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snowball-doie · 4 months ago

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| pairing: gn!Reader x switch!Mark

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Under the desk blowjob. Edging. Overstimulation. Oblivious.... oblivious Mark..... He's more on the subby side for this one.

| wc: 3k

“How does London sound?”

You looked up from your laptop to raise a brow at your boyfriend who was sitting on the couch with you, your legs swung over his thighs while he slowly massaged your feet as he got lost in thought. That was what he spent the last hour thinking about? Really? He knew better than to ask you to go with him on trips, work or not.

When you and Mark started dating, a clear rule had been struck which stated that you could never, ever get caught dating— Not because he worried about his career, who gave a fuck about that? Mark was consumed with anxiety about you being attacked and harassed by cruel fans who felt they could say or do whatever they wanted behind the safety of their phone screens… Or worse, they would confront you in person and threaten your safety. He tried not to imagine the worst, but the possibilities seemed to be endless, and he wanted to protect you first and foremost, so the most important thing was being as careful as possible; That usually meant no public outings. You two lived together, you slept together, you ate together, but you would never be seen together.

However, the past few months had taken a turn for Mark. He disliked being away from you due to tours and comebacks, so his clinginess had grown twofold, leading to some instances which you found to be tiptoeing the line between breaking your number one rule and just Mark being a good boyfriend. You tried not to care about it too much. You were both adults making adult decisions, and you knew how to play it safely… But that didn’t stop you from wondering why the Hell Mark of all people was willing to play with fire like that. Now he was throwing out the idea of London? That was supposed to be his sponsored trip for Wimbledon. You weren’t invited. You didn’t have a plane ticket. His hotel room was only reserved for one person in a king sized suite, thanks to his sponsors. There was no room for you, and the odds of getting caught were too high.

“Can’t,” you replied.

Mark rubbed his thumbs into the arch of your left foot. “It’d be fun. We can fly first class together, stay in a nice hotel, tour the city… I don’t think I could get you into the game, but… There’s plenty of other things for us to do together.”

“Can’t.”

He tsked his tongue with frustration. “Why?”

“Too risky.”

“Not if we put the flight in your name, get you your own room in the hotel so no one would think we’re sharing a bed…” He hit a sore spot, causing you to stop typing on your laptop and put your full attention on him. “I’ll put on hats and masks while we’re walking around—”

“We can’t.”

Mark sighed. “Come on. Just once. I promise, we’ll be super, super, super careful. And if you ever get too worried, we can bail. Just say the word and we’ll go back to the hotel, no questions asked. We can stay in all day, watch movies, order room service, fuck a ton—”

You kicked his thigh gently.

“Ow!”

But with a little more persuasion and a few solidified plans about how you two would pull off your incognito trip to London, you were convinced to go with him at the last second. Mark paid for everything. Your first class flight— Somehow there was still a seat available next to him, so he snatched it up immediately, despite the insane price gouging because of how soon the flight was; Your hotel room, a small one since you wouldn’t be spending time in it anyhow, it was just for appearances; And he made sure that all other expenses were attached to his card. He truly wasn’t wasting any time locking you into the trip. He wanted you there no matter what. Stupid or not, he wanted you there so badly… If it were at all possible, maybe in some alternate universe, Mark would’ve had you at his side throughout the entire trip, no masks or hats, no more hiding from the world. But alas… that wasn’t your reality.

You and Mark had to arrive at the airport separately. The paparazzi and fans were waiting for him because he was flying for a schedule which meant that it was public information, unfortunately; But you managed to walk through check-in and security smoothly without any issues. Boarding the flight, you were able to stand next to each other, but you couldn’t be caught talking to each other. That didn’t stop Mark. At one point, as the line was moving towards the flight attendant who was scanning tickets, Mark’s pinky drifted against yours, letting you know that he was there and that he so badly wanted to hold your hand. On the flight. That was the look you gave him, a promise that he could hold your hand for the entirety of the trip once everyone was seated and no one was looking. And that was exactly what happened.

Mark fell asleep on the plane, his hand clasped with yours under his blanket. He was in the middle of rewatching one of the Spider-Man movies when his head slumped to the side, his mouth fell agape, and he started quietly snoring under the noise of the jet engines that kept the plane moving in the air. He looked really cute. You’d never flown with him before, and you never really imagined that you would, so seeing the way he so comfortably fit into his spot in first class and accepted all the amenities and even fell asleep so quickly was baffling to you— But his fogged up glasses, and his brown curls falling in his face nearly took you out. You figured out about two hours into the flight that it was cuteness aggression which nearly had you cuddling him, if it weren’t for the fact that anyone could have spotted you two at any moment.

Mark organized having a driver pick you up at baggage claim because fans were waiting for him there too so he couldn’t go with you. You were pampered completely by the driver offering to take your bag, dragging it behind him as he led you to the nice SUV which had water and snacks waiting for you, and he even offered to let you control the music if you wanted— You were too shy to entertain the thought. When you arrived at the hotel, the driver helped hand your bag over to the bell boys who opened your door and guided you to the front desk where you found Mark already checking into his room as well. He grinned over at you while you both stood at the desk. The lady across from him was trying to ask him questions, but he was so locked into staring at you out of the corner of his eye that he couldn’t focus on the topic at hand. You, however, made your check in brief because your bag was delivered to your room despite the fact that you needed to covertly transport it to Mark’s room. Idiot was already there by the time you arrived. Life of a celebrity… Even though he procrastinated, he still managed to beat you everywhere.

“You like it?” he asked, looking around the suite before falling onto the bed.

You also looked around a bit. It was a big place with a living room, a big TV, a small kitchen, the large king bed, and a huge bathroom that you couldn’t imagine why it was like that. “It’s nice.”

Mark smirked. “You tired? Hungry?”

“Both.”

“Room service?”

You nodded.

Over the next few days, Mark was so busy with work that he was up early in the morning in order to let the makeup, hair, and clothing stylists in so that they could doll him up for the day, then he wouldn’t be back until late in the evening when everyone would return with him in order to take back all their work. It gave you plenty of time to explore on your own, but you wished that it were with him, like a normal couple. You knew what you signed up for. You weren’t stupid. But that was exactly why you declined the trip in the first place because you expected that being alone and missing him would suck. Yeah, the city was pretty in certain places, and it was kind of funny seeing fangirls running around with their Mark Lee photocards on their bags while they ran to go find him at his next public schedule. He even thought it was funny when you told him about your day when you two would be cuddled in bed together, catching up on what the other missed out on. He had a lot more going on than you did, but that was a given.

