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smuthospital · 1 year ago

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⭐️Yandere Gojo x reader⭐️

Premise: You're so lonely, and your boyfriend isn't paying any attention to you, so you download an app to make friends. You meet the wrong guy (Gojo), and bad things happen.

Content warning: NON CON, Cheating, gn reader

MINORS DNI

"I'm busy right now and you know that. I told you not to call me!" The phone beeps and the call ends, leaving you alone in deafening silence. Your boyfriend has always been rough around the edges, but you love him despite his flaws. He has his moments that remind you why you like him so much. Lately, he's been busy with all sorts of things. Work, family, his hobbies. You live together, but he's always out. He doesn't even return at night sometimes. You understand he needs his alone time, but it's been so long since you've seen him. You called to ask if you could visit him at work and give him a little surprise. You baked him chocolate chip cookies! They're delicious and made with love. Tears prick your eyes as you toss your phone to the side. You're so lonely. You've never had many friends, just your boyfriend. Too many people just make you tired.

You pick up your phone and almost call him again out of reflex. You just wish you had someone to talk to again. You saw an advertisement for a popular friend making app awhile ago. You decide to download it because you don't have much to lose. search it up. You write a few things about yourself, add your favorite song as well as a few pictures of yourself. You cross your fingers, hoping not to match any creeps. You swipe right on a lot of girls aswell as guys. You stated in your bio that you're in a commited relationship to ward off any horny guys. Girls don't reply to you, much to your disappointment. You end up getting quite a lot of messages from flirty guys. The relationship warning seemed to have no affect at all.

Toji: How much for a pair of pantys?

Sukuna: (Sent a photo) *Blocked*

Todo: I know it grips. Please lemme hit

25 new messages!

Geez. It's only been an hour. These guys are like hungry raccoons and you feel like a can of cat food. You scroll through and see one that looks relatively innocent

Gojo: Hey :)

You: Hello!

Gojo: What's up? I saw that you have a cat! They're so cute! Also, you're gorgeous

You: Thank you! That's my lil baby right there

You and him quickly get along. Still no word from your boyfriend, you sigh, defeated. The cookies can wait. You tell him about your boyfriend and how you never see him that much anymore. Be seems to take interest in this and becomes quite upset that you're not treated with the love you deserve. You friendship goes on for a few days. He occasionally trys to flirt with you, but you quickly shut it down each time, politely asking him to respect your boundaries. His nickname for you is gorgeous and although it makes you a bit uncomfortable, it feels too good to hear for you to ask him to stop. He's your only friend at the moment so you really don't want to make him go away.

You: Still no reply from my boyfriend. I hope he's okay.

Gojo: What the fuck. If I had a girl like you, I'd never leave her alone. He's probably cheating

You: What? He'd never. He's not like that!

Gojo: Trust me, I'm a guy, I know. Just look at the way he treats you. You're such a sweet and polite doll and he's making you feel this way, neglecting you. He makes you feel like shit. This is abuse😡

You: Oh it's really not like that, he's really sweet!

Gojo: There you go again...I can treat you better. Just give me one chance. Nobody has to know. You can leave this abusive relationship.

You: We talked about this, I'm have a boyfriend and I love him. Don't say stuff like that, please

Gojo: I'm just sayin

You: Thank you tho, it's sweet that you care. Do you like cookies? I was saving these for my boyfriend, but he's too busy to receive them. They'll go to waste if they're not eaten

Gojo: YES. SEND THE COOKIES. You wanna come over tomorrow? I know you're free. Come to my place, we can watch movies and cuddle with cookies!

You: What!? I can't go over to a guy's house! That's weird! And cuddle!?

Gojo: Nono it's not. We're just friends. And your boyfriend doesn't have to know. It's not a big deal. I have some old wine we can drink. Pretty please

You: I don't drink tho. I'm not sure. I haven't known you for too long. What if you try to take my kidneys! :0

Gojo: Common..would I do that!?? Ridiculous. Don't over think it. Let's watch a scary movie. It'll be real scary. I can't watch it alone! Pleeeeaaase!!!

You: ...Ok...as long as its scary. I wouldn't want you to get too scared

You've never seen Gojo in person, but you're sort of desperate to keep him around as a friend. In his photos, his eyes are covered. You don't question why. You step off the bus at the address he texted you, cookie basket in hand. It's a tall, expensive looking condo. You walk into the nice building and spot him leaning against a wall you in the lobby. He's not what you expected at all. You've seen a pictures of him before, but he didn't look so large and intimidating. He's stupid tall and He practically towers over your frame. He crouches slightly and wraps his arms around you in a tight hug, surprising you with the sudden contact.

"Hey, (y/n)! It's nice to see you in person! You're so much more sexy up close." His voice as soft satin sheets and deep and melodic as a cat purring. He eyes you up and down, his eyes half lidded. He's snapped out of his trance when you stutter a confused thank you. You're gonna brush that flirt off as nothing. "Common, let's go." He takes your soft, smaller hand in his ridiculously big hand and leads you to a fancy elevator and sticks a key into a key hole, confusing you. Since when do elevators do that? "The 21sr floor is mine." The whole floor is his? Is he loaded?

The whole time, you're blushing and stuttering, overly shy and nervous. 'Play it cool,(y/n)!' Your mind is over heating and he thinks it's absolutely adorable. When you get to his floor, he closes the door and silently locks it behind him. He plops on the couch, spreads his long legs out and patts the spot next to him. "Common! Take a seat!" You gingerly take a seat a little too far for his liking so he loops an arm around your waist and pulls you closer. You jump a bit. "Oh don't be shy! I don't bite." The last part of his sentence stood out to you a bit, but you're not sure why.

He offers you a drink and you accept. He hands you a cup of soda. "The conjuring is a classic. I actually haven't seen it before so I thought we could watch it." With that, he presses play and the movie starts. You're both eating the cookies you made. "These are so fucking good. You made these?" He whispers and you nod. Your blushing cheeks are so cute. He's already eaten three. It's heartwarming. Halfway into the movie, he shuffles in his seat and surprises you by picking you up and placing you on his lap with ease. "Hey! What are you doing!?" You try to slide off, but he holds you in place. "Hey hey calm down, I'm not doing anything!" You stop thrashing, but don't stop struggling. "Oh yeah!? Let me off, you said no funny buissness!" You feel slightly tired for some reason. "I'm only trying to cuddle you better! If not for me, then for you. I bet you miss being cuddled. I know you already have a boyfriend so don't worry, there's nothing weird about it!" With that, you stop struggling, too worn out to argue. "...Mm ok." Near the end of the movie, he shifts slightly under you. "Gojo?" No response. You feel somthing hard under your ass. He starts to shift you back and fourth a bit. "Huh? Gojo?" He just keeps shifting you, holding your hips tightly. "Ow! You're squeezing me too tight. What are you doin-"

One of his hands snake up to your chest and cup your breast. The motion freezes you in place.

"I'm better than your stupid boyfriend. He's so ungreatful. I bet you also miss getting fucked, don't you?" It was more of a statement rather than a question.I can make you feel good, better than he ever did. God, you're so hot. This guy is such a loser for passing you up. I'd never be like him. I've been wanting for this since I first saw you. I know you think I'm attractive too. I see the way you eye me"

The hand holding down your hip moves between your thighs to cup your clit. You heart sinks into your stomach as the weight of the situation falls upon you. You have never felt more stupid in your entire life. Just as you suck in a breath to scream, the hand on your breast shoots up to cover your mouth, muffling any sound. You try to slsp his hands off, but your arms are a little weaker than before. All you could do was patt his arms and wiggle around, which he completely ignores.

"Ah ah-be good. I couldn't stop thinking of you. I've only known you for a bit, but that's enough for me." He grinds his clothed cock against your ass and groans in pleasure.

After a few minutes, he stands up with you in his arms and walks with you to his bedroom. He tosses you on his bed and immediately gets on top, holding you down with his hips as he removs his shirt. He looks down at your horrified face and licks his lips. He wastes no time in literally ripping your shirt and bra off. You hear the tear as it leaves you. With one hand, he roughly palms your chest and tweaks a nipple. He unzips his dark purple pants with his other hand, his swollen cock practically flying out and slamming down above your belly button. You gasp at the sight of it, the weight alone is hefty. Much like his entire self, it's big and scary.

Your eyes fill with tears and you do the only think you could. Your body can't possibly struggle and even if you could, he could easily over power you. "Please-please don't hurt me. Please don't do this to me!" He looks at you with sympathy in his eyes. "Shh it's ok. I'd never hurt you. I'm not like your stupid boyfriend. I'm gonna make you feel good. Then you'll be mine..I see that drug I have you fully kicked in." You pail at his words. It's over. You're not getting out of this one. You're going to be raped by this psychopath. You think of your poor boyfriend. You wish he could burst through the door and save you. His name bubbles from your mouth pathetically.

"Speaking of him." Gojo slides your phone out of your pocket and clicks around. First, he disables your location, then he raises your phone and takes a photo of you. He quickly sends it to himself and your boyfriend.

You: We're having a good time. Bet you're jealous

A few minutes of groping later, your boyfriend responds.

❤️Geto❤️: Absolutely not. You're both disgusting. I fucking knew you were whoring yourself. You got a big head because you think you're pretty. I was wondering why you were trying to look nice recently.

❤️Geto❤️: You're like a bitch in heat. You're just an easy, worthless whore. Glad I didn't waste too much on you.

❤️Geto❤️: Go fuck yourself. Or better yet, have some guy do it for free. Get aids and die, bitch. You have a day to pick up all your shit before I toss it.

(You've been blocked by this number)

Gojo turns the screen towards you and your eyes tear up as you read the texts. You have no idea how your boyfriend could have possibly interpreted your situation as consentual. It could be that you're not tied up and gagged, nor unconscious. As he said, he expected this from you. Either way, he obviously doesn't love you anymore. Tears pour down your cheeks. How could he? After all this time? To do this to you. You'd never cheat! Your heart shatters in your chest, suddenly feeling hollow.

Gojo chuckles and sets the phone to the side. He wipes your tears away with his thumb. "See? What did I tell you? He was never the one for you. I'd never say that to you, sweety. I'd never treat you like that. I just exposed him for what he is; a scum bag." He tugs your pants down and off your legs with ease, despite your light kicking. A large grin on his face as he does so

"You ready?" He positions his cock at your dry entrance and laughs. "Because I am." He shoves himself in, but only makes it three inches in before he hits a barrier and you gasp in pain and start thrashing your body. "P-please take it out. It-it hurts!" He's genuinely shocked. "Y-you're a virgin? Didn't you say you have a boyfriend?"

You wiggle a bit, trying to elevate some pain yourself before answering him.

"We never...you..know.." Your face burns with shame. His cock only seems to swell with more blood at the news.

He bursts out laughing. "This makes so much sense now! No wonder why you looked elsewhere to fulfill your needs. He doesn't want to fuck. Is he gay?Does his dick even work? Maybe he's not cheating. He didn't even fuck you once. I could tell how bad you wanted it, but your limp dick boyfriend wouldn't give you any. I'm glad to be the one to have your first time."

Your bloodshot eyes drift to the side. You don't want to admit that he was right. Every time you would try to start something with your boyfriend, he'd push you away. Your boyfriend really didn't have much of a labido, but you didn't look for friends to have sex with other men.

"I know it hurts, but you can take it. It'll go away. Just hold still...or struggle. I like a challenge." His words are evil, but his smile is so charming. He's like the devil. He pulls his cock out and thrusts in again, deeper than before, breaking your hymen and forcing the air to leave your body. He then pulls out and slams into you again, bottoming out. His cock is so big, you swear you could feel it in your stomach. You look down, eyes blown wide as you see an imprint of his cock in your lower abdomen. He lets out a loud moan and throws his head back. "You're so fucking tight." You put your hands on his chest, hoping that would be enough to keep him still. Wishful thinking. He just takes your smaller wrists in his large hands and leans over you, lodging himself deeper than he was before, cock assaulting your cervix, making your body jolt. You accidentally let out a pained cry that could be mistaken as a moan.

Gojo smiles, perfect white teeth on display "Oh, you like that?" He slams into that spot again and again, making your eyes roll into the back of your head, and your tongue rolls out of your mouth. Lewd sounds spill from your mouth with the occasional "No." "Please." and "Stop." Your sobbing dies down, not having any more tears to cry. You feel a tightening in your lower belly and curl your toes. "Nng G-Gojo!"

"Fuck yeah, say my name!" He pounds into your poor pussy with astonishing speed and strength. "Say you'll be my girlfriend. I can take care of you, I can love you. You'll never feel alone again."

Your face flushes red at his words. Those words are all you need to tip over the edge. You aren't sure if he meant it or not, but just the thought of being so loved takes you to cloud nine. A warm feeling washes over you and you cry out in pleasure. You want what he promised more than anything in the world. With your last braincell, you weigh your options. Nobody loves you, you have nowhere to go, no one to turn to and Your boyfriend kicked you out. "I...I'll be with you." What choice did you have? Be homeless?

The bashful look you give him sends shivers down his spine. He leanes down and gives you a tender kiss on the lips which you very hesitantly return, much to his enjoyment. His hot breath tickles your face as his hips hammer into you, forcing cute music from your mouth for him. Your cunt tightening impossibly around his thick mass. His pace becoming sloppy and before you could ask him to pull out, he shoves himself deep within you one last time. With a lewd moan he fills your tummy up with his seed. Your eyes cross at the warm, pleasurable sensation. The feeling of being filled up like a puff pastry, his hot creamy cum temporarly stupifying you. Your tummy now bloated by the sheer volume. He takes another picture.

He wasn't looking for a girlfriend, but how could he possibly deny himself such a sweet little thing. A sweet, doting, cookie baking girlfriend as cute as you comes as often as a shooting star. You'd do anything for the man you loved. Too wifey to pass up. Finders keepers. He's going to make sure that no one ever does to you what he just did to you. You're his now.

He rolls the two of you so he's spooning your back, your ass pressed against him, his cock still firmy lodged into your weeping cunt. He pulls the blanket up and the two of you fall asleep together. You pretty much pass out from the exhaustion.

The next morning, he drives you to your now x boyfriends appartment to collect your things. You and Gojo take the elevator to the apartment. He stays out of sight, but stays where he can hear you. You knock on the door and your Geto opens up. The smell of alcohol hits you and you gag. "Well if it isn't the slut. Get your shit."

He turns his back and begins to walk away, but you grab his arm and gently tug him toward you. "Please listen to me...he raped me...I didn't want to.. do any-" You were cut off by him shoving you to the ground roughly, your head knocking against the wall on your way down. You grunt in pain. "Don't you use that shit on me!" He shouts.

Tears fill your eyes as you scramble to collect your things and run out. Gojo is at the front door now, having heard the commotion. He steps in the apartment and grabs your shoulders.

"What's wrong? Did he touch you?"

"...I..hit my head." Your tiny voice is unconvincing.

"Take your things to the car. I'm just gonna have a quick chat with him." He pays your butt and you walk off with your things. Geto has been watching the interaction with clenched fists.

"You're the fuck that stole my girl. You can fucking have her and pass her around to whoever the fuck you want. For your information, that cunt tried to tell me you raped her, using you as her scape goat." Gojo can just barley understand the drunken shouting of your x boyfriend. Gojo smiles, the smugest of grins crossing his face.

"...That's because I did"

Geto froze in place, not believing his ears. His girlfriend..was actually just raped? And not only did he do absolutely nothing, but he kicked her out and hurt her?

"...What?" It wasn't really a question.

"Finders keepers. I have no clue why you're so upset. You didn't love her. She was so lonely when I found her. I wanted her so I took her. Make no mistake, she said no. Cried for you. You should feel like shit. Not believing your own sweet little girlfriend and then laying your hand on her in her time of need. I'm not even going to beat you for that, you'd treat yourself like a victim. Better luck next time though. Try satisfying your bitch before they're stolen. Thanks for the girlfriend." Gojo says, walking back to the car, Geto still too frozen in shock to react. He falls to his knees, clinching his head. Gojo meets you in the car, your things already in the back. He leans over to your side and gives you a passionate kiss on the lips, tongue diving into your mouth. Your face burns brightly and you cant help but kiss him back. You disconnect, a string of saliva connecting you to him. "So what do you want to eat, baby?"

The car drives off and you don't feel so bad about the situation anymore.

Fun fact: I got the idea to make this when I was lonely and my boyfriend (now x) wasn't paying attention to me so I downloaded an app to make friends and a guy I thought was my friend started being really pushy and I found out men are stupid dogs.

