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[satorusugurugurl]

My Wedding Date is an Escort!

Summary: When invited to your best friend's wedding, you panic. One of the groomsmen, Toji Fushiguro, is your ex-fiancè. Not wanting to deal with probing questions and the embarrassment of being single, your friend Haibara recommends using an Escort! Taking a leap of faith, you book one my, the hottest one. Gojo Satoru is hot, sweet, and funny! The package deal! Men and Women pay thousands to go on a date with him (even more, which he doesn't do often). So when your request comes in, the desperation and pleading tone of your voice. Gojo’s heartthrobs, even more so when you tell him you don't want to have sex.

Pairing: Escort!Gojo x FAB Reader

Word Count: 5,818

Warning: dirty talk, language, making out, wedding duties (lol), oral sex, smutty smut

A/N: Our final part 🥹💚 wow what a journey! There will be an epilogue for our sweet beans next week! Along with the start of the Best Friend!Suguru series.I'm so sorry for the late post, I was so sick yesterday and sleepy from my medication! But better late than never! ! If you want to be included in the tag list, YOU MUST HAVE AGE LISTED! Thank you!!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Eight

For two days, two days, you and Satoru spent most of the time in your room. Wrapped up in your sheets, him on top of you, you on top of him. You only separated for the rehearsal dinner and getting your nails done. But the second you were back in his arms, he made up for the lost time like you had been gone for years. His lips were on yours in slow, gentle kisses that became passionate.

Those same kisses would end on the futon, which probably had seen more action in the last forty-eight hours than since the inn opened. Satoru bent you in all different positions, twisting you like a pretzel, stretching you in ways you didn't even know was possible. He made it his goal to make up for the year and a half that you didn’t sleep with anyone. Gojo Satoru turned you into a mess- a withering mess.

“Oooh holy shit.” you cried out, gripping the blanket, “fuuuuck oooh fuck Satoru.”

“Yeah~? Does that feel good~?”

“S-So good~!”

“Mhmm~ good.”

Fingers moved gently, expertly making your back arch, jaw opening in a soft cry of pleasure. Satoru bit his lip, his fingers increasing the pressure against you. Cerulean eyes narrowed, focusing on your face, watching how your eyes rolled back and your face flushed.

“T-Toru~Toru.” Toes curled as you cried softly, eyes watering.

“Oooh yeah~ you gonna cum~?”

Blinking, you lift an eyebrow, watching Satoru wiggle his at you. His fingers are massaging into your sore feet, kneading away knots and easing the aching muscles. Both of you were fully clothed, sitting on the back porch overlooking the gardens. Anyone around would have assumed you both were doing the deed from how loud you were being.

“Oh my god, was I being that loud?”

“What~? No!” You relaxed a little, your feet still in his lap. Thumbs worked at a particularly sore spot, making you whine again. “I’m pretty sure Suguru heard that whine, and he's in Tokyo.”

“Ya’ know what—”

You try pulling your feet away, only to have Satoru yank them back into his lap, inadvertently pulling you closer to him. “Stop, I'm just teasing. Let me do this.” his fingers continue working, moving gently over your feet. “You were in the kitchen all morning, making a three-tier wedding cake. Then those ‘friends’ of yours make you wear heels to take pictures. And you have to wear heels for the wedding tomorrow?” Satoru shook his head, white tufts of hair swaying.

“I offered to bake the cake, the benefit of having a baker as a friend.” His thumbs hit a sore spot, making you jolt. “But the heels are torture.”

“They seem like it.”

A soft, comfortable silence filled with chirping crickets and a distant wind chime grew between you. You just sat there while Satoru rubbed at your sore feet under the blanket of glittering stars. You had one more day together here in Kyoto, then a train ride back home, and you would be back to reality. A reality that had changed drastically over the last week.

When you both retired to your room, you lay in bed staring at the ceiling in thought. You had gone from a woman who was quiet, shy, and hell-bent on not needing anyone to this giggly, joyful woman who couldn’t be any happier. Satoru had peeled away at the layers of scar tissue you had hidden yourself in. He brought a certain confidence out in you. Being with him was as easy as breathing; even when you returned home to your mundane lives, you had faith you both would continue to strive forward. To keep your relationship going strong.

Strong as the urge to stay in bed with him all day despite your fellow bridesmaids pounding on your door the next morning. Satoru grumbled in horny frustration; his cock was pressed firmly over your barely clothed core. You pulled your lips away from his neck, pushing your hair back, groaning at the sudden interruption.

“I have to go, Toru.” You pulled off of him, giggling as he threw his head back. “Hey~ don’t be like that; we’ll pick up where we left off tonight.”

“Wedding sex is the best kind of sex. Especially when you’re on a sugar rush.”

You looked over your shoulder at him, grinning ear to ear. “That sounds enticing.” Satoru sat up on his elbows, licking his lips.

“Oh, it’s gonna happen tonight,” Satoru promised with a shake of his head. “I promise you that.”

Another knock at the door, “If you don’t come out! We’re coming in! Regardless of how indecent you two are!” A series of knocks sounded from the other side of the door by several different hands from the sound of it.

”I better go before they knock down the door.” With a pout, you leaned down, kissing Satoru goodbye before heading out. “I’ll see you later!” just before you shut the door to the room, you pouted as Satoru watched, sticking his bottom lip out. “It’s just three hours, babe!”

