being quiet. The headboard was smacking up against the wall, moans flooding the air. By now your hips were eagerly rocking back between Dean and John taking them in and out of you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” John slurred against the side of your face, his grasp growing tighter to your hips. With how hard he was grasping to your flesh, you wondered if it would leave a mark. Pulling your hand forward, you hooked your fingers with John’s. Nipping at your earlobe, John gave it a small tug before whispering in your ear. “You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you.”

“Please…” you panted knowing that you were still riding that line of being right on the edge of an orgasm. Realizing what it was you were looking for, Dean started to bounce his hips harder against you. It had you rocking back harder toward John so every pull and push of their cocks was not only harder, but faster inside of you.

The smacking of John’s lower abdomen against your ass grew louder until he roared out, pulling out of you and you felt the splashes of his cum covering your ass along with your lower back. Kiss after forceful kissed was pressed at your neck with Dean pulling you closer to him. He was desperate to get you a release as well as himself. Sinking your fingers into his hair, you purred out and tossed your head back when a rush flooded to your temples. Covering your lips with his, Dean’s moans became more frequent with him pulling his hips back and thrusting his hand over his length until he covered your lower abdomen with his release.

Dropping down beside you, the three of you laid out at the center of that bed trying to catch your breath. John’s arm possessively wrapped around your waist with Dean’s arm stretched out across your shoulders. For a long time, you were all quiet. Saying nothing because what else was there to say? You were all riding off the high of your orgasms.

“It’s going to be weird from here on out, isn’t it?” Dean lifted his head, his messy hair in his eyes while he looked you over.

“Only if you let it be,” John snorted, turning his face further into his pillow with a huff. “Don’t ruin a good thing Dean. Shut up.”

An involuntary laugh fell from your lips. It got you a glare from Dean, but you were impressed that John wasn’t going to let this change anything. You didn’t want anything to change. The only thing that maybe you hoped would possibly change was getting to sleep with them on occasion. Other than that? This was the perfect scenario for you and you loved it.

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