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icarusredwings · 7 days ago

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A love with no need for words.

Chapter 3

A sfw young Cherik fic

Art at the end <3

Special thanks to

@joykai

@stucky-just-stucky

and

@capusciara

After struggling to almost drag Charles up the steps, who was giggling far too much to properly concentrate and fooling around, the poor man ended up tripping.

“Tch- Charles come on.”

“I'm sorry! What can I say? I'm just too weak, I'm afraid.” He says, dramatically falling faint against the steps.

“Oh you are not! Now stop acting like a fool. You'd kill me if I let anyone see you like this.” he grumbled, pulling him up again only for Charles to dead weight, forcing Erik down with him.

The color of his face was lovely, perhaps that's what the color of the new carpet would be.

“Charles! What would your sister say about this?”

“My sister..? Raven? Oh, I love Raven, my darling girl.”

Grunting, The stern eyes that stared at him became his new favorite color, staring at him with such an innocent smile.

“She's sleeping. And you should be too it seems. Get up, let's go.” Pulling him by the arms, he manages to get him upright, holding his arm tight so as not to fall a third time.

You should carry me

“Why would I carry you- A-and I told you to stay out of there!” Oh and there was that shade again. The one he adored. The one Charles wished to take him to the carpet seller and show them directly what color he wished to have, and if there wasn't one he would have one made.

“Because that's what team mates do. What if I got hurt and needed you to carry me to safety?”

“Oh like you can carry me..”

“I could, if I wanted. But what if I have no metal on me, Erik? What if I'm wearing nothing at all?!” He says, a little louder then Erik would have prefered.

“C-charles!! Shhhhh!”

Ah goodness, Now look there. A perfect shade of dark rose, the smoothest of petals and sharpest of thorns. The prettiest of blood dripping from the hands that held them tightly like this. Oh how he wanted to plant a rose bush out front, in perfect view of his window, water it with the tears he cried when he felt alone, gift him the personally grown bouquets and then, one day, on a GOOD day, he'd come by and Charles wouldn't be afraid to tell him that he looked insanely pretty. If it wasn't for the fear of Erik laughing or stuffing them in the bin with the garbage? He would.

Finally picking him up, He was quick to wrap his arms around him, gasping, shocked from the sudden movement. “Don't drop me!”

“I won't! J-just stop moving!” The sound of struggle in his voice at first made Charles question his weight. But with these? These strong shoulders that his hand gripped for dear life? No. He was struggling for a different reason. But what was it?

As Erik carried him up the steps, He swallows, trying his best to be careful. He'd never forgive himself if he dropped him and he got injured. Imagine trying to explain that to Hank. ‘Sorry, I broke our team leaders back on the stairs last night-’ Ugh, just the thought riled him up. He prayed to whatever god was up there that Charles wasn't listening, how embarrassing would that be?

“...I wanna buy you pretty little things and never ever lie to you”

“Oh-.. uhm. Okay? Thank you?” He says with a nervous chuckle, but in reality he's not realizing the seriousness in his tone, only noticing how quiet he was after that. How silent the chatty man has become.

Glancing down, He was taken aback to see he was staring up at him with that soft grin. The one that said he was up to something. Blinking, he looks away, suddenly sweating bullets. When he looks back, He's still staring.

“W-what? Something on my face?”

Charles shakes his head; eyes never leaving him.

“Then what are you looking at me for?”

“..You look perfect.. Heh.. pretty boy..”

Coughing a bit, Erik pauses in the hall upstairs. “C-charles, I’m not ‘pretty’! Stop that. Why are you acting so… Different??”

“Hmm??” He hums.

“What are you thinking about? Huh?” He give him a small shake to keep him awake, feeling him melt into his chest. “Are you still wondering about that girl from the party?” He could only hope, it was the easiest explanation, and he feared what would happen to their friendship if he said no.

How delusional do you have to be to hear ‘pretty boy’ and ask about a woman? Very. Unfortunately Erik passed that line weeks ago.

“...Wonder is the most purest form of understanding..”

“What?”

“But I don't wonder about our indifference…We're so different but all the same..”

“Uh- huh…. Okay.. uhm. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“You're quite groovy, Erik.” He speaks softly, as if whispering drunken secrets to him.

Blinking, his head tilts a bit only to roll his eyes. God he was wasted. He was so going to tease him about this in the morning, thinking now that Charles must be spewing nonsense now… right?

“Pft. Oh yeah?” He laughs, nervous.

Charles nods, not a crumb of hesitance.

“Oh….Well..uh..Thanks.. I guess? Come on. Let's get you to bed..”

‘It's just the gin talking.’ He convinced himself. ‘He's had too much. He thinks i'm someone else’ Anything to save his dignity so he wouldn't have to admit what he hoped was true.

“No, it's true. You're my Achilles heel…My

Philtatos..” Charles whispers, leaning against him, limp and if you were passing the hall right about now, you would think Charles was dead asleep against his shoulder.

For a moment, when helping him into his room, Erik smiled, chuckling quietly as he thought about how sleepy he was only to pause, He thought about what this meant. Why must he always speak in riddles?

Laying him down, Erik shakes his head.

‘I should have known. The only other person like me and he's mad. What was I thinking?’

“Goodnight, Charles.”

Sighing, disappointed, Erik began to make his way back into the hall, not wanting Charles to become sober and accuse him of something sinister. Something he could never take back.

You still owe me a game.

His brows furrow, doing a 180 as he stomped his way back to that massive mattress, the kind only rich assholes had. The kind that looked like a single sleep in it would cure all of his problems.

“Charles. Francis. Xavier! How many times-”

“Your move.” He says, sitting upright, a perfectly set up chess board in front of him, a single white pawn moved forward. The man shrugs, guiltily, knowing Erik became frustrated with each time he invaded his mind, but god the way he flushed and the color his ears got was so worth it. Besides..

I could never be afraid of you, my dear friend. Please don't ever think that.

‘How the fuck did he set that up so quick!?’ He thought.

And that is how Erik Lehnsherr ended up in his bed, sitting on the edge with a nervous demeanor.

‘Oh god, oh god, oh god, why? Why!? Why didn't I just leave? Why is he staring at me like that!?’ Glancing at him to see if he was still staring, he sure as hell was, those eyes glazed and sparkling with the water that filled them, his neck and face completely red. He could only imagine how dark his chest was by now.

‘Oh for fucks sake! He's going to hear this and think I'm a massive creep!’

A giggle came from across the board, looking at him so dearly, shifting to lay on his stomach, his feet in the air.

“Your move, Erik.” He purrs, holding a spare piece in his hand, playing with it, fidgeting.

‘I have to go. This is getting out of hand.’ Taking a breath, Erik sits up, straightening his back as he turns to him.

“Charles-” He starts.

“I could get used to this.. having a friend..”

‘Ah come on! Shit shit shit!’ He couldn't leave now… could he? No.. he couldn't..

Clearing his throat, his eyes softened.

“W-what… what do you mean?”

“I don't have any friends, Erik..” He whispers, frowning as he looks down at the piece in his hand.

“Sure you do, you know you do.” He tries to reassure him, but the emotional man shook his head softly. “No… None that know me like you..you water down what I call being grateful.” l

“What?”

“You weaken my intensity of gratitude, make it the standard of all who call themselves a friend of mine… now if only they were like you. Maybe then I could keep them..”

He swallows again, looking up at the ceiling with a sigh of defeat. No.. he couldn't leave him like this.. it was simply cruel. Even if he is just a spoiled rich kid. That's all he is.

“Alright… but just one game. Understand?”

“And another drink.” He says, stretching out with A smug grin because here he was, getting his way- again.

Erik scoffed, laughing through his nose as he shook his head, knowing exactly what he was doing. Stalling so he couldn't go to bed, like a child at a sleepover who wished for it not to end. Like a brat. A kid child throwing a tantrum when not given a toy they wanted.. and here Erik was.. being that toy.

“Fine.. And another drink.. but if I win you have to tell me your plan from earlier. Deal?”

“What plan?” He asks, innocently laying His cheek in his arms.

“Of course… Nevermind.”

And so- Charles gets his tea, Sitting up once again as he sits close to him, cross legged and patient, holding his cup in both hands.

“Wow…You're Incredible.” Charles whispers, watching as Erik casually uses his mutation to put just the right amount of sugar into his second cup of tea, swirling the spoon around as if it were something he did daily. So effortlessly and thoughtful.

“I would say the same for you but I doubt you'd accept the compliment.” He mutters, pushing a piece on the board with a single finger.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” He asks, Moving another piece directly after as if he had anticipated that move. Erik was predictable in times like these. Perhaps it's why it brought Charles a sense of calm serenity.

“Oh, As if you'd actually accept it. Besides.. nevermind.”

“How about this. You go first and then I'll say something. That's fair.. right?” He questions as if he truly was asking him if it was equal.

‘Yeah right, so you can tease me more And make fun of me in the morning?’ He thinks, Shaking his head, moving A piece a 2nd time. “I suppose… But how will I know if you're telling the truth? For all I know you're just laying down charm on me that's complete nonsense”

“Opinions simply can not be truth without evidence behind it… in which case makes the truth and opinion both factually correct.” He mutters, moving his bishop.

Another sigh comes from Erik, who honestly wasn't sure how he can be so drunk but still such a wise prick. Even with his ears red like this he still was getting lectured.

“Your mind is truly something worth being studied.” He says to him, complimenting what everyone says about him, adding his own personal twist. “And by that I mean cut open and dissected to see what causes such insanity.”

Charles, mid sip, spit out his tea, coughing a little over the silk sheets only to burst out laughter, throwing his head back and giggling his little heart out. He was smiling so wide that almost all his teeth shown, his eyes bright with stars despite being so full with joy. His already dark crimson cheeks lighting up as if he successfully just told him a pick up line, similar to the girl from the party.

Staring, Eriks eyes widened, seeing what joy he got from such dark humor. Contagious like the plague Or perhaps scarlet fever, His laugh harmonized with his, chuckling at how ridiculous this was, I mean come on, he wasn't supposed to find fondness in this terrible joke but here he was, losing his breath over it.

The warmth that he felt ran deep in his stomach, the harder he had to press down on the pillow in his lap, the sparks that run up his spine like that of a vintage lighter trying its hardest to light a flame.

‘Be still my foolish heart don't ruin this for me.’ He thinks, feeling the hard quickened beats knocking on his ribcage, trying to escape its captive cell.

“What else?” He asks through attempts to re catch his breath and small giggles that lingered.

“Oh.. uhm.. I wouldn't know where to start..” Erik starts, stricken from his spell of laughter so hard that he had already forgotten the deal of it being Charles’ turn to compliment him now, the words trying their best to form in his head but instead fell off his tongue, past his teeth and out into the open air.

He thought about what he should say.

‘The very thought of you banishes my blues. Your voice Is like music playing, leading me from the dark. I got along just fine without you-Or at least I thought so before those baby blues came into my life. Like A colorblind man who hadn't known what he was missing until he saw you.’ He thinks. ‘Ah but that's all too corny isn't it?’

Oh no, not at all.

He thought, hearing each and every word.

“Your laugh alone is music that constantly rings in my ears.. like a favorite song you can't seem to get out of your head.… is that your doing? Are you putting that song in there?” He asks, laughing nervously, but Charles dosn't laugh.

He just… stares …with those massive wet eyes. Once he wished he could ethically scoop out and give back to him as a gift, what more beautiful things could he possibly give him?

“No..not purposely.” He whispers, slowly as he blinks, watching Erik tug at his collar and swallow, fearing he's said too much.

“...what else?”

“Hey isn't it your tur-”

“Tell me what you want, Erik…”

"I wish I'd had a chance to walk with you to parties. You would wear that dress shirt, and I would say, "I'm sorry" for something, I don't know what but you'd say, "it’s okay" and smile at me. You always smile at me. I want you to smile at me. Even when I say things that upset you, you smile at me. I wanna sit around and watch you do your hair. I want to watch you write. I want to watch your lectures. I want to watch you get dressed And compliment your godly expensive taste even though you would look just as nice in something much simpler.. or nothing at all."

Blinking, It was as if time had skipped, like dozing off and waking up seconds later.

“I-... I'm sorry.. I seem to have forgotten myself.” He says, sweating as he watches Charles start to make his way closer.

“Y-you should lie down. It's already quite late, it seems I'm getting tired myself, a-and I believe you have a lecture tomorrow so you need a good sleep for that-” he blurts out, becoming more and more nervous, hands pressing into the pillow that stayed on his lap.

Charles was mindful of the board, careful not to ruin their little game as he crawled over, slowly pulling his hands away, intertwining them as he sat up on his knees.

Oh Erik..

..My good lookin’ boy

He kisses him.

He on the edge of the bed he bouta fall off :0

Not finishing this btw :)

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quigonswife8 · 2 years ago

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Safe: Leon Kennedy x reader

Leon finds you half-dead and gets you to safety || gif creds: @swiftsalad

Warnings: blood, injury, swearing, nearly dying, sadness.

Leon deserves so much happiness, like god I just wanna comfort him and I wanna tell him how proud I am of him.

If Capcom doesn't let him be happy, I swear to god, I will pay them a little visit.

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The sun has long since disappeared, leaving the moon as it's replacement. It creates an eerier environment- as now it's harder to see those after you.

It's been ten minutes since you were severely injured. The blood only coats your clothes more, and you fear you will die in a matter of minutes.

It's hard to focus on anything. You feel woozy and damn near collapsing- that would mean being open to dying. Not that it would be your fault. It doesn't even hurt- your side, that is. All you feel is numbness, and the overwhelming feeling of wanting to fall asleep.

"No." slips from your lips. Keeping pressure on the wound which is practically useless, you try and walk faster. "...I...can't...give up."

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You feel the hard ground against your knees as you fall to them. Your vision is hazy- restricting your ability to see. Your eyes droop, as you feel the need to welcome sleep. As much as you want to go on, you realise it's futile.

This is it for you. You're going to die in the middle of nowhere, your body probably set on fire like that poor cop Leon had told you about. You lift your head, only for it to drop, and for your eyes to focus on the ground.

You were strong. You got this far, at least. Now you'll be able to die knowing that you fought, though that still doesn't make things any better. As you feel yourself begin to give in- as you feel yourself begin to succumb to your wound- he comes to mind.

Then you pass out.

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"Are you sure they're..."

"They're alright." the 27 year old replies softly. He looks over his shoulder a moment, to look at the young girl behind him. She smiles softly at him, and then looks forward.

It's been a long night. The day started out fine, but just went downhill from there. He had, and then lost you, in a matter of minutes. You had come up with the idea to lead a group of villagers away to protect himself and Ashley.

Leon is extremely worried for you, more than he can even show, more than he could possibly describe. You’re his partner, that he cares for so much He would do anything for you, he loves you more than he’s ever loved anyone.

"They have to be this way..." his expression is replaced with one of panic- his hand falls off the gun in his holster. Leon glances over at Ash, and then looks forward again.

"Shit."

Then, he runs over to the body on the ground. "(y/n)!"

There's no response, of course. "(y/n)." he kneels down in front of you, immediately noticing how you're not awake. The air suddenly becomes still- his heartbeat goes from steady, to uneven. It's like someone has taken a jackhammer and smashed it into his chest.

"Oh no..." Ashley mutters, covering her mouth with a hand. Leon is more focused on you to form some sort of response to her. "I'm sorry." he mutters, then listening to your heartbeat. It's very weak, but it's there.

You're dying, and he needs to do something before it's too late- "okay", blinking away tears, Leon begins to rip up a piece of his shirt, which he proceeds to press to the wound he'd found.

Then he lifts you into his arms, and stands. "We have to get somewhere safe." praying that he's done enough for now, he looks over at Ashley, "let's go."

He paces the room, while Ashley watches. Leon hasn't stopped pacing since getting you to this safe house, and he got you there over an hour ago.

Ashley had insisted he take a break, but he'd insisted on just pacing.

"They'll be fine Leon." she comforts, pulling her attention from him, and focusing it on you. Her heart hurts to see you this way. She considers you a close friend despite only meeting that day, and you feel the same towards her.

Though if you weren't her friend, she would still feel sympathy.

"I've seen them survive worse in these past couple of hours."

"And worse in the past." he adds on, continuing to pace. "...there was a lot of blood." he looks over at you. "...I hope I did enough."

"You did." Ashley replies, making sure to emphasize her words. "...you're the reason they’re alive, Leon."

If Ashley has learnt anything over these past couple of hours, it's that Leon would do anything for the people he cares about. She can see how much he cares for you, and that he would go to the ends of the earth for you. If that's not love, she doesn't know what is.

"Thank you Ashley." he nods to her, "...but..." though, he pauses. He doesn't want to dwell on things that may panic him more. So? he just continues to pace and push those thoughts away.

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A day passes, until you finally wake. It's a little cold and the pain in your side has eased up thankfully.

Welcoming in the room as you open your eyes, you glance around. The first person you see is Ashley- she's fast asleep against the uncomfortable looking chair on the other side of the room.

Then, you look down- your eyes land on the large makeshift bandage wrapped around your torso.

Finally you look around for Leon. He comes into view straightaway, and he's pacing. How long were you out for, you wonder, and how are you even...alive?

"How long was I out...?" your throat is hoarse, and dry. Propping yourself up on the bed you realise you're on, you keep an eye on Leon. Leon who stops, and looks over at you.

The expression on his face quickly changes, and it's like he's now looking at a ghost. "(y/n)?" your name feels distant on his tongue, if that makes any sense. His lips ghost over the words, his eyes widening slightly.

"Yep." you reply, smiling over at him. "...it's me."

You're alive. After a whole day of worrying, of staying by your side and making sure that you would stay safe, here you are, finally awake. He can barely contain the tears in his eyes- he doesn't like crying in front of people, and usually hides his emotions anyway, so he does try to hide the tears.

Leon walks over to you, immediately kneeling down in front of you. His hands quickly finds yours, and then he brings them to his lips to pepper soft kisses on them. Leon's eyes have softened considerably, those same eyes seem on the verge of tears.