Three hours flew by before you knew it. The excitement of getting ready for the wedding and seeing your best friend practically buzzing in anticipation fueled everyone's energy. While you were bouncing up and down eagerly waiting to see Satoru in a tailored suit. Just imagining him had you grinning as you stared out the bridal suite window, looking towards the garden decorated for the joyous event.

“So, when are you and Satoru getting married?”

”Eh!?” All of your friends surrounded you, devilish smiles gracing their faces. “I-I—we are not getting married!” At least not yet. “We’ve barely started going out.” Literally. “There’s no indication that we're even considering that!”

“Oh, please!”

“Says the girl that’s been locked in her room with said boyfriend for the last two days!”

Your face burned like a fresh sunburn. “S-So! That does not mean that we’re getting married anytime soon!” All of your friends booed in protest. “Will the whole lot of you stop? Seriously, I don’t want you guys scaring off Satoru!” The bride stepped forward in her gown and all of her glory. “Finally, Mina, will you please talk some sense into them!?” Your best friend looked amongst the other girls, all dressed in a beautiful sky blue. For a moment, you thought she might take your side. But the second a smirk at the corner of her mouth, you knew she didn’t have your back.

“I was going to ask you the same question! The man would’ve fucked you against the wall at the bar no one stopped him!”

“Oh my God!”

“I’m serious! I think I’ll hand you the bouquet when I toss it!”

“Please don’t.”

“Oh, I think I will!”

“We are not getting married—not yet!”

Satoru sat off to the side, right next to your parents, as the wedding started. He watched with wide and sparkling eyes as you walked down the aisle with a groomsman. Your hair was styled beautifully, and the flowing sky-blue dress looked stunning on your figure and complimented your skin tone. His mouth felt suddenly dry as you looked at him, giving him a gentle, sweet smile. Cupid himself must have shot him through the heart at that moment because fuck, he was falling so hard for you.

“Ma’am—“ he learned next to your mother's ear, “just so you know, the next wedding we host here will be ours.”

“Huh?!”

Her reaction didn’t even seem to faze him. All he cared about was standing near the front of an outdoor arch decor with flowers of different colors—a gentle breeze brushed by you, making your hair and the dress flow. Even when the bride made her grand entrance, everyone turned to see her walking down the aisle towards her future husband. Satoru had his eyes locked on you.

You could feel his eyes, and that burning sensation had your focus transfixed on him. Was it wrong to be looking at your wedding date instead of the bride-to-be? The chances of that were very likely. But how could you not stare back? When his eyes burned holes into your very soul and left your heart racing like you had just run a marathon. It was impossible to pay attention to anyone else.

He was so handsome. Satoru was wearing a white button-down shirt with a blue tie that matched your dress. His navy blue jacket and pants were tailored to his body perfectly. You could tell by its appearance that it was expensive. It was probably more expensive than your best friend's wedding dress. You wanted to rip it off of him and let him take you right there in the garden.

Yes, he was extremely good-looking. But it wasn’t his clothes or his appearance or the fact that he had money that made you so attracted to him at that moment. The way he looked at you, eyes trailing over your body, with a soft grin, told you everything you needed to know. Satoru truly cared for you. This wasn’t just about sex, and it wasn’t the magic of the wedding to be. Chemistry, connection, and attraction were one hundred percent genuine.

After exchanging vows and rings, hundreds of pictures were taken with everyone. You were finally free from your wedding duties. The first thing you did as soon as you broke away from the rest of the group was run to Satoru’s side. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you tight to his chest. Lips pressed against the temple of your head, and you could’ve sworn he let out a little sigh of happiness to have you back in his arms.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He cupped a strand of hair behind your ear before gently reaching down, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Is it wrong for me to say you’re even more beautiful than the bride?”

“Satoru!” you playfully punched at his shoulder, “I am not.”

“Oh, you are; that’s a god-given fact, sweetheart.” His thumbs brushed ever so lovingly over your cheek. “But there’s just one thing I would change about the outfit.”

“You and me both.” You winced, moving your arm away from the scratchy sequins top. “This material is an absolute nightmare for my underarms. I’m serious. You’ll probably have to put lotion on them for me later.”

“Oh.” Satoru deadpans. “ I wasn’t talking about the material.”

You hum in thought, looking over the dress for any flaws he may have noticed. “Oh?” When you didn’t find anything else wrong with the dress in your eyes, you tilted your head, looking up at Satoru. “Well, what would you change about it then?” His hand gently pulled your face closer to his own; he leaned down, the fresh smell of minty lemonade coaxing your nostrils.

“I’d change the color.”

“Wait, what?”

Your date says nothing for a beat of silence. “So anyways! Let’s grab our seats; I’ll get you one of the cocktails!”

He rambles on while you’re still stuck on how he would change the color of your dress. Surely, he meant he would do a different shade or maybe red instead of blue; there’s no possible way that he was talking about it to white. Yeah, he didn’t mean that at all! Your friends just put the stupid notion in your head that you guys are going to get married next. You didn’t even know what the two of you were yet. You hadn’t put a label on your relationship.

What you did know was that Satoru wanted to make your relationship work. So you knew for sure that you weren’t just another fuck buddy or client. This went deeper than that. What you both had was real, which was a lot more than other couples had. So who knew, maybe your friends were right? Perhaps Satoru had thought that white would make your dress look one million times better.

