#i hope im not the only one who thinks this

[shikaizer]

im not high — pairing | paigebueckersxreader

your virginity being taken by a stranger at your friends party was clearly not on your list.

— alcohol. sex. intense pda car/bathroom.first time.

The room was buzzing of colorful lights and the music making your heart beat through the rymth and the scent of alcohol mixed with smoke.

You had forced yourself at this party in hopes of easing the stress that you have been feeling for the few weeks, hell week was such a shit to you and your goal was to take it all back by drinking your ass off tonight.

Being glad that azzi invited you to party which your quick to accept, finding yourself gathered with your friends. you only wore a one piece dress that showed your curve.

“i feel like spinning” aubrey breath out resting her head on your shoulder, you laughed and patted her head. “you drink like a bull.” you commented and she bit your shoulder making you gasped.

“damn finally paige your here.” azzi scoffed, you looked over at the tall blonde girl who, took a double stare at you before talking to azzi.

while you and aubrey just kept teasing each other taking turns on smacking shoulders, you cant help but look over at the blonde girl, you caught her name was paige, your not the only one looking, paige would also steal glances towards you.

it kept going on like that, and truth be told, you cant help but squeeze your thighs together, because something in her stare is the type of making people go weak. aubrey noticed your silence but chose to ignore it since she assumed your probably already high.

the staring between the two of you was like a signal that something is going to happen later on, but your growing impatient, and your quite a delusional.

you slowly stood up and they payed no mind, but again, paige acted all sly side eyeing you but you caught her again. you then made your way to the bathroom which was suprisingly empty, well since the dancefloor was full it was already expected.

you opened the faucet and rubbed your hands in water roughly, you do this whenever you feel like your waiting for something, and to your relief, the door swang open revealing paige, the both of you held eye contact before your the one who broke it.

due to your habit, you splashed a full water on your face, making you gasp forgetting you have makeup on. "what was that?" paige asked clearly amused and you frowned sighing. "just something i tend to do." you shrugged and paige thought for a second. "i feel like i know whats that called." paige thought hard and you chuckled smacking her shoulders. "i dont even know what it is, how could you possibly?" paige clicked her tounge dissapointed at your assumptions.

"you dont even know me yet, how could you possibly think i dont know?" paige repeated your words with different direct for you. "unless you want to know me more." paige muttured but loud enough for you to hear. you chuckled and moving her gently to step aside, but she quickly held your hand staring deeply at you.

"saw the way you have been looking at me." paige stated and you stared at him for a second before speaking. "i dont know. just wanna look at you." you confessed and she smiled, the thing you said meant to things, probably you looked at her because your zoning out or because you really wanted to. and of course we know what paige felt on what you said considering the confidence she have.

she leaned down closer to you and licked her bottom lip before speaking up. "do you...wanna fuck?" she hesistated but her words are direct and straightforward.

thats how you found yourself under this tall girl in her flexing arms, roughly and deeply kissing you like there was no tommorow.

paige pulled away and cursed under hear breath attacking your collarbone next, her hands trailed to your thighs getting dangerously higher.

your breath hitched which paige was quick to notice. she stopped and looked at you caressing your hips. "you sure you want this pretty girl?" your quick to nod and speak up. "just nervous...never done this before.." you muttured looking down ashamed and paige quickly caught your chin making you look at her once she heard you say that eyes widen.

"so your telling me, this is your first time?" paige asked firmness in her voice and you nodded, she raished eyebrows scanning you, she cant believe it. "first time doing it in public?" she asked again her gaze returning to you, you sighed and bit your lip. "im a virgin." you state and paige's mouth was left slightly open before it curled into a amused smirk.

"fuck so your a virgin." paige muttured under her breath slowly nodding as if she just assumed you are not. "and its all mine." paige cooed tilting her head to look at you.

"unless your really giving it to me—" you frowned cutting her off. "just fuck me." you say in all seriousness and she smirked. "all i needed to hear baby." she commented and caught your lips in a deep kiss.

paige pulled away breathing heavily. "lets take this to my house." paige suggested caressing your bottom lip.

you nodded and she gave you a peck on the forehead opening the door, she secured her armd around your waist caressing them, the both of you squeezed thru the crowd her eyes never leaving yours.

once the both of you reached outside, your met with a luxurious black car, you raised both your eyebrows and she smirked turning it on with her keys, she opened the door for you and sliding inside.

inside was dark and the only light source was the red led light underneath making the athmosphere lustful, it was cold and you can feel the ac hitting your skin.

paige starts the engine and drived away not wasting any more time, while on the road paige looked over at you and licked her bottom lip.

"can you take your clothes off f'me baby?" paige begged voice low, you smirked, your fingers started to trail down your lace keeping eye contact.

her eyes would shift to the road and to you time to time, you moved your lace to the side letting your silked dress slide off your body exposing the red bra you wore.

paige bit her lip scanning your body, "take them off." she demanded and you passed the cloth in your legs fully taking them off, your red panty showing.

she cursed under her breath and placed her hand on your thigh caressing your skin, you moved her hand higher her fingers having a brief contact with your clothed clit.

you let out a moan and paige bit her lip focusing on the road, speeding up the car, her fingers starting to slip inside your panty rubbing your clit.

when you moaned, she smirked amused her tounge poking the side of her cheeks. she gently rubbed her clit and contained her self on trying to insert it in.

after what felt like hours of torture for paige, the both of you have finally arrived at her big ass house, driving straight to the garage.

going out the car, paige had already pulled you in for a kiss, while you held your dress to your chest to minimize the exposure of your body.

she lead you to her room upstairs her lips never leaving yours, on the way, the both of you are stumbling and a giggling mess.

arriving, she pushed you down the bed your body sinking at the soft matress, you looked up at her and she licked her bottom lip unbuttoning her long sleeve keeping her eyes on you.

as shes top naked, she leaned down and kissed you again, her hands making its way to the side of your hips squeezing your skin.

"spread them f'me baby" she muttured under you ear, you widened your legs and paige locked your legs with her thighs, she rubbed your clit again keeping eye contact and you groaned.

"tell me if it hurts." you nodded biting your lip, she focused on the way shes inserting her fingers inside you, when she heard your reaction she moved her gaze over at you.

"fuck- your squeezing me in." paige chuckled she tilt her head slowly thrusting her fingers, she was so gentle with you, she leaned down to place soft kisses on your collarbone to your chest.

you moaned your hands reaching her hair caressing them.

she bit your skin and her fingers starts to slam in faster, you arched your back moaning louder making her weak, paige cursed under her breath and moved to your neck.

paige groaned thrusting deeper burying her face on the crook of your neck muttering "taking me so well fuck."

"think im gonna cum—" you breathe out and she inhaled your scent speeding up curling her fingers inside you.

you arched your back more and you relaxed breathing heavily when you released your climax, your cum dripping on paige's fingers.

you look over at her and she smiled kissing your forehead. "good girl baby."

🔖 — @addl0vee @tndaqlwifwy @mrsarnold @fitecuddles @melpthatsme @bellaprintz25 @janaelalfysblunt @ellehoops @belsoulss @apbueckers

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[imjunebitch]

i think that some people in the queer community need to learn the difference between tolerance vs. acceptance/support.

a lot of the sentiment "in support" of weird queers is really just tolerant of them. idk how many times ive seen posts like "lesboys/multigender folks/people with neopronouns/whatever might be cringe, but they're better than exclusionists! let kids be cringe!" and like. you have to see that this isn't actually supportive. it's tolerant, sure, and that's better than outright exclusion but... ok.

I don't think any of those groups are cringe. i think they're wonderful and beautiful.

i think it's awesome that transmasc folks can hold on to the label of lesbian if they like. he/him lesbians have been around for a long time. historically, some lesbians have taken testosterone, used nonbinary and masculine pronouns, preferred masculine terms... that isn't gonna stop because some people decided it's specifically cringe when transmascs do it! im mostly sapphic, and I'm fucking proud to stand with my sapphic sisters, brothers, and siblings!

multigender and genderfluid people are awesome as fuck. therians are cool as fuck. i love boygirls and fagdykes and girlfags and girlboys and genderfuckery of all kinds. don't let people treat you like a kid for wanting an identity of that kind. fuck em, you're great.

neopronouns are cool as fuck too. i keep hearing people saying that everyone who uses them is a kid, and that's sinister shit. you hear it on both sides too. exclusionists say it derisively, and people who think they're being supportive say it to defend them... but it's really, genuinely cool. people want to act like being nonbinary is only one experience, and that we have gone from there being only two genders to there now being a third gender, which is called nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns. but hey, fuck that sentiment in particular. gender is a spectrum, and it makes total fucking sense for people to want to create pronouns and terms to describe their own experiences! hell yeah!

you hear a lot of "well, these people are just kids, we should give them a space to learn," or "they're not doing anything wrong i guess," but these are not genuinely supportive statements! so how's this: I fucking love all of these people, and i hope our community gets more of them. I pray for a day when they outnumber the grim, humorless exclusionists who want to gatekeep acceptance by the thousands. fuck exclusionists, pride is for everyone.