#yandere x reader #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x reader #x reader #lemon #non con #yandere #dead dove do not eat

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anadiasmount · 8 months ago

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always calling jude honey as a term of endearment and he just loves it sm so when you call him by his actual name he thinks he’s in trouble

he’d fear us i’m afraid ☺️🤞🏻

while you called him ‘babe’, ‘baby’, ‘handsome’ etc etc at times, something about you calling him ‘honey’ to get his attention or to call out for him, is something that he loved. the sweet tone in your voice just making a bubble of joy spread along his chest. riling him up in excitement and joy.

oh but have mercy when you called him by his actual name. he was used to hearing ‘honey’ around you when you called out for help, to tell him something, when food was ready or when out together. when you said ‘jude’ all hell would break lose in his head.

his heart would beat faster, overthinking if he’d done or said anything to make you angry, if he forgot to take out the trash, forget to bring you back sweets after training, accidentally ignoring you cause he got distracted by your beauty. he knew it meant trouble.

“jude.”

he looked up from his phone, immediately sitting up and paying full attention to you, where you stood with a hand on your hip. “yes?” you raised your brow at his tone not helping jude’s nervous bubble inside him. “are you okay?” you ask slowly, walking closer to him.

“y-y-yeah? why w-wouldn’t i-i be?” he said carefully afraid of saying something wrong and it upsetting you further, but deep down he wanted to ask why you didn’t call him ‘honey’. “you just seem off,” you chuckled confused, “nervous almost,” you eye him suspicious, jude blinking fast as he tried to control himself.

“are you mad at me? d-did i do-o something?” he asked you softly, biting the corner of his bottom lip. you shake your head no, “no honey? i’m not mad at you, i was gonna ask you what time you got off so we could go shopping together,” you reply, sitting beside him, your hand resting on his thigh.

“oh thank god,” he let out a breath of relief, closing his eyes as he sighed and laying back into the couch cushions. “for a second i thought i was in trouble. started to question my whole day,” he says giving you a peck.

“what?” you scoff out a laugh, “why would you think i’m mad at you?”

“because you called me jude, and not ‘honey!’” he mocked you high pitched voice making you push him at his teasing. “i’m serious! you almost never call me jude unless i’ve done something or it’s something serious,” he said honestly making you hum.

“huh? i never thought of that? now that you’re saying it, it is true,” you tap a finger on you chin in a thinking manner, relying back deep in your head, trying to remember occasions when you did call him by ‘jude’. “so jude, are you free after training tomorrow?” you say seriously making jude’s smile drop immediately.

“ask me again but use ‘honey’ this time,” he corrected shaking his head and crossing his arms just below his chest. “honey… are you free after training tomorrow? so you can take your lovely, sweet, amazing, talented, slightly toxic girlfriend shopping?” you dramatically sigh.

“anything for you darling.”

#judey thoughts 5️⃣#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham blurb

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st7rnioioss · 9 months ago

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⋆·˚ ༘ * "I really want to kiss you." pt. 2

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: matt sturniolo x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: part 2 to "i really want to kiss you", go read that! (im avoiding doing a summary)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: fluff, kissing, swearing

part one

a/n: i didn’t really expect to make part two, but here we are. just a bunch of fluff, no plot really LMAO.

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Friday, 9:23 pm

“Hey, you home yet?”

“Not yet, still on my way. You looked good today”

“Stop, I’m blushing”

“What I’d do to sit beside you and watch”

“Matthew, you should concentrate on not getting run over. Cut the flirting!!!”

“Sorrryyy, I can’t help it, it’s not my fault you’re practically perfect”

“I LOVE YOI SO MUCH STOP”

Sunday, 8:47 pm

“Oh my God, finally! I can’t believe it took you guys that long,” Madi exclaimed on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, he honestly kinda took me by surprise. I didn’t actually expect him to kiss me, but I had my suspicions,” you said, tucking yourself up in your covers in your soft bed.

“Tell me everything tomorrow at school, please! Also, do you think Nick and Chris knows?” Madi asked.

“Yeah, Nick texted me that Matt came home stumbling into the kitchen, yelling ‘I finally kissed her!’ and then proceeded to smile and ramble about the whole thing. His parents knows too,” you couldn’t help but blush at the imagination.

“Stop, that’s adorable. Anyways, I gotta go, I’m sorry! Tell me all about it tomorrow!” she said, the frown practically being audible.

“No it’s fine, Madi! I love you!” you said just before hanging up.

Monday, 12:21 am

“And then he asked me to kiss me again,” you giggled, taking a sip of your soda as you watched Matt turn beet red.

“Shut up, you’re embarrassing me,” he mumbled, playing with his lunch food as he looked down at you beside him. Chris was playfully hitting Matt’s shoulder, a proud expression on his faces, his mouth full of food. Nate was laughing at Chris, trying not to spit his food out.

“Finally! This was honestly painful. If only you knew how many times he came home just to ramble about you. Exhausting!” Nick sent a look to Madi who nodded, both smiling playfully at Matt. This made you blush, grabbing Matt’s hand under the table, looking up at him to smile softly.

“Well, he’s my boyfriend now, so you guys can stop complaining now,” you laughed, squeezing Matt’s hand. Matt sent a cheesy smile, giving your cheek a quick peck.

“Gross. At least don’t kiss during lunch,” Chris complained.

“Chris, shut up and eat your food with a closed mouth,” you mumbled, the whole table laughing at Chris’s offended expression.

Monday, 7:49 pm

“Matt, you’ve got to be kidding,” you laughed while yelling at Matt. You were walking on the sidewalk, the pouring rain rapidly soaking your shirt.

First he had suggested that you just took an uber home from the McDonald’s, but then he got the fantastic idea to walk instead. You liked the idea until it’s started raining heavily.

“Oh my God, my mom is gonna kill me,” Matt laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulder, looking down at you, completely drenched. In a white shirt, of course.

“Well, it was your idea!” you protested, crossing your arms because you got colder.

“Oh? So it’s my fault? You agreed to walk instead of taking an Uber!” he laughed, poking your cheek. You grabbed his finger with a soft smile, rolling your eyes at him.

“Stop fucking poking me, Matt” you lowered your voice, not letting go of his finger. He then eventually got free from your grip, intertwining his fingers with yours. He just smiled at you as an apology, and it sure as hell worked.

“Well, I’m enjoying myself. I like spending time with you, even if it’s in the pouring rain,” he shot a somewhat shy smile, his eyes darting between your eyes and your chest. He then eventually settled on your eyes, leaning closer to whisper in your ear.

“You’re so gorgeous, even completely soaked. I love you, you know that, right? I’m glad I decided to kiss you on that park bench,” he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, making you halt your walk.

“Oh stop it, Matthew, you’re making me flustered,” you blushed, covering your face in your hands.

“Hey, don’t do that, I want to see your pretty face, just like I told you!” he giggled, grabbing your hands to lower them from your face. You locked eyes with him, reaching for his now soaked hair to move it out of your way, pecking his forehead gently.

“I love you way more,” you cheekily smiled, the both of you continuing to walk, Matt’s arm around your shoulder, yours around his waist.

a/n: i’m screaminggngnnggg😕😕😕 chris fluff coming soon😈

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo

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wileys-russo · 10 months ago

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Could we please have some Millie bright content, if you still write for her? 🥹🥹🥹

somethin short and sweet for you nonny! masterchef II m.bright

"mills? babe i'm home!" you called out as the door clicked shut behind you, kicking off your shoes and hanging your jacket up, the house feeling a hundred degrees warmer than the bitter frost of outside you'd just trudged through.

you heard her before you saw her, footsteps making their way toward you as you were halfway done unwrapping your scarf when the blonde appeared.

"hello baby!" the familiar comfort of her northern accent warmed you just as much as the ac, her hands grabbing the scarf you were trying to untangle and using it to tug your body into hers making you laugh.

"i missed ya." the defender exhaled, wiggling your bodies as she squished you tightly before one hand grabbed your chin, tilting your head back as she ducked her own and sweetly pecked your lips a few times.

"is something cooking?" you questioned with a frown as you sniffed the air, stepping back as your girlfriend made quick work of removing your scarf and hanging it up for you. "yes! i have been cooking." millie beamed happily as you gave her a look of uncertainty.

ever since she'd felt a twang in her knee and been benched the poor girl was going absolutely stir crazy, only really leaving the house to attend games or rehab. which had lead to her trying to find any and every way to occupy herself while you weren't home to capture her attention and focus.

"okay..." you trailed off, your girlfriend scowling unhappily at your lackluster response. "whats that sposed to mean!" she huffed crossing her arms over her chest and staring you down. "you just aren't normally the cook in the relationship love, thats all." you replied gently, trying to approach it in the nicest way possible.

"thanks for the vote of confidence babe!" millie grumbled with a roll of her eyes. "i just have a big meeting tomorrow that i can't miss due to a case of mild to severe food poisoning, thats all." you smiled slyly ducking around her.

"oi! come here." you tried to take off but you weren't fast enough as her strong arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you off the ground. "millie your knee! put me down." you smacked her shoulder as she easily held you under her arm.

"its fine! you stress more than emma and thats saying something." her free hand connected with your bum as she carried you into the kitchen and dropped you down into a stool by the island.

"i stress because i care and i care because if you do your knee again and i have to play nurse for another few months i fear our relationship may not survive because you are a terrible patient!" you shook your head at the memory, trying to crane your neck up to see what she was cooking but to no luck as her body blocked the stovetop.

"i was not!" "oh yes you were. for the first couple weeks you refused to sit still, refused to do your exercises, drove your teammates up the wall with your sideline coaching, drove me up the wall with your inabiity to listen, you-" "yeah alright alright! jesus what is it pick on millie day?" your girlfriend scoffed and turned back to whatever was on the stove with a shake of her head.

"thats every day my love." you bit back with a grin as she turned to wag a finger in your direction. "cheeky girl." the blonde tutted grabbing you a glass of wine which you thanked her for with a kiss.

"you know i didn't mind that little nurses uniform you had, maybe i might have to hurt my knee again." millie grinned wolfishly as you smacked her shoulder. "maybe for your birthday if you're lucky bright." her face brightened at that as she darted back to the stove.

"so do i get to know whats on the menu? need to be able to tell the doctor the cause of death." you sipped at the wine with a smirk as millie turned around hands on hips.

"i slave away all day on a hot stove to cop this ungrateful soppy attitude, you're looking the right way to be dropped!" the defender waved a wooden spoon at you only furthering your grin, enjoying this switch in power dynamic as normally it was millies little teasing comments which grated at you.

"i'll make sure my next girlfriends a chef then." you continued to poke at her with a smile, the blonde now choosing to ignore you as she checked on something in the oven.

"go get out of my face and shower then!" the taller girl waved you off as you grinned, darting over to kiss her sweetly before retreating to the bathroom, still in the dark about what it exactly was you'd be eating.

showered and feeling much more relaxed you sent a message to rachel warning that if you and millie weren't heard from again the cause of death was her cooking. the girl sending back a series of concerned emojis promised to come up and visit soon as clearly if millie was cooking she was much more bored than originally thought.

"baby! foods done!"

tucking away your phone you tugged on a pair of uggs and wandered downstairs. "oh mills it looks lovely!" you complimented with a smile, the blonde having set the table up with candles and flowers.

"always five star service for you my girl." the defender beamed charmingly, pulling out and pushing in your seat for you, your hand balling her top and tugging her mouth down to meet yours for a moment.

"baby you really cooked all of this?" your eyes widened as millie brought the food to the table. "yes. this is garlic and cheese pull apart bread, this is a creamy tomato and chorizo rigatoni and i made sticky date pudding for later." millie recounted as she took her seat and your mouth formed a small o.

"how did you even-" "well most of the time when i'm home by myself its the middle of the day so the only thing on is cooking shows! so i've been watching a bunch of episodes and making myself lunch most days." millie started to explain as she dished you both up a portion.

"i've been doing my stretches by walking up to the corner store for anything i need, physio approved, and i've been trying to push myself out of my comfort zone and improve." the blonde pushed your plate back toward you with a shrug.

"millie, baby thats fucking amazing. why didn't you tell me!" you laughed in surprise as the girl shoveled in a mouthful of pasta with another shrug.

"wanted to surprise you with a nice meal and i know you've got that big meeting tomorrow and i didn't have rehab today, so seemed the right day to do it." your girlfriend swallowed her food and shot you a soft smile that made your heart melt.

"go on! eat it, see if its edible." the girl mocked with a roll of her eyes already nearly halfway through her own bowl. with much less hesitation than before you stabbed up a forkful and slipped it into your mouth.

your eyes widened even further as you chewed and swallowed, millis smile turning smug at your obvious reaction as you quickly took up another large mouthful and groaned happily.

"good then?" "delicious mills holy shit!"

"you know my love if football doesn't work out i think we've worked out your backup career." you complimented sincerely making her laugh as the oven dinged and she pushed her chair back.

"making you happy makes me happy gorgeous." the defender ducked down to kiss your cheek before hurrying to the oven to pull out her puddings as you shook your head in disbelief.

"you know baby i think i'll take my apology in the form of that little nurses costume tonight. all this cooking and cleaning suddenly has my knee playing up!" "you keep cooking like this for me masterchef and i'll wear whatever you want."

#woso #woso imagine #woso fanfics #woso x reader #millie bright x reader #millie bright #woso blurbs #woso community #engwnt

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rikisniffles · 2 months ago

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chapter fifteen[西村力] my first love was a boy ✧ NISHIMURA RIKI (NI-KI) X M!READER

SYNOPSIS — l/n y/n is a member of boynextdoor under hybe/koz. being an idol has always been y/n's dream, and ever since it became true he has been more than happy. despite being an idol, he doesn't know many other idols outside his group. when he runs into his seniors, a seemingly never-ending spiral of embarrassing moments occurs.

disclaimer !! : every idol in my stories is a character and does not always reflect the actual person (i do my best but for entertainment purposes, it may be off)

— fic masterlist / info

chapter fifteen - personal melatonin

warning: written part (1.1K), kinda angsty but not too much ni-ki just tired

You stand outside of Ni-ki's shared dorm, a plastic bag in your hand as you fidget with the other one. You have half the mind to knock politely, but you didn't want to wake up the rest of the apartment. You could text Ni-ki, but you already told him to leave the door unlocked. You internally punch yourself for overthinking.

After some internal hyping up, you turn the door handle quietly. It was unlocked. You hold your breath as you take a peek inside.

Most of the lights were off, save for the dim hallway light. Anxiety fills you as you realize you've never been in Ni-ki's room. All the doors were closed... and you had no idea which one was his. You stand cluelessly in the hallway. Your grip on the bag tightens.

A door opens from the hallway slowly. You expect it to be Ni-ki, but it's someone shorter.

Jay stumbles out of his room, running his fingers through his messy hair. His face contorts in confusion, standing up straight as he looks at you. He crosses his arms and leans against the door frame.

"You okay, Y/n?" He asked, looking down at the plastic bag in your hand.

You nod, "Where's Ni-ki's room?"

"Uh..." He blinks, pointing down the hall, "Right there. I think he's asleep—"

"I was just talking to him." You shrug, "Thank you." You bow, heading towards his room.

"Hey," Jay stops you. You turn around to listen better. "Not too late, okay? We got a full schedule tomorrow."

You nod politely, taking his words into account. He could've kicked you out, scolded you for being here so late, or got mad for waking him up. But he didn't. He knows Ni-ki is old enough to make his own decisions.

You open the bedroom door slowly, peeking your head in. You enter fully when you make eye contact with Ni-ki, who sits upright in his bed. He paused scrolling on his phone to smile at you.

"I brought food." You hold up the plastic bag, and his face drops.

"You didn't have to."

"I'd feel rude if I showed up with only something for myself." You step into the room, closing the door. "Eat it or don't, save it for later." You place the bag on the small table in the middle of the room. Ni-ki stands up, rubbing his eyes and taking a seat on his small couch.

You take the spot next to him, your legs brushing against each other. Ni-ki tells you about his day, telling you about practice and the rest of his full schedule. You reply back with your more lenient but still stressful schedule. With the whole comeback happening, you could really use a break like this. You loved your members, but being around the same six people every day could get tiring.

Ni-ki eats about half of his food before putting his utensils down and leaning back on the couch. "You okay?" You question, mirroring his actions.

"Tired." He rubs his eyes again.

You chuckle, reaching out to move the hair from his face. "I didn't have to come over, y'know?"

"I didn't want to waste my free time." He leans into your touch, opening his eyes to look at you. You crumble completely under his gaze. He notices this as you take your hand away. He leans his head further into the couch and pouts, "Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?" You respond. He sighs, his body sinking into the couch and closing his eyes. He ignored you.

"This couch is only comfortable when you're sitting..." He complains, stretching his back out as it cracks.

“That’s because you’re a giant with a small couch.” You roll your eyes with a chuckle.