These were questions and answers for another day. You weren’t going to rush into things. Both of you wanted to take your time and get to know one another.

And you learned a lot of things about him as the party began. Like how he despised the taste of alcohol, he had mentioned it in passing when he walked you to the bachelorette party. But when he accidentally took a sip of a cocktail unintentionally, not knowing it had alcohol in it, the man sputtered and choked. His hands grabbed a cola from the bartender, chugging it like water. You learned that he was a pretty good dancer. He bumped and ground with you on the dance floor while the music blared. You learned how gentle his hands were as he slowly danced with you to one of the many love songs the DJ played.

He was so tentative to you. He’d always make sure you had a drink of some kind. He insisted that you drink plenty of water to avoid getting drunk. He even went to the room and grabbed your sandals when your high heels bothered you. God, he was everything and then some. If you hadn’t called for each other, he truly would have made this wedding a lot of fun for you. There was no doubt that he was worth every penny you were willing to spend to have a good time.

The party has toned down almost entirely, a few stragglers drunkenly laughing and drinking while others chat while eating the vanilla and raspberry compote cake you had made. Your best friend and her husband are one of two couples on the floor dancing to a slow song. The other was Satoru and the flower girl who had been smitten with his white hair and blue eyes. She was convinced he was Prince charming and begged him to dance with her. Satoru jumped at the opportunity. Gently placing her little feet on top of his shoes as he danced with her to the slow beat of the music.

Your gaze was locked on him as you nursed a cup of coffee between your hands. He was so perfect in every way, shape, and form. Satoru had made this one of the best nights of your entire life. God, you don’t think you’ve ever had so much fun at a wedding before. It was all thanks to him that you were having one of the most memorable nights of your life.

Those deep, happy thoughts are cut short when a tiny, chubby hand gently smacks your cheek. The sudden contact has you jumping, nearly spilling the hot coffee over your hands as you turn to see who has smacked you. You’re met with beautiful, big navy-colored eyes—dark tufts of hair spill over the head as the baby gently smacks your cheek again.

“Please don’t hit me, I have my kid.” a familiar voice speaks, “and don’t yell, please.”

You scoff, cocking an eyebrow up at Toji as he sits down in the chair next to you. “Are you seriously using your kid as a human shield?” Your ex shakes his head before looking over his shoulder, searching for someone.

“I cannot confirm nor deny that.” He cradles the babbling baby in his lap. “But if my wife is around, I will deny every word.”

“So you are using your child as a human shield.”

“Well, it’s working, isn’t it?”

“What do you want, Toji?”

He cradles his son in one arm, reaching into his suit jacket with his free hand. Toji pulls out a manila envelope and places it in front of you. Gingerly, taking it off the table, you open it and find the money you had left in the kitchen the other day. The money he almost ruined your relationship with Satoru over and the money you’d spent on him

He exhales deeply through his nose before clearing his throat. “What I did was wrong.” His son babbles, chubby little hands pulling the sleeve of his jacket. “I just wanted to apologize for everything that happened. I broke your heart, not once but twice. You, of all people, don’t deserve to be treated like that.” You cock an eyebrow. “And no, I’m not asking for your forgiveness. I just wanted to say that I was sorry. For breaking off our engagement the way that I did. For almost sabotaging your relationship with that brat over there.” His head jerks in Satoru’s direction.

“Yeah, you almost fucked that up for me.”

“Well, luckily, you guys worked it out.”

“Yeah, we did.” For the first time all week, you don’t feel the slightest bit of dread being near Toji. Maybe it was because you slapped the shit out of him, or perhaps it was because you felt as though your last confrontation was able to heal your wounds. “He’s a great guy.”

“Great for an escort.”

“Former escort.” You correct him with a smug smile. “Satoru sent in his resignation letter on Thursday after we talked.”

Toji’s eyes went wide before they softened with a gentle gaze that you hadn’t seen since high school. “Well shit, I guess I had him pegged wrong.” Taking another sip of your coffee, you giggle before resting your chin on your fist.

“I thought you said you were the greatest PI.”

“Nah, I’m one of the best.” Toni leans back, and in this light, you can see the slight discoloration on his face from both you and Satoru’s hits the other day. “I’m far from being the greatest. I wasn’t for you, but—“ he pressed his lips against his son’s head. “I’m trying to be a better person for this brat and my wife.”

“You always were an asshole.” Your point-blank statement had him wincing. “But if you hadn’t been an asshole, I wouldn’t have become the person I am today. So thanks for being a dick.”

Toji tilts his head, chuckling. “You’re welcome, I guess.” A squealing babble has both you and Toji glancing down at his son. He gently gums at his father’s jacket, drooling over the fabric. Toji sighs and gently lifts the baby to stare at him. When he does, those navy blue eyes glance towards his chest that's straining against the fabric. His son smacks his lips in hunger. “Fuck, I gotta find my wife; the little shits hungry again. And I’d rather not have him gnawing at my pecs.” He stands and pauses before turning his child to face you.

The tiny human gurgles at you, tilting his head. “Uhm, Toji, I can’t feed him.” Your ex rolls his eyes so hard you can almost hear it.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ know, I just—“ he sighs, “this is my son, Fushiguro Megumi.” You can’t help but smile at his name; a blessing.

“Well, hello there, Megumi.” You gently pet his hair back. “It’s nice to meet you; whatever you do, don’t turn out to be like your father.”