(pre-emptive note: no this post isn't for MAPs or radqueers or anyone like that, obviously, grow up. hurting and preying on defenseless people/animals is obviously not a valid identity, don't even try to compare those things.)

[cod-indulgences]

I had abdominal surgery a wee while ago and I was thinking of the 141 crowding over the nurses and just babying me,don't gotta lift a finger, oh your water needs filling up lemme do that, oh you need to pee lemme help you to the bathroom so the male nurse doesn't see what's THEIRS and ehen you're back home on base/at the flat they're at your beck and call. Gaz buys a bell you can shake foe help as a joke but as soon as the first bell rings you have 4 massive men filing in at attention.

You know price only trusts either him or gaz with bandage changing since they're more gentle handed as to not rip hair, but soap and simon are peering over shoulders saying it either needs to breathe or needs antiseptic etc etc

Im still on bed rest whilst on heavy opioids for pain so yeah! I'd love me a little feel good comfort if you're able to?

TF141 x !reader, comfort, non graphic medical injury and healing

Hope you're healing up ok anon!

If you didn't hurt so goddamn much you'd feel bad for the nurses. Simon is in full The Ghost mode, glaring from a corner with the skull plate gleaming in the harsh lights, every inch holding violence. It's a miracle he's not in the full tac gear. Two of your nurses are veterans of their craft and don't flinch, and they get his very grudging approval. The one who flutters her hands and asks you in a stage whisper if you're safe (which....great idea, asking someone that when the perceived abuser is right fucking there...) gets booted out the door and you don't see her again.

Funnily enough, he doesn't care about male nurses as much as Kyle and Johnny do, both of them bristling like guard dogs when it's time to check your catheter, move your legs to avoid swelling, test the incisions over your abdomen. You want to swat them for it, but again, you hurt too damn much. Screw this place and their ideas of "morphine doses" and "let's not cause organ failure".

John is the best of them all, at least while you're in the hospital- he makes sure you have support under your back, talks to the doctors and nurses and takes notes, learns when you need physical comfort and when you are so touched out he needs to get the boys out of your hair for a while.

It feels like forever to leave the hospital, even though you know you got out relatively quickly, no complications- and oh, being home is such a relief. Your own familiar walls and floors, a bed you sink comfortably into, and of course four sweet men doing their best to smother you in love.

The bell is just a joke, but the first time you wake up needing to pee and your phone slid out of reach it ends up being perfect- you clang it and Kyle pops his head in, grinning. "Yes, Princess?" He asks, and helps you stand up and shuffle to the toilet.

John does bandage changing, Simon peering over his shoulder and backseat-driving, and you let Johnny carry you to the couch, kissing him as he settles you into a nest of pillows. You get a kiss from everyone else of course, gentle presses of their lips that settle you better than anything.

Simon hesitates, and then shuffles you around, climbing onto the couch behind you to cradle you in his lap. You hiss a little as your stitches pull, and he murmurs a quiet apology. It's alright, his body heat soothes sore muscles, and you let yourself be cradled and cuddled into a nap.

The bell keeps being useful, you can ring it and within moments any or all of them are coming to you, helping you with everything from wound care to fixing a blanket over your lap. You start making a little game of it, asking for Kyle to scratch your nose, or Johnny to rub your feet, but each time they do it so immediately and sincerely that it just swings around to heartwarming.

You're not sure what the hell you did to deserve this, these big-hearted men giving you kisses and care with every gesture, but you'll take every minute of it.

[deviousdrtruffles]

Stargoth WIP😼

OUUUU SAVE ME STARGOTH‼️‼️ HEAL ME STARGOTH‼️‼️

I really love it so far so I’ll definitely finish this!(Can’t say when though🤧.)

Also Buddy with a larger nose. Yeah that’s it. Buddy with a larger nose.

[levissslutt]

Warnings : 18+ MDNI smut, shower sex wc : 3520

The mechanic pt 2

Your head was spinning, legs still sore. What the fuck. How did you get home. Was it a dream? Swinging your legs over the bed and hobbling over to your bathroom, the love marks that littered your skin let you know that wasn't a dream.

So how on earth…... did he go through your purse? Look at your id? This is insane. Your mind was racing, you told him you lived in the neighborhood, but you never told him where exactly. You rubbed your temples, a headache already forming.

Quickly showering and throwing on something comfortable, you checked your phone, maybe he put his number in.

Nope, nothing. No messages, no calls. Your heart was all but beating out your chest. Sitting on the edge of your bed you ran your hands over your face out of frustration. Your chest was tight and your eyes were darting at ever little sound, jumpy wasn’t even the word.

But how were you supposed to act when a man you just fucked into heaven, and then fell asleep in his arms, brought you home. Without ever telling him where you sta-

“My car oh my god.”

Jumping up you ran to your porch to find your driveway completely empty. Your heart sank. Your hands were gripping the steel railing so tight it hurt. You shut your eyes to control your breathing. Wasn't like the older man could open the garage, cause you made it into a yoga studio, sealing off the garage.....so in conclusion he took your car. No correction, he nutted in you and THEN took your car.

Your breathing hitched.

“Now is not the time to hyperventilate girl get it together and FUCK I need a plan b.” The realization of everything was coming at you in waves, you fucked him so good you wore your own self out.

Your pep talk was not working. At all. Who told you to let him nut in you. And now look, your car is fucking gone. And there's nut just swimming around in your uterus. Great. You walked back into the living room slamming the sliding door behind you and sunk into the couch again.

You fucked up big time. And the saddest part of it all, your hand didn't reach for your phone not once to call the cops. A part of you was hoping there was a perfectly reasonable explanation for this. Another part, hurt. Not exactly sure why, but you were foolish enough to believe he really wanted to see you again after one interaction.

Everything about him was so mesmerizing, it was hard to force yourself to not let your mind wonder. You sat there pondering on the situation, ultimately deciding to call the cops, he'd stolen your car after all. Fuck how good he looked.

Before you could lift yourself off the couch, you heard keys jiggling in the door, and then it opened, revealing the man that had been invading your thoughts since you woke up.

You looked over and didn't even realize he had pulled into your driveway, in your car. Standing you glanced towards the driveway and then back at the man who seemed to be frozen in place.

"Explain, now." Was all you said.

He sighed, kicking the door closed behind him, and only then did you realize the food he had in his hand.

"Listen Bella, Im really sorry, after you fell asleep, I literally could not get you to wake up and I still had my son in the shop."

Heat began to rise in your cheeks. 'Oh shit, I took a muscle relaxer before I left the studio.' You thought.

He rubbed the back of his neck before continuing, "I- um I looked at your drivers license." Your eyes widened.

"Joshua that's fucking creepy are you serious, and you're driving my car."

He didn't move, he looked genuinely embarrassed, his cheeks were slightly flushed.

"I know ma and Im really sorry, but I had to get both of y'all home and I just didn't know what else to do, and on the way back here your car had given out on me. I think you need a whole new engine, honestly ."

You scoffed, "don't expect another ride from me mr. mechanic."

His posture eased little, finally placing the bags on the table. "I don't, especially after this." He gestured to himself in your house.

Rolling your eyes you padded over to the table "yea no shit."

Both of you sat at the table, across from each other, you didn't want to be too close to him just yet, your heart was still racing and you didn't want him to take that the wrong way. Little did you realize, your heart was beating for all the wrong reasons anyways actually, that's why you didn't want him near you, any sane person would've told him off and to get out, yet here y'all were.

He leaned back in the chair , trying to read your expression.

"I grew up with 4 older sisters and a single mom, that don't really mean nothing to some people, but to me, it means everything, and I promise you I would have never gone out my way to do this to make sure you was home safe out of malicious intent. I genuinely, genuinely just wanted to make sure you was straight. And if you tell me off and tell me to get out right now I will."

He paused , "I did go and find that engine for you tho, so let me at least fix that for you before you do decide to kick me out."

You stared at him in disbelief. Was he dead serious right now.

You studied his face, the way his brows knitted, the way he had his lips pressed together, but most of all this eyes, piercing right through you. Despite it all, you didn't get any negative energy from him, his eyes held sincerity, and this might've been a mistake, but you asked him to stay.

"You don't have to leave Josh." Your voice was just above a whisper.

He relaxed all the way into the chair, grabbing his chic fil a bag and eating. You sat silently for a second before doing the same.

-

"Where's your son?"

He smiled in between a bite of his food, "school."

"Im sorry I fell asleep on you, I think I took a muscle relaxer, before I left work, obviously not expecting..ya know."

He chuckled lightly at you gesturing towards him.

"Its all good lil mama."

His usually cocky smirk and demeanor had returned, you liked it, too much.

After the two of you finished eating, you cleaned up the trash as he watched you silently.

"If you was just going to stand there and watch me you could've made yourself useful and threw away your own damn trash."

Without missing a beat he responded

"Now why would I want to do that, Ms. yoga instructor.?"

Your heart hammered a bit in your chest, trying to recover, hoping he didn't notice, you put your hand on your hip facing him.

"Mcht, boy please, you lucky I don't call the cops on yo ass right na."

"Again, whyy would you wanna do that mis thang, a brother just tryna help you out."

"Well a brother did break into my house." You shot back.