After the last day of his sponsored trip, Mark was finally free. Like he promised, he took you wherever you wanted, despite the many layers of clothes he had to wear in the heat just so he could go unrecognized, and you felt too uncomfortable to hold hands while walking around. Mark noticed. He was always observant about those kinds of things, so he didn’t want to push you, especially when he was slightly worried too about the amount of fangirls that were still roaming around the city in the hopes of “accidentally” running into their favorite idol.

In the evenings, you and Mark returned to the hotel to relax. Sometimes you would go out for dinner, most times not because someone could snap a picture of you two at dinner and have it in the tabloids ten minutes later with a headline about how the lead rapper of NCT was on a dinner date in London. That was a shit storm neither of you wanted to handle. And it wasn’t like staying in was a bad thing! You still got to see the city as much as you wanted to, and you finally got to spend time with Mark in London, so what was there to complain about?

Work.

There was always work. Being at the hotel meant that Mark got caught up in making music at his laptop for hours on end without realizing how much time was passing. For the most part you didn’t mind because he began around the time you were getting in bed, and you always woke up in his arms regardless, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. But there was one night you were annoyed. Before your room service dinners arrived, Mark was sitting at the desk in his pajamas, headphones on, music blasting while he worked on creating a new mix for his solo projects that he enjoyed messing with— You were pretty sure that he and Johnny were writing another song together too, so his focus was tunnel visioned on work, work, work and not his partner whom he’d dragged to Europe with him after begging like a pathetic puppy for so long. Was he stupid? Yuta probably would have smacked him upside the back of the head if you told him what Mark was doing. “Idiot, there’s a hot person in the bed behind you. Do something about it!” But Yuta would have to smack some sense into your boyfriend later… In the meantime, you had to make due with fighting to put his attention back on you.

“Baby,” you cooed from the bed.

He didn’t budge. Instead, he clicked a few things, opened another Chrome tab, Googled something, then went back to his mix.

“Mark.”

Still nothing.

You tsked your tongue and crawled off the bed. Mark was so lost in his own world that he didn’t even notice that you were only wearing blue underwear just for him; and he didn’t even budge when you dropped to your knees beside him. You rolled your eyes. There was no way his tunnel vision was that bad… Sure, he moved a bit to accommodate you as you skillfully made your way under the desk and settled in between his man-spread legs, but come on, really? He still didn’t take off his headset? What the Hell did he think you were doing down there, counting specs of dust? Sometimes he really could be oblivious.

When you started fiddling with his pajama pants, Mark hesitated, leaning back slightly so that he could glance down at you through his glasses with a raised brow. You hesitated. With a doe-eyed look, you acted like you weren’t doing anything at all, because he seemingly didn’t want to pay much attention to you in the first place, even though it was his idea to drag you to London. Mark warily went back to his work. Once his focus was elsewhere again, you continued to tease him. He let out a quiet gasp when you ran the palm of your hand over the crotch of his pants, feeling up his length that jumped with excitement. You grinned. Still, he eyed you suspiciously while slowly clicking things with his mouse and readjusting tunes with the mixer to his left. Then the tips of your fingers danced over his sensitive tip. His breath hitched, his eyes squeezed shut, and he adjusted slightly in his seat so that it would be easier for you to touch more of him. You didn’t enlighten him. Not yet. You just stared up at him with a grin, admiring how handsome he was, and how the blush on his cheeks was growing along with the erection in his pants.

To test the waters, you ran your hand along his cock again, content that he found you so alluring that he could get as hard as he was within a teasing touch or two. Surely he’d put his attention on you finally if you just… reached into his pajamas and pulled out his cock. Mark let out another quiet moan. But what really did it was when you held him upright as he was still getting harder, and you wrapped your lips around him, sinking down about half way.

“Oh— Fuck, baby—” His hands abandoned his music set up to tangle his fingers in your hair so that he could keep you on his cock. However, you pulled away with surprisingly not much protest from Mark who whimpered when your lips left him, and instead your thumb slowly played with his tip. “Baby, please…”

“Keep working.”

“What?”

You shrugged. “You’ve got a lot of work to do, right? You should keep working, or else Johnny’ll get mad when we go back home.”

“He won’t care—” He bucked his hips up in an attempt to get you to suck him off again.

“Oh? So it could’ve waited?”

“I—” He dawned on him that he’d gotten himself caught in your trap. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t even realize.” His head fell backwards when you suddenly licked the length of his dick from base to tip so slowly that you felt him pulse in your hand. “I’m so, so sorry, baby, please…” His hands unwittingly guided your mouth back onto him. Mark groaned loudly. “Just like that.”

He looked so cute with his headset slowly falling off his head, his glasses pushed all the way up the bridge of his nose thanks to gravity, and your name was being chanted like a prayer while it mixed with his moans and pleas for you to keep going. You couldn’t stay mad at that. Seeing him fall apart for you made you happier than anything else in the whole world.

“Use your tongue— Y-Yeah— Just… just like that… Don’t stop…”

You did as he wanted, patterning your movements between bobbing your head, swirling his tip with your tongue, and using your hands to play with his balls and the base of his cock. He whimpered pathetically. It seemed that you were getting to him, faster than you expected. The way Mark swiveled his hips desperately in his chair, and he finally knocked the headset off the top of his head and onto his neck, you could tell that he was already close to cumming.

You pulled away again, using that moment to catch your breath while Mark popped upright to look down at you with pouty eyes, wondering how you could possibly do such a thing when he was so close… Poor thing. Still, it was just as much fun to torment him as it was to see him falling apart thanks to you. When his breath was steady again, you went back to sucking him off slowly— Really slow in the hopes of working him up without getting him too close to the edge yet. It worked. Mark’s feet anxiously kicked against the floor. He groaned and grabbed onto the arms of his desk chair as tightly as he could to keep himself from grabbing you or fucking your face because he knew that would deter you from giving him what he desperately needed.

“Come on, baby,” he egged you on needily, “you look so good with my cock in your mouth… Wanna cum in your mouth… Wanna watch you swallow every drop.” He sucked in a deep breath to relax his body, recollecting himself. When he was calm, he put his fingers back in your hair and pushed you down onto his cock, letting you feel the way his tip hit the back of your throat, both of you moaning in unison. “Fuck, yes!”