Leon is desperate to keep you close- he doesn't outwardly admit it, but he's too scared to let you go. To leave your side. He fears something may happen if he does, that you may simply disappear...and he just can't lose you.

"I'm here." he mutters. "I'm here, sweetheart."

Words faltering, and the tears fall from his eyes and drip onto your hands. Leon quickly looks away not wanting you to see him cry, and in all honesty, he feels pathetic. He should be strong- that's who he is. He shouldn't be weak like this, he shouldn't cry.

"Leon, it’s okay to cry..."

You glance over at Ashley a moment, noticing she's still asleep. You wouldn't want to wake her yet, she deserves this sleep. You pull your eyes away from the sleeping girl to look at Leon again.

Leon doesn't answer, but you can tell he's trying to fight back the emotions. You know how he is with his emotions, and the reason why he doesn't show them as much as he used to. Ever since the nightmare that happened in Raccoon city;

He'd confided in you, told you everything that happened when you were apart. That night, when you both returned to your apartment as you were there in the city [he’d managed to call you to tell you what was happening, and you’d left to get to him], you had just held him.

You promised to him you'd never let go. He'd clung onto you, he'd sobbed in your arms, broken down, and you had nearly cried yourself. To only be 21 and have to go through what he did would break someone, no wonder it broke him.

He had fallen asleep in your arms that night, and you had still held him. Your fingers through his hair as a soothing mechanism for him. Leon had wanted a fresh start with you after that, and god how he could have...but of course a wrench had to be thrown into his plans.

The wrench being the stupid government. Leon was forced to become an agent for them- if he didn't then the young girl he had helped save, Sherry, would be killed. This only broke your heart more when he'd returned and told you.

The months following were hard for him, training he would never forget. He was forced to endure exercises that drained him, forced him to 'harden up', though he'd already hardened up since Raccon City, if he's being honest.

It felt like a daze when he'd told you everything; how he was assigned by the president to rescue his daughter, aka Ashley, from the Los Illuminados. He'd told you he would be gone for...he didn't even know how long.

That's when you put your foot down. You'd told Leon you would be going with him- screw the government. Leon had tried to force you to stay back, but you reminded him that you had survived through raccoon city looking for him, and you had done a pretty good job at handling yourself. "I'm not letting you go alone, Leon. You should have someone with you."

By some surprise, the government had let you go.

"Leon..." you repeat. "...please look at me, sweetheart." The 27 year old doesn't, at first. You decide to put a hand on his cheek, in hopes your touch will get his attention "...please."

You smile when he turns to look at you...your smile immediately falters though, and then disappears. Leon is in tears- he looks on the verge of sobbing.

The only other time you've seen him this distraught was that night. It breaks your heart. "I nearly..." he starts, but immediately drops his head. "...I thought I was going to..." scootching slightly forward, you take one of your hands out of his to move to his hair.

Slowly you run your fingers through his messy hair;

"...but i'm here Leon. I'm here with you." he's the reason you're there in the first place. Leon buries his face into the bed, but oh how he wants to bury it in your shirt. To hear the way your heartbeat goes on- the way it's steady. The way it let's him know that you're alive.

"...and i'm not going anywhere..." you press a soft kiss to his head "...thanks to you."

Leon doesn't answer, he simply keeps his head down, as he continues to fight back the need to sob. "I love you." you mutter, as you press another kiss to his head.

His "I love you too." is so quiet, but you still hear him. His hand is still in yours, and you don't make a movement to take your hand that’s in his, away. Just wanting to give your love, and your attention, you fall silent.

Then, just like that, you're taken back to that night. When you had held him in your arms not caring how long it would be for. How you comforted him and let him know how much you loved him.

Right now you just want him to know that you're there, cause like you said: you’re not going anywhere.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #re4 remake #Leon deserves the world #comfort character #resident evil #leon s kennedy

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eroslove88 · 2 years ago

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Yandere Kazuha Drabble

Warnings: Kidnapping (held hostage in your own home), drugging, somnophilia, noncon, implied virgin Kazuha and breeding kink

Notes: Been having some Kazuha on my feed lately and I had to write for him. Also, if you'd like me to add a "cut" let me know I'm kind lazy rn but if it bothers you don't be shy. :)!

Kazuha feels bad, you were so scared. His sword to your throat and his other hand twisting your arm behind your back. He couldn't help feeling a bit of guilt and pleasure from hearing your small whimpers and sniffles. When you met him he was so upset when you didn't say "your welcome" to his gratitude, you just nodded and practically ran away. So for the following weeks you'd occasionally "accidentally" run into him, but you'd stutter out an apology and huridly walk away before he could answer. He thought it was cute seeing you all flustered and shy.

He lead you back into your house and locked the door and he stared at your trembling form. Your hands wipe the tears from your face as you look at the floor, "P-please" you whisper out, "I-I don't have much-" but he walks forward making you gulp and stop midsentence. His hand cups your cheek and makes you look up, it was the boy from the docks, you avoid eye, "I don't want anything from you" he states wiping your tears away with his thumbs, "Just do as your told and you should be fine" your lips tremble as a sob builds up in your throat, it comes out a bit but your hands clasp over your mouth. You don't want to anger the man, "Hm" a satisfied hum as he let's you go and walks toward your kitchen.

He takes out herbs from his pockets and removes your kettle from its cabinet. You wanna question how he knows it's there but you don't wanna get in more trouble so you stand in the exact spot, frozen by fear. Kazuha starts a tea with the herbs and while he's bending down for cups you decide to run, your room wasn't far and though you're not one for risks- your life wa on the line anyways. As you make a right your left arm hits the wall and you resist the urge to stop. But you're barely half way down the hall when a gust of wind slams you into the wall at the end. You cry out in pain as your ears ring from the impact you have a cut on your forehead and when your hand comes up to press on the wound his foot steps on it pinning it down. It hurt like hell as you look up and fave your captor he seems upset but not in a, "How dare you" way but in a, "You give me no choice" kind of way.

The man slings you over his shoulder as you cry into in back he places you down on a chair in the dining area. A warm cup of tea is waitirfor you, "Drink." he demands pushing the cup closer. You're too busy wiping the tears off your face but he slams his first down on the table, which catches your attention, and though you're crying you nod and grab the warm cup.

You drink a few sips then put your cup down sniffling, "S-sir..." you pause before crying into your hands, "Don't hurt me, m'sorry. I don't know what I d-did wrong" you sounded so pitiful as he points to the cup, "Drink it. All. " he demands grabbing the cup and pushing it into your lips. Submissively you do so, it's hot and it burns your tongue and throat a bit but you tough it out and try to force yourself.

You don't remember anything after that, everything went black soon after you finished your cup. Kazuha however, remembers everything.

He picked you up and tossed you onto the bed and began hungrily taking your clothes off. He left hickeys on your neck and collarbones as his hands fondled your warm boobs. "Mmm, what a pretty girl" he whispers pulling at your soft nubs. His tongue licks between your breast and chills ran down your unconscious spine. You shift in your sleep as he flicks your nips. He watches your face in awe as it contorts when he sucks on your tit. A small moan leaves your lips and he almost looses it, he quickly unbuckled his pants and pushed you into a matingpress position. His spat on your already wet pussy hoping to help it lube things up. Kazuha tries to take it slow, but as soon as his tip enters your warm hole he whimpers and start pounding into you. The bed creaks with each thrust as labored breaths and huffs leave your mouths. A moan escapes him when your pussy clenches around his cock. He wonders if you could sense how good he's making you feel. "Aha~" you cry out and he realizes that nails are digging into the fat on your hips. But he doesn't stop, it turns him on and he picks up the pace, "It's ok sweetie- ah- almost there" he reassures your knocked out form. You cum on his cock and he's still chasing his climax as sweat drips down your faces and tears brim his eyes. A moan of relief leaves his mouth when he cums inside your cunt, he collapses onto your front side and looks at you for a bit, "I still have time" he mumbles wiping his tears of joy. "Gotta make sure you don't leave me" he flips your over onto your stomach and pounds your pussy from behind. He'll make sure you can't walk in the morning, and that his seed finds your sweet unfertilized eggs.

#tw yandere #tw kidnapping #yandere #tw noncon #genshin yandere #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere kazuha #yanderekaedahara #kazuha #drugging cw #interracial breeding #somno breeding

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goldfades · 8 months ago

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had another jump then fall thought

after adam and cece start dating (and maybe move in together???) i could totally see paloma walking into their room at night holding her fave stuffie with tears in her poor little eyes saying she cant sleep (especially after the court thing) she would just be so scared that ceces gonna disappear or shes gonna get taken away from them again poor girl is so little with so much anxiety

oh my god YES. anxiety is very much a part of paloma’s life after the whole court hearing. she never wants to be away from adam ever again and even the mere thought gives the poor girl nightmares 🥹🥹

after the hearing, even adam gets anxious about the whole thing and the only person who’s able to calm him is sweet cece (despite her own fears of paloma’s bio mom taking her again)

─ warnings sosososo much anxiety, exhaustion but fluffy (post pining) moments with cece/adam. also this was written on my phone so there may be errors LOL

─ wc 635

the clock on the bedside table flashed 3:12 am and both cece and adam were fast asleep in their warm bed. cece had a 10 am lecture while adam had practice the next morning, they both wanted to catch up on their sleep.

the door creaked open, revealing a very pouty and tired looking paloma. she began crying softly and cece began to stir before waking up and seeing the toddler at the door, barely being able to stand.

“dove?” cece’s hoarse and tired voice rang out in the room as she got out of bed and grabbed the little girl into her arms.

at cece’s now empty spot on the bed, adam stirred and eventually woke and let out a sigh. this had been a constant struggle with paloma since the hearing but he couldn’t hold it against her, she didn’t even know what was going on. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t exhausted, though.

adam rubbed his eyes and sat up, running a hand through his tousled hair as he watched cece comfort paloma. he knew that the past few weeks had been tough on all of them, especially on paloma. ever since the hearing, she had been more clingy than usual, sensing the tension in the air.

"another bad dream?" adam asked, his voice still thick with sleep as he glanced over at cece and paloma.

cece nodded, her own exhaustion evident in the lines of her face. "yeah. they're getting more frequent, adam. i'm getting a little worried."

adam sighed as he stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. "she's fine. it's normal for her to wanna sleep with us, she's a baby."

"adam," cece's voice was a little agitated as adam once again tried to ignore paloma's obvious separation anxiety. she knew he couldn't help it though.

adam felt a pang of guilt at cece's tone. he knew she was right, but he also struggled with seeing paloma upset and he didn't know how he'd cope if he found out there was something wrong. he ran a hand through his hair again, feeling the weight of exhaustion settling on his shoulders.

"i know, cee," adam said softly, reaching out to gently stroke paloma's hair as she nestled against cece. "i just hate seeing her like this, you know? It breaks my heart. and it's my fault, too-"

"don't you dare say that, adam." cece's voice was firm, cutting off adam's self-blame before it could fully take root. she reached out to grasp Adam's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "it isn't anyone's fault except her mother's, for making us all endure the shit she gave us."

adam's shoulders sagged with relief at Cece's words, grateful for her understanding. he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to paloma's forehead before resting his forehead against cece's.

"i know," Adam murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "i just... i want to do everything i can to protect her, you know? and when i see her like this... it's hard not to feel like i'm failing."

cece reached up, cupping Adam's cheek in her hand and guiding his gaze to meet hers. "you're not failing, adam. you're the best dad ever and paloma knows that. you can't control everything that happens no matter how hard you try, all you can do is just help her cope."

adam's eyes softened at her words, feeling a wave of gratitude wash over him. he leaned into her touch, savoring the warmth of her hand against his cheek.

"thank you, cece," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "i needed to hear that."

cece smiled softly, her eyes filled with warmth as she pressed a tender kiss to adam's lips. "of course, adam. we are in this together, remember? we'll figure it out."

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daddy-dins-girl · 8 months ago

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Playdate - Chapter Nine

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 9.1k

Notes: All the feelings in this chapter... I'm so sorry everyone. I swear I have an end goal in mind and I'm gonna make it better... just not YET.

Chapter Warnings: (skip if you don't wanna be spoiled, if you've made it this far in the series, you'll be fine). 18+ MDNI. Angst. Hurt/Comfort. Confessions of infidelity. Dry humping. Oral Sex. 69 sex position. Unprotected p in v. Creampie. Daddy Kink. Rough sex. Breathplay. Daddy!Marcus. Dom!Marcus. Aftercare. Consensual somnophilia. Lots of feelings. Severe lack of Dave York (I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you I swear).

HUGE thank you to @janaispunk for beta'ing and letting me talk her ear off when I get an idea in my head and helping me work it out lol. And also for calming my anxiety every time I go to post a chapter :P

You woke up to a bed that seemed suddenly too large and missing the warmth Dave’s body heat provided it with. Marcus was sleeping soundly next to you and you’re not even sure when that had happened or when he got in but clearly it was after you had passed out.

But where was Dave? Did Marcus walk in and find you and him in bed together and an argument ensued? Surely that would have woken you up so you quickly shake that notion from your head. Maybe everything was fine and you were freaking out preemptively over nothing. Dave had probably just gone down to the lobby again for coffee and when he came back the three of you could sit around and hopefully have an honest and open conversation. That sounded, to you, a logical reason for his whereabouts as any so you decided you weren’t going to begin to fret about something without any warrant and snuggled up to your husband to wait, but when nearly half an hour had passed and he didn’t return, you decided to pull out your phone to send a text in your group chat.

Your throat nearly dropped into your stomach at the words that greeted you when you opened it.

Dave York has left the group.

Without giving it a second thought you quickly scroll through your contacts until you find his name and hit the call button but after a single ring it goes to voicemail. Unsure what exactly that means you try for a text instead. Simple, direct, to the point.

Hey, are you ok?

The blue bubble pops up on your screen and you wait, however neither the “delivered” or “read” notification appears underneath it and that’s when it hits you.

Dave has blocked your number.

Confused and hurt, you toss your phone over to the nightstand where it clatters to the surface, skids across the smooth wood and then falls to the carpeted floor with a light thud, though you couldn’t be bothered to care right now. The commotion however rouses your husband who, lying on his stomach, quickly pushes himself up onto his elbows and glances around the room before his gaze lands on you.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, voice groggy with sleep.

You don’t answer him right away, because, how could you. Everything. Fucking everything was the matter! What you had done last night, it all comes flooding back to you in an instant and you suddenly feel overwhelmed with emotions and you have no choice but to burst into tears, your knees coming up to your chest as you wrap your arms around them and bury your face, shoulders shaking with every sob that leaves your body.

“Honey! What…” Marcus sits up in an instant, panicked. His arms immediately envelop your frame and his voice frantic as he pulls your whole body into his lap and holds you close to his chest. “Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh. Sweetheart tell me what’s wrong” he tries, fear still lacing his tone as he attempts to appear outwardly calm, holding you to him and gently rubbing a hand up and down your back.

You feel so absolutely wracked with guilt that you can’t even find words to even begin trying to explain yourself to Marcus so instead you just bury your face further into his throat and let him comfort you, though you know you don’t deserve it. The moment he hears what you have to say for yourself you fear he’s going to be putting as much distance between the two of you as possible so you need him to just hold you a little while longer before that happens. It’s selfish. You’re selfish. But at this moment, you don’t care. How could you have done this to Marcus? And for what? For Dave to just leave you both like that? Like these months have meant nothing to him? You want to believe that’s not true, but what choice has he left you with?

Marcus worries endlessly as he holds you in his arms, honestly surprised you’re even allowing him to hold you but he’ll take it for as long as he can get it. Dave must have told you what he’d done yesterday while you were asleep and now look at the problems it’s caused.

You both lie there in each other's arms, taking in whatever comfort you can get from one another. You’re openly sobbing while Marcus’ tears are more subdued, but definitely still there. You can feel them on the naked flesh of your shoulder as he buries his face in your neck and the two of you clutch onto each other, terrified of the other letting go. What you don’t realize is that you’re both fretting over the exact same thing.

After several long minutes of just holding each other your words echo each other as you both let them out at the exact same time into the heat of each other’s flesh.

“I’m sorry.”

The words cause you both to stiffen momentarily and then slowly pull back, finding each other’s watery gaze as you both stare, confused.

The murmured apologies eventually turn into a good hour of confessions from both of you. You take turns spilling everything about what happened last night without the other present all while failing to hold back the flow of tears. Marcus admits not only to his indiscretions in the shower with Dave, but how there was no work emergency last night and he’d lied to you because he was too scared that he’d ruined everything. He tells you how absolutely horrible he’d felt, leaving you on your birthday like that but he felt so confused after what had happened, he couldn’t even bear to have you look at him knowing what he’d done and was keeping from you. The admission about what he and Dave had done in the shower nearly had your eyes bugging out of your head, though you tried your absolute best not to outwardly react too much, you didn’t want to make Marcus uncomfortable or have him hold back anything so you kept quiet and mostly just nodded your head, though your brain was working a mile a minute trying to process everything. You’d decided near immediately that you weren’t upset at him for it. The only thing you were upset about in that scenario is that you hadn’t been there to witness it; though you keep that admission to yourself for now. You were upset, however, that he had left. If he would have just stayed maybe you all wouldn’t be in this position now. Maybe Dave would still be here. You know though that Marcus isn’t the only one to blame and it’s not fair to put this all on him. The fact was he did leave, and you did what you did afterwards, knowing full well how it could affect things.

You tell Marcus how Dave had originally left but had come back and that the two of you had slept together. Your tears turned into sobs as you admitted the last part. You knew it was wrong, you felt in your heart that it was cheating, regardless if Marcus saw it that way or not. He’d tried to quickly shrug it off at first, to make you feel better, reminding you that “you’d slept with Dave lots of times” but when you responded with a quiet “yeah, but not like this…” and were unable to look him in the eyes, you could see the moment the realization dawns across his sad, handsome face and he lowers it to look away, gently nodding in understanding.

Marcus swallowed the lump in his throat but wrapped his arms around you and held you tight to his chest, peppering kisses to your hair and ensuring you over and over that he loved you.

It only made you cry harder.