“Don’t be mean.” He groans. His body falls against yours, leaning his weight on you. He bends to reach his head on your shoulder. It’s clear he’s not that comfortable. Despite that, he wants to be near you.

The muffled “I missed you.” confirms this. Ni-ki thought this went unheard, not bothering to repeat himself out of embarrassment. You heard it though, looking away as heat rises to your cheeks.

You clear your throat, “You should get some sleep.”

“No, no—” He sits up in a panic, “I’m awake, I can turn on the playstation, or we can just sit and talk—”

“Relax!” His shoulders fall as you place a comforting but stern hand on them. He sighs again as you talk, “You just need rest, Ki. You look exhausted.”

“I—” He pauses, “Yeah, I am.” He admits, leaning forward and resting his head in his hands. He rubs his temples with his fingers.

He freezes when you place a hand on his back, circling it with your palm.

“I’m tired too.” You sympathize, “I can’t get any sleep at home... Woonhak snores.” You half-joke. He does… loud. You can usually ignore it.

Ni-ki laughs, relaxing once again under your touch, “I don’t snore... You could always stay here.”

You remove your hand, caught off guard by the idea of a sleepover. Not just any sleepover, a sleepover proposed to you by your guy friend and hardcore crush.

And Ni-ki lied, he does snore.

Ni-ki was out almost instantly, like you were his personal melatonin. Like he had waited his whole life for you to just lay down next to him.

Despite your anxiety telling you to run far away from this situation, you decided to stay. Laying atop your friend's bed as stiff as a board, while he had squeezed himself closer to the wall to allow you more room. Only, it’s not easy sharing a bed made for one person with someone as tall as him. And someone who moves as much as him...

Even though you were facing the other way, you could feel him shift behind you. His snoring you could deal with; it wasn’t as loud as Woonhaks... and you didn’t want to admit you found it kind of endearing coming from him.

As you started drifting, a weight was placed against your waist. Your eyes shoot open in a panic as the soft weight turned to pressure around your body. You piece together your situation as your thoughts become less jumbled.

Ni-ki wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your back closer to his chest. He buries his head into your neck, inhaling sharply and then sighing against your skin. The sensation of his breath against your skin creates goosebumps as you shiver. Soon he lifts a leg over your body, completely trapping you in his grasp.

Your heart races, feeling a bit nauseous over the situation. You had a feeling this would happen. You heard he used to cuddle people in his sleep from his hyungs, who used that fact to embarrass him. However, he claimed he no longer did that. Guess he lied about that too.

Your heart rate slows down after a few minutes of anxiety. Exhaustion overtakes any other emotion you have. You fall into sleep, completely overtaken by Ni-ki's warmth and comfort.

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— koki's note ★ ; will be posting more consistent soon, i havent wrote anything in a while so i need yall to be paitent with me... anyways enjoy this sweet little chapter. also tags still not really working i apologize ive tried everything i think im just dumb as hell

edit. also just added a tag to these that u can follow to make it easier since my tags don't wanna work. won't work as well but you'll be able to see the recent stuff in 'latest' #myfirstlovewasaboy-rikisniffles

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nctsplug02 · 1 year ago

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mark lee smut wherein he's a soft dom who praises you for studying hard for your final exams. (also can you please add a sweet gesture). i sorta feel he's that type. thank you!

[10:46PM]

GENRE: fluff and smut | bad boy!mark + nerdy!reader.

WARNINGS: overworked reader, both protected and unprotected sex, condom usage, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, praising, cum eating, and kissing!

“wake up for me, baby.” your eyes weakly blink open when feeling soft kisses being pressed on your face.

your hair gets tucked behind your ear. “wake up, baby. cmon.” you grin when feeling your boyfriend slide his hands between your thighs.

“there’s that’s smile. i know you’re awake, baby.” you softly laugh and sigh, opening your eyes and seeing your boyfriend hovering above you.

your eyes fall onto your assignments and laptop on the coffee table in front of you, mark must’ve moved them aside.

“study till you knocked out, again?” you bite your lip and nod. “what’d i tell you ‘bout that?”

“i know and i’m sorry, mark. i just want to,” you sigh. “to get the assignment over with.” you shrug and frown.

mark licks his lips and presses another kiss on your forehead. “you’ve done all your best, baby. you need to give yourself a break, okay?”

you nod. “i know.”

“you’re an A plus college student, part time worker at a restaurant and full time nerd.” you scowl and look to the side while mark chuckles.

“i’m kiddinggg, baby!” mark drags it out and giggles.

he falls next to you and pulls on your thighs. “c’mere, baby.” you whine and toss your leg over his.

“you need some time away from studying.” he plays with your hair and twirls the soft lock around his finger.

“wanna go out tomorrow?” you bite your lip and him. “depends on where.” mark copies you but instead of biting his lip, he pouts and hums. “wherever you want to go, baby. i’ll take you wherever and whenever you wanna go.”

you smile and run your hands up his chest. “let’s..” you stretch and sigh. “hm. let’s go eat out tomorrow morning at the new restaurant that opened just down the street. i thinks it’s called moon.. moon— i don’t know but i looked at the menu and it looks delicious! i really want to try the food!”

“mhm, and what else, baby?” mark runs his hands down your hips and thighs. “after breakfast.. maybe we can go to the mall?”

mark bites his lips. “ya’ gonna get some new pretty sets?” you shrug and feel your cheeks heat up. “mm, maybe. maybe i’ll let you pick some out for me and i’ll give you a fashion show, hm?” mark groans and tosses his head back, his hands gripping tighter around your hips.

“what else, baby. tell me more.” mark practically begs.

“i’ll give you a little lap dance with the sets you picked out and i’ll maybe show you how we’ll they fit snuggly around my hips and my breasts.”

marks hands slide under your sweatshirt and under your bra. your bra slips over your breasts and he cups them. “fuck, baby!” mark groans and hisses when feeling your hard nipples.

“show me, baby. i wanna see a little demonstration.”

awhh, how you can’t say no to those precious beady eyes.

you giggle a little before ripping off your shirt and tossing it behind you. mark groans, again when seeing your tits bounce from your sweatshirt being slightly caught under your breasts.

slowly, you slip off of marks lap and you stand, slightly bent over just so your lips touch the shell of marks ear. “sit here like a good boy for me, baby.” you whisper.

before you stand straight, you slip your thumbs under the waist band of your gray shorts and you drag them down your legs until they pool around your feet.

“jesus, y/n.” mark whimpers under his breath and tosses his head back.

“look at me, mark. watch me.” mark brings his eyes to you and looks you up and down, slowly his mouth fills with drool.

your hand reaches back and your bra becomes undone. a small relieved sigh soothes out your nose when feeling the free feeling of your breasts being bra-less.

“n—no— no, stop,” you cross your arms and tilt your head. “no, baby. no— this is supposed to be about you, y/n.”

mark sits up and grabs your hand, softly rubbing circles on the back of your hand and sighing.

“i’m.. i’m work-free.. i’m not so stressed like you are with exams— let me take care of you tonight, baby.” you open your mouth to protest but mark yanks you on his lap. “please, baby.”

you bite your lip and sigh, unable to tear your eyes away from his pleading beady eyes. “okay, you can take care of me— only because i really am stressed and i really need your care taking right now.”

mark hugs you tightly and buries his face into your breasts. “i love you, baby.” he presses a loud kiss and pulls away.

“let me take care of you.” mark whispers and stands, his hands cupping your ass and making sure you’re secured and safe.

mark walks to the bedroom and kicks open the door, when near the bed, he lays you down softly. “you’re the most precious thing in the world.” mark says to you and presses a kiss on your nose as you giggle.

“cmon, mark.” you say with a hint of impatience.. as if you and mark didn’t have a quickie before he went out to play basketball with chenle who was growing impatient and spamming mark with missed calls and texts.

“i wanna take my time, baby. what’s the rush? we have all night, my love.” you nod and press your lips together.

mark softly laughs and sits up straight so that he isn’t hovering you so closely, he then reaches and flicks the lamp on so it’s on a dim level, just enough light to see each other. mark rips off his hoodie and pulls down his joggers, his boxers slightly following the joggers.

“fuck,” mark hisses at the aching pain in his cock that died to be touched.

mark shakes his head and clears his throat. he continues to undress himself from head to toe and when he reaches his glasses you sit up.

“no, keep them on.”

“but—“

your hand goes to his hand. “please.”

mark nods and pushes his glasses back up his nose bridge.

your eyes fall onto marks cock, his cock twitches and leans with precum. “mark, can i—?” you point to his dick but he shakes his head.

“tonight’s about you, remember.”

“but—“

mark leans closer and smiles. “just you tonight, baby. all you.”

“okay,” you nod.

mark grabs your thighs and yanks you until you’re flat on your back and your thighs are apart.

“so pretty..” mark mutters under his breath while looking down at your cunt as if it was treasure. “god.” mark runs his thumb down your slit.

you gasp lightly and your legs slightly move together. “nuh-uh, baby. keep’em open.” mark says as he gently pushes them back apart.

“m—mark.. this is embarrassing.” you say and then gasp when feeling mark slip his fingers into you. “what is?” your jaw is dropped but nothing comes out, instead you shake your head.

your eyes slowly shut when feeling pleasure take over your embarrassment. “oh, god, mark.” you softly hiccup gasps.

marks fingers still for a moment and then your eyes go wide.

“fuck!” you cry out and slightly sit up when feeling marks tongue on your clit.

you look down to see mark focused on your clit. his tongue lapping your juice and folds. mark squeezes his eyes shut when feeling your hand mess with his hair.

his fingers squeezing through your gummy walls, scissoring in and out, using his tongue to flick your clit.

“oh, mark.” you gasp, arching your back off the bed and digging your hips more into the mattress.

you could feel marks lips form into a smile when hearing your moans for him. your moans were absolute music to his ears.

the pleasure becomes overwhelming; his fingers thrusting in you while his tongue teases your clit.

your orgasm comes crashing on you within seconds. your moans fill up the moan and marks groans and giggles follow along.

mark pulls away— making sure he gives a good last nibble on your clit.

you whine at the sudden loss of being filled. “mmark,” you jut your lips and sit up.

“hmm?” he hums.

“you taste so fucking sweet.” mark groans while suckin’ on his fingers that were coated in your cum.

your eyes move to his shoulder which oddly flexes repeatedly. then your eyes trail down to see mark giving himself a few jerks.

mark reaches over you and opens the bottom drawer to his nightstand, he digs around until finally you hear a wrapper sound.

mark stands back on his knees and tears the corner of the condom wrapper.

your cunt drips from the sight of mark just sliding the condom on his cock.

“awh,” you whimper and shut your eyes. your pussy clenches around nothing but your fingers find your clit.

“nuh, uh.” mark grabs your hand and pushes you back onto your back. “mark!” you whine and he pushes your legs apart.

“what’s wrong, baby? you don’t want my dick?” you shake your head. “i do! i do!” you’re ashamed with how quick you answer.

mark chuckles and grabs your legs, he stacks your calves on his thighs and uses his cock to tease the entrance of your pussy.

“st—stop teasin’— oh!” you gasp as mark slips into you. with such ease. “what were you saying now?” you shake your head, pressing your lips together as you attempt to hide your whimpers.

“lemme hear you, baby.” mark says, burying himself more into you.

your jaw drops and moans spill out. “‘s right, baby. you sound so pretty.. so fucking pretty.” mark growls lowly and kisses you roughly.

you let out a small squeak when marks gold chain that you got him for your two year anniversary, smacks your chin.

“you feel so good, y/n.” mark whispers against your lips. “so fucking good.”

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

your eyes widen at the sudden alarm going off. mark stills and sighs, he reaches above you and presses ‘stop’ on your screen.

“m—mark, that’s my alarm— it—it’s a reminder to finish my summative project due for criminal justice class.”

“baby,” mark frowns. “can we put school work side? i mean, get that it’s finals but baby, you’re overworking yourself and it.. it sucks. i hate seeing you all worked up over these finals— why’d you have to pick the hardest classes?”

you laugh.

“im serious, babe.”

“okay, im sorry,” for laughing at least.

mark clenches his jaw and digs his nails into your hips, a whine breaks from your throat. you then gasp when mark pulls out of you and flips you onto your stomach.

doggy style— marks favorite position.

mark yanks your hips up and props you on your knees and chest. “ma—mark—?!” mark spanks you and you jerk forward but mark quickly yanks your hips back into his cock is rammed into your cunt.

“shut up.” he says.

cries fill up the room as mark fills you up perfectly and repeatedly. “o—ooh, god!” mark tangles his fingers in your hair and he pulls your head back.

your eyes find marks angry face before shutting for a swift moment.

your heavy head drops and your body falls limp as marks tip fucks you in the right places.

“ya’gonna listen to me, baby?” mark says.

“ya’gonna be a good girl and listen to me, baby?” you nod, softly humming. “good.. good,” mark says lowly and brushes the hair out of your hair, gathering all your sweaty locks and pushing the to one side.

mark leans closer but continues to rock his hips against yours. “don’t wanna see you overworking yourself, again, alright?” you nod, barely processing what he’s just said.

“you’re so good for me, baby.” he coos. “look at my little nerd.. so worried about her classes that she isn’t focused on me fucking her like the princess pillow she is.” mark plants a kiss on your shoulder.

“maarrkk,” you whine, trying not to laugh at marks praises.

“what, hm? my pretty little baby gettin’ shy?” mark chuckles, “i love you a lot, y/n. a lot, a lot.” a smile breaks on your face. “i love you, too.” you whisper back. “a lot, a lot.”

“i love seeing how hardworking you are, how determined you are so get things done by the minute. it makes me the proudest boyfriend ever.” you could hear the smiles on marks face— you could even see it from behind.

mark nibbles on your neck and presses a kiss on the spot he’d just nibbled on. “i’m so proud of you, baby. so proud.” he whispers the last line softly.

“m—mark?” you whisper swiftly.

“mhm?” mark hums softly and runs his hands over your curves and soft skin.

embarrassment rushes over you before you can even ask your question. “can you c—cum.. in me?”

a bubble of excitement pops in mark and he pushes himself back into his knees so he isn’t limp over your back.

“want me to cum in ya, baby?” you nod, whimpering as you do. “use your words, baby. ask it, again for me.” you chew on your bottom lip.

“can you please.. please cum in me, mark?” mark groans and leans forward, taking a bite from your shoulder. “that’d be a fucking honor to, baby.”

mark slips out of you and strips off the condom, he tosses it aside and slowly slips back into you. the two of you moan together, harmonizing.

“this feels so much better,” mark sighs. “doesn’t it, baby?” mark reads your expression from your side profile. “s—soo much better.” your eyes rolled back and a lazy grin on your face.

mark rocks his hips and starts off slow. and by the second, his pace picks up and his skin slaps against yours.

“give it to me, mark. please, i deserve it.” you plead desperately. “i’ve worked hard, mark, please.”

with your desperate pleads, it doesn’t take mark long until he releases his load into you.

mark pulls out after a few seconds and ejaculates the rest on your ass. with low and whiny groans, mark sits back on his feet and huffs and puffs.

mark holds his cock by the base in one hand and with his free hand, he smacks another handprint on your ass. you don’t even react, too busy recovering from your orgasm.

“geez, baby.” mark sighs and scoops a line of cum onto his finger pads, he turns you over and sticks his fingers on your tongue and down your throat.

you moan around his digits and mark watches with a slightly dropped jaw.

mark pulls his fingers away from your mouth and cups your face, he leans down and smashes his lips onto yours. the salty bitter reaches marks taste buds and mark groans, pulling away with a slightly disgusted face.

“did i.. do good, mark?” mark runs his thumb over your bottom lip and he smiles. “you did more than good, baby. you did amazing.” mark gives you another kiss and sighs.

“would you prefer a shower or a bath?” mark asks.

you sigh, “i’m worn out,” you toss your arm over your forehead. “let’s just take a quick shower, yeah?” mark nods. “whatever you want, baby.”

you giggle when mark picks you up and carries you to the bathroom.

let’s just say, you never studied until you passed out, again.

or did you?