For about a minute, Mark fucked your mouth, thinking that he had all the control in the world, but once again, when he got close, you squirmed your way out of his grasp and sat back to look up at him from under the desk. He pouted down at you. Okay, okay, fine, just one more… It was fun edging him, but you couldn’t bear that sad look on his face.

You tangled your fingers with his so that he had something else to hold onto when you returned to sucking him off with hollow cheeks and your tongue swirling around. Mark’s grip tightened against yours. He boiled himself down to pants and pathetic little whimpers rather than begging you, probably theorizing that it was his neediness that convinced you to keep edging him for fun. However, you wanted to drag those cute reactions out of him to make him earn the orgasm you’d already decided on giving him; So you made sure to put enough attention on his sensitive tip until he had no other choice than to start moaning your name again, coupled with quiet, “Please, please, please, please, please, please…” that indicated his brain had broken so soon and so easily.

With another doe-eyed look up at him, you silently told him that it was okay to finally cum. Mark tensed in his chair in preparation. His thighs squeezed around your head, his feet kept anxiously tapping the carpet, and his hips wiggled desperately in his seat while you bobbed your head faster up and down his length.

“I’m cumming—” He moaned out so breathlessly you almost missed it. “I’m- I’m— Fuck—” With his hips hovering in the air, he finally snapped.

He came hard, his legs shivering, his hands tugging against yours, his cum spilling down your throat. You pressed his hips down onto the chair so that he could relax while you helped him ride out his orgasm. Mark hunched forward when “helping” turned into overstimulating.

“Ah, shit, baby, wait, wait, fuck—”

Finally, you gave him reprieve by slowly dragging your lips off his cock with a pop. Mark released your hands while his body completely slumped with relief, and he reached out to run his thumb over your bottom lip, collecting the little bit of drool mixed with cum that you hadn’t realized was there, then he slowly pushed his finger into your mouth. Take every drop…

“That’s it,” he cooed at you tiredly.

After you finished sucking his thumb clean, Mark rolled his desk chair back in order to give him room to readjust his pants momentarily before reaching out to help you off the ground.

“Come here.”

He welcomed you so easily into his arms and onto his lap. He hugged you close, kissing your lips desperately despite the fact that you tasted like his cum— Or perhaps because of that.

“I’m sorry I got lost in my work.” He pecked your cheek. “Let me make it up to you.”

“Better make it good,” you replied teasingly.

Mark chuckled. “Oh, I will.”

Carefully, he lifted you off his lap and navigated you towards the bed. There was a little more than twenty four hours until your flight home… Yeah, there’d be plenty of time for him to make it up to you and keep his full attention on you in the meantime.

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mj0702 · 6 months ago

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@helen-with-an-a ... there you go

“Lucy!!!” you came sprinting into the kitchen nearly running into your sister

“What?” Lucy asked chopping some fruits

“Can I go to London to surprise Lee and Meado?” you asked excited

“Why??” your sister asked not stopping her chopping

“Kei is in London and I kinda miss Meado and Viv – okay I miss Miley … and Lee… pleeeeeaaaaaase Lucy…” you begged pulling slightly on your sisters sleeve

“Keira is in London?” Lucy double checked

“Sí” you nodded frantically

“Get her on the phone so I can talk to her…” your sister huffed and you sprinted off getting her phone unlocking it with a broccoli before calling Keira

“How did you unlock me phone??” Lucy exclaimed shocked

“With the broccoli as always” you shrugged your shoulders “It always works with a broccoli… cauliflower doesn’t work by the way”

“What you mean with the broccoli ad always???” your sister was still flabbergasted

“You use face ID to unlock your phone… a broccoli works… Hi Kei… Lucy wants to talk to you” you said happily as the call connected

“Did you know you can unlock my phone with a broccoli???” was the first thing Lucy asked when she took the phone from you while you shuffled over to the couch looking down on Ona who had her eyes closed

“Qué?” the spaniard said keeping her eyes shut

“Did I wake you?” you shuffled around uncomfortably

“No Bebita… I wasn’t asleep in the first place… just relaxing a little bit” Ona answered a small smile on her face

“Can I relax with you?” you asked shyly and without answering Ona moved a little to the side making room for you

“Don’t worry Bebita… Lucy will let you go to London…” the spaniard said quietly pulling you into her arms calming you down immediately

“But what if Keira says no…” you said sadly

“… then Lucy will find someone else who will pick you up and look after you – of course it’s easier if Keira agrees because she knows you” Ona said calmly starting to gently massage your temple knowing it helps you to focus

“Muy Gracias Oni” you sighed out melting into her frame

“What is muy gracias Bebita?” the catalan chuckled “I taught you better than that”

“moltes gràcies” you huffed

“There we go…” Ona smiled happily

“Guys… dinner” your sister yelled from the kitchen making you whined

“I just got comfortable” you whined making Ona chuckle

“We agreed to one full meal a day Bebita” the spaniard said softly poking your side “You were far to close to slip into old habits again”

“I know” you huffed rolling your eyes but getting up nonetheless

“Bona noia” Ona smile getting up after you

“Lucy I can’t anymore” you sighed

“I little bit more Bubs… please… you didn’t even eat a third.. I know it’s a lot but please…” Lucy said softly

“I’m full Lucy…” you whined

“Lucy…” Ona laid her hand on her girlfriends arm “… Baby steps”

“I know…” your sister sighed and you immediately sunk back into your chair feeling like you disappointed her

“M’sorry Luce” you mumbled

“No Bubs… you did nothing wrong... I should’ve made something lighter… not pasta… still too much for you” Lucy said stroking through your hair “… but you ate something so… Go pack your bag… Kei will pick you up at Heathrow tomorrow”

“You letting me go??” you perked up

“Sure … but you promise to listen to Keira” your sister said seriously

“Promise” you said quickly before rushing to your room

“It’ll do her some good…. I know you already worry but Keira will look after her” Ona said squeezing Lucys arm lightly

“I know… but with her eating disorder flaring up again…” Lucy chewed on her bottom lip

“You told Keira right?” the spaniard checked

“Of course I did… she’s blaming herself too…” your sister answered

“None of us noticed it until it was nearly too late… and we’re living with her” Ona said softly knowing how much Lucy beat herself up over it “… but we caught her in time and she’s doing better… slowly… but steadily”

“I don’t know if we would’ve caught it it if it wasn’t for Tana…” Lucy said lowly