Toji barks out a sharp laugh, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s for sure.” Megumi laughs loudly, smacking his hands against your face.

“Toji!” Both of you turn to see a woman with dark hair waving at him.

“That’s the wife, we’re leaving.” He cradles Megumi into his side ever so gently. “I’m sorry again for all the shit I put you through in the past and well in the last week.”

“Well, all that shit led me to someone pretty great.” Your eyes drift back to Satoru, who's walking the little girl back to her parents. “All those years of putting up with you gave me some good karma.”

“For putting up with me, you deserve the world.” He scoffs hurriedly to join his wife. “Later.”

You wave goodbye to him, returning to your cup just as Satoru joins you. Two plates with cake in his hands. “Was that Toji!?” His ocean eyes meet yours, searching for any sign or tears of frustration. “The hell did he want?” He shoves the sweet cake into his mouth before offering you a bite, which you eagerly take.

“Mhm, he just wanted to give me the money he owed me.”

“What you should have given him was a knuckle sandwich.” Your soft giggle has butterflies swarming inside his stomach.

“I already gave him one, so I’ll gladly take the money this time.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He takes another bite of cake. “It would be a shame for you to bruise those knuckles again.”

You press your body against him, relishing in the warmth. “You know I don’t even care anymore. I got hurt in the past. I wallowed in my self-pity for over a year. But things are starting to look up for me now.” He hummed, turning to press a kiss against your forehead. “All thanks to my—“You hesitate, not sure if you want to be the one to put a label on your relationship.

“Boyfriend.” Satoru finishes for you, making your hearts swell with joy.

“Yes, my boyfriend.”

Satoru takes one last bite of his cake before wiping the mixture of whipped cream and buttercream off with his thumb. “Mmm, I love hearing you say that. It sounds so damn pretty rolling off your tongue.” You grinned, gently gripping his hand on your own, squeezing it as you stood.

“Wanna see what else I can do with my tongue~?”

Without hesitation, your boyfriend stands up from the table, following you down the hall. “Oooh? Is the sugar kicking in?” Satoru quickly takes the lead from you, dragging you down the hall and towards the guest rooms.

“It’s not just the sugar.” You correct him. “It’s you.”

The second you step into the room, and the door is slammed shut, Satoru’s on you, cupping your face, kissing you deeply with a guttural moan. You return the kiss, tasting the sweet, tangy remains of the cake on his tongue that worked its way into your mouth. You’re moaning, pushing his jacket off, letting it fall to the ground as you start working on the buttons of his shirt.

While you do that, Satoru runs his hands down your back, searching for a zipper or buttons, only to discover an intricate series of strings. He breaks the kiss, looking down at the saliva connecting your lips before he forces you to turn around so he can start working on the corset holding you hostage. His fingers struggle with the silky strings; he’s far too excited to sit down and take the necessary time to care for this.

“Hey, sweetheart, this isn’t a rental, is it?”

”No, I wish it was; I seriously haye the sequins, Toru.” You huff out, feeling his hands gently grip both sides of the back of the dress.

”So you wouldn’t be heartbroken if anything were to happen to it?”

”No, I guess I woul—“ RIIIP!! “Oh fuck!” You tumble as Satoru uses all of his strength to rip down the back of the dress—the thin fabric pools around your feet before Satoru turns you back to face him. The second you do, he drops to his knees in front of you and kisses down your bare chest, all the way to your lace panties. “S-Satoru~”

“Mmm, I wanna show you what I can do with my tongue.” He states flatly before tugging your panties down. “I get to eat two sweet treats tonight. Your amazing cake and your delicious pussy.”

His tongue instantly slides over your clit, making you grip his hair for support in fear that you are going to buckle over. Your hand grips the soft strands of hair, winning the softest of groans from him. While your fingers run through his hair, only make him move his tongue faster, with the sole purpose of making you cum.

Unfortunately for you, even if you were willing to hold off, Satoru is just too good at what he does. He teases your clit, going between gentle flicks, suckling on it, and writing his name against it with the tip of his tongue. His antics and techniques leave you nearly falling over, wishing you were on the futon. There was something about towering over him, though, bucking your pussy against his willing mouth that gave you a certain sense of empowerment.

You could see why men would like a woman on their knees. It was fun holding all of the power to make Satoru do what you wanted, to keep his face in place with you humping his tongue. You could have cum from just thinking of riding his face like this. Doing it though, fuck, it was so hot.

Satoru thought so, too; his jaw opened wide as he flattened his tongue, allowing you to use his mouth as you saw fit. His hand gently reached around, grabbing the fat of your ass, encouraging you to move and grind faster against him, wanting for you to cum. His squeezing you had your head falling forward, strands of your kiss-messy hair falling as you came hard, rolling your hips in time with the waves crashing over you. Satoru hummed happily, lapping up the juices you kindly offered him.

“Fuck, oooh fuck Satoru.” Your knees were buckling as he gently peppered hisses down your inner thighs. “I don’t think I can walk after that.”

”Hm? Oh, don’t worry about that.” He lifted you gently, placing you down on the futon. “I have a perfect place for you to sit.” You watched in awe as your boyfriend stripped out of his clothes and slipped on a condom before standing completely naked in front of you. “Now, what do you say,” Satoru laid down, grabbing your hips and pulling you to straddle him. “We pick up where we left off this morning before your friends rudely interrupted us.”