He laughed, a full laugh that fills the space between you two.

"You got a point, but I was off today, while that boy in school I could start on your car, if you don't mind."

"Of course not, but how did you get it to cut on this morning anyways, since you said last night it cut off again."

"I was able to get it in your driveway and used my truck to give it a jump, it can't sit like that even with a dead engine it'll ruin the spark plugs."

You nodded pretending you had any idea what he was talking about.

"But anyways I figured Id fill up the tank and get breakfast, I had one of my workers order that engine last night and it came at the crack ass of dawn." He filled up your tank?

"Well in that case, you owe me now, for breaking into my home, so chop chop." You clapped your hands ushering the man out the door.

He was laughing all the way to the driveway. " Don't rush me, I might miss a plug , and when you got to turn it on, BOOM."

You smacked his chest " you better the fuck not, Ian rushing you, but uh hurry up, cause I have to go to the store now because of you."

You pouted towards the end of the sentence, but a realization seemed to hit the man. Walking around to the passenger side, he reached into the open window pulling out a bag and tossing it to you over the hood of the car.

As you examine the contents of the bag he began to get to work, propping the hood up, he shook his head reaching into his tool box.

You pulled out a small box from the bag. It was a fucking plan b.

You laughed out loud, causing the man to look up from what he was doing.

He smiled once he seen why you were laughing, "Yea my bad ma, you uh you was not letting up I couldn't help it."

That only caused you to laugh again. He can't be serious.

"Don't blow up my car, I'll be back Mr. Mechanic."

He watched you as you walked back into your house, hips swaying, he knew you weren't doing it on purpose either it was just natural. You just had no idea how much he loved that nickname you gave him 'Mr. Mechanic.'

---

A few hours had passed since Josh had started working on your car, and after what seems to be forever, he sighed heavily, popping the hood close. He was shirtless, sweaty and tired at this point. Maybe you had a thing for dirty niggas cause you'd take him right now if your neighbors weren't outside.

Well maybe not dirty niggas, but damn the sweat dripping off his face, and his dirty ass hands, and the way his pants hung low on his hips, 'damn he looked so fucking good.'

"You staring again ma."

The two of you were positioned much like yesterday when he made that comment, him leaned onto the hood of your car, with you sprawled in your driveway with a book.

You barely read anything, it was really just decoration so you could hide your eyes behind it while you watched the man work. Could anyone blame you for real?

"You look good creep."

You mumbled just loud enough for him to hear you. He smiled, dropping his head and turning around to face the car.

"Come crank it up for me sweetheart."

You obliged, happy to be out the sun, you felt bad to sit around in the house while he was out here working, on his day off at that, so you stayed and kept him company.

As you slid into the drivers seat, you cranked the car, the engine roared to life. Like literally roared. It sounded like a real sports car now. Your eyes widened, smirking.

"That sounds amazing Josh what did you do."

You left it running for a bit as he explained to you the ins and outs of your car, he even puled you around to the front to show you what he did too. He was so proud and even tho he might as well had been speaking mandarin you smiled and nodded nonetheless.

A realization popped into your head. "Don't you gotta go get your son?"

He shook his head, "Nah lil man going with his mom for the weekend."

He saw all the questions, that flashed behind your curious eyes, but you didn't push and he wasn't exactly willing to give up any answers about that so you dropped it.

" I really appreciate everything you've done for me, you scared the hell outta me this morning, Im not gonna lie."

Turning the car off you helped him gather his tools, and headed back inside. "If you hadn't been concerned about what I did, it would've alarmed me Im not gonna lie, I knew I was taking a huge chance, but I know from the bottom of my heart I don't mean no harm, just tryna make a way for me and Jeyce."

"Josh and Jeyce, that is so cute." You grinned.

He smiled "If Im ever blessed enough to find another partner Id keep going with the 'J' names." He added.

The swell in your heart was from the heat right?

---

"You wanna shower? I can make us some lunch, Im starving."

You chuckled already moving towards the kitchen, not waiting for his response.

"I think I might be dreaming honestly." He stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"Why's that Mr. Mechanic."

'There she go with that shit.' He thought.

"You fucked me, like I mean fucked me, and in return I broke into yo house and now you tryna feed me?"

"Well I can't have my stalker and handy man going hungry now can I."

he chuckled, "you a damn fool girl."

You let out a humorous breathe through your nose, "there's towels and wash clothes on the rack behind the door, I don't have any clothes for you tho-

You words were cut off by his lips brushing the back of your neck. You jumped not even realizing he had moved from his position by the door.

"Im not hungry ma, not for what's in the kitchen anyways, come with me, please."

He turned you around to face him, eyes sparkling with lust.

"Say please again." You drawled teasingly, hunger long forgotten.

His eyes gleamed at your words.

"Please baby?"He pouted, making him look like a lost puppy.

That was the push you needed.

His lips found yours again in a slow passionate kiss, you pulled him by the waistband of his black pants, backing into the bathroom.

Your hands fumbled with the shower knob, behind your back. You waisted no time stripping and getting in the shower. Josh watched you slowly, hungrily. You let the hot water blast over you, washing away the sweat and dirt from sitting on the ground.

Josh was right behind you, stepping into the shower behind you, at first he didnt touch you at all. You turned slightly to see him washing his hands under the water, with your soap.

"How thoughtful of you Mr. handy man."

"Can't have you walking around with motor oil on you pretty girl."

You turned all the way around, now facing him. You looked up into his eyes as he looked down on you, and for a moment, as the water rained down on the two of you, everything stopped. Your heart, your breathing, you didn't even blink, he was so incredibly captivating. His eyes held stories and wisdom you were letting your self sink into.

Cupping your face, he bent down and kissed you, ever so lightly. At first you weren't even sure if he'd kissed you, but when you opened your eyes his were closed, and his nose was brushed up against yours.

"You are so handsome Joshua."

His eyes flew open, immediately locking onto yours.

And with that he picked you up in his arms, lips crashing into each others. The kiss was sloppy and aggressive, teeth crashing into each others, but neither of you cared, the tension that had been building all day had finally snapped and he had you back in his arms, as if it had been years. His Bella.

His lips found your neck, the base of your ear, your shoulder, your cheek and back to your lips. He kissed any area of skin the position y'all were in allowed him to. Small whimpers left your mouth as you were coming undone for him.

Today was his turn to fuck you.

He lifted you slightly higher, his hands were holding you up by your ass, his thumb making small circles in the plush skin. His tongue found your sensitive nipples, swirling them in his mouth as he watched you.

"You so pretty ma." He mumbled into your chest. Seeing him like this had you clenching around nothing. You smiled down at him taking his face into your hands as he held you. "I need you to fuck me right now Joshua."

He snapped, flipping you around he held you against the wall, tapping your entrance with his leaking tip. "You so wet for me baby, fuck."

He pushed himself in slowly, filling you up so good. Your hips ached in the best way from yesterday evening, mixed with the new pleasure of this moment was almost overwhelming, but as he pushed himself all the way into you, it was our bliss.

You tried to hold on to the wall for some stability but his pace had gotten fast and sloppy, making you slide, but he held you in place nonetheless. Fucking you hard under the steaming water of the shower. Your eyes were fluttering trying to adjust to him again.

"F- fuck." You breathed out. There was a sensation already building on the pit of your stomach, wanting nothing more than to be released. He unhooked your legs, letting your feet touch the floor now, which gave him perfect view to your backside.

A sight that was, watching it move under the water as he plowed into you. His hands where firm on your waist , eyebrows knitted as he fucked you. Your moans were being swallowed by the sound of the water hitting the tile.

With each thrust he got deeper and deeper, finding the sweet spot in that pretty pussy of yours. He was throbbing inside of you, climax close, but he wasn't done with yet.

He picked you back up in his arms, this time he had you facing him.

Your face was flushed, head hanging low, and he could've fell in love right then and there.

"Put it in for me pretty girl."

His voice was hush and raspy, had your walls fluttering again, your hand reached behind you finding his dick, and sliding it up and down your entrance. The feeling of his tip on your clit making you hiss, bucking your hips. He chuckled darkly, watching you.

"Go head ma, don't play with your food."

You glared at the man a you sunk onto his length, squeezing him into you as you did so. He hissed at your movements, that cocky grin wiped off his face. He should know by now, he playing with fire.

"You really something else, Josh."

He chuckled at the base of your ear nipping at it as he began his lucid movements, his hips bucked into yours. The sound of wet skin filled the air. Your moans were short and breathless, eyes rolled to the back of your head. He hooked his arms under your knees and turned to the side holding you against the wall, the new angle hitting the perfect sweet spot.

You couldn't stop the moans that escaped your mouth, or your nails digging into his shoulders. He didn't seem to care...or notice actually. His faced was too buried in your neck leaving more hickies and whispering little nothings into your ear.

"You love this shit huh Bella?"

"Pretty girl taking all of this dick huh."

"I got you looking like how I did yesterday sweetheart."

"Pretty and fucked out."

He was all but growling, voice low and shaky as he rocked your world. The sensation in your stomach was unraveling, quickly. Your fingers were snaked through his hair, head against the wall.

