#i could just toss in a handful chew swallow and be done eating for the day

[plague-of-insomnia]

you know you have a disability that affects your ability to eat when you manage to finish half a hamburger and feel like you just climbed mount everest

[westwiing13]

caught

matt sturniolo x reader (female)

warning: this story contains smut and rough sex

hi everyone! this is my first story and i’m proud of it tbh, but i also apologize if you think it’s bad or… if i did something wrong. lmao idk, enjoy 🫶 oh also, sorry that it’s SO long 😭 i like a good build up.

It was a Friday night, 7PM, and I was hanging out at my boyfriend’s place, Matt. We decided to do a casual date night. That was something I loved about our relationship. We didn’t care for fancy dinner dates. Eating fast food at home, in the car or grabbing a quick meal at a restaurant was enough for us.

We are both sitting at the black kitchen table eating Mc Donald’s.

I pick up a french fry and before I put it in my mouth I ask, “So, we have the place to ourselves the entire night?”

“Yep.”, Matt says then grabbing his root beer soda and taking a sip. “Chris and Nick went to a party and won’t be home til later.”

I chew the french fry and swallow it. “You didn’t want to go?”, I ask.

“Nah. I’d rather spend my night with my girlfriend.” Matt places his right hand on top of my left and gives it a gentle squeeze.

A few moments have passed and we were both done eating our dinner. Matt takes our empty cups, french fry containers, wrappers from our burgers and toss it in the trash can.

I enter into Matt’s room with my right hand in his left. I lead him to the bed where I guide him to sit down and I sit in his lap with my legs wrapped around him. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the cold chain of his necklace against my bare arms. Matt places his arms on my lower back holding me. We look into each other’s eyes for a few moments taking each other in. Matt smiles at me and gives a little chuckle.

“What, babe?”, I ask while gently running my fingers through his brown hair.

Matt says, “Oh nothing. I’m just thinking to myself how did I get so lucky to have you?”

I blush and smile not knowing what to say because he still manages to give me butterflies and leave me speechless.

All I could say is “I love you.” I place my right hand on his chiseled jawline feeling his rough stubble underneath my hand, and trace his lower lip with my thumb. Matt says I love you back and moves his hands lower and gently squeezes my ass. I lean in placing my lips onto his. I slide my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues collide dance all around swapping saliva. I feel Matt getting hard underneath me. I slowly grind against his hard length. Matt lets out a deep moan. I feel his warm breath against my lips. Matt brings his lips back to mine and we continue to make out. I pull away from our kiss and teasingly bite on his lip. To finish it off I give him a quick peck.

I yawn feeling tired. I unhook my legs from Matt’s waist and get off of him. Matt says, “Hey! What are you doing? You can’t tease me like that.”

I giggle. “I’m going to take a quick nap if that’s okay.” I say while I move the decorative log pillows aside and untuck the sheets to get into Matt’s bed.

“It’s only okay if we get to continue this later.” he says while giving me a sexy smirk and a wink. I shake my head agreeing to his words. I climb into bed and get comfy.

Matt stands up from the foot of the bed, walks over to to me and leans over to give me a gentle kiss on my head. “I’m going to hang out in the living room so I can let you sleep, baby.” I let out a soft mhmm. Matt turns off the lights and shuts the door as he leaves the room.

I wake up in the comfort of Matt’s bed. I grab my phone to check the time. 9:30PM. I place my phone back down on the side table and close my eyes again. A few minutes went by when I suddenly hear, “God, Nick, you fucking suck at this game! You made us lose again! We haven’t won a single game tonight.” I jolted up and saw Matt sitting at his computer playing Fortnite.

“Geez, babe! You almost gave me a heart attack!” He didn’t seem to hear me so I grab one of the log pillows and threw it at him. “Hey!”, he says to me. He turns around and says, “Oh you’re up, baby. Did I wake you?”

“Sorta!”

“I’m sorry.” Matt puts down the PS4 controller and says into the microphone, “Hold on you guys, Y/N woke up. Be back soon.” I could hear Chris and Nick through the headset both saying alright.

Matt walks over to me and sits on the bed. “How was your nap?” he asks moving a piece of hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear.

“I needed it.” I grab his hand that is near my ear and bring it down onto the bed. “Is that Nick and Chris you’re talking to? I thought they weren’t going to be home til later.” I slowly move my thumb side to side across his hand.

“Yeah, they decided to leave the party early.”

“Don’t they know that we’re doing a date night?”

“Yes. I tried to convince them to stay longer but they wouldn’t. Assholes.” Matt rolls his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh.

“Hey, Matt, it’s okay.“ I lean in and give him a peck on the lips. “I’m ready to continue where we left off now that I am well rested.” I say in a flirtatious tone. I can see Matt instantly get hard underneath his Nike grey sweatpants just from my words. I love knowing that I have that kind of control over him. “But Chris and Nick are here. And you and I both know you scream my name when I am absolutely destroying your sweet pussy.”, Matt says softly with a smirk and licks his lips. I lean forward and whisper into his ear, “Well, I’ll just have to learn to be quiet and if I can’t… well… that’s Nick’s and Chris’ problem. They knew we were having a date night.” I bring my hand to Matt’s throbbing dick, I glide my hand across it and he squirms under my touch. I continue to whisper in his ear, “Look at you. Already going crazy from my touch. You tell those boys that you are done with gaming for tonight.” Matt gets up from the bed, walks over to his desk and puts back on his headset and says into the microphone, “Hey, you guys, I am done with Fortnite for the evening.”

“Oh we knew the moment we heard Y/N say, ‘I’m ready to continue where we left off now that I am well rested’ .”, Chris says laughing. “Shut up, bro!” Matt raises his voice. Chris continues to laugh and says, “Forgot to mute your mic, bro.”

“Okay, this got weird fast.” Nick says.

“Goodnight.” Matt says with a serious tone. Matt takes off his headset, logs off of Fortnite and turns off his PS4.

I stretch my arms out in front and wiggle my fingers telling Matt I want to be snuggled up in his arms. Matt walks over to me places his arms around me and rests his head on top of mine. I breathe in his addictive scent of cedarwood and hints of citrus.

“I love it when you get mad, babe.” , I say with a laugh. “It’s both cute and hot.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

I nod. “I love big bad boy Bernard.”, I tease. Matt just rolls his eyes not even knowing what to say to that. Matt lifts his head off of mine, takes his hand puts it under my chin and tilts my head up. He stares into my eyes and puts his lips on mine. He slides his tongue into my mouth and our tongues are once again dancing.

I reach for the drawstring on his sweatpants and untie them while we are still exchanging a wet kiss. I tug on the waistband of both the sweatpants and his underwear. I break the kiss and say, “Take these off.” Matt stands up and removes his grey sweatpants first and I immediately become wet at the sight of Matt’s bulge compressed in his red underwear. He then removes his underwear and his dick springs out fully erected. I get off the bed and kneel in front of him.

“God you are so beautiful staring up at me like that. Put those pretty pink lips to good use, yeah?”, he says.

I first tease him by delicately moving my fingers along his shaft and then I gently lick the tip swirling my tongue around it.

“Please stop teasing me, Y/N.”, Matt begs. He bunches my hair into a messy bun and without warning he bucks his hips and all the sudden I feel his dick at the back of my throat. I place my hands onto his thighs for support. He then starts to thrust in out of my mouth at a steady pace.

“Your pretty mouth feels so fucking good around me.”, he says.

I unclip my black bra and remove it from underneath my shirt. I then lift my shirt up exposing my tits. My nipples go hard from the cold hair. I place both of my index fingers and thumbs to massage my hardened nipples for added pleasure. I begin to moan.

“Fuck, baby, with you moaning like that. I’m not going to be able to last much longer.” he says. He begins to speed up his pace forcing me to have to put my hands back on his thighs for support.

“I’m so close, Y/N.” Matt says with heavy breaths. He removes his dick from my mouth and begins to stroke his dick at a fast pace. Shots of his hot cum lands on my tits. “Fuuuuuck.” Matt says in a deep moan.

I stare up into his beautiful blue eyes and move all of the saliva that formed from the blowjob to my lips and Matt leans down and kisses me as we share the wet sloppy mess.

“You are such a dirty girl for me, huh?”, he says. I glide my fingers across my tits collecting his cum and licking it all up.

Matt takes my hand and helps me up.

“Now it’s my turn to make my princess feel good.”, he says.

He removes my shirt fully exposing my top half. He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth. His warm tongue gliding across my nipple causing me to moan. I place my hands on his head and move my fingers through his soft messy brown hair. Matt stops for a second to help me lay back on the bed with him on top. He starts planting kisses on my neck and makes his way back down to my tits. He takes in the opposite nipple and swirls his tongue around it. He then makes his way further down while his hands massage my tits. Once he gets to my jeans he moves his hands down to unbutton and unzip them. He removes my jeans leaving me only in my black thong. He also removes his black tank top over his head.

Seeing Matt completely naked with only his horse chain/necklace on makes me feel a warmth down in my core.

Matt stands at the foot of the bed and I feel his blue eyes scanning over my body taking in the sight of me.

“Come on, Matt. My pussy is aching for you.”, I say as I begin to touch myself. I can feel the black fabric becoming wet.

Matt leans over and wraps his arms around my legs bringing me closer to the edge of the bed so he has easier access to my pussy. I can feel his hot breath against my flesh. I stop touching myself and let him take over.

Matt firstly moves my thong to the side with his teeth and then starts licking away at my clit. The intense pleasure caught me off guard and I yell, “MATT!” I immediately place my hand over my mouth knowing that Chris and Nick could’ve possibly heard. Matt says against my pussy, “Shhhh… Don’t want my brothers to know that I am eating the shit out of you right now.” He goes back to licking every crevice of my wet aching pussy. The clit, the folds and even inside. “Fuck, Matt. Don’t stop, please.”, I say with heavy breaths. I place my legs over his shoulders and place a hand in his hair grabbing it. Letting him know to not stop and that I am close. I begin to squirm under him and let out deep heavy moans. I feel his tongue going in and out of me at a rapid speed. God he knew how to use that tongue of his. He then goes back over my clit and that’s when I lose it. I feel a pleasuring sensation come over me as I reach my climax. My legs shake uncontrollably and I can’t help but yell his name.

A few seconds later I say, “Holy shit, babe. I think… that was… your best job yet.”, I say trying to catch my breath. Matt then licks me all over and tells me how good I taste.

He comes up, leans forward, and wraps his hand around my neck, whispering, “I told you to be quiet. Turn around and get on all fours for me.”

I do as he says and put my ass into the air. Matt removes my thong by ripping it off me in one swift motion. He spanks my ass and I let out a whimper. He grabs his hard length and glides it in between my folds teasing me.

“Babe, plea-“, before I could finish my sentence he thrusts into me super deep with no warning. I let out a gasp. He gives me a moment to adjust to his size before he starts moving slowly in and out of me.

“Goddamn, Y/N, you are so tight.” He gives my ass another slap and continues to move in and out of my wetness. Matt grabs my hair and pulls my head back as he begins to pick up his pace. My eyes begin to roll to the back of my head I can feel the familiar sensation forming in my stomach knowing I am close.

“Matt- I- I’m—“

“Me too, babe.”

His dick twitching inside of me knowing he is close. I reach for my clit and rub it with my fingers in a circular motion.

The door opens and Nick walks in, “Hey, Matt, do you know where—“ Both Matt and I look over and see Nick with terror in his eyes. I try to say something but I am so overwhelmed with pleasure and also close to reaching my climax that I can’t get any words out.

“Hey, bro! Get outta here!”, Matt yells.

Nick exclaims, “Oh shit! Sorry!” He exits so fast closing the door behind him.

Right after the door closes I feel my pussy clenching around his dick while I reached my peak. “Matt! I- I’m cumming! Holy—!”

“Yes, baby, cum for me.”, Matt says out of breath continuing move in and out of me.

Seconds later I feel Matt bucking his hips and his warm cum filling me up. Matt pulls out and collapses next to me.

“Holy fucking shit.”, he says, “that was so hot.”

I turn over and lay next to him. Our hot sweaty bodies touching.

“You should’ve locked the door, silly.”, I say with a giggle.

[mrsoharaa]

"So...I may have done...a thing today" you chuckle lightly behind your closed bedroom door, adjusting the strap of your newly purchased lingerie bottom amongst your curvy hips.

"Oh no." you can hear Suguru's concerned tone waft through the air, the sound of Satoru's childish chuckle bellowing.

"A good thing or a bad thing?" Satoru follows, leaning back onto the couch, leaning against Suguru's side as he scrolls through his phone.

"Both? hold on..." You emit a nervous chuckle, swallowing back the growing anxiety and nervousness gnawing at the back of your throat. Taking a breath you finally open the door, slowly.

With clinging onto one of Satoru's long fancy winter coats, you tip toed your way shyly into the living room, standing before the two. Your fingers firmly gripping onto the hemming of his button up coat, shielding your barely covered body.

Suguru hardly nudges his head, his attentive eyes gazing up at you with growing curiosity and concern. He puts his own phone down, tilting his head. Watches you squirm beneath Satoru's borrowed coat, brows rising in more curiosity.

"Sooo...do you remember that thing that I showed you the other day, Suguru?" you chewed playfully onto your bottom lip, gently swaying your legs in a giddy manner, watching him contemplate for a moment. Noting Satoru's head lift up in his own curiosity, eyes perched to you wearing one of his coats.

"That THING hm? if I can recall what that thing was I- oh" Suguru's eyes lit up with sudden realization, his limbs tensing as a low, steep chuckle resonates from his chest. His eyes lidding in sheer interest, a coy smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"I'm lost, what THING?" Satoru tilts his head, glancing back and forth to you and Suguru, seeking for an answer.

A soft giggle rumbles off your lips, slowly unveiling the coat from your body, revealing the conspicuous lingerie hugging perfectly along your curvy figure.

Suguru's jaw ticks tightly as Satoru tosses his phone aside thoughtlessly, greedy eyes sinking in every inch of your breath taking attire. Watching you twirl your hips in a taunting manner, showing off the feeble fabric that barely covered your intimate parts.

Suguru leans forward, removing himself off the couch as he takes your right hand in his. Lifts and extends it to bask sweet, tender kisses amongst your palm, leisurely up the stride of your warm arm. His eyes still wallowing in the beautiful sight of his lovely angel blessing him with such a gracious sight.

"Oh, that thing...it suits you well baby, you look so so gorgeous in it" his rasp voice seeps into the warmth of your skin, raises your arm for you to twirl with the kindred plea in his glossed eyes. You smile and do so, giving him yet another show of your flaunting figure.

"You like it?" you ask sultrily, feeling his fingers gingerly brush along the valley of your smooth flesh. Reeling you in closer to his looming stature, his free hand swiveling down to the dip of your hip.

"Liking it is such an understatement...you look so divine in it my love...I could just eat you up right now actually..." he leans in to kiss the slant of your shoulder, grinning to the cute shudder that travels all over your body from his kiss.

A loud shriek throttles out from your throat, your body swiftly being yanked from the ground effortlessly and onto a strong, broad muscle of shoulder. Your sudden shriek turning into fits of laughter, your sight being met with the familiar nest of white fluff.

"I'm going to get you pregnant" Satoru plants one of his hands onto the round shape of your voluptuous rear, the other steadily, smoothly rubbing at the sides of your curvy hips. Sly fingers gradually playing with the straps of your panties.

"S-Satoru!" you lift your upper body with more fits of laughter, patting his back carefully as you notice the living room becoming distant, your head lifts up to meet back to the open vicinity of your bedroom door. You exert a playful eye roll, a streak of heat slowly pursing into your cheeks.

A subtle chuckle draws from you again, with your chin resting on your palm you felt your chin being caressed with a pair of thick digits. Forcing your pretty face to meet Suguru's lascivious glare, the familiar glint of hounding desire and carnal lust drowning out those perfect irises of mulberry. His thumb softly brushes over the lush of your tantalizing lips, parting them as he gradually inches his thick digit into your wet mouth easily, twirling with your slick tongue.

"Going to make you such a pretty mommy...going to be so radiant and beautiful all full of our cum, hm sweetheart?" the sound of Suguru's silk voice stirs the arising arousal climbing all over you, forcing you to push your thighs together.

Another shrill shriek tears from your mouth, your body being flung over onto the vast space of your queen sized bed. A gentle bounce or two holds your body amongst the soft comfort of the sinking mattress. Your eyes draws back towards the looming bodies preying over you.

Dim irises peer strictly over your cute body, carefully, direly soaking up every inch of you with growing need and animistic hunger.

Shredding their clothes hastily as they crawl all over you, Satoru at your neck and Suguru trailing a wet path of lullin, warm kisses up your arm. Both of their darken eyes fluidly glimpsing up at you.

"Pretty baby, you did this to yourself" Suguru hums lightly against your shoulder, making his way up to the juncture of your jaw, delicately prying your right leg open. As Satoru's pried your left within a swift of a motion.

"Definitely going to get you pregnant, sweetness...going to consume you whole and then some...you're going to hurt for the next few days" Satoru grins mischievously, along with Suguru's pretty smug. A pant of air slips past your lips, immense heat basking into the supple flesh of your cheeks and ears.

A small chuckle reels you from you dazed, flustered look, a gentle caress on your chin rakes you over to meet Suguru's imminent gaze.

"Mercy will not do you any good tonight sweetheart..."

this was the thing, reader was wearing <3

[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Fruit Loops and other shenanigans (sfw)

Bay Mikey being a menace :) sibling goofiness! tags: eating noises, I guess? Swearing

I’m picturing Mikey getting bored a lot in the lair.

The guy with endless energy, who doesn’t like to be alone with his thoughts- would gravitate to his brothers, to spend time with them and enjoy their company.

But his brothers want their alone time; they need it to recharge, to rest.

