#i bet jim just has a t-shirt under that jacket and then nothing

[dustykneed]

jim's toxic trait is being too hot for winter clothes (he runs hot and makes it everyone's problem)

[irrelevantwriter]

Three’s Company

Pairing: Negan x Female Reader/You, Jim Hopper x Female Reader/You

Rating: Explicit, NSFW

Warnings: threesome dynamics (M/F/M), language, daddy kink (majorly), oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, anal sex (female receiving), mention of bodily fluids, female ejaculation, Jim Hopper and Negan in the same room (its explosive), just lots of smut…like a lot

Word Count: 6.9K

Summary: Your coworkers decide to pop in for a late night visit.

A/N: This is a request fulfillment for the lovely @spacenerd96! Thank you for being so patient! I was blown away by this request bc I knew it had the potential to send us all to hell in a blaze of flames, lol. I wanted you all to ring in the new year with two of our favorite men. I really wanted to stay true to their individual characters while playing off each other, which was entertaining and interesting for two alpha men like Hopper and Negan. I hope I didn’t disappoint. The length is absurd, but I didn’t think you guys would mind. Plus, the smut is so ridiculously filthy that I think it more than makes up for it. Enjoy and share with your friends!

*Masterlist in bio.

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You wake with a start, wondering what it was that pulled you from sleep. Your room is dark still, nothing appearing to be out of place. A knock on your door alerts you to the source of the interruption. Your bleary eyes look to the clock on your nightstand, noting the late hour. It’s after midnight and the thought of someone at your door makes your body tense and the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

You very slowly make your way out of the comfort of your bed and pad softly to the front door. You listen closely, waiting for the person on the other side to suddenly barge through the wood and demand all your money.

It doesn’t happen.

Another knock reverberates throughout the apartment and you jump, startled by the sound. You quietly press yourself against the door and look through the peephole, careful to not let your accelerated breathing give you away. Two hulking male figures barely fit into the visible space. You can’t make out their faces that well, though you can tell one is dark haired and the other has lighter strands. They appear to be arguing, but you can’t make out the specifics of what they’re saying.

Suddenly, the darker haired man is looking right into the peephole, his impossibly white-toothed grin making you jump back.

“Doll? You in there?”

You roll your eyes, the identity of the men suddenly very apparent.

“Fuck off.” You call through the door, knowing that nothing good was going to come from this little late night visit.

“Not fucking likely.” Negan drawls, his voice making your skin simultaneously tingle and crawl. He often had that dual effect on you and you despised it. You really wish your body would catch up to your mind and hate the fucking guy.

“Come on, sweetheart...” This voice is different, but causes the same reaction as the first.

The two men outside your door couldn’t be more dissimilar, and yet they possess qualities that make you hate both of them equally. Working with them was a nightmare and you tried to limit those interactions as much as possible, but with your partner still being out on medical leave, you’d been teamed with the asshole detective squad of the department. It was turning out to be a real joy.

“What the fuck are you two idiots doing at my place so late?” You question harshly, hoping to avoid casual chit-chat.

“Bathroom.” Jim Hopper responds, but you can hear the laughter in his voice. You swear you could hear Negan snicker in response.

It dawns on you why they’re there…why they’re acting so fucking strange. You pull the door open with the chain still in place. The only part of you that’s visible is your face as you shoot daggers at your unwelcomed visitors slash dickhead coworkers.

“Are you drunk?”

Both men are clearly relaxed, a rare sight for the two homicide detectives. Negan is grinning, though he seems to do that a lot. It’s a tactic he likes to use with suspects and women alike. The cocky bastard. Jim is smiling, but his isn’t as grandiose as Negan’s. His face is more tranquil than you’ve ever seen it. His brow isn’t furrowed and there’s no trace of the frown lines that make him so recognizable around the station.

“We aren’t drunk. Relax.” Jim replies with a wave of his hand. He’s brushing off your question and the action makes you seethe with anger.

“But you’ve been drinking?” You try again, not concealing the irritation in your voice.

“We went to the pub just down the street. What the fuck is the name of it again?” Negan stops and looks to Jim for help. Jim rolls his eyes as if he’s had to remind Negan of the name on multiple occasions throughout the evening.

“Astor’s.” He supplies flatly.

“Right, we went there and decided to come visit our other partner in this fucked up threesome we got going on.”

You fought against the need to roll your eyes, legitimately afraid that they would get stuck that way. “For what reason?”

“A cup of coffee?” Jim asks, a pleading lilt oozing from his words. It’s a bizarre sound coming from his bearded lips.

They’re both looking at you with some distorted version of puppy dog eyes. Its comical, but also starting to have the desired effect. The men are handsome and the alcohol does nothing to dampen that. Jim is dressed casually in a brown jacket, a blue flannel, and dark jeans. His notorious hat is perched on his head, the accessory a staple of his. Next to him, Negan is encased in black. He’s sporting his infamous leather jacket, along with a black t-shirt and black jeans. They’re both dressed how you’ve seen them a million times, but the late hour and casualness of their visit makes you appreciate the attire in an entirely different way.

You sigh, pressing the bridge of your nose with your fingers. You can feel a headache coming on and you know you aren’t going to get rid of them. So in hopes of making them disappear faster, you acquiesce.

You shut the door and undo the chain, opening it once again without the barrier. You stand back and allow both men to enter, their massive frames making the space feel significantly smaller. You usher them into the living room while you start a pot of coffee, eager to get them out and on their way.

“Nice place you got here, doll.” Negan compliments with a wink. The action makes a bashful warmth coat your body, but you do your best to hide it.

“Thanks.” You reply blankly, watching as the two roam your place. Jim is quiet, but he usually is. Negan is the appointed mouthpiece of the duo and the man takes his part seriously. He never seems to shut the fuck up. Meanwhile, Jim walks around the station with a permanent scowl on his face. You aren’t sure how they play the “good cop, bad cop” routine because they’re both fucking dicks a majority of the time.

“You live alone, right?” Jim asks from his spot near the window. He’s looking down at the street, but his eyes find yours quickly. You nod, recognizing his careful scan of the surroundings. It was what every person of the law did when in a new place and you expected nothing less from the brooding giant.

“Kinda dangerous, isn’t it?” Negan questions, though the taunt in his tone is apparent. He’s smiling like a wolf who’d just laid eyes on Little Red Riding Hood. You watch as he licks his lips, ogling your body with a noticeable hunger. You shiver under his fiery gaze, belatedly realizing your attire. You wore a tank top with tiny shorts, your breasts free from the confines of a bra. Your nipples are peaked against the thin material, both from the chill in the air and the intense stare of each man.

You cross your arms and move to cover yourself with the blanket lying across your couch when Negan stops you. His arm is out and preventing you from moving forward. You stare up at him, your annoyance apparent.

“You come here just to make my life a living hell?” You ask, an eyebrow arched in demand.