"Joshhh fuck fuck fuck." You screamed, sounding bouncy and out of breathe.

"Hmm what is it baby, you want to cum?"

Your head was rocking from side to side, not even able to answer him. It felt like tiny fireworks were being let off at the pit of your stomach. His eyes watched you as if looking away meant loosing you forever.

His cock twitched inside you, thick veins throbbing against your silky walls. You clawed at his back as the sensation you were feeling finally snapped, your pussy clamped down on him, as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"S-shit Bella Im finna n-."

He didn't even get his words out before you slid out of his grasp and onto your knees, taking him fully into your mouth, he groaned loudly, immediately gripping the back of your head and face fucking you. Wasting no time plowing into the back of your throat, he tasted so sweet, thanks to you.

The sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat was all you could hear besides the man himself, dragging out each moan as if he'd never been touched before.

Your pussy was sensitive and pulsing still from your orgasm, but the sound of his moans were making your walls flutter slightly. Thrusting his hips one last time he exploded, this time he pulled out enough to watch his nut drip down your face.

"First you played with your food, now you wasting it ma, I thought you knew bet-"

You swallowed him whole again shutting his ass right on up, and swallowed the rest of his essence, letting him out your mouth with a 'pop'.

Neither of you moved for a second, just watched each other, in awe.

"You gon fall asleep in the shower or what."

Rolling your eyes you stood, hips locking up immediately. He held you gently in place, his arm were draped around you holding you to his back.

"Lemme take care of you." He whispered to you and you happily obliged, exhausted, lunch long forgot about.

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⟶ kento food court meet cute

⟶ well hey.. who missed me ;p my first time writing for sir kento nanami NGH i want him bad. ANYWAY sorry for going mia it's been a big week for me u guys i relapsed, i applied for jobs, i got in a car accident, and MOST IMPORTANTLY name change. i go by mio on other socials so from here on out all my shit will be tagged under mio i hope that's not too confusing ;p ALSO im slightly changing the layout of my posts from here on out as in im removing one of the banners ok anyway please enjoy and im very sorry for my absence 💓

cw :: fem!reader, shat this out in abt half an hour, reader wears glasses, possibly ooc!kento look ive never written for him before ALLOW IT, fluff/crack

Kento Nanami detests food courts.

So many loud, bustling people, restaurants selling overpriced, greasy food. He'd much rather pack his lunch in advance and eat it on the go.

However, even with his tight scheduling and near-perfect memory, he can slip and forget. He only realises he’s forgotten when he reaches for his packed lunch and finds nothing but stale air inside his satchel.

He sighs.

His lip curls as he taps against the sticky screen of the menu. He detests fast food, but when it's between Mcdonald's and KFC, he's choosing the latter. Boneless wings combo meal with medium fries and water.

He picks up his meal from the counter with a nod to the woman handing it to him, before turning to find an empty seat.

He furrows his brows. 1PM on a Saturday. Of course it's busy.

Circling around the food court once, twice, he can't find a single empty table. He settles for sharing a larger table with two other individuals eating alone. Sat in silence, and trying not to make eye contact with anyone, he begins eating.

He is about 30% through his meal when someone sits opposite him, and oh, God.

He glances upwards, and suddenly his French fry went down the wrong way and he's coughing, eyes tearing up.

God, how pathetic is he? One glance at a pretty woman and he's choking on his food, taking gulps of his water to wash it down. Even worse, you're staring at him with worry, frozen still as if you're not sure whether to call for help or perform the Heimlich or just offer him some more water.

“... Are you okay?” you say. People are beginning to stare, and he's taking gulps of his water.

“Yes, thank you,” he says hoarsely. “Just went down the wrong way.”

You smile placidly, before turning your attention to your meal. A McDonald’s happy meal. Interesting choice.

He returns to his own food, too. He tries not to stare, but he can't help but steal glasses. The way your hair falls around your face, and the glint of your eyes through your frames, and your manicured nails, and the way you take tiny little bites of your food, and he can't help but know that if he left without speaking to you, or getting your number, he'd be kicking himself for the rest of his life.

Tell her you like her keychains, Kento. Start simple.

“You’re very beautiful.”

Shit. That was not what he meant to say.

You glance up, furrow your brows when you realise he’s looking at you, then you're smiling slightly bashfully. “Thank you!”

His face doesn't betray how horrified he is feeling at his now evident lack of game, rather, he manages to return your sweet little smile. “Do you often eat at food courts?”

“No, not really,” you say. “It's too loud. But I forgot to pack my lunch today.”

Kento can't help but bark out a laugh, clearing his throat when you look up at him in confusion. “Pardon me. It's just that I’m here for the same reason. I can’t stand this place.”

You giggle. “Matching.”

The two of you lapse into silence as you finish eating. You finish your meal before him, but he notices that even after packing up your trash, you're lingering in your seat. This is his chance, and he knows you're thinking the same thing.

He forces his eyes to stay on yours, refusing to let his lack of game drag his gaze away from the beautiful girl before him.

“Would you like to give me your number? Then… maybe we can go to a food court together sometime,” he says.

Fucking hell Kento. ‘Would you like to give me your number?’ Like you're doing her a favour? God, you're seriously going to die al—

You slide a napkin over the table, where you've already scrawled your digits. “Maybe we can go someplace nicer than a food court, huh?”

He blinks owlishly, looking between you and the napkin. He clears his throat. “Of course. I'll… I'll call you.”

You smile once more, sling your bag over your shoulder, and leave without another word.

Kento Nanami loves food courts.

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I need more fake joe pls😭😭🫶🏻

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I've Got You

Joe wakes up to the sound of the shower going, and momentarily, he thinks that maybe he’s dreaming still. Thinks that whatever he was hallucinating whilst he slept sort of leaked into his awake state, a little.

It feels like it’s not even close to the morning yet.

One tap to his phone on his bedside table tells him he’s right. A squinty eye reads it’s not even 2AM yet.

The fuck are you in the shower for?

He knows the answer before his internal monologue has even asked the question. It had only been a few hours since he’d tried to help soothe the pain in your neck and shoulders. A pain that prevented you from turning your head both ways. Prevented you from being able to get comfortable on a sofa, let alone in a bed.

You’d been trying to massage your own neck all day. Joe had caught you with hands softly rubbing at reddened skin a couple of times, trying to alleviate the pain you felt in sore muscles. It started when you slept on it wrong and woke up with a stiff neck, unable to turn all the way to the right, and now it had graduated to the other side as well.

“Can you please go and see someone? Go get a professional massage? Or actual physiotherapy?”

“It’s fine.”

You didn’t even want to look at him.

You knew very well that it wasn’t fine, but you didn’t want to let someone else touch you where it hurt. It was easier to pretend it would just go away on its own in a few days – part of you really did believe that to be true. You sort of had to. And the suffering you’d have to do until then would just make you a stronger, more well-rounded person.

It was all a test of character, you see.

A bit like when you’d have period cramps and would just.... take it. Suffer through. Wouldn’t take anything to help with the pain. You’d just feel it and suffer through and feel a strange satisfaction at being a strong person that can easily deal with shit like that.

You’re a trooper God fucking damn it, and you were going to fucking prove it.

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, et cetera, et cetera.

“You said that three days ago.” Joe dryly argued, and looked at you like he knew he was right. “It’s only gotten worse.”

He was right. But there was no way that this wasn’t the tipping point. The only way from here was up. Had to be up.

“No it hasn’t.”

It had.

“Look how far I can turn my head to the right without any pain…” you demonstrated to prove your point but turned your head very slowly and so very carefully that it made Joe laugh.

“Who exactly are you trying to convince here?” he shook his head, not quite believing how ridiculous you were being.

It was easy to ignore him though.

“Couldn’t do this yesterday, it’s definitely getting better.”

You let fingertips softly push into flesh that hurt much worse before, and pretended the other side of your neck wasn’t actively killing you as the muscles there twisted and stretched.

Joe eyed you for a second, and then suddenly got up. He’d known you for long enough to know that pushing you meant pushing you away, which was the last thing he wanted to do.

But he did want to help.

“Will you let me have a feel?”

“What?” the way you flinched at the suggestion spoke volumes. The way you winced right after maybe even more so. “Help... help how?”

“You’re in good hands.” Joe was already moving across, a hand waving you over, and the strength of acting like you were fine somehow weighed heavier than the panic of having Joe touch you where you were hurting.

Barely, though.

Only just.

Joe sat down on the sofa, scooched all the way against the back, tapping his hand between his opened legs.

“Come sit.”

You hesitated for just a second too long.

“I won’t hurt you.”

“I know you won’t,” you lied, convinced he was absolutely going to if you let him near you, so you softly added, “Just... be gentle, okay?”

That made Joe’s chest ache. It was one thing to see your girlfriend in pain. It was a whole other to have her be fearful of being hurt even more by the hands that only want to desperately make better.

“Of course. C’mon. I’ve got you.”

You sat down between Joe’s legs, right on the edge of the sofa, and it took a couple of deep breaths for you to try and relax as much as you were able to. And Joe was clever about his touches. Grabbed you by the biceps first to squeeze your arms there for a moment, moving them up and down, shaking you about slightly to check how easily you’d move with him.