So often Mikey gets doors closed in his face with promises of “later,” as he’s left alone with his thoughts.

And more often than not, those thoughts become mischievous, and a little devious.

One quiet afternoon, before the chaos of patrol prep, Mikey’s sitting at the kitchen table, munching on a box of Fruit Loops as he stares gloomily around the quiet lair.

Bored out of his mind.

He could almost hear the faint sounds of the pipes above as he crunched on the dry cereal; his mind screaming at him to “do something” as he shoved fistfuls of the colorful rounds into his mouth.

So. Fucking. Bored.

Mikey spit a bit of cereal onto the table in his excitement as Leo walked into the living room.

“Fh-sup, man! You wanna play a game or something?” He wiped the crumbs from his mouth with a grin as Leo rolled his eyes, smiling at his little brother’s ever-present enthusiasm.

He raised the book in his hand as he sat down on the couch. “I’m going to read for a bit, Mike. You’re welcome to join me.” Leo crossed a leg over a knee as he opened his novel up, eyes already skimming the pages in earnest.

Mikey grumbled quietly at the table as he stared at the back of Leo’s head. “Yeah. Cause that sounds like soooo much fun.” He stuck a hand back in the cereal box, fishing another handful out-

And smirking to himself as his brother’s shoulders tensed at the sounds of his munching.

Leo didn’t look up from the page, but shifted slightly on the couch cushions as he continued reading.

Ignore him. Just ignore him.

Mikey grabbed another handful of cereal, this time not closing his mouth as he chewed, letting the loud crunching noises cut through the silence.

Leo cleared his throat.

His blue eyes shot an irritated look to the youngest over his shoulder as he glanced up from his book.

“Really?”

Mikey shrugged.

With an exaggerated eye roll Leo turned, and went back to the page he was reading.

The orange-banded turtle tapped a finger on the table for a moment, before looking back at his brother’s head with a toothy grin.

Mikey fished a handful of fruit loops out of the box, eating one quietly to appease his brother-

And then tossed one directly at Leo’s head.

It hit with a soft noise, but the sound Leo made was not quiet.

“MIKEY-“ He jerked in his seat and spun around to look at his brother, who tossed the remaining handful in his mouth with a grin.

“Yesh, Leuo?” He swallowed as his older brother glared at him from the couch. “Are you done reading now?”

As the eldest huffed and rose up from the couch, he mumbled under his breath as he marched off to his room. “Don’t know …why I bothered…read…here…the first place.”

Mikey grinned devilishly as he watched Leo leave, rising from the table with his box of cereal artillery.

Who’s next?

He could hear the sound of weights clinking as Raph lifted in the gym.

Oh, this was too easy.

Mikey grabbed a few fruit loops from the box, and knelt by the doorway, waiting for Raph to finish his set and put the barbell down.

At the sound of the heavy thunk, Mikey flicked the cereal piece into the air, connecting with Raph’s head as he grabbed a drink of water.

His brother sprayed liquid as he sputtered, angry and confused at the sneak attack.

“THE FUCK?!”

Raph looked around wildly, and it took everything Mikey had in him not to laugh as he hid.

“MIKEY-“

The youngest grabbed his box and sped from the gym, laughing gleefully as he tore down the hallway.

Now for Donnie-

His plans were cut abruptly short at the vibration in his pocket.

As he pulled out his phone, Mikey couldn’t help but laugh at the message.

Dee: Don’t even think about it, Mikey.

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[finniestoncrane]

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 700 turns out i'm like... really into the idea of being his silly little pet so i wrote this teeny little ficlet for myself because i couldn't get it out of my head🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: pet play, sub/dom dynamics

"You know, I had a dog once. Good friend. Loyal, smart."

Cooper looked up to you, his eyes only just visible under the brim of his hat. You sat on your heels on the floor, your entire body exposed, nude except for the collar he'd placed on you.

"I've been aching for something to take his place. Waiting all this time for a sweet lil' pup to come my way."

He ran the leather leash through his fingers, tugging at it gently, pulling the collar and you forward a little.

"And then, whaddaya know. I come across you."

Another quick, sharp tug, and you fell to all fours, crawling towards him slowly and settled at his feet.

"Now, you ain't no dog. But you are a little bitch."

You nodded eagerly, letting your tongue hang out from your mouth as you panted enthusiastically.

"And while you ain't as smart as my last pet, I am willing to forgive that. After all, you ain't exactly going to be serving the same purpose."

Cooper's hand settled on your cheek, running over it and swooping under your chin, fingers scratching at you as you smiled at the affection.

"He was there for comfort. Friendship. You're here to be used. You understand that, pup?"

With a soft bark, you nodded again, eager to please him. You stayed where you were, only turning to watch him as he stood up and walked over to the other side of the room.

"Come on over to me, girl. Bring your lead."

Stooping to the ground, you picked up the handle of the lead in your mouth and made your way to him, crawling over the dusty floor on all fours, completely bare, until you were once again at his feet. You watched patiently as Cooper reached into the inside pocket of his duster jacket, pulling out some jerky, miscellaneous meat from a less than credible source. he held it in front of him, dangling it above you.

"You want it? Then sit up for me."

You stretched your back out, kneeling still, arms raised up and out in front of you, hands balled into fists, makeshift paws, as you panted for him.

"Beg for it. Speak, girl."

You barked once, and Cooper tossed the jerky to the floor. As humiliating as it was, you knew what was coming. And he insisted on it, commanding you.

"Eat that off the ground. You ain't good enough to be hand fed, and I don't quite trust you not to bite the hand that feeds. Not yet anyway."

Bending once more, you picked up the jerky and chewed on it thoroughly before swallowing it, looking up at Cooper the entire time to make sure that even that act was done to his satisfaction. And when you were finished, you let your tongue fall back out to prove it to him, a playful pant and a cautious smile as you waited for his next instructions.

"Now, do you think you can roll over for me, pup?"

Ever keen to please, and quick to obey, you rolled over immediately, suppressing the shudder in your spine as your bare back touched the cold floor. You raised your legs, bent at the knee, and your arms, hands balled into fists again to mimic your paws. As Cooper took you in, you stretched your legs for him, spreading them apart to expose your wet cunt, folds splayed for him to see every bit of you.

Cooper stretched his leg out, pressing the tip of his boot to your cunt, the pointed toe pushing on your clit. As he wiggled his foot from side to side, you could feel the familiar pulse of pleasure through the degrading pain, a throbbing ache that spread to your stomach, to all of your muscles, as you lay there for him. He took his boot off of you, the sole coated in your slick, and he smiled.

"That's it. Good girl."

His voice was low and slow on the 'good'. Emphasising his satisfaction with you. You felt yourself getting excited, hips wiggling, knowing if you had a tail it would be going wild.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

You and your partner are at a bar. You might have been invited, but you can't remember. All you know is that you had a couple of beers before you left, at your partner's instance, and now you're watching them chat with the person behind the bar, tossing wanton looks over their shoulder at you as if wanting to ensure that you're watching. Of course, you're watching. What else would you be looking at?

You're not drunk, or tipsy, but just a little warm, pleasantly so. You don't mind the loud music, pulsating warm bodies, or any other things that usually keep you away from bars like this. Partially because they invited you, but also because you're not entirely sober.

Plates get placed down on the table in front of you, making you jump slightly. A bartender smiles at you before she walks away. The plate is full of heavy, filling foods. Fried chips, greasy burgers served with bacon and cheese, multiple patties, an extra plate of nachos piled high with salsa and sour cream, and another plate that houses a large pizza dripping in grease.

For a fleeting moment, you don't think that you'll be able to finish it all, despite knowing that it's exactly what they want from you. But then there is weight against your back, and you smell their perfume, and they purr into your ear, "You're going to finish everything I give you tonight, and if you do, I'll make you feel so good."

You don't need any more encouragement. They put a glass of colourful alcohol down on the table, and you take deep measured sips. It's sweet, so sweet it makes your teeth ache, but you drink it down until you need to come up for air. The glass is already half-empty. You reach for the chips, and your partner disappears, leaving you to your own devices.

Throughout the night, drinks keep appearing on your table. Shot glasses filled to the brim and tall glasses with lots of ice and beers to wash the sweetness out of your mouth. You don't think about it. If you think about it too much, you won't be able to focus on the way you're slowly starting to forget how to sit upright, how you hardly remember to swallow before shoving more food in your mouth, how drool drips down your chin as you throw back the alcohol like it's water and swallow down mouthfuls of food without chewing. It all feels so good. Why would you ever want to stop?

You don't really notice when the cake gets brought in front of you, but you eat every slice with your bare hands, just like you've been eating everything else placed in front of you tonight. The thought of cutlery doesn't even pass through the fog in your mind. You're being a slob, embarrassing yourself in public. The dirtiness doesn't bother you- nothing bothers you at the moment. The room is swaying and the food is so damn good and all you want is more, more, more-

When they finally come back for you after doing who knows what for the rest of the night, you've finished all the food and finished all the drink. You're so full you couldn't stand if you tried, your hands permanently fixed on your swollen belly, and so drunk that you're having trouble remembering your own name. "Good, baby," they purr in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Somebody moaned. It might have been you. "Let's get you home, huh? We're not done yet."

They pretty much carry your entire weight out of the now too-small seat (you could have sworn that you fit in your seat against the table perfectly when you first sat down) and out of the bar. Your legs don't work, and you can't remember how to walk. What's your name? Where are you going? You're so full. You're hungry. They carry your entire weight- you're no help at all- and bustle you into the car, buckling you in. Your belly is huge. They have to move the seatbelt around the mass of you to buckle you in, and they caress your belly as they do so. You're so full. You can't even remember what you ate but you know it was a lot.

You don't know how long you drive, but when a warm paper bag smelling of rich, salty, greasy food is deposited in your lap with little more than a "Eat up, baby" you don't even think twice. You don't even open your eyes as you blindly shovel hot chips and burgers and nuggets into your mouth, barely bothering to unwrap them, moaning through a mouthful of food as each load lands in your already full stomach. Your parter laughs at you, sounding a little bit like they're far-away or underwater, and with the hand not currently on the steering wheel, they reach over and caress your belly, feeling its heft, enjoying its swell, loving how they can feel it grow more and more as you mindlessly shove fast food into your mouth. You need a drink. It's not enough.

You might fall asleep, but you don't remember. All too soon, you're being carried out of the car with hands under your armpits, and being dragged towards the front door. You try to help, but your knees give out from under you, and the ground won't stay in place, it moves and wavers and undulates, and you just want it to stay still damn it! You look down, and can't see your feet- your swollen belly is in the way. You might moan something- in pleasure, in pain, in frustration- but you can't be sure. You're too far gone for words, even if you could remember what the words were. They laugh at your struggle. Cooing as you cradle your belly like a pregnant mother as you continue your slow, aided, drunken waddle. You worry they might drop you- they don't drop you. They pat your belly, and mouth kisses against your neck, and it makes you swoon.

"Good job, baby," they rest a hand on your belly. How did you get inside? Why are you laying down? You vaguely remember another bottle being pressed against your lips earlier, more beer probably, cool and refreshing, and now you're laying down again. They're stradling you, their thighs bracketing you, their hands on your belly. Their hands are a blessing, a gift from god. They soothe any aches and pains you might have had, and they remind you of just how full you really are. It's amazing. "You've done so well. But we're not done yet."

You are too sloshed, too out of your mind, too black-out drunk to argue as the familiar end of the funnel is placed between your yielding lips, and your loving partner pours half-melted ice cream that tastes vaguely of brandy into your already engorged, bloated gut.

Not that you would have protested even if you could.

This reminds me of this ask I got a little while ago

*grabs you by the collar and shakes you around urgently* I don't know what to do with this! I can't do anything with this! I just read it, and then my brain short circuits! Everytime! Wires fizzle. Smoke comes out of my ears. What. What am I supposed to add other than -

FUCK YES

I'll tell you, I really, really wanted to add something to this because the last time I got an ask like this, I also just... couldn't. But. I still can't.

No thoughts.

No function.

I'm just thinking about how sloshy they'd be. Their dome of a gut completely full of alcohol and food - so heavy and bloated, barely staying attached to them, their abs struggling to keep them together. Stretched impossibly tight as they stumble and are barely able to hold their own body weight up; completely dependent on their partner to take care of them only for their partner to keep pushing them. Pushing and pushing despite their awe at how round they've become. Completely stunned over their capacity.

Their stomach.

The feeder can hear the way their partner's gut is sloshing and gurgling and... growling? Really?! Still growling? How are they still going? 😫😫

Then, when they finally get home and fall asleep, they're on their side with their bloated, overfull gut sprawled out next to them. It seems larger than they are. It doesn't look real. It's so tight. Taut and hot with pressure. They've stretched themselves so far. So, it's only fair for the feeder to help them reach their fullest potential. So, they go and get the ice cream and the funnel, weak at the knees with the thought of what's coming then fully collapsing forward onto the bed when their ballooned partner just opens their mouth with a desperate moan.

Maybe next time they'll be able to go further... 🥵🫣

(Thank you so fucking much for this peak horny perfection 🤤🤤)

[reigningqueenofwords]

Who Told?

Word count: 593

Read on AO3

Part 3 of The Unknown Stark

“Is Iron Man Tony Stark’s biggest secret? Sources close to the billionaire say no. Stark, owner of Stark Industries, is well known as a playboy. He has shown no signs of being a family man, but our sources say this is completely false. Stark is not only a father, but a father of a teenage daughter. How he’s managed to keep her from the public remains a mystery…” Tony read out loud, tossing the paper to the table where everyone could see. The picture that accompanied the article was one of Tony with some model on his arm. “I didn’t bother to read past that.” He sighed.

You were still in your pajamas, chewing on your cereal. It had been two weeks since you’d moved in, and things had been rough at first. Finally, it worked out for the better. Tony had a room done for you, which you were still decorating. Swallowing, you reached over and picked it up, skimming over the rest of it while eating. With a small shrug, you dropped it. “At least it doesn’t give my name, or a picture.” You pointed out.

Tony gave you a bored look. “How many 15 year old Starks do you think there are in the city?” He asked sarcastically.

Making a fake cat noise with your hand making claws, you took your bowl to the sink. “Sassy today, aren’t we?” You smirked, making him roll his eyes. “Anyways, I have to get ready for school.”  You went to move towards the elevator, just for him to stop you. “What? I don’t feel like getting detention for being late. Again.” Your second day of school after moving in with him, he’d decided to take you to breakfast. 45 minutes away from your school.

“Nope.” He shook his head, his arm across your waist. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Tony looked at you.

“What?!” You looked between him and the others. “Dad! I can’t just not go! I have friends, school work…I kinda need to go to graduate.” You reminded him.

He sighed. “You’re staying home today, and I’ll be enrolling you in a private school.” You went to argue and he shot you a look. “Which I should have done when you were younger, but your mother wouldn’t let me. I’m in charge now, kid. Go back to bed, mess with Clint, something. Just…be 15 and annoying for a day.”

You gave him a smile. “I think you’re being annoying enough for the both of us.” You told him before ducking under his arm and walking to the elevator.

Once you were gone, it was Nat that spoke up. “You think that was a good idea, Stark?” There was a serious look on her face. “She just wants to be a normal kid.”

“She’s not a normal kid, Nat.” He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Her mother and I did everything we could to keep her out of all this. Out of the papers, and sleazeballs mouths, and out of danger.”

Clint shook his head. “I hate to say it, but Nat’s right. She’s your kid, do you think that you’d deal well with this?” He sipped his coffee, looking towards his friend. “Or would you raise hell?”

Tony groaned. “Shit.”

“Sir?” Came JARVIS’s voice.

“Yes, JARVIS?” Tony sighed, knowing that he was screwed either way.

“Miss Y/N has left the premises.”

“HOW? She didn’t get on the damn elevator that long ago.”

“Shall I alert the authorities?”

Tony shook his head. “No. I’ll find her myself.”

[wowwowokay2]

Talia, part 4/?

Week seven, day three, the first full day of Talia’s new commitment. She had spent the previous night planning out her selection of meals and snacks, increasing the frequency and sizes.

She started her work day by getting up at 6:30am, to start work at the department store at 8:00am and leave at 3:00pm.

Breakfast at 6:50am: Three bagels with peanut butter, a large orange and tea.

Snack #1 at 8:30am: It wasn’t her break time so she had to sneak into the bathroom and quickly scarf down her two granola bars and four double chocolate sandwich cookies.

Snack #2 at 10:30am: A simple snack of yet another granola bar, plus a rather generously sized mango.

Lunch at 12:30pm: Oh joy, someone brought donuts. Talia started off her lunch with an apple fritter and continued with her large whole grain bunwich with cheddar, swiss, chicken, tomato, lettuce and ranch. To finish off she stealthily snatched a maple crueller, and zipped out of the break room.

Snack #3 at 3:04pm: Work was over and she wasn’t really hungry but she checked the break room to see if any donuts were left and there were three.

She didn’t want to take more if anyone else wanted them, but there was no one in the break room. She had already forgotten who said they brought the donuts so she couldn’t even ask them. They are donuts for work, she thought. I am part of that, so they are free game. Just one before I go.

So she surveyed her options. There was a long john, a strawberry jelly donut and another maple crueller. I do love maple cruellers, Talia thought, as her fingers had already found the glazed ridges of the donut and she gently delivered it to her mouth. Sweet maple glaze and soft, lovely dough. She made a little sound of pleasure as she finished by licking her fingers off.

She wasn’t even thinking when she grabbed the jelly donut and took a huge bite from it. She only realized she had started to eat another donut when the brightness of the strawberry jelly burst into her mouth.

“Mm!” Talia said, bringing her hand up to her mouth, chewing the donut. “Oh.”

She didn’t mean to do that, she was going to leave some for her coworkers. But why not eat? A little voice teased her. Why not just eat them all? They are here for you.