Negan chuckles, clearly enjoying your fury. He’s in your personal space and you swallow thickly against the onslaught of emotions that follow. He’s so close you can feel his body heat, smell his scent. It makes your head suddenly fuzzy with desire and want. He throws Jim a look that clearly says a thousand things, but you understand none of it. Movement at your back makes you tense before you realize its Jim, his enormous body lining up with yours just as closely. You tense as they box you in, sucking the air from the room.

“What are you guys doing?” You ask breathlessly. You’d intended the question to come out harsher, but their proximities to your scantily clad body have you jumbled.

“Just taking a closer look, doll.” Negan rasps, his hand drifting to your cheek.

You tense at the feel of him on your skin, but soon relax when he cradles your face. A delicate trace of fingertips against your naked shoulders makes you shiver. Words fail you. Your protests die in your throat as they surround you with warmth and sensuality.

“Nothing to say to that, sweetheart?” Jim teases into your ear. His baritone voice lights a fire in your veins. His chest rumbles against your back and you lean into him slightly, yearning for more.

“I think we finally got her to shut the fuck up.” Negan chuckles, his fingertips now dancing along your collarbone.

“Fuck you.” You grit out, unable to remain quiet against their taunts.

Their combined laughter makes your lower body hum. The sound should irritate you. Instead, it makes your restrained lust soar to untamable heights. But you were going to fight them every step of the way.

“We gotta break you in. That mouth is far too uncontrolled, baby girl.” Jim murmurs against your hair.

You close your eyes against the many sensations, succumbing to whatever the fuck they were intent on doing. It felt entirely too good to stop.

“Yeah, bet that pussy needs to be broken in too? Right, doll?” Negan’s words make a moan sail past your lips, your brain too muddled in desire to catch it. Your thighs clench and your pussy literally weeps. His fingers are now tracing over your clothed covered breasts, teasing your nipples into almost painful peaks. You arch your chest into his touch while trying to push your ass against Jim’s crotch.

“You sure are needy all the sudden.” Jim growls as his hands now fully palm your ass.

Negan chooses that moment to grasp your breasts, sending your body into ecstasy. You whimper as their hands caress your body in tandem, pulling sounds you didn’t even know were possible from your lips. You can feel the dampness of your shorts between your legs, their teasing not a necessity in that moment.

“Please…” You beg, head thrown back against Jim’s chest. They both feel sturdy against your pliable form, manipulating your body how they pleased. They’re your puppet masters and you’re their willing participant.

“Please what?” Negan prods, fingers now playing with the delicate straps of your shirt. Jim’s heavy hands are still massaging your ass through your shorts, his exploratory movements taking him just inside, his flesh skimming the underside of your ass.

You aren’t exactly sure what it is you’re begging for, but you know it’s more…more of them. More of them touching you. More of them using you.

“Sweetheart, the man asked you a question. Fucking answer it.” Jim demands into your neck, his whiskers prickling your skin. His touch becomes harsh, matching the tone in his words as he gropes you.

You flinch at the sudden shift, but your pussy prays for more, your life’s blood manically pumping to the lower half of your body. You feel the throbbing and swelling of your lips, your clothing doing little to conceal your frenzied state. Their touch is pulsing with an electrical charge you can’t ignore. It pulls you in, entrapping you in a web of unrecognized desire. They’ve joined forces to make your starved body beg them for more. Beg them for something you weren’t even aware you wanted so damn badly.

“Please, touch me.” You whisper. Your chest is pushed out, urging Negan to continue touching you. Both men had eased their assault when you’d refused to answer. Without it you’re struggling to stand still, body thrumming with pent up energy.

“Touch you where?” Negan asks against your lips. You look into his penetrating gaze, getting lost in a trance. Your rational mind is no longer present. Your primal instincts are taking over, the desperate need to be taken and filled by two alpha men striking a chord with your femininity. You know its basic and animalistic, and you want nothing more than to submit yourself to it and them.

So you do.

“Everywhere.” You respond breathily, enjoying the way Negan’s eyes devour you, as if you’re the answer to all his prayers. And while they hold the authority in the room, you hold the power. Every ounce of it belongs to you. And its centered between your thighs.

“Does it hurt, doll?” Negan’s whiskey-tinged breath fans across your face as his fingers trail down your chest and hover over the place you need them the most.

Jim is back to torturing you with his thick fingers, the digits getting braver with each pass as he barely makes contact with your aching lips. You know he can feel the wetness there. There’s no way he hasn’t. The mess has already started to trail down your thighs.

“Yes.” You dutifully reply.

“Need your Daddies to soothe that ache for you?” Negan provokes, stoking the fire that burned intensely within.

Your walls clamped around nothing at his words, your body fully aroused by the idea of both men dominating you. You hear Jim chuckle darkly at Negan’s statement, his fingers now tracing over your clothed-covered slit from behind. The material is soaked and becoming trapped between your swollen lips. You try to grind against him, needing to be filled by something.

“Use your words, sweetheart.” Jim warns. His hand pulls at your shorts, sending the fabric up and into your slit. The friction against your clit causes you to cry out in what sounds like pain, but is actually feverish pleasure.

“Yes, yes…fuck, yes…” You chant as masculine hands begin to strip your clothes off. You move with them as they tear your tank top off, exposing your breasts to the charged air. You step out of your shorts as they pull them down your hips and thighs, the breeze of their movements making goosebumps appear on your skin.

You’re bare to them. You don’t shrink back in fear or nerves. You simply do what your body screams at you to do. You grab at Negan’s leather jacket and pull his mouth to yours. Your lips are forceful against his, inviting him to savor all of you. You taste the whiskey on his tongue and a hint of mint, the flavor unique but addicting.

Suddenly, a hand at the back of your head makes you wince as they pull, ripping you away from his warmth. You blink several times and are surprised to find it’s Negan who’s stopped you. There’s an evil glint to his eyes as they move from you, to the man at your back. Another silent conversation you aren’t privy to.

“You don’t listen for shit, do you?” Negan sneers, the cruelty in his tone making your pussy throb. His hand is still attached to your hair, tugging at the roots so that it burns. You mask the pain, biting your bottom lip to keep from calling out.

“We’re the ones in charge here, doll. We’re the ones calling the shots. Not you.”

If it was possible, your walls literally flood. You feel a small tremor pulse through your body, the sheer indication of what was about to take place enough to make you almost cum. You wordlessly nod and relax slightly when he releases his hold. A hand grips your upper arm, not hard enough to cause pain, but enough to remind you whose game this was.

“Bedroom. Now.” Jim orders gruffly, yanking at your arm in the process. You’re shoved towards the hall where they expect your bedroom to be. You obey, bare feet walking carefully as two predators stalk you from behind.

Your bed is disheveled from your movements only minutes before; when you were expecting an intruder and not two men who you’d be calling Daddy by the next morning. You turn to face them and watch as they enter, their intimidating stares making you feel like a goldfish behind glass. You wait as Negan inches closer, removing his leather jacket in the process. It lands with a heavy thud near your nightstand, his tattooed arms now visible and calling out to you.

“Hop says I can have you first. You good with that, baby girl?”

It’s a demand masked as a question. For fear that they’d put a stop to your fun, you nod in response.