“Would you just... trust me?”

You kind of wish you could, but you genuinely couldn’t. Which wasn’t Joe’s fault. You wouldn’t trust anyone with this, really.

“Have I ever hurt you before?” Joe tried making a point but failed spectacularly. His question made your brain immediately find a memory Joe thought you’d forgotten about.

“Yea you kneed me in the vag once, remember, and–”

“Oh my God, intentionally! Have I ever hurt you intentionally before? No. I haven’t.”

You stayed silent for a moment, secretly smiling to yourself before Joe quietly went, “Have I?”

“No.” you confirmed, then, your voice revealing your smile. “You haven’t. I’m just... here, this bit? It’s getting better, I swear, but it’s almost just... painful to the touch and I–”

You couldn’t help the miniature bit of movement as Joe let fingertips skim across where you were gesturing. Joe noticed it, but you corrected yourself immediately, slinking back down slightly.

“Yea this feels hot...”

“It’s because I’ve been rubbing, I think.”

“Does it burn?”

“A little.”

A lot, actually. But you understood that abnormal tenderness of strained muscles would do that. It wasn’t like you’d never had a sore neck before. You just didn’t remember ever having it be so severe. Have it last so long.

For a couple of minutes, maybe five, six, Joe did as promised. Used gentle fingers, soft pressing touches that hurt when he found the wrong – the right – spots.

It actually felt nice.

Every time you flinched, he moved his fingers to different spots, and Joe felt how you slowly relaxed more under his massaging hands.

And it was just then.

Just when you thought you could lean back a little and fully slacken into his front, suddenly, a thumb harshly pressed into sore tissue and made lightning explode behind your eyes.

“Ahh– Stop, stop, stop.”

Joe did.

Immediately.

“Sorry! Sorry.”

Hands moved down to rub at your arms again for a moment, trying his best to regain the little bit of trust he’d just lost.

“Hurts.”

“I know, sorry. I’ve got you.”

You felt a tiny little apologetic kiss of lips that barely touched your shoulder before Joe let his fingers trail back up. Slowly, he got you back into that same state where he could feel you were relaxed enough to let him get some actual work done.

Your frown was there to stay, though.

It only took about a minute for him to make a similar move, one he knew would make you lurch forward like you just had done. He knew it would be received just as bad, if not worse. Knew the touch wouldn’t feel very kind, but, Jesus fucking Christ, how else could he convince you to go see an actual doctor?  

This next move wasn’t going to make him very popular, he was well aware.

Joe drove a thumb into a bit of flesh that had no business feeling as sore as it did, and, he was right.

“Ow stop!! Be fucking gentle! Did I not just say that it hurts?” You moved forward and turned your whole torso to look at him over your shoulder, face in a deep frown, betrayed and offended and hurt.

“Do you want me to fix it or not?” Joe said, hands hovering over your shoulders, voice and facial expression much less caring and apologetic than you were expecting him to be.

“You’re pushing your whole hand in between my bones, how is that fixing it?!”

“Lean back, I know what I’m doing.”

Joe tried to use a firm grip to move you to where he wanted you and quickly got his hands back on you.

Everything inside of you screamed no.

You wanted soft slow touches that barely grazed your skin. Massaging fingers that you appreciated but that didn’t really do anything. Just nice, kind fingertips. None of this.

“It’s this bit, this is the worst of it.”

A single hand to your neck made you flinch up and out of the spot between Joe’s legs.

“Oh piss off– done. I’m done. You’re done, that hurts. You’re hurting me, I can’t–”

“Babe you need to– it’s bad. There’s no other way to get rid of it without biting that bullet.”

“Fuck you, I asked you to be gentle and you’re deliberately hurting me.”

“I’m trying to help you! I don’t want to listen to you wince every time you make the smallest little bit of movement in bed tonight.”

“Fine. You won’t have to. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“Oh yea, ‘cause that’ll surely fix it.”

“Shut up. I’ll be fine.”

“Fine. You’re wrong. But fine. Whatever.”

Joe had gone to bed that night, and had waited for you to eventually find your way over and slip under the covers after you’d cooled down enough. You would, he knew, because you always did. But then he’d fallen asleep as he twiddled his thumbs, and now, the sound of a shower had pulled him back into consciousness.

Have you even gone to bed at all?

With a deep sigh that graduates into a yawn, Joe lets himself roll out of bed to check what’s going on. Stiff hips take a few steps to ease up as he makes his way over to you.

Joe opens the bathroom door and is hit with a cloud of steam. The contrast in temperature is intense - you’ve turned the bathroom into an actual sauna, revealing to Joe that you’ve already been in there for a good while.

“Hey, are you...” Joe starts, but stops when he sees you stood in the shower, a hot steaming stream of water hitting you right where he knows you’re in the most pain.

Your skin colours bright red.

And you’re crying.

You’re actively, but extremely unsuccessfully, holding back sobs.

Part of you hates that you woke up your boyfriend, but a large part of you is pleased to have someone there to take the reins.

The look on your face is one Joe hasn’t seen before. Not on your face, anyway. There’s absolutely no strength left - just... sheer desperation. A wobbly mouth and red-rimmed bleary eyes that make you look like you’re not fully mentally there.

“Hey...” Joe coos, stepping into the room fully now, one arm already tucking into his T-shirt so he can take it off. “Is it that bad?”

“I d-don’t know what t-to do...” you stutter through your words, and Joe’s heart cracks right down the centre.

If you’ve stopped acting like you’re fine, it means it’s serious.

“I j-just want to sleep. I can’t get into any position for more than 30 seconds without wanting to move, and I... my head, it’s... non-stop, this is... it’s non-stop...” you’re heaving, practically hyperventilating, trying to remain quiet still because it’s the middle of the night and you have neighbours, but, what the fuck, nothing you’ve tried to alleviate the pain is working.

The shower was your last resort, and the water helps a little, but not nearly enough to feel comfortable in any way.

Joe pulls his T-shirt over his head and lets it drop to the floor, not hesitating for a second as he gets into the shower with you. Unsure hands hover around you a little at first, afraid to touch you and make it worse.

He doesn’t want to make it worse, but his girlfriend is crying in the shower under scalding hot water in the middle of the night because her neck hurts and all he wants to go is make it go away.

“What do I.... what do I do?” Joe asks softly, hoping that you have an answer.

“I don’t know... I don’t...” you’re spasming through breaths as Joe turns the temperature of the water down to more of a sensible heat. Something that won’t make a layer of his skin slide off after a minute or two.

“Soft touches? Like before?” Joe needs to have you agree before he feels like he can touch you. He’s no doctor. All the knowledge on massages that he’s got is from when he gotten massaged himself.

“Can you... can you just...” you sob, one hand reaching out to grab onto one of Joe’s who’s extremely glad he’s about to get an instruction.

You move Joe’s hand up to your face and try to place it over your jaw.

“Can you hold my head?”

Joe obliges immediately, even though he doesn’t know how this helps at all. With both hands cupping your face he spreads his fingers wide and flexes his triceps to take the full weight of it.

“Hold your head? Like this?”

You close your eyes at the instant relief.

“Oh, my God,” you sigh, and for whatever reason, it just makes you cry more.

Joe’s underwear darkens more when he leans in to press kisses to the parts of your face his hands aren’t covering. He shouldn’t be able to taste the salt of your tears through all this shower water, he thinks.

He also thinks you genuinely might need a neck brace.

“That feel better?”

“Please can do you this all night?” you keep your own hands folded over his to make sure they stay where they are.

“Stay like this?”

Yea, he’s gonna see if he can find one of those foam neck braces tomorrow. If you don’t want to go see a doctor, then at least there’ll be that, and he knows you’ll hate it because it’ll look funny, but God. At least there’ll be that.

That, and every over-the-counter painkiller under the sun.

He’ll fight you if you won’t take any.

Joe can feel the minor adjustments you’re making in his hands, moving with him enough to keep yourself aligned exactly right for you to fully relax everything between your jaw and your chest.

“I’ll just sleep here, like this,” you joke, and Joe can’t help the little laugh that startles out of him.

“Go ahead,” Joe smiles against your forehead, knowing that there’s little chance you’ll actually sleep standing up like this.

But then he sees the way your face relaxes. How the lines in your forehead disappear. How your lips go a bit funny in between his palms.

“I’ve got you...” he whispers. Means it.

He hasn’t gone through months of push-ups and pull-ups for fucking nothing, so it seems.

“I’ve got you.”

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hey dude kinda wanted to complain about stuff. I’m aroallo I don’t date or do partners and im a man and the only other kinda queer I am is a little bit gay cause men are pretty and well the not ace part and all that but I’m not like feminine and stuff so when queer people see me they kind of single me out as like not actually queer cause I just look like some guy and well I am some guy and I’m not gay in the way they consider actually gay because of the whole no partnering thing on top of that I don’t really like feminine men or non binary men I’ve got pretty specific preferences when it comes to alot of stuff so idk I kind of feel left out alot

I got kicked out of alot of groups and stuff especially growing up people would try to make me like “more queer” I guess insisting that I should like try dating men and involving myself with like fem men men with more complicated genders or men who didn’t have dicks and it wasn’t really my style alot of people saw me as like something to be fixed or kicked out and when I didn’t act or do what they wanted they lowkey booted me saying I was scaring the other people in the group and making people uncomfortable actually that happened way more then once.