Eventually the tears subside and Marcus drapes the bedclothes over you both and pulls you into his side, gently petting your hair until you both fall back asleep, it was barely 7am after all and you didn’t even know how late Marcus had got in. You still had a lot to discuss but you were both exhausted, physically and emotionally. Your head was pounding from the amount of tears you cried and you just needed to shut out the world for a little while longer, held safe in the comfort of your husband's arms until you fell back asleep.

When you do wake up again, barely an hour later, Marcus is already out of bed and wandering around the suite, freshly changed into a new set of clothes and shoving his old ones into the suitcase you had already packed. There’s a takeout coffee cup waiting for you on the bedside table when you open your eyes and you sit up, wordlessly taking the simple peace offering and taking a drink.

You get through a few sips but your stomach is doing somersaults. All the anxiety and emotions of the last twelve hours or so wear heavily on you so you place the cup aside and climb out of bed, holding the sheet tight around your frame as you head over to the dresser where Marcus had kindly laid out your last clean outfit for you.

You barely speak a word to each other as you both get ready to leave this room behind. Occasional questions like “did you remember to grab your toothbrush” or “is this your lotion or the hotel’s?” as you putter around the room and prepare to leave.

Finally everything is packed, you're both dressed, the room is mostly back in one piece and you’re ready to go. You meet Marcus at the door and you both take a breath, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as your shoulders settle and you reach down and slide your hand into his. His fingers interlace around yours and for the first time all day you finally feel grounded again.

“Come on, let’s go home” he says, pulling the door open with his free hand and guiding you out.

The first week that you’re back home goes by in a blur. You both had to go back to work on Monday and you manage to settle back into your usual routines easily enough but there’s still a strain between the two of you. You know you need to talk more but had both decided you needed time to just let everything sink in and process. You missed Marcus immensely, despite the fact that he still slept in your bed every night and kissed you goodbye every morning, things were far from how they were before your birthday weekend happened.

Perhaps fortunately or unfortunately for you both, your work lives were very busy. Typically Marcus left before you because his commute was longer and you both worked long shifts most days so your time together at home while you were both still awake and functional was limited. Some nights you managed to both be home to eat dinner together, but this week it was a pretty quiet affair. You’d ask each other about your days, small talk mostly, and then if you weren’t too exhausted you’d cuddle on the couch and watch a little tv before bed and start the process over again the next day. Despite the rift, you still wanted to be close to each other. Neither of you were angry at the other; more so at yourselves than anything. That, and you were confused. It was hard to have a conversation together about all the feelings you were having when you hadn’t quite sorted them out for yourselves. And with Dave AWOL it made it even more confusing and hurtful to navigate. It was difficult to figure out where the three of you stood when there were only two of you willing to talk things out.

Your mind often wandered to Dave, particularly when you were at work and would have a few minutes of downtime. You pulled up your private message chat with him every couple of days too just to see if your single text to him ever got marked as ‘delivered’ or ‘read’, wondering if he’d unblocked you, but nothing. What was so frustrating is that you know it wasn’t one-sided. It couldn’t have been. You know what he felt with you that last night together because you felt it too. Perhaps the real reason he left is because of his loyalty to Marcus, he didn't want to be a burden on your marriage, but the truth was Dave just enriched it. And you had a feeling Marcus might feel the same way, you just needed him to admit it to you. You hoped the two of you would have a good chance to talk this weekend, you felt like it was time.

Saturday evening was finally upon you and you lay on the couch after a simple dinner, wine glass mostly untouched on the coffee table in front of you as you half paid attention to the movie playing on the TV. Marcus had had a busy day, having to work for a couple hours from home in the morning and then running some errands for his elderly father that he typically would do on a Saturday. Today took a little extra long due to him being away last weekend for your birthday so by the time he got home he was exhausted so you had offered to cook and now the two of you were laid out on the sofa, Marcus behind you with his back to the cushions and you on your side snuggled with your back to his chest and laying your head on his arm.

You attempt to focus on the movie playing in front of you because you know how tired your husband is, but he makes it difficult when the fingers of his right hand trail absently up and down your side where your shirt slightly rides up, the delicate trace of his fingertips leaving goosebumps on your flesh in their wake. You shift slightly and in doing so the fabric of your shirt catches a little more on the seat of the sofa and rises up further, and Marcus’ hand reaches a little higher too until his fingers are at your ribs. You let out a little whine at the contact. He’s barely touching you but it's more than you’ve had all week and you’re missing him so desperately so you give up the facade and turn fully onto your back, causing his hand to slip even higher until it rests just underneath your breast.

You hear his breath hitch slightly and he turns his head down to look at you, your soft, wanting gaze boring into his. Wordlessly you reach your hand up to rub at the side of his neck and turn your body again so that you’re face to face. He moves his hand voluntarily, finally, splaying it across your breast and giving it a gentle squeeze, his breath catching in his throat when he sees your eyes fall shut and your lips release a hum of pleasure.

“Marcus” you whimper, your voice barely a whisper. “Please”

It’s all Marcus needs to hear. In a moment he’s got both his hands going underneath your ass and hauling you up on top of him, positioning himself on his back with your full weight resting on him, hands still on your ass and pushing downwards to grind you against his already stiffening length. You surge forward, sealing his mouth with yours. The kiss is sloppy and desperate and filled with pent up sexual desire and you’re both moaning into it, reveling in the dominant dance between your two tongues.

“Do you wanna go to bed?” he asks breathlessly a few moments later when you’re forced by lack of oxygen to pull apart.

“Mnnnm mmm” You shake your head before your mouth latches to his again. “Need you” you mumble against his lips. “Take me right here”

“Fuck” he groans, both hands squeezing roughly at your ass as he continues to ground you down into him, his own hips thrusting upwards to meet yours. “God I fucking missed you” he confesses, mouth trailing down the side of your throat now instead as his hands reach up to the waistband of your sweats and push them down along with your underwear.

You help him free you of the confines of your pants, kicking them down your legs and finally flinging them off to the floor while Marcus grabs for the hem of your t-shirt and pulls that over your head. You're grateful at this moment that you had foregone a bra tonight, dressed for a comfortable evening at home. Marcus, on the other hand, is far too overly dressed in your opinion, still in his jeans and a long sleeve Henley. Though you find it hard to complain at the delicious friction the unforgiving denim gives to your now bare core and it's no secret to Marcus either, the way you moan and writhe against him.

“Baby, please” you whine, hands desperately grasping at the buttoned enclosure of his jeans. The button pops open and you manage to drag the zipper down but before you get any further he’s growling into your throat and shaking his head, repositioning your body until you're straddling on just one of his thighs.

“Need you to cum for me first” he demands, already sounding wrecked and breathless and you think he needs you to for his sake as much as your own, probably trying to extend this experience for longer than it would have been were he to push inside you right now like you both so desperately want him to. You let out another moan, eagerly obeying his wishes as your hands go to his chest and you push yourself upright so you’re sat on his muscular thigh and begin to rock back and forth against it, the delicious drag of denim against your weeping cunt creating a wet patch on his jeans that neither of you could be bothered to be embarrassed or care about. His large hands come up and each grab hold of a breast, expertly manipulating and teasing the soft mounds of flesh, thumbs and forefingers coming down to pinch and squeeze at your nipples until they’re hardened peaks under his touch.

“Oh fuck,” you cry out, head thrown back as you continue to ride his thigh, amping up the pace as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm that is just within reach.

“That’s it baby,” Marcus encourages, his own pupils blown wide with lust as he watches you arch your back and grind desperately against him. His hands leave your breasts and go to your hips, helping you reach that point of long awaited bliss. He bares his teeth as he watches your features contort into what can only be described as pure ecstasy and growls out the words that have been lingering on his tongue since he actively took charge of your impromptu makeout session just minutes ago, “Good girl, come on, you’re gonna fucking cum for your Daddy now.”

“Fuck!” His words, along with the relentless rocking pressure of your cunt digging into his thigh sends you flying over that edge with a screamed curse leaving your lips, your arousal pooling out of you, body trembling and spent but Marcus doesn’t let up, continuing to drag your folds along the strong muscle and it’s too much, you try to push off of his chest with your hands but his grip is strong and fierce at your hips, ensuring you get every last drop of pleasure from your prolonged orgasm.

“Fucking soak me baby” he groans and you look down to see the own wet patch he’s created in his boxers that are peeking through his partially opened jeans. It doesn’t appear to be enough that he’s finished and he’s still visibly hard as steel underneath the soft cotton, but he’s certainly gotten himself worked up to the point where the precum is eagerly flowing from him.

Evidently satisfied with you as you slow the rocking of your hips to indicate the waves of pleasure have subsided Marcus repositions you again so you’re lying back fully on top of him. He pushes his jeans down to his thighs but leaves his boxers in place as he gently ruts into you from underneath, the strained fabric of his boxers rubbing against your oversensitive sex, causing you to whimper and tremble.

“Let me suck you baby” you breathe against the hollow of his throat where your face is currently buried. Not only does your cunt need the reprieve but he’s got you so turned on you feel like you might just combust if you don’t get him inside of you in some form or another.

“Yeah? You wanna suck my cock, dirty girl?” Marcus growls and lord help you if it doesn’t send another pool of wetness right between your legs. Marcus was not normally like this. Sure the two of you could get a little kinky sometimes on your own but he’d never been like this before and it was driving you crazy with want.

You both knew what he was doing, filling a void a certain someone had left behind. Something you both craved without having to admit to each other. You both needed this, and so, you went along for the ride.

“Please Daddy, want you in my mouth, please” you beg helplessly, your lust-filled brain reduced to complete mush and barely able to string a sentence together and Marcus audibly groans at your submission to him.

“Turn around, want you to sit on my face while you do it” he breathes against your cheek and then slides his hands down to grab at your ass and squeeze firmly. His hands release you but he gives you one sharp swat to your left asscheek that has you crying out and arching into him before he helps you reposition yourself so you’re kneeled overtop of him with your knees on either side of his head and bent over his body so your face hovers above his pelvis. He pushes his boxers down to meet his jeans at his thighs then brings his hands to your hips to lower you down to his mouth just as your head retreats to take his leaking tip between your lips.

The groan he lets out into your cunt as you fully envelop him in your mouth has your lower half spasming, your thighs involuntarily squeezing his head as your hips chase the pressure of his tongue.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out, mouth falling away from him as you crane your neck back to try and get a glimpse of the feast Marcus is making of what’s between your legs. It doesn’t last long however because his hand comes up and swats at your ass again, reminding you without words what you’re supposed to be doing and you quickly oblige, turning back and doubling your efforts on sucking him off, taking him as deeply down your throat as your body will allow and swallowing down before you ease back up and repeat the action. Your hand soon joins your mouth, wrapping around the base of his shaft and stroking it in time with each bob of your head and he hums and groans his approval of your actions into your core as he continues to lick and suck and prod at your clit and hole with his talented tongue.

When he feels your thighs trembling again and his own release too rapidly approaching he goes for what knows drives you crazy and will easily pull another orgasm from you and sucks your clit into his mouth, relentless and unforgiving until your mouth rips off of him and you cry out, your hand pumping him furiously as wave after wave of your orgasm crashes around you and you ramble out little mewls of pleasure and praise at how hard he’s made you come.

He lets out a content, satisfied sigh as he slows the efforts of his mouth, gently bringing you back to earth with slow licks and prods of his tongue until you're shaking and trembling begins to subside and your rocking against his face finally slows. Your hand wrapped around his length has also slowed to barely moving, not having brain capacity or muscle coordination to simultaneously pleasure him and ride the aftershocks of your own orgasm but Marcus is thankful for the reprieve, needing to be inside you before he finishes.

“Up,” he gently demands, tapping lightly against your hip and you pull away from him with a long drawn out groan, your limbs feeling like jelly as you attempt to get control over them again. Marcus chuckles a little but is quick to help you, gently raising your hips and then pushing you forward as he manages to snake his own body out from underneath you until you’re on hands and knees on the couch and he’s behind you.

“Lean forward, just relax” he instructs, pushing lightly on your shoulders so your elbows collapse and you slowly slide forward, knees still bent and kneeling on the couch but your face now buried in the seat cushion. “Yeah, just like that” he coos, fingertips tracing down your spine and you arch at his touch, desperate and ready for him. He lets his hand trail further still, over the swell of your ass until he’s between your legs and he gently plays with you, fingers gliding through your slick folds and up to circle at your clit before they slide back down and prod at your entrance.Your body keens at his touch, back arching, ass up in the air as your arms stretch out in front of you, not unlike a cat waking up from a long nap in the sun and Marcus lets out a little chuckle.

“Yeah, this is where you need me, hmm?” He rasps, voice low as he teases at your entrance with his fingers. “Poor baby needs her pretty little pussy filled up?” His hand leaves you only to go to his own mouth so he can wet his fingers with his own saliva before he brings them back between your legs and presses two inside of you, curling them just right and sliding in and out of you a few times before he adds a third. It’s so much, feels so good, and yet still not enough.

“God, Marcus, please. Please fuck me” you cry out, desperate and needy, hips beginning to rock back and forth against his hand, anything you can do to get some relief.

He gets up from the couch suddenly to rid himself of the rest of his clothing before positioning himself behind you again, grabbing hold of his hard, leaking member and guiding it between your legs. He groans when his naked flesh finally makes contact with yours, his smooth length pushing back and forth between your wet folds, coating himself in your slick and the tip of his cock teasing at your clit. You whimper unintelligibly at the contact that stimulates every last one of your nerve endings, your whole body keening with delight.

Marcus marvels at how soaked your folds are as he slides through them with ease. “Yeah you’re nice and ready for me, hmmm? Gonna be my good girl?”

“Yes, please, take me. I fucking need you so bad.” You’re not above begging at this point, especially if it gets you want you want, need, crave.

With your desperate pleas still lingering in the air Marcus lines himself up at your entrance and presses forward, filling you completely on the first push of his hips until he’s buried to the hilt, his hands gripping tight around your waist, thumbs digging in deep to the meat of the top of your ass.

“Holy fuck” he groans as he takes a moment stilling inside you, needing a second not only to let you adjust, but to resist his own temptation to let go and finish before he’s even begun. It’s only been a week but it somehow feels like an eternity since he’s last had you. He’s done his best to distract himself with work and other obligations but not a minute of the day has gone by where he hasn’t thought about you, about how much he missed you, how much he needed you. It had taken everything in him not to beat himself off in the shower every morning this week, the only thing holding him back was knowing how much better it would feel when he finally gets the relief the way he wants it; being inside of you.

After a few long moments and steadying breaths, Marcus manages to collect himself and center himself back into the moment. His hands grip you a little tighter and he finally begins to move, pulling back with a slow and delicious drag of his cock against your walls until he’s almost fully out before he slams forward, driving himself back deeply inside with a single snap of his hips that sends you lurching slightly forward, something between a gasp and cry punching out from your lungs.

“Marcus! Oh my - fuck. Baby, fuckfuckfuck” You’re a mewling, writhing mess underneath him as Marcus keeps up his steady pace, fucking into you with reckless abandon, hips pistoning back and forth, fast and hard.

“Yeah you like that” Marcus grinds out through clenched teeth before he lifts his right hand and lands a sharp smack to your ass, causing you to jolt forward again. “Can feel you fucking trying to squeeze me out baby, choking my cock. Good girl. Good fucking girl” he groans, railing into you even faster and you’re reduced to just mumbled cries and gasps into the couch cushion your face is still buried in.

“I can’t hear you” he suddenly growls, one hand leaving your hip to grab your hair and force your head to tilt up and oh fuck if Marcus pulling your hair doesn’t do something to you.

“I fucking love it!” You cry out, breaths coming out hard and fast. “Love taking your big cock Daddy, don’t stop”

“Shit… baby, shit I… fuck!” Marcus curses, not faring much better as he ruts into you like a man possessed. He lets go of your hair and repositions to your hips, his fingertips digging into your sides so desperately that you know come tomorrow you’ll be bruised but you don’t care. You want the reminder, you’ll welcome it even.

“Take me. Takemetakemetakemetakeme” You chant breathlessly, the words punching out of your throat timed perfectly to each of his rough forward thrusts.

Somehow despite you being fucked into a near stupor, you find the wherewithal to sneak a hand underneath yourself and reach between your legs, fingers desperately rubbing fast and furiously against your aching and needy clit. It only serves to empower Marcus, seeing how desperate you are to climax again and despite the less than comfortable position he’s got himself into kneeled on the couch he takes full advantage, leaning down slightly to wrap an arm all the way around your throat so it’s caged in by his bicep, the other gripping the back of the couch to get as much leverage as he possibly can from the position and he doubles his efforts. He pushes harder and faster until the room is filled with the debauched sounds of wet slaps of skin and heavy breathing and moaning and within a few short moments your vision goes white behind your eyelids and you cry out a shuddering gasp turned moan and your hand falls away from your now oversensitive sex as your orgasm takes over, the effects of it gushing out of you and coating Marcus’ length, dripping down to his balls and surely leaving a mess on the couch that you can’t begin to care about right now.

“God Baby, you’re so fucking good, fucking soaking me” Marcus manages, voice faltering along with the steady rhythm of his hips as he bucks into you sloppily now, the sheer force of your constricting walls inciting his own release and with a few more pushes of his hips he begins to paint your insides.

“Holy fuck” he reiterates, body spent and breathing heavily as he slowly continues to rock in and out of you. You whimper and moan underneath him, the overstimulation bordering on too much as you wait for your trembling to subside.

Marcus’ grip on your throat loosens significantly so you can fully catch your breath and he brings his hand up to run soothingly down your back instead, still fucking into you deep and slow and honestly you don’t know how he’s found the stamina or managed to stay hard but you’re not about to complain, he feels that fucking good.

“You want me to stay inside you?” He asks, though you both know he already knows the answer.

You bring your bottom lip between your teeth and manage to mumble an affirmative “mmmhmmm” into the couch cushion.

“Fuck you full of my cum, you like that baby?”

“Yes, fuck,” you tear your face away to the side so your words are no longer garbled into the couch cushion, you want him to hear you. “Fucking me so deep Daddy, holy shit it feels so good.”