Talia began to feel flustered as she swallowed and held her donut away from herself. God, I can’t get like this at work, I need to go. She quickly took two, slightly sloppy bites in secession and finished the jelly donut. The long john disappeared within her mouth and gullet just as fast, and Talia tossed the empty box in the garbage while still chewing.

The door to the break room opened and Talia glanced up to see Jocelyn enter, her bob was jet black and her features were gentle.

“Oh,” Jocelyn said. “Aren’t you done- uh.” Her words faultered as she looked at Talia, her round face stumped.

“Work? Oh yeah I’m done, just grabbing a little bite to eat before I go.” Talia replied.

“Y- yeah, you have a little.” Jocelyn gestured to a spot on her chin.

Talia wiped off a bit of jelly and licked it off her fingers. “Ah, thanks Lyn.”

Talia and Jocelyn said their goodbyes and Talia left work. As she made her way home with a happy palette and stomach, her mind went to work on her interaction with Jocelyn. Since the weather was getting warmer, Talia stopped wearing her sweater a few days earlier. She could not longer hide the physical effects of her weight gain and it was now apparent, as modest of a weight gain as it was, since she was no longer covered by loose fabric. And if anyone had taken notice of it, it was Jocelyn. She had been talking differently to Talia, and she would rarely make eye contact. Talia frowned to herself. Was Jocelyn judging her? The two weren’t super close friends, but nonetheless they were acquaintances-bordering-on-friends. Talia didn’t want to lose a friend. But she could be worrying for nothing. She probably was.

Snack #4 at 4:48pm: Talia had been home for a bit, and while she decided what was going to be for dinner she nibbled on another granola bar. They were alright, but Talia made a mental note to try and find a more appetizing snack, or at least more options for snacks in the future.

[casspurrjoybell-19]

Does it Matter? - Chapter 24 - Part 1

*Warning: Adult Content*   

When Brayan turned back around, he found Bug dressed in the clean clothes and sitting on the edge of the bed.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the plate of food in Brayan's hands.

"Well, you've answered my questions and you've earned a reward," Brayan said as he carried the plate of food over to the small table on the other side of the room.

"One reward. You can have either the necklace or some of this food. You can decide which."

The look of utter defeat on Bug's face made Brayan feel a little bad.

He had no real intention of withholding either but he would take his leverage where he could get it.

"I would like the necklace, please."

"See, that's interesting," Brayan said.

"You claim you believe me when I say that it's not magical, that it's not worth anything but you still want it very much. Why?"

Bug dropped his gaze and shrugged.

"If you tell me why, you can have both."

Bug hesitated.

"It's silly, Sir."

"Try me."

"I had a nice dream and in it I was wearing something similar. That's all, sir. I know it's stupid."

"A dream or a vision?"

Bug was silent for several seconds while he chewed on his lip.

Brayan really wished he would stop doing that.

It was distracting.

"I used to think it was a vision but there are things in it that just aren't possible anymore."

"Are they impossible or are they just unlikely? With the right magic, many things are possible."

"I guess they're not impossible..."

Bug shook his head.

"But it doesn't matter. That's not how it works. I've been having this dream for years. Predicting even an hour into the future gets complicated because there are so many possibilities. Seeing something years ahead makes no sense."

"Well, you're the expert, so I won't question you on that. It just sounds odd. Like it should be meaningful in some way."

"That's how I feel, too, Sir," Bug said quietly, he let out a long sigh.

"But it doesn't have anything to do with what you want from me. I'm sorry if I made you feel like me wanting the necklace was important in some way. I didn't mean for it to be distracting."

Brayan tossed Bug the necklace.

"Come over here and sit down. You've earned some food."

Bug clutched the necklace in his hand and approached the table.

When he hesitated, Brayan pointed him to the chair on the opposite side of the table.

Before he had found out the truth about Dara he had been keen to make sure he was abiding by his training appropriately but Bug?

Bug wasn't his problem.

The more at ease Bug became the more he would talk and so far that was working to Brayan's benefit.

He didn't need him to be submissive or polite.

All he needed was for him to feel comfortable sharing information.

Brayan put an empty plate down in front of Bug and then transferred some of the food from the plate Garrod had brought onto it.

It was tempting to just give him all of it but in his experience people who had been starved would only make themselves sick if they were permitted to gorge themselves.

He did give Bug the nicest cuts of meat and the tiny sugar cake that Garrod had piled onto the side of the plate, though. It was just logical.

Bug would enjoy them far more than Brayan would have.

Brayan sat back and gave Bug a nod of approval and Bug immediately started eating.

"Not too fast," Brayan warned.

"You don't want to end up throwing it back up."

Bug slowed down but only a little.

"It's not stupid, you know," Brayan said.

"Wanting the necklace. Holding onto a dream that could be something more, even if it doesn't really make sense."

Bug swallowed his mouthful of food and licked crumbs off his lips.

"I wish I could be more helpful. I feel like I'm supposed to be but when I think about it, nothing I've said or done has made any difference. If I had done nothing, someone still would have found him before long. If he recovers like you say he will, he'll be able to tell you what happened even better than I've been able to. It's usually obvious why the special visions I get want me to do something but this time... I'm not sure."

"Maybe the point wasn't to help us. Maybe the point was me killing Fraccus. It sounds like the two of you didn't have the most friendly relationship."

"But... but that's awful," Bug said, eyes wide.

"If my powers are lining up events so that you would have to kill someone who I want dead in self defence, how can I trust them anymore? I don't want to put anyone in that position. That's terrible."

"That's adorable," Brayan said and then promptly realised there really was no good way to take that statement.

"It's sweet that you're concerned for me, really but it's unnecessary. I could have retreated from the fight but I didn't want to leave you to him. I wasn't forced to do anything. I made a choice."

"Oh."

"I'm also not upset about having to kill him. I would have preferred to be able to question him, but he's far from the first person I've killed and I can't say I feel particularly bad about it. Perhaps he was only the way he was because he had been treated cruelly himself but at the end of the day I can't say it really makes much difference to me."

"He was born into slavery and with his ability..."

Bug shook his head.

"Sometimes I think about the child he must have been at one point, the things he probably went through and I feel bad for that child but by the time I met him he was a man who was no longer capable of caring about others, so it was hard to care about him."

"I take it you weren't born into slavery. You have a bit of an accent."

"Ah."

Bug ducked his head.

"You're correct, Sir. I was nineteen when I was captured. It's only been about two and a half years since then." "It must be hard to adjust as an adult."

"Hmm. I'm not sure which is worse, Sir."

Bug carefully picked up crumbs from his empty plate with the tip of his finger and self consciously ate them.

Brayan had still hardly touched his larger serving of the food.

"At least I have good memories to look back on but sometimes I think that just makes it harder."

"I don't want to give you too much food. Your body won't be able to handle it," Brayan said but he cut off another piece of pork and transferred it onto Bug's plate, Bug ate it immediately.

"When was the last time you had a proper meal?"

"About two months ago, sir. It was a reward then, too."

Brayan felt even worse.

He hadn't intended to emulate whatever sick food based motivation system Lord Nolen had devised that had resulted in Bug being as malnourished as he was.

"What were you being rewarded for?"

"I gave my master some useful information. But..." Bug hesitated.

"But then someone told him the same information the very next day, which was how I learned it in the first place and having the information was useful but having it just a day early was not. So I didn't get to eat at all for the next few days."

"Well, it looks like you'll be with me at least over night, so I can promise you breakfast if nothing else."

"Thank you, sir."

Bug stared down at his empty plate for a long moment before his eyes finally flicked up to look at Brayan.

"Do you like my master, Sir?"

It took Brayan a moment to process the question.

Whenever Bug looked at him, it knocked him off balance.

His thick eyelashes accentuated deep, brown eyes that revealed a gentle intelligence when the fear faded enough to let it through.

"No. I think he's petty and cruel. If he can't even manage a slave in a sensible and mature manner, I can't imagine he's a very good leader."

"Do you like me, sir?"

[ali-r3n]

Eddie Munson x Henderson’s Sister!Reader

Season 4 Episode 5 “Chapter Five: The Nina Project” 

Part One Part Two

Warnings: Language 

“I’ll get Eddie his food,” Y/N stated, eagerly. 

Dustin crossed his arms over his chest. “You just don’t want to go to the creepy house,” he replied. 

Nancy gave her a knowing look. “I think she wants to spend more time with Eddie.” 

Y/N avoided eye contact. “What? No! I’m just trying to be helpful.” 

“Mmhmmm, sure.”

Dustin looked between his sister and Nancy. “What are you two - OH! You have a crush on...REALLY?! You have a crush on my friend, Eddie!” 

“And I think he has a crush on her too,” Robin interjected. 

“Really?” Y/N face lit up. 

“No! No! NO! I forbid it!” 

“GUYS!” Steve exclaimed. “Focus! Alright here’s the plan. We will go to the Creel house and Y/N will go grab Eddie his supplies. Does everybody understand?” 

“But-”

“I said does everybody understand!” Steve gave Dustin a pointed look. 

Dustin closed his mouth and nodded. 

“Good. Let’s go.” 

Y/N approached Reefer Rick’s house, her arms full with with two large bags. She adjusted them so that she could do the special knock on the door before she opened it. 

“Special delivery.”

The tarp over the row boat was thrown aside and Eddie sat up. 

“Thank God!” he said as he jumped out. He walked over and grabbed one of the bags. “Where are the others?”

“Following a lead on Vecna.”

“Ah, so you’re on fugitive duty I see,” he teased, though his smile didn’t reach his eyes. 

Y/N touched his arm. “We’re going to clear your name, Eddie,” she reassured. 

She gazed deeply into his eyes. He looked away. 

“Yeah. I’ll believe it when I see it, Henderson.”

He rifled through the bags to see what she brought. Y/N tucked her hands into her red hoodie pockets and paced around the boathouse. 

“No beer I see.” 

“I’ve never bought beer before. I thought it would look suspicious, but Steve will bring some when they are done with their lead.” 

“Great.” He grabbed a bag of chips and took a seat before he opened them. 

She watched him shove chips into his mouth and took note of the dark circles under his eyes. Y/N walked towards him and kneeled next to him. 

“When’s the last time you slept?” 

He shrugged, his mouth full. “I got a few minutes last night,” he replied when he swallowed. “Kind of hard to when you’re ready for the calvary any second.” 

He looked at her with his big brown eyes when she touched his knee. “Try and get some sleep,” she said, softly. “I’ll keep watch.” 

Y/N hid by the window that faced the road. The walkie close by incase she needed to call the others. 

She chewed on her bottom lip as she stared out of the glass. If she listened closely she could hear the soft snores of Eddie as he slept under the tarp. 

He woke up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he sat up, the tarp moving with him. 

“How long did I sleep for?” he asked. 

“A few hours,” she answered. 

He climbed out of the rowboat. “Any word from your brother?”

She shook her head. “Not yet. Finding an inter-dimensional demon takes time.” 

“You’re the expert. Well, since we have to wait. Would the fair maiden join a pour banished man for some rations?” 

A smile spread on her face. “I could eat.” 

After a small meal. they sat and took turns tossing small things into a cup. 

“You’re bad at this,” he laughed when she missed again. 

“Cut me some slack. That was close.” 

“Close, but no cigar.” 

Y/N nudged him with her elbow. 

Their laughter died when they heard the sound of a car approaching the house. They looked at each other before they scurried to the window. 

“Shit, it’s Jason!” 

“Fuck!” 

[dragon-teethh]

Heimdall/Kratos

!!NSFW!!

Warnings: choking, slight food play, implied voyerism, hair pulling

Notes: I haven’t written in forever so keep that in mind, I also have no idea now to do the read more thing on my iPad so once I figure that out it’ll be better for all of us lmao

It’s been a while since Kratos has invited Heimdall to join him in Sindri’s house, it did take a little negation on his part for it to be allowed though. Something Kratos has quickly picked up on is how many apples Heimdall goes through in just one day alone, and in the whole time he’s been living with the Aesir god he’s eaten at least four full bushels of apples.

“How can you eat so many apples in one day?” Atreus asks Heimdall in a light tone.

“Having somebody to cut and peel them for me helps, means I get the easy job.” Heimdall replies, looking over to Kratos who’s standing at the counter on the far wall of the common room, cutting and peeling the apples Heimdall had requested.

“Could you hurry up Kratos? Please.” Heim huffed, hoping Atreus wouldn’t keep trying to talk to him.

“You will get them when they’re ready, do not rush me.” Kratos growls back, knowing if he actually rushes Heimdall would complain, and he wouldn’t get a kiss for his craftsmanship.

“Why do you sleep in the same room as dad? There’s another spare room you can have.” Atreus asks innocently, having almost no clue of what the two gods do in their free time.

“Well Atreus, I spend most of my nights pinned under him or on his lap.” Heimdall says with a smirk on his face, glancing over to Kratos who has completely stopped his task to process what his lover had said to his son.

“What did you say to him?“ Kratos asks in a low tone as he turns to face Heimdall.

“Only what he asked me to.” He purrs back, looking Kratos in the eyes.

“Atreus, leave. I do not care where you go, but do not come back till I come to get you.” Kratos tells the boy, watching him glance between the two gods,then nods and leaves, grabbing his bow on the way out.

Kratos storms over to where his lover was sitting, grabbing him by his shirt collar and pulling him up so he’s standing just on his toes.

“What the hell are you thinking telling my boy that?” He barks, shaking Heimdall a tad in the process to push the point.

Before Heimdall had any time to answer, let alone process the question Kratos was dragging him to their shared room. He threw the smaller god onto the bed, glaring at him before exiting to grab the apple slices.

“Take everything off. Now.” Kratos orders, as he sits on the bed, Heimdall in front of him making a show of it all.

“I do not have time for your games, Heimdall.” He grumbles, watching Heimdall quickly remove the rest of his clothing and tossing it all in front of the closed door of their room.

Heimdall approached Kratos, standing between his strong legs. Kratos grabs his face and pulls him down, forcing him to his knees.

“Open.” He orders, watching as Heimdall opens his mouth and lets his tongue roll out. Kratos placed an apple slice on his tongue.

“Eat it.” He demands, keeping his eyes on the god’s mouth, watching the way he closes his mouth with a look of confusion on his face.

Heimdall chews the apple slice, trying to understand what Kratos has planned, but he knew if he used his foresight there’d be hell to pay. He looked down shyly, realizing how harsh the other god’s gaze really was.

“Look at me.” Kratos demanded, grabbing Heimdall’s neatly braided hair and pulling his head up so he was looking back at him. The harsh tug caused Heimdall to huff a light moan, and Kratos noticed the way his partner’s dick twitched at his actions.

“You like that?” He asked quietly, dragging Heimdall closer by his hair.

He hummed his response as he swallowed the apple, then moaned as Kratos dragged him around. Kratos had barely even done anything and he was almost already completely hard.

Kratos pulled Heimdall up onto his lap, and placed a firm hand on his lover’s ass, using his other hand to grab the back of his head and pull him into a rough kiss. Most of their kisses are rough and sloppy anyways, the two of them always eager to get to the main event.

Heimdall rolled his hips against Kratos, moaning into the kiss as his dick rubbed against Kratos. Heimdall draped his arms over Kratos’ shoulders, trying to figure out if touching himself would be worth the punishment.

He decides he doesn’t care, and takes himself in his hand, getting barely a second of relief before Kratos grabs his hand roughly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He growls, grabbing Heimdall by the neck with his free hand. He rolls them over, so he’s on top of Heimdall, now standing between his thighs.

Kratos releases Heimdall’s hand and shoves two fingers into his mouth, there was no need to tell him what to do on account of Heimdall already knowing what was about to happen to him. Heimdall licks and sucks the large, callused fingers, getting them as wet as he can before Kratos pulls them out. The two watch as a string of alive connects Kratos’ fingers to Heim’s mouth, but the digits are quickly pulled away and brought to Heimdall’s ass.

Kratos presses one finger in, making Heimdall gasp loudly, quickly moaning once the whole finger is in. Kratos has worked him open before many times, but he seems to lose less and less patients the more he does it.

“Please Kratos, please put the other one in.” Heimdall whines, rolling his hips against the finger in his ass.

Kratos was quick to oblige, pushing his other saliva coated finger into the Aesir god, slowly fucking him on his fingers, listening to his beautifully loud moans. The mix of Heimdall’s moans, and the way he was arching his back in response to the intrusion has got Kratos almost completely hard, with a clear outline of his dick very visible to Heimdall.

Kratos released Heimdall’s neck in exchange for rubbing himself through his pants, soon pulling his fingers out of Heim, grumbling at the way he whines and begs for the fingers to be out back in. Kratos carefully undresses himself, trying not to touch anything with the two fingers he just pulled out of Heimdall. Once he was unclothed, he slotted himself right back into his spot between the smaller god’s legs.

“Think you’re ready? Or do you need more?” He asks, rubbing his fingers against Heim’s entrance lightly, making him shiver.

“Oh fucking hell, Kratos please just fuck me already!“ Heimdall whines, as Kratos lets out a small chuckle in response to the begging.

The larger god spits into his hand, and rubs it on his cock, taking half a step forward to line himself up with Heimdall’s hole, and slowly pushes in. He wipes his hand clean on a rag he keeps by the bed for emergencies, and then places his hands on Heimdall’s hips.

The smaller god lets out a loud moan as Kratos finally pushes into him, his back arches up off the bed as Kratos finally gets himself fully sheathed inside, sitting for a second to be sure to not hurt his partner too badly. He pulls out half way and slams back into Heimdall, letting his head fall back a bit as he sets a rough pace, reveling in the fact that he’s the one making Heimdall scream right now.

Heimdall swore he could see stars in that moment, the feeling of Kratos' large hands holding his hips in place, mixed with the loud slap of their skin as the backs of his thighs meet the other’s hips. He wraps his legs around Kratos’ waist, trying to pull him closer, but failing miserably.