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rafecameronsmistress · 2 years ago

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On Display

[description] fem reader x rafe cameron

[summary] you spend another night at the cameron’s, this one ended differently

[cw + tw] 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut, pov masturbation, exhibitionist, invasion of privacy

[authors note] feedback & requests always welcome

WARNING ADULT CONTENT AHEAD

Enjoy 🖤

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after a nasty fight with your parents you decided to pack a bag and call your best friend Sarah Cameron

you grew up with Sarah, her parents and Wheezie loved you and had given you refuge from your home life many of times

her brother, Rafe, never really showed interest, he was never mean or dismissive to you but never bothered to hold a conversation

when you got to Tanny it was dinner time, there was a giant steak dinner sprawled across the table, everyone was sitting in their place fixing themselves a plate

you kick off your sandals at the door and give a small wave

“are you hungry honey?” Ward asked, you nodded, “good, come eat!” he invites

you put your duffel bag down next to their giant staircase, wash your hands at their fancy kitchen sink, then sit in an empty chair

Rose passes you each component of dinner “you okay sweetheart?” she sighs “yeah, you know how my parents are, just another Wednesday night” you say looking down at your plate

The Cameron’s talk about their days, they ask Wheezie about school, and talk to Sarah and Rafe about business

You eat in silence not wanting to intrude on family time although they always treat you like one of their own

You notice a few times Rafe gazing in your direction, the look in his eyes is something new, maybe he’s high, it is Rafe we’re talking about

He catches you staring back and gives a light smile then returns to his food

Once everybody is finished eating you help clear the table and pick up the kitchen

Rafe and Wheezie take off upstairs, Sarah stays to help

Ward takes a stack of plates from your hands “guests don’t clean” he smiles, although you felt more like their fourth child at times

You sit down at the island, your legs are barely long enough to reach the foot rest so you cross them instead, you chat with Sarah and Rose about life

Rafe finds his way back into the kitchen, “dad are we going out on the boat tomorrow?” he asks “yeah kid we can do that, try to be up a little earlier than 2pm though” Ward says, Rafe let’s out a small laugh

When you look in his direction you catch him staring again, this time it was at your legs, then up toward your chest

Is Rafe Cameron seriously checking me out right now? or am i crazy?

You pretend not to see him and adjust your shirt so your v-neck lowers a bit, you notice him run his fingers through his hair and then lightly shake his head, he then retreats back to his bedroom

After a few hours of good conversation everybody starts making their way up to bed, you grab your bag and find ‘your’ bedroom

Closing the door behind you, you let out a deep breath, you feel refreshed staying here

The bed is luxurious, you can’t wait to get in it and relax

You undress and slip on your oversized pink OBX t-shirt and a new pair of underwear to sleep in

You quickly wash your face and brush your teeth then quite literally jump into bed

Aimlessly scrolling social media you realize it’s 1am and should probably go to bed, you plug your phone in and curl up with the soft comforter

Unable to sleep you stare at the wall for what feels like forever, you become bored with your own thoughts, and decide to attempt to make yourself tired the only way you know how

Kicking the blanket down past your knees you spread your legs and allow your fingers to explore

You lift your shirt with your free hand and massage your breast, occasionally brushing past your nipple

Your thoughts run wild, the cute boy you saw at the mall, your favorite celebrity, and Rafe?

Stopping yourself you look around the room in confusion, why am i thinking about Rafe? it feels wrong but i think i like it

You lift your hips and remove your panties, your fingers return to your clit, rubbing in circles

Remembering the time you saw Rafe walking to his room from the shower, hair still wet, his v-line poking out from his towel, and the way he shyly smiled at you when your eyes wandered down his body

Your fingers move faster, one slips inside your pussy, wishing it was his

Another finger finds its way inside, you try to keep quiet but let out a small whimper

Moving your hips to your own rhythm, your mouth falls open and you play with your hard nipples

Letting out an accidental moan you open your eyes in fear someone could hear you, and someone did, Rafe

He’s sitting in the chair across from the bed watching you, you quickly pull your wet fingers from your pussy and attempt to cover up in embarrassment

“Please, continue” he says in a low voice smirking, he must have heard you in the hallway and listened through the door, and when that became too much he snuck in, invading all of your privacy

This is what you wanted though right? you were imagining his fingers inside you caressing all the right spots

As you continue to stare at him like a deer in head lights and let’s out a small laugh “go on” he says adjusting his erection

You were still embarrassed, your cheeks ran hot, but your mind went wild with this idea of him watching

Kicking the blankets back down you run two fingers up and down your soaked slit stopping at your clit to massage

Rafe’s eyes were full of fire as his chest began rising and falling rapidly, watching you do what he so badly wanted to

You lift your shirt again exposing your perfect tits, putting your whole body on display for him

He puts his hands behind his head and enjoys the show

Your right hand moves down to your tight hole and slips it’s fingers back inside, you hum at the feeling, with your left hand being free you bring it to your clit quickly moving side to side

Rafe pulls at his pants, they’re growing tighter every second

Penetrating yourself while simultaneously kneading your sensitive bud begins to send you over the edge

Your breathing becomes labored and breathless moans fall from your mouth

Your walls clench tight around your two fingers and you pick up the pace on your clit

“i’m cumming” you whisper, Rafe sits forward in the chair completely engulfed in your heat

Your body trembles, your pussy pulses, your clit begs for mercy

You lay there attempting to catch your breath, a soaking wet mess in front of him

He stands up and adjusts his pants again, you can see his entire print through them, he’s big

“Sorry i didn’t knock” he chuckles exiting the room

You stare up at the ceiling in denial of everything that just happened, did you really just fuck yourself in front of Rafe Cameron?

You roll over and get comfortable, exhausted and ready for sleep, you smile knowing that Rafe is going to his room to get himself off with the thought of you

#fanfic #obx fanfiction #outer banks #fem reader #obx smut #rafe cameron #smut #obx rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #outer banks smut #rafe smut

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28/07/2024. Bonjour à tous, am I glad to see the weekend, when I can relax! I was at Paris on Monday, Troyes to see the cardiologist on Wednesday and for a transfusion at Troyes on Thursday afternoon. There were two pieces of good news, no lymphoma in my bone marrow 😁 and I don’t have to see the cardiologist again until next year 😁😁. Everything else is still the same but the doctor did say it was too early for the new treatment to be effective.

This coming week it’s another three days of hospital visits, two of which are to Paris! Not only will I have transfusions on Monday but I will also be having my third round of treatment. Hope they give me a bed as I think I will be snoozing a lot of the time.

A young driver took me for my appointment on Wednesday (he’s about 25 years old), he always plays great tracks in the taxi, Supertramp, that sort of thing. Well he only played this song: “Come And Get Your Love” by Redbone. As I quietly sang along I wondered what year it was released, thinking to myself not that far back really. It was released in 1974, that nearly blew my socks off! Have a listen to it, it’s stuck in my head now. My second song for this music spot was one I could hear playing in the background of the Olympic Opening Ceremony, it was from the Europop section and although the commentator was talking all over it, I was still transported to holidays and particularly discos. The year this song was released was 1980, it’s “Spacer” by Sheila & B Devotion.

I asked Monique to do the bulk of my shopping and Anie bought my fruit and vegetables. Anie has also been and collected my prescription. It’s great to have such good friends and I was happy to have lots of tasty food. I hope my body appreciated the fish/chicken/vegetables and fruit I have been feeding it 😂.

Oh my goodness I took the plunge and messaged my cleaning lady to see if she had a couple of hours free. Horror of horrors she didn’t and also said that she was having health problems of her own. Now what am I going to do? Accept the offer from Monique or see if my friends know any other person. I have already mentioned it to Anie.

I must just rectify an omission from last weeks blog, “The Trainee Solicitor” sat an exam at the course he did at the University. He said at the time he hoped he had done enough to pass it and he obviously had! Great result passing the exam, just checks to be made and then he will be a fully fledged Solicitor. I remember my godmother telling me it was years of hard work to attain that position and he has put in the time and effort. Well done that man!

“The Recovery Coordinator” started her working week with a severe migraine! Not a good way to start, then she had a couple of nightmarish days at work, that doesn’t help either. After spending some time with my grandchildren and their Daddy this weekend she was going to catch up with the Olympics. It’s the F1 from Spa-Francorchamps today, a circuit I would have liked to visit. Don’t think it’s on free to view tv so for me it will be the Olympics (once I have prepared myself for tomorrow).

“The Photographer” has had his children for one week of their summer holidays. My granddaughter attended a football day, she gave it a thumbs up but when asked if she wanted to go the following day she said no. They attended a local football match (grandson included) both wore ear defenders as the last time she went to a match she wanted to leave as it was too noisy. Fingers crossed they are having four nights in a camper van this week, it is greatly anticipated by the three of them and I think it will be a memorable experience.

“The Traînée Solicitor” was pleased to hear my health news as it means that he can come out and visit me. I did say that he has to be careful hugging me as I am only fragile now, hopefully he will remember that 😉. I am really excited about seeing him too, it’s been over a year. I had hoped to be visiting him but as we all know, life has a habit of throwing a curved ball occasionally.

The photographs this week are of a champagne village which has at its heart an amusement park, Nigloland.

My garden is very neglected but I am unable to get out there and sort it out. Looking back at photos of previous years it looked so lovely and I am hoping that it will again.

The car has only been moved out of the garage once in the last goodness knows how many months. I would like to bring it out today but as it is more than two days since my last transfusion I had better leave it until I get back from Paris on Tuesday.

I have finished crocheting the blanket, I think it will do for a new baby and as a pram blanket (do people still buy prams?)

I am having a clear out of bedding, and clothes that no longer fit me. I think I will let go of some jumpers and t shirts too. I bought a few new clothes last year but they too are too big for me now. I really need some new shoes but will have to wait for those I think.

As it is a busy day for me, I think I had better make a start!

Have a good week until next week 😁.

#barsuraube #troyes #paris #olympics #nature #france #photography #70’s music #80’s music #holidays #trees #crafts #family #friends #livingthedream

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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 5 months ago

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Art by Fair Trade Frame of Mind by Duy Huynh

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My boyfriend had been dead four minutes and I was asleep when he my nudged my arm. Baby, he said, I have something to tell you.

Oh, God, I said, seeing him on the edge of my bed, knowing there was a snowstorm between us…knowing he was sick, and of course just KNOWING what this could possibly mean.

This can’t be good, I said out loud – and then the phone rang and really woke me up. His daughter told me, in between sobs, that he had died in the middle of the snowstorm that had kept us apart, and in a moment I was the wife answering the door, the widow without a ring on Christmas morning.

After his funeral, where people I had never met lined up for blocks, wrapping around a small church he never attended - when my friends were getting high in the living room of Virginia’s apartment, I went to lay down, and that’s when he came to me again, gently waking me up, his hand on my forearm.

Music was playing in the other room, the notes gently sliding under my bedroom door - Talking Heads singing same as it ever was, while my friends laughed and cried in the background.

Baby, he said, with his ocean eyes - I have some things to tell you.

He had come to say goodbye, so excited by death he could barely contain himself, and it felt rude to me at the time - me so young in grief, and him so free and happy in this other world that did not yet belong to me, but he explained the dead don't feel grief the same way.

He was kneeling on the floor like he could stay, then sitting on my bed with his legs crossed, and then he told me he couldn’t stay, that this would be our last communication.

When I met this man, we danced a lot. Mostly slow dancing as a prelude to wet, to hard, to flames that licked both our bodies when we got near each other. Sounds came out of the deepest part of me that never left my body when I had been with other men.

I entered my Billie Holiday and Louis Armstrong period beside him, a period I never returned from. We danced to All of Me in my kitchen while I was cooking, my garlic fingers wrapped around his neck.

Her one perfect octave like a songbird entering the all of us.

Love spills.

Love sings.

Love is always a prelude to grief, because if we didn’t love so hard, if we didn’t jump into the fire with all our clothing on, we would never have scars to show for the love when it leaves us.

His breath, when it mingled with mine always smelled of cigars and onions and tomorrow.

After he explained the great forgiveness, after he explained God by not explaining God in the way any of us would expect (he had been an atheist) - after showing me the doorways of death, and how magnificent what was behind each door, he had one last message for me, and today I give that message to you:

He said....music is the language between all the worlds.

And just like that, he was gone, no notes lingering in the air, no hum, no lullaby, no Billy Holiday crooning take all of me.

Just gone.

Today I want to remind you that it's through music we reground, we enter love, we discover our voices. Through music we grieve, reemerge and sometimes rage.

The mockingbird serenaded my lovemaking with another man ten years later, when my thighs learned to sing again.

Songs come from the whales, the songbirds, the frogs and the crickets, the earth. Langston Hughes said, I’ve been waiting long for an earth song.

Maya Angelou tells us why the caged bird sings.

The ancient text of the Perek Shirah, literally means "a Chapter Of Song," reminding us that everything on the earth has a voice, and sings in exultation, not just for mating, or to find food, but in exultation.

I’m inviting you to listen, to sing, and in doing this, to find your voice. This wonderful man, so many years ago, helped me find my voice when it had been silenced for most of my life.

We are in extraordinary times, my friends, and we are all waking up. A lovely Israeli woman staying in my home for four days said she’s standing in the question now, wondering if the song she has been singing her whole life might belong to someone else - perhaps it’s time for her to find her own notes.

This life may at times feel like a nightmare we want to wake from, and that’s because we are literally in between worlds, the old world and the new world, and that liminal space sometimes feels disorienting.

It’s as if we are dying - and in that death of our old selves we must find our voices, our new song - a new way of moving through a new world we can all create together.

One note, one bar, one refrain at a time.

❤

(Laura Lentz)

#stories #words and writing #music #reading and writing #Laura Lentz

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dreamhot · 1 year ago

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oh god are you still can't leave??

oh fuck NO SORRY YES I AM HOME NOW !! but it /did/ take almost two extra days for that to happen 💀💀 here's a little summary of how our flights went down:

wednesday, may 31st: departure flight @ 12pm(ish). around 8am, they tell us the flight has been cancelled due to technical issues. fortunately, they find a new plane within the hour and the original flight proceeds as expected

saturday, june 3rd: air canada warns us that there Might be issues with our return flight on sunday and offers us the chance to change our tickets. we don't, because it's not like any of the alternatives would be any better

sunday, june 4th: returning flight @ 915am. as we're waiting at the boarding gate less than an hour before the flight, we're informed it's been cancelled due to crew constraints. the rebooking this time is for 245pm... on june 6th, two days from then. i'd booked off monday to recuperate, but i was supposed to be back to work by tuesday

recourse - air canada gives us a free night in a nearby hotel and twenty bucks each for food (whee). they tell us to come back tomorrow (the monday) to see if there's any new flight availability, and if not, they'll give us another hotel voucher. the hotel was gorgeous and the staff there were awesome and we got a fancy meal, so that was a plus at least

monday, june 5th: we return to the airport in the morning before hotel checkout just in case we need to keep the rooms. somehow, they've found four spaces on a 230pm flight. we're all suspicious but like, okay cool! we take the tickets, check out of the hotel, and come back to the airport to wait. early afternoon, the flight gets delayed to 430pm. no one is shocked, whatever. 408pm, the flight is cancelled. again. everyone in the terminal is basically laughing at this point (i went to the bathroom to have a mini breakdown cos i was SO fucking tired and it was like I AM NEVER . GETTING HOME)

fortunately they found a new flight for 445pm, but the crowds were so whack that it took forever to sort who'd be flying that evening and who got bumped to the next day. by the time the plane left, it was after 6pm, and considering time zones, i got back home around 930pm monday night ... to go back to work for 9am the next day

AS IT STANDS, air canada ostensibly has a policy that enables you to seek compensation for cancellations or delays to your travel, with the amount varying based upon how long you waited. for 9+ hour delays, you're supposed to get $1000 - if it's AC's fault. and given that the reasoning behind the cancellations was plane shit and crew constraints, i'd wager that's ENTIRELY their fault, considering that they're a cost-cutting piece of shit company that refuses to fairly compensate their employees and ensure adequate staffing

so yeah ! that went on longer than i expected but it felt nice to write down the whole sequence of events. please keep your fingers crossed for me as i would LOVE to have my trip entirely paid off by AC for their dumbfuck incompetency

#for the record: all individual AC employees i dealt with were totally great #ik it's not THEIR fault that their parent company is garbage #i just wish i could smack whichever execs are responsible for this shit #the pearson has been a nightmare and there are SO many cancellations #idk how they're running a business like this #smile.ask #anon

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sun-daisies · 1 year ago

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fic snippet | stranger things | in the half light we're free chapter 3

since ao3 is down for who knows how long I figured I’d dig through some abandoned wips and post some snippets of fics I love but never got to share. feel free to do this too - we can keep each other going until ao3 is back up and running!

By the time junior year is over and the summer sun is blazing over Hawkins once again, Robin realizes that she doesn’t remember much of high school.

She’s three-quarters of the way done with what she’s always been told are some of the best years of her life, and she doesn’t remember a single noteworthy thing she’s done. She doesn’t have a best friend, she’s never actually kissed anyone (not that anyone she would even want to kiss would have any interest in her), she’s barely done anything worth noticing. Sure, she does band, but other than that she blends into the background, keeps her head down and survives by the skin of her teeth. And that’s a choice she made, because she knows that whoever used to say that high school was the best time clearly peaked in high school, and she knows that she is not meant to peak in high school. The world is huge and there’s so much to see, so many people to meet, so many cultures to learn about and places to explore. And she knows she is not meant for East Bumfuck Indiana, where the men are sexist assholes and the women are God-fearing homophobes, where the most interesting thing you can do is go to the stupid new mall and watch capitalism and corporate greed push poor people further into poverty and rich people higher up in the food chain.