Marcus hums his apparent satisfaction at your words, his hand that was gripping the back of the sofa coming to join the other to soothe up and down your back and sides, occasionally smoothing over the globes of your ass before they come back up and make their way up towards your shoulders again. He manages to keep going for another minute or so until he physically can’t, his cock softening inside of you eventually slips out and you both groan at the loss but his hands don’t stop touching you. When his spent dick leaves your swollen sex he leans down and places little kisses all over whatever inch of flesh on your back and shoulders he can reach until finally he pulls away, standing up from the couch and offering his hand to you. You take it, and with a groan (and Marcus’ help), manage to pull yourself up from the sofa. His fingers interlace with yours when he grabs your hand and he wordlessly leads you out of the living room, up the staircase to your bedroom.

Once inside he guides you immediately to the ensuite bathroom and turns you to rest with your back against the countertop while he busies himself grabbing a fresh facecloth from the linen shelf and turns on the hot water, wringing the cloth out a few times before turning off the taps and turning to face you. To your surprise, and a night and day contrast to how he was acting just minutes ago, he sinks to his knees on the unforgiving marble flooring and gently pries your thighs apart and then stares up at you, holding your gaze as he gently cleans up the mess between your legs. Your hand comes down to push through his hair, pushing it back past his forehead and a smile pulls at your lips. Once he’s finished cleaning you up he rises to his feet again, tosses the cloth in a nearby hamper and then his hands go straight to your hips, a gentle barely-there hold and he looks down at them, murmuring under his breath at the little discolored indents on your soft flesh, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

It catches you off guard, the question. He seems unsure and maybe even upset with himself and you frown, reaching for his face and forcing his gaze back up to meet yours.

“Baby, no, of course not. You could never hurt me”

“Promise?” he asks just to clarify, soft, round brown gaze boring into yours.

“I promise. Marcus, that was… thank you” is all you can think to say. He seems to accept your answer, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, hands leaving your hips to come up and cup your face as his tongue parts your lips and slips inside to entangle with yours. When he finally pulls away you’re breathless and lean your head forward to rest on his shoulder, arms going around his waist.

“I just love you so much” he whispers against your hair. “I’d do anything for you, you know that?”

“I know” you murmur. “You do do everything for me Marcus. I love you too, more than anything” Your arms tighten a little more around his middle and you bury your face in his neck, unable to hold back the few tears that spill out. Marcus nuzzles at the side of your face and you can feel his own tear stained cheeks as he holds you close in the quiet serenity of your bathroom. You both take a minute to just let the moment settle over you before finally Marcus heaves a little sigh and pulls back, quickly wiping away at his face with the back of his hands.

“Come on, let me take you to bed”

You spend the night in his arms. The steady beat of his heart where your ear lays pressed against his chest lulling you into a peacefulness that you hadn’t felt in days.

Sunday is a whirlwind. The first time you wake up it’s to Marcus with his head between your legs, slowly lapping at you like a cat with a bowl of cream. He’s not hurried or frenzied or even seemingly trying to work towards an end goal of an orgasm for you, he just needs to be close to you, taste you. He lazily licks and kisses and sucks at you while you gently writhe your hips against him, hands lost in his soft hair and fingernails occasionally scraping against his scalp, which you know he loves. He murmurs little sweet nothings into your heated core while he pleasures you for what seems like a small eternity, never tiring or complaining, just reveling in the closeness. You end up orgasming twice during his time down there, which you’d guessed to be about an hour, both coming on quick, strong and sudden and from seemingly nowhere. Your hand fists in his hair and your hips arch upwards and still as he works you through each one and then he continues on. By the time your second orgasm has fully settled you gently push at the top of his head and he takes your wordless request, single digit slipping out of you and mouth moving away from your over sensitive sex to kiss and lick at the insides of each of your thighs, the top of your mound, and eventually making his way up your body until he’s lying on his side next to you.

He’s being his soft, sweet, gentle self this morning, you think it’s his way of making up for last night. Not that he has anything to make up for, at least in your mind.

“Baby,” you sigh, right hand coming up to cup his cheek.

“I love you” he says, in a way that makes it seem like he needs to remind you, like he’s saying it for the first time and needs to ensure you hear him.

“I love you too” you assure him.

He opens his arms and you crawl into them without question, letting him hold you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and you half draped over top of him with your face resting on his chest. He gently pets your hair and places little kisses to the top of your head while he holds you and you let out a content little sigh, snuggling deeper into his chest. You feel the unmistakable hardness of him between your two bodies but he seems to be trying to ignore it so you do your best not to grind against him like your body’s instincts want you to.

“We should talk” he murmurs against your hair and you gently nod your head in agreement.

“We should”

“How do we start?” He wonders honestly and you shrug your shoulders a little.

“I think first and foremost we need to be honest, no matter how hard it is to say or how hard it may be for the other person to hear”

“I agree” he says quietly, heaving a sigh.

A long silence stretches on before you realize you’ll have to be the one that starts this conversation.

“I miss him” you decide to start with, straight out of the gate. You agreed to be honest, after all, and that was the first thing on your mind, and it’s been on your mind all week. Your voice is quiet, meek even, but loud enough you know he’s heard you.

“I do too,” Marcus confesses, his arms tightening a little more around you, like he’s afraid you’ll be upset with his response.

You do gently pull away from Marcus’ hold, but only because you want to be able to look him in the eyes while you have this conversation so you gently push back and raise yourself up a bit so you’re fully on your side facing him. You settle his nerves by quickly wrapping both your hands around one of his and giving it a firm squeeze, bringing it to your lips to place a kiss on it.

“Why do you think he left?” You ask next, unable to hide the hurt in your voice.

“I don’t know” Marcus sighs deeply, his free hand coming up to scrub over his face. “I thought, at first, maybe you know it was me? Like what we did… he… didn’t like it or regretted it or something”

“Did you like it?” You flip the question back to Marcus. You assume he did, but you two really hadn’t had much of a conversation about it. He’d told you what they did, but didn’t dwell on it or how he’d felt about it.

“Um,” Marcus turns his face slightly away from you and you can see the tips of his ears turning a brighter shade of pink.

“Hey,” you say firmly, hands dropping his so you can place one on his cheek and force his gaze back to you. “Honesty, remember? There’s nothing you can say that will change how I feel about you, ok? Ever”

“I know, I’m sorry” he closes his eyes and takes a breath before opening them again and his gaze finally settles on you. “I… I mean, yes, ultimately. It was amazing. I came like… really fucking hard” he admits with a laugh to cover his obvious nerves and you offer a reassuring smile, nodding your head for him to continue. After a moment, he does. “I don’t know though, like I’ve never done anything with a guy before, or ever wanted to, so I think it was more so because it was Dave, rather than what we were doing? If… if that makes sense?” He tries, trailing off and unsure of how to articulate himself.

And it does make sense. At least to you. Because what had started between the three of you was supposed to be Dave offering you both something different, new, but then last weekend you had been with Dave in a similar way that you are with Marcus and you’d loved that too. And last night how Marcus was with you was everything Dave typically brought to the table and you loved that as well and yet, you still missed Dave. Not just the way he grabbed your hair when your mouth was around him, or the filthy words he’d murmur against your ear when he was deep inside you, or how his hand would tighten around your throat and release just moments before your orgasm inevitably crashed around you, but you missed him. You missed Dave.

“No, I get it” you finally say out loud, gently nodding your head. “Last night was… God Baby, that was fucking amazing” you admit, grin stretching across your features as you tilt your gaze back up to look at him and his own smile tugs at the corners of his lips like he’s elated to hear you say that.

“Yeah?” He questions with uncertainty in his tone.

“Yeah” you affirm with a solid single nod of your head. “But that’s kinda my point. Last night you gave me everything I could’ve wanted before and you did it so perfectly but…” you trail off, wanting to make sure you choose your words carefully but then you don’t have to because Marcus picks up on it immediately.

“But you still miss him”

“Yeah,” you shrug, your voice soft and you bring your gaze down to your lap, fingers absently picking at the sheet covering you. “Is that okay?”

Marcus heaves a sigh, pulling you close into his chest again and you go willingly, snuggling in his warmth and letting him hold you.

“Of course it’s ok”

There’s a long stretch of silence until finally Marcus murmurs into your hair, barely above a whisper but you hear him clear as day, “do you think you love him?”

Tears instantly well in your eyes and you turn your head to bury it in your husband's neck, bringing your own arms out to wrap around him and keep him close. You don’t give him any type of verbal confirmation or denial, because you haven’t really figured that out for yourself, but the non-answer is perhaps an answer enough itself for Marcus. He knows it the moment he feels the hot tears on his skin and he hugs you tighter, large hand splayed across your back gently smoothing up and down your spine and whispering quiet little affirmations about how it’s ok as he holds you in his arms.

You don’t need to assure Marcus that you still love him, or that your feelings for Dave in any way take away from what you feel for him. He knows, because deep down inside in a place that he hasn’t allowed his head or heart to go yet, he knows has similar feelings for Dave too but that it doesn’t change a single solitary thing he feels for you.

“I know, I know” he gently soothes, slightly rocking you in his arms as your tears begin to flow freely.

He continues to hold you, letting you cry until finally he hears you sniffle a few times and he knows the tears have begun to subside before he speaks again.

“I uh… went by his office. This week”

That gets your attention. You gently push away from his chest, quickly swiping at your wet face with your hands before you lean back enough so you can look at him again.

“He wasn’t there” Marcus quickly offers, before you get too invested. “But I asked around and someone eventually told me he took a sabbatical. I guess he was due for one for a while and never took it but Monday morning he came in and put in the request and told them it was urgent so they let him take it” Marcus finishes with a shrug.

Your heart sinks even further as Marcus tells you this. You had no idea it was this bad that Dave would rather abandon his job just to avoid seeing either of you. You still don’t understand it all, what happened. You wish he would just come back and talk to you, explain himself. Even if it was to officially end things, at least you’d know where he stands.

“Wherever he is, I hope he’s OK” you sigh, snuggling further into Marcus. At least you still had each other. Your mind doesn’t want to wonder whether or not Dave has someone in his own bed to help ease the pain away. Not that he doesn’t have every right to, but it hurts your heart too much to even consider that he might.

“Yeah, me too” Marcus echoes your sentiment, bringing his lips down to press to your forehead.

You spend the rest of the day naked in bed together, making love for hours. It’s slow and sensual at first as Marcus explores every inch of your body and you of his, re-cementing your bond through every touch and kiss. You both need this. When more urgent needs arise your pacing and breathing picks up but what doesn’t change is the way you hold each other's gaze the entire time, refusing to look away even as you both reach your climaxes and your eyes beg to squeeze shut. As the day drags on and the sun begins to set outside your bedroom window you’ve lost count of your combined orgasms, only taking breaks when you need a refractory period during which one of you will patter off to the kitchen to get something easy to eat in bed along with some water and bring it back for you both to refuel your energy.

You talk more too, in those in-between moments when your bellies are full and your libidos are taking a much needed rest. Eventually you even get into hypotheticals, what you would have done had Dave not left that night, how it would change things for your relationship going forward. You both agreed you wouldn’t mind him being a more permanent fixture in your lives,if that’s what he wanted. And not just for sex. You wanted to have dinners with him, and lazy Sunday mornings in bed. You wanted him to come over after a long day at work and all cuddle up on the couch together, or for him to let the two of you take care of him in whatever capacity he needs whenever he needs it. You just wanted Dave. Both of you did.

You realize though that talking like that only makes it hurt more, knowing Dave clearly didn’t want the same thing. Maybe you and Marcus had gotten too familiar with him, too close, and that’s why he left. He never signed up to be part of your marriage and maybe what you’d thought you’d felt that last night with him was just delusion on your part. If he’d felt what you felt, how could he have just walked away?

You both ultimately resign to the fact that it’s over, whatever you had with Dave, and you mourn the loss together and make the united decision to put all your efforts into building your marriage even stronger than it had been before. The two of you need each other more than ever to fill the Dave York sized hole that was left in both your broken hearts.

Less than a couple hundred miles away the man in question sat at a small dining room table in the overly priced and blandly decorated vacation cottage he had rented for the summer. The sound of his children laughing and playing in the front yard brought a smile to his face just as he lifted his coffee cup to taste that first morning sip. He’s thankful in this moment to his ex-wife for allowing him to take his girls on an impromptu summer getaway to the quaint little beach town just one state over in Delaware. He missed them, of course, and always wanted more time with them, but really and truly he needed an escape from his life. He knew it was only a matter of time before you or Marcus would come looking for him and knew that Marcus could easily get access into his office building with the credentials he had so he felt he had no choice. He couldn’t face either of you right now, it was too painful. He knew if he didn’t stop seeing you now, he’d never want to stop, and that’s not what either of you had signed up for. It was easier for everyone this way, he’d let you get back to your lives and he would rebuild his own into what it was before. Quiet, solitary, comfortable.

Over the two and a half months he was away he would occasionally pick up his phone and check on your social medias. Neither of you posted a lot, but when you did you always looked happy. Marcus with his arm around you at an outdoor music festival, cocktails on a patio somewhere at sunset, a picture of Marcus in a sharp suit at one of your work fundraiser events standing next to the coat check with a slightly crooked smile on his face and holding your purse for you with your cute little caption that read ‘name a more perfect husband, I’ll wait’. Marcus had ‘liked’ and replied to the post saying “anything for my perfect wife.”

And they were perfect, Dave mused with a heavy sigh, clicking off his phone and tossing it across the table before burying his face in his hands. He needed to stop this, it only made it harder instead of easier. His children were a great distraction during the day, but at nights when he was alone in bed, his mind and his dick always betrayed him and thought of the two of you. He’d wrap a fist around himself and close his eyes, picturing the way you looked up at him on that last night together when he stood broken and desperate at your doorstep. Or Marcus sinking to his knees in front of him in the shower, or the way he felt when tremors racked his body as he came with Dave’s strong arms wrapped around his wet body.

God he missed you. Both of you. And unfortunately for him his sabbatical was coming to an end and the school year would be starting for his kids again and he had to go home, face reality. It was ok though, he doubted you still thought of him or would even bother to come looking for him after all this time. He could go back to the way his life always was. Dave had always been good at compartmentalizing and he could do this, too, he thinks. Washington was plenty big for the three of you, what were the odds he’d even run into you?

He didn’t know it at the time, but he was about to find out.

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wheels-of-despair · 7 months ago

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Home Pairing: Billy Knight x You Summary: Billy has a habit of randomly showing up at your doorstep, then disappearing. You hope that one day, you'll get to keep him. Prompt: "Can… Can I have a hug? Please?" + "Oh, sweetheart. Come here." (from this list) Words: 1k

It had been months since you'd last seen Billy Knight.

You thought of him often. Wondered where he was. What he was doing. If he was alright. If he was warm, if he was sleeping through the night, if he was getting enough to eat.

And then, one day, you came home to find him sitting on your doorstep. He'd fallen asleep with his head against your door, but jerked awake when he heard you coming. He stood quickly, nervously rubbing his nose and trying to dust off his muddy pants.

He had a black eye and a split lip.

"Hi, Billy," you greet softly.

"Hey," he says to the ground.

"How long have you been here?"

He shrugs and sniffs, rubing his red nose again.

"Wanna go inside? It's chilly out here today."

"Kay," he says, eyes to the ground.

You take out your keys and step closer to the door, and he jumps away from you. It makes your heart ache.

It always takes him a little while to warm up to you again. To remember that you're kind and patient and won't hurt him. It's like a voice inside of him tells him to come to you, because it's safe. But something else is telling him that you don't want him, that you could turn on him at any second, and that he needs to remain alert.

You hope that one day, he'll find a way to silence his doubts and decide to stay with you forever. That way, he'll never have to go through this adjustment period again. Because you'll never have to be apart.

You open the door, step inside, and flip on the lights. You stand aside and slowly take off your shoes while you wait for Billy to join you. He walks in cautiously, eyes darting around like someone's going to reach out and smack him for daring to enter. He kicks his shoes off too, wobbling a little and losing his balance. You reach out to steady him, and he flinches. You withdraw your hand without making contact.

"Would you like to take a shower while I make us something to eat?" you ask with a smile.

His eyes widen in fear. "Do I smell?"

"No," you lie. "I just thought a little hot water might make you feel better. Looks like he tuned you up pretty good."

His eyes fill with tears.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come." His voice wavers, and he reaches for the doorknob.

"Billy?" You step between him and the way out. He recoils. You pretend not to notice. "I have something for you."

He looks at the floor and rubs his nose.

You slowly hold your hand out, palm-up. He stares at it for a few seconds, then shakily reaches for it. Your hands clasp gently, and he finally looks up at you. You give him your warmest smile, grateful that your distraction worked.

"C'mon," you whisper, leading him slowly to your bedroom. You let his hand go when you reach the dresser. You kneel, grasp the knobs on the bottom drawer, and pull.

You have A Billy Drawer.

After he left you last time, you cleaned out a drawer and bought him a few things. T-shirts, sweats, socks, underwear, a hoodie. You'd even bought him his own soap and deodorant, so he wouldn't have to smell like you next time he slept over.

Billy stares at the neatly folded drawer, then looks to you with confusion on his face.

"I knew you'd come back to me," you smile.

His face crumples. He turns away from you and sobs into his hands. You stand, wanting so badly to wrap your arms around him, but you don't dare. Not yet. Not until he adjusts to being home again.

Home.

This could be his home forever, if he wanted. You wish you knew how to tell him that. Even if you found the words… would he believe you?

Billy's sobs wind down, and he dries his face on the sleeves of his faded flannel shirt. He turns slowly, head down, glancing up at you bashfully.

"M'sorry," he says.

"Billy, it's okay," you smile. "I'm glad you're here."

"You didn't have to do that." He gestures to the drawer full of things you bought just for him.

"I know you don't always have time to grab stuff when you leave your dad's," you explain gently. "I wanted you to feel at home here."

"Home?"

Home.

You nod and try not to tear up. You fail.

"If… if there's anything else you need, just let me know," you tell him, voice on the verge of cracking. "I can run out and--"

"Can…" Billy hesitates, his expression almost pained. Did you go too far? Did you scare him off? Is he going to run away and never come back? "Can I have a hug? Please?"