Kratos leans down, resting on his hands now, looking Heimdall in the eyes as he plows into him. Heimdall anchors himself by grabbing Kratos’ large forearms, he’s moaning random please and whining nonstop. It almost makes Kratos want to shut him up. So he does.

Kratos wraps a hand around Heimdall’s neck again, this time applying some pressure, watching as he goes nearly silent with the weight of the hand on his neck. Heimdall clearly enjoys this way too much, that’s made clear by the way his cock starts to leak precum all over his stomach.

“You want to cum?” Kratos asks, to which Heimdall quickly responds with enthusiastic nodding of his head and Kratos takes him into his hand stroking him roughly in time with his thrusts.

Heimdall claws at Kratos’ hand, as his back arches, he’s close and they both know it. Then Kratos releases him, right as Heimdall was about to cum. He tries to protest against the loss of contact to his dick, but as soon as it was gone his hand was back to edge him again.

Heim lets out a string of wheezy begs and pleads for permission to cum, but is denied each time. It was when Kratos started to become a bit vocal when Heimdall knew he’d be allowed to cum soon.

“Think you’re ready?” Kratos groans, and Heimdall barely has enough of a brain left to respond so he tries his best, he gives Kratos a loving look that says ‘I’m all yours’ and Kratos almost loses it.

He takes Heimdall’s dick back into his hand, pumping in time with his thrusts, soon letting go of his throat and the rush of adrenaline from being choked for as long as he was hit and it sends him flying over the edge with a loud scream. He’s gripping at the fur blanket draped over the bed as he cums all over his stomach and chest, with Kratos’ orgasm following soon after.

He came with a low, throaty moan, and his dick pushed into Heimdall as far as he could possibly get it. He leans over the god for a moment before pulling out and rolling to lay next to him on the bed, letting out a pleased sigh as he lands.

Kratos rolled to his side, taking Heimdall’s half hare dick in his hand, and running his thumb over the slit, watching Heim shiver.

“P-Please, no more.” He huffs, too tired to go another round. So Kratos lets go, and gets up to get a damp rag to clean the two of them up. He puts his pants back on before leaving the room, seeing Mimir in the corner.

“Ah, hello brother! Yes, you did forget to send me with the boy, but don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul of what I’ve heard.” Mimir laughs, as Kratos grumbles something under his breath, trying to get back to the room as quickly as he can.

“I knew he was out there, just didn’t want to tell you.” Heimdall chuckles as Kratos shuts the door and comes to clean him up, which earns him a light slap on the face.

“Hey what was that for?!” He gripes, sitting up a bit.

“For being a brat.” Kratos replies, discarding the cloth as he climbs into the bed, pulling Heimdall on top of him.

“Fair enough.” He replies, cuddling up to Kratos.

“So you're just going to leave Atreus out wherever?“ Heimdall asks, drawing shapes on Kratos’ chest with his fingers.

“I will go retrieve him shortly. Now hush.” He responds, in a low voice, laced with implications of drowsiness.

[wheelsup]

kissing lessons

summary: one of your classic movie nights with spencer turns into a learning opportunity

A/N: this is really fluffy, but the whole story centers around kissing. use your own judgement! i’d say it’s at worst 16+

category: spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff (with a bit of spice)  best friends to lovers (sorta)

warnings: just kissing, a brief implication at the end

word count: 3k

Occasionally, the team will spend an extra night in their hotel before heading home from a case. Be it due to poor weather conditions, or the fact that your case wrapped in the dead of night, the reasons for flying don’t ever matter. Because the majority of the times when you have to stay that extra night, you and Spencer have sleepovers.

The routine is pretty much the same. You’ll stock up on gas station snacks – sour peach rings for Spencer, salted microwave popcorn for you – and reconvene in one of your hotel rooms. Preferably, whichever of you got the better deal that week – a bigger tv, a room further away from the ice machine. And you’d rent the cheapest movie available on-demand, the options spanning from low-budget sci-fi to poorly written rom-coms. That night, the viewing fell under the latter category.

Spencer perched at the foot of your bed with both feet tucked under his legs, criss-cross style, while you laid against the headboard to watch. Every now and then, you tossed out your commentary and he’d ignore it. He always says you’re too critical of movies and you’re of the belief that he’s too forgiving.

“I don’t think they should end up together,” you mumbled, words slurring around your mouthful of popcorn. You pulled a face right as the movie approached the romantic climax, after spending the past ninety minutes actively rooting against the couple. Spencer ignored you, pretending to be engrossed in the movie to spite your disparagement of it. “They both suck.”

You groaned, slumped further against the pillows, and shoved your sock-clad toes under Spencer’s left thigh in a call for attention. He jumped at the intrusion, but ultimately, your efforts were futile.

And then the big kiss commenced, and your booing finally piqued his interest. “Gross! I feel bad for people who kiss like that.”

A small bell went off in his head and he took a curious glance at you over his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he asked. He stopped chewing and the piece of candy in his mouth pushed out his cheek, giving him an adorably innocent look. His brows scrunched in the middle and his nose had a tiny crinkle in it, utterly confused.

You scoffed and matched his expression. “Are you serious?” You jerked your head in the direction of the television and Spencer whipped his head back, squinting. He couldn’t figure out what you were pointing out, what it was that was so obviously wrong to you. “Spencer, he’s swallowing her chin!”

Oh. He hadn’t noticed.

Feeling dumb, he muttered, “I thought that’s how you’re supposed to kiss…” It wasn’t the deepest confession to admit to you that he lacked some knowledge when it came to kissing, but he still refused to look at you as he said it.

“Spencer, please tell me you haven’t been kissing people like that.” You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head, sitting up straighter in bed. He shrugged and lowered his head, focusing on his snack as his fingers dug into the packet of gummy rings in his lap.

He popped another piece into his mouth, pretending to be occupied with eating so as to avoid your prying. “I dunno.”

It didn’t occur to you until that moment that Spencer might have learned everything he knows about kissing – among other things – solely through watching movies. How else could he look at that and think it’s normal? And you’re left wondering if he’s ever even practiced it with another living human. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but unfortunately, that only heightened your interest. You had to know.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You kept your voice low, your tone implying that you were ready to exchange this secret with him. You wouldn’t judge him if he admitted he hadn’t.

He scoffed loudly, and though you couldn’t see his face, you’re positive he rolled his eyes too. “Yeah, of course.” Then quietly, he added on, “But it was only like… for four seconds.”

You nodded thoughtfully, considering how this new piece of information adjusted your existing view of Spencer. For some reason, you couldn’t tell if you actually expected him to be experienced or not.

He didn’t exactly scream that he’d… gotten around, for lack of better words, but you’re still surprised to learn that he’s barely done it at all. You supposed he was objectively cute, that maybe you could see it if he weren’t your best friend. And yeah, he’s a little awkward, but he’s smart and kind, so he has three great things going for him, and you’re surprised more people haven’t swooped him up yet.

Your lips curled down in thought, brows raised in curiosity. “And was it good?” It was a genuine enough question, because you’ve never really thought about Spencer Reid and kissing in the same sentence before. As it turned out, there was a lot of missing information relating to those two things.

“I don’t know! I didn’t get, like, a feedback form,” he grunted, angling his shoulder even further away from you. If you could’ve seen him, you’d notice his face boiling and turning red with heat. All this inquiring made him think harder about his … talents … than he’s ever had to before, and he’s not a fan.

You were prepared to do some more digging when the slump in his back made you feel a tinge of guilt. It was your fault he looked so defeated. You pressed too hard, disregarding his boundaries just because you wanted to know more. And now, he was wondering if there was something wrong with him, because you wouldn’t leave it alone.

He barely noticed as you swung your feet from under his thigh and rocked onto your knees, leaning forward to nudge his shoulder with your palm. It hauled his attention out of his thoughts and back into the room. You wanted to apologize, but instead you settled with “I’m sure you’re fine, Spence.”

He nodded unconvincingly. By the glow of the screen, you could see he was still gnawing on the inside of his cheek, focusing his eyes as he played with a loose hangnail on one of his fingers. It made you feel even worse. “Are you actually worried about it?” you asked, laden with concern.

“What if I am bad at it?” He whispered, like saying it too loud would make it true. “And that’s why it’s only happened once?”

A large exhale puffed out of your nose as you weighed your options.

You could go back to your original plan and apologize for setting him down this path of doubt. But that wouldn’t do anything to stop him from worrying, anyway. You could tell him there’s no correlation between the way he kisses and how frequently it’s happened; that you’re sure the reason isn’t because he’s bad. But you don’t know that for sure.

So, fuck it, you thought, grabbing a fistful of his pajama shirt and tugging him closer to you roughly, pressing your lips onto his.

This way, you’d at least have an informed opinion to be able to tell him if he was good or bad.

His lips were softer than you expected – not that you’d thought about them often, they’re just impossibly softer than they look – and invitingly warm. But they were completely stiff.

You could tell he was trying to kiss you back by the way his mouth ferociously moved over yours. He was trying to be a passionate, engaged partner, but he forgot about the aspect of tenderness.

His lips felt like two solid objects just sliding around on your face. They didn’t move in any sort of accordance with yours. There was no push and pull, your lips didn’t mesh perfectly together to form a solitary unit as they moved in unison.

It felt more like his lips were your opponent, putting up an attack and defense play against the actions of your own.

You pulled away, resisting a giggle at his bewildered face. “You’re not so terrible,” you swipe the corner of your mouth, smudged with Spencer’s flavored chapstick, “But it could use some work.”

He was at a loss for words, mouth gaping open as his eyes darted around the room and all over you. Maybe he’d find an explanation for what just happened carved into the walls somewhere or written across your forehead.

What happened was that you kissed him. And he was a little bit bad. Simple as that.

“I-I wasn’t ready!” he stammered, chucking up his hands defensively. He’d process the fact that he’d just made out with his best friend at a later time, right now the bigger concern was the slight cringed look on your face. He sulked and folded his arms.“What was so bad about it?”

“Well,” you scratched the back of your ear, trying to gauge if he’d react well to getting some advice, “my first tip would be to relax your lips.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And don’t think too hard. You should react to what’s happening in the moment, not worrying about what your next move is gonna be.” You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to envision what that would play out like in a real situation. “You wanna try again?” you offered, figuring he’d learn much faster if he was more hands-on about it.

He nodded, and you leaned in close, waiting for him to go for it. His heart quickened under the pressure of performance, eyes screwing shut as he closed the gap. His mouth smashed into yours as he dove in hard. It was toeing on the side of too harsh, but you let that one slide in hopes it was just a byproduct of his nerves.

You had to tap his knee to remind him to relax, and he loosened some of the tension he had in his lips. He slotted his between yours, allowing them to be pliable to your movements and remembering to react, not plan.

He moved his mouth leisurely against yours, trying to match your pressure and pacing. They actually started moving in time with yours at some point. The kiss took on a shape of its own as he started getting out of his head, letting himself enjoy the kiss for what it was in that exact moment.

It was already better than before. Leaps and bounds better. But then he tried to deepen it, building on its intensity but adding more… something into it. You couldn’t even tell what it was he was trying to do.

“Okay, second tip…” you inhaled sharply, pushing him off of you with a palm against his chest. Whatever it was, it needed to stop. “You kinda do this thing like… where you’re blowing air into my mouth?” You scrunched your nose, punctuating your dislike. “That feels weird. Don’t do that. If anything, do the opposite.”

“I’m supposed to suck the air out of your mouth?” His face contorted, voice already slightly exasperated. He barely understood what the air thing was that you claimed he did. He didn’t realize in the process of trying to add pressure to the kiss, he was just forcibly blowing against your mouth.

“Not literally, no.” You laughed a little, rubbing your palm in a comforting pattern on his chest.”But you can use your lips to suck on mine, or my tongue… just nothing involving the exchange of breath. We’re not in CPR training.”

He eased up a little with your joke, adjusting to your advice he gave it another try. After a few moments, he latched onto your bottom lip with his own, sucking it softly into his mouth. “Yeah, like that,” you mumbled against him, voice pitching high in encouragement. He sucked on it with a little more greed, holding it for a second, then eased up, varying the pressure of his movements just like you did before.

You made a mental note to praise him for that at a later time, deciding to instead part your lips to see if he’d venture into further experimentation.

He caught on quickly. He parted them further, prodding his tongue against them as you opened to allow him entry. Just as you started to really enjoy it, he ran his tongue over the inside of your mouth, moving it fast and roughly like he was a washing machine.

“Stop,” you grimaced, tearing away quickly. You had to swipe your hand over your mouth to get rid of the excess saliva that really shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place, given how brief the frenching was. “Your tongue is way too aggressive.”

Overwhelmed, he tilted his head to the ceiling and let out a frustrated grunt, slapping his hands down to the top of his thighs.

There were too many factors to worry about. He had no idea how you looked at him with a straight face and told him not to think too much when there were a million things he needed to remember all at once; he needed to vary his moves to keep it interesting, but make sure he’s not ruining the flow by changing things up too much, and to be gentle but not timid.

All of this was second nature to you, but it was brand new to Spencer. Could you really blame him for not getting the hang of it right away? You decided to stop your list of critiques short for this round to spare him. He’d get there eventually, but not if he felt discouraged too soon.

“I don’t see why people like it in the first place,” he huffed, his head returning to it’s normal posture. In Spencer’s eyes, there truly wasn’t any appeal to kissing with tongue; it looked sloppy and unnecessary, and as you’d just confirmed, it actually was.

You thought about his statement for a second. There’s a certain allure to it, and you didn’t know how to describe it to him. So instead you cupped his cheeks in both your palms and slid your mouth over his again. As his jaw slacked its tension, you slowly pushed your tongue past his lips and gently pressed it against his own before swirling them together.

You sighed softly into his mouth, running your fingers through his hair and tugging carefully at the ends. He made a small noise against you, something like a whimper, and you swallowed the vibrations of it. As you retreated, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a light, teasing tug. You soothed it again with your lips before releasing it, a proud giggle forming in your chest as Spencer chased after your lips as you broke apart.

“That’s why.” You smirked at the dazed look on his face. His eyelids remained closed longer than necessary, still feeling the ghost of your mouth on his and a tingle where your fingers were in his hair.

“Oh.” His voice came out meek as he slowly came back to reality, brows wrinkling up his forehead as he opened his eyes.

He put both his palms down on the mattress, one laying flat on either side of you, and dove forward to resume the kiss right where you left it. A surprised squeak left you as his mouth collided with yours with an insatiable hunger. You brought one hand back to his hair, and he was a goner.

He unfolded his legs from under himself and shuffled onto his knees, following his hands until he practically crawled into your lap. Each of his legs hooked onto either side of your thighs as he hovered over your lap, leaning his body entirely into yours.

The physics of it didn’t hold up; he’s taller than you are, and his chest was too heavy for you to carry. The balance was off center and it sent you tumbling back onto the mattress, bringing him down with you until his chest laid on yours.

It was the perfect force – the weight of him on top of you. He tasted like peach candy and sour sugar, and you found yourself craving more of it.

You shuffled higher up the mattress, giving him space to stretch out his body as he followed yours. One of his hands found your waist, gripping tightly, while he placed the other on the mattress beside your head, using it to steady himself. Sliding your legs out from under him, you wrapped them on the outside of his hips, using them to pull him closer down to you.

It only broke off in moments when both of you absolutely needed to get air, gasping as you pulled apart for brief reprieve before colliding again. He followed every word of your advice, getting better with each passing second until he exceeded expectations by leaps and bounds.

Your fingers weaved through his hair, passionately tugging the wavy strands to angle him against you and igniting his nerves under your touch. A soft moan leaves him and you’re encouraged to tighten your grip on them. His hips bucked reactively at the sensation, and he quickly pulled back, a slight embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. He got too carried away.

You took in his flushed face and swollen, kiss-bruised lips. They’d turned a shade of red brighter than you’ve ever seen them, and it was all you could do not to dive for them again as his tongue sweeped over them, soothing the burning heat you’d left on them.

Before he could apologize for his eagerness, you nudged your nose against his, your smile skimming against his lips. “So what else don’t you know how to do?”

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[laiqualaurelote]

MFMM/DW AU, Phryne Fisher (human version, not WEAT) and River Song out on the town. Mystery optional. Murder optional. Ship content of your choice optional.

Phryne was eating a stolen apple when the strange woman came running down the alley and ducked behind the stack of mouldy pallets Phryne was perched on. “If anyone asks, you didn’t see me,” she hissed.

Phryne chewed nonchalantly. “What’s in it for me?”

“The pleasure of lying to the police,” said the woman. “Also, I’ll take you to a very fun party.”

“Is there food at this party?”

“Loads.”

Phryne’s head whipped round as the police came pouring into the alley, tensing to run like any true daughter of Collingwood. “Relax, girlie,” said the sergeant in the lead. “Did you see a lady pass by here? Curly hair, talks like she’s the Queen of England?”

Phryne nodded down the alley. “She went that way.”

The strange woman emerged after the police had gone off, brushing straw out of her hair, which really was enormous. “Thanks. What’s your name, love?”

“Phryne.”

“Knew a Phryne once. She was a hoot. It suits you, that name.” This pleased Phryne. Most people, on being told her name, remarked that it was a very big name for a little girl, or just mispronounced it. The woman stuck out her hand. “Hello, Phryne. I’m River.” 

They shook. “So where’s this party, then?” 

“St Kilda. Know where that is?”

Phryne tossed the apple core away and hopped off her perch. “St Kilda’s posh. They’ll never let us in looking like this.”

“Darling,” said River, “you never need to worry about getting in anywhere if you’re with me. Now, is there somewhere around here we can nick fancy togs?”