But maybe somewhere deep in her chest she’s a little sad about it - the whole “dissociating through high school” thing, not the mall thing, though that kinda sucks too - because maybe deep down, she wishes she didn’t have to hide.

(Maybe deep down, she resents the parts of herself that make it so necessary.)

“Are you doing the paper route again this year?” her mother asks her with a raised eyebrow the second she gets home from her last day of junior year.

“Nice to see you too,” Robin snarks back, dampening her frustration with a tight-lipped smile meant to read as humor.

Her mother’s upper lip twitches, and Robin knows it didn’t land. “Don’t be a smart ass. What about the movie theater?”

Robin kicks her shoes off by the door and scoops them back up as she starts up the stairs. “I dunno, I haven’t decided yet.”

“Robin!” Her mother appears at the bottom of the stairs as Robin makes her way to the top. She stops, turning around, swallowing an annoyed groan that rises in the back of her throat.

“Yeah Mom?” She plasters on a fake smile.

“I told you to start applying a month ago.”

“Yeah, well, I forgot.” Only half true. Several newspaper clippings of help wanted ads sit on her desk collecting dust for the past month, a daily reminder that she kept pushing aside because her brain couldn’t send the signal to her fingers to dial the damn numbers to call. Benny’s Burgers, the grocery store, Palace Arcade, Family Video, and the community pool (ick) are all hiring - she knows because she bikes past them every day, she sees the help wanted signs in the window. And it would be so easy to just stop in on her way home, smile and introduce herself and ask for an application, but she just couldn’t. She’d do it tomorrow when it felt right. And then tomorrow became tomorrow became tomorrow became the weekend and then suddenly a month passed her by and now she’s jobless for the summer. “I’ve been busy.”

Her mother sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. Disappointment, frustration, thinly veiled anger. “Tomorrow morning, you are getting off your ass and not coming home until you get a goddamn job, you hear me Robin?”

Robin leans against the wall, crossing her arms, eyes trained on the ceiling. “Yeah Mom. Will do.”

“Try the new mall. I bet they pay a little more than those Mom and Pop places.”

“Okay Mom.”

“And you’re at the age where you need to start putting money away if you want to go to college, so you’re going to want higher paid hours and as many of them as you can get this summer.”

Her stomach churns. “Yeah, I know Mom.” Maybe if her paychecks didn’t go towards the damn bills, she’d have a better shot at college.

As if her mom could read her mind, she says; “It’s just been such a strain since your father passed. He’d want you to help your dear mother out, you know.”

“Dad would want to spend the whole summer reading books on the front lawn,” Robin grumbles to herself before she can stop it. She grimaces, regretting it instantly; it’s not that she doesn’t want a job, she does, she knows she needs one and she had full intentions of getting one, it just… got away from her. And something about her mother’s nagging feels like nails under her skin and suddenly there was no way she could bring herself to even consider it.

If looks could kill, her mother would have stabbed her right through the chest. “Richard wouldn’t want you becoming a couch-surfing deadbeat,” she fires back. “I don’t know why you insist on spending your entire life with your head in the clouds but the real world is out there, not in your head.” She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose again like the whole thing’s giving her a migraine. “Of course, he’d spoil you rotten and then leave me to deal with it.”

“That’s not fair, I was going to-” Robin starts to argue, but she cuts herself off before the words tumble out uncontrollably and dig her grave, rolling her eyes instead. “You know what? Nevermind.” Whatever she says won’t ever be the right answer, the right response, so there’s no point in trying. Especially not when there’s a fire in her chest and a lump in her throat. Her feelings always come out all wrong, and they’re too big and they get in her way and she can’t regulate them, especially not with Melissa Buckley. “I’ll go tomorrow. Okay? Happy?”

She doesn’t wait for an answer before spinning on her heel and slamming her bedroom door behind her.

The very first thing she decides when she sets foot in Starcourt Mall the next morning is that she really, really hates the mall.

The lights are so loud and there’s too many indistinguishable noises all meshing together and scraping every inch of her brain raw. And there’s so many people, so many bodies passing her every second, pushing past as they walk with purpose, knowing exactly where they’re going and hardly even seeing that she’s in their way while she tries to get her bearings.

Eventually she makes her way to the mall directory, where she starts to mentally cross some stores off her list. Jazzercise, no thank you; Starcourt Cinemas, been there, done that; Herman’s World of Sporting Goods, sounds like the perfect spot to be absolutely ripped apart by entitled men, and quite frankly she’d rather slam her tongue in a car door. Her best bet looks like clothes or food, and the food court seems like it’d be the easiest to knock out a bunch of applications in a row and cross her fingers, so that’s where she heads.

She leaves the mall hours later with a gaudy sailor outfit and a cone of very berry sorbet.

And on the very first day, none other than Steve “The Hair” Harrington shows up five minutes late to training and Robin decides that it’s going to be a long summer.

Except… it isn’t.

Because this isn’t Steve “King of Hawkins High” Harrington. This isn’t Steve “Bagel Crumbs All Over the Floor” Harrington. This isn’t Steve “Pretentious Asshole Douchebag” Harrington. This is Steve, the shining example of “peaked in high school.”

This… this is pathetic.

What a dingus. An absolute moron pathetic asshole dingus. She almost feels bad for him. Imagine peaking in high school. At least she’s still at the very bottom of the barrel - nowhere to go but up from here, her life hasn’t even started yet. His life ended at 18 with a grad cap, and he’s still here in the town he grew up in, scooping ice cream for a living with absolutely no upward trajectory. What a loser.

Except… she’s wrong. Again.

Steve Harrington has a pretty damn good sense of humor, and he gets hers, too. Steve Harrington is a babysitter for kids too old to need one - and when she realizes that he’s actually friends with the middle schoolers, it makes her absolutely giddy.

And then for the first time ever, Hawkins Indiana becomes interesting.

It starts with what sounds like some Russian nursery rhyme a strange child somehow managed to get a hold of, and playing along with the boys’ elaborate game of James Bond because it’s at least somewhat entertaining.

It turns into evil Russians torturing her and Steve underneath the capitalist central in their boring no-name hometown, a gaggle of badass fighter children (one of which has superpowers, because of course she does), and a massive spider monster composed of the congealed remains of what used to be human beings (ew).

Somewhere in there, there’s drugs and stars on the ceiling and lying on the bathroom tile. There’s confessions and silence and the thrumming of her racing heart in her chest. There’s Steve Harrington, with somehow still perfect hair that defies all laws of physics and a swollen eye and soft smile curving his bloodied lips when he tells her that Tammy Thompson is a total dud.

(“I’m sorry, who are you?”

“I’m Robin, I work with Steve.”)

At the end of the longest night of her life there’s ambulances and firetrucks and she signs a handful of legal documents that she doesn’t actually read (maybe she’ll regret that later but her head’s throbbing and the edges of her vision are blurry and she’s pretty sure she’s not even in her own body right now). The redhead girl is quiet and sullen and the Black kid is glued to her side, the superpowered one sitting numbly on her other side. Robin finds herself as far from the others as she can get, sitting on the curb with her knees tucked up to her chest, eyes unfocused as she stares at an arbitrary spot on the ground.

Steve drives her home. Her mom isn’t even home. She probably didn’t even notice that Robin was gone.

She stands by her previous statement. She really, really hates the mall.

The following days, Robin dreams in fluorescent technicolor, pyrotechnics and blood and blood and blood; Slavic muttering and shimmering metal blades. When she wakes she swears she smells rotting flesh and peppermint stick ice cream, and it takes several minutes to get her heart to stop racing in her chest, for her brain to convince the rest of her body that it’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not.

The following weeks, the world turns in slow motion, the people of Hawkins shaking their heads and muttering about the mall - what a shame - completely unaware of the actual horrors that went down. With every shift in the ground, every sudden noise, Robin finds herself on edge, her stomach churning and her heart racing. And then there’s guilt eclipsing it all, a weird little tugging in her chest because she didn’t realize this was happening she’s never fought a monster like they have she was once ignorant to it all while they saved the world.

The Russians didn’t beat her the way they bludgeoned Steve. God. Steve.

Steve “The Hair” Harrington is Robin’s first ever real friend since Barb and the irony is not lost on her.

Steve’s heart is so much bigger than she ever gave him credit for and he’s so much kinder than she probably deserves. The night it went down he slips his number in the palm of her hand and asks, “keep in touch?” with a look on his face that makes her heart melt, that of a lost puppy. One week later she finds herself slipping through his bedroom window, running on three hours of sleep in four days and desperate for air.

“We all struggled after the first time,” he tells her gently, tracing little shapes on her arm as she leans into his side, craving the warmth. “I still have sleepless nights.”

This feels selfish, she almost wants to say, but she’s not quite sure if she means her own Upside-Down induced anxiety or how comfortable she feels with him, how easy they settle together. Like two sides of the same coin, or birds of a feather, or whatever they say. It’s so natural, it’s too good to be true. She thinks of him as “her Platonic-with-a-capital-P soulmate” and she thinks she’s the most selfish person in the world for it.

“My mom’s up my ass about getting another job,” she says in the darkness one night when neither of them can calm their racing thoughts. “How ‘bout yours?”

He shifts uncomfortably. “I don’t think she has any idea what happened.”

And it occurs to her that she’s only ever seen his Beemer in the driveway. “Have you applied anywhere yet?” she asks, quickly steering away from the subject.

He shakes his head. “Not yet.” He hesitates. “Maybe… we could find something together?”

She smiles. “Yeah. I have a list of places we could try.”

The kids follow him from Scoops Ahoy to Family Video, and soon Robin gets to know all of them too - Dustin she already knew, because he worships the ground Steve stands on, but then Mike and Will and Lucas and Max and El come along soon after.

And she quickly realizes why Steve’s friends with so many children, because she grows attached to them all so much faster than she’d like to admit. She cares about with every piece of her soul, so much it fucking hurts sometimes, because as much as she desperately wants this there’s no way she deserves it, there’s no way they’d ever like her if they knew the real her. But try as she might she can’t shake them off, and she thinks it all might be real this time. The small redhead in particular takes a liking to her, and she thinks she might have her own little Dustin.

Max lingers in the store from the moment their shifts start until the second they close some days, eyes lost and haunted though she camouflages with a wry smirk and quick witted snark. Monday nights Robin has the closing shift by herself and Max settles into her usual spot at the counter, and sometimes she cracks jokes or complains about the boys and sometimes she’s just quiet. It’s somehow been a month since Starcourt and Max is stone-faced and silent, not even cracking a smile at Robin’s lame jokes. As Robin flips the sign to ‘closed,’ Max quietly gathers her stuff, slinging her backpack on one shoulder as she makes for the door.

“Hey,” Robin says gently. “I’m starving, and ever since… you know… I hate going out by myself. Kinda freaks me out.” It’s not even a lie. Max regards her with guarded curiosity. “Wanna grab some pizza and watch a movie or something?”

“Are horror movies out of the question?” Max asks.

Robin narrows her eyes. “Which horror movie?”

“Alien?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Why not?” Max pouts like a child and Robin almost caves. Almost.

“You mean that movie with the big freaky alien creature that looks exactly like the one we just faced last month?” Robin shakes her head. “I just started sleeping again.”

Max frowns. “Poltergeist? Friday the 13th? Nightmare on Elm Street?”

“As long as it doesn’t have creepy monster alien creatures, it’s fair game. Deal?” Robin tilts her head towards the stack of movies on the counter. “Bonus points if you take it from the restock pile so I have less work to do.”

To her surprise, Max ends up picking The Godfather. “There weren’t a ton of options in the restock pile,” she claims, but Robin reshelves Psycho, The Shining, and The Exorcist so she takes it with a grain of salt.

Robin blinks and suddenly it’s the first day of school, and her mother is shouting at her from the bottom of the stairs to get her ass out of bed and out the door. She blinks again and the summer sun turns golden and the leaves start to crisp around the edges. Again and it’s downpouring and she calls Steve and asks for a ride - and he makes it a daily occurrence. Again and she and Max are in the Mayfield trailer watching movies until 3 am because neither of them could sleep. Again and it’s college application deadlines and she finds herself stuck, her feet refusing to move her forward, doubts creeping in her mind. Again and it’s Thanksgiving and Christmas and suddenly it’s 1986 and when did this happen? When did her last quarter of her high school experience suddenly dwindle to the last eighth - when did it suddenly become her graduating year?

And then it’s January-February-March and Steve drops her off every day and she lays low in school and meets him at Family Video for the closing shift and entertains whichever of their child friends wanders in.

And then spring break is right around the corner and Queen of Hawkins Chrissy Cunningham is found dead and Eddie “The Freak” Munson is the prime suspect and suddenly they’re in it again. This time it’s not Russian spies, it’s a string of grotesque, mutilation murders.

(Maybe she preferred the Russians, after all.)

As it turns out, she was wrong about Nancy Wheeler, too.

Nancy Wheeler is not straight laces and perfect hair and dainty embroidery roses dotting the hem of her skirt. She is not sugar and spice and baked apples in a coffee mug.

Nancy Wheeler is gunsmoke and leather, gritted teeth and harsh, jagged edges. She’s crimson on crisp white, take-no-shit, quick thinking and survival instinct. (And yeah, Robin kind of already knew that from the Starcourt incident, but she actually knows her now.)

But more than anything, Robin decides that Nancy Wheeler is the ocean. Beautiful and strong, endlessly deep. She is the golden sun dipping below the glimmering horizon. Sea spray and salty air and whitecaps that stretch up, up, up - lapping at your feet, crashing against the rocks, relentless, stubborn, dangerous.

She is the undertow, pulling Robin down, down, down below the cerulean surface, and Robin fears she might drown.

#ao3 #fic wip #stranger things fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #robin buckley #Steve harrington #Nancy wheeler #this one's not actually abandoned It just spiraled out of control and idk when I'll ever finish it since its like 100k+ words rn

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three months 12.1.2024

One terrible fear which people are speaking of more and more is the terror that the women who have been raped may be pregnant and if they are not brought back soonit will be too late to be able to stop the pregnancy and the thought leaves one sick and pained. The question is not only how they can be helped afterwards, but what happens if Hamas does not free them but keep them because of the babies. I haven't seen anything in the papers but have heard it on the tv and people are speaking more and more about it. And even after, if ever we do get our people back, how many will still not be found of even their remains and how many people will go down their graves wondering.

Personally . I made a soup which I blended and drank, and together with the shake I don't have to worry about eating. So yesterday I had out of town guests and this evening I am going to see the family of my old friend, Tammie. Every time I go past her house I miss her. Tomorrow we are going to meet with our friends, the nuns. We call ourselves the sister group. The last two days it has been pouring. I was supposed to go out with the rabbis for planting but the weather was so bad I called off. In any case I can't help them. I hope to see Ivan and Tarna tomorrow night. And this evening Nir of Varda brought me soup which Vita had made

I no longer see any reason to send help to Gaza much as I sympathize with what they are going through and that the situation is shocking. But if the Red Cross is not allowed to see the hostages or even to get medicines through to them, then the time has come to say to hell with the international criticism and stop it. Enough to see a father whose son needs his medicines desperately crying. And I blame our government. Stop saying what you are trying so hard (not) to do. Stop the fighting for two weeks and demand that in those two weeks the hostages should be returned and after that the deluge. But it will not happen. Netanyahu knows that once the fighting stops he will be brought to court and Hamas is not interested either. It should have been done in the beginning before any fighting started. Today I heard a woman in the shop saying she is not sure if the demonstrations....those which we are still allowed to do.....do not weaken the government and I wanted to ask her what government?

And the Hague terrifies me. Not so much for our leaders, many of whom deserve it, but for you, my family, in South Africa. Jeremy Korbyn, who has never been a lover of Israel, will join the prosecution. In the meantime we are giving the prosecution food for the accusation by our racist and brainless politicians. (PDF) and their statements such as to bomb Gaza, etc. etc. Shaw said South Africa presented a “distorted picture” of comments made by Israeli politicians on the war in order to establish genocidal intent by Israel. The trouble is that you cannot open the news here without one of other politician making such a report. And this also made me laugh, Talk of ....stroompie ek sal nooit weer van jou water drink nie....little stream I will very drink of your waters again. The nomination of former top justice Aharon Barak as a judge in the case, despite his demonization as an 'enemy of the people' by the Bibi camp during the long months of the judicial coup. Israel's president, Isaac Herzog, not only argued that the whole population of Gaza was responsible for Hamas, but signed bombs for good measure.