"Oh, sweetheart," you sigh in relief. "Come here."

You open your arms, and Billy walks into them. You hold him, gently at first, and then a little tighter. He hugs you back, just the same.

You don't let go until his stomach rumbles. You pull back with a smile. He looks embarrassed.

"How about I go make us some dinner?" you ask.

"Can I still…?"

"You want to take a shower?"

He nods.

"Go ahead, Bill." You lean in slowly to kiss him on the cheek, then nod your head toward his drawer. "Everything in there is for you. If you'd rather use what's already in the shower, that's fine too. Take your time. Food will be ready whenever you are."

Billy smiles gratefully, and you walk toward the kitchen. You glance back to see him kneeling on the floor, rifling through the contents of The Billy Drawer with a look of wonder on his face. You hope one day, there will be more than just a drawer for him here.

When Billy finally emerges from the bathroom, wearing clean clothes and smelling like a dream, he looks like a different person. There's color in his cheeks. His hair is drying with a bit of curl. His eye and lip look better. And best of all, there's a smile on his face.

You don't know how long he's going to stay. But you know you're going to spend every second of your time together making him feel like he belongs here, with you. Like this could be the warm, safe, happy home he deserves.

Maybe this time, he'll stay.

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callmeklair · 10 months ago

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unrequited [part iii]

unrequited is about to end. I divided the last part into two, so the remaining half will be posted as an epilogue (because I wanted to put you all on edge after reading this half part.)

the scene mentioned here is from Reiji's DF brute ending.

«"it's your fault!" »

the atmosphere was very awkwardly tense for Yui, Shu was silently staring at them both, while Reiji darted his eyes back and forth between her and the trembling tray.

“Shu, what are you doing here? we were in the middle of something.”

“so she really went to you after getting bored with me?”

Yui jumped at his words, she was already aware how bad these both’s relationship was and now it might turn worse-

“I don't even wanna decipher whatever you are assuming but I have morals and I'm, like always, teaching her in the subject she is facing difficulty at.”

“teaching her that tray?”

“.... do you really have to meddle like that? she just made me a little something to show her gratitude. anything else, you are curious about Shu?”

“*pwah* nah it's such a drag, I was just worried about my little brother falling into a trap and getting his heart broken”

“you-” before Reiji can say anything Shu walked away.

there was this sudden twisting knot he felt when he saw Yui and his little brother together. but why…?

why was he so curious about what Reiji and Yui do? it's not like him. Shu has been pondering over this as he tries to find a place to sleep. she really is all over his mind, especially after that day.

ah, now that he thinks about it, today he didn't have any nightmare or headache making his memories blunder.

whatever, it's none of his business. like always.

meanwhile at Yui's side, she is still trembling. the wound is too deep. just when she thought she'd get over Shu, and heal herself, he dropped himself in front of her at the wrong time.

“yui...”

a gentle hand catches a hold of her trembling hand at the edge of the tray. it was cold, yet warm. for the first time, Yui felt his touch without the gloves. his fingers were really soft.

She looked up.

“don't cry”

cry? ah- she didn't even notice her eyes getting teary and his soothing touch made her feel so comfortable that she was on the edge of tears falling out. it's been so long, so long since she felt safe under someone's touch. after going through all kinds of cruel, brutal and cold touches, she finally felt a warm and gentle touch under Shu's care. after a long time of everything she went through, at last she didn't have to go through them again because Shu was with her. they were family.

but in the end, everything went back to square one, when she arrived in the Sakamaki mansion. not only Shu didn't remember anything, the realization of going through that cruelty again, being kidnapped by Mukamis again, the Tsukinamis, and maybe more. she was all alone in the end.

to top it off, seeing Reiji differently did give her a sense of safety but what if there are more things that changed just like him. the advantage of knowing the future and trying her best to avoid it this time went in vain.

w-w-why. w-why. why!?

Yui was no longer able to hold it in and the tears poured out as she looked at Reiji begging for even a little reassurance and help. and he did. he gently wiped away her tears, reminding her over and over again that he is here.

“I'm here Yui, I'm here. I'll always be here.” he bent down and hugged her as she cried more on his shoulder, holding him tightly around his neck, fearing he'll break the hug any moment. she doesn't want to let him go, she won't let him go.

“I… don't want to stay here anymore i-if I'll have to see his face everyday. I just can't.” she begged in between her sobbing, muttering I can't over and over again like a chant.

He thought he'll help Yui by getting her together with Shu, but it looked like something else on her part. she doesn't even want to see him…

rubbing her back as gently as possible despite being stiff he tried to calm her down. it was the first time for him to see someone rely on him from their own will. it was truly a rare sight.

a few hours later, Yui was awed as she walked and took in the sight of Eden like a little curious child. she asked all kinds of details to Reiji as he conveniently explained everything to her with pride. he was always happy and proud while boosting his father's achievements.

“wait here, I'll go and check if the rooms are prepared as I ordered.”

“Rooms?”

“yes… rooms?” he raised a questioning eyebrow at her intriguing… advance?

“But for some time… just for some time, can't we stay together in one room especially because things are really new to me here…. in the demon world.”

Yui looked at her feet shyly, too afraid to see his reaction. a moment passed and nothing else. she pinched herself internally for getting him uncomfortable, of course he is Reiji and he values his morals and dignity more than anything. even though he has changed, there is no way he is risking to be seen with a mortal woman as the prince of the demon world.

“uh- ahem, sure” he was thankful that Yui still had her head down so she won't be able to see his disturbed composure and red cheeks, while on the other hand Yui was not able to bring her head up and look at Reiji especially when she is totally aware of the heat rising in her cheeks.

“ahem okay, I'll go and tell them the changes and get things done quickly. wait here for a moment.”

Yui was alone I'm the corridor but she wasn't scared, she was too busy to be scared. the only thing that ran through her mind continuously were the thoughts of Reiji.

“Reiji-san…” she blushed even at the mention of his name from her own mouth. oh no was this really a good sign?

“Eve” for a moment her world spinned and she found herself in a gigantic room with a mysterious interior, like she was in space? and the voice… it was really mesmerizing.

looking up she found a handsome man with long silver hair and golden eyes. he was truly beautiful. she has never seen someone so majestic in her whole life. yes this was Karlheinz, the last man she saw before the time was turned back. maybe he might have answers for her questions.

“I'm finally glad to see you, eve.” Eve? again? why is he so insisted on calling her eve? even Mukamis' won't stop doing that until one day they finally accepted her as Yui and not eve.

“I'm sorry but I'm not eve, Karlheinz-san. please refrain from doing so.” she tried to be as polite as possible.

“haha, okay I won't call you that anymore. then, Miss Yui Komori, shall we have a talk?”

Yui nodded, kind of expecting what he was about to say next?

“So you remember everything don't you? Each and every event.”

“Yes, and… seeing how you are not surprised that I know your name, you also remember everything.” even though she was scared to speak because of his intimidating presence, she has to, especially if she wants to find the answers.

“ahaha, saying that I remember will be an understatement especially when I'm the one who turned back time.”

Yui's eyes darkened, remaining speechless as she proceeded his words internally. right it shouldn't be such a surprise to her that he is capable of doing something this big when his sons have told her all kinds of stories about him.

but why? why? why did he do that?

“why?” she could no longer hold in her words.

“why? because, Shu didn't meet my expectations and turned out to be a failed experiment.”

“experiment!?”

“yes eve, ah sorry, miss Yui, experiment. he didn't meet my expectations as an adam.”

“what do you mean?” it was such a horrendous thought for her to imagine how Karlheinz treated his own sons as some experimental bait.

“miss Yui, what do you think about my son Reiji?” huh? why is he suddenly talk about Reiji? weren't they talking about something else, why is he suddenly talking about…

she doesn't know how these two topics are related but she can sense it's an important serious question.

“Reiji-san… I, I love him.” Karlheinz frowned.

“But didn't you love Shu, is your heart that easy to waver from another man's affection? or is it because his love was not too strong for you that he couldn't remember anything while you can?”

…

right, why? why is she suddenly hooked on Reiji, when just some weeks ago she was crying over Shu.

maybe she have the answer.

“no. Shu-san, he… he really loved me. Knowing what he went through, even though he was slowly and coming to accept the terms of this word and emotion called love, he was never at fault.”

“I'm someone who has received love from the time I was born because I'm a human grown among humans and a healthy environment. But, there's a limit a heart can only handle enough. Love doesn't mean you have to be stuck on only one person, there's a difference. there is a reason why love is two-sided.”

she paused. was she saying it right? even she is not aware of what she keeps saying.

“Shu doesn't remember, yet I blindly follow him, pestering him, forcing him to remember because I was insanely in love with him and didn't want to let him go. but isn't that toxic? love can never be forced. if he wants, he'll remember it by himself. Shu has always rejected people around him because of what he went through and he was still improving and moving on from that method until you interfered. My love was only turning black day by day as I realised how I was confident enough that no matter what he won't leave me alone in this animesic world and remember soon.”

“and so, it was time for me to fully move on. even though it was difficult for me, I had to. even though it was against my own will, I had to before I ruined Shu with my insane black love. I don't mind getting ruined by this venom, but I can't let Shu be trapped in it too because he'll never be able to forgive himself.”

“so in other words, Reiji was like an antidote to your venom?” antidote… his words sound like he is talking about some research.

“Reiji-san he…” Yui didn't know what to say, it's like the words are at the tip of her tongue but she is not able to say it.

“Eve, do you still believe Reiji doesn't remember anything?” his tone became very serious especially how he went back to calling her eve.

“w-what do you mean?” she knows what he is implying, she had her own thoughts and doubts about it but she didn't want to re-ignite the hope.

“Eve, you say that you love Reiji. but will you after I show you what he did to you?”

and in a blink of an eye, Yui found herself in the familiar hallways of Eden but… the scene was different. she was just an observer as she witnessed Reiji & Karlheinz spar each other and someone exactly like her watching them with a concerned expression.

everything happened suddenly. Reiji lost and Karlheinz refused to kill him even though he kept begging to do so. In the end it led to madness as Yui saw the crazy glint in his eyes. Calling himself failure and unloved by his own father… he stabbed her. her.

‘its your fault!” he said as he stabbed her, muttering how his affection was only a ploy and nothing else, in total madness and walked away.

“Eve, isn't Reiji's love weak too, if a small negligent love from me can make him kill you in pure insanity?”

“Eve, is it love if he remembers everything yet concealed it from you? It was like he was being selfish, not wanting to help you and Shu get back together.”

this whole time Yui was unable to process things as the gruesome stabbing scene replayed in her mind. she needed time. she really needed some time.

“what do you think, Reiji?”

‘…!? Reiji? he is here!? don't tell me Karlheinz-san said & showed all that despite knowing Reiji was listening?’

Yui finally understood why Karlheinz suddenly brought Reiji's topic out of nowhere. it was his intention all along.

Reiji choked as the door opened by itself. he wasn't ready to meet eyes with Yui, especially after what he just heard. but perhaps it was impossible. the look in her eyes… he cannot read it. or maybe it's because he doesn't want to be able to read them.

#diabolik lovers #yui komori #dialovers #komori yui #diabolik lovers fandom #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #shu x yui #yui x shu #shuyui #yui x reiji #reiji x yui #reiyui #unrequited reiyui #diabolik lovers yui

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omg this isn't a request or anything but could you imagine Azris babysitting Toddler Dahlia for a day 💀

THEY WOULD BE STRESSED.

Lucien would smugly hand her over to eris in such a sickly sweet tone that is far too sarcastic to have any good intentions and then just run away

While Eris looks at the child in his arms, so confident that he's got this since he has so many siblings. I feel like Azriel would be the type to have no experience AT ALL and probs poke the Dahlia and then get his finger bitten off.

(many lives were lost that day)

Lucien just winnows into Eris' office, holds up his daughter and is like "Do you wanna babysit your perfect, sweet, innocent little niece?? Of course you do!!!"

Before Eris can even get a word out Lucien is pretty much shoving Dahlia into Eris' arms, goes on for a moment about how easy she is to take care of then bolts out of the office.

Dahlia is giggling and babbling in his arms, Eris is like "Well then, just you and me little one."

Azriel shows up and is like "Wtf???" And Eris is like "This is my niece aka our niece and we are taking care of her today."

Then Dahlia spots a shiny breakable on Eris' desk and is immediately like, "Gimme!"

Eris, being super responsible, goes, "No, no that could hurt you if it breaks."

Dahlia looks up at Eris, and in the most serious voice a toddler can manage, says, "Gimme."

Eris says, "No."

Claws are out, there is screaming, there is crying, there is blood, there are bruises and there are tears. Azriel runs to the nearest corner and is hiding, while Eris is cursing and trying to tear this tiny ball of furry fury off of him.

Eris only manages to calm Dahlia down by lighting a nearby chair on fire, and ofc Dahlia being the chaos gremlin she is, is immediately like, "ooooh fire!" And forgets all about the shiny breakable.

So now the fear of Dahlia has been slapped into Eris and Azriel.

And the day is full of chaos, Eris still tries to say no and teach Dahlia she cannot get everything she wants, she does not take this very well.

Azriel is hiding from behind a chair, whenever Eris brings Dahlia into the room, Azriel either leaves or gets as far away as he can.

Then Dahlia is overtired, which means more outbursts and more destruction.

And then Azriel decides, 'I don't know anything about children, but when I was a kid, my shadows sung to me to calm me down and I'm desperate, so let's give that a shot."

So from the corner of the room, Azriel is hidden in his shadows and starts singing a lullaby. And Dahlia hears it and is like 'Interesting... this pleases me.' And she goes to sleep.

Eris is incriedbly indignant that Azriel was the one to get her to sleep so he hands Dahlia over to him and is like "You know what, you deal with her."

Azriel then does paperwork with Dahlia asleep in his arms, whenever she starts to fuss he hums under his breaths and she falls asleep again. Azriel is now smitten with his niece in law (Is that what she would be to him??)

Anyway, then Dahlia wakes up and is alight with energy and tries to bite Azriel in the wing.

Thankfully around this time Tamlin shows up to collect her and is like "Alright thats enough time to go home."

Tam has now developed a system for Dahlia, cause turns out all that biting and lashing out is because she's teething really badly. So, he shifts antlers, puts her on his head and Dahlia immediately chews on them and is happy again.

Then Tamlin's like "Thanks for looking after her, I know she's a handful!"

And off he goes.

Eris is now slamming his head into his desk because, of course, of course, of course it was teething!

Though when Dahlia is 200, she still likes to affectionately bite people so maybe it wasn't just teething :D

#this would be hilarious tho #so chaotic #so full of fun times #the fun times are really only for dahlia #azriel is still smitten #even after she bites him #who wouldn't be?#acotar #pro tamlin #tamlin #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #pro eris vanserra #azris #tamcien #tamlin's daughter #acotar headcanons #acotar au

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areyoudreaminof · 1 year ago

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Golden Hour: An Elucien Week Playlist

It's all come to this. To say I've been waiting on pins and needles for @elucienweekofficial is the biggest understatement. I spent months curating every song, beat, and lyric to best represent Elucien for Day 1: Mates.

SJM said that Elain was the person that she and Lucien didn't see coming, and that they would find "tension, growth, and healing," together. How great of a love story will that be? So for this playlist, I structured the 20 tracks around that narrative. Side A is the tension and Side B is healing and growth. Listen to it here! And come with me behind the cut for the lyrics. I hope this playlist inspires all of you to write, draw, create, and just jam.

Just Pretend-Bad Omens:

I know the pain That you hide behind the smile on your face And not a day Goes by where I don't think I feel the same So will you wait me out Or will you drown me out? I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

S P A C E-Amber Marks:

I know, it is hard to comprehend Why won’t, you let me be in my head? Alone, I need to be So don’t, straight up come walking in I tried, to warn you many times Now I, don’t want to start a fight But I, can’t go on this way So why, won’t you just give me some time?