Phryne took her to the pawn shop where her father had hocked their things for drinking money last month. She kept watch while River picked the lock. “You’re quick at that,” she remarked. 

“Experience,” said River, a lock pick between her teeth. “My husband’s got a so – got a cheat tool, but I always try to put in the practice when I can. Ah, here we go.”

While River rifled through the racks of furs and lace, Phryne swiped the swallow pin from a display. “Good eye,” said River, holding up a selection of junior’s dresses against Phryne's back to check her size. 

“It’s mine,” said Phryne. “It always has been.” They settled on a bottle-green velvet frock for her, and she pinned the swallow to its collar.

The party was in a massive mansion. They were announced at the door as The Honourable Mrs Ethel Petherington and her daughter Miss Emily Petherington. River flashed a gleaming smile and swanned in like a queen, so Phryne tried to do the same. She ignored the glittering gowns and sharp smiles of the crowd and headed straight for the food.

River caught her stuffing cold chicken into her purse. “Hold off on that a sec, will you? Do you see that man over there?”

“Mm,” mumbled Phryne around a mouthful of devilled eggs.

“I’m going to go distract him, and I need you to pick his pocket. There’s a small key in there. Meet me in that alcove when you’re done.”

River’s method of distraction was to dance so scandalously with the target that Phryne could have hit him with a chicken and he wouldn’t have noticed. “Now what?” she asked in the alcove, handing over the key.

River grinned. “Now we get back what’s mine.”

The key opened a hidden door in the library, which led them to a chamber filled with treasure. River walked past all the gold and jewels and plucked what looked like a very ugly bracelet off a shelf. “That’s it?” said Phryne, sceptical. 

“One day, my love, you’ll know how to spot real value.” River slid the bracelet onto her wrist. 

They had just got back into the library when the sound of raised voices and feet storming came from downstairs. “Oops,” said River. “Rumbled. Here, you go down those stairs, they’ll take you out the back way and nobody should be any the wiser.”

“What about you?”

“I,” said River, “am going to cause havoc, as is my wont. Don’t worry, I’ll lead them away from here.”

Phryne felt her heart drop. “Will I see you again?”

“I don’t think so, love. But never say never. I had fun at this party. Didn’t you?”

Phryne nodded. River blew her a kiss and raced out of the library shouting, “Yoohoo! Looking for this?”

She ought to have gone out the back way like River told her, but she couldn’t help creeping into a gallery to see what happened next. The fellow whose pocket she’d picked and some other men had cornered River in the ballroom. River kicked one of them who’d made a grab for her, then turned and glanced up, straight at Phryne’s hiding spot. She winked. And then she was gone, as if she’d never existed to begin with.

---

River liked the Roaring Twenties as much as any flapper or philosopher, though she hadn’t counted on being arrested this far into the decade. “Are these really necessary, Inspector?” she purred, raising her cuffed wrists.

“I’m afraid so,” said the inspector. What a dour man. Incredible cheekbones, though. She glanced up at him alluringly through her lashes, which conspicuously failed to have any effect; he merely threw her a look of patient amusement that implied this was all in a day’s work for him. That was all right. River liked a challenge.

“Jack! What’s going on? Hugh left the most enigmatic message – ” The woman who had come striding onto the scene in the most fabulous scarlet coat stopped in her tracks and gaped. “River? Is that you?"

River looked at the woman in all her finery and saw, behind the polished accent and gilded war paint, the Collingwood waif. “My my, if it isn’t little Phryne. You grew up very fine.”

Phryne preened. “I know.”

“You know each other?” said the inspector fatalistically.

“I've known River since I was a little girl,” Phryne told him, pulling exactly the same through-the-lashes look as River had, which caused that previously unflappable man to swallow and look away. Oh, thought River, that explains it. “Be a dear, Jack, and take those cuffs off her, so we can see about that murder.”

“No need.” River shook her hands out and dropped the cuffs into Jack’s hands with a flourish. “Did you say murder?”

“Dear God,” said Jack in long-suffering tones to the cuffs.

“It might even be murders,” said Phryne, linking arms with River. “But I don't want to get you too excited.”

“We really do go to all the best parties,” said River.

(For the AU prompt game)

[dingertdongert]

Chapter 6

'Oh for god sakes' you muttered to yourself.

Steven had been avoiding you all day. He'd done a good job of it as well, with only 2 hours left to your shifts.

Whether it be avoiding eye contact, quickly moving to a new area when you came over or signing up to do whatever daft task Donna came up with, he was definitely avoiding you.

He wouldn't be able to now though, he had to squeeze past you to get to the other till after returning from a Donna appointed mission. Just as he tried, you moved in front of him, folding your arms. 'Steven, wh-'

'Y/N I'm so so so sorry for completely missing Saturday, I'm so sorry, I feel terrible, I really do'

You stopped in confusion at what he said, whilst he continued to blabber on.

'It's my sleep condition, it just got really muddled up over the weekend and I completely missed it. I don't expect you to forgive me or anything but I feel really awful about it'.

You held up a finger, which finally made him pause. 'Steven, you were there'.

'I-I was?'

'Yes, in fact I was going to ask you what's going on with you today, and if I'd done something to upset you'. He looked at you in a mixture of horror and embarrassment.

'W-what no of course you haven't, god don't be silly. Oh I'm such an idiot' he spat out whilst storming past you. His face looked muddied with anger and disappointment, no doubt aimed at himself. He settled himself in the corner of the desk, slumping over the counter rubbing his forehead out of stress. You knew him well enough to know he was probably giving himself all kinds of abuse in his head, and you couldn’t let that happen. After a slow approach, you gently placed a hand on his shoulder. He jumped slightly before turning towards you with an apologetic smile.

'Steven, I just want you to know I wouldn't be upset if you missed it anyways. I do understand about what you're going through, and I wouldn't be a good friend to you if I didn't try to, nor if I didn't accommodate for it. That's what I want to be to you Steven, a good friend, someone you can trust and come to. Okay?'

A wave of emotions washed across his face, you could see his eyes start to sparkle with tears, and you dreaded the fact you might have made him upset. You took your hand away from him apprehensively, and then he gently smiled at you. 'God thank you Y/N, I really needed to hear that' and he laughed bashfully, turning away from you. 'Oh god, that store room is full of dust, I must have allergies playing up' he said, still shyly laughing whilst wiping his eyes. You giggled slightly, before looking under the desk to fumble inside of your bag.

'Look, maybe these will stir your memories a little bit' sliding a Tupperware across the counter towards him. He looked back and forth between you and box inquisitively, before swiftly taking the lid off with a pop.

'Oh wow, these smell delicious, you made these for me?'

'Yeah, well, you challenged me, cause you said the food in the bar looked good, but I said it was typical American slop. I said my cooking was better, you asked for evidence, here we are' you pointed at the tub in his hand.

'What are they?'

'Olive doughballs, with a vegan butter topping, italian herbs and garlic' you exaggerated on the vegan bit, just so he knew you'd considered everything.

'Wow, spoken like a true professional' he nodded impressed, before picking one up and taking a bite. His eyes opened wide, before darting up at you whilst he quickly chewed and then swallowed. 'Bloody hell, these are amazing' he tossed the remaining half in his mouth. He moaned and threw his head back whilst you laughed and swatted at him

'Shut up' you laughed whilst he smiled sweetly at you.

'These are really good though, I know I can't remember going to that bar, but I dare say it's far better than whatever they served'

'Thanks Steven, now eat up, they're all yours'

'Seriously? Blimey! I'm a lucky bloke'

He was midway through the box before he asked 'What do I need to do to get you to make more of these for me?'

'Hmmmm, how about, we go out together again, need to actually have you experience hanging out with me' you suggested, with a smirk.

He carried out a dramatic act of pondering, looking into the distance, eyes scrunched in fake consideration, you stood watching him do it, admiring his features. 'You know what, I'll take you up on it, but you better make it interesting' he pointed sternly at you.

'Well, I've been having a look on social media, aaaand, I want to do a day tour of some of the really lovely bookshops we have in this here city'.

He looked at you with clear excitement written all over his face, 'Oh that's brilliant, yes 100% yes, we're doing that' he said with delight.

'Well when would you like?'

'Saturday again, I swear I won't miss it'

'Steven, it doesn't matter if you do'

'Yes of course' you almost could see a blush on his cheeks, but brushed the thought away.

'Saturday then' he said, reaching a hand across to you. Though he had a mixture of the butter and herb topping all over his fingertips, you still gladly took his hand and you shook. 'It's a date' he spat out, obviously surprised by what he said, and with an undeniable flush to his face.

You smiled, 'Whatever you say, I'll send you the details'

'Uh huh' he nodded, still with a stunned look, putting another dough-ball in his mouth to no doubt, stop himself from talking.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

0X1=?, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You were one and he made you both zero. He has it all, a stable life, all that money, a wife lined up, and your body as his drug, him coming back for hit after hit. They called you a bad influence. You called yourself Jeon Jungkook's ex.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; angst; cheating; stereotyping of tattoos; reader is verbally abused by JK's wealthy parents; JK and reader are foolish, wounded animals and act accordingly; rough hate sex (fem reader, biting / marking / scratching, f and m-receiving oral, cowgirl, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS - exes, tattooed, rich!Jungkook x rebellious!reader, ft cameo of Kim Taehyung as JK's best friend

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now playing – 0X1=LOVESONG (i know i love you) by txt ft. pH-1, Woodie Gochild, Seori

"I hate you."

"Join the club. Current members, me."

He narrowed his eyes and tossed his keys onto the table next to the door, kicking off his sneakers.

"We gonna fuck or what?"

You raised an eyebrow. "You tell me you hate me and then you want to fuck?"

"Stranger things have happened. I could tell you I love you."

You made a gagging noise. "Disgusting."

He pretended to be shocked. "How could you say such a thing?"

You slammed the door shut and walked past him, not saying anything. You heard him stride behind you, following to your bedroom.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Right, and I'm a dog. We done lying now?"

"You are a dog," you replied, falling onto the bed.

His head popped into view, long black hair hanging down, half of it pinned back to reveal his undercut and two dangling black earrings on his right ear.

"You fuck dogs? Nasty. I'm not into bestiality, sorry."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Shut the fuck up, Jungkook."

Jeon Jungkook cocked an eyebrow, adjusting his black turtleneck by hooking a finger on the collar and sliding it from side to side, the small tattoos on his knuckles and fingers dancing with the action.

"Why are you stressed like a nun?"

He clicked his tongue. "Her idea of getting freaky was trying to chew my neck off. Went full piranha on me."

You snorted. "Maybe you deserve it. Would have saved me the trouble."

"Ha, ha, very funny."

He glared at you and you glared back from the bed.

"So, how was fucking my best friend?" he snapped.

You scoffed. "I didn't fuck Taehyung. I told you already."

"That's not what he said."

"So what? I've never seen his dick or had it near my pussy. If he wants to make up shit, that's his prerogative."

Jungkook didn't look like he believed you, but you weren't the one cheating on your girlfriend with your ex, so it wasn't something you cared about. He narrowed his eyes.

"Swear."

"On what?" you shot back. "Your right nut?"

"Your life."

You snorted. "Well apparently to you, that ain't worth shit."

He was reaching for the bottom of his turtleneck and pulling it up and over his head. You felt a tinge of annoyance, seeing the dark, spotted bites on his side and shoulder. He yanked the article of clothing over his head and you spied the one on his neck, a blotted, messy patch of red-purple. It was ugly on his pretty tan skin.

You could do better.

"Your girlfriend know the meaning of sexy?"

"She's not my girlfriend."

"That's not what she or your parents think."

"She and my parents can suck each other's dicks."

"Didn't know you liked dick. Guess that's why we didn't work out."

He tossed his turtleneck aside and growled, crawling onto the bed. Large, powerful, shoulders flexing, copious black tattoos covering his right arm and shoulder, a full sleeve. On the inside of his right bicep was a skull with a knife in its head.

You picked that one, a long time ago.

You looked into his eyes.

He had noticed you glancing at it.

She's ruining your life! Look at you! Tattoos all over your arm and hand! How could you get these ugly things?

Jungkook didn't say anything. He just grabbed your arm and started yanking your clothes off, just like how you grabbed his pants and started pulling them off his body, throwing them violently aside.

Don't you dare speak to our son ever again, you good-for-nothing whore. You think we wouldn't notice your poisonous influence sullying him? It took us months to find a nice, sensible girl willing to put up with your mistakes!

Hands and skin and teeth and hate, tumbling onto the covers, the taste of his flesh on your tongue and his cologne attacking your nose, his large hands gripping your soft thighs, pushing them apart, looking down into those chocolate eyes, the voices melding together, arguments, tirades, chaos, a fucking mess of you biting your tongue while Jungkook stood there and did nothing to defend you.

I hate you so fucking much, Jungkook!

And calling my parents dogs licking the shit off countryside roads is any better? The fuck is wrong with you?!

They were eating me alive in there and you said nothing! Absolutely nothing! I'd go to hell and back for you and you couldn't even say a single fucking word!

You were in hell. You came back.

And now you were in hell again.

"Damn, she must be fucking horrible at making you feel good if you keep coming to me."

Jungkook rolled his eyes and you clamped your thighs around his head, nearly a triangle choke as you dragged him along the sheets, him half-crawling to follow you, shuddering at the close proximity of your pussy to his face. When he spoke, his warm breath saturated your wetness.

"She doesn't even taste half as good as you and never fucking listens when I tell her what I like," he grumbled.

"Yeah? You tell her you like it when you shove your face into pussy?"

He scowled.

"Like I said, she doesn't taste good. I never give her head."

And he attached his lips to your heat, slurping noisily, sighing in satisfaction as you squeezed his head with your thighs, hot and slick tongue sparking your sensitive skin, fuck, yes, this is what pussy should taste like, so sweet, fuck, familiar and erotic, his hands sliding up and gripping your ass, firm and solid while staring up at you, opening his mouth and letting you see the pink, wet muscle flick and dance over your clit, ghosting it with pleasure but not giving it to you, your honey-like juices glistening on his lips and chin.

You clenched your jaw. "Get serious already. Stop fucking around."

Jungkook narrowed his eyes.

"I'm always serious with you."

His lips closed in and he made your mind go blank, soft black hair fanning out on your thigh, fast, swift, powerful licks all over your sensitive bundle of nerves, sending shocks and jolts of pleasure shooting up your spine from your core, one of your hands twisting in his hair, bunching it up, his sharp jaw cutting into your inner thighs because you were squeezing so hard, but Jungkook didn't care, always saying, do it, choke me with your thighs, if I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die eating you out, his long fingers splayed out over your ass and pushing your hips into his face, making you hump his waiting mouth and his punishing tongue, hot flames of desire taking over, your head tipping back, pulling on his long hair, moans of his name tumbling from your throat, suck harder, fuck, seeing black from the sudden blinding tension, his skillful tongue fiercely teasing your engorged clit in the overwhelming tightness, snapping the strings of sanity.

"J-Jungkook!"

The impossible high, the violent shivers, shooting into accelerated free-fall, your fingers unclasping from his hair and pushing his head into your throbbing core, his tongue shoving into your folds and moaning at the sensation of your muscles clamping around it, sucking it all out, your orgasm consumed by his greedy mouth.

Your name vibrated in your own pussy, delivered by sinning lips and hazy dark brown orbs drugged with lust.

Back then, when it was falling apart, you told Jungkook all sorts of things and he said all sorts of things back. Painful things, hateful things, pitiful things, pointless things, never having a real conversation about how deeply he hurt you.

Only later, a strange moment, seeing Jungkook at your front door, seeing it in his eyes. Something different.

He asked you if you wanted to fuck with no strings attached.

You bit back, as wounded animals do.

Why? You were such a waste of time.

Jungkook didn't know it, but his next words made you agree to this ridiculous arrangement.

Yeah, but I was your waste of time and that's all I ever wanted to be.

When he kissed you now, it was hungry and heady, drunk on your taste and you, forcing his tongue into your mouth and thrusting into your lips. Tangled bodies, tangled tongues, tangled minds, falling into the bed, his hands in your hair and yours in his, whispers of, she'll never make you feel as good as I can make you feel, your lips and tongue all over his jaw and ear, biting down on it, earrings jingling against your cheek, his moan above your head as you traveled down, marking his skin with sharp bites and thick swipes of saliva, pretty pink marks all over his torso, contrasting the bruises.

"Of course not," Jungkook panted, a shuddering groan torn out of his throat as your nails raked down his back and then glided back up, fingertips pressing into the irritated skin, soothing it. "She never fucking listens to me or my body because she's an idiot."

You traced the curves of his muscles, lips ghosting kisses, hot and soft and sharp from breath and tongue and teeth, his body becoming yours from persistent, familiar touch, his name in your mouth and on his skin, your saliva dripping over his hard, thick length, and then your mouth was on it, his taste on your tongue, in your throat, and in your memory.

Jungkook moaned your name.

With longing, pain, and love.

When's the wedding?

Next year.

Huh. Good for you.

No, it isn't, and you know it. Bet you're glad I'm going to be miserable forever.

You've made me miserable forever, so serves you right.

"Get off, I don't want to blow my load in two seconds, fuck!"

You swallowed him as deep as you could and then pushed your head down so the tip was buried into your throat, swelling and twitching at the unbearable, euphoric constriction.

"F-Fuck, please, let go, fuck... oooh, shit..."

Your tongue outlined the underside of his length, humming around his cock, rubbing the base of the head and straining to slurp at it, letting him hear you, lewd, obscene, unafraid.

If he really wanted to, he could pull out now.

Jungkook breathed your name, savoring every syllable.

You stared into dark brown eyes, black pupils expanded, watching his jaw flinch and his shoulders shake, black tattoos shivering as you slowly removed your tight mouth, popping it off his cock with a wet plop.

His normally smooth, silvery voice was trembling, the pleasure deepening it.