Today they are praying at the Wall for the hostages.....I don't want to be sacrilegious....but it is probably of more use than turning to Netanyahu.

I am horrified at the fact that a commander ordered his forces to fire at a house where there were hostages. First the hostages, then the soldiers. He is a murderer in my eyes. The same as the soldiers who shot at the escaping hostages. First the finger is on the trigger. l Look at the first PDF.

Gazan photographers joined in October 7 lynching, raiding of Israelis - You can check this out on the Jerusalem post.

What is so scary is that the little bit of democracy in Israel is being torn away. Even the Women Wage peace who wanted to demonstrate together with Stand with us were banned from demonstrating, supposedly because the police can not protect them. Unless Ben Gvir means that his police cannot protect the demonstrators from themselves. Something reeks to you of Russia or other such countries.?

I said to Gershon after listeningto his speech below that he speaks such sense and that is why the people who should be listening to him do not. We were talking about this latest decree of Ben Gvir and he said that the time may come when we will simply have to go against the law. Terrifying. I wish I still had two legs.

From Gershon Baskin: https://omny.fm/shows/kan-english-podcast/could-arch-terrorist-marwan-barghouti-be-the-savior

This, as one of my friends in SA used to say, makes the mind boggle. Light relief?

Secret tunnel under Chabad NY Headquarters, not what you think https://www.ynetnews.com/article/h1qj5yi00a#autoplay?utm_source=ynetnews.com&utm_medium=Share&utm_campaign=mail&utm_term=h1qj5yi00a&utm_content=Article%20Top. The streets of Jerusalem weep with the families; Bring them home now. On Sunday at Nofim we as the rest of the company, at least those who care, will stand for an hour at 11.00. The streets weep and we weep but in Caseira and Balfour the family of bloodsuckers smoke their cigars and drink their light champagne.

What is happening on the West Bank is unbelievable. Well on the West Bank I am reminded of the pogroms which Jews underwent. They have no justice and no one to turn to. They must feel like the Jews did at the beginning of the Hitler era. I did not have the strength to listen to the broadcasts. I prefer to read but when you read, as the PDF of Hebron, you do not have to speak of genocide to feel that Israel has gone a far length from the days of 1963 when I first came here. We were a different people and, with all the political differences, there has never been such hatred and division as today though maybe old timers would not agree with me.

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catcze · 2 years ago

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⠀「 Feel my heart 」

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 FEAT : 」 Diluc. Childe, Kokomi, Thoma (separate) x gn! reader

「 ### : 」 Fluff ! Comfort, cute smooches & just good feels all around. A little ooc? Because of softness. ‘Love’ used to refer to the reader.

Collab entry for my beloved @anantaru & @bluexiao ‘s Sweet N Spice collab ♡

Catch me cramming these like how I crammed my paper last semester lmao

⠀ 「 DILUC 」

Parties ! Absolutely fun and festive ! A grand excuse to dress up and mingle, and the promise of an enjoyable time! And free food ! To everyone except Diluc, maybe. Though he can appreciate a good party, the crowdedness of it (not to mention how his time wasted there could very well be more useful hunting the abyss order) was often a turn off.

Not to you though! The moment you caught sight of the fancy-schmancy party invite at the Goth Grand Hotel that he was prepared to throw out, you asked and asked and asked him to go. Pleaded. Whined. Pulled out every trick in the goddamn book to get him to bring you as his plus one.

“Do you even know how to dance?” You still remember him asking, arms crossed and a quirk in his brow. How naive of him, thinking such a menial thing would deter you. “Nope!” You say, smiling. “But you’re going to teach me.”

And this is how you find yourself getting the crash-iest crash course on dancing for rich people that you’ve ever heard of. Day in and day out for the last three weeks— Diluc Ragnvinder, the supposed love of your life, has put you through some of the most grueling shit you can ever dream of. It almost makes you think twice about going, but no way in hell are you about to see him be smug over you accepting defeat.

But, to be fair, merely three weeks into it, and according to Diluc, you probably won’t get roasted by the other members of society attending the event. Not to your face, at least. Probably. Hopefully.

“Caught your breath?” Diluc asks, approaching your starfished form on the ground. There’s an empty glass of water not to far away— a good sign, despite the almost-corpse of his beloved currently unmoving.

You don’t respond to his question, merely moving to roll away from his voice and grumble some non-savory words under your breath.

“You can always call it quits, you know. There isn’t even any practical need to go.” Even without seeing his face, you can practically hear the amused little quirk at the corner of his mouth, and by the archons, feel free to call it petty, but you feel life rush back through your cold, dead limbs, if only to stick it to the amused redhead looking over you.

Getting to your feet is a chore and a half, and you’re definitely going to pass out the moment you get to bed, but you still manage to get back up. Diluc looks impressed, if anything. Either from your stubbornness or your drive, you’re not entirely sure. At the very least, your short water break had left you slightly better off with less sway in your step.

“You’ve made good progress, love. I think we can try to dance the full length of a song today, just before we finish up,” Diluc says, taking your hands in his.

You perk up at his words, exhaustion momentarily gone. “Really? But… there’s no music, though.”

“Music.”

“I mean— yeah.” You shrug. “It would be good for… for immersion.” Then you double down on your bullshit. “Mhm. Yup. Immersion.” You’re nodding to yourself now, self-assured in your words. Diluc just looks on for a second before he sighs, all too easily bending to you when you want something.

“Alright,” he acquiesces, looking like he’s trying very hard not to drag a hand down his face. “Well, what do you propose we do about this lack of music.”

“Youuu… could sing for me?”

It’s like he visibly blanches at the prospect.

All your exhaustion gone at the opportunity that presents itself, you easily sidle up to him, intertwining your fingers together. “C’mon ‘Luc, please? Just this once, I swear, then we’ll go to sleep and go at it again tomorrow and you won’t have to sing! I promise.”

Another deep breath, and Diluc looking like he’s weighing the choice between doing as you ask and jumping out the window right then and there, but eventually— “Alright, fine. Just once.”

Immediately, your grin is blinding, like you’ve just been hooked up to a power source. You giddily press a kiss to his nose, already spewing out your thanks.

“Just this once, really! You’re the best, Diluc.”

He sighs, knowing that, despite what he’s said, if you ask again, he’s too whipped to ever tell you no. Not that he minds too much, if it makes you so happy. “Love you, too.”

⠀ 「 CHILDE 」

He’s a harbinger— someone who’s made his fair share of enemies and seen his fair share of shit. Undoubtedly, there’s a long list of people that he has to watch his back for.

And now that he’s dragged you into his mess (though you’d argue that you willingly walked into the shitfest that is dating a harbinger) he’s extra jumpy when nighttime comes.

It didn’t bother you at first— it was kind of along the lines of Childe to be like that. But it did become worrisome when you see the bags under his eyes darken, and the weariness in his smile grow.

“Childe,” you call, brows furrowed. “Come inside— it’s late.”

From where he stands at the balcony overlooking the harbor in all its nighttime glory, Childe turns back to smile at you over his shoulder. It would be a pretty picture, you think— the person who treats you right and makes you happy, illuminated by the glowing lights of the beautiful city of contracts. The only thing that detracts from it is the heavy bags under his eyes, visible in even this low light.

“I’ll be right in. Feel free to go to sleep ahead of me,” is what Childe says, and a muscle in your jaw twitches.

Each step you take on the floor is audible in the silence that grows between you. When you’re just a few steps away, you scoff, eyes narrowing. “You look like shit, you know that?” Childe doesn’t even bother to rebut with an easygoing quip, knowing that it’s all too true.

“C’mon, Childe. Even you have to sleep sometime.” Gently, you take a hold of his wrist, tugging him backwards and away from the balcony rail. He doesn’t even bother to put up a resistance— maybe it’s because he’s too tired and he knows you’re all too right, but he lets you pull him back into the warmth of your space and to your bedroom, where you sit him down at the edge of your bed and stand before him. With a concerned frown, you reach up to cup his face and gently rub at the bags under his eyes with your thumb, and he lets you, head going limp against your hold.

“You’re very overdue for some long, uninterrupted sleep,” you tell him matter-of-factly, cradling his head. “Is there any way I can help?”

“Sing for me?” He asks quietly, eyelids already drooping. “That Snezhenayan lullaby that I taught you. Please?”

“I… don’t know,” you tell him. “I doubt I can even pronounce all the words correctly—”

“Please?”

“…I… Alright.”

And by the archons did you try your hardest for him. Despite tripping over some of the more unfamiliar words, and fumbling the tune once or twice, damn it, you tried. And when you stopped for a breath and glanced at your redhead curled up on the bed, you could deem it all worth it— seeing him finally getting some rest was all you ever wanted.

⠀ 「 KOKOMI 」

A visitor to Watatsumi island. That’s all you ever were, at first. A traveling musician making the most of the Sakoku decree being lifted to finally see the entirety of Inazuma. Who would eventually leave to find other sources of inspiration.

That is, though, until the day that Kokomi wanders the streets of Borou Village and comes across the children laughing and dancing. In the center is you, playing your music and singing songs of adventure from far-off lands.

“Feel free to seek me out whenever you’re in need of music, divine priestess,” you had told her that day.

“Good morning, Kokomi— I see you’re once more in need of my songs,” you greet with a smile, easily spotting the figure robed in pink and purple. As you approach, it’s like your very presence brings a song— one that soothes her stresses and has her forgetting the work that she had escaped from.

The divine priestess sighs, her poise slipping from her just the slightest bit. It’s a sight you can never grow tired of, seeing her so relaxed in your presence. “You can certainly say that,” Kokomi replies, already beginning to instinctively walk in the direction of the tree with the nook that she had begun to call her own space. You easily keep stride with her, already familiar with the path after so long. “It seems that there are problems popping up around Watatsumi one after the other. I always try my best to remedy them as soon as possible but alas— there is only so much even a divine priestess can do.”

“And it seems like you’ve still be trying to do more what you can do despite many people telling you to take it easy. Myself included, I’ll have you know.”

The divine priestess laughs, shaking her head, though you both already know that it’s true.

The walk to Kokomi’s hideout is a quick and easy one, and in no time at all you find yourselves at the foot of the beautiful tree. Kokomi finds her place on a fallen log, her view consisting of both you and the sprawling sight of the island.

“So,” you start with a smile, settling down beside her, close enough that your sides touch and you can smell the ocean breeze on her clothes. “What kind of story are you interested in today, dearest priestess?”

As you count off all the stories you know —both ones that you’ve already regaled to her and ones that you haven’t— you count them off on your fingers. “There’s the story of the fair, tragic maiden who used to sing at the fountain in Mondstadt, or the green-clad hunter who once roamed the forests of Sumeru, or, actually, I don’t believe I had told you the story of Guili Assembly yet—“

You’re cut off, though, when Kokomi places a hand on yours, preventing you from holding any more fingers up. Your mouth dries, eyes staring at her in both surprise and intrigue.

“Actually the song I want to hear about today… would be about you, actually. If you don’t mind, of course!” She’s quick to correct herself. “I just realized that you’ve told me so many wonderful stories of the places you’ve been but… I don’t know as much about you as I would like to. A song about yourself— are you… would you sing that for me?”

It takes you a moment— one that you spend staring at her, wide eyed as you process her request. Then you smile, intertwining your hand with hers, reveling in the blush you see grow on her face. “I’d be more than happy to, priestess.”

⠀ 「 THOMA 」

It’s no secret that Thoma is a hard worker. He cooks, he cleans, he attends to the Kamisato Clan to the best of his ability. He does his best, but sometimes even he —the housekeeper extraordinare— falls a bit short.

The days have just been a bit busy, and with another festival coming up, the entire Yashiro commission has been in a tizzy trying to get everything sorted out. It certainly hadn’t been his intention to leave you for so long (even though you told him you understood.)

So as soon as he could, he cleared his schedule for you. Took you out for the afternoon in Inazuma city, spending time together petting the dogs and eating good food, with the intention to end it off watching the stars together in the cliffs by the estate.

“Today was really nice, Thoma,” you tell him, hand in his as you both sit on the cliff, legs dangling in the wind as you gaze upon the stars.There’s a small smile on your face as you glance away from him, too bashful to meet his gaze. “I’m… really glad we did this. I missed you a bunch, you know?”

Thoma gives your joined hands a squeeze, leaning in to place a soft kiss to your cheek that only serves to fluster you even more. “I’m glad too,” he admits, giving you back your space, but not letting go of your hand. “I was scared you’d want to break up with me after all that, y’know?”

At this, you snort, having to reign yourself back from bursting into laughter. “Really? Please, it’s gonna take much more than that to make me wanna break up with you.”

“Like?”

“Like stealing my food for example.”

Now it’s his turn to snort, jokingly shoving your shoulder with his own. “Even if I’m the one paying?”

“Hey, the moment that food is on my side of the table, you lose all custody, my guy.”

He laughs, then, and you join him not a second later. The two of you go back and forth for some time— bantering and joking and (on occasion) stealing quick kisses from the other. It’s something you had missed greatly when he was busy— this ease of being together. How it feels so easy and fun to talk about even the most mundane things with him.

“You know,” Thoma says suddenly, cutting into your previous topic. His eyes are trained on the ocean and the stars that settle in the sky, a wistfulness overtaking him. “When I was still with my mom in Mondstadt, she taught me this song. I only remember bits and pieces of it now, but she said that it was something that my dad had written for her, as a sign of his love.”

“You only remember bits and pieces?” You echo, and he nods. You fall silent for a while, mulling things over. “Can you… sing it for me?”

“Even if it’s not whole?” He asks, tilting his head, though he hadn’t refused.

“Yeah! And I mean—“ there’s the bashfulness again, creeping back in little by little. “I mean, we can… try to fill in the gaps ourselves? Kinda like we’re writing our own song, you know?”

Thoma’s silent for a moment, still as he looks at you, and it’s almost enough to make you nervous and apologize instead. But he takes your joined hand and squeezes it, smiling to himself. “ Our own song… yeah, I’d like that a lot, actually.”

#Diluc x reader #Diluc Ragnvinder x reader #Childe x reader #Kokomi x reader #Sangonomiya Kokomi x reader #Thoma x reader #Genshin Impact x reader #bloru.sweetnspice #「 🐈‍⬛ 」 catcze.desserts #cw gn reader

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chocolateheart · 3 years ago

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Door number 12

Title: Door Number 12

Word count: 7937 (I know, I'm sorry)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: A noisy neighbour is bringing you a lot of emotions. What if this bubbling tension and frustration will finally find their way out?

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex (please, wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, handjob, pinning to the wall, clothes tearing, biting, scratching, a lot of kissing, strong eye contact, sex noises, tension, some swearing, noisy neighbour, arguing, stealing food, property damage, I don't know, porn?

Bingo Square Filled: Neighbour AU for @spnmixedbingo

A/N: Yes, another porn. Please, don't judge me, I couldn't help it. I won't say much, that fic just sorta happened. I hope you'll like it! Enjoy babes!

A/N: As always huge huge huge THANK YOU to my dear beta, angel and Queen @winchest09 for giving this piece a look. Love you Tabbs <3 Still, mistakes are mine!

A/N: The gorgeous divider designed by incredibly talented @talesmaniac89 <3

Throwing your bag on the counter along with your keys, a deep sigh left your chest. You numbly looked around your apartment as you began to take off your jewellery. Why did this place always look like a pigsty every time you got back home? Your necklace and bracelet joined your bag when you tossed them to one side as a yawn escaped you.

This day was exhausting, to say the least. Maybe your work wasn’t that demanding but sometimes it was just tiring to the point where you wanted to cry. After shrugging your jean jacket off, your feet took you to the couch and you just collapsed down on it with a pained grunt. Your body was stiff and aching, your head was pounding from pain and as soon as you felt a pillow under it, your will to stay awake had started to fade. You knew you shouldn’t take a nap now as there was still so much left to do today, but for god's sake, it was Friday evening and you had been working for the past 5 days at top speed. An hour of rest was something you definitely deserved.

Without standing up, you lifted your hips to take off your jeans and wrapped yourself in the blanket you always kept on the couch. Relaxing your body with a deep breath, you closed your eyes, already halfway to dreamland. But as soon as you felt yourself drifting completely, a loud sound of guitar suddenly sounded in your ears, making your eyes snap open.

No, not again!

Fisting the pillow, you felt the anger growing as you knew exactly where the loud rock music was coming from; recognising the band as AC/DC. When the volume increased, you hid your head underneath the pillow, desperate to cut off your aching skull from the noise. But it didn’t work, the sound still bleeding through the cushion. It didn’t take you a minute to shoot up on straight legs and pull on your sweats while marching towards the front door.