”Mmm, I love the sound of that.” Sitting back ever so slightly, you gently grabbed his cock, easing the thick throbbing tip inside of you. “Ah~ fuck I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how thick you are.” You cry out as you slowly begin to slide yourself down his shaft with a whimper.

”And I’ll never get over how tight and warm you are.” Large hands gently grip your hip, holding you as you sit down on him, his cock fully buried inside of you. “God, I can’t wait to feel how wet you are one of these days.” He hisses through his teeth as you slowly begin to rock back and forth on him. “Y-You fuck, sweetie, you feel so fucking good!”

“Yeah, so do you, Toru; I feel you getting bigger inside me.”

“And I can feel you clamping down.”

Knowing that he could feel just how good you were feeling was the only entice you needed to pick up your pace, your gentle rocks becoming a bit faster and harder as you gently began bouncing up and down on him. Your sudden increase in speed had Satoru choking on a raspy whine, his head tilting back as you placed your hands on his chest, steadying yourself. This position was one of your favorites. You were able to watch Satoru’s face contort with pleasure while his cock hit all the right places deep inside of you.

Satoru also loved this position because he got to see how relaxed you were, how he was able to grope your perfect tits, his thumbs brushing gently over your sensitive nipples. But his favorite thing about this position was being able to touch you. Not just your breasts, as great as those were. Running his large palms down your hips and over the top of your thighs, feeling your muscles twitch made happy, satisfied grunts leave his mouth. But it was when you interlace your fingers with his that got his heart pounding.

Your hips were moving faster, harder against him. Your smaller fingers held on to his for support, squeezing them gently as your tiny whines turned into desperate moans as your fucked yourself on him.

”Toru, oooh fuck~”

”Yeah, you close?” His fingers gave yours a gentle squeeze. “You gonna cum? Make me cum with you? I feel it coming back, god, I feel it; you’re going to make me cum so fucking hard.”

”Y-Yeah wanna make you cum, cum with me, Satoru, please I need it, need it so fucking bad.”

Satoru groaned, nodding his head as you slammed yourself up and down on him, his hips bucking up to meet you, fucking the tip of his cock directly into your cervix. You both are moaning so loud you know people will be calling the front desk to file a complaint, but you could care less about all of that. All that mattered right now was you and Satoru.

“Ooooh fuck me.” You cry out, releasing your boa constrictor grip on his hands, digging them into the bedding as you fall forward onto his chest. Your hips bounce up and down faster and harder, skin slapping against skin as your ass slams down. “Satoru, I’m gonna—“

”M-Me too, baby, holy fuck me too!” Satoru’s hands grip the sides of your hips, forcing you to move faster, which seems almost impossible. “Fuck, oooh fuck, fuck shit!” He’s gritting his teeth as you cry out into the side of his neck. “Oh, holy fuckin shit, baby! I’m cumming! Cumming inside you!”

With one final slam, both of your bodies go rigid as the orgasms hit you at the same time. Your pulsating walls have Satoru’s cock throbbing eagerly deep inside of you, filling the condom. Leaving both of you shaking, sweaty messes. Satoru recovers first, his hands gently caressing your sides as you lay all your weight on top of him. While you gently press open-mouthed kisses over his collarbone.

It isn’t until your muscles are protesting the position that you’re in that you finally move. Satoru helps you push off of him gently, laying you down next to his side. His fingers brush some of your hair back before he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You kiss him back burying yourself into his chest as his hands gently move up and down your back.

“So, how was our first date?” The gentle tone of Satoru’s voice has you happily humming.

“One of the best dates I ever had in my entire life.”

“Yeah, I have to agree with you on that one.” His hand continued to rub up and down your back gently. “I can’t wait to go on another and another, and god, I just want to go on countless dates with you.” He waits for you to respond, to say anything. When you don’t say a word, he peers down, finding you sleepily snuggled against him. Your hard work from the last few days has finally caught up to you. “Get some sleep.” He whispered, disposing of the condom before pulling the sheet over your body as he shut his eyes, too, following you into a deep sleep.

The next day was a blur at the inn. From packing your bags, checking out, and bidding farewell to your parents before you at Satoru took the train back to Tokyo. Where you both leaned against each other, still tired from the last week and the wedding from the night before. You only fully regain consciousness when the train pulls up to your stop. You grab your bags in silence as you slowly leave the train.

It didn’t feel real that the week was finally over. That tonight would be the first night you would be alone in a week. Part of you dreaded the night you were about to spend alone in your apartment. But you didn’t want to be clingy and ask Satoru to stay the night.

While your relationship had been entirely out of order, you didn’t want to ruin it right when it began. There would be another time for Satoru to spend the night with you. You are almost certain he would love to go home to his apartment and unwind.

So you stopped in front of the coffee shop where you met each other for the first time. Turning around, you adjusted the backpack on your shoulder, winning a slightly confused look from your new boyfriend. Swallowing hard, you hugged him tight before pulling back.

“Thank you again for everything.” You wet your bottom lip with your tongue. “I can’t thank you enough. Text me later. Maybe we could meet up for coffee or dinner sometime this week. Go on our second date.”

Satoru said nothing for a moment as you fiddled with the handle of your suitcase. “Hey.” He finally broke the silence, his hand gently grabbing yours. “Would now be too soon to take you on our second date?” Light shimmered in your eyes as Satoru put his sunglasses on. “I know this great spot for brunch.” You felt your heart swell as he rubbed at his slightly slushed neck. “I just—I don’t want to say goodbye yet.” Round sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose, revealing his breathtaking eyes. “But if you’re too tired or busy, later this week would be fine, I gue—” You reach up, pressing your index finger gently over his lips, silencing him.