“What was that?” Negan asks with a hand to his ear. Even in your overwhelmingly aroused state, you have to fight to roll your eyes at his theatrics. But you’d also be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it somewhat.

“Yes…” You wait a beat, eyeing the two men. Negan is almost to you, his body ready to pounce in case you decide to disobey. Jim watches silently from his perch near the door, his arms crossed and eyes hooded.

“Daddy.”

The word causes an instantaneous reaction from both men. Negan smiles wide, licking his lips like the cat who ate the canary. Jim’s own mouth twitches as he sucks in a breath, his eyes never shifting but approving of your obedience. You inwardly gloat.

“I cannot wait to break that pussy in.” Negan closes the distance between you, fingers brushing the uncomfortable ache that has settled between your thighs.

You whimper and do your best to silently beg him for more. You jut out your bottom lip in a pout. You look at him through your lashes while almost imperceptibly edging your lower body closer to his.

“You need it bad, don’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You reply without hesitation, hoping you’re going to be rewarded for your good behavior.

“On your back.” He gestures with his chin to the bed behind you.

You step backwards until you feel the mattress at your legs. You sit and gracefully slide up the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. In this position, they have a clear visual of your nude form.

“Open those beautiful thighs, doll.”

You do so slowly, enjoying the way they’re tracking your movements. You fight against the instinctual pull to close them and surge ahead. You shift against the sheets beneath you, craving any sort of friction. The action is not lost on either man.

“Would you look at that. Nice and wet. Just like I like ‘em.” Negan says, a mixture of mischief and awe laced within his words. He’s stalking towards you, the prominent outline of his cock pressing against the zipper of his denim. He rubs himself absentmindedly and you close your legs immediately, rubbing them together.

“Keep ‘em open, sweetheart.” Jim orders from his spot near the door.

You comply, teeth gnawing into your bottom lip. Your fingers grip the sheets, struggling to keep control. Your skin is already peppered with sweat, the force of your resistance taking its toll.

“Bet you’re tight as fuck too. Aren’t you, doll?”

Negan’s knee hits the mattress as he hovers over you. His hand makes contact with your knee, spreading you open wider and displaying your glistening lips to the room.

“Yes, Daddy.” You moan out, pleased to feel his body heat again.

He leans down between your thighs, inhaling you as his fingers spread you open. “Fucking perfect.”

His mouth is on you before you can comprehend it. His tongue dives into your entrance immediately, tasting your slickened walls. You cry out and arch up into him, fingers tangling in his thick hair. You pull at the roots as he sucks harshly at your clit, making you yelp.

“Want me to stop?”

His beard is already smeared with your juices, his lips wet as he licks you from them.

“No. Please don’t.” You unabashedly beg, trying not to push his head back down.

“Didn’t think so.”

Your limbs contort around his head, fighting to catch that fleeting sensation and ride it. His fingers probe you, teasing as he circles your clit before burying two knuckle deep. He’s massaging your inner walls as your hips follow his thrusts. You can feel the end already near and you almost hate that it built so fast. You start to move faster on his fingers, ready to give yourself over.

“You close, sweetheart?” Jim asks, his voice tethering you back to reality.

You nod frantically, breaths coming out in quick pants as Negan continues to orally assault you.

“I don’t think she should cum yet.” Jim suggests to his counterpart, face still a mask of stoicism.

You whine aloud at his words, unable to fathom the thought of not getting the release you so desperately crave.

Negan only laughs darkly against you, his beard and lips glistening with your slick. “I agree. She’s still got some fight left in her.” He breathes out, gaze daring you to protest.

“No, no…I’ll behave, please.” You plea to your sexual tormentors. Your elbows are starting to ache from your position and your lower half thrums with barely contained energy. You feel like you’re in some sort of fever dream, your mind only consumed by one thing…getting off.

Negan says nothing as he goes back to fucking you with his long fingers. He tests your allegiance by bringing you to the edge over and over again, but never allowing you to crest that mountain. It continues to build inside of you; it’s practically an entity now it’s so overpowering. Your forehead is slick with sweat and your entire body aches, but you beg for more.

A caress to your cheek makes you open your eyes against the onslaught of overstimulation to your clit. Blue eyes are staring down at you, a glint of self-satisfaction radiating in them. You lean into Jim’s touch, praying he’d have sympathy. His lips lift into a smirk as he runs a calloused finger over your mouth, your lips immediately taking him in. You swirl the appendage against your tongue, mimicking the motions of Negan’s own deathly tongue on your pussy.

“On your knees. Face down, ass up.” Negan suddenly orders, breaking away from you. You blink away some of the delirium, forcing your limbs to comply.

You move slowly, all of your blood seemingly seeped from your brain and limbs and pumping to your swollen cunt. You hear the clinks of belt buckles and your turn to see Negan undoing his pants, his hazel eyes fixed on your ass. You lean down and arch your back, letting him see inside of you, letting him see what awaits him.

“Fuck, doll.” He growls in response, tugging at his impressive cock. The stiff muscle is veiny and practically pulsing in his hand, precum already dotting the head. His size should make you hesitate, but you’re too far gone to care.

You feel Negan’s shirt at your back, the heated flesh of his cock now rubbing deliciously up and down your slit. You can feel your walls nearly reaching out to grab him, desperate to be filled to the brim and then some. A hand pulls at your hair, angling your face up. Jim is standing at the edge of the bed, his own cock out and bobbing dangerously close to your lips. He’s thicker than Negan and just as remarkable. His meaty hand is pumping at himself, pulling cum to the tip so that it wets your lips.

“Open up, baby girl. Let us in.” Jim finally says, a nod passing between the two men.

Your mouth opens the moment Negan thrusts inside, the strangled sound leaving you as Jim’s cock enters. You try to focus on sucking his cock, but the one splitting you in half makes it difficult. Negan doesn’t go slow or let you get used to the burn that spreads through your inner walls. He’s aggressive and hard, and so very deep.

“Goddam that is a tight fucking pussy. She’s sucking me in.” Negan groans, his hips slapping hard against your ass. You can hear the sound of the flood coating him between your legs, the feel of it running down your thighs and soaking the bed.

“No slacking, sweetheart. Lemme fuck that mouth.” Jim demands, not letting you have a moment. He holds the back of your head as you hum around him, loosening your throat to make room. He tastes salty. And you want more of it.

Saliva falls down your chin as you let him thrust deeper. You concentrate on breathing through your nose. The brutal pounding on your pussy makes it hard to focus on anything else and you can feel the ecstasy escalating, careening you to the forbidden.

“Can I cum, Daddy?” You ask the room, not caring who decides to answer you. Jim’s cock is poised at your lips, running along the seam of them as you look up with pleading eyes.

Jim’s eyes cut to Negan behind you. He’s stopped thrusting, but he’s still stretching you, swelling with each second. A harsh slap to your ass makes you jump.

“Fuck yourself on my cock. Make yourself cum.” Negan orders. He remains unmoving as you begin to slide yourself along him. You let your head hang, focusing on building that addictive sensation up again, the one you’d been denied.