“It doesn’t matter now… we’re going to catch her every time she needs us too…” the blonde smiled slightly

“LUCY????!!! WHERE IS YOUR CITY JERSEY??? I NEED IT TO RUB SALT INTO THE WOUND!!!” you yelled down the hallway

“HOW SHOULD I KNOW???? I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE MY WOLD CUP MEDAL IS” your sister yelled back

“In our bedroom… wardrobe… left side fourth shelf” Ona now interrupted knowing if she wouldn’t Lucy and you would yell at each other the whole night

“GRACIAS FRIENDLY SPANIARD” you yelled and your bare feet could be heard as you padded down the hallway towards their bedroom

“Okay listen Bubs…. Kei will pick you up at Heathrow… you do NOT leave the building without her… if anything happens you call for a stewardess… I told the airline that you’re not comfortable flying and they’ll have an extra eye on you anyway – bit if you get a panic attack coming you tell one of them okay” Lucy said to you her voice serious

“God Lucy… it’s not the first time I’m flying on me own” you tried to play it cool but your sister saw right through your act

“I downloaded the Norway against Croatia game… we play both of them in friendlies in after the summer break… Sarina wants some ideas… you can go over your notes with Leah and video call Sarina…” your sister just kept talking knowing it’s best to ignore your act

“Why can’t Sarina tell me that herself??” you grumbled

“When was the last time you checked your emails??” Lucy raised her eyebrow

“Ehrm…. Dunno… couple of weeks?” you shrugged your shoulders

“Exactly… she did tell you… you just never check your emails” your sister rolled her eyes as your flight got called up “Okay Bubs… that’s it… you’ll be good for Kei and bring me back some Hobnobs and Penguin okay”

“Can’t you come with me Lucy… please?” you suddenly begged

“I can’t Bubs… you’ll be okay ... you get on the plane and watch the game and then it’s already time to get off the plane again” Lucy said lovingly as she pressed a kiss to your forehead

“Okay… okay…” you took a deep breath “… I can do that”

“Go… and don’t forget to text when you’re there” your sister gently pushed you towards the gates

“Come on.. just open these damn doors….” you mumbled to yourself “… people have somewhere to be”

Finally the Crew opened the plane doors and you were the first one to get off the plane making use off all the training Alexia and Lucy put you trough. You were pretty sure you tanked a business man back into hi seat but you didn’t care. You flashed through arrival area where people waited for their luggage and of COURSE the police officer got suspicious of your behavior. You were THIS close to the exit doors when two of them decided to stop you and starting to ask questions

“Okay guys look… I HATE flying with a passion… my pick me up is waiting just behind that door” you said panting “… can we please play 20 questions there?”

“Okay… you’re going to come us Ma’am” the older scruffy police officer said already grabbing your arm

“HEY!!” you yelled upset which was the wrong decision to make since his grip tightened around your arm and more police officers looked over

“We just have a few questions… don’t make a scene.. it won’t end good for you” the man said already pulling you along

“Look mate… I just want to get outta here and visit some friends… can you ask your stupid questions and let me go?” you asked getting angry yourself

“I decide where and when I ask NY questions…” the grey haired officer grumbled his younger colleague following

“I’m a citizen of the United Kingdom… you have no right…” you started to fight his grip

“… I don’t care if you’re English, African or Indian… if I have the suspicion you have something to hide I can stop and question whoever I want” the old officer said pulling you into an office

“Okay… boarding pass, passport and state your name and date of birth” the grey haired man grumbled

“I want a lawyer” you shot back

“This is not CSI Heathrow… you don’t need a lawyer” the old man rolled his eyes “Just cooperate and will be done in a couple of minutes”

“Y/n Tough Bronze, February 20th… I’m 5’4, 53.4 kg, blue eyed, I have a girlfriend and my Starbucks order is…” you started but got interrupted again

“You think this is a joke?” the officer asked

“Quiet frankly… yes… but I still try to be nice and respectful” you smiled sweetly

“You’re under age… what are your plans here and how long you’re staying?” the man didn’t even react to your sarcasm

“I told you me pick me up is waiting outside… I’m still allowed to fly on me own” you grumbled

“Give me a name” the officer said seeing you won’t answer any of his questions

“Keira Walsh… if you lived under a rock and don’t know what she looks like… Google her name” you said leaning back in the chair

“Insults won’t get you anywhere but okay… Keira Walsh my ass…” the man rolled his eyes

“My name is LITERALLY Bronze…” your voice full of sarcasm

“Okay… if you say so… Darren… get outside and retrieve “Keira Walsh”… I’ll start the paperwork for having John Cleese over here trough the night” the grey haired officer grumbled as his partner rushed outside

“Bitsy I swear if you attacked an officer again I’ll let you rot in prison” you heard before the door got ripped open and an angry looking Keira stood in the frame

“I did nothing I swear” you held up your hands in surrender “HE just grabbed me as I was on me way out”

“Holy mother Mary of God…” the older man mumbled

“Leave Mearps out of this… she would end you for even touching me” you said grumpily

“You… quiet…” Keira snapped at you before turning to the officer “…. What’s the problem officer?”

“She was acting suspicious running through the arrival area so I stopped her and she got all defensive and sarcastic…” the man explained and before you could even bring your two cents in you got hurled up by Keira who was apologizing over and over again explaining that you really hate airports and just wanted to leave as quickly as possible

“I can’t believe I had to pick you up at the police AGAIN Bitsy” Keira scolded you back in the car

“I didn’t do anything!!!” you got fed up

“Watch your tone… or your ass is back on a plane to Barcelona before you know it” the blonde said calmly

“Why is always everyone thinking the worst of me??” you said upset

“No one is thinking the worst of you Bits… but you need to think before attacking…” Keira stayed calm not fueling your fire

“I did nothing wrong” you spat

“You got sarcastic…” the blonde pointed out as she pulled into the emirates parking lot

“He was just being an asshat” you sneered as you bolted out of the car

“Keira?!” Leah asked surprised seeing her best friend slandering down the hallway

“Hey… you might want to clear the pitch before Katie gets out there…” Keira answered smirked but kept on walking

“Why would I clear….” Leah looked confused turning on her heels speed walking towards the pitch

“I swear McCain… go produce some fries and leave me alone” the arsenal captain heard your voice

“Your Insults are lacking… that’s all you got?” the Irish laughed as you launched yourself at her a angry cry leaving your lips