"God, I hate you."

Jungkook and you could say it a thousand times, a million times, for all of time, and both of you would know neither ever meant it.

I love you.

Get out, Jungkook.

But–

Get the fuck out! You think you can fuck me and tell me you love me? Like that's going to somehow negate all the previous bullshit you put me though? No. Take your clothes and your pathetic self and get out. Come crawling back to me on your knees when she reaffirms to you that I'll be the best fuck you'll ever have.

He would. He did.

Over and over.

You towered over him now, waiting for him to roll the condom down, watching his face as you sank down onto his stiff length, seeing the elation, the gratification, the absolute bliss in the way your pussy suffocated him, tight, wet, his, your head dipping down and taking his lips, yours, fitting yourself around his girth that became harder as you bottomed out, his moan feathering over your lips as you rolled your hips into his with a firm smack.

"Oh, fuck, feels so fucking good..."

He knows you're not going to fuck someone else. You have to see other people so he finally realizes how important you are to him.

That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard in my life, Taehyung.

If you don't refuse him, he won't change.

I was never important enough to him in the first place.

Those chocolate orbs watching you, his strong hands on your hips, fingers pressing into your skin and leaving crescents of his nails, matching your pace, harsh, deep slaps of skin to skin, your name on the tip of his tongue, balanced in the tightrope of all or nothing, zero or one.

They want me to take over the family business.

Having a trophy wife is important for that kinda shit.

You're the perfect trophy.

Yeah, me and my mechanical heart.

Jungkook switched your positions, rolling over and pinning you down, perfect white teeth sinking into his pink lower lip, the black mole underneath prominent against his tense jaw, fucking you into your mattress, panting, giving you his all, aching pleasure with every rough thrust, your back arching and hands on his long black hair, clutching his head and raising your hips to meet that full hardness and to hit your favorite spot, sending bursting sparks of ecstasy up your spine and into your lungs, rendering you airless.

Nothing but pleasure, nothing but need, nothing but physicality.

“Look at me,” Jungkook rasped, hoarse from breathing so hard.

You lowered your head and raised an eyebrow. His parted lips had small cuts from stress-biting them. His tan skin was as lovely as ever, dotted with small moles on his nose, cheek, neck, underneath his lip, kisses from the moon, not bothering to wear makeup to cover them. He never did, not with you, not when his time could be better utilized being all over you. Dark brows and chocolate eyes, large, sharp, expressive, beautiful, your Jungkook.

Your country, your world, your universe.

You smirked as you looked at that face. He cocked a brow, black curls falling over his eye as you lifted your hand.

“You know what would piss them off?”

You didn’t need to say who.

He clicked his tongue and slammed his hips down on you, but you only clenched around him, causing him to pause and savor the feeling. His length wrapped in your warmth, connected in the most visceral way, his breath mixing with your breath. Dark brown orbs on you, half-lidded and shadowed by his lashes and long hair.

“What?”

You pushed his hair aside and traced his right eyebrow, stroking the hairs of the tail.

“If you got a face piercing.”

Jungkook grinned, low chuckle in his throat. “Yeah?”

You lifted yourself up to smack your hips into him, holding onto his broad shoulders with your other arm to balance yourself, devious smirk on your lips.

“You won’t do it.”

He leaned down, putting more force into each thrust. Your grip tightening, gasping into his face, eye to eye, dragged along by Jungkook’s intensity and passion, breathing in his exhale, drinking in his fervor, blind to the wrongness, deaf to everything but the sound of bodies, wetness to hardness, and the way he said your name, like there was nothing else, nothing but you and him and ecstasy, nothing but the sensation of how hard and how full his cock felt when he was inside you, nothing but how strongly and viciously you pulsed around him, toppling over the edge, moaning his name and staring into his eyes, into the eyes of the one that made you orgasm and mean it with every fiber of your being.

“Jungkook…”

He sucked in a breath and gasped your name, cock twitching and spurting into the condom, plunging forward, kissing you hungrily and deeply, shoulders shaking in your hands, stealing your breath, muffled cries sliding into your throat from his, anguish at the force of his climax, sweeping you up with him.

It was a long kiss.

He finally broke it, heavy exhale against your lips, not lifting his head, his black hair spilling all over your face, not letting you see anything.

Mouthing words against your cheek that you could feel, but it was a silent utterance, a soundless scream into the abyss that he alone was sinking, living a life without you.

Enjoy your piranha.

Ha, ha, very funny.

She’s not gonna notice?

He hadn’t said anything, pulling his turtleneck over his head and shaking out his long black hair like a dog. You had pulled your blankets over your naked body and looked away, not wanting to see him any longer.

You’re trash, Jungkook.

Yeah, but I could buy you a Louis Vuitton bag, easy.

You’ve been hanging around your parents too much. I don’t give a shit about your money or your influence and I never did.

Everyone likes money.

Everyone likes you too. Oh, wait, except me. I guess I’m excluded from everyone.

He hadn’t said anything more. You didn’t tell him goodbye when he left.

You waited until your heart became numb again. Then you mechanically crawled out of bed and cleaned up all traces of his existence, going all the way outside to dispose of the condom and the wrapper so you wouldn’t accidentally look at them in the trash later. You put your clothes back on, one by one, and went about your day. And the next day. And the next. And the.

And.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine,” you would say to whoever asked. You would smile and nod.

Time went on.

You would open the door and no one was there.

You would close the door and go back inside.

You would open the door.

And Jeon Jungkook was there, with a cut on his lip and a black-purple bruise underneath his left eye.

His right eyebrow was slightly swollen, two stainless steel balls connected by a silver bar pierced into the end of his brow. His clothes were torn up, his white dress shirt dirtied and his dark wash jeans torn, brown mud caked on one knee. He looked at you, chest shuddering, wheezing for breath.

“Hah…”

He smirked, the gesture not reaching his eyes. Those dark brown orbs were desolate, numb. He wiped his lip with the back of his hand and winced.

“I think they’re mad at me.”

You raised your eyebrows.

He flicked a hand through his now short black hair and ticked his head. “They told me not to show my face in front of them ever again and that I can kiss my inheritance goodbye.”

You leaned against your doorframe. “They took the silver spoon from your mouth over an eyebrow piercing?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I guess it pissed them off when I said I wasn’t going to take it out.”

He made eye contact and you saw him trying to tell you that he had changed.

Well.

Was forced to change, now poor and cast away.

“I know you said I was a waste of time,” Jungkook sighed, heavy and remorseful. “But I was your waste of time and that was all I ever wanted to be.”

You looked into those chocolate orbs that always told you they loved you.

“They knew, huh?”

He smiled ruefully. “I didn’t try to hide it. She knew, they knew, they probably all knew where I went.”

“And what will you do when they ask you to come back?”

Jungkook stood at your doorstep and told you words that you had always wanted to hear, but he had been too afraid to say, afraid of the repercussions, confused of his own feelings, too selfish at the time to realize how much he had hurt you. Time and emptiness had taught him pain and taught him what it meant to be without.

The time taught him how it felt to be not one, but zero.

“Tell them I should have left a long time ago and stayed with you, because you always let me be whoever I wanted to be even though all I was doing was wasting your time.”

He faced you, you and your mechanical heart that he created with his silence.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology meant nothing to you, far too late.

“Now I have nothing but time.”

It never mattered. You always knew Jungkook was sorry from the moment he asked to fuck with no strings attached. It was for him and for you. For him to touch you once more, even if it was all a lie, and for you and your mechanical heart, cleaning off the rust and giving it a moment to feel. He knew. You knew.

Without each other, you were both zeros when you could have been one.

And it was all his fault.

I know you’re not here, but I love you, Jungkook.

You sighed.

Then you shrugged.

“Yeah, well, I got nothing but time too.” You tilted your head, chuckling. “And even now, I waste it on you.”

Jungkook smiled sadly. He didn’t ask to be forgiven. He didn’t ask to be invited in. He just stood at your doorstep, finally able to say the words he should have said. He didn’t ask you to love him. You already knew he loved you. He mouthed it all the time, I love you, against your cheek, after each and every rendezvous, without fail.

Now he had nothing.

But you could see he was going to give it his all this time.

You stepped away from the doorframe and turned around, waving him in.

“If you’re gonna be my waste of time, at least wash your face.”

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continued in LO$ER=?, m | jjk

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masterpost

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Bring It On Home

Summary: After one of her regular customers catches her boss stealing her tips, the reader gets a job from Jensen. She figures he’s just being a nice guy but after a run in with a stranger they both learn exactly what they really are to one another...

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader

Word Count: 10,500ish

Warnings: language, angst, mention of death/drug use/smut/scary situations, fluff

A/N: Felt like putting a little spin on this one! Enjoy!

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“Mr. Ackles,” you smirked as he wandered up to the counter with a big smile. “I thought you told me not to sell you anymore donuts. I thought you were slimming down for your next role.”

“Oh, I never said such a thing,” he smirked. “You got any of those maple cinnamon creme filled ones left?”

“Looks like we got one left,” you said. He set his starbucks cup and sunglasses down on the counter and pulled out his wallet. “Anything else?”

“Yeah. I’ll take a butterscotch for De and a dozen of the minis for the kiddos,” he said.

“Anything in particular?” you asked as you started to put together his order.

“Surprise me,” he said.

“I’ll go with glazed and chocolate to be safe,” you said. You set the bag and box down, ringing him up. “Oh and I gotta say, I really liked the new album. You guys were really good.”

“Well thank you very much, Y/N,” he smiled. He stuffed a big tip in the jar like he always did and you gave him a look. “Oh I know you saved that donut for me. Don’t pretend.”

“The fact you come in here every single Thursday at 10:07 in the morning when you’re not working and order the same donut every single time? Oh I don’t know who thought to do that,” you said. 

“Mhm. See ya next week, kid,” he said as he headed out.

“Bye, Mr. Ackles,” you said. You saw your manager give you a side eye and you pouted.

“I thought I told you to stop bothering him,” she said.

“He’s nice. It’s a small place. He comes in every week,” you said. She took the money out of the tip jar and shoved it in her pockets. You sighed and heard the door open again, Jensen shaking his head.

“Sorry, left my sunglasses,” he said. He picked them up and paused, staring at the jar. “I just put twenty dollars in there.”

You looked at your manager and she pretended to have to go sign for something. You wiped down the counter and saw him still standing there.

“Can I get you anything else?” you asked. You straightened up and his lip was pursed. 

“Does your boss take your tips?” he asked.

“We pool tips here, Mr. Ackles. You know that,” you said.

“Yeah but you make minimum wage. She doesn’t. Does your boss take a cut of the tips?” he asked. You didn’t say anything but apparently you did. He grumbled and pulled out a twenty, sliding it across the counter. “That’s yours, not hers. While I’m at it, I’m gonna say what I’ve been thinking for like, the entire time you’ve waited on me and just go to school. You are way too smart to be working a job like this the rest of your life.”

“Mr. Ackles you don’t-”

“You don’t ring people up. You do the math in your head. You always give me a total before it pops up on the screen. You got a brain. Use it for something better than this, kid,” he said. 

“Not everyone is fortunate enough to do that,” you said. 

“How old are you?” he asked.

“Twenty two,” you said.

“You got a car?” he asked.

“Yeah?” you said.

“Congratulations. You’re the newest bartender at my brewery. Starts at fifteen bucks an hour,” he said.

“Is that in the morning?” you asked. 

“It’s probably evenings, afternoons. Why?” he asked. 

“I have another job,” you said. “I can’t work later than noon.”

“You can work in the brewery in the morning then. We got a deal?” he asked. You nodded and he pulled a card out of his wallet. “Call me when you’re done with work today and we’ll get you set up, okay?”

“Thank you. This is gonna help so much,” you said. He smiled and nodded. 

“Just hang in there for now. It’ll get better.”

Three Weeks Later

“Good morning,” you heard as you dropped a sack on the floor. You were panting and sweaty, Jensen smiling as he saw you. “Whoa, what are you doing moving those by yourself.”

“My boss said they need to get moved. I was getting started without him was all,” you said.

“Okay your boss is my business partner so I’m like your boss too and no we do not move seventy pound bags by ourselves, understand?” he asked.

“Sorry,” you said, wiping your hand over your face. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. “It’s just a bag on the floor.”

“Yeah. I just don’t want to screw this up,” you said. “I really need the money.”

“Well relax. It’s only your second week,” he said. You nodded and he squatted down, hoisting the bag over his shoulder. He walked it over to where they were being moved and tossed it down. “Come here.”

You scurried over and he crossed his arms, looking back at the pallet of raw hops and the bag by his feet.

“Figure out how to make this more efficient,” he said.

“What?”

“I didn’t hire you because I felt sorry for you and I didn’t do it because you’re stronger than the grown men here. You got a brain and I want you to use it. Figure out a way to make this process better. Tell your boss when you got something,” he said.

“Yes sir,” you said.

“None of that sir shit, kid. Just Jensen, okay?”

“Yeah, sorry,” you said. He rolled his eyes and walked away, a pit forming in your stomach. You were so getting fired. You should have just sucked it up and stayed at the donut shop. You’d quit there and your pizza shop job went away when they closed up last week. You knew you could squeak by until you found another part time job. “Jensen?”

He spun around halfway across the room and you swallowed.

“I’m available in the evenings now. I can bartend too if you still need that,” you said.

“I can give you two shifts a week. Same pay. That work?” he asked.

“Yes that’s great,” you said.

“Good. Figure out the bags, Y/N,” he said before he went off. You felt a little better at least. You stared at the bags and pallet, trying to figure out the best way to get the bags over with all of the equipment in the way.

One Hour Later

“So you figured it out,” said Jensen with a knowing smile after you’d told him about your idea to use the forklift to drive around outside and then back in through the other smaller door to bring the bags over to the other side of the equipment. “Took a little longer than I was expecting.”

You frowned and he chuckled.

“Relax. It was a test,” he said.

“A test?” you said and he hummed. “For what?”

“I think your talents would be better suited for stocking management at the moment. You’re gonna track orders as they come in, manage storage, help the workflow stay on track. Sound good?” he asked.

“Yes. Definitely,” you said.

“People are around to help but I think you’ll do just fine,” he said. “I gotta run. Don’t forget to take a lunch break at some point.”

“Jensen. Thanks for the job. Really,” you said.

“You go to college and then you can thank me,” he said. “See you around, kid.”

One Month Later

“Mmm,” you hummed at the end of your shift tending bar. You were sipping on a can of beer and eating a slice of pizza on the quiet patio, a few people finishing up with their drinks before the place closed up for the night.

“Excuse me,” said an older man, probably in his fifties. You stopped mid-chew and he put on a friendly smile. “I’m sorry to bother you. You just look a lot like someone I know. Well I didn’t know her but…”

“Howdy,” said Jensen as he wandered out from the taproom. It wasn’t lost on anyone how he put himself between you and the man. “Enjoying your night sir?”

“Yes. I was just chatting to the young lady here. I thought I knew her from somewhere…” he trailed off. Jensen looked back at you and you swallowed down the pizza in your mouth.

“She must have one of those faces,” he said. “We’re closing up for the night soon sir.”

“I’m not trying to bother her,” he said.

“I know you’re not,” said Jensen. The man didn’t leave though and he stiffened up. “Sir. The young lady doesn’t want to talk to you. She doesn’t know you. Please return to your table.”

“I do know her though,” he said.

“I’m sorry, I don’t…” you said. 

“Y/N, go inside,” said Jensen. 

“Okay, this is a very awkward situation. But I need to talk to her in private,” said the man. Jensen chuckled but you heard the dark edge to it.

“I need you to leave,” said Jensen.

“I’m a cop.”

“I don’t care if you’re the Easter bunny. You are making my employee uncomfortable,” said Jensen. The man stared at him and then you. Jensen grabbed your arm and started walking inside with you when the man grabbed your hand. “Get your fucking hands off-”

“Y/N, I know your mom,” he said. Jensen kept pulling on you but you shook him off.

“You’re a cop?” you asked as he nodded.

“You’re Y/N, aren’t you,” he said.

“What the fuck is going on?” asked Jensen.

“Y/N, sweetie, we need to call up the Dallas police department right now. There are things you need to know.”

“Things like what?”

Four Hours Later

“Hey kid,” said Jensen as you sat at a conference table in a police station. You stared blankly at the shut file, Jensen setting a candy bar down in front of you. “Didn’t know if you were a chocolate kinda chick.”

“Thank you Jensen,” you said quietly. You didn’t touch it and he bumped your arm.

“You okay?” he asked.

“No,” you said. “Thank you for coming with me to the station and staying. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yeah well no offense but I was serious about what I said. I wasn’t leaving you alone with some random dude,” he said. “Eat something.”

“I thought I had shitty parents before,” you laughed. “Turns out they fucking killed my mom and took her toddler and pretended I was theirs. What the fuck.”

“I’m not going to pretend to know how you remotely feel right now,” he said. “It’s fucked up. It’s so fucked up.”

“I know,” you said as a detective came in. 

“Y/N, this is the file we worked up on your mom,” he said. He opened a page and you saw Jensen stand out of the corner of your eye.

“That’s her mother?” he said. 

“Abigail Leandry? Yes,” said the detective. Jensen shook his head. “Mr. Ackles, what-”

“Kayla. Kayla,” he said.

“Mr. Ackles, why do you know the deceased’s middle name?” asked the detective. Jensen was practically white now and you stood up, holding onto him.

“Did you know my mom?” you asked. “Jensen, did you know her?”

“Who’s her father?” asked Jensen.

“There’s no father on record. Mr. Ackles are you-” said the detective as Jensen ran his hand over his face. “What is your relation to the victim, Mr. Ackles?”

“I had a one night stand when I was twenty years old,” he said as he looked at you. “She said her name was Kayla.”

“What?” you said. The detective looked at the both of you and stood up. “Where are you going?”