“Shit, just like that…” Negan moans, hands spreading your ass to watch. “You’ve creamed all over my cock.”

You moan loudly at his words, your hips starting to move faster. You can still feel Jim nearby, but he’s no longer holding his cock towards you. Instead, he’s running his own hand over himself, eyes glued to your writhing body as you got yourself off.

“Fuck, baby girl.” You hear Jim curse lowly.

It’s amazing what just their voices can do to you. They propel you further into space, making your walls flutter and your limbs tense. You don’t even have to touch your clit, your body beyond ready to release. You move with everything that you have, each sensation pushing you closer. There’s a powerful difference in what’s rushing through your body. It’s something you’ve never felt before and you aren’t quite sure what it means. But something tells you to ride it out. Something tells you to keep going, despite the small twinge of discomfort. And you do. You move until that coil snaps.

Warmth. That’s all you feel as you cry out and spasm, your limbs going weightless as you convulse around Negan’s cock. You feel a large amount of wetness splash your skin and Negan’s. There’s multicolored lights firing off behind your eyelids as your spine twists in almost impossible angles. And it feels like it’ll never end. Each wave crashes harder than the one before, nearly making you lose consciousness.

“Fuck,” Negan curses as he hurriedly removes himself from your quivering pussy. “You almost made me cum.”

You feel the heaviness of his cock between your lips as you start to come down, your arms finally giving out. Your ass is still up in the air, pussy sensitive but ready for more.

“You didn’t tell Daddy you were a squirter, doll.” Negan’s hands smooth over your ass, his thumb circling your puckered hole occasionally. You tense at the feel of it.

“I-I didn’t know.” You heave out, lungs still trying to take in air.

“That was a mistake.” He continues, leaning over you to press his mouth to your ear. “Because now we’re gonna need you to soak both of our cocks.”

You whimper as an aftershock of pleasure rocks through you, brought on by his filthy words. You pull at the sheets beneath you, feeling his fingers now sliding across your opening.

“Understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You dutifully reply, too tired to fight them anymore.

“On your back.”

Before you can even move, Negan’s already flipping you over and thrusting into you. You dig your nails into his shirt-covered back, moans and whimpers penetrating the air. He’s intent on finishing, you can feel it in the way his hips stutter. He fucks you so hard, your body shifts up the bed. And despite the pain, your cunt reacts to his punishing rhythm.

“I want you to cum again. Squirt so fucking hard that you fuck up these sheets, doll.” Negan grunts into your neck.

“I don’t know if I can.”

“You can and you fucking will.” Negan retorts sadistically, hand going to your throat. He applies pressure, the feel of it making your head spin.

He releases you and trails his hand down your chest and to your clit, determined to make you cum again. You tense when a severe slap lands there, forcing your pussy to heat with pain. It dissipates almost immediately, intense arousal now taking its place. You clench around him, choking his cock with your walls.

“I knew you’d like that. A real whore.”

Your body is beginning to shudder again, the impossible now within reach. You’d lost sight of Jim, but at the feel of hands on your breasts, you know its him. He sits near your head on the bed, fingers pinching your nipples. He bends down to mouth at them while Negan continues to fuck you into the mattress.

“This pussy is a masterpiece, Hop.” Negan’s fingers dig into your thighs as he thrusts, hitting your cervix repeatedly.

You arch off the bed at the myriad of sensations soaring through your body. You latch onto Jim’s forearms, his talented finger still attacking your breasts. You plant your feet, preparing for the storm you knew was coming.

And it doesn’t disappoint.

Your orgasm comes fast, your body tensing as it hits. Jim shifts back to watch you, eyes pinned on your contorting form as he grasps himself. Negan pulls his cock from you and lets you coat him, his approval taking form in breathless words of praise. You let those guide you as you ride wave after wave, your whole body, from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, reeling in euphoria.

Jim forces you to take his cock again, the unexpected shots of cum down your throat making you swallow to catch it all. He grunts and groans above you, his release taking him to another dimension. His eyes are focused on you, trained on the bulge in your throat and the white liquid seeping from the corners of your mouth. He tastes salty and of-the-earth, but it’s a combination that speaks to your delicate femininity. You swallow him, making it a point to consume every drop. You take from him as if you were starved for it, as if you’d been denied for years.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Negan suddenly confesses through clenched teeth between your legs. He doubles his efforts, giving you no choice in the matter. His frantic pace falters as he begins to empty himself inside of you, a fullness like no other settling in your womb.

“Oh, shit…Daddy.” You moan as he continues to release, adding to the mess between you.

“Christ on a fucking cross.” Negan collapses on top of you, clothed body sticking to yours.

You welcome the added weight. He shifts, removing his now softened cock from you. You wince at the loss, already feeling his seed seep from you. He looks down, catching the sight.

“She’s full, Hop. Don’t know if there’s any room for you.” Negan says with a chuckle, sitting up. He gestures to your fucked raw pussy, pulling your attention to Jim.

Jim stands at the end of the bed, Negan now off of you and fisting his cock back to life. You make a move to close your legs, but the lighter haired man stops you.

“We aren’t done, sweetheart. Keep ‘em open.” He orders, the men switching places.

You do as he says, watching as he stalks towards you. A shiver runs through your weary body at the way he studies you. He runs a hand up your calf, trailing it to your spread thighs. He lines himself up with your entrance, but lets a finger linger on your untouched hole.

“Anyone ever had you here before?”

“No.” You reply with a shake of your head, meeting Negan’s eyes as he takes Jim’s previous spot near your head.

“Virgin ass. Merry Christmas to us.” Negan says crudely, licking his lips in the process. Some of his hair has shifted into his face, the once slicked back strands now making him look all the more menacing.

“You gonna let me try?” Jim asks gently, his cock rubbing sensuously over your soaked lips.

You want to say no. You want to deny them both. You’re already sore and the thought of taking him in a place no one has ever been makes you nervous. His size alone makes you think twice and you tense when he edges a finger along the rim.

“He’ll go easy, doll.” Negan offers in a surprisingly soothing one. His fingers caress your cheek, already making your reservations disappear.

Another finger strums at your clit, though with much more tenderness than times before. Your limbs begin to uncoil as the strokes put you at ease, pleasure once again finding its way to the surface. You know what they’re doing. You know what they want. And even though you’d been ready to tell them to go to hell, you let them play you like a fiddle.

You feel the pressure of something much larger at your untouched entrance and you momentarily panic. But Jim stops you, hand on your stomach as he eases in slowly. You don’t fight it, feeling the burn of the stretched muscles as they struggle to accommodate his cock.

“Fuck, baby…such a good girl.” He praises as you squirm, the feeling of fullness making you momentarily uncomfortable. His words make you warm, coating you like a blanket. They make you relax. He continues to push in slowly, letting himself bottom out.

Negan’s hands find your breasts, adding pleasure to your pain. You whimper as he slowly massages them, his pace a stark difference to the rate at which he’d just been fucking you. The cock buried in your ass is pulsing while the hand on your clit continues to revitalize your pussy.