Mumbling inappropriate words, you entered the staircase for your building and immediately went down; hearing the power of the music increasing with every step you took. You found yourself on a floor below, with your jaw and hands clenched, eyes glued to door number 12 as you approached it. Once you stood in front of it, you lifted one of your fists and hit the hard on the wood a few times, ready to murder the person on the other side. Of course he made you wait till the song ended, causing you to repeat the punching a couple of times.

When the door finally opened, you were fuming with anger, eyes shooting lightnings towards the tall man on the opposite side of the doorstep.

"I swear to god, Winchester," you hissed through gritted teeth, a loud melody almost muffling your words. "If you won't turn that down, I will physically harm you." Your threatening pulled a laugh from him which only acted as another oil drop to the fire.

"Sweetheart you can't do anything to me," he said, leaning on the doorframe with his arms crossed on this broad chest. "Besides, I don't understand what your problem is." Dean shrugged as if nothing had happened, making your brows shoot up.

"You don't understand?! This music is driving me crazy!" You took a deep breath and while not breaking the strong eye contact you had with him, you started to enlighten him on what exactly was wrong. "I’ve had a terrible day, no, week actually. Everything hurts, my head is pounding and this music is shaking my walls which in turn, is not letting me sleep. So if you could be so nice and turn that off because I swear on what's holy, if I lose my goddamn mind, your name will be the first one I'm gonna mention once they ask me how I ended up in mental hospital." Words just slipped out of you in one unbreakable line and you took shuddering breath after, composing yourself.

However, the smug smirk didn’t leave your neighbour's face; he didn’t give a damn about your monologue. After you finished, he only put a hand on your shoulder and delivered his response.

"It's a Friday evening and we live in a free country. There’s no rule saying I can't listen to loud music, unless it's lights out. What's more, you're the only one who can't stand this, I don't see anyone else coming here to complain, so maybe the problem lies in you, not in me," he simply said, as he flashed you a fake, sarcastic smile and closed the door. But not before saying, "have a nice evening."

You looked up to the ceiling, asking for patience but the frustration and anger were huge. You growled, kicked Winchester's door with your socked foot and cursed, feeling pain going from your toes to the tibial bone.

On your way back to your apartment, you were mumbling out every possible, offensive name that came to your mind when you thought about that green eyed man. Your relationship had been heated ever since he moved into the building. He made your blood boil. Loud music, meetings with his friends, watching movies on full volume on his surround speakers after dark in the middle of the week, noisily cooking at midnight; even his one night stands apparently had an unfulfilled opera career.

You were having a battle with Dean, on average, twice a week. Knowing you weren’t the only one who couldn’t stand his behavior, you asked others for help, but Dean’s charm was way bigger of an opponent than you had expected. He could just use a sweet smile, say a few, flirty words with this deep voice and Ann from the end of the hall would walk on wobbly legs with stupid smile on her face for the next four days.

You couldn’t really blame her, the man was ridiculously attractive but you were looking past it. Dean was an annoying asshole and the only reason you had not yet clawed out his eyes was the fact that visiting the jail wasn’t exactly a wooing thought.

Shutting your door behind you, you leaned against it and ‘Sweet Child O’ mine’ came on. You growled once again, hit your wooden barricade with your head and looked down, trying to find calmness in your floor. Once you stopped radiating fury, knowing that the person below won't let you rest for at least two more hours, you chose the second drawer in your kitchen, searching for painkillers. If you were being made to stay up, you were gonna be productive. Swallowing two aspirin, you decided to clean the place so you could focus on college work tomorrow.

If only you could actually focus on college work.

After waking up at 8 am the next day, you opened the window on your way to the kitchen, craving coffee. It wasn’t normal for you to get up at this hour on the weekend but your finals were coming and you had way more work than you expected.

Thankfully, the weather outside was pleasant; the sun was already shining, creating morning shadows and the soft wind streamed inside your apartment, tickling your ankles as you sat at the table, eating breakfast. The smell of spring made you smile, always bringing back good memories. After the meal, you didn’t bother to change your pajamas for the actual clothes and you just took the laptop to start working on your college sheets. You were sitting with one of your legs bent, heel leaning on the chair, messy bun on your head, sipping on the second coffee while listening to the birds singing happily outside. Words were flooding out of you, making you feel certain that it wouldn’t take you long to be done with your essays. But that blissful moment was cut short when a loud rumble of a car’s engine resonated under your building, causing you to jerk in your chair and almost spill your drink.

Recognizing it straight away, you looked up, trying your best to not get angry again but as the sound of his loud engine revving l continued, you smacked the table with your palm and stood up. As you leaned on your window sill and gazed out, you spotted black, slick Chevrolet with the driver's door, trunk and hood open. Tools were scattered around the vehicle, a jean clothed leg was sticking out from the inside and you greeted your teeth, knowing who that was.

“Hey!” you yelled out, not caring if probably half of the residents could hear you. “I’m trying to study here!”

Dean peeked out and up at you, smiled and got out of the car, leaning his elbow on the hood in a nonchalant way.

“Good morning to you too,” he said and flashed you the oh-so-charming smile.

“It would be good if you didn’t interrupt it with your loud junker,” you spat back, leaning on the window frame and smiled when his face fell; he hated it when someone insulted his Baby, and you were very much aware of that. “Now, could you please lower your generic volume because I have a lot to do and you’re the last thing I want to deal with today.”

“Nobody tells you to. I’m minding my business, you go mind yours, I ain’t stopping you.” He gestured towards you with his grease covered hand.

“No, but your car is making noise that shakes all the dishes in my cabinet.”

He just shrugged and you narrowed your eyes, seeing that he didn’t care about whatever your problem was. “Then I suggest closing the window.”

After saying that, he dived inside the vehicle and seconds later you heard the strong twang of a guitar. Again. This man was very successful in making you hate rock music. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, stopping yourself from throwing a flowerpot at him; only because it was a very nice pot and you were emotionally attached to it.

“I need fresh air! I’m not gonna close the window! Turn that off!” you screamed, but he only frowned and pointed to his ear.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t hear you!” You could see the smile dancing on his lips and you really wanted to break something on his head. “The music is too loud!”

Clenching your jaw you gave up. Another defeat, but it wasn’t the war you lost; it was just a battle and he was yet to feel your comeback. Showing him your middle finger, you closed the window and went to the bathroom, not being able to hear the soft chuckle that left him.

Maybe to an outsider, Dean’s behavior wasn’t such a big deal, but the longer he acted like that, the more annoying and tiring it was becoming. You couldn’t focus on basic activities because he was giving you a headache in various ways and for some reason, you couldn’t just talk it through with him. Every attempt at trying to get to an understanding with him, ended up with a fight.

Winchester was just a pain in the ass.

Thankfully, he vanished before noon; his car was gone and there was a blissful silence that you made the most of, and finished the majority of what you had to do.

Surrounded by papers and books, you were sitting down on your fluffy carpet, leaning back on your couch, typing away on your laptop. Glancing at your clock again, you frowned. It’s been almost 85 minutes since you ordered pizza; your stomach was rumbling, unhappy with the fact of still being empty. Finding your phone, you dialed the pizza parlor’s number once again. Standing up, you stretched your muscles and looked outside, watching the sunset sky as you waited for someone to pick up. Finally, the lady’s voice spoke to you down the line, asking you how she could help.

“Hi, I made an order from you and I still haven’t received it? It’s been over an hour,” you explained politely, scratching the back of your head.

You didn’t like situations like that; delay was understandable, but it had been way too long. However, you hated to call someone out, you never wanted to make someone’s job harder than it already was. Giving your address to the lady so she could check where your food was, you spotted the black vehicle under the building and your brows shot up. He was home and it was still quiet; it wasn’t normal.

“Miss, the system says your order was delivered and we have a confirmation of receipt.” You frowned hearing her words as what she said was impossible.

“Are you sure? There was no delivery here.”

“Yes, I’m positive. It says someone picked up the order twenty minutes ago.” Pinching your nose, you took a deep breath.

“Could you check the address precisely, please? Maybe your driver made a mistake?” you suggested being already sure someone else got your food.

“Rosenhouse Street, building 4, apartment 12,” she read and the last number made you flinch.

“Apartment 20,” you corrected her, but she denied.

“No Miss, the order was picked up by apartment 12.” And just like that the level of your anger reached three digits in a second.

“Okay, thank you so much,” you murmured and disconnected the call without a goodbye, already storming halfway across your place, getting ready to leave.

Slamming the door, you took a very well known path downstairs and you banged on number 12 as soon as you stood in front of it. Feeling the urge to punch the person who was supposed to open, you inhaled deeply, clenching your teeth. Just... keep it cool, Y/N.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you growled the second Dean came into your view in his domestic clothes, wearing sweatpants and a hoodie.

“Whoa, what?” he tilted his head with an uncomprehending look.

“Listen,” you pointed a finger at him. “Loud noises, annoying car, your mean behavior, fine, okay. Screw it. But stealing food? That is childish. Can you go any lower?!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart,” he said with a smile dancing on his lips. “What food?”

“My pizza,” you muttered through your teeth.

“Oh, right!” He smacked his forehead, acting like he just now understood. “Yeah, pizza was great.”

“You stole it!” you exclaimed, a little too high pitched.

“No I didn’t,” Dean stated, giving you a small, I-know-better smile.

“Yes, you did. I ordered it and you just pocketed it!” You really wanted to stamp your foot like a little girl to tick your fury.

"No sweetheart, I didn’t," he said, crossing his arms and straightening his back so he could tower over you, making you look up. "The guy came in with pizza, said he's supposed to bring it here, so I paid for it and ate it."

"Oh! Because it's normal to pay for the food you didn’t order and keep it to yourself. And stop calling me sweetheart!" You puffed out irritated, making him smirk.

"You're cute when you're angry." Your face fell and you felt your palm itching. What would he do if you slapped him?

"Dean," you warned him but he chuckled.

"No, seriously." He reached to your forehead, wanting to brush it with his finger. "You have this cute, little wrinkle in the middle-"

"Don't touch me." You smacked his hand away and pointed a warning finger straight into his face. "One more action like this and you're gonna regret it," you growled out and walked away.

"So it's threatening now, huh?!" he called after you, coming out to stand in the hall.

Before you stepped on the stairs, you turned around with such a force, that your hair flipped over one of your shoulders and you showed him your middle finger. Hearing his low laugh bouncing on the wall, you scoffed annoyed as you stomped loudly going back upstairs. You swore that if you were supposed to become a murderer one day, that this man was gonna be victim number one. This whole 'lets annoy her' process would be great fuel for you to slice that slender throat of his.

Shutting the door again, you walked into the kitchen, dived in the fridge and decided to stuff yourself with pancakes. Screw Dean and his pizza, you were not going to give him satisfaction with ordering anything else tonight.

“So, he’s a confident man,” Jo stated after you told her about Winchester’s behavior.

You came to Harvelle's to grab something for Sunday dinner; they had the most delicious menu in the whole town and no one could change your mind. You were sitting with a blonde girl at the table, outside their restaurant, sipping on some light drinks Ellen had prepared for the two of you. Ash was already working on your meal in the kitchen while Jo was taking her break so she could sit with you and listen about your neighbour under the floor. It took you way longer to describe everything and you felt kind of bad for that. You weren’t the type who whined about such things and forced friends to hear about your bullshit, but now you were desperate to get it all off your chest.

“Confident asshole,” you corrected her, “I just wish he could finally get his ass kicked, you know? I can’t live with this man! He’s an arrogant, offensive, little, annoying dickhead!” you said, crossing your arms on your chest.

After a few seconds of silence, you looked up at Jo. She was watching you, clearly trying not to smile; her lips were twitching and small dimples had already appeared. You knew her long enough to know that she was all ready to tease you about this whole situation.

“What?” you barked at her and she lifted her hands in defense.

“Nothing!” She shrugged. “Just, your relationship with him seems to have been… rough since the very beginning.”

“It is! I really wanna punch him!” Jo lifted her brows, a smile breaking on her face.

“Just punch him?” The suggestion was shining in her eyes and your shoulders fell down at the subtext.

“Jo!” she started giggling when she heard your resigned tone. “Just because I’m having a heated exchange with a hot guy doesn’t mean that I wanna fuck him!”

“Oh, so you think he’s hot?” she asked innocently, taking a sip from her glass.

“Yes, but he’s an idiot and I would never let him in my panties, come on,” you scoffed as you rolled your eyes. The last thing you would ever do was having sex with this man.

“Sure.”

And you knew Jo didn’t believe you. To be honest, if you thought about it really, really hard, you weren’t sure if you believed yourself…

The door opened and Ash came out with a smile, your food packed in a thermal box.

“There you go, girl. We do not accept any complaints,” he said, winking at you and you chuckled, taking the meal from him.

“Thanks, Ash.” He saluted you and vanished as quickly as he appeared. You glanced at your phone laying on the table and sighed seeing the time. “Okay babe, I’m gonna go. School’s calling and I bothered you enough anyway.”

“Oh stop it, you’re not bothering me, don’t be stupid,” she said smiling, and hugged you tight. “Text me when you get home.”

“Sure thing.” You winked and walked backwards, watching her disappear inside the RoadHouse.

Smiling to yourself, you turned around and crossed the street. At first your thoughts were filled with Jo who could always put you in a good mood but then they gradually transitioned into someone else.

You didn’t know if it was your overworked system or what Jo had teased you about that caused Dean to stick inside your mind, but you wanted to scream; it was like he had nested in there. Not only was he disturbing your living space, but he was now invading your mental space as well. What’s more, it wasn’t exactly hard to not think about him in a nasty way, and you hated it. The truth was that he was attractive from his fluffy hair to his toes, and more than once you had caught yourself daydreaming about his hands and mouth on you.

You couldn’t help it. The way he looked was not fair and Jo made you realise that if not for his attitude, you would have slept with him a long time ago. Thankfully, in the moments you felt weakness for him, he was doing something that pissed you off to the point where you wanted to bite his head off.

You really wanted to get even with him, you had to bounce the ball. The need to bite back was so big that you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw the paint store. The bulb in your head flickered on and a devil smile angled your lips. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe it was childish, maybe it was crossing the line, but you had suffered enough thanks to this jerk.

Buying one can of pink chalk paint, you were muting your common sense that was currently shouting at you. As the saying goes - you only live once. He wanted a fight? You were going to fight. He started to play a strong hand? You were going to do the same. He thought playing with you like that was fun? Well, you were gonna have some fun too. Besides, he wouldn’t realise immediately that the paint would easily wash off, but seeing him panic thinking that his car had been defaced was revenge enough.

With a few last strokes of a paintbrush, you were finished. Straightening your back, you looked down at your work and smiled, satisfied with pink flowers you had drawn on the black surface. They were a nice contrast and you really liked the shape. In all honesty, it kinda burned you to paint this four wheeled beauty, but it wasn’t your fault her owner was a douchebag who deserved a lesson.

The impala was parked in her usual spot, next to the building that was mostly asleep. There were no cameras and due to the late hour, the chance of someone spotting you was small. Besides, you were just a hooded figure, no one would recognise you anyway even with the dim light from a lonely lantern. It was risky, but you were too far gone in your revenge to care. It had been done and you wished you could see Dean’s face in the morning.

Gathering your things you looked around, checking to see if there was anyone you should avoid and you got back to your apartment. After closing the door, you took off your clothes, staying only in leggings and a t-shirt, and decided to make some tea. You had this weird energy bubbling inside of you and it would be a waste to not use it on college papers. Getting comfortable on your couch you started going through materials for one of your projects.

Not expecting any visitors, you jumped slightly while hearing a rapid knocking on your door an hour later. You frowned and stood up, finishing your tea on your way to the entry. What you saw on the other side almost made you smile like an idiot. Dean was boring into you with his eyes; if looks could kill, you would surely be a beautiful corpse by now. His chest was rising and falling heavily, jaw clenched to the point his cheek was twitching and you could see the slight blush coloring on his face. He was wearing his leather jacket but was also in sweats so you assumed he was about to make a quick grocery run or something.

“What the hell?!” he growled at you before you could say a word. Ohhh, he was angry.

“What?” You shrugged innocently, ignoring the weird chill that ran down your spine after hearing the vibrations of his tone.

Dean took a deep breath, doing his best to not shout out. “I wanted to go get some beer and burgers, but guess what. Someone screwed up my car. And you know what? I think it was you.”

He pointed a finger at you, holding keys in his hand. You laughed and leaned on your doorframe, ready to confront him. Satisfaction already tickled your insides, but there was one thing that you had to admit - he was hot when he was angry.

“You really think that I have nothing better to do than mess up your car?” you asked, amused by his flaring nostrils.