I tried making myself try alot of things I didn’t want to do or be or be with because of it and it’s been years since all that but something recently brought it up again and even if it’s not as direct I still feel excluded usually so I just wanted to like whine about it a little in your inbox lol.

One thing was a while back I used to make pins and badges with flags for everyone cause I thought If I did people wouldn’t be as scared of me it didn’t work but years later I still do it just because and I ended up giving a couple out recently just cause and my friends now we’re really happy and they don’t treat me like some kind of threat and it’s real nice they even hugged me like alot and they still do it like randomly or whenever I lean in or ask for one! Just so casually it’s really nice I’ve never really gotten held or hugged like that before I got really shy at first actually lol my recent friends they don’t mind what I am they’re sweet I showed them the aroallo flag and they were so nice they were trying to guess what it was and I told them it was the most like casual chill reaction I’ve ever gotten explaining it to someone.

I’m still kind of processing the fact I like men and it’s hard cause I don’t know I’ve sort or been doing on my own cause I’ve gotten kicked from so many places and sure I’ve got friends now but I don’t feel like safe mentioning that part or admitting it’s something I still struggle with and havnt really come to terms with I’m realizing I never really let myself think about men in any kind of gay way and when I try I get mad and embarrassed disgusted and a whole mess of emotions and like being ignored and treated like a threat kind of messed me up and made it even hard r to admit and focus on what I want I guess I’ve been so focused on being palatable in queer spaces I couldn’t actually be queer in them.

last thing let me know if I worded something off I try to like explain preferences without saying something wrong or like exclusionist yknow but sometimes I get things mixed up and I don’t know like alot of titles and like ways to be so let me know if I worded something wrong

Anyway if you post this can you tag it with a sunflower emoji or yellow heart so I can find it later please. And if other Aro blogs want to like respond to or say something that’d be really nice thanks for reading all this I know it was a lot of text

anon you have so many of my condolences for your treatment by other members of the queer community. I hope you find the people who understand you in the future

[curly-fry-3]

Dean x Daughter!reader can you do this? Reader and Dean get caught in a hunt and it's a vampire or demon who wants revenge on Dean. They hurt the reader and Dean goes into protective dad mode.

𖦹Protection𖦹

summary𖦹 Dean goes crazy after hearing you got taken

pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

word count𖦹 1275

notes𖦹 I feel like I haven't written in forever omg I hope this is good

Dean was starting to get worried. Usually you'd be home from school by now but you're nowhere in sight. You'd been gone for an extra two hours and Dean was pacing around the tables in the library. Maybe you were just out having fun and forgot to tell him, or you're breaking rules and don't want him to know (either way you'd be in trouble) but Dean has a really bad feeling. His mind is constantly going; what if you're hurt, what if someone took you–or something.

Your location was turned off, he had already checked multiple times. Why was it off? You always kept it on, it's Dean’s number one rule. He didn't even have time to worry about you running around town disobeying him, he should be researching the demon case with Sam.

After a couple more minutes of pacing he decides to check your location again. He's shocked to find out that it's turned back on and you're a couple cities over…in a warehouse–The exact warehouse that Sam had tracked the demons to. Shit. The worst thing that could possibly happen, happened. He promised you that he would keep you safe, but you got taken while on your way home from school. 

Dean is already getting his shoes on, grabbing his gun, and knife when he gets a call from you. He quickly answers as he continues making his way out the bunker, “Y/N?”

Your shaky voice responds “Dad…I'm not hurt but I will be if you don't show up within the next two hours.”

He rushes out to the impala the second he hears your voice. He can tell you've been crying and that the call is being monitored by someone else, “sweetheart, i'm gonna be there. It's all gonna be ok. I won't let them touch you”

He can hear you take anxious deep breaths. “I'm scared, they grabbed me while I was walking–” Dean listened as the phone is taken from you and passed around the room

At this point, he is already speeding down the freeway with his phone tightly gripped up against his ear, waiting for any noise to come from the other line. He was gonna kill them. He was gonna kill them all. God, how could he let you get taken like this. He should be able to protect you, that's his job. You're scared and it's his fault. Everytime he thinks about how terrified your voice sounded, his foot presses harder on the gas.

After a couple minutes of silence, Dean hears a man's voice on the phone “you still there Dean? Oh, I can picture your face now. You look a little constipated when you get angry”

“You touch her and your dead” He seethes 

The demon laughs lightly, “We’ll just have to see about that, won't we? I have a feeling shes a screamer”

He presses harder on the gas and continues driving with a white knuckle grip on the wheel, “You won't be getting to test that theory”

The demon sighs out in annoyance, “Really dean? You wanna be the one giving orders when I have your daughter tied up? I thought you were smarter than that. Just remember, you only have an hour left” 

The line goes dead and Dean throws his phone across the bench seat in anger, breaking it. He just has to focus on getting there and saving you, he can wallow in his guilt when he knows you're ok.

After about another forty minutes of driving, Dean swerves into the dirt lot in front of the warehouse and storms in, stabbing every demon who interrupts his path. He has to find you and get you out, he doesn't need you to see him ripping that asshole demon limb from limb. 

He was in the middle of taking his knife out of the chest of a demon when he heard you whimpering and being told to shut up. He rushes in the direction of your voice and makes his way into a large open room with dirty concrete floors. He immediately notices you tied up with rope in a chair in the center of the room. There was one other demon with you, probably the man on the phone. 

You notice him immediately and yell out “Dad!”

The demon turns toward you and covers your mouth with duct tape. “Do you know how many times ive had to tell her to shut up? You winchesters are so annoying” He asks Dean

He grips his knife tighter “you said you wouldn't hurt her if I came, im here, so back off”

The demon ignores his request and stays firmly planted in his standing position next to the chair, “always so demanding, gets me hot”

Dean grits his teeth “did you kidnap my daughter just to flirt with me? What the hell do you want?”

The man huffs out in fake exhaustion, “Revenge, obviously?”

“I dont want to burst your bubble, but I have no clue who the fuck you are” He states firmly

The demon gasps dramatically “You wound me. Did our long, sexually charged, wrestle match back in boston mean nothing to you”

He rolls his eyes angrily “buddy I don't remember you”

“You will after this” the demon then pulls a knife from behind his back and brings it up to your neck, putting just enough pressure to barely break skin. “Now, i'm gonna gut her infront of you”

Dean watches as the knife presses harder against you while deciding what would be the safest way for you to get out of this. He watches your pained expression as you frantically try to breathe through the duct tape. He pulls his arm back and uses all his strength to throw the knife into the demon's chest. The man falls to the floor with a pained gasp before the light flickers and the demon is officially dead. 

As soon as the man drops to the ground, Dean races over to you. Kneeling on the ground, he carefully pulls the tape away from your mouth. You take a deep breath when your mouth is no longer obstructed. “Dad!”

“Sweetheart, you're ok, I'm here, they're all dead. You're safe” He comforts as he unties the rope around your wrists and ankles.

The second you’re free from the rope, you throw your arms around Dean and melt into his arms. He can feel you crying against his shoulder, wetting his shirt sleeve. He kisses your forehead, pulling you further into his embrace while rubbing soothing circles into your back. “I'm here, princess. We can go home now. You're not gonna leave my sight, ok?”

You take quick, shaky breaths, trying to calm your crying, and nod against his shoulder. “Yeah, I wanna go home”He tugs you closer to his chest, with his arm supporting under your knees, and picks you up bridal style. You clutch onto the lapels of his jacket as he walks you out to the car and puts you in the passenger seat. About halfway into the drive back, you're asleep against him with his arm wrapped around you, playing with your hair to help calm you down. For the next couple of weeks you wouldn't leave Dean's side; following him around the bunker, sitting in the passenger seat every time he drove, and sleeping with him every night. That night was probably the scariest moment of both your lives, and Dean knows he can never let it happen again. For the time being, he’ll homeschool you to make sure you're safe, but he hopes eventually he can give you the normal life you deserve.

sorry if there are any typos

@areswasneverhere @mfstargirlsworld @childofjove

[amethystedream]

part one — part two — part three — part four !

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

satoru felt like he was losing his damn mind. his brain couldn’t process what utahime was saying fast enough for him to form a coherent response before she shut the door in his face, but he figured he deserved that even if he had actually tried to say anything at all.

his thoughts were a jumbled mess, though one thing he had clear: he had this coming. he’d been selfish and self-indulgent, thinking he’d get away with not talking about his feelings as if they weren’t constantly slapping him across the face, not that utahime had noticed anyway.

after a solid minute of him standing at her closed door like an idiot, he finally snapped back from his thoughts, knocking desperately on the wood.

“hime, come on. open the door, you didn’t even let me say anything,” he tried to speak loud enough that she’d be able to hear him even if she was at the very back of her dorm, but he was still met with silence, which only made his knocking start to turn into pounding. “look, okay—i know i deserve this, you’ve every right to be mad at me but at least hear me out? don’t be like this, please,”

hearing nothing in return, he sighed, leaning his forehead against the door. he waited for about another minute, but still—no answer.