“Yes,” You finally say, edging your hips closer to Jim’s. The sprinklings of ecstasy start to ease the burn and you find yourself sliding against him.

“Yes what, sweetheart?” Jim goads, halting the movements of his hips.

“Yes, Daddy.”

He nods in approval as he begins to move once again. You throw your head back as a level of stimulation you’ve never known before starts to take hold. Hands are everywhere and they leave a trail of destruction in its wake.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Jim grunts.

Negan’s hands disappear from your chest, making you feel cold without them. He settles onto his knees as he feeds you his cock, shallowly fucking your mouth. You once again feel the overwhelming fullness of desire. Your overindulgence in the flesh making you delirious. You’re utterly and truly helpless…the lethargy settling into your bones. And yet, even despite your physical limitations, your mind is ready to propel itself further into this black hole.

Your mouth continues working over Negan as Jim fucks your ass. You feel the prickle of life come back into your limbs as a mixture of discomfort and barely concealed neediness takes hold. You begin gyrating your hips in time with Jim’s cock, feeling him hit deep at a place you hadn’t even known existed. The shock of it makes you pull away from Negan and moan, preparing for what would hopefully be your last orgasm.

“You gonna cum again, doll?” Negan asks, hand still wrapped tightly around himself. He looks down at you with a sort of reverence that makes you tremble, his gaze following your curves closely.

You nod in response, using your own hands to knead your neglected breasts. You meet Jim’s focused stare, his eyes holding the same wonderment in them that Negan’s had. The fact that you had the full attention of both men had made you more than a little aroused. The fact that they were so enthralled by you…by your ability as a woman to please them made that fire inside burn brighter, blazing your skin.

“Goddamn, your ass is tight. I’m not gonna be able to last.” Jim manages to breathe out, cock pumping faster.

You reach for his forearm, his hand connected to the inside of your thigh as he spreads you. You grip the muscled limb, anchoring yourself for the whirlwind about to take place. Your pussy begins to spasm as he works your clit at the same time he thrusts, the duality of the sensations causing the abyss to pull you under. Liquid pours from your pussy and down to cover Jim’s cock, your quaking walls ricocheting onto his hardened flesh.

“Holy hell, baby girl.” Jim groans in mild fascination as you nearly break him off inside of you, your body showing him about as much mercy as he’s shown you.

You close your eyes and ride the high, the low grunts of the two men filling your ears. You tangle yourself further into the sheets as they murmur words of praise and compliments, showering you with filthy adoration. You preen at their words of acknowledgment, falling prey to their charms once again.

They both cum unexpectedly and without warning. Cum fills your ass while it also covers your breasts, announcing to the room who you belong to. You bask in the feel of it, the feeling of momentary ownership making a small satisfied smile pull at your lips.

“Shit…” Jim curses as he pulls himself from you, taking an immense interest in the mess that lay between your legs. Even though they’d both cum twice, Negan and Jim move with a quickness that surprises you. They are off the bed and adjusting their clothes, silently eyeing you the entire time. Meanwhile, you were still trying to get feeling to return to you entire body, the buzz still coursing through your veins.

“We should really take a fucking picture. That’s a sight I don’t wanna forget.” Negan says with a wicked smile, motioning to your still spread legs.

Jim only chuckles in response, his solid form walking towards you once again. He scoops you into his arms, gesturing with his head to the bed.

“Get those off , will ya?” He asks Negan. You clutch his shirt, knowing he won’t drop you but still feeling unsteady. You see his lips smirk at your reaction, his arms holding you tighter to him.

Negan moves to the bed and strips the sheets, balling them into a pile on your floor. You try to watch, interested in what they were doing, but your eyes are heavy and your body is ready to recuperate, lulled by Jim’s heartbeat across his broad chest. You burrow into his form, taking comfort in the warmth. You don’t register anything after that. The voices, the jostling of your body as Jim moves you. None of it awakens you.

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Your bleary eyes open against the stream of sunlight, your mouth feeling strangely thick and dry. You roll over, but hiss whenever aches and a deep soreness penetrates your muscles. You feel it all over, the epicenter of it all right between your thighs. Flashes of memories fire off in your mind, reminding you of just how you got to be in so much pain. The faces of the two men responsible for your current state register in your lagging brain. You groan, already aware that this was going to be bad for your working relationship, or what was left of it.

You move to get out of bed, noting the large blanket you were wrapped in. Your sheets were stripped off the bed, the reason making you embarrassed and slightly accomplished. Your eyes find the clock, doing a double-take when you realize its after ten in the morning, an unusual occurrence for you. A full glass of water and a piece of paper pulls your attention to the surface of the nightstand, large writing decorating the sheet of white.

“Doll, left you a glass of water and two Tylenol. You’re gonna need it. We had fun. Call if you need anything. See you at work. P.S. look through your photos.”

An obnoxious smiley face next to the initials N and J makes you cringe. You’re confused by the last sentence until you spot your phone on the nightstand next to the glass of water. You reach for it and unlock it, immediately opening your collection of photos. There’s a series of new pictures that you hadn’t taken and they were all from last night. You scroll through them wide eyed as they capture you in various positions, a cock in one or both ends. Your face is always hidden from view, your body being the main subject point.

The last photo makes you warm, both from arousal and irritation. It’s your spent body after both men ravaged you. Your legs are spread and the cum of each of them coats your flesh, from pussy to ass. It’s a shockingly explicit photo, but you can’t help the rush of delight that shoots through you at the sight.

“Fuckers,” You curse, surprised and at the same time not surprised that they pulled such a stunt. And even though they snapped pictures of you without your knowledge, you know they aren’t stupid enough to do so on their phones. They’re cops, and there’s laws against shit like this. They were smart and left them in your hands, knowing you most likely aren’t going to get rid of them right away.

And they were absolutely right. The pictures and your residual soreness would be the only remaining evidence of that night, never to be repeated.

Maybe.

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The Wooing Of Leonard McCoy 1

“Ooh, big brother! Who is that hot hunk of man coming this way?” You were having dinner with your brother, James T. Kirk, renowned Captain of the Enterprise and proclaimed playboy of the Galaxy. (Which was an exaggeration, but Jim did have a way with sentient beings.) Having finally finished school and working on a smaller ship while awaiting a deep space going vessel, you’d finally been assigned to his crew. Jim had of course, been thrilled and took you out on the town to celebrate. 