Before you could tackle Katie to the ground Leah caught you and turned you away from the Irish

“Hey Poppy… what’s with the mood” Leah hugged you tightly knowing if she let go now you would break Katies legs

“Missed you Leah” you mumbled against her shoulder relaxing a little bit

“I miss my little Pop…” the blonde mumbled back before you spotted someone and quickly pushed out of Leahs hold

“MILEY!!!! Hiiiiiii” you squealed happily as the brown fluff ball came running over to you

“I feel so loved” Meado deadpanned as she reached her captain while you were on the ground with Miley all over you

“Not even three minutes ago she was ready to break Katies legs…” Leah said watching you fondly

“Pumpkin… no… Miley!!!” Beth quickly interrupted your play

“We were just playing” you pouted

“Play nicely” Meado said sternly

“Where’s Viv?” you asked Miley now sitting by your side

“At home… first training today with our new signing” Beth answered

“I hate her already” you grumbled making Leah and Meado laugh

“You’ll love her” Leah chuckled

“100 bucks says I will” you challenge Leah

“You don’t have a 100 bucks” the blonde rolled her eyes

“I don’t… but Lucy has” you grinned and pulled Lucys credit card our of your Bra

“Does she know you took that?” Meado asked raising her eyebrow

“Of course not” you grinned victorious

“Hola Chiquiti” you heard a voice as a brown haired woman passed you

“Hola Mario” you greeted back not realizing the situation

You watched Mariona going over to team starting to warm up with them when it hit you

“WAAAAAAIT A SECOND??!!!!!” you yelled out as Leah and Meado burst out laughing beside you “ARSENAL?!??! Estas jodidamente seria ???”

“Welcome our new player Poppy” now Leah grinned victorious

#keira walsh x reader #lucy bronze x reader #woso image #ona batlle x reader #leah williamson #beth mead #mariona caldentey

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thebisexualdogdad · 2 months ago

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Smutober day 12: Barry Allen x Male!reader - The other side of the world

You had been in London for two weeks for work and you talked on the phone with Barry every day.

“I can't wait to come home next week, I miss you so much,” you tell your boyfriend over the phone.

“I know I've been counting down the days till you get back,” he replies.

“Have you been keeping yourself busy?”

“Oh yeah we finally locked up mirror master today, caught him while he was trying to rob a bank,” he tells you.

“That's great,” you reply happily but you had been horny for days and was missing more than just hearing his voice, “I miss you.”

“You said that already,” he chuckles.

“No Barry, I miss you,” you say and then Barry's phone dings that he got a message.

He opens it up to see you sent him a photo of you in your hotel bed, you're shirtless with your sweatpants pulled down just enough to tease him with the base of your cock.

“Barry? You still there?” You ask when he doesn't say anything.

“Open your door,” he finally says, breaking the moment of silence.

You get up and walk over to the door, opening it up to find Barry standing there.

“You really ran to the other side of the world for me?” You ask, hanging up your phone and slipping it in the pocket of your sweats.

“I'd run around the world a million times for you,” he says, stepping inside the room and kissing you hard.

He kicks off his shoes as you make out, walking backwards towards the bed.

He pushes you down to sit on the edge and he gets to his knees, kissing your lower stomach as he pulls your sweats off.

“If I knew all it took for you to run across an ocean was a dick pic I would have sent you one days ago,” you laugh as he strokes you, your cock growing hard in his hand.

He chuckles and takes your semi hard cock in his mouth, expertly bobbing his head.

You tangle your hand in his hair, giving him praise as he sucks your now fully erect cock.

“God Barry you always make me feel so good,” you groan as he massages your balls.

He continues to work your cock but now his finger is playing with your hole, easing it inside.

You moan loudly as he uses his powers to vibrate his finger stretching you out.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, when Barry learned this trick a few years ago he took full advantage of it whenever possible.

He adds a second finger, pumping them deeper inside you and continuously hitting your g spot as he has your entire cock in his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you shout, cumming straight down his throat.

Barry swallows it all, removing his fingers and releasing your cock with a wet pop.

“Turn over baby,” he tells you as he stands up and you crawl onto the bed, your ass in the air ready to be fucked by him.

Barry strips off his clothes, slapping his hard cock against your ass to tease you.

“Barry,” you groan as he slips the tip inside you.

“I've had to use our toys to get myself off the last two weeks but none of them ever felt as good as your ass,” he says, holding onto your waist as he starts to fuck you.

It doesn't take long for you to get hard again with Barry pounding you from behind but then he starts to vibrate his cock.

“Oh my god yes just like that,” you cry out, your eyes rolling back.

Barry smirks proudly knowing exactly what he's doing to you and he also gets the benefit of getting to watch your ass jiggle from the vibrations.

You reach down and start jerking yourself off, another orgasm quickly approaching.

“I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum,” you chant, shooting out onto the bedsheets.

Barry returns to a normal human pace, pulling out of you and vibrating his hand as he uses it to help him cum all over your ass.

He speeds to the bathroom and grabs a towel as your arms finally give out on you and you fall to the mattress.

Back with a nice soft towel from the bathroom he cleans the cum off your ass and the sheets letting you flip over onto your back.

Throwing the towel to the floor he crawls onto the bed and lays next to you, “you okay babe? I didn’t over do it did I?”

“Baby that was incredible,” you say, scooting closer to him and putting your head on his chest.

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Veins of the Forgotten (dean winchester x reader)

The faint light from the moon filtered through the windows, enough to reveal shapes in the shadows—old furniture draped in sheets, dust motes floating lazily in the air. As you moved through what seemed to be the living room, you noticed a faint, unnatural glow coming from a drawer near the window. It was almost… too bright, like it shouldn’t be there at all.

tags: mystery!fic, dark themes, fantasy, mentions of sex, violence, murder, softdom!dean, sub!reader, virginity, insects(kinda triggering), might continue idk. Words: 4.1k next chapter⟶

It was a cold, somber day in the city of rain. You were walking toward the Cambridge science lab, your mind racing with thoughts of the meeting ahead. You had been called in to assist with research on bioluminescent insects—a subject that had always intrigued you. As a biology enthusiast, this opportunity was everything you had hoped for. It could be the breakthrough you needed to advance your career.

You entered the lab and found Professor Buckley hunched over his desk, scribbling frantically in a notebook. When he noticed you, he looked up, his eyes betraying a mixture of relief and exhaustion. He gave you a firm handshake and gestured to the chair beside him.