“Brunch sounds great.”

“Great!” Satoru beams gently, interlocking your hands as you make your way up to the surface. “You’re going to love it.” You gently squeezed his hand as you stepped into the bustling streets of Tokyo. A week ago, you never would have thought the man you had hired to be your wedding date would be taking you out on your second date, hopefully leading to many more.

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Hii 🤭 can I request a Dave Lizewski x reader fluffy smut? Maybe something like dave and the reader are studying for a test but he gets distracted or something

omg yes ofc!! I haven't written for dave in a bit but he's still one of my main pookies so YES, YES I WILL ANON. so sorry this took so long btw!!

pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend is too distracted during your study session, so you decide to help him out.

word count: 1.5K

tags: dave and reader are in college, protected sex, established relationship, kind of sub dave? a little proofread, minors dni! normal font below!

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Dave tutoring you was a regular part of your weekly routine. Not only was he a great boyfriend, but he was also an expert at anything math related. Which came in handy for you, because despite being a major in social studies, your course required you to take a class in statistics. So, with exams coming up, the two of you had been spending more and more time preparing together.

The sound of pens clicking and papers being shuffled around filled the room along with your groans. You were desperately trying to find the formula key you’d written down earlier, that had now conveniently disappeared.

Dave watched you, eyes peeking above his glasses as he bit his bottom lip. He wouldn’t tell you, he was pretty sure you’d gotten even more frustrated, but you looked so cute when you were agitated. Not that he liked having you in that mood, not at all. But it was just— the pout of your soft lips, the scrunch of your cute nose, the little huff you’d make when things didn’t go your way… Boy, he was obsessed with you.

"But I swear I-- are you even listening to me?"

Dave snaps out of his daydreaming when you snap your fingers in front of his face, a blush creeping up his face. "I-I was, I promise!"

You raised an eyebrow. "Sure you were." You leaned back into your chair, crossing your legs. "Aren't you supposed to be helping me? I'm gonna be so mad if I have to retake this course."

He gulps, the last thing he wanted was for you to waste your precious time on doing this all again. Especially because that meant you'd have less time for him as well.

"I know, I'm sorry, it's just... I'm so--"

"Distracted?" you interrupt his stammering. To Dave's surprise, you're no longer looking all that frustrated. Your frown is replaced by a cheeky grin, one he knows all too well.

“N-No, I mean— yeah, a little, but it’s not that I don’t wanna help—“ he starts rambling, his words dying off when he hears you giggle. "Wh--What?"

"You're so cute, Dave," you got up, closing the distance so that you were now standing in between his legs, "but I really can't have you being all distracted while we're supposed to study."

He suddenly felt a lot guiltier about his staring. He promised to help you and here he was gawking at how pretty you were, getting all kinds of thoughts. He felt like a pervert.

"I'm sorry, you're right, I'm just getting in the wa-- what are you doing?"

You took his hands and pulled him off the chair, guiding him over to the bed and giving him a push so he landed with his back flat onto the mattress. He looked a little disheveled, curls all messy and his glasses a little crooked. God, you could just eat him up.

"I can't have you being distracted, so," you took your shirt off in one swift motion, "let's fix that."

He watched you with wide blue eyes, face flushed pink with his mouth hanging open. You were no stranger to taking the upper hand with him, but he hadn't expected your study session to get steamy so quickly.

That's how you ended up on top of him, hips grinding down on him through his boxers and your panties. He swore he was about to cum just from you rubbing yourself over him, it took everything in him not to give into that feeling.

"Is this what you were thinking about, baby?" Your voice is dripping with honey. There's something teasing, almost mocking in it. You were well aware of how horny your boyfriend gets, the dirty thoughts he gets, even from before the two of you were a thing. But he never just admits them, no, he's a sweetheart like that.

He wants to answer, so bad, but with every movement of your hips a whimper spills from his lips, whether he wants it to or not. He's not too sure what to do with his hands, keeping them loosely on your thighs, not guiding, simply touching. Almost to ground himself a little.

"Hm, or maybe... You were thinking about this?" You reach down to move your panties to the side, and he takes the hint to start shoving his boxers down, just low enough to free his cock. You feel it tap against your ass as it finally springs free, already dripping with precum.

The vulgar sound of your juices spreading over his cock drives him mad. He barely gets the time to roll a condom on before your rubbing his head through your folds again, his hands grabbing the fat of your thighs a little harder. He's whining softly, silently pleading for you to let him fuck you already.

"What's that baby?" you reach out and grab his jaw, forcing him to look at you. "Use your words hun, I'm not a mind reader."

He just stares at you for a moment, cock twitching at your commanding words. He swallows, struggling to get anything out like the horny mess he is.

"I-I want you to--"

"Speak up."

"I want to be inside you," His voice cracks a little when he repeats himself, louder this time, "Please." he adds.

You smile, a thumb rubbing gently across his cheek. Poor boy looked like he was about to cry if he didn't get to fuck you, cock painfully aching with a need for you, and you alone.

"Well," you lined him up with your entrance, "only because you asked so nicely."