“I think we need to do a paternity test as soon as possible.”

Two Hours Later

“I…” started Jensen for the fifth time as you sat in his passenger seat. You stared at the dashboard, Jensen opening his mouth again. “Y/N...if I knew…”

“I know,” you said. “Can you drive me back to my car now. I want to go home. It’s been a long day.”

“It’s after midnight. Why don’t I drop you off and we can swing by to get your car in the morning,” he said.

“Whatever.” You rested your head on the glass and shut your eyes. He started the truck but it didn’t move.

“We used protection. I wasn’t…” he said.

“It’s not a guarantee. Dude, you’re my dad. Whatever. Just take me home. Please,” you said.

“Where do you live,” he asked quietly. You gave him the address and twenty minutes later you were outside of your apartment, Jensen looking around. You put a hand on the door and he sighed. “Wait.”

“Jensen, I’m tired.”

“I know. I’m about to have a very fun time telling my wife about this. I just...this is not a safe neighborhood for a young woman to live alone in,” he said. “There’s stabbings and shootings around here all the time.”

“I grew up with methhead parents. That was kind of par for the course,” you said. 

“I’m a stranger. I understand. Would you consider…” he said and you opened the door.

“I’m fine, Jensen. Go home. You have a long night still,” you said.

“I’ll pick you up at nine,” he said. You hummed and he leaned over. “Wait. Can I have your number?”

You gave him your phone and he put yours in his before putting his in yours and handing it back.

“Hey,” he said as you started to head inside. You groaned and turned around. He took a deep breath and swallowed. “I’m sorry.”

“Goodnight, Jensen,” you said. You went inside your unit before he could say anything else and locked the door shut. You wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge, nothing in there but a six pack of beer from the brewery. You shook your head and looked in the cabinet, half a bottle of vodka still there. You took it out and poured yourself a glass, wincing as you drank it down.

Maybe you’d be lucky enough to wake up in the morning and find out it was all a nightmare.

“Y/N,” said Jensen as you started work the next morning. You saw Danneel talking with her brother across the room, both of them glancing at you. “Can we talk?”

You nodded and he wandered out back to the employee area, taking a seat at a picnic table. You sat across from him, Jensen bouncing his leg like crazy.

“I thought I should at least tell you...I met Kayla at a club when I was twenty. I was home visiting family and went out with some friends. She was from Houston. We talked, flirted a bit, she was...forward with what she was interested in and being young and stupid like I was, I felt as though I should have at least one one-night stand in my life. I wasn’t...comfortable with it at first but it happened. We used protection and I left and I never really thought of her ever again. Until now obviously.”

“What’s your point, Jensen?” you asked. He bit his bottom lip and stilled his leg.

“We both learned some things last night. We know your mom got involved with drugs. We know that’s why she was killed. The people that raised you probably did it. She has no family left. The people that took you weren’t good and they’re dead and you have no family out there, anywhere. I know you were in a group home when you were sixteen after they died. I know you bounced around a bit and wound up in foster care until you aged out last year. I know your home isn’t safe and your car is older than you.”

“Jensen.”

“I’d like the chance to give you a real dad. I’d like to be there for you the way I should have always been. De and I both do. We can give you everything you need or want,” he said. 

“I understand,” you said. He smiled and you rolled your eyes. “This would look horrible for you if it got out that you have some stray, wouldn’t it. Your grand idea is to pay me off?”

“What?” he asked and you stood up. “Y/N, that’s not-”

“I did just fine my whole life without a real dad. I don’t need one now,” you said. You headed back towards the entrance and he caught up to you grabbing your shoulder.

“Stop. Wait a second. I-” he said as you spun around.

“Leave me alone. I shouldn’t even exist. I will do just fine without you like I always have.” You started walking again and headed to your car, sliding behind the wheel before you knew it. You drove home and sat in your apartment, expecting a call that you’d been fired.

Five minutes after being home you heard a car pull up out front. The doorbell rang and you ignored it. A text came in on your phone which you also promptly ignored.

“Y/N. It’s Jensen,” he said as he knocked on the door. “Kid, I...we don’t gotta be the fucking Brady Bunch. You don’t have to do anything. Just let me try. I’ll do all the work, I swear. I just...I just gotta know you’re okay. I know you’re not. This is so fucked up. You should have had a better life. You should have had me. I would have stopped you from living through all the shit you have. I’m sorry this happened to you.”

You stared at the door and pursed your lips.

“I want to know my daughter. I want to be part of her life. I don’t want to hide you from anyone,” he said. “Let me give you what you deserve.”

You walked over and slowly opened the door, Jensen wearing a worried smile.

“I’m not calling you dad.”

“You don’t have to,” he chuckled. “Can I come in?”

You swung the door open wider and he stepped past you, pausing in the hall as you closed up behind him.

“You live here?” he asked.

“No, I stay here for shits and giggles. Yes I live here,” you said. He stepped past the kitchen and into your family room where you took a seat on the old couch, Jensen spinning around. “Yeah, it’s shitty. I get it.”

“I’m pretty sure it’s in violation of health codes,” he said. He took a seat on the couch and made a face. “Can I push my luck and convince you to move out of here?”

“I don’t need charity, Jensen. You’ve given me enough already,” you said. 

“Parents put a roof over their kids' heads. I’m a few years late so sue me but we gotta get you somewhere better than this,” he said.

“I drink. I swear. I walk around in my underwear and I have adult friends sleepover so there’s no way in hell I’m moving in with you.”

“I have a guest house,” he said. “It’s private. You’re not a child and I’ll do my best to not treat you like one. But it’s safe and nice and you can have your own space...just forty feet from where I live is all.”

You crossed your arms and he put on a pair of sad eyes.

“You’re milking it a bit don’t you think,” you said.

“I’m not acting,” he said. “I’ll leave you alone if that’s what you want. I’ll give you money for food and gas and pay for the rest if you don’t want to talk to me. Just give me this. Let me get you out of this shithole.”

“I don’t need saving.”

“I didn’t say I was going to save you. I want to protect you. There’s a difference.”

He set a hand on his leg, turning it palm up. You watched it and after a moment set your hand in his.

“Don’t fuck me over,” you said.

“Not gonna happen,” he said. “Why don’t we run to the store to get some boxes and we can pack up your stuff?”

An hour later you were following Jensen in your car down the driveway of a very nice house. You parked behind him and got out, staring at it and the yard and turning your head to see the multiple cars in his garage.

“Y/N,” said Jensen. He was standing closer, giving you a smile. “We can move the boxes in a minute. Why don’t I show you the guest house first?”

“Okay,” you said. You followed him around a path that went behind the garage, a two story building back there.

“It’s only one bedroom. But it’s got it’s own office on the first floor,” he said. “It’s not that big. You can always stay in the house with the rest of us if you change your mind but I understand wanting your privacy.”

He unlocked the door and you stepped inside, Jensen mentioning something about dust but you were still floored by how nice it was. The kitchen was beautiful and open to the family room. The large wood dining table sat in a cute breakfast nook. There was a fireplace and big windows with a staircase in the back heading up to a second floor.

“...I know it’s a bit plain,” he said and you turned your head, Jensen smiling back at him. “You haven’t heard a word I said, have you.”

“This is too nice. Jensen this is way too nice. I gotta pay you rent for-” you said but he shook his head. “Jensen.”

“I have some contingencies for you staying here. You follow those and I’ll pay for this place and your food and gas. Okay?” he asked.

“What are they?” you asked.

“No big parties. You want to have something small that’s fine but no big blowouts,” he said.

“Do I look like I have a lot of friends?” you asked. 

“I want you to go to school. You can keep your job at the brewery but you’re gonna go to school. I will pay for it but I want you to have an education.”

You pursed your lips but nodded.

“I’m getting you a new car, one much safer. Lastly, if you see the kids, please try not to swear in front of them. They’re young and we do our best to not do that around them,” he said.

“Fine,” you said. “Don’t expect me to start having big family dinners or that kind of thing.”

“I understand. I’ll move the boxes and um, maybe you can make up a list of things you need for me to get at the store.”

“I have everything I need in the boxes,” you said.

“You have one pan and like three plates,” he said.

“Yeah?” you asked. 

“Y/N, that’s not normal.”

“You realize this isn’t normal right?” you said as you looked around. 

“If you change your mind...I’m gonna get your things, let you unpack,” he said. He left and ten minutes later you had four boxes by the door, Jensen excusing himself away. You unpacked your kitchen items, knowing he might have had a point. But he was buying absolutely everything for you and it was a little ridiculous. 

You took your bag of clothes upstairs, swallowing when you saw the bedroom and bathroom up there. It was like it was out of a magazine. There was even a small balcony off the room. You stepped out and looked around at a yard and saw a pool off in the distance. 

There was no way in Hell you belonged in a place like that.

That Evening

You were cooking dinner for yourself with the over abundance of groceries Jensen had left at the door earlier when you heard a knock. You moved the pan off the heat and opened up, Jensen standing there with a smile.

“Can I help you?” you asked.

“We’re about to have dinner if you’d like to join us,” he said. 

“You said I don’t have to talk to anyone if I don’t want to.”

“I know. I just wanted to offer. It’s your first...are you cooking?” he asked as he saw into the kitchen.

“Yes. I appreciate the offer but no thank you,” you said. 

“I literally just gave you some extra pantry staples for the night before I can run to the store in the morning. You’re making dinner out of that stuff?” he asked.

“Yes?” you said. “You gave me pasta and olive oil. I will survive for the night.”

“You’re making pasta in a pan?” he asked.

“Yes. You put water in the pan and put in some pasta. It’s like magic,” you said.

“Alright. I’ll see you in the morning then,” he said. You shut the door on him and went back to the stove. You stared at the messy pan and turned the stove off. You sat down on the couch with your head in your hands.

He had never, never been anything but nice to you when you were a complete stranger. Of course he was going to go overboard since he found out you were his kid. You were being bitchy for no reason and he was still being nice.

There was a knock at the door but you saw him walk past the window. You got up and opened the door, a large pot sitting on the small bench by the door. He was halfway across the grass and you swallowed.

“Jensen?” you called out. He spun around and smiled.

“Keep it,” he said.

“What...what are you having? For dinner?”

“Pork roast with mashed sweet potatoes and roasted veggies. S’pretty good,” he said. “We got ice cream for dessert.”

You bit your bottom lip and he walked over to you, frowning as he stared down.

“I don’t blame you for not having much faith in people or being cautious of me. I really don’t. But I am your dad and you are my daughter. To you that means nothing. I understand. But you’re one of the most important things in my life now. It can be one sided if you want that. It can be that simple if you want that. Like I said, you can ignore me the rest of my life if you want and I would never blame you. But I can give you more than a place to stay and money. There’s shit a lot more important than those things. You can have it if you want it. Just come on inside if you decide you do.”

You crossed your arms and looked down. He didn’t leave yet and you took a few deep breaths.

“I’ve never really trusted anyone before,” you said. “I’m not...I do want a family, Jensen. I do. But my life isn’t like this. I dropped out of high school and got a GED. I have hookups most nights. I’m probably going to get pregnant, marry the guy, have another kid, get divorced, live in a small old apartment while working two jobs and that’s my life. That’s gonna be life, Jensen. I’ve known that’s gonna be my life since I was a kid. I don’t have goals or dreams. I’m just here because you feel guilty and I can take advantage of that right now. I’m gonna push back and push back until you throw me out or I leave because I’m not gonna trust you. I’m never going to trust you, Jensen. You don’t have to feel bad about this situation. You don’t. You did nothing wrong. I’m not supposed to even be here. I think it’s better if you just gave me some money and I’ll leave and you never have to think about me ever again.”

“I’m gonna think about you everyday for the rest of my life,” he said. “You deserve a better life than what you described. You deserve a good job and to fall in love and have children because you want to. I want you, Y/N not out of guilt. I only feel guilty I wasn’t there for you. I want you because you’re my daughter and I love you. It’s all there is to it.”

You sighed and heard thunder in the distance. 

“You can stay in the house. You can live with us. We’d love it if you did,” he said. You looked back at the guest house. For the first time you noticed the bags of concrete stacked up on the side. 

“You were gonna tear it down, weren’t you,” you said.

“We didn’t need it. It was gonna be an extra garage space. But that’s-”

“Will I have my own room?” you asked quietly. “In the house.”

“Yes. Your own room, bathroom, big closet. Your own part of the house.”

“...How do I know you’re telling the truth?” you asked.

“You don’t. Have dinner with us. Talk to your siblings. Maybe they can give you some insight,” he said. You walked past him as a light rain came down, Jensen showing you in the back door and up a set of stairs. There were a pair of toddlers at a table, an older girl in the kitchen with Danneel as they dished up some plates. “Y/N’s going to join us.”

“That’s great,” said Danneel as she handed the girl a plate. “JJ, would you give that to Y/N and get her some silverware?”

“Sure,” she said. She walked over to you and you took the plate. “Are you mom and dad’s friend?”

“She’s your sister,” said Jensen as he helped in the kitchen. He put down a glass at an empty chair and you took a seat, JJ returning quickly with a fork and knife.

“You’re kinda old,” she said as she set them down.

“You’re kinda short,” you said.

“Am not,” she said as she went to her seat.

“Yeah you are,” said the littlest girl. Jensen had brought her in to get donuts a few times and you saw her recognize you. “Hi!”

“Hi Arrow,” you said with a smile.

“JJ, Arrow, Zepp,” said Jensen as he leaned over the back of her chair and poured a glass of water for you from the carafe. “This is Y/N and she’s gonna be around quite a bit more we hope.”

“Okay. Who’s your favorite princess?” asked Arrow. 

“Hm. That’s a tough one. I don’t know if she qualifies as a princess but I always liked Rapunzel,” you said as Jensen and Danneel carried over their plates. “Who’s your favorite?”

An hour later you were still discussing Disney characters with the kids, Jensen scooping up the twins under each arm.

“Daddy,” groaned Zeppelin as he was spun upside down. “We were playing.”

“You two and your sister need baths, stinkers, and then a bedtime story. How’s that sound?” he asked.

“Can Y/N read it?” he asked as he looked at you. 

“Sure,” you said.

“Yay!” he said.

“We’ll be about half an hour with these guys. If you want to come up I can show you your space,” said Jensen. You nodded and followed them all upstairs. Danneel went off with JJ down a hall, Jensen nodding towards one end. “That’s me and De over there. Kids are down that hall and the guest suite and loft is to the right.”

“Thanks,” you said. You wandered down the hall and found a large open space with a couch and TV, more of an adult hang out space from the looks of it. There was a door nearby and you opened it, walking into a large bedroom with a canopy bed. “Holy shit.”

It was nicer than the guest house and you walked around, stepping into a beautiful on suite bathroom with double vanities, a separate shower and a giant ass tub. The walk in closet was huge and you were absolutely in love with the wide window bench and bookcases.

“Hey,” said Jensen behind you. You spun around and saw him sporting a partially wet shirt. “You like it?”

“It’s warm,” you said. 

“Well feel free to move some clothes and stuff in for the night. There’s a few raincoats in the front hall closet downstairs. I gotta try and get these three washed before the storm hits,” he said.

“It’s no problem,” you said. He smiled and started to leave when you took a step forward. “Jensen?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry about before, how I acted and what I said. No one’s ever taken care of me and not wanted something in return,” you said. 

“Apology accepted. All I will ever want is you to be happy. We’ll get there eventually,” he said. He left and after exploring the room for a few more minutes, you took a raincoat from the front closet and went outside, packing up most of your things and bringing them up to your new room. You’d just set a box down when a toddler in a pair up pull ups ran into your room.

“Y/N, can I have a story now?” asked Zeppelin. 

“Zepp...Zeppy…” you heard Jensen call from somewhere else. 

“You wanna show me your room and then I can tell you a story?” you asked. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out, Jensen sighing as he found you in the hall. “I got him.”

“Well someone needs his pajamas on,” said Jensen. Zeppelin grumbled but he did tug on his shirt at least once you were in his room. Jensen tugged his pants on and Zeppelin rushed over to his bookcase, picking out one and handing it to you. He crawled up in bed and you sat on the stool nearby, reading and showing him the pages for about ten minutes before you watched him close his eyes and huff quietly.

“Night, little guy,” you said. You put the book on his nightstand and set the stool back. Jensen smiled and flicked the light off by the door, a nightlight keeping the space dimly lit. He shut the door and you were quiet as you saw Danneel duck out of a room. He nodded and you followed the two of them to the loft area, taking a seat on the end of the couch as he settled into a chair, Danneel sitting close by.

“I think Zepp’s a fan,” she said with a smile. “I think they all are.”

“Kids don’t tend to be the problem in these situations,” you said. You looked at her and she nodded. “Are you...okay-”

“I would much rather have you stay in this house than out there by yourself. You’ve been on your own enough,” she said. 

“What was your reaction?” you asked as you quickly glanced to Jensen.

“A bit of shock. But I saw the test results and he has…” she said, Jensen nodding. “He mentioned once when you first started working at the brewery about feeling protective of you. We both assumed it was because you were young and on your own and trying to get by. I’ve never been quite that bad but when he first started out after he left home, things were tight for him. We understand struggling a bit. Not to the same extent as you obviously but we get it. Now with what you know, I think there was some paternal instinct coming out he didn’t quite see.”

“In my experience, parents aren’t good things. My life got better after them,” you said. “But I’m willing to try if he is.”

“All of us will,” said Jensen. “It’ll take time which will be the hard part probably but if you allow us, we can be parents to you too. We won’t make rules for you. You’re an adult and we’ll treat you like one. But we’ll treat you like our child too. De and I will probably screw that up sometimes so all I ask is that you let us slip up from time to time and hopefully this can turn out the way we hope it does.”