“i’m sorry—i’m really fucking sorry, utahime. i know i’ve been an idiot, and i know i’ve been confusing you, i’ve been… fucking selfish, and i know it. i really wish i could tell you how i feel, but i don’t want to do it through a door i’m not even sure you’re listening to,” he shook his head slightly, pulling back from the door and looking at it for a moment, hoping she’d open, “you’re gonna make me do it anyways, won’t you?” a small laugh left his lips, forgoing the bit of decency he’d actually tried to have not to use his technique so he could see if she was at least by the door, which— she was.

“look, i… fuck— i do have feelings for you, okay? i don’t even know how or when did this happen, but… i do, and i’m sorry for not saying anything, i’m sorry for acting like i’d been without telling you how i felt, i really am. i’d try and make up some lame excuse but i really don’t have any. i know i’m probably only making shit worse but at least i want you to know that i was aware, and that i’m sorry” he sighed, turning his back to the door, leaning against it as he slid down.

“you’ve always stirred complicating emotions im me, hime— i’ve just… i’ve never known how to deal with it, and i know i’ve been hurting you because of it, i’m not trying to justify myself,”

utahime was crying silently, sitting by the door to as she listened to him, willing herself not to give in, this sudden confession was not what she needed nor what she deserved, and she was tired. why couldn’t he just leave her alone?

“you never told me how you felt either, though… i’m still not quite sure what you actually want from me, i… i really wish you’d tell me too. i’ve told you now, haven’t i?” satoru felt as if he was talking to himself at this point, mindlessly voicing out all the thoughts that were swirling around in his head, “i really do like you, hime. i should have said it sooner, i know that. i just— i was— no, i am a mess. i’ve been a mess since everyone left and the higher ups started putting all the responsibilities on me, i’ve had to deal with a lot and i couldn’t be bothered with trying to understand my own feelings, but i swear, they’re there— they’re all for you, hime. i really don’t want to lose you… i can make things right, if you’d let me— take you out on a real nice date… would you like that? we could go to that place you had been talking about, and i could tell you about all the sappy shit i think about you constantly—“

his little speech was abruptly interrupted with the open of a door, making him fall backwards, wincing as he looked up to utahime, who was holding the door open with an unimpressed look in her tear-stricken face. her eyes were red, and he could hear a light sniffle, but nothing ever stopped the permanent glare she always directed at him ever since they were teenagers.

“get your ass off the floor, satoru,” she said, sighing in annoyance at him. he quickly scrambled off the floor, standing up as he looked at her with an apologetic expression.

“i appreciate all that stuff you said, but i’m really tired of all this. i think i’ve been quite obvious with the way i’ve felt for you all this time and i won’t say it, you don’t— you don’t get to hear it,” she huffed, looking away from him, “i just can’t keep doing this, satoru”

his face mirrored pure desperation, his eyes pleading as he looked at her, opening his mouth to damn near beg her, but she beat him to it, “no, satoru—please, just… leave me alone”

“hime, come on—“

“i said no, satoru! you can’t expect me to cave just because you said you liked me, even less when you only said it because i snapped at you! why the fuck couldn’t you tell me like a normal person? why did i have to force it out of you, satoru?”

he was once again speechless for a moment, his mouth briefly opening and closing as he tried to say something, “it was not like that, utahime, look— i’m sorry, please,”

“just leave, satoru. please,” she was tired, her tone soft and pleading despite having every right to keep screaming at him.

he sighed, knowing that nothing would get fixed if he kept insisting. he looked at her for a moment, his eyes regretful and apologetic.

“i’m really sorry, hime. i’ll… i’ll leave, for now, but— i really want to fix this,” with that, he finally stepped back, hearing the door shut behind him as he left. the walk back to his quarters was suffocating, his mind going a mile a minute, trying to find a way to fix things. he knew he had to give her some time and space, but he felt fucking desperate to talk things over and be able to have her in his arms again. he was in for a rough few weeks, he figured…

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

maybe this will be finished in a couple more parts, hope you’re liking it so far!

[odileeclipse]

BYE I forgot to sign off my🃏anon status.... It was me that talked about how to fix your posting problem LMAO happy to help! I ate up the chapters anyways they were SO GOOD

anyways. onto the fun stuff. I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY?????? With the new chapter, does this mean that the cookie closest to MC is technically Earl Grey? Then again, it makes sense, because Earl Grey has that stability to back up MC's nervous thoughts and general lack of self esteem that Chai Latte generally doesn't have. Kinda like they complete each other? How they are complete opposites but can bounce off each other so well.

I think you did a wonderful job creating the sense of disconnect the Sage feels when seeing MC with someone that's similar to him but NOT him, and how he feels out of place in the friend group for just a moment. It gives a sense of realism because to think that the person you want to get to know and want to see all their possible sides has other people who have seen them more intimately than he ever did. OUGHHH The jealousy was GLORIOUS I loved it very much. It showed Sage that although the MC is someone slowly creeping in the cracks of his heart, he has to face the fact that they may treat others as warmly or even more warmly than him. That their relationship isn't as mutually exclusive as he once deemed it to be.

It makes me wonder if before they (MC) might have developed just a small crush on Earl Grey???? Or maybe the other way around. The kind that was fleeting and was overshadowed by their camaraderie, mostly.... or it could just be a Jo and Laurie (Little Women) thing where the feelings were there, but MC or Earl Grey confused the other as the love of their life instead of the light of their life.

This makes for a really, really good dynamic though since Earl Grey and Shadow Milk are very similar, and this may be a cause for Doubt for the Sage since right now he and MC have this unseen gap they can't bridge partly due to how MC still sees him in a higher than life itself light due to their insecurity that they may never reach his level as equals. UGHHHH ODI YOUR STORY IS WONDERFUL HANDS DOWN

apologies for the long yap I really really enjoyed this sm and analyzed it down to the very letter 😭, I hope you continue on blessing us with this wonderful writing. I'll eagerly await it!! Always take your time though, and take breaks!!

-🃏

My computer shut down as I was replying and my answer got deleted im gonna crash out

But like I was saying...MC isn’t necessarily closer to one friend over the others their group is balanced, with each person playing a role that complements the rest. Earl Grey may be the grounding one, offering stability when MC’s insecurities spiral, but that doesn’t make him the closest, just the most steadying presence. Chai Latte brings warmth and energy, while Hazelnut, though not as much screen time(writing time), is the glue that holds them all together his absence is always felt, even if he isn’t always the most vocal all the time. Their dynamic works because they complete each other, each friendship filling in the gaps where the other might not. And while there may have been a time when MC and Earl Grey wondered if their bond could be something more, they naturally settled into friendship, realizing that loving each other platonically simply made the most sense.

For Shadow Milk Cookie, though, that balance is something he can’t quite slip into. He sees the way MC fits so naturally with their friends, the way their dynamic is effortless, and for a moment, he feels like an outsider looking in. He may share similarities with Earl Grey, but it only makes the contrast sharper MC never placed Earl Grey on a pedestal, never hesitated the way they do with him. And that divide, however unintentional, lingers like an unspoken truth between them. And even further down the line, even when they themselves (MC and SMC) feel there is no divide between them, the reality is there always will be a line between them, not because they can't work through it but because it's not easy to take someone off a pedestal.

[xxsinisterbunniexx]

Super cutesy, caring hyper fem reader and x virus post you wrote today completely melted me!! I wasn't the one who requested it but can I request the Ej version of it? 🌹🧎‍♂️

Ask and ye shall receive 😌 (but like a month later IM SORRY LMAO)

♡ྀི Eyeless Jack x Hyperfeminine! Reader ♡ྀི

NSFW below the cut!

𖤐 from the second he saw you he immediately thought you were adorable

𖤐 he was very drawn in by how soft you were, how it contrasted him

𖤐 at the same time it made him nervous, he was so scared of breaking you

𖤐 but then he realized he could protect you, especially since he felt such a need to do so

𖤐 loves it when you let him help pick outfits, makeup, nails, hair, really any of it

𖤐 if you make him a little bracelet or put little stickers on his face, he’ll keep it on and he doesn’t care who makes fun of him (mostly Jeff and Ben)

𖤐 he also doesn’t let anyone make fun of you

𖤐 if someone puts you down for being hyperfeminine or implies you’re stupid it’s ON

𖤐 even if you’re super traditionally feminine he still won’t let you be the only one doing all the housework or cleaning

𖤐 but best believe he would open doors, pump your gas, or do anything else that’s considered traditionally masculine

NSFW

𖤐 so very gentle

𖤐 unless you’re ovulating, then you’re getting pounded into next week

𖤐 he really has a thing for “breaking you in”

𖤐 like even if you’re not a virgin, he thinks you’re just so delicate and dainty that he has to get you used to it

𖤐 like he has to make you come at least 5 times before he even thinks about putting it in

𖤐 sliding another finger in and shushing you like “ohhhh, I know, baby”

𖤐 he wraps his arm under you and holds you closely so he can go deeper

𖤐 he LOVES pushing you to your knees and coming all over your pretty little face

𖤐 watching you do your makeup turns him on

𖤐 he loves your cute outfits almost as much as he loves taking them off, it’s like unwrapping a present to him