You took him inside with one swift movement of your hips, dropping down onto his lap with an audible clap of skin against skin. You moaned in unison, eyes finding each other, always wanting to watch the other's face when you finally connected like this again.

You wasted no time, already moving your hips again, the sensation of his cock dragging over your slicked walls sending you into a state of euphoria already. Dave's a big guy, and that counts for every other part of him too. You didn't care if stretch was a little painful, or that it took you a while to get used to the size of him at first, you loved it.

"B-Baby, please-- oh my god, you feel s'good, holy shit..." He blabbered on, his words slurring over the sounds of his moans. You grinned, he was already so pussy drunk, it was adorable.

You leaned over, hand splayed over his toned chest, nails dragging over his fair skin and leaving red trails in their wake. He looked so pretty, all marked up, letting everybody know that he was yours. Not that they didn't know already, he loved letting them know, always mentioning his pretty girlfriend whenever he could.

Your thighs started burning a little from the exertion, but you couldn't stop, not when you felt your orgasm slowly approaching. You started moving faster, bouncing on his cock, grin faltering as your expression grew more desperate.

"Dave, I-- fuck!" you cried out when he shifted his hips, the head of his cock hitting a particular spot inside you that made you see stars. "Keep doing that, holy shit, m'gonna cum baby..."

He took your command, as always, following your rhythm with his own movements. His thrusts become more erratic and sloppy by the second, letting you know he was getting close himself. Not that the continuous repeating of your name wasn't already alerting you of that.

"J-Just like that baby, just like that," your orgasm caught up to you soon, walls fluttering around him as you tilted your head back and moaned his name. The two of you were always loud, but now you were sure the whole floor heard you.

He followed right after, thrusting up into you and filling the condom with his hot cum. Your body went limp for a moment, collapsing on top of him with your full weight. His strong arms enveloped you, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, panting, trying to catch your breath.

After a moment to come down from the high of your orgasms, you moved your head to press soft kisses to his cheek. He sighed dreamily, an adorable boyish smile appearing on his face. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have you. Sometimes, it just felt like a dream. Luckily you were there to kiss him back to reality.

"D'you wanna go back to studying?" he asked softly, his hand tracing gently over your spine.

You whined, pressing a few kisses to his lips. "Hm... No..."

"But," kiss, "what about," kiss, "the exam?"

"Fuck the exam." You moved your head back to rest on his shoulder.

He doesn't reply, instead smiling to himself. Just being glad he's not the only one distracted now.

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Anything

a continuation of Always

Characters: - Reader - Dean - Sam - Layla - Mrs. Rourke - Roy - Sue Ann- Mention of John and Joshua

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Implied Smut, Hurt Dean, Cannon Violence, Supernatural Spoilers,

A/N: So, I am really nervous about this one. Faith is in my top 3 favorite episodes of the whole series. This one is a wee bit longer. Sorry. I hope you enjoy it.

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Your leg muscles throbbed from the pressure you were applying to the gas pedal. Yet your car still seemed to crawl along the road. Damnit I’m not gonna make it.

You looked up to the stars. “I never asked you for anything. I hunt monsters. I save people. He saves people. He’s a good fucking person. You can’t let him die. You hear me? Please don’t let him die.”

“Sam.” you said as you flipped open your phone and held it to your ear. “What’s going on? Is he?”

“No. He’s alive. We just got to the hospital. They just took him. How far away are you?”

“Maybe 20 minutes. 10 if I run some red lights.”

“[Y/n] we don’t need you getting hurt too.” He tried to hide it with a cough but you the sniffle “please be careful. “

“Always.” Your automatic response sent a sharp pain through your chest.

You leaned your back against the door to his room, staring at the calming painting hanging in the hallway, trying to find the courage to face what was on the other side.

“You love me.” He chuckled as you let out a hefty sigh.  He raised his head and rested his chin on your chest. You cracked your eyes open a bit, catching a glimpse of his bright green eyes. “You know I love you too, right?"

“I know.”

He gazed at you, a look of bewilderment crossing his face. “You know?!”

“Dean you tell me all the time, how I’m your best friend, you’re always telling me to be careful, you worry about me. I know you love me.”

He chuckled. “No sweetheart, I’m in love with you.”

You remember how your heart skipped at that moment. He slowly made his way up your body, his lips drawing closer to yours. You placed a hand on his chest, stopping him right before he got to his destination. ““If we cross this line, there’s no going back, Dean.”

He closed the gap between your lips and firmly placed his on yours. Your hand sliding upward, wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. The fire ran through your veins as he stroked his tongue against yours. His kisses grew needy, hungry like he couldn’t get enough of you.

Heavy pants filled the room as the desire intensified between you. Your fingers grazed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it gently to his chest, he broke the kiss and swiftly removed it. A smile on his lips as you admired the definition of his shoulder muscles. “Like what you see?”

“Eh, they’re alright.”

“That drool on your chin says otherwise” He murmured softly, lowering his head to place gentle kisses along your neck.

“[y/n]!” Sam’s voice pulled you out of your memory. You turned and headed in his direction.   

“Hey Sam. Have you heard anything?”

“No, I just got done talking to the cops and paying for his treatments.” You rolled your eyes. “They are just doing their jobs.” Sam glanced over your shoulder. “Hey Doc.” You pivoted and stood next to Sam. The doctor shifted his gaze to you then back to Sam. “His fiancée.” You gave a nod, going along with his lie.

“How is he?” your voice cracked.