“Do I have to go to college?” you asked. Jensen glanced to Danneel and back at you. “I don’t have the best grades and I literally dropped out my senior year. Does a community college even take a GED?”

“I was thinking more like UT,” he said. You laughed and he raised an eyebrow.

“You’re serious? I didn’t even take SATs or ACTs or…” you trailed off as you turned to Danneel who shrugged. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can.”

“No, I can’t,” you scoffed. You gripped the corner of the armchair and he sighed. “I can’t-”

“Shh,” he said as he got up. He squatted down in front of you and smiled. “Don’t be scared. We’ll figure it out together, all of us. That room over there? That is your bedroom now and no one will ever kick you out of it. I don’t want you leaving until you’re ready and I think we all know you’re a long way away from that. I believe you can go to school and do anything you want to. I’ll believe for the both of us right now, okay?”

“I’m too stupid. I don’t fit in aside from with sleazy guys,” you said.

“I disagree with that,” he said. “Trust me?”

You sighed but gave him a nod. 

“I know it’s been a long day and you didn’t get a lot of sleep last night but there is a bowl of ice cream downstairs with your name on it if you’re interested,” he said. 

“Maybe. I’d like to wash up,” you said. “I know today was kind of busy but I still have work in the morning right?”

“Don’t worry about work right now. We go it covered,” said Danneel. “I can show you where stuff is in your bathroom.”

You swallowed but nodded, following her back into your room and the bathroom. A part of you was expecting her to say something about wanting you gone. After all you technically weren’t hers. You were barely Jensen’s. 

“There’s a bunch of stuff like soap and shampoo and that kind of stuff in here,” she said, opening up a tall cabinet door. “Towels are up top. There’s not a hair dryer in here but I can just drop mine off outside on your bed if you want?”

“Air dry is fine,” you said quietly.

“Honestly I do the same most of the time,” she said. “There are some pads and tampons under the sink but I gotta run to a few stores in the morning anyways so maybe you can come with and we can get whatever brand you like.”

“I don’t…” you said as she cocked her head. “I get all my supplies from a free clinic. I can’t...I couldn’t afford that brand name stuff before.”

“Oh,” she said. She made a strange face and shook her head. “Well we can try them out until we find one you like.”

“Okay,” you said. 

“If you need anything just let me know,” she said. She walked past you but you heard her pause in the doorway. “Y/N a bit of advice.”

You turned around and waited for her to drop the nice act. 

“Yeah?”

“Stay away from sleazy guys. They just want sex. They don’t care about you.”

“I know that.”

“Then do me a favor and the next time you spend the night with a guy, do it cause you feel a connection with him. There’s a difference.”

“I get that too.”

“Then why sleep around?”

“Because I’ll take a fake connection over no connection.”

“You don’t need a man to be happy,” she said. “Jensen and I spend a lot of time apart.”

“What is your point?” you sighed.

“Don’t fuck random guys cause you’re lonely. You might not realize this yet but you’re never gonna be alone ever again. Get used to us cause you’re fucking ours and we want better for you than a random fuck. You got that?”

“You don’t talk to me the way Jensen does,” you said quietly.

“Because he’s in pain right now and he is so scared of setting you off. I on the other hand know what it’s like to be a young woman. I won’t tell you not to have your fun. But have it with somebody special. Good guys do exist. Good dads exist. He’s not gonna hurt you. You said you’d try out there so please try.”

“Do you wish I would go?”

“I wish someday you realize what a silly question that is to be asking,” she said. “I might barely be old enough to be your mother but you didn’t just get a dad with this. You have him and you have me and three half-siblings and a whole shitload of other people. So the next time you’re lonely, you come to one of us and maybe the next guy you sleep with you can do it cause he’s a good guy. Understand?”

“Yes,” you said. She nodded and started to leave when you cleared your throat. “Danneel?”

“Yeah?” she asked as she turned around.

“Where do you meet nice guys? I haven’t had much luck,” you said. 

“You’re young. Don’t worry about it, sweetie,” she said as some thunder shook the house. “Wash up at the sink. Jensen gets a wee paranoid about showers in thunderstorms.”

“I’m the same way,” you said.

“You two must be related or something,” she smirked.

“Seriously,” you said.

“Aw, you got his bitch face too,” she laughed. “Come down when you’re ready. We’ll save you some ice cream.”

“Thanks,” you said. She shut the bedroom door after herself and you took out a few things from the cabinet along with what you’d brought along. Fifteen minutes later your face was washed and you’d changed into pajamas, a pair of old sweatpants and a free shirt you’d gotten from the brewery. You threw your hair up in a bun and took a deep breath. 

You wandered out of the room and down the hall, getting mixed up for a moment before you found the stairs down. Danneel was sitting on the countertop with a bowl in her hand, Jensen busy decorating his own with crumbled up cookies.

“Hey,” he said. He slid the bowl across the counter and stuck a spoon in it. “Prepare to be amazed.”

“Mhm,” you said. You scooped up a spoonful and took a bite, tilting your head. “Is that...whiskey?”

“Just a smidge. That, vanilla ice cream and some cookies on top? So good,” he said as he started to make himself a bowl. “We were away once back in De’s neck of the woods and had it at dinner once. Obviously my version is superior…” he said as he got a whack from Danneel. “It’s a pretty good knock off.”

“Jensen always manages to pick out the best desserts. Meanwhile I always pick the weird ones,” she laughed.

“Oh next time we’re in New York we gotta take her to that hole in the wall place,” said Jensen. 

“New York City?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he hummed. You sat up on the counter across from Danneel and sucked on your spoon, Jensen taking a spot near you when he’d finished. “How’d you end up down here. You were in Dallas up until last year weren’t you.”

“Yeah. A couple friends were gonna move down here so I went with them. I thought a new place might be good for me. They turned out to not be great friends so I wound up in an assisted place,” you said.

“Well I’m glad you came,” he said. “You been a lot of places yet?”

“Not really,” you said.

“You ever been to Franklin’s?” asked Danneel. “The barbecue place?”

“I’ve never been out to eat,” you said.

“Ever?” she asked.

“Sometimes we’d sit in McDonald’s,” you said.

“Well we’re definitely going out to dinner tomorrow,” said Jensen. “We can get whatever you like.”

“That sounds good,” you said. You took a few more bites and watched the lights flicker. 

“Uh oh,” he said just as the power went out. You stilled as he slid off the counter in the dark. They both moved around as you sat still, a lamp turning on nearby. You jumped and Jensen chuckled. “Ah, there we go. That’s…”

You jumped off the counter when he ran a hand over your head.

“It’s-“

“I don’t like the dark,” you said. You set the bowl down and started to walk around, bumping into him and then Danneel. “I don’t…”

You stepped over to the lamp on the table, taking a seat and a few deep breaths.

“Jay.”

Jensen went off into another part of the house, returning with two more camping lamps. He turned them on and the room got brighter.

“There we go, that’s better isn’t it?” asked Jensen. Danneel brought over your ice cream and you took a deep breath. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just don’t like the dark,” you said. You squeezed your leg and relaxed, Jensen wandering off, returning with a flashlight. He sat it next to you as you picked up your spoon and began eating again. There was a flutter of feet upstairs for a moment and you heard a whimper come from the top of the steps. Danneel got up and went over to the bottom, looking up with a frown.

“How about you sleep in your sister’s room tonight?” she asked as she went up. You finished with your bowl, Jensen leaning back in his chair.

“He’s scared of the dark too,” said Jensen. 

“I’m not scared. I said I don’t like it.”

“Alright. It’s not an interrogation,” he said. He ate from his bowl, keeping a side eye on you. “You know we have a security system and protection here.”

“You’re rich, of course you do,” you said. You stared down to an empty hall and he grabbed the flashlight. He clicked it on and pointed it down there. You rolled your eyes and sat back. Jensen set the extra cookies on the table, adding more to his ice cream as you stared down the dark hall again. 

“Y/N. There’s nobody here,” he said. 

“I know that,” you said. 

“It’s okay to be scared of the dark you know.” He popped a cookie in his mouth and you gave him a glare. Thunder cracked and you jumped in your seat. He moved over to the chair next you and you shut your eyes. “Can I give you a hug?”

“What?”

“Is it okay if I give you a hug?” he asked.

“No,” you said. 

“Okay.” You got up and flinched when it thundered again. You started to wander around the kitchen, Jensen watching you like a hawk. You found a seat at the counter and stared down the hall, pouting when you heard him get up. “Don’t kick my ass for this.”

“Kick your ass for what?” you said just as he stopped by your seat and wrapped his arms around you. You took a deep breath and he turned you so you weren’t facing the hall. You looked up at him and he smiled.

“Come on,” he said. He pulled you out of your seat and walked over to the couch with an arm around you. You sat down next to him, Jensen pulling a blanket draped over the back onto you.

“Don’t…” you said when he hugged you again. He leaned back and you took a deep breath. He nodded and moved his arms away.

“I think I understand why you don’t like the dark,” he said. 

“I just...I don’t know you either.”

“I know but I’m your dad.”

“That doesn’t mean jackshit to me.”

“In my world it does. If you want a hug and me to sit with you while we wait for the power to come back on, that’s up to you.” 

“Fine,” you mumbled. You turned to him and groaned. “I said fine, you can hug me.”

“I see you’re just as stubborn as I am sometimes,” he said. He moved closer and pulled you into his side. After a few minutes you relaxed, watching the lightning outside the windows. “Feelin’ better?”

“There was a drug dealer my parents owed money to once. He took me when it was storming one night as collateral. They didn’t pay him back on time but he felt sorry for me or something so he dropped me off at a fire station. I said I ran away.”

“How old were you?”

“Five, six. Somewhere around there,” you said. 

“He took you from your house?” asked Jensen.

“I mean, we never lock a door. It was a roof and four walls. I’d barely call it liveable,” you said.

“Did you tell the police?”

“Jensen,” you said, tilting your head up at him. “My parents were big druggies. We didn’t call the cops. That sort of thing just didn’t happen in our environment.”

“Have you ever…” he asked. 

“No. I mean...I’ve had a hit or two off a joint before but no, no drugs. I didn’t like the weed that much either to be honest,” you said.

“You said you drink earlier today.”

“Like a beer a night, not even.”

“Just getting to know you...and see that there must have been someone that taught you not to be that way.”

“I had a grandma. She was nice. She was normal. She tried to get custody of me a few times but my parents threatened to stop letting her see me. I guess they weren’t really my parents, were they.”

“No, not really,” he said. He ran his hand over your head and you saw Danneel come back down. She took a seat in the corner with the package of cookies and set a lamp down on the coffee table. “How’s the boy?”

“Tuckered out in lil sis’ bed,” she said. “The battery on his nightlight was dead so he woke up in the dark.”

“Well the dark can be scary. I guarantee at least two of them wind up in bed with us by the time the night’s through.”

You were quiet as they talked about plans for tomorrow, who was going to do what chores, talking amongst themselves about where to take you for dinner. Jensen nudged you and you glanced up, a smile on his face.

“You want to go shopping with De tomorrow?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said. You listened to the rain come down harder and breathed deeply. You tensed up when Jensen shifted but he put his hand back on your head and shushed you. “I’ve kinda always wanted to try brisket.”

“I think we’re getting barbecue for dinner then,” he said. The lights turned back on and you let out a sigh, Jensen rubbing your back as you sat up. “Go ahead and keep one of those lamps and the flashlight in your room in case it happens again.”

“Thanks,” you said as you stood. “I’ll uh, see you guys tomorrow then.

“See you in the morning, Y/N.”

Six Months Later

“Jensen,” you said as you leaned back against the outdoor grill. 

“Y/N…” he said as you scooted over more towards the countertop. “Yes honey?”

“Who’s that guy, the young one,” you said as you nodded out to the yard where a few tables were set up, people standing around.

“Baby face over there is Alex. He worked on the last couple seasons of the show with me. I’ve been meaning to have him and the rest of the wacky nutjobs over for awhile now. You’re a big girl, you can say hi to my friends if you want,” he said as he flipped a burger.

“Mhm,” you hummed, looking over your shoulder. You saw him talking to Jared with a beer in his hand. His head turned and he saw you, flashing you a quick smile. You returned it and heard a grunt.

“He’s six years older than you,” said Jensen as he sipped from his can.

“I literally dated a like forty year old last year.”

“Gah, why, why do you tell me things like that, I…” he trailed off when he saw you giggling to yourself. “Okay you little shit, how about this?”

“How about-”

“Hey Alex! Y/N wants to talk to you!” shouted Jensen out to the yard so just about every person there turned in your direction.

“I’m eating your brownie now,” you said. You grabbed the chocolate square off the plate nearby and popped it into your mouth as he put his hands on his hips.

“You’re making me more later, missy,” he said. He ruffled your hair and messed it up just as you caught Alex walk over.

“I am so sorry for him,” you said as you tried to fix the strands.

“You have to live with him. I feel sorry for you,” he laughed. “Alex.”

“Y/N,” you said. You took your beer and walked over towards the pool, Alex smirking to himself. “What? How bad did he mess up my hair?”

“Oh you’re perfect. It’s just nice to have someone to share the pain with,” he said. “He was really excited to find out about you you know. Like obnoxiously excited.”

“He’s alright,” you said with a shrug. You turned and looked back at the grill where he was working, Danneel coming out with Arrow on her hip. “They’ve grown on me. You must be an actor then if you’re at the first annual SPN whatever he and Jared are calling this.”

“They told me free beer and I was sold,” he said. “But yeah, I act. Kinda model every once in a while but that sounds really douchey so I try not to talk about it much.”

“Legit both Jay and De did it so my shock of all things Hollywood has kind of wavered by this point,” you said. “What’s California like? Is it as hot as here?”

“Not as bad. I’m from Canada actually,” he said. “The not too cold part which is nice.”

“I would take a cold day every once in a while,” you said. “How long are you here for?”

“About a week. I was gonna roadtrip down to a place called Galveston one day. Apparently it’s a beach town on the gulf. I thought that’d be fun,” he said.

“We went last month. It was so cool. I’d never been to a beach before or seen the ocean. There’s this place with amazing chili cheese fries. You gotta try them at night when it gets a bit cooler out,” you said. “My dad knows the name. I’ll have to…”

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’ve never called Jensen dad before is all,” you said. You bit your bottom lip and Alex smiled.

“Between you and me, he’s really grateful you guys found each other. He loves you a lot. I know it’s gotta be a thousand kinds of weird but he is really, really proud of you. He brags about you all the time in the group chat.”

“Of course he does. He’s a dork.”

“Oh I one hundred percent agree with that,” he chuckled. He took a sip of his beer and tilted his head. “I know this is like super spur of the moment but would you want to like, go to the beach with me? Some of the guys were gonna come that were sticking around here but if you’re free…”

“I don’t know,” you said as you rubbed the back of your neck. “Like I would totally hang out with you. It’s just like the adult trip, you know? It’s for you guys. Besides I was supposed to watch my siblings that day,” you said.

“Well of course you can come,” said Jensen as he popped up behind you. You flinched and he had two plates with burgers on them, handing you each one. “She loved the beach. Turned into a little kid. She made a sandcastle that-”

“Jensen,” you groaned, your face hot as he cleared his throat. 

“We’ll get a sitter. You can ride with Alex,” he said. He patted your back and walked off as you sighed.

“Oh my God,” you said. Alex just laughed as he took a bite of his burger. You knew you were blushing and prayed that he didn’t notice.

“So how’s school?” he asked.

“You see that one up there? That’s Leo,” said Alex, hours and hours later. You were sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet in the water, everyone else hanging out on the other side of the house around the bonfire.

“If I ever take Astrology as an elective I’ll be sure to call you to help me study,” you said. You leaned back on your palms, Alex laughing.

“You’re the one smarter than me,” he said. 

“When I apply myself it turns out I actually am,” you said. “Mostly. A business degree isn’t very fascinating though.”

“No but it’s security which I think is really good thing for you.”

“Why?”

“Sounds like you grew up rough was all. It’s not a bad thing to have something solid to fall back on, something safe,” he said. 

“This is very true. There is a guy that runs one of the food trucks that comes to the brewery, he keeps trying to convince me to open up a restaurant with him once I get my degree.”

“Do you want to?”

“No but he’s sweet so I try to let him down gently.”

“He your boyfriend?”

“No. Don’t have one,” you said.

“Cool.”

“Was that your subtle way of seeing if I was single?” you asked.

“Seems to have worked,” he smirked. You moved closer and he did the same until you paused. “Sorry. I read this wrong.”

“No, you didn’t. I just...you’re the kind of guy that takes someone out on dates and waits and is slow and nice and...you’re a good guy, right? I can’t deal with a-”

He pecked a soft kiss to your lips, lingering for a moment before he pulled back. He smiled and kicked his feet in the water.

“You’re cute when you blush,” he said. You bumped his arm and he bumped yours back. “You are.”

“Loser,” you said.

“Gonna push you in the ocean for that,” he smirked. He gave your hand a squeeze and pulled his feet out of the water. “Let’s hang out by the fire. It’s getting cold over here anyways.”

“Okay,” you said gently. He pulled you to your feet and you giggled. “I don’t know why I just did that.”

“It’s alright. I like that sound,” he said. He let go of your hand as you got closer to the fire, Alex stopping with you at the table with some leftover desserts still out. “I uh, I’m not perfect...or have a degree...or am tall.”

“Don’t really give a shit about that stuff,” you said. 

“Good,” he said. You swiped some cookies for yourselves and found an empty pair of chairs together, the group getting quiet when you sat but Jensen shockingly not using the opportunity to tease you. 

“That it?” you asked as you came back inside from taking out a bag of trash a few hours later.

“Yup. Thanks for helping us clean up,” said Jensen. You stretched and headed upstairs, hearing a tut from him along the way. “He’s a good friend. Just go slow, okay?”

“I know,” you said. “Goodnight. Dad.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said with a smile.

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