Not all siblings could stand to work around each other, but it wasn’t like that for you and Jim. You got along surprisingly well given your eerie similarities in brains and temper. You weren’t aiming to have your own ship, though. Oh, no. Security chief was your long term goal, being quite gifted on the tactics and combat department. Now, you had your eyes on the tall brunette ambling your way clad in a grey t-shirt, jeans and a smoking hot leather jacket. Yum, yum, yum. Jim put down his drink and glanced in the direction you’d indicated, letting out a snort of amusement even as his eyes took on a gleam of mischief. “That, my dear sister, is my CMO and self-proclaimed owner of legendary hands, Dr. Leonard Horatio McCoy.” Your eyes widened. “You mean Bones? The one breathing creature (besides Uhura) that resisted your charms? Wow! You weren’t joking when you talked about his good looks.” “That’s the one,” Jim confirmed. “Alas for me, he’s straight, but you might catch his eye. He can be a cranky, stubborn son of a gun, though, I’ll warn you right now.” “I heard that, Jim,” grumbled the approaching dreamboat in a voice that did nothing to detract from the sheer sexy aura he gave off. Was that a hint of a southern accent? You decided you needed to hear him speak again. “Heard what, Bones?” Jim asked innocently, while you ogled the good doctor. He sighed heavily. “Infant. Is this our new crewperson?” he turned to you inquiringly. “Yep. Bones, meet my sister, Y/N. Y/N, this is my best friend, Leonard McCoy.” He offered a large hand and you shook it, even more impressed close up. “Pleased to meet you, Y/N,” He said. “Jim brags about you a lot.” “And about you,” You replied, grinning at him. “For obvious reasons! Wow!”  You pantomimed fanning yourself and He turned beet red. “I can sense the familial resemblance already,” McCoy said ruefully. “But You’ve got Jim beat in the looks category, that’s for sure.” “Hey!” Jim protested, elbowing his friend. You simpered and batted your eyelashes at the doctor. “I can see we’ll get along quite nicely, Doctor McCoy,” You purred, causing him to flush at your very admiring gaze. “Since I work security, the chances of me being in your Medbay are rather good.” “Please tell me you’re not a danger seeking trouble magnet like your brother,” McCoy sighed, looking uneasy. “I have enough issues dealing with him.” Jim grinned at you. “Wellll......” You hedged. “I hate to disappoint you, but I kind of am. We get it from our mother.” (And my dad, you thought, but didn’t say.) “On the bright side, you’ll get to see my pretty face a lot!!!!” He groaned heavily and facepalmed. “Just what I needed!” Jim clapped him on the shoulder. “Cheer Up, Bones! You’ll love her! Everyone does!” Leonard decided he wasn’t just going to fall at your feet, Oh, no he wasn’t, but between you and Jim, he couldn’t help but let loose and relax that evening. When you showed up for your physical pre flight, he got another surprise. “Lieutenant Y/N Pike?” He asked, looking at the info on his PADD. “That’s me, Doc!” You confirmed, grinning at his shocked look. “Wow, hold on a minute. You mean THAT Pike?” “Yeah, That Pike,” you smirked. Leonard was floored. “How did I not put that together? Jim’s talked about Chris and Winona a few times, but for some reason, I thought you were Frank’s kid.” “No, thank God!” You said with a shudder. “They split up after she realized he was an abusive jerk. Men like him should NOT reproduce.” “Agreed,” He said, indicating that you should sit on the exam table. “But wow! Related to both those two.” He whistled, eyebrows popping up and down for emphasis. “Bet your childhood was interesting.” “It was,” you said, thinking about how nicely Bones filled out his uniform. “But they were quite okay with me not wanting to be a captain. Dad said two in the family was quite enough and I should only do it if I really wanted to. He’s great.” Having struck a dramatic pose, you batted your eyelashes and said smoothly, “So, how about that physical, Huh?” The suggestive edge left the Doctor’s face red, but he rolled his eyes and got to work. “Oh, No, you’re not pulling that with me,” he declared. “I have too much experience fending off Jim to fall for that act.” “We’ll See about that, Dr. McHottie,” you said, with a smirk that was all Pike. Leonard found his willpower sorely tested over the next several months as you flirted and teased him at every opportunity. Oh, yes, you were gorgeous, he admitted to himself, but he was more stubborn than was good for him and resisted the feelings that were being stirred up. Jim surprisingly left well enough alone, but refused to listen to his pleas to get him to persuade you to stop. You were certainly in his Medbay enough, given the physical nature of your job, but still not as much as Jim and you only wrinkled your nose at hypos, rather than gripe and whine about them. “I’ve gotta give you credit, Y/N,” He said While patching you up, “You can take a hypo like a grown adult. S’more than I can say about Jim.” “I’ll never mind being stuck by YOU, Doc,” you replied, flustering him so much he couldn’t say another word for the rest of the exam. “How’s the grand seduction goin’, sis?” Jim asked, five months into the mission. You’d come to his quarters for a vid call with your dad and the chance to use a real water shower. (Sonics were great, but it felt nice to soak in nice warm water every once in a while.) “Rather slowly,” you admitted. “I think I’m gonna have to change up my tactics a bit.” “Bones is kind of leery of romance, so I wouldn’t despair,” Jim advised. “I’ve seen signs that he likes you more than he lets on, but he’s just too stubborn or too gun shy to admit it. You’ve thrown him for a loop and he doesn’t know quite how to react. The next step is to strike up conversations with him, worm your way into his inner circle and eventually, his heart.” It sounded like good advice, given how well Jim knew the man and you nodded and took it to heart. Soon a familiar face appeared on screen and you and Jim chorused “Hi, Dad!” in perfect unison. Your Dad looked amused with a touch of suspicious, which was well warranted given the antics you and Jim got up to. “Hello, you two. I take it you haven’t managed to wreak havoc being on the same ship?” “Amazingly, no,” Jim answered. “We’re kept too busy to cause trouble. Y/N’s already saved my hide twice on away missions.” “Three Times,” You corrected him. “Don’t forget about the predatory giant spider that you screamed and wet yourself over.” Jim scowled. He didn’t like to remember that incident, being so thoroughly terrified and embarrassed at the same time. This got the Admiral’s interest. He leaned back in his chair and grinned. “Oh? Do tell, honey. Sounds like a whale of a tale.” Jim glowered while you told the story, making it as dramatic as you could and putting emphasis on the size of the spider so Jim wouldn’t look TOO bad. At the end of it your dad was chuckling and shaking his head. “All in a day’s work, huh, Jim?” He teased. “I put a big ole red flag on that planet’s coordinates when I got back to the ship. Future Starfleet visitors will know not to put arachnophobes on any away missions there. It’s going to haunt my dreams.” You chatted back and forth about Admiral stuff and family stuff and how your mom was doing on The Yorktown, then Jim revenged himself for your telling an embarrassing story. “Oh by the way, Dad, I think you should know Y/N has a taste for a certain southern doctor.” “Jim!” You hissed, glaring daggers at him. “What?” He said defiantly. “You told my spider story! It’s only fair!” “McCoy, Huh?” Your Dad chuckled. “I thought you liked them younger and less crusty.” You blushed hotly. “Tastes change,” was all you said with a shrug. “He’s a good man under all the grump. Hot, too. Jim has no room to talk—Mr. Flirt with the Chief Engineer on the Bridge!” You gave him a triumphant look and he sighed. “Alright, Alright, I don’t need to know anymore,” your dad said, holding up His hand. “You’re adults. I can’t interfere. Just be patient with the man. He’s had some bad luck in relationships. And Jim, you’d better not string Scott along, you hear me?” “Yes, Sir,” Jim said soberly. “Behave now, kids. I’ll expect you back in one piece.” “That’s a tall order, but I’ll try, Dad,” you said with a dramatic sigh. “I’ve learned to not make any promises like that,” Jim admitted, making your dad laugh again. After a few more cautions and well wishes, he signed off. “Well, He didn’t discourage it!” You said optimistically. With Your Dad, that was practically the stamp of approval.