Sunflower-Tamino :

Oh baby, don’t you notice me? Notice me, so ready to lose everything Everything for your love Every day I’m getting closer to you But you never answer my song I know love does not come easy Oh there must be someone who hears me

I Wanna Be Yours-Arctic Monkeys:

Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours

2AM-Foals:

It's 2am and I've gone and lost my friends But I can't sleep alone again No, I can't sleep alone, I just wanna go home And it's 2am again And all these years, I've been running from my fears But I can't sleep alone again And all my life, I've been looking for a light That I can't reignite again

It’s the nights When I keep you in my mind That I hoped that I'd be fine But I've started showing signs Of another late night Of another night time Oh, I hoped that you'd be mine

Old Stone-Laura Marling

Old stone Ten thousand years and you're still on your own Don't you love, don't you love me that way? And if you swear that you're alright I'm not gonna try and change your mind Because the same night I dream that I lose you I'll fall in love Oh, honey don't let me walk away from this If I'm trying to fuck up my own life Then until I figure out why I think it's best you keep your distance Lest I fall in love

1957-Milo Greene

The scent you wear moves in lines from your apartment into mine, You act like you don't know me My god you tempt my anxious mind, Takes me away, takes me away, takes me away

Shut Up, Kiss Me-Angel Olsen I could make it all disappear You could feed me all of your fears We could end all this pain right here We could rewind all of those tears I could take it down to the floor You don't have to feel it anymore A love so real that it can't be ignored It's all over, baby blue, I'm still yours

Spanish Sahara-Foals

Forget the horror here Leave it all down here It's future rust and it's future dust I'm the fury in your head I'm the fury in your bed I'm the ghost in the back of your head 'Cause I am

Waiting for You-The Aces

And I hope you know that I want you I've been sitting here waiting I've been waiting for you I've sent out invitations It's getting frustrating waiting for you I think you know, I'm waiting for you I'll take your hand and kiss your fingers So you don't have to break the ice No need for chill, just lose your filter I'm ready to dive in Melt the ice and just swim

Worship-Years and Years

Wanna be here tonight Wanna hide in your light Wanna cover my eyes I feel you reflecting me I worship all that you see

Just tell me how I can prove I'm the one for your fire And I'll take you higher I'll do it for you And you can worship me too

My My My! Troye Sivyan

Now, let's stop running from love Running from love Let's stop, my baby Let's stop running from us Let's stop, my baby Oh my, my, my I die every night with you Oh my, my, my Living for your every move

Butterflies-Kacey Musgraves

Kiss full of color makes me wonder where you've always been I was hiding in doubt 'til you brought me out of my chrysalis And I came out new All because of you

And now, you're lifting me up 'stead of holding me down Stealing my heart 'stead of stealing my crown Untangled all the strings 'round my wings that were tied I didn't know him and I didn't know me Cloud Nine was always out of reach Now, I remember what it feels like to fly

Cutty Love-Milo Greene

Time can over-complicate But darling I refuse to wait There's no way of planning For the fall All your paths will fade away Questions read by years in pain I can be the answer to it all

Even if your heart stops I'll be there to hold you up Even as the world turns I'll be there to watch the fire burn Burn us both alive

The Lamb You Lost-Jesca Hoop & Sam Beam

There is music in the sea And we swim into the sound Far adrift like I am free When your voice turns me around

Any heart could burst its shell Love is made for broken things Bring your hands to know me well Know my heart for what it sings

Moon in a tidal lock And I am born to love you

If It Feels Good, Then It Must Be-Leon Bridges

More than I choose to, I’m falling in love, And love I ain’t used to You give me that stuff No, I can’t refuse you You and I in the light, it’s alright Say you will, say you might If this is wrong, then nothing’s right See yourself like I do Oh, tonight looks good on you

Sunlight-Hozier

All the tales the same Told before and told again A soul that’s born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And at last can grant a name To a buried and a burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, my sunlight

Dog Years-Maggie Rogers

I spend my time daydreaming As sure as the sea It's just you and me Oh, and I'm the one that loves you

Come what may I'll still stay Inside your mind For all of time

Made to Love-John Legend

Oooh, I've never seen anything It's much more than you and me Extraordinary machine I was sent here for you We were made to love You were sent for me too We were made to love

Golden Hour-Kacey Musgraves

Baby, don't you know? That you're my golden hour The color of my sky You've set my world on fire And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright I used to get sad And lonely when the sun went down But it's different now 'Cause I love the light that I've found In you

I would not be here, writing or making playlists, were it not for Elucien. More importantly, were it not for Elucien, I wouldn't have met all of the wonderful people I now get to call my friends.

@acowarelucien @asnowfern @andrigyn @bookofmirth @bagelfyre @cursebrkr @c-e-d-dreamer @carmasi @damedechance @foundress0fnothing @iftheshoef1tz @melting-houses-of-gold @iheartfjords @krem-has-a-mess @kingofsummer93 @acourtdelaluna @lovingelucien @ofduskanddreams @mossytrashcan @octobers-veryown @panicatthenightcourt @reverie-tales @spell-cleavers @separatist-apologist @stickyelectrons @sunshinebingo @thelovelymadone @the-lonelybarricade @tuzna-pesma-snova @vulpes-fennec @velidewrites @wittyrejoinder @wilde-knight @yazthebookish @ineffable-resplendence @sideralwriting @ablogofbipanic @acourtdelaluna @foreverinelysian @filthyglamdoll @thesistersarcheron @ultadverb, @bellatrixship @potatocolada, @bennylavasbuns @lady-yenn @millameazza @acourtofthought

#elucien #elucienweek2023 #acotar playlist project #finally it's here!#Spotify

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jakeyzzz · 2 years ago

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Heaven is a Place on Earth with you...

(fluff fluff fluff) - jungwon x f!reader oneshot -

masterlist ♡

⚠️☁️ warnings - ( overthinking, jungwon crying, sadness, worrying, fear, comforting, cuddling, slow dancing, kissing, making out, hugging, fluffffff !!!, nicknames ) - ☁️⚠️

!!! please let me know if I missed anything <3

!! english is not my first language so please be nice 🌻🌜

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It was about 2:30AM when you woke up to soft Music coming from your living room. The space next to you was empty, which means that Jungwon probably went through another sleepless Night. After a few Minutes of rubbing your Eyes, drinking some Water, and stealing one of Jungwon's Hoodies you finally had the Energy to get up and make your Way to the living room.

Your eyes almost immediately met with Jungwon's tired ones. You found him on the Couch, lying on his side with his Hands between his legs trying to get some sleep. But as soon as he saw your Figure approaching him, his eyes started filling with tears. You kneeled down in front of him, softly cupping his cheeks. ,, What's wrong my love?'' You stroked his cheek, as he let out quiet sobs. He shrugged his shoulders at your Question. ,,I don't even know what's wrong .. I just started overthinking and I can't sleep. It's been like that for a few Days now and I'm just so tired of everything. I've been feeling so lonely even though I'm not and for some Reason I started worrying about my future ? I know it probably sounds so stupid I'm so sorry.'' You shook your head. ,, No Jungwon it doesn't sound stupid. I understand. I promise you everything will be alright ... It's okay to take a Moment and just breathe.'' You told him as you softly kissed his forehead.

Jungwon cracked a smile, as he wiped a Tear away. ,,Thank you for listening'' He said. You smiled. ,,Thank you for telling me about your worries, wonnie'' You answered before taking both of his Hands to pull him up from the Couch, making Jungwon smile at you. You pulled Jungwon towards the little Music Speaker in your living room, making him gently wrap his Arm around your waist, as your Hand softly reached to his broad Shoulder. And as soon as Video Games by Lana del Rey started playing, you both got lost in the Moment.

You lovingly stared at each other's eyes as you slowly swayed your Bodies to the Music, making Jungwon rest his Forehead on yours. By now both had your Eyes closed, just fully enjoying the Moment. ''Heaven is a Place on Earth with you, Tell me all the things you wanna do...'' . Oh how much you both loved that Line. ,,She's right'' Jungwon suddenly said, breaking the silence. ,,What do you mean ?'' Jungwon smiled. ,, Heaven definitely is a place on Earth with you, my love.'' You had no Idea if Jungwon knew how much you loved him for saying that. You didn't even think twice as you pulled him into a soft, passionate Kiss.

Every single time you kissed, you were sure that your Lips were made for each other. Jungwon wrapped both of his Arms around your waist, as he deepened the Kiss. ,,I love you so much'' He spoke against your Lips, before pulling you in again. After a few more Minutes of Kissing, your Hands found his soft Cheeks , as you softly broke the Kiss.

Jungwon opened his Eyes again as he smiled at you, before he carefully twirled you around,making you giggle. You immediately wrapped your Arms around him again. ,,I love you too, Jungwon. And please don't ever forget, that you're not alone'' You muttered, resting your Head on his Shoulder. Jungwon felt himself melting into your Touch.

He wondered, how someone could make him feel that happy and safe in such a short Time. ,,Y/N?'' He whispered. You answered with a quiet hum,making Jungwon smile softly. ,,Since we're wide awake right now ... do you wanna watch the Sunrise later ?'' You grinned at Jungwon, loving his suggestion. ,,I'd love to'' You said, giving him another peck on his Lips.

You both took all the blankets and pillows you had, before quickly running back to your shared Bedroom. Jungwon immediately pulled you on the Bed, before quickly snuggling up to you. You calmingly stroked his Back, drawing little figures with your Fingertips on random spots, making Jungwon hide his Face in the crook of your Neck. ,,Y/N ?'' He whispered. ,,Yes, Baby ?'' He giggled quietly, making you smile. ,,I think i'm too tired to wait for the Sunrise'' Jungwon murmured, looking at you with his beautiful, big eyes. You chuckled. ,,It's okay ... you can sleep'' You told him, before giving him a Kiss on his Forehead.

Jungwon looked at you, as he placed another soft Kiss on your Lips before putting his Head on your Chest. ,,Angel?'' You looked at him, waiting for him to continue. Jungwon reached his Hand out to cup your Cheek,before he continued talking. ,,I think you're so much more beautiful than the Sunrise'' He mumbled, softly smiling at you. You've never blushed so hard. You quickly hid your Face behind a random pillow you brought earlier, to stop Jungwon from teasing you.

You heard Jungwon laugh, as you carefully threw another Pillow at him. He suddenly took the Pillow away from your Hands, so he could look at your Face again. He smiled,pulling you towards him. You were now next to each other, looking at each other Face to Face. ,,I'm serious.. you're so beautiful Y/N. You're the most beautiful Girl i've ever seen'' He quietly said, before kissing the Tip of your Nose.

You shut him up by kissing him again. You were pretty bad at taking compliments. Jungwon smiled against your Lips, pulling you even closer. You didn't even notice the Sun slowly rising outside your windows, as you softly made out on your comfortable Bed. And right after Jungwon broke the Kiss, you both looked out of your Windows at the same Time.

The Sky was painted with the most beautiful colors, making your little Moment seem even more perfect. Jungwon held you in his Arms the entire Time, as you watched the Sun slowly lighten your Room. ,, See ... I told you you're more beautiful''

#enhypen #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fluff #enhypen jungwon #jungwon fluff #yang jungwon #yang jungwon soft hours #jungwon soft hours #fluff #drabbles #headcanon #enhypen headcanons #enhypen soft hours #enhypen scenarios #enhypen oneshots #yang jungwon ff #enhypen ff #fanfiction

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layce2015 · 1 year ago

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Dream A Little Dream Of Me

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I walk in a bar and found Sam sitting there, drinking. This took me by surprise as he rarely does this so I walk up to him. "There you are. What are you doing?" I asked him, relieved, as Sam turns to me. "Having a drink." He replied. "It's 2 in the afternoon. Drinking whiskey?" I said.

"I drink whiskey all the time." he grumbles. "No, you don't." I said and he turns to me. "What's the big deal? You and Dean get sloppy in bars, and both of you would hit on people all the time before enough two got together. Why can't I?" Sam snapped and I was taken aback by this.

"What's going on with you?" I asked him, worried, and Sam shakes his head, and doesn't say anything for a few moments. He looks completely lost. "I tried, (y/n)." he mutters and I give him a confused look. "To do what?" I asked him. "To save Dean." He replied and I look down, let out a heavy sigh then take the seat next to him.

"Could I get a whiskey, double, neat." I said to the bartender and Sam turns to me. "I'm serious, (y/n)." He said. "No, you're drunk." I remarked. "I mean, where Dean's going...what he's gonna become. I can't stop it and neither can you." He said, looking close to tears. "I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it. But really, the thing is, no one can save Dean." Sam said and I frown.

"Well, he has been telling us that." I said. "No, that's not what I mean. I mean, no one can save him because he doesn't wanna be saved. I mean, how can Dean care so little about himself." Sam said and I shrug. "I don't know. I wish I knew." I said just as my phone rings.

"Hello?" I answered. "(Y/n), did you find him?" Dean's voice asked. "Yeah, I found him at the bar." I said and Sam looks over at me. "Good, I need you guys to come back now." Dean said, in a panicked voice. "What's wrong?" I asked. "It's Bobby..." he replied and my eyes widen in fear.

Later, we were at the hospital to see Bobby lying in his bed. "So, what's the diagnosis?" Sam asked the doctor. "We've tested everything we can think to test. He seems perfectly healthy." The doctor said. "Except that he's comatose." Dean growls as I give a look of sadness to Bobby.

"Mr. Sniderson, you're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?" the doctor asked Dean. "No, he-he never gets sick. I mean, he doesn't even catch cold." Dean replied.

"Doctor, is there anything you can do?" I asked the doctor. "Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know what's causing it...so we don't know how to treat it. He just...went to sleep, and didn't wake up." He said and the boys and I share a look and then we look over at Bobby.

We make our way to the motel Bobby was staying at and enter the room. "So, what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?" Sam asked. "Unless he's taking an extremely lame vacation..." Dean said as he closes the door and we walk into the center of the room.

"I mean, he must have been working a job, right? They continue to walk around the room." Sam said. "Well, you think there'd be some sort of sign of something, you know?" I said as Sam opens a drawer, but it's empty. Dean and I do the same, and that too is empty. The room looks completely clean.

"Research, news clippings..." I said as Sam turns to the closet. "Or a frigging pizza box or a beer can." Dean said as he walks away from the dresser he was looking in, and Sam walks over to the closet. "How 'bout this?" Sam said and we walk over to him as he moves the clothes out of the way and on the wall behind them hangs all of the news clippings, maps and pictures we were looking for.

There's pictures of roots, mushrooms, seeds and a map where Bobby has written Pittsburgh in big letters and underlined it. There's postists with adresses and numbers. There's a piece of paper about a plant.

"Good old Bobby, always covering up his tracks." Dean chuckles. "You guys make heads or tails of any of this?" Sam asked and Dean takes one of the papers about a plant and reads the title of it. "Silene capensis, which of course means absolutely nothing to me." Dean said and I noticed a newspaper clipping. "Here." I said as I take a newspaper clipping and skim over it.

"Dr. Walter Gregg, 64, university neurologist." I read. "How'd he bit it?" Dean asked me. "Um...actually, they don't know. They say he just went to sleep and didn't wake up." I said and Dean takes the clipping from me, reading it himself. "That sound familiar to you guys?" Dean asked.

"Alright, um...So let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death. You know, hunting after something--" Sam started to explain and Dean looks up at him. "That started hunting him." He finished and Sam nods. "Alright, Sam stay here. See if you can make heads or tails of this." Dean said as he points to the closet. "(Y/n), come with me." He said and I nod.

"What are you gonna do?" Sam asked him. "Look into the good Doctor myself." Dean said as he walks to the door. Sam and I share a look before I shrug then follow Dean out

"So you're Dr. Gregg's lab assistant?" I asked the woman, Miss Sanders, as we walked into the office, which was cluttered with books and boxes. "That's right." she replied. "Well, his death must have come as a shock to you." said Dean. "Yeah, it did." she replied as Dean and I look around the office, while Sanders stands behind us.

"But, still, go in your sleep, peacefully...That's what you wish for, right?" she asked as we look over at her. "Yeah. Right." Dean mutters as I look at a book on the Doctor's desk. "Dr. Gregg uh...studied sleeping disorders?" I asked her as I pick up the book and hold it up for Sanders. "Dreams?" I said, questioning, as Sanders looks at me, confused.

"I don't understand. I went over all of this with the other Detective." she said as I put down the book and Dean and I look at her, curious. "You already spoke to another Detective?" Dean asked. "Yes. A very nice older man with a beard." She replied and Dean and I share a quick glance before I turn to her. "Well, we'd love to hear it again if you don't mind." I said and she looks between us.

"Thing is, I'm sort of busy. Maybe we could do this later?" she said and Dean and I share a look before Dean shrugs.

"Sure. Yeah. Just bring you down to the station later this afternoon." he said and her face falls. "Get your statement on tape, do it all official-like." said Dean and Sanders sighs.

"Look, okay, I didn't know about Dr. Gregg's experiments. Not until I was cleaning out his files." she said, which took me aback. "His experiments, uh...? The ones he was conducting on sleeping?" I asked her. "No one knew, okay? Not the university, not anybody. I already spoke with a Lawyer and he told me I can't be held liable for anything." She replied.

"Maybe you couldn't, but that was before the new evidence came to light." Dean said and Sanders furrows her brow. "New evidence? What new evidence?" She asked. "We're not at liberty to say." Dean said and Sanders sighs.

"Look, I'm just a grad student, this was a gig to cover tuition." she said. "Maybe so. But, uh, still this...this could go on your permanent record. Unless you hand over the Doctor's research to us. All of it." Dean said to her

"Look, I don't know what the RA said, but, ah, I was growing ferns." Jeremy said as we walk into his home. "Take it easy, Phish, that's not why we're here." Dean scoffs. "Really? Oh, thank God. Okay." Jeremy said, relieved, while i hold up the file in my hand.

"We wanna talk to you about Dr. Gregg's sleep study." I said and Jeremy nods. "Yeah. Dr. Gregg just died, right?" He said and we nod. "You were one of his test subjects, right?" Dean asked him. "Yeah." Jeremy said as he opens his fridge and takes out three beers. He holds them up a bit, motioning as a question. He then holds two out to me and Dean.

"Unless you two are on duty or whatever?" Jeremy asked and Dean and I share a look before Dean looks to the door for a second, and then decides to go for the beer. "I guess I can make an exception." Dean said as he takes the bottle.

Jeremy holds out the other bottle to me and I shake my head. "I'm good, thanks." I said. Jeremy nods then sets the bottle down and grabs the bottle opener. He opens his bottle as Dean opens his. They hold up their beers to each other and then take a swig.

"Now, Dr. Gregg was testing treatments for a, uh, "Charcot-Wilbrand syndrome? Which means...?" I said, continuing the interview, while Dean was enjoying his beer. "Um..I, uh..I can't dream." He said and I give him a confused look. "I had this bike accident when I was a kid and banged my head pretty good and I haven't had a dream since. Till the study. You know. Sort of." He explains.

"What'd the doc give you?" Dean asked. "It's this yellow tea. It..it smelled awful, tasted worse." Jeremy replied. "What did it do?" I asked. "Just passed right out. And uh, I had the most vivid, super-intense dream. Like a bad acid trip, you know?" He said and Dean chuckles while I shake my head. "Totally." He mutters and I elbow him in his arm then he clears his throat.

"I mean, no." He said, firmly. "That was it. I dropped out of the study right after that. I didn't...like it. To tell you the truth...it kind of scared me." Jeremy said and Dean and I look at him, thoughtful.

Dean and I were sitting by Bobby's bed, watching for any sign of him waking up. I let out a heavy sigh then lean my head against Dean's shoulder. He takes my hand in his and goes to kiss the top of my head then leans against mine.

Sam enters a few minutes later and we raise our head then turn around to look at him. We share a look before Sam walks further into the room. "How is he?" Sam asked and Dean rubs his hand over his chin as he turns back to Bobby. Sam walks to stand by the foot of the bed, with files in his hand.

"No change." Dean said as I nod towards the files. "What you got?" I asked him then Dean and I get up and walk over to Sam, to see what he brought with him.