"I need you to understand," he said, his voice carrying an edge of urgency, "you're the only one I can count on for this. After fifteen years of research, I'm at the end of my rope. I can't trust anyone else with this—especially not now."

Your brow furrowed. "Why? What’s going on?"

Professor Buckley paused, his fingers massaging his temples. His gaze lingered on you with a trace of frustration. "Everyone's afraid to go to the research site. It’s located in a desolate part of rural London, about 150 kilometers away. And the insects—" He hesitated. "They behave... differently. They only appear at midnight, on this exact date. No one can explain it. I’ve been working on this for years, but it’s like no one dares face it."

He handed you a folder, and you opened it, finding it packed with pages—sketches, diagrams, notes, some neat and others hastily written, like thoughts racing too fast to catch. You scanned the documents quickly, then looked up at him. His gaze was sharp, focused, pleading.

"I need someone brave enough," he murmured. "Someone with a fresh perspective."

A sense of determination surged within you. “Leave it to me, Professor. I grew up in the suburbs of London and you know since I was a little kid. This is nothing I can’t handle. I learned with you.”

He gave you a faint smile but pulled you into an unexpected embrace. Almost immediately, he pulled away, as if embarrassed by his own action. "Sorry," he muttered, his voice soft with guilt. “You’re… so special to me. I can’t lose you.”

"It's fine," you reassured him, trying to ease his discomfort. "I know how important this is to you."

"Thank you," he said, his expression softening as he handed you a small bag. "Here’s the key to my car, a fuel card, and a phone. In case of emergency, I’ll be tracking you through the lab’s cameras. Also—" He hesitated for a moment before pulling out a small necklace, handing it to you. It was a delicate root-shaped charm. "For protection."

You nodded, taking the items without question, though the charm seemed out of place, somehow. Just as you were about to leave, he grabbed your arm gently.

"Be careful," he said, his voice low, full of an unspoken warning.

You smiled reassuringly, pulling your arm from his grasp. "I will," you said softly. "I’ll be back before you know it."

You left the lab and headed for the parking lot, where Professor Buckley’s 1996 navy blue Monza waited, a relic of the past. After loading the gear into the back, you checked the time: 6 p.m. You still had a few hours before you needed to be at the site. You stopped by a café for some supplies, grabbed a few snacks, then hit the road around 8:15 p.m.

The drive felt long, but there was a strange, restless excitement that pulsed through you as the city lights disappeared behind you. This would be a night to remember.

By the time you reached the location, it was nearly 11 p.m. The old mansion loomed in the distance, standing eerily still. You noticed a '67 Impala parked between two trees, its chrome gleaming in the moonlight. It struck you as odd. The car was in pristine condition, but the engine was cold—too cold, like it had been abandoned hours ago. You approached cautiously, your instincts on high alert.

A chill ran down your spine, but you shook it off. You pulled out your journal and began making notes about the scene, documenting every detail. The temperature had dropped significantly, far colder than it should have been for this time of year. 11:11 p.m. The full moon hung high above, casting strange shadows through the trees.

You tucked your journal away, the gun now in your hand, it's cold weight a reminder of the uncertainty ahead. You took a deep breath and stepped forward, entering the house slowly. The floor creaked underfoot, and the darkness wrapped around you like a shroud.

You let your eyes adjust, not wanting to draw attention with a flashlight. The faint light from the moon filtered through the windows, enough to reveal shapes in the shadows—old furniture draped in sheets, dust motes floating lazily in the air. As you moved through what seemed to be the living room, you noticed a faint, unnatural glow coming from a drawer near the window. It was almost... too bright, like it shouldn’t be there at all.

Cautiously, you approached, your heart racing in your chest. You opened the drawer, the soft creak of the wood a jarring contrast to the silence of the room. Inside, there was a key, attached to a keychain. The number “444” glowed with an eerie, unnatural light, the letters sharp and almost too bright in the dim room.

You stared at the key for a moment, a sense of dread creeping up your spine.

What was this? Why did it feel like the key to something... far darker than you had expected?

You closed the drawer quietly and took a step back, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. Something was wrong here—something more than just the insects. Suddenly, the keychain pointed toward your stomach, and you felt something icy pressed against your back, frosting you in place.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" A male raspy voice rang in your ears, sharp and demanding. He was close, with a gun aimed.

"Is that your car outside?" You asked, voice steady despite the cold dread in your chest.

“Answer my question or I'll shoot” He puts his hands in the trigger, the clicking made you swallow hard.

“Dean, stop it. Can’t you see she’s just a normal girl?” Other masculine voice breaks the silence in the ambient. A tall man holding a backpack.

“A normal girl doesn't come up at night in abandoned houses, Sam. She must be a demon”

“A… A demon? What the hell are you talking about? I just-” The man called Dean immobilizes you with his body, enclausurating your hands with his firm grip in one hand.

“Answer my questions or i’ll fucking kill you now.” His voice became harsh, but you could see between the lines that he was scared.

“Dean! She passed through the salt line. She’s a normal girl. Let her go!” The tall man yells and the other sighted, realising you from his improvised handcuff.

In a flash, you took the gun out of the purse, shaking the metal in your hands. He scoffed and took the gun out of your hand easily like taking candies of a child. You didn’t give up, grabbing a piece of wood. “What do you want from me? I have money, you can take it on the purse, just don’t hurt me please. I just wanted to do my research, see the insects, don’t hurt me. Please, i'm begging.” your angry tone is replaced by desperation, increased with your tears.

"Calm down, please. We’re not going to hurt you. We don’t want your money." The tall brunette spoke in a calm, reassuring voice, offering a gentle smile as he cast a disapproving glance at the other man. "I’m Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean. We’re here on research too, just didn’t expect anyone else to be around."

Dean grunted, still eyeing you suspiciously. "Yeah, we weren’t supposed to have anyone here, Sam. This girl’s acting weird. Can’t trust her."

Sam let out a frustrated sigh, clearly used to this kind of response from his brother. He turned back to you, trying to soften the situation. "Can you tell us who you are? You mentioned studying insects... We’re looking into them too."

You paused, glancing between the two men, your mind racing as you weighed your options. With a reluctant sigh, you lowered the iron rod in your hand and reached for your notebook bag, handing it to Sam. He took it carefully, flipping it open and beginning to examine its contents.