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Hurricane Heartbreak: The barrel of my gun.

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Pairing/ Dean Winchester X Max (WOC) & Sam

Rating M

Word Count/ 3,477

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

SAMS POV

 When Dean came in last night I was surprised that he had nothing to say. I didn’t really ask him about it but even still I wondered what happened.  I was up early as usual and decided to go for a run. I didn’t make it very far before I needed to stop, in the parking lot outside was Max. She was leaned over a motorcycle and she only had on ripped jean shorts and a white tang-top…. Dean was going to die. She hardly payed attention to me as I walked slowly back to the room; she had some tools out and was actually pretty dirty. I reached back for the door and snuck inside.

Tossing a pillow at Dean I tried to wake him from his deep sleep. “Wake up!” I said.

He groaned in response.

“Wake up Dean!” I walked over and shook him.

“What do want?” he picked up his head groggily.

“Get up, Get out of bed and come to the window… Trust me you don’t want to miss this!” I grinned. I knew he would be really miffed that I had woken him up so early but as soon as he looked outside the window I knew all would be forgiven. He sat up and hung his feet over the side of the bed.

“Jim Morrisons Ghost better be outside.” he gripped getting up to walk to the curtained window.

“This is better than Jim Morrisons ghost man.” I laughed.

“What could possibly be better than that?” he perked up and I put my hand on the curtain.

“That.” I said and pulled back the curtain just enough so he could see Max but not so far that she would notice the curtain opening.

Dean leaned over slightly and then all the way when he realized what he was looking at and just for good measure I leaned over too. She was still working on the bike and she looked deeply involved with it. I stepped back from the window and looked at Dean while he watched her.

“Sammy...” He said not looking away from the window.

“I know, you’re pretty sure that’s your wife outside.” I smirked.

“No Sammy, I Know it is.” He didn’t grin like he usually does after his smart remarks and I started to wonder if his normal one-night stands were going to suffice.

“So are you going to tell me what happened last night?” I asked.

“There a lot more to her than you think. She kills people for money.” He said.

“What! Why isn’t she in jail?” I asked taken aback.

“According to the government she doesn’t exist and that’s not all either. The gun she got over the counter yesterday is the same gun her mother killed her father with when she was just and a kid, it’s also the gun she used to kill her first boyfriend when he tried to rape her and that gun killed the two men who killed her mom in a hit and run. Its name is Elle after her mother.”  He looked pained as he said it.

“All this time I thought we had it rough, there were no monsters for her to blame..” I shook my head feeling sick.

“She has three hundred confirmed kills and she’s only twenty five Sammy.” He looked over at me darkly.

“Three…Hundred?” my stomach lurched again. She had taken Three Hundred human lives.

“I bet she’s made quite a name for herself in Hell, I’m surprised she’s not been taken over by some demon. She’d the perfect person to collect souls.” Dean said. I didn’t say anything in response because I had been thinking the same thing myself more or less.

“Anyway, I asked her if she wanted a different life and she said no, that she wouldn’t trade it for anything in this world because she’s good at it.” He chuckled.

“What the hell…” I looked at him sideways.

“She accepts her fate, she knows she has a date with the underworld and she embraces it. I kissed her and asked if she would trade her life for it.” He looked down.

“You asked her if she would trade her life of killing and cashing in for a kiss with you?” I rolled my eyes and walked away from the window.

“No, I was figuratively asking if she would trade that life for a life with me genius!” He said.

“Excuse me Casanova. What’d she say?” I asked.

At this he leaned away from the window and grinned proudly and said “Maybe.”

I shook my head and walked back over to the door. “I’m going for my run; enjoy the rest of your sleep.”

“I’m not going back to sleep. I have things to do...”  He fumbled around looking for a clean shirt.

I smirked and headed out of the door not wanting to be around when he a fool of himself in front of his “Wife”.

    MAXS POV

Devil had been sitting in Mays Motel shed for three years since id been here last. He needed a few adjustments and he’d be rideable again. I was giddy just at the thought of it, of course id have to do something with my hair in order for it to fit under my helmet.  May always made fun of me for wearing a full helmet when I rode Devil but in my line of work it was better if no one saw my face. I looked up as Sam ran by and he waved politely. I don’t know why but I adored Sam something about him just drew you in and just from the bit of interaction we had I knew he was as sweet as pie.  I nodded to him and then stood back to admire my work. My Harley looked good as new; all I needed now was to take him for a spin.

 Later that evening

 After sitting through four hours of May straitening my hair I hadn’t wasted any time digging out my Helmet and taking Devil for a spin. I felt so free as I rode down the dusty roads with my long hair trickling out from underneath my helmet. When I finally pulled back in to the Motel it was well after five o clock.

  DEANS POV

I was leaning up against Baby when Max rode into the lot, she parked and threw her leg over the side of her black Harley. The side of her helmet had the word “Devil” on it and so did her bike.  When she pulled off her helmet her long dark hair wasn’t curly anymore it was straight and it whirled around her like something out of a movie.  I was really getting caught up in this woman and I’m not sure if it was lust or pride but I had to have her in some kind of way.

“You own a bike too, you’re killing me.” I frowned.

“I’m really not though.” She smirked and came to settle beside me against Baby. Her voice had a slight southern drawl and I really wanted to hear what it sounded like in different octaves.

“That is true.” I chuckled realizing my poor choice of words.

“What are you doing out here so late?” She asked crossing her arms in her leather jacket.

“I didn’t realize there was a curfew.” I winked.

“There is now.” She bit her bottom lip and I wanted to bite it too. Being a gentleman around her was going to be hard.

“How much longer do you have left in town?” I asked her boldly, I was hoping she’d tell me even though I had no right to ask.

“Till tomorrow, I got a call from a client this morning.” She shifted and I could have sworn she looked me up and down.

“Where you headed?” I looked her up and down unashamed.

“No where you want to go darlin.” As she said it she seemed to relax where she stood.

“Sweetheart I’d go anywhere with you.” I moved closer to her so that she was pressed between me and Baby. She didn’t fight me or seem bothered and I took that as a sign of approval and leaned in to kiss her. She placed her hand gently against my chest to stop me.

“It won’t go any further than this; I know you want it to and I’m not saying I don’t; but relationships aren’t permitted in my lifestyle and neither are one night stands.” Her brown eyes Bore into mine they were soft but the tone of her voice was firm.

“Are you sure I can’t change your mind?” I asked ghosting her lips. She leaned back just slightly and curled her hand into the collar of my T-shirt.

“You can try.”  Her voice was barely above a whisper.  