"Well, considering what you guys told me about the doc's experiments...Bobby's wall is starting to make a hell of a lot more sense." He explains. "How so?" Dean asked and Sam holds up a picture of a plant from the folder. "This plant, Silene capensis, is also known as African Dream Root. It's been used by shaman and medicine men for centuries." He said and I sigh a bit.

"Let me guess. They dose up, bust out didjeridus, start kicking around the hackey." I said and Sam slightly shakes his head. "Not quite. If you believe the legends, it's used for dreamwalking. I mean, entering another person's dreams, poking around in their heads." He said. "I take it we believe the legends." Dean said and all three of us share a look. "When don't we? But dreamwalking is just the tip of the iceberg." Sam said and he picks up a paper from the folder that contains info on the root and a drawing of it.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. "I mean, this Dream Root is some serious mojo. You take enough of it, with practice, you can become a regular Freddy Krueger. You can control anything. You could turn bad dreams good, you could turn good dreams bad." He said and all of us look at Bobby for a moment then back at each other.

"And killing people in their sleep?" Dean asked and Sam nods. "For example. So let's say uh, let's say this doc was testing this stuff on his patients, Tim Leary-style." Sam explains. "Somebody gets pissed at him, decides to give him a little dream visit, he goes nighty-night." I said. "What about Bobby? I mean, if the killer came after him, how come he's still alive?" Sam asked. "Don't know." Dean and I said as we look back at Bobby, sadly.

"So how do we find our homicidal sandman?" Dean asked Sam as we walk out of Bobby's room. "Could be anyone." Sam said. "Yeah?" Dean and I said. "Yeah." Sam said. "Anyone who knew the Doctor and had access to his dream shrooms." I said. "Maybe one of his test subjects or something?" Sam asked. "Possible. But his research was pretty sketchy. I mean...I don't know how many subjects he had or who all of them were." Dean said and Sam scoffs.

"What?" I asked him and Sam sighs, loudly. "Any other case, we'd be calling Bobby and asking him for help right now." Sam said and Dean looks like he just thought of something. He grabs us by our arms to stop us and he looks up at us.

"You know what, Sam? You're right." he said. "What?" Sam and I said, confused. "Let's go talk to him." Dean said and I raise an eyebrow at this. "Sure, I think we might find the conversation a bit one-sided." Sam said, confused. "Not if we're tripping on some Dream Root." said Dean.

"What?" We said.

"You heard me." Dean said to us. "You wanna go dreamwalking inside Bobby's head?" I asked him. "Yeah. Why not? Maybe we could help." Dean said "We have no idea what's crawling around in there." I said.

"How bad could it be?" Dean asked. "Bad." Sam and I said in unison. "Guys, it's Bobby." Dean said, looking between us, and I sigh. "Yeah, you're right." Sam scoffs. "One problem though. We're fresh out of African Dream Root, so unless you know someone who can score some it..." I said and Dean thinks for a moment then rolls his eyes.

"Crap." he mutters.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Bela." Dean said.

"Bela?" Sam and I said then I realized what he was meaning. "Crap." I growled as Sam rolls his eyes. "You're actually suggesting we ask her a favor?" Sam asked Dean. "I'm feeling dirty just thinking about it, but yeah." Dean said and I scoff. "Just great." I muttered.

Dean and I were sitting in a motel room, looking through the files and waiting for Bela, while Sam had fallen asleep on a nearby desk. Dean and I just went over the notes when we hear a Sam making noises in his sleep, like happy moaning noises.

Dean and I exchange a look before Dean calls out to Sam. "Sam! Wake up." Dean shouts and Sam sits up then he wipes his face with his arm. "Dude, you were out. Making some serious happy noises." Dean said while Sam still has his back to us.

"Who were you dreaming about?" I asked him, smirking. "What? No one. Nothing." Sam stammers. "Come on, you can tell us. Angelina Jolie?" I asked. "No." Sam said. "Brad Pitt?" Dean asked and I snorted at this while Sam turns around, almost looking at us. "No. No. Dude, it doesn't matter." He said and I shake my head. "Whatever." Dean and I muttered as Sam mutters under his breath.

"I called Bela." Dean said and Sam sits there. "Bela? Yeah? She-What'd she...you know, say? She...gonna...help us?" He stammers, quickly. "Shockingly, no, which puts us back to square one." Dean grumbles.

"We've been trying to decipher the Doctor's notes. Unfortunately, he has worse handwriting than you do." I said to Sam. "You gonna come help us with this stuff?" Dean asked as we look over at Sam as he was still in his chair. Sam looks around and then down, still keeping his back to us. "Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec." He said as he moves around a bit in his seat, moving his hands around.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and we turn in its direction. Sam stays in his chair as Dean gets up to open the door. Dean opens the door just inches, looks annoyed and opens up the door, walking with it. "Bela. As I live and breathe." He said as Bela enters, wearing a trenchcoat.

"You called me. Remember?" She said. "I remember you turning me down." Dean said and she smirks. "Well, I'm just full of surprises." she said and I roll my eyes. "You're full of something." I muttered. "I'm sorry?" Bela asked and I look up at her and give her a fake smile. "Nothing." I said.

"Hey, Bela. What's going on?" Sam asked and I furrow my brow at him.

"I brought you your African Dream Root." She said as she hands over a jar of it to Dean. "Nasty stuff, and not easy to come by." she said as she puts her bag on the TV and goes to open her coat. "Why the sudden change of heart?" I asked her. "What? I can't do you a little favor every now and again?" She asked me. "No, you can't. Come on, I wanna know what the strings are before you attach them." Dean said as Bela takes off her coat and sets it aside.

"You said this was for Bobby Singer, right?" she asked him and Dean nods. "Well, I'm doing it for him. Not you." She replied. "Bobby? Why?" I asked, suspiciously. "He saved my life once. In Flagstaff." She replied and Dean throws a look my way then Sam's way, both of us just shrug. He looks back at her, still not responding to her statement.

"I screwed up and he saved me, okay? You satisfied?" she shouts. "Maybe." said Dean as She looks at him, who's now looking at the jar, and at Sam.

"So when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?" She asked and I stand up. "Oh, you're not going anywhere. I don't trust you enough to let you in my car, much less Bobby's head. No offense." Dean said as he walks over to the closet. He turns on the lights and opens up the safe, where the Colt is, and he puts in the jar of Dream Root with it. Bela, Sam and I watch him.

"None taken." Bela said as Dean closes the safe, locking it. He walks into the room again, where Bela is looking a bit annoyed now. "It's 2 am. Where am I supposed to go?" She asked.

"Get a room. Ah, they got the Magic Fingers, a little Casa Erotica on pay-per-view. You'll love it." I said to her and she glares at me. "You..." She growls and she takes her bag in a huff and walks to the door, retreiving her coat on the way. Sam jumps out of his chair calling after her. "Nice to see-.. Seeing you..." Sam exclaims as she slams the door behind her, ignoring him. "Bela." He mutters while Dean and I turn to Sam, a bit confused.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam walks over to the beds with three glass cups of the liquid containing the Dream Root. Dean and (y/n) were sitting on the bed, waiting for him. As Sam comes over, he hands Dean one of the cups and (y/n) the other cup and then sits down on the other bed.

"Uh, should we dim the lights and synch up Wizard of Oz to Dark Side of the Moon?" (y/n) asked. Dean snorts while Sam looks over at her, with a smile. "Why?" he asked and (y/n) looks at him, disappointed. "What did you do during college?" She asked him and Sam looks at her with his usual huh reaction to such questions.

(y/n) rolls her eyes as Dean goes to drink the liquid but Sam stops him. "Wait, wait, wait. Can't forget this." Sam said. Dean puts down the cup and looks over at him as he pulls out a little brown envelope from his shirt pocket. He pulls something out and as Dean and (y/n) reach out their hands, Sam puts it in it.

"Here." he said as the two look at the object. "What the hell is that?" Dean asked Sam. "Bobby's hair." Sam replied and Dean and (y/n) gives him a disgusted look. "We have to drink Bobby's hair?" (Y/n) asked, repulsed. "That's how you control whose dream you're entering. You gotta drink some of their uh...Some of their body." Sam explained and (y/n) crinkled her nose.

"Well, guess the hair of the dog is better than other parts of the body." Dean remarks and they put the hair in and Sam exhales, getting ready to drink what seems to be a very disgusting drink. They raise their cups a bit. "Bottoms up, boys." (Y/n) said to them. "Yeah." Sam and Dean said and they put their cups together in a toast and then drink it all up.

The three of them grunt, trying to swallow, which seems to be a little hard. They smack their mouths a bit, due to the awful taste. They look quite disgusted and nothing seemed to have changed.

"Feel anything?" Dean asked and Sam shakes his head. "No. You feel anything?" (y/n) asked Dean as she looks over at him then he shakes his head a little. "No." He said and he holds up the cup and looks in it. "Maybe we got some bad shwag." Dean said when they hear thunder from outside and rain pattering on the window. Sam looks over, a little confused.

"Hey, when did it start raining?" he asked as Dean and (y/n) look over at the window as well. Dean gets up and starts walking to the window, that's covered with white curtains. As he comes up to it, he pulls the curtains apart to look outside, and sees that the rain is actually not coming from the sky, but from the ground.

"When did it start raining upside down?" He asked then he turns around to Sam and (y/n) and sees that they're now standing in the a house. They look around a bit and see that the window, Dean was just looking out through, is gone and instead there's a fireplace. The entire bedroom part of the motel have turned into a living room.

"Okay, I don't know what's weirder. The fact that we're in Bobby's head or that he's dreaming of Better Homes and Gardens." (y/n) remarks and Dean let's out a playful scoff. "You're telling me." Dean said as they look around. "Wait. Wait a sec. Imagine the place without the paint job." Sam said as he begins gesturing to everything he's talking about. "More cluttered, dusty, books all over the place." He said and they begin to move around the living room.

"It's Bobby's house." Dean said. "Yeah." said Sam and (y/n) looks around. "Bobby?" She calls out in a hushed whisper as the trio look around.

"Bobby?" Sam calls out as he looks up the stairs. Sam looks towards the door, while Dean and (y/n) were still in the living room. "Guys?" Sam calls out and the two turns around to Sam. "I'm gonna go look outside." He said and Dean shakes his head. "No, no, no, stay close." He whispers. "Dude, I'll be fine. Just, look around in here. Look, we gotta find him." Sam said.

"Don't do anything stupid." (y/n) said and Sam nods and walks to the door, where it's still raining outside. Sam comes out and sees everything in bright technicolor and the sun is shining. The house is bright blue, with flowers all around, and birds chirping can be heard. Sam walks out on the porch, a confused look on his face.

While Sam takes this in, the door suddenly slams shut behind him. Sam turns around at the sound and goes back and tries to open it but it's locked. "Dean! (y/n)!" He shouts then he walks over to the window next to the door and bangs on the wall while looking in. He sees Dean and (y/n) through the window, still looking around the house with their backs to Sam, but they don't seem to react to neither Sam calling their names or him banging on the wall. "Dean! (Y/n)! Guys!" Sam shouts walks down the porch out of view.

Dean open the doors to the kitchen and he and (y/n) walks in, looking around cautiosly. They move through the kitchen towards the hallway on the other side. "Bobby?" Dean calls out as they walk out into the hallway, where there's two doors. One across from the kitchen and one on the left.

"Bobby!" (y/n) said then they turn around as if they heard something and look down the hallway in the other direction, where there's another closed door. "Who's out there?" A scared voice calls out from the door behind them.

Dean and (y/n) turn back to the door that was on their left when they entered the hallway. They walk over to the door and see long scratch marks on it. Dean touches them as he goes for the doorknob. "Bobby, you in there?" Dean whispers. "Dean?" Bobby calls out. "Yeah. It's me. (Y/n)'s here too. Open up." Dean said.

Bobby opens the door and looks behind Dean and (y/n). "Hey." (y/n) said and Bobby moves towards the kitchen and looks around, like he was making sure something wasn't coming. He's scratched up on his cheek and nose. Dean and (y/n) walk up next to him.

"How in the hell did you find me?" Bobby asked them. "Sam, Dean and I got our hands on some of that Dream Roof stuff." (y/n) said. "Dream Root? What?" Bobby said, confused. "Dr. Gregg, the experiments?" Dean said then Bobby, who's still looking around, throws them a terrified glance.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked then the lamps begin to flicker. "Hurry." Bobby exclaims, scared, and he runs for the closet again. Dean turns around and grabs him. "Woh, woh, woh, woh, woh. What's going on?" Dean asked him. "She's coming." Bobby said, panicked.

"Okay, you know this is a dream, don't you?" (y/n) asked him. "What are you, crazy?" Bobby said, terrified. "It's a dream, Bobby! None of this is real!" Dean yells but then they hear a door opening. Bobby's eyes widen in fear then he points behind the couple. "Does that look made-up?" He asked them.

Dean and (y/n) turn around and sees a woman coming out into the hallway. She's wearing a white dress and there's blood on it and her. Suddenly the closet door slams shut and Bobby turns around, rattling the doorknob to make it open. Dean and (y/n) look at him and then when Bobby turns around, the couple look back at the woman.

She looks rather normal except for a few cuts on her chest and neck. Even her hair is styled in a regular fashion. She doesn't look happy though. "Bobby, who is that?" (Y/n) asked him as Bobby has tears in his eyes now, but not from being terrified. "She's...She's my wife." Bobby said and Dean and (y/n) share a look before the looked between Bobby and his wife.

"Why Bobby? Why did you do this to me?" His wife asked as they're now standing in the kitchen, by the living room, and Bobby's wife is standing in the doorway leading to the hall. At her words, Bobby turns around. "I'd rather died myself than hurt you." Bobby said, tearfully. "But you did hurt me. You shoved that knife into me. Again and again. You watched me bleed. Watched me die." She shouts as Dean and (y/n) come up behind Bobby and grab ahold of him.

"Bobby, she's not real." Dean said but Bobby doesn't respond to Dean, his eyes are on his wife. "How could you?" His wife asked as Bobby is close to crying now. "You were possessed, baby. You were rabid. And I didn't know what I know now. I didn't know how to save you." Bobby replied.

"You're lying. You wanted me dead. If you'd loved me, you would've found a way!" She screams. "I'm sorry." Bobby whimpers then Dean and (y/n) grab hold of him again, more forceful this time. "Come on." (Y/n) said as her and Dean drag him into the living room and as Dean and (y/n) begin to slide the doors closed, Bobby's wife runs for the doors, screaming.

Meanwhile, Sam was walking by a line of washed sheets, drying in the wind. When he turns around, Jeremy shows up with a bat, swinging, hitting him hard in the chest and shoulder. Sam falls to the ground, holding his shoulder and Jeremy stands over him. "Who are you?" Sam asked. "Who are you? You don't belong here." Jeremy said. "You're one to talk. You're in my friend's head." Sam said.

"You got a poor choice in friends. This is self-defense. He came after me. He wanted to hurt me." Jeremy said. "Maybe because you're a killer." Sam growls. "You should be nicer to me. In here...you're just an insect. I'm a god." Jeremy warns.

Back inside, Bobby's wife is jumping and banging on the doors to the living room, screaming. "We're telling you, all of it. Your house, your wife, it's a nightmare." (Y/n) tells Bobby as her and Dean were standing by the doors, keeping them closed. Bobby is standing across from them, just looking at them, while his wife continues to bang and scream. Dean finally grabs a wire to tie around the door handles.

"I killed her." Bobby cries. "Bobby! This is your dream that you can wake up. I mean, hell, you can do anything." Dean yells as he ties the doors together just as Bobby walks up behind him. "Just leave me alone. Let her kill me already." He begs.

(Y/n) grabs hold of him, trying to get him to wake up, to snap out of it. "Look at me. Look at me. You gotta snap out of this now. You gotta snap out of this now! You're not gonna die. Dean's not gonna let you die. I'm not gonna let you die. You're like a father to us. You gotta believe us, please." She pleads and they look at each other for a moment.

Bobby looks once at the door his wife is still banging on and screaming behind, and then he look back at (y/n). "I'm dreaming?" He asked. "Yes. Now take control of it." Dean yells. Bobby looks towards the door, and then he closes his eyes tightly and suddenly all the banging and screaming stops.

(Y/n) lets go of him and walks over to the doors. Dean removes the cable and slides the doors open, revealing an empty kitchen. Bobby's wife is nowhere in sight. "I don't believe it." Bobby whispers and Dean and (y/n) turns around and look at him. "Believe it." (Y/n) said, breathing heavily. "Now would you please wake up?" Dean asked.

Outside, Sam is still on the ground and Jeremy is standing over him. "Sweet dreams." Jeremy said and he raises the bat and Sam pulls up his arm to take the impact. Jeremy swings the bat down hard.

At that moment, Bobby wakes up with a force, sitting up in bed, while at the hotel Dean, (y/n) and Sam wake up with a force, sitting up on their beds, panting. The trio are panting and Dean looks down at his cup. Then they look over at each other.

Bobby is sitting in bed, looking over the papers from the investigation while Dean and (y/n) were sitting on the bed next to him. "Hey, Bobby. That, uh...That stuff, all that stuff with your wife?" Dean asked and Bobby looks over at him. "That actually happen?" Dean asked.

"Everybody got into hunting somehow." Bobby replied and the two frown. "I'm sorry." (y/n) said. "Don't be sorry. If it weren't for you two, I'd still be lost in there. Or dead. Thank you." Bobby said. "You're welcome." (Y/n) said as Dean only responds with a twitch of his lips. Sam comes in after that, seeing the guys sharing a look.

"So, uh, stoner boy wasn't in his dorm. My guess is he's long gone by now." Sam said and Bobby scoffs. "He ain't much of a stoner." He said as he picks up a picture of Jeremy, looking at it. "No?" Dean asked. "No. His name's Jeremy Frost. Full-on genius. Hundred-and-sixty IQ. Which is sayin' some, considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head." Bobby explains and Dean nods at that.

Bobby picks up another paper and hands it to Sam. "Here's Father of the Year." He said and Sam sees that it's a copy of a drivers license for Jeremy's dad, Henry David Frost. "He died before Jeremy was 10." Bobby said. "Looks like a real sweetheart." Sam said, sarcastically.

"Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand, he hasn't dreamt since." Bobby said as Sam puts the paper back on the little side table. "Till he started dosing the dream drug." Dean said. "Yep." Bobby said.

"How'd he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?" (y/n) asked Bobby. "He was rooting around in my skull. God knows what he saw in there." Bobby replied. "Yeah. How'd he get in there in the first place? Isn't he supposed to have some of your hair, your DNA or something?" Sam asked and Dean and (y/n) nod. "Yeah. Before I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it. Dumbest frigging thing." Bobby said and (y/n)'s eyes widen then she looks over at Dean, who realized he's done the same thing and tries to make it a bit lighter.

"Oh, I don't know. It wasn't that dumb." Dean said then he gives a nervous laugh. (Y/n) runs her hand over her eyes as Sam and Bobby both looks at him with this comment. "Dean, you didn't." Sam said and Dean looks between them. "I was thirsty." He said and Sam scoffs then looks at (y/n).

"I didn't take it." She said. "That's great, now he can come after either one of you." Sam said as he points between Dean and Bobby. "Well, now we just have to find him first." (Y/n) said. "We better work fast and coffee up. Because one thing we cannot do is fall asleep." Bobby said.

Two Days Later

Dean's behind the wheel, Sam is sitting next to him while (y/n) is in the backseat. Dean is clearly pissed over the whole situation. "I mean, this Jeremy guy's not a frigging ghost. Where the hell could he be?" Dean asked, angrily.

"Dean, you sure you don't want me or (y/n) to drive? You seem a little...caffeinated." Sam said and Dean looks over at him. "Thanks for the news flash, Edison." Dean growls. "Baby, calm down." (Y/n) said, in a calm voice. "Calm?! I am calm!!" He yells then his cell rings. He tries to get hold of it but it's turns out it's a bit hard and he mutters indistinctly. He finally gets it up.

"Tell me you got something." he said into the phone. "Strip club was a bust, huh?" Bobby remarks. "Yeah." Dean growls. "That was our last lead." Bobby said, shrugging. "What the hell, Bobby!" Dean yells. "Don't yell at me, boy. I'm working my ass off here." Bobby said, sternly. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just..I'm-I'm-I'm tired." Dean said, more calmer. "Well, who ain't?" said Bobby.

"What's Bela got?" Dean asked him. "What do you got, Bela?" Bobby asked her as she looks over her spirit board. "Sorry. Sometimes the spirit world is in a chatty mood, and sometimes it isn't." She replied, shaking her head, then Bobby turns back to his phone. "She's got nothing." He informs Dean. "Great! Well, I'm just gonna go blow my brains out now!" Dean yells, angrily, then he flips the phone closed and throws it in his lap. He hits the steering-wheel grunting angrily.

Suddenly, minutes later, Dean turns the car on a sideroad instead of continuing on. When they get to a clearing in the woods, he shuts off the engine. "Alright, that's it. I'm done." He said and he slides down a bit in his seat, resting his head on the back of it. "What are you doing?" (Y/n) asked him. "Taking myself a long-overdue nap." He replied.

"What? Dean, Jeremy can come after you." Sam said, worried. "That's the idea." Dean replied. "Excuse me?" (Y/n) said, shocked. "Come on, we can't find him, so let him come to me." Dean said. "On his own turf? Where he's basically a god?" Sam said, questioning. "I can handle it." Dean said. "Not alone, you can't." Sam said and be reaches over and pulls out some of Dean's hair.

"Ow!" Dean exclaims and touches his head where Sam grabbed some hair. "What are you doing?" He asked as Sam hands some of the hair to (y/n). "Coming in with you." Sam said. "No, you're not." Dean said, firmly. "Why not? At least then it'll be three against one." (Y/n) said and Dean doesn't have a response at first, opening and closing his mouth.

"'Cause I don't want you two digging around in my head." he said. "Too bad." Sam said and goes for the items to make the liquid and Dean just looks at them for a moment.

They're both asleep, leaning on the doors of the Impala. Sam wakes up first, clearing his throat. "Guys." Sam said as he hits Dean on his arm and Dean wakes up forcefully. "Jeez. For the love of God." Dean exclaims then looks around a bit, looking extremely tired, while Sam wakes (y/n) up.

"What are we still doing here?" Dean asked as (y/n) rubs her eyes and looks around. "I have no idea." Sam said just as a sound can be heard from outside the car. "There's someone out there." (y/n) said then they get out of the car, looking around.

As they walk in front of the car, music can suddenly be heard. Dean looks behind him and then when he turns around, a corner of the clearing lights up, and there sits (y/n), a different one, on a little blanket and a picnic basket. She was wearing a flowing summer dress, her hair was done up and she was wearing make-up.

Dean just looks at her and she smiles up at him. "Hey. You gonna sit down?" She asked him. Dean doesn't move, he just looks at her. She has a glass of red whine in her hand and she reaches for another glass in the basket.

"Come on. We only have an hour before we have to pick (son's name) up from baseball." She said and holds theglasss for him, giving him another smile. Sam and the real (y/n) were standing a bit behind Dean, taking this all in as Dean just looks at her. He looks over at Sam and (y/n). "I've never had this dream before." He said then he turns back, away from Sam and (y/n).

(Y/n) takes a few steps towards him. "Stop looking at me like that." Dean said. "Dean? Is this what you want?" (Y/n) asked as she nods towards the dream scene. "Dean. I love you." Dream (y/n) said and she smiles.

Suddenly, her entire scene shakes and both her, the picnic, the light and the music disappears. Dean looks around and Sam and (y/n) turn around, doing the same. "Where'd she go?" Dean asked and (y/n) places her hands on her hips. "Right here, you dummy." She said, sarcastically, while Sam is looking into the woods and suddenly Jeremy comes out from behind a tree.

"Guys." He shouts and he takes after Jeremy, who runs off. Dean and (y/n) quickly follow Sam and they run into the woods. Dean looses track on Sam and (y/n), but keeps running in the same direction.

Suddenly he stops and turns, looking around confused. "Okay." he mutters as the woods have turned into wallpaper and Dean is standing in a hallway with doors on both sides.

Sam and (y/n) were still running through them, in pursuit of Jeremy. They come to a clearing, where they stop, panting, looking around. "Dean?!" (Y/n) calls out but no response.

Dean is walking down the hallway towards a door at the end of it. Before he reaches it, it suddenly opens up slowly. Dean stops, watching. The door glides open more, revealing a motel room. A clicking noise sounds out as Dean enters the room. As he comes in, he sees that the motel room looks exactly as the one him, Sam and (y/n) are staying in.

Across the room from the door, sits a man on the chair by the desk. Dean walks further into the room, watching him. "Jeremy?" He asked. The man keeps clicking the on and off button for the lamp on the desk, his back to Dean. He clicks the lamp back on and he turns his head back towards Dean. Dean sees that the man is himself.

Dream Dean slowly stands up, and turns to Dean, who swallows at the sight of himself. "Hey, Dean." Dream Dean said. "Well, aren't you a handsome son of a gun." Dean said as he smiles. "We need to talk." Dream Dean said as Dean nods and begins to walk in a circle, as does Dream Dean.

They're walking in the same direction just across from each other. "I get it. I get it. I'm my own worst nightmare, is that it? Huh? Kind of like the Superman III junkyard scene? A little mano-y-mano with myself?" Dean jokes. "Joke all you want, smart-ass. But you can't lie to me. I know the truth." said Dream Dean.

They stop walking, now having changed places. Dean standing by the desk, Dream Dean by the door. "I know how dead you are inside. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror...and hate what you see." Dream Dean said. "Sorry, pal. it's not gonna work. You're not real." Dean said, smiling. "Sure I am. I'm you." Dream Dean said.

"I don't think so. 'Cause see, this is my siesta. Not yours." Dean said and he raises left hand. "All I gotta do is snap my fingers and you go bye-bye." He said and he snaps his fingers once, and nothing happens. Dean snaps again, noticing nothing's happening, and Dream Dean just watches him. He snaps them three more times and then lets his hand fall to his side. The smile gone, but his eyebrows are raised at this.

Dream Dean gives him a nod and looks at him, clearly saying see. "I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you." Dream Dean said and the door slams shut behind him, and locks. All the smiles are gone from Dean's features, taking in the seriousness. "Like I said..." Dream Dean said as he raises his right hand, in which he now has a pistol-grip sawed-off. "...we need to talk."

A bang was heard, and Sam and (y/n) wake up, gasping. They look over at Dean, who's still asleep. "Dean." Sam said and he hits him on the arm. "Hey." Sam said as he hits him on the arm a couple of times. "Wake up." (Y/n) said as she places her hand on his shoulder.

Dean turns but it wasn't Dean, it was Jeremy. Sam only has a second to respond and take in that it's Jeremy and not Dean, and then Jeremy hits him hard in his stomach with the tip of the bat he used earlier in Bobby's Dream. "Sam!" (Y/n) screams as Sam grunts and opens the door.

Sam falls out through the door, face first, still grunting over the pain. Jeremy comes around the front of the car, the bat resting against his shoulder. (Y/n) goes to open the door but it wouldn't open. "No, no, no, no...." she mutters as she tries to open it.

"Boy, you just don't know when to leave well enough alone, do you?" Jeremy said as he walks towards Sam, who's reached the back of the Impala still on the ground, he closes the door Sam fell out through and continues walking up to him. Towering over Sam who's now turned over, looking up at him, still moving backwards.

"You're a psycho." Sam spat at him. "You're wrong." Jeremy said. "Yeah? Tell that to Dr. Gregg." Sam sneers as (y/n) slams her fist repeatedly against the window.

"The doc? No, no. The doc's the one that got me hooked on this stuff and then he took it away." Jeremy said as Sam is lying still on the ground, looking up at him. He leans on the Impala, raising the bat, holding it like he's about to swing, looking down at Sam. "But I needed it, and he wouldn't let me have it." He said as (y/n) goes to roll the window down.

"So you killed him?" Sam asked him. "I can dream again. You know what that's like, not being able to dream? You never rest, not really. It's like being awake for 15 years." Jeremy said as the window was rolled all the way down and (y/n) starts to crawl out.

"And let me guess. That makes you go crazy?" Sam asked as he noticed (y/n) getting out. Jeremy leans down towards Sam, holding the bat out at him. "I just wanna be left alone. I just wanna dream." Jeremy said as (y/n) got out and starts to stand up and walk, cautiously, towards Jeremy.

"Sorry. Can't do that." Sam said. "That's the wrong answer." Jeremy said and (y/n) jumps on his back. The two struggle a bit and Sam tries to get up but he was pulled flat against the ground. He begins to breathe heavily as he sees that he is now tied to railroad spikes, unable to move.

Jeremy and (y/n) struggle and fight a bit until Jeremy yanks the bat out of her hands and swings it at her head. She falls to the ground and then was tied up, similar to Sam. "I'm getting better and better at this. Stronger and stronger all the time." Jeremy said as (y/n) struggles in her binds while Jeremy stands by Sam's feet, now examining the bat.

Sam looks to the side, and Jeremy looks down at him. "But you, your friend and your brother? You're not waking up. Not this time. I'm not gonna let you." Jeremy said as Sam looks up at him and (y/n) gives a look of fear at this.

"I mean, you're going to hell and you won't lift a finger to stop it." Dream Dean said as he and Dean begun circling each other again. "Talk about low self-esteem." He chuckles. "Then again, I guess it's not much of a life worth saving, now is it?" Dream Dean said as Dean mutters to himself. "Wake up, Dean. Come on, wake up."

"I mean, after all, you've got nothing outside of Sam and (y/n)." Dream Dean said and they stop circling each other. They're now back in their original positions. Dean by the door, Dream Dean by the desk.

"You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog." Dream Dean said and Dean smiles a little. "That-That's not true." Dean said. "No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car? That's Dad's. Your favorite leather jacket? Dad's. Your music? Dad's. Do you even have an original thought?" Dream Dean asked and Dean scoffs, not wanting to admit to anything. "No. No, all there is is, Watch out for Sammy. Look out for your little brother, boy! Or Watch out for (y/n). Keep an eye out for my daughter. You can still hear your Dad's and (father's name)'s voices in your head, can't you?" Dream Dean said as he motions with the weapon to his head.

"Clear as a bell." he said and Dean smiles. "Just shut up." Dean mutters as Dream Dean takes down the weapon. "I mean, think about it...all your dad ever did was train you, boss you around." Dream Dean said as they're now standing face to face. "But Sam...Sam, he doted on. Sam, he loved. Hell, he even loved (y/n) and she wasn't his kid." Dream Dean said.

"I mean it. I'm getting angry." Dean growls. "Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you?" Dream Dean asked and Dean snaps.

"Son of a bitch!" He shouts and he pushes Dream Dean hard, and he hits the wall above the desk, landing on it. "My father was an obsessed bastard!" Dean screams, angrily. Dream Dean tries to get up but Dean kicks him down on the desk again. He holds the weapon as a bat and hits Dream Dean once and then pins him to the wall with it.

"All that crap he dumped on me, about protecting Sam. That was his crap. He's the one who couldn't protect his family. He--" Dean yells then he steps back and swings the weapon again, hitting Dream Dean twice. "He's the one who let Mom die. Who wasn't there for Sam. I always was! He wasn't fair! I didn't deserve what he put on me." Dean yells as he pins Dream Dean again.

"The same goes for (father's name) l was always there for (y/n)!" He yells and he backs away from Dream Dean. "And I don't deserve to go to hell!" He screams and he shoots Dream Dean twice in the chest.

Dean lowers the weapon and looks at Dream Dean, who is dead. There's bloodspatter on Dream Dean's face and his eyes are closed.

Jeremy alternates between hitting Sam and (y/n) repeatedly on their legs and knees, both with the bat and with his feet. Sam and (y/n) were grunting through the assault, not able to move.

Dean approaches Dream Dean on the desk, looking at him. Suddenly Dream Dean's eyes flickers open and they're completely black, as when a demon possesses a human. Dean widens his eyes at that as Demon Dean sits up, looking into Dean's eyes. "You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this, this is what you're gonna become!" He said in a hard angry voice.

Jeremy is now standing over (y/n), the bat hovering above (y/n)'s chest. "You can't stop me. There's nothing I can't do in here." Jeremy said as (y/n) pants. "Because of the Dream Root." Sam said and Jeremy looks over his shoulder at him. "That's right." He said. "Yeah? Well, you're forgetting something." Sam said and Jeremy turns to Sam.

"What's that?" he asked as Sam looks up at him. "(Y/n) and I took the Dream Root too." Sam said and he smiles. "Jeremy!" A male voice yells. Jeremy turns around and sees his father, Henry, standing at the edge of the woods. "Jeremy!" Henry shouts. "No. No." Jeremy mutters as Henry begins walking towards him.

"Dad?" Jeremy said, confused. "You answer me when I'm talking to you, boy." Henry shouts and Jeremy backs away from Sam, (y/n) and Henry. He no longer has the bat in his hands. "No." Jeremy said and suddenly Sam shows up and hits Jeremy across his face with the bat and continues to hit him as (y/n) gets up and looks on with worry until her and the boys wake up. They look over at each other and then look away.

Dean was on the phone with his back to the door while (y/n) sits on the edge of the bed, her leg bouncing. Dean closes the phone and when he hears the lock being unlocked, he turns around and sees Sam and Bobby entering. "Hey, you guys seen Bela? She's not in her room. She's not answering her phone." Dean said as they close the door and come in.

"She must've taken off or something." Sam said. "Just like that? It's a little weird." (Y/n) remarks. "Yeah well, if you ask me what's weird is why she helped us in the first place." Bobby said and Dean and (y/n) look over at him.

"I thought you saved her life." Dean said and Bobby furrows his brow in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked. "The thing in Flagstaff." (Y/n) said and Sam turns around and looks at Bobby. "That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal, that's all." Bobby said and the trio gets confused at that.

Sam turns around and looks at him, confused. He turns back to Bobby. "Well, then why did y-?" Sam started to ask until Bobby gives him a look. "You three better check your pockets." Bobby said and Sam reaches into his pockets, as does Dean and (y/n).

"Not literally." Bobby said and Dean stops what he's doing and slowly looks at (y/n) then up at Sam and turns to the safe in the closet. No, no, no, no." Dean mutters as he walks and goes over to the safe and opens it up. It's empty.

"The Colt." (y/n) said as Dean looks over at them and slams the safe shut. "Bela stole the Colt." Sam exclaims. "Damn it, kids!" Bobby yells as Dean looks at everyone.

"Pack you crap." he orders a Dean walks over to his bag on the couch. "Why? Where are we going?" (y/n) asked and Dean turns to her. "We're gonna go hunt the bitch down." he replied.

Later, the trio are standing by the open trunk, Dean is zipping his bag closed and Sam and (y/n) puts their own in there. "Hey, Sam. (y/n). I was wondering. When you guys were in my head, what did you two see?" Dean asked. "Uh, just Jeremy. He kept us separated from you. Easier to beat our brains out that way, I guess." Sam said and Dean scoffs.

"What about you? You never said." (y/n) said and Dean shakes his head. "Nothing. I was looking for you two the whole time." Dean said as he takes the keys out the lock to the trunk and closes it and they get into the car.

Sam sighs as he sits down in the backseat of the car and (y/n) in the passenger seat.. Dean looks thoughtfull for a while. "Guys." Dean said and Sam and (y/n) look over at him. "Yeah?" They said but Dean doesn't look at them and he clears his throat.

"I've been doing some thinking. And...Well, the thing is...I don't wanna die." Dean said. Sam and (y/n) expression softens, then saddens. "I don't wanna go to hell." Dean said and Sam swallows, not answering right away. He nods his head softly while (y/n) bites her lips then reaches out to Dean. She takes his hand in his then strokes the back of his hand with her thumb.

"Alright. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you." She said and Dean looks over at her, and then looks away nodding. He looks back at Sam then (y/n), a little smile on his lips. "Okay, good." He said and the two nod at him, reassuringly.

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