𖤐 I’ve said before he has a breeding kink

𖤐 especially if you’re hyperfeminine

𖤐“you were made to take this cock”

𖤐 the idea of getting you pregnant makes him more feral than he already is

Hope you enjoyed :3

[wings-of-ink]

hi lunan.

after reading some older tumblr posts i came across some, who discussed the personality stats. i hope its alright, if i add my thoughts about them, even if the topic is older.

im split on personality stats/bars in IF´s. on the one hand i like that personality stats enables the author to include slight variations for the same choice. e.g. "agree to the plan"; a cautious MC would mention, how it makes sense and its a good plan/\a reckless MC would complain, how they would prefer to simply storm the gates, but admit, that this would be foolish, even for them.

on the other hand i feel that personality stats/bars, which can change during the whole game just adds additional things for the player to watch out. i usually have a character already in mind (+their personality) and often in IF´s i had the case of wanting to choose a specific option, but this would lead to my character suddenly switching their personality completely (e.g. i had a sincere MC; at some point i had a choice, where i teased a strong character, how it would have been easy to carry MC. suddenly my sincere MC turned into a sarcastic one).

i only played one IF, where i really enjoyed personality stats/bars (in other IF´s im more neutral). for the first few chapters you are able to influence your MC´s personality and change it around. after a certain point, the personality gets locked in and the bars turns into descriptions: example => from 65% sincere & 35% sarcastic to "You are usually quite sincere, but are also able to make some jokes from time to time." this way, you have a locked in personality to be used for variation in the text (in this case sincere), while also giving the player enough roleplay freedom to still choose opposite choices. and maybe after some big event, you can offer the player a choice to switch part of their personality.

again, i hope its ok if i share my thoughts about this.

thank you for your answer.

You are totally good, my dear. Even if the topic was hot in my corner a while ago, it's still really relevant for all IFs all the time.

I also appreciate a lock-in personality after so long. Like you, I've had that happen before where the MC shifts harder than I'd like. On one side, someone might like a completely adjustable personality since people can change and become someone new. But that is only good for the player if that's their intent for their MC. This doesn't accommodate, like in your example, the MC merely reacting situationally.

I think for GC, I've found a natural break in where the personality is developing. I had it in mind that not every choice would alter the stats because I wanted to give MCs that ability to react differently to things like danger or stress without changing their stats. People can react differently depending on who's involved and what the stakes are. Sometimes a reserved MC can have a sharp tongue and fangs that they don't hesitate to use when threatened. Sometimes an assertive person knows when they need to use a bit more finesse.

It's a hard balance to strike really since you're juggling immersion, flexibility - but not too much, and many different possible interpretations. That was part of why I debated about trying something that begins as more static (with more unique "flavors"), but is still changeable intermittently. I'd like to go a little deeper than just changing flavor text for personality at times. But, that's something to play with in another project!

Another thing to consider, as I was chatting with another friend about, is MC age. Most IFs feature young MCs, usually in their 20s. This decade of your life can be very changeable and formative and it probably resonates more with the majority of readers. So if an IF featured someone, say, in their 30s or 40s or beyond, do you think the same personality systems might apply and be satisfying?

I think some of that depends on how strong of a sense of self one has formed. For me, my 20s were...a living hell with pockets of joy and small victories. My 30s have been, not easy at all, but I feel that who I really am has finally risen to the surface. There are many things I have broken free of the kept me back in my 20s. I both am the same and not. I am Lunan 3.0, lol. I don't know if that's the same for others, but I feel like most have a firmer sense of self in their 30s that wouldn't change as much (without proper pressure/tragedy). This is something that I want to play with in a future project someday as well.

Anyway, that was a bit of a tangent there, but it's a super fun topic! It'll be neat to see how creators push the personality-creation and integration forward in the future! Thanks for writing in, dear! ^_^

[richardsphere]

Ok its not broken on my end. So do you mind if I (at least temporarily until you can double-check it) provide a transcription? I think that we should probably look at both the "alya pushes mari to be honest" and the "the three decide to give Adrien the power in the first place" scenes for full context as to both: -The show's own position on the morality of this hypothetical future course of action. -The mechanics of the memory erasure incident. Starting with the "let's give Adrien a conceptual destruction ability" scene: --- Ladybug: "this time to repair things. We have to destroy them." Chat: "But isn't that wrong" Rena: "No, because it is meant to give people the ability to choose wether to share their secret or not," (turns directly to camera, voice stresses the following line for emphasis) 'and that's repairing things' (mari looks uncomfortable, she sort of slightly shrinks in on herself and makes a sound im fairly certain is her swallowing her courage? Looks down in tiny bit of contemplation and then gains resolve. Walking over to Chat) She takes his hand in a supportive gesture. LB:"You're a good person, Kitty. Trust yourself." CN: "But how do I do it" (doubt in voice) LB: "Remember, there is always room to evolve." Chat finds his resolve. CN: "Cataclysm"(hand begins glowing. Tiny black hole pellet apears. Spiritbomb power-up sequence. Gust of wind and a tiny tremor goes through the street they're standing on) "Miraculous Chat Noir" Black cloud flies around in a circle, turns back towards Rena who closes her eyes in acceptance/resolve for what is about to happen. A reprise of the "everything is fixed" miraculous ladybug tune plays in the background. CN: "Did it work" RN:"Did what work?" LB: "Well done Chat Noir" RN: "Did I miss something?" LB: "Only a part of it" Then we get the keychain hand-off, but no further talk within this scene about the amnesia-power as we cut to Lila's Lair. --- OK... that's weird... The 'did i miss something' implies she might've also forgotten consenting to having her memory erased? But LB makes it clear that she only forgot 'a part' without clarifying how big that part is. But it also makes it clear that it's explicitly only a part of the events of the day she has forgotten. This scene (on its own) kind of supports both our positions in a "from a certain point of view" kind of way. One thing i do know is that at least the text of this scene implies that My position corresponds with the writers re: "removing the memory allows Adrien the chance to choose for himself whether he wants people to know about his private life". Because that is exactly the sentiment Alya expresses. You're free to disagree with the writers, but My hypothetical at least feels in line with their textual position.

Moving onto the post-lila beach scene: --- Nino and Adrien are playing a ballgame in the water. Marinette and Alya are on the beach with the parasol. Alya:"You know you can tell me if something's wrong" Mari:"I know everything's fine" Alya: "May I remind you i'm a personal lie detector and it's flashing red?" Mari: "I know you can't stand secret's and lies Alya. But... I dont want you to hate me". Alya: "Me, hate you? I hope you're kidding. There's one truth I know about you. You have a big heart. And I know that whatever you do, you do it for people's own good. Sure you make mistakes sometimes, we all do but you always set them right. So don't think of it as a lie or a secret, just think of it as something that is hard to tell." Either Adrien or Nino (i am not familiar enough with the spanish voices to be sure): "Are you coming in the water or what" Alya: "Whenever you're ready to take the plunge, i'lll be there for you" --- Once again, this scene doesnt really conclude either way between us. It could be she's reading Mari's body language and making educated guesses, or it could be she's trying to guide mari based on a half-memory because she knows that something mari is keeping shouldnt be a secret in the first place. But it also implies that Alya knows marinette is "making a mistake", as if she (partly) remembers marinette explaining her reasoning and disagreeing with it. But luckily we have 1 more scene. After the end of episode splash-screen. We get the yoyo-logo zoom and another scene. --- Alya is holding a picture of her and marinette. Alya: "Why would I hate you Marinette" Trix: "Right, you'd never" (dont know the voice well enough to know if this is legitimate or if this is Tryxx being sassy and back-handed) Alya: "Her burden is probably too heavy Trix, I have to figure out how to help her" Fade to black --- And once more its not clear wether Alya is responding to marinette's insistance that "alya would hate her" or wether she's remembering her own anger that Mari was responding to... Basically: All these scenes are at just that uncomfortable bit of ambiguous about what was/wasn't forgotten by Rena and how much she does/doesn't know, and how she is planning to go about helping. Which certainly makes for good drama. But it doesnt make for a clear cut answer to our big "how refined is the memory-destruction" question. Personally, unless explicitly stated that Alya remembers nothing, im going to stick with "her intuition is too laserguided to for her to be fully amnesiac" for now. (LB's insistance that she "only forgot part" is the only bit of these scenes that feels like it's only going towards one of our theories, and that also tips the scales for me. Alya feels too "certain" that a mistake must have been made for me to dismiss her as completely amnesiac.) I fear that as of current cannon, we're just stuck at an impasse.

We finally get a secondary power for the Cat Miraculous, after years of complaining about how unbalanced its relationship with the Ladybug was despite being a pair - only for said power to be clearly introduced to be used as a recton/Status Quo upholder later down the line and will be immediately forgotten about once it's served it's purpose likely.

......Sigh.

[jealizmuch]

i love malevolent podcast but it’d be great if john and arthur stopped arguing over the same thing every 2 episodes

[hinamie]

in my portrait era it wld seem

choso and/or yuki request for anon <3