I leaned into her halfway and instead of crushing my lips against hers like I wanted to I left a bit of distance between us. She did not hesitate to lean in the rest of the way. I know this sounds cliché but the moment her lips touched mine it felt like being catapulted through a portal to the other side. Her lips were soft and they tasted sweet but there was a spice to them. Her body against mine was warm and welcoming and I did not hesitate to explore it. When she moaned softly into my mouth I knew we were in trouble. Her expert hands ran down my chest and lingered where my jeans began. The sensual make out session turned into something more and before even I realized what was happening I had her smashed against Baby and both of her thighs were in my hands as I braced us against the impala. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her free hand went up the back of my neck and into my hair slighting tugging making me let out a carnal moan and pulled away from her panting.

“I’m sorry.” She said dropping her legs and finally standing on her own. “I obviously have no self-control.” She looked disheveled and embarrassed.

“Nope and neither can I.” I said stepping back and clearing my throat.

“I should go.” She said smoothing her hair down.

“Yeah me too, good luck on your trip.” I managed clasping the back of my neck as id seen Sam do a thousand times.

“Thanks you too.” She walked back over to her bike and started it up. I watched as she put her helmet on halfway so that it sort of balanced on her head and she disappeared around the Motel not looking back.  I walked up to the hotel room door and turned the knob; Sam was still at the bar so I had the room to myself.  I showered and tried to clear my head but I just kept seeing her brown eyes and tasting her lips. I dried myself off and put on a pair of sweats climbing into bed. I couldn’t even call her if I wanted to. I didn’t even know what room she was in and she was the only thing on my mind. If I never saw her again I knew one thing for absolutely sure…

I never would forget those lips.

  MAXS POV

I had to get out of here and fast. I knew that if I stayed I’d end up in Dean’s bed or worse, his life and that could not happen. People like me brought trouble everywhere they went and I hadn’t lived this long and killed as many people as I had by falling for some man. I packed up my essentials and moved Devil back into the garage. I was loading up Annie when I heard a voice behind me.

“Max?” I recognized the voice and turned around to find Sam.

“Hey Sam, What are you doing out here so late?” I asked feeling guilty.

“I was just coming back from dinner, wait are you leaving?” He asked coming over to stand in front of me.

“Yep, I got a call this morning for another job.” I said closing the trunk.

“You’re leaving without saying goodbye aren’t you?” he frowned.

“I told your brother goodbye.” I said not meeting his eyes.

“Then why do you look so guilty?” He pressed.

“He thinks I’m leaving tomorrow.” a huge sigh escaped me and I leaned defeated against Annie.

“Why are you in such a rush to run off?” his questions were invasive and demanding.

“I’m not running off Sam I love what I do! There’s no room in my life for someone else; extraordinary or not.” I protested.

“Okay fine, you love your job, I’m not judging you; but can you really just walk away from Dean and act like there’s not something going on with you two?” I had made a mistake the other day Sam’s eyes were Hazel like Deans and they were unwavering as they demanded the truth from me. He struck a nerve and he knew it.

“Yes.” I walked forward and stopped in front of Sam and beckoned him down to my height and stood on my tip toes. He leaned down and I kissed his cheek. “Take care of him.”

He backed away from me and shook his head; his shoulder length locks swished slightly “Don’t do this Max...”

I climbed into in the driver seat and started the engine. I looked over at Sam as I drove away, filled with stubbornness and deep down regret…

    SAMS POV

 I watched her drive away half angry and half completely understanding; but now thanks to her departure I was going to have to endure a very disgruntled Dean for  however long it took for them to find each other again. With everything that we’d been through it had really done a number on Dean the most. He had no idea how to handle his emotions so he drank and screwed random girls until whatever the problem was in the first place was buried.  I walked into the room to find a sleeping Dean. Bracing myself for a rough morning I climbed into my bed.

 I sat up around eight in the morning and Dean was awake and sitting on the edge of the bed.  The bed creaked as I swung my feet out of it.

“When did she leave?” He asked and I could hear the harshness in his voice.

“Last night, right after I got back.” I sighed.  He didn’t say anything but changed the subject instead.

“I’m going to go ahead and check us out alright?” he said and then walked out of the door without waiting for my response.

I got up stretched and started packing up the room…

   DEANS POV

 I walked to the lobby without looking at her now empty parking spot, I already had plans to reward myself with a drink. Inside  the blond haired woman at the desk looked up when I walked in and smiled softly when I handed her the keys. I smiled back feeling strained and turned to go.

“Dean?” she called and I turned around slowly wide eyed because that was not the name I had given her.

“Ma’am?” I said.

“It’s alright; Max told me who you were. She left some things here for you if you want them.” she spoke softly but he smile was somber.

“Sure I’ll take them.” She reached behind the desk and pulled a decent sized box from behind the counter. I thanked her as I took the box and walked back outside. Stopping at Baby I couldn’t help my shaky hands as I unwrapped the box.  There was a blue envelope which I opened first.

  Dean,

I know your hot tempered ass is probably pissed that I didn’t wait around until morning, but it wouldn’t have been any easier. I won’t ask for your forgiveness because frankly I don’t give a damn however, you sure know how to leave a lasting impression on a girl but I’m sure you already know that. I want you to know that I was scared; I have never wanted anyone as much as you even though we both know our lifestyles don’t permit it. I’ve asked Sammy to keep you safe even though I know he already does.  I am hoping that our paths will cross again but until they do I’ve left you some things to remember me by..

PS. Don’t be a dick to Sam there was nothing he could do.

-Max

 I frowned and set the letter on the hood of baby. At first I thought that the box had some sort of cloth in it but when I picked it up I saw that it was a shirt. After I unfolded it I saw that it had the words “Love at first Sting” written on it. I smiled and saw a small piece of paper in the box with it.  “Smell shirt” was all that was written on it.  I lifted it to my face and it smelled just like her. I was going to fold it and put it away when I noticed a  line in what I thought was the bottom of the box. I picked up the box and pressed on the opening. The door sides parted to reveal a hidden compartment.

“Fancy packaging.” I said out loud to myself. Inside the compartment was the most insane gun I had ever seen. I lifted it out of the box gently and looked at it closely. It was covered in designs that had been etched in. I held it up and it felt perfect in my hands. I laid it back in the box and noticed a small charm sitting in the bottom. It was a wooden M and I didn’t hesitate to add it to the necklace I already wore, not finding anything else I folded the shirt neatly in the box and put the lid back on tucking the letter in my jacket pocket. Sammy was waiting for me when I walked inside.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

“Where's my bag?” I asked ignoring his question.

“On the desk,Whats with the box?” He asked walking over to the desk to grab my duffle bag.

“Its from Max.” I showed him the box and the letter.

“I really am sorry man.” He looked up at me.

“I am too Sammy…I am too.” I sighed grabbed the box and put in the bag. Sammy and I walked out to baby and he got in the driver seat, I wasn’t in the mood to drive.

“On the plus side she spoiled you man.” he looked over at me as he drove.

I chuckled and pulled the gun she got me from my pants. I know it was a new gun and I probably shouldn't have but I had etched something new into the barrel…

“MAX”  

….. to be continued