"Don't you fucking dare play with me like that," he said firmly, not wanting to yell. "Do you know it's property damage? You broke a law and I can easily get you in trouble."

He was fuming with anger and you were sure that if it was possible, there would be smoke coming out of his ears. You smiled and stood your ground, finding it adorable how he thought he had anything useful against you.

"You have nothing on me. No proof that I was the one who defaced your car," you started, taking two steps to stand inches away from him. "Call the cops and I'm gonna tell them all about the nuisance, the stealing, manipulation and manifestations of aggression all coming from you.”

You stared straight into his eyes, a smart smile not leaving you even for a second; feeling confident in your words. Maybe he had a point, but you weren’t empty handed. You could get punished for what you did and so could he.

“What is your problem, Y/N?!” he asked, pinching his nose, clearly irritated with you. “You keep whining, making problems out of nothing and now painting my damn car?”

“You’re not letting me live in peace!” you raised your voice. “Your loud music, loud car, loud tv, loud you in general! I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t do anything because you’re always there to disturb me!”

“Then leave!” he suggested, raising his tone as well. You were taken aback; lifting your brows you blinked a few times. Was he joking?

“Leave?! Are you kidding me now?! This is my home and just a friendly reminder, I was in here first so maybe you should back off!”

“But you’re the only one having a problem with me!” he yelled, spreading his arms, highlighting the obviousness of his argument.

“Because you’re a manipulative ass! You use your charm, this fucking smile, your shining eyes, and nice language, and the whole building is yours! Even Ian from the 4th floor and he doesn't even like people!”

“Ian is a cool guy!”

“Good!”

You took a breath and opened your mouth to say something more but no words came out. Again, you were convinced that there was no way to come to an agreement with this guy. Further arguments were pointless. Looking at him you shook your head and brushed your hair to the back. The soft smile and look you gave him next, made him frown a little.

“You know what? Fuck you,” you said simply and went to close the door, but his retort didn’t let you.

“You wish.”

Freezing, you locked your eyes with his and in a split second, something shifted in the air. The atmosphere got thick and the tension you had been building for months, now came into play, kinda taking you both by surprise. Dean felt it too, you could see his expression changing. He was trying to read you, trying to understand what was buzzing between you. A part of you wanted to explain it, to show him that you already knew it was sexual tension saying ‘hi’, but as soon as you realised that, you swallowed and forced your rational mask back on.

Shaking off the urge to take steps towards him, you scoffed and sending him one last look, you shut the door without saying anything. Taking two deep breaths, you leaned your forehead on the wooden barricade and closed your eyes.

There was no way in hell you would give in and break. He had everyone else in his fist, but not you. The only person that didn’t fall under his spell, the only one that didn’t let your craving inside take better of you. Dean was still your enemy and a pain in the ass; it was a matter of honour and dignity to stay away.

However, soft knocking made your eyes snap open. No. Darting your head from the door you looked at it, knowing who was behind it but that didn’t even register when you pulled on the door-handle. Dean was supporting his body on his arms that he had placed on both sides of your door, blocking the way. He was looking at you intensely, his breathing quicker than moments ago.

You could see the exact second he made a decision. You knew he was going to do something he shouldn’t and yet, you let him close the gap between you and crush his mouth to yours, cupping your cheeks at the same time. The force he hit you with made you take steps backwards, encouraging him to come in and turn you around so you could unconsciously close the door. His grip was firm, long fingers digging in your neck as hot lips forced yours apart. But your stubbornness caused you to push him away, breaking the connection.

The look you exchanged was a mix of emotions; hate, passion, frustration, lust, confusion, hesitation. This was something completely new for you; needing him was unfamiliar, strange, but at the same time stronger than anything you had felt before when it came to Dean. There was this quiet voice telling you that it was already too late; you tasted it and you wanted it, obviously. The other voice was louder, trying to make you aware of how messed up it's gonna be after, but somehow you didn’t want to listen. Not this time.

"Fuck it."

Saying that, you approached Dean and gripping him by the back of his neck, you pulled him down for a kiss. It was sloppy and deep, all teeth and tongues. He inhaled through his nose, bending down when your nails clawed at his skin. Grabbing you by the waist, he used a little pressure so you walked backwards. You didn’t expect to be pushed against the wall and a surprised gasp escaped you when your back hit it. Looking up at Dean, you noticed how his hungry eyes flickered over your figure and a cocky smirk formed on his face. You mirrored his expression and lifted your chin, so you could suck in his lower lip, biting on it softly. His response was immediate and fierce; he pressed his body to yours, pinning you to the wall completely, kissing you even deeper than before. The heat flooded you, making your cheeks burn and a sweat break.

You moaned and that seemed to spur him on because his hands started travelling all over your body. Doing the same, you aimed for his jacket, pushing it off his broad shoulders so it could land on the floor. The thought of finally discovering what was under his clothes took over your brain and you started to pull on his t-shirt, hazed and eager. But Dean grabbed your wrist and pinned it next to your head, not letting you undress him. You twisted and tugged, trying to break free, but he slid his fingers between yours and you instinctively clenched your palm.

“Don’t fight,” he breathed out, leaving your lips as he dropped to your neck, letting you take a much needed breath.

Leaning your head back you gave him the access to your throat where he licked and sucked, french-kissing your flesh. Your knees buckled a little when his hot lips closed on your pulse point, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble prickled you. Feeling his second hand sneaking under your shirt, you held your breath and jerked on the skin to skin contact. He wasn’t delicate; his long fingers were squeezing and digging, a firm touch making it all the more intense. Using your free hand you fisted his hair, pulling on it. Dean purred, nibbling on your flesh, making your eyes roll. It was like playing tennis, back and forth; you had an answer to each other's movements.

The hunger inside you was growing fast; you were getting more and more impatient and being caged by Dean only made you feel limited. So, naturally, you rebelled, trying to take control; with Dean it was always a competition. But your attempt only caused him to press his body more, his knee coming between your legs, making it harder for you to move. The thin material of your leggings was a weak protection to his touch and you whined when your sensitive area met his thigh. Fidgeting even more, you made him chuckle.

“Stop fighting,” he whispered into your ear as he pulled your earlobe between his teeth.

Growling, you turned your head and sunk your teeth into his neck, tasting sweet and salty. Dean hissed and backed away, looking down at you with a surprise in his eyes, brows slightly furrowed. You smiled and angled yourself to speak against his lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t like a fight, Winchester.”

The suggestion was clear and he seemed to understand. Your relationship was already a ticking bomb so why not have a little fun?

The challenging look you gave him was a last jolt and his mode switched. Before you could do anything, he kissed you firmly, letting go of you just to grab on the front of your shirt. Pulling with two hands Dean ripped the fabric in half, revealing your torso, making you smile a devil’s smile. He shook his head in disbelief that you were actually going along with it and grinning, he attacked your jaw. Scraping it with his teeth first, then kissing and going down passed your neck, to your collarbone. Bending his knees so he could reach lower and lower, he proceeded to shrug the destroyed clothing off you and focus on your breasts. Placing sloppy kisses on the curves, Dean moved his hands on your back and unclasped your bra. As soon as it was gone, he sucked in one of your nipples, causing you to arch your chest. Pulling his hair, you grabbed the back of his head, letting him know you enjoyed his work.

Every time his lips touched you, they left burning spots and you could feel yourself getting wetter. Not holding back anymore, you started to roll your hips, seeking the friction his leg could give you. Still playing with your boobs, he caught your hips and added the power to your moves, dragging a moan from you. Glancing down, you spotted the bulge in his sweatpants and realised he was still wearing too much clothes.

“Take that fucking shirt off,” you panted out, grabbing on the piece of clothing on his back.

This time he allowed you to do what you needed, lifting his arms to make your task easier and the second his chest was bare, you used your nails to leave red lines, making him grimace from pain before he kissed you. Caressing his newly exposed body, you felt firm muscles of his strong arms flexing. He wasn’t a gym type of guy, he was soft in some places but firm and strong in general, and that turned you on to the point your stomach flipped.

Suddenly, he pushed on your hips until your butt touched the wall behind you and pulled away from you, straightening himself. You looked at each other, panting and flinching in anticipation. Keeping the eye contact, Dean cupped your face, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips and slowly slid his hands down your body. You swallowed hard when he hooked his fingers behind your waistband and pulled your leggings down, crouching in front of you.

With a thumping heart you looked down at him, meeting his dark eyes watching you as he kissed your knee, your thigh, your inner thigh; his hands travelling up your legs, leaving goosebumps. You shivered when his hot breath hit your still clothed core. He placed a kiss on your damp panties, making your pussy clench and stopped. Leaning his forehead on your lower stomach, he tried to remain self-control, breathing strongly to calm himself down... and he failed. This whole situation was too much and he had wanted it for way too long to stop now.

Shooting up, he claimed your lips, driving his fingers inside your briefs at the same time. His digits went through your folds, gathering slick and found your clit, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Yeah? Right here?” he whispered and you sucked the air in through your mouth when he drew a circle, pressing harshly on your little nub.

Feeling him smiling, you clung to his neck, keeping him close when he started to make circles on your button. Moaning laughs escaped you, mixed with short breaths as you felt fire filling your veins, tickling sparks running from your clit to every nook of your system. For a moment you lost yourself in the feeling, but your brain woke up when he nudged you, rubbing his dick on your leg.

Opening your eyes, you locked them with his, tracing your palm down his chest and stomach. Somehow, you managed to turn you both around so he was by the wall. You didn’t care about teasing him through his pants so you pushed your hand inside and grabbed his hard shaft. Dean jerked and choked on his breath; the whole foreplay made him ridiculously sensitive.

You smiled satisfied and began to pump him, making his head fall back on the wall. His exposed neck was shining with sweat, throat moving as he swallowed hard. Your biting kink was begging for you to bite him, but the view was too good to not watch. His breathing quickened along with your strokes, his jaw flexing when he opened his mouth to chug. A thick vein popped out on the side of his neck, a guttural whine coming from him when you rubbed your thumb on his tip. Finally, you gave in and closed your lips on his jaw, light stubble pricking your lips. Dean turned his head and palming yours he brought you in for a kiss but you broke it fast, having enough.

"Come on," you said, taking his hand and leading him to your bedroom.

Not being able to stay away from each other, you stumbled towards the room, kissing and laughing, getting rid of the rest of the clothes on your way. Hitting the bed you let yourself fall on it, pulling Dean behind you. He hovered above you, using his tongue to play with your nipples as you both climbed up to the headboard. Adjusting the pillows beneath you, you felt his body pressing down, arms sneaking under yours as he kissed you deeply. Rolling his hips, he drove his cock between your folds, poking your clit and you automatically lifted your lower body up on your heels, feeling the electricity running through you. Dean bit down on your lip and pulled on it hard with his teeth, smiling when you hissed.

Without thinking much you just reached between your bodies and guided his cock to your entrance, making him freeze. The look he gave you was a mashup of a question and disbelief, and all it took was your evil smirk. You felt him fisting the sheets under you and with one, mild thrust he slid inside of you. Arching your back you inhaled, digging your fingers into his shoulders. He was stretching you; your walls fluttered around him when he bottomed out, making the two of you give silent moans, your voices stuck in your throats from intensity.

Watching you, he began to move, making you both more and more comfortable with the feeling. Gradually, his pace increased and so did the noises. Your breathy moans and growls filled the room, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin as Dean's hips waved between your thighs, faster and faster. New layers of sweat covered your bodies as the temperature increased; you felt the omnipresent, pleasurable burning.

Dean kept the rhythm, only stopping for just for a moment to kiss you. Not letting the opportunity pass, you pushed on him and flipped over so you were on top. Looking at you with a smirk, he palmed your asscheeks as you sinked down on him, continuing the activity.

The passion and sensuality made your head spin; Dean’s lustful eyes devouring you alive weren’t helping. You dragged your nails on his flesh again, making him hiss between the sounds. It wasn’t easy to breathe, to think or control yourself; your body started working by itself, speeding up, making you bounce on him while leaning your hands on his chest for support. Dean couldn’t decide where to touch, what part of you he should grab next; his hands were everywhere. Wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck he sat up, changing the angle and gave you this eye-rolling kiss. This asshole knew what he was doing.

A new position allowed you to only roll your hips and you laid back, grabbing Dean’s ankle to make your moves more fluent. He took a handful of your ass, helping you, watching himself sliding in and out of you, growling in pleasure. Tangled together you moved in sync, matching the other’s moves, grinding to empower the sensation. Feeling the coil tightening in your stomach, your head hung back and you exhaled, wailing quietly. A hand flattened on your back and Dean violently pulled you up, pressing your forehead to his. With closed eyes, panting against each other's mouth you chased both of your deliriums. Your pussy fluttered, your nails dug into his neck as you clasped it; the feeling started to overwhelm. The way Dean was moaning and clinging to you made it clear that he felt the same.

Your strength was fading and you found yourself slowing down. Dean’s attempts to continue were in vain as he was becoming weak too, exhaustion and his upcoming release taking over him.

“Y/N,” he warned you and you opened your eyes, looking at him when he reached between you. “I’m gonna-” you kissed him, cutting him off, tugging on his lip with your teeth.

“Stay inside,” you whispered, watching the surprise flash through his features.

The serious, assuring look on your face made his eyes roll back and the noise he made, clamped your stomach. Using your last strands of your power, you sped up, Dean joining you by hitting the right spot inside you. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing on it fast and you moaned loudly, feeling your muscles tightening.

A few more strokes, a few more moves and the crushing wave of pleasure hit you; your inner walls pulsated, squeezing Dean’s cock as you grabbed firmly on his neck, holding on for dear life. His thrusts went more erratic but also were more powerful; he was pounding inside you slow but hard, putting his forehead between your breasts. You were shaking and his breath fanning over your tummy only added more goosebumps.

Then you felt his arms wrapping around you and he hugged you tight. Pulling you close, Dean thrusted for the last time and with a low, throaty groan he stilled; his cock throbbing inside you, allowing you to milk him as you were still coming. The two of you were shivering, entwined in each other, panting and sweaty. Your heart was hammering and you could feel Dean’s galloping as well.

After calming down a bit, he let go of you and fell back on the bed, hitting the pillows with a sigh. Licking your lips, you looked down at him and smiled, seeing his eyes sparkling with joy and bliss. He laughed, caressing your thighs and then pulled you down for a kiss. It was sweet and soft, without tongue, just lips brushing yours; completely different then those earlier.

Oh, so he could be gentle too.

Cupping his face, you pecked his mouth a few times and then rolled off of him, standing up to make a quick run to your bathroom to clean yourself, leaving the door open.

"Hey!" you heard him yelling not even two minutes later, after you splashed your face with cold water. "Is it weird that I wanna cuddle?!"

You smiled on his words, shaking your head. Asshole also appeared to be a softie cuddler. Can this evening be any weirder?

"Yes!" you yelled back, laughing as you put down the cloth you were using to dry yourself.

"Cool!" he announced and then changed his tone, "I don't care."

Chuckling, you turned the light off on your way out and grabbed a random, oversized t-shirt from your drawer to put it on, letting it slip from one of your shoulders. Dean was making himself comfy in your bed, watching you carefully with his arm under his head and a stupid grin on his face.

"What?" you asked as you climbed on the bed, joining him under the covers.

"Nothing," he shrugged and shifted so you could fit in, resting your head on his chest.

Throwing your arm over his middle, you hugged him as his fingers came to trace the skin on your shoulder. A comfortable silence fell over you as you cuddled, enjoying the warmth, but you knew his mind was running, just like yours.

You didn’t like this tendency of yours to overthink, but the current situation was not only unexpected but also confusing. What now? Lovers? Relationship? Friends with benefits? Enemies with benefits? Because, you had to stay honest, if he did something that would piss you off, no matter how good he was in bed, you would still punch his perfect nose.

"I'm sorry." His words surprised you, detaching you from your thoughts. "For being a noisy neighbour."

You could hear the genuine guilt in his voice and that immediately made you feel like a bitch, so you said the first thing that came to your mind.

"I'm sorry for screwing up your car," you mumbled and quickly regretted it.

"Ha! So it was you!" His victory voice made your eyes roll and you poked his side, annoyed by the fact he dragged a confession from you so easily.

"But if it makes you feel any better, the paint is made of chalk so it’ll easily wash off," you said, unable to help the silly smile that spread across your face when you saw the relieved but shocked expression that he wore.

“Well played,” he chuckled, the sound rumbling under your ear which you found oddly comforting. So you snuggled more, melting into the intimacy.

You had to look the truth straight into the eye; maybe he did infuriate you like no other but there was something else. A pull, an urge to blow off the constant steam forming between you. You wanted him and something was telling you that from now on you won't be knocking on door number 12 just to fuss about loud music.

And once Jo finds out, you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

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