"(Y/N)," you said, your voice steady despite the rising tension. "I’m a student at the biology department at Cambridge. Professor Buckley sent me to study these strange bioluminescent insects that appear on corpses, specifically during full moons and leap years. It’s a new species we’ve been trying to catalog, but no one’s been able to observe one properly, except for the professor."

"Professor Buckley?" Dean interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "The weird guy? Quiet, weird posters and always hanging around the library?"

"Yes, that’s him," you said, surprised they knew him. "You know him?"

Sam shook his head slowly. "No, not really. But we’ve asked him a few questions, and he’s... not exactly forthcoming." He paused, his face tightening. "What you're looking for... they’re not insects."

You blinked. "What do you mean, they're not insects?"

Dean’s eyes narrowed. "They’re charming spirits. Not bugs. You’re looking for something that’s been around much longer than you think.”

“How are you so sure of it?” I asked, uneasy.

“Every February 29, a virgin is sent to this house as a sacrifice for the lure spirits, so they don't hurt anyone else in this town. The girl is left butchered with a knife in her heart” Sam continued in a simple explanation like a teacher. Your heart skipped a beat as he continued. “They lure their victims with music and light, then feed off their bodies. Exactly on this date. It’s part of an ancient pagan ritual."

“Virgin?” Dean interrupted, clearly surprised- “How old are you, 15? We gotta help her, Sam”

“23 and it’s not a shame to me. I'm a virgin by choice” You added, correcting your posture.

“Shit, it’s not shame—it’s… sadness. Sam, we have to help her. Damn, she’s going to die without ever experiencing the best thing in life!” Dean ran his fingers through his hair, frustration and concern written all over his face. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, clearly exasperated with his brother’s reaction.

“Sorry about that,” Sam said, giving you an apologetic smile. “He’s a bit dramatic. But no, she’s not going to die.” You gave him a small nod, still gripping your purse tightly.

Sam hesitated, opening his mouth as if he was going to say something, but then seemed to change his mind. The silence was broken by a soft tinkling sound—like something from a music box. You froze as glowing orbs appeared outside the house, their eerie glow filling the room. You shuddered. The words they were singing seemed like nonsense, but everything clicked as bright lines began to form in your hands.

Dean, looking unsettled, moved toward the door. "We need to get out of here."

But the door was locked. Your heart pounded in your chest. Am you really going to die here?

Dean and Sam quickly ushered you upstairs, slamming the door behind you. You could hear the sound of it echoing ominously in the stillness. “God, what are we going to do?” Dean was pacing, clearly on edge.

“I don’t know,” Sam replied, his expression tense. “There’s nothing in the legends about saving the girls from this. People who’ve encountered them... they just let them die.”

You swallowed hard, struggling to keep your composure. You can’t just give up now. “Uhm...” you spoke up, drawing their attention. “When you were researching the…insects, Professor Buckley’s experiments said that they despise the smell of male pheromones... and maca peruana.” You pulled the roots from your necklace, holding them out to them. “This is supposed to be effective.”

Dean gave you a skeptical look, eyeing the roots. "Wait, you're telling me this is going to stop them?"

You nodded. "It’s the best shot we’ve got. It’s a man natural aphrodisiac, the ancient used to keep the insects away, but the ritual is-”

“Ok, we have to try this” Dean interrupted and grabbed my necklace and rubbed it into his neck, hands and face. Ssm did the same. I did the same in my skin. Now I got pheromones and this stupid plant mixed in my perfume. “So, about the ritual.”

“Well… The- Theman has to kiss the woman and have… intercourse before midnight so they can stop the insects.” You stuttered, facing the ground.

They both look at each other confused, so Sam breaks the silence. “We can’t do this, but we are going to find another w…”

A loud noise interrupted Sam. The light grows, drawing closer to the room, tearing through the door as it advances. It’s no longer the soft, melodic song it once was—now, it’s darker, filled with anger, threatening. The glowing orbs swarm toward you, their song like an assault, almost suffocating. You can feel them trying to invade your body, opening marks across your skin. Blood begins to seep from your hands and nose. “HELP PLEASE… I” You scream with the agonizing pain inside you.

“Shit,” Dean mutters, his eyes wild with urgency. He steps toward you, his presence a shield. In a sudden, almost desperate motion, he grabs you, pressing his lips to yours in a fierce, raw kiss. You freeze at first, your eyes closing tightly, but it doesn’t matter. The light is too intense. You can feel it—like the world is about to explode—and then everything goes black.

When you come to, the air feels calmer. You blink, disoriented, and look down. The insects are gone. All that’s left are the scattered remnants of their glow.

Dean pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You look at him, confused and breathless. “Is that it? Just a kiss? Like some fairy tale?”

You both turn toward Sam, who looks as surprised as you feel. “Yeah, but... it’s past midnight now. How did it work?”

Sam stared at you both, his brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of the bizarre turn of events. “You know, I’ve read about cases like this, but I’ve never seen it play out this way before.” He paced for a moment, trying to piece things together.

Dean, still visibly unsettled, crossed his arms. “You’re telling me that this whole mess was stopped by a kiss?”

Sam stopped pacing, turning to face you with an intensity in his eyes. “It’s not just any kiss. It was the catalyst—the connection. These creatures, these ‘spirits,’ they’re not just drawn to blood or warmth. They feed off emotions. Fear, longing, despair. They latch onto the energy of whatever’s near. But…” Sam’s voice lowered slightly, almost as if he was talking to himself, “... there’s something else, something we didn’t account for. They’re also tied to a person’s emotional attachment.”

You blinked, trying to understand what Sam was getting at. “What do you mean? How does a kiss—”

Sam held up a hand to stop you. “Not just any kiss. A kiss born out of something real—something genuine, something that overrides their pull.” He looked at you and Dean, as if he’d pieced it all together. “It’s an ancient thing, from old myths, buried in forgotten folklore. A kiss between two people that breaks a bond, something they didn’t expect. These creatures, they’re not just drawn to a person—they’re attracted to energy that’s unbalanced, unresolved emotions. When Dean kissed you, it wasn’t just physical contact. It was that emotional connection—unspoken, unplanned—that disrupted the energy they were feeding on.”

Dean looked at him, confused. “So, you’re telling me my mouth was the weapon?”

Sam sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “In a way, yes. But it’s more complicated than that. The kiss acted as a kind of... reset. A shock to their system. It broke the cycle. And now, they’re gone.”

You stood there, still trying to process all of this. A kiss. A real kiss. You’d always thought those kinds of things only existed in fairy tales or cheesy rom-coms. But standing here, surrounded by the remnants of what could have been your end, it seemed almost like the only explanation that made sense.

“But why?” you asked, your voice trembling. “Why would they—why would they come after me? Just because I was studying insects?”

Dean’s face softened. “They didn’t just come for you because of the insects. They came because of what you represent to them. You’re a part of something they need—some sort of... ritual, maybe. You were part of a larger equation.”

Sam nodded. “Right. And that equation got disrupted when you stepped into the house. This wasn’t just about insects or creepy crawlies. They’ve been waiting for someone to break the cycle, but you weren’t supposed to be it.”

The air felt thicker as the silence hung heavy. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears. You didn’t quite know how to respond to all of this. Were you a part of some ancient ritual? Was the kiss just the beginning of something far bigger than you?

Dean scratched his head, clearly still processing. “You know what I don’t get? How the hell did you know about the maca peruana?”

You blinked, surprised by the question. “Professor Buckley... He mentioned it during his experiments. Said it could repel certain kinds of creatures. He was obsessed with them—these bioluminescent insects—and how they interacted with certain plants. That’s why I was researching them, he said I was all he had. I didn’t realize it was going to lead me here, though.”

Sam shot Dean a meaningful look. “It makes sense. The professor’s experiments weren’t just academic—they were trying to find a way to control these creatures, using plants and pheromones to manipulate their behavior. And somehow, you got caught up in it.”

Dean stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “So what are we dealing with here, exactly? Some kind of evil bioluminescent cult that uses kissing as a weapon?”

“Not exactly,” Sam answered, his voice thoughtful. “But this is bigger than just a random infestation. These spirits are connected to something older than anything we’ve encountered. And I don’t think we’ve seen the last of them.”

Dean cursed under his breath. Yeah. I get it. The creepy library doctor wants to intercourse with his dedicated virgin student so he can save her, right?”

You stared at Sam, feeling a strange mix of relief and dread. The kiss had saved you for now, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. Whatever was happening, whatever you were entangled in now, it wasn’t over. “You think Professor Buckley wants to…”

“Maybe, but we can’t confirm this” Sam said firmly, his gaze locked on yours. “We’re going to figure out how to stop them for good. This isn’t just about survival anymore. It’s about stopping whatever twisted cycle they’re a part of.”

“That’s fucked up. I knew he was a pervert with all that naked little indigenous woman on his wall.” He shoots angrily. “Pfft, researcher. What a joke.”

“Are you okay?” Sam asked politely with a gentle, concerned look.

“Yeah… I’m just… It’s too much information for one day…” you said weakly, rubbing your temples as the whirlwind of events still spun in your mind.

Dean gave you a look, something between concern and frustration, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his leather jacket. “I get it. Hell, we’ve been through a lot ourselves. But you’re still standing, so that’s a good sign.”

You nodded, forcing a smile. Despite the strange comfort in his words, the reality of what had just happened hit you harder than the cold wind outside. You still felt shaken. The kiss. The insects. The strange, unexplainable pull that seemed to have connected you with Dean in ways you didn’t understand.

Sam must’ve sensed the weight of it all. He gave a small, understanding nod and took a step back. “I’ll go check the outside. Make sure those things are really gone. You two should get some rest.”

You started to protest, but Sam was already moving, his footsteps echoing down the hall.

For a few moments, it was just you and Dean standing there in the quiet room, the remnants of chaos still hanging in the air. The faint hum of the wind outside was the only sound that filled the void. Dean’s gaze lingered on you, as if he was trying to read you.

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier,” Dean’s voice broke the silence. His tone was low, almost apologetic, which surprised you. “I know that kiss probably wasn’t what you expected. Hell, it wasn’t what I expected either.”

You glanced up at him, unsure of what to say. The way he was looking at you felt different now, softer, more vulnerable. "It wasn't... bad," you said, almost hesitantly. "But it was sudden, you know?"

Dean grinned, a little sheepish, and shrugged. “Yeah, well, sometimes things happen that way. But hey, it worked, right? The lights are gone, the bugs are dead, and you’re still breathing. So I’d say it was worth it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, the tension in your chest easing just a little. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

There was a moment of silence between you two. You wanted to say more, but words didn’t seem to come easily. You felt a strange connection to him, something unspoken that had shifted when the kiss broke the curse.

Dean seemed to sense the same thing. He leaned back against the doorframe, running a hand through his hair. “You know, I’ve never really been good at this... the whole ‘connection’ thing. I usually don’t stick around long enough to figure it out.”

“You don’t have to explain,” you said softly. “I get it. You’re... not the type to let people in easily.”

Dean met your eyes then, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to slow down. The heat of his gaze was intense, something deeper than the usual playful spark. Something you weren’t sure you were ready for.

“I guess that’s true,” he murmured, stepping a little closer. “But you... you’re different. You’ve been through a hell of a lot tonight, and I’ve seen enough to know when someone’s strong. I don’t usually let people see the side of me that’s... well, real. But with you... I don’t know. It feels like I should.”

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your racing heart. There was something about Dean—about his presence—that made you feel safe, even when everything else felt completely out of control. “I didn’t expect any of this either,” you said softly, “But... somehow, I’m glad it’s you who’s here.”

Dean’s lips curled into a small smile, something unguarded, warm. “You’re glad I’m here?” He stepped even closer, now only a few inches away, and you could feel the warmth radiating off him, like a protective shield. His voice softened, and there was a quiet sincerity in it. “Well, I’m glad you’re here too.”

Before you could respond, there was a sudden crash from outside. Sam’s voice shouted from down the hall. “Guys, get in here! We’ve got company!”

Dean cursed under his breath and grabbed your arm, pulling you toward the door. “Stay close. We’ll figure this out later.”

You followed him without hesitation, the adrenaline kicking in again as you sprinted after Dean. His hand brushed yours as you ran, and for a fleeting moment, you felt an undeniable pull toward him. A spark of something deeper, something that went beyond the chaos of the night.

As you reached Sam, who was crouching by the window, Dean turned to look at you one last time, his gaze lingering just a bit longer than usual. "This isn't over yet," he said, his voice low. "But when it is... we need to talk. About... everything."

You nodded, heart racing, both with the danger at hand and with the possibility of what could come next between you and Dean. Whatever happened in the coming hours, you knew one thing for sure: this wasn't the end of your connection with him. It was only the beginning.

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