“He's resting.” The doctor replied

“And?” Sam asked.

“The electrocution triggered a heart attack. Pretty massive, I'm afraid. His heart...it's damaged.” You felt a wave of emotion as tears started to gather in your eyes.

“How damaged?” you managed to keep you voice normal

“We've done all we can. We can try and keep him comfortable at this point. But I'd give him a couple weeks, at most, maybe a month.”

“No, no. There's, there's... gotta be something you can do, some kind of treatment.” Sam argued.

“We can't work miracles. I really am sorry.”

The reality hits you. “He’s not going to make it…”  You blinked, letting the tears flow freely down your cheeks.

“There’s my girl.” Dean said as you walked in, Sam following behind you.  His strained voice weighed heavily on your heart. Your eyes brimming with tears as they met his gaze. He appeared so frail and unwell. You had Dean in rough shape before, this was something entirely different. You and Sam stopped at the foot of his bed.

“We talked to your doctor.” Sam told him.

“Ok, So where are we doing the fight for the Impala?” Dean gestured to you and Sam. “Whoever gets it, better take care of it or I’ll haunt them.”

You scoffed. “That’s not funny.”

“Oh, come on, it's a little funny.”

“Dean.” Sam whimpered.

“Look, we all know how dangerous this gig can be. I drew the short straw. That's it, end of story.”

“Don't talk like that, alright? We still have options.” Sam asserted.

“What options? Yeah, burial or cremation. And I know it's not easy. But I'm gonna die. And you can't stop it.”

“Watch me.” Sam stormed out.

You sighed and rubbed your forehead, he reached out his arm, inviting you to lie down beside him. You walked over and sat in the chair beside his bed. He raised his eyebrows, grabbing your hand he pulled. “Get your ass over here.” You laid beside him. resting your head on his shoulder too scared to lay it on his chest.

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

He kissed your forehead. “You ain’t gonna hurt me baby.”

You walked up to Sam’s motel door and knocked. He opened the door slowly. “Hey, I thought you’d stay at the hospital.” He stepped back, opening the door all the way.

“Yea I got kicked out.” you said as you walked over and started looking at the papers Sam had laid all over the bed. “Did you call John?”

“I did. I got his voicemail. Big surprise.”

You sighed. “Find anything yet?”

“Actually.” There was another knock on the door. You looked at each other in confusion

Sam walked over to the door and opened it. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Checked myself out.” Dean said stepping into the room and leaning against the dresser. “I’m not gonna die in a hospital that kicks out my fiancée.” He gave you a weak grin. You shook your head. Sam helped him sit in the armchair.

“So, I was just about to tell [y/n] I called everyone in dad’s journal.”

“For what?”

“For a way to help you. One of his friends, Joshua, called me back. Told me about a specialist in Nebraska.”

“You’re not gonna let me die in peace, are you?”

“You’re not gonna die period. We are going.” You said sternly

Sam drives the Impala drives up a bumpy gravel path, to a sprawling white circus tent pitched in the middle of a field. Dean looks over to a sign that reads The Church of Roy LeGrange. “You guys are fucking liars!”  You and Sam jump out of the house and hurry to help Dean. “This ain’t no damn doctor.”

“Technically I said specialist.” Sam grabbed Dean’s arms “Let me help you”

“I got it.” Dean said batting away his arm “A freaking faith healer, really guys?”  He grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Can’t believe you brought me here to see some guy who heals people out of a tent.”

“Reverend LeGrange is a great man.” An elderly women yelled at Dean as she passed.

“Yeah, that’s nice.”

“Baby, this guy is supposed to be the real deal, can you please just shut up and give it a chance.” You gave him your best puppy dog eyes.

He gave you a small smirk. “Alright, for you.” The three of you continued walking to the tent.

“Dean, how can you be a skeptic? With the things we see every day?” Sam asked him as you continued walking toward the tent.

“Exactly. We see them, we know there real.”

“But if you know evil’s out there, how can you not believe good’s out there, too?” You asked.

“Because I’ve seen what evil does to good people.” He remarked. “And you guys can stop ganging up on me now.”

“Maybe God works in mysterious ways.” A young blonde said overhearing the conversation

“Maybe he does. I’m Dean, this is [y/n]” he said raising your hands. You smiled at her. “This is Sam.” He said pointing at Sam with his other hand.

“Layla. So, if you’re not a believer, then why are you.  here?”

“Well, apparently they believe enough for me.”

“Come on, Layla. It’s about to start.” An older women walked up and putting her arm around Layla

The three of you walked into the tent. Dean walked over to the last row and started to sit. “Dean please. There’s 3 up front. Come on.” He sighed and followed you.

“Each morning, my wife, Sue Ann,” Roy began his service.  “Reads me the news. Never seems good, does it?” he says as he steps up to the little podium. The room fills with echoes of no as the crowd agrees with him “Seems like there’s always someone committing some immoral, unspeakable act.” Roy continues with his service “But, I say to you, God is watching.” You hear a mixture of Yes, he is, and amen, as they crowd agrees with him again. “God rewards the good, and He punishes the corrupt.”  The agreements get louder, as almost everyone says amen or hallelujah, Roy continues “It is the Lord who does the healing here friends. The Lord who guides me in choosing who to heal by helping me see into people’s hearts.”

“Yeah, and into their wallets.” Dean whispers

“Shh” You whispered back.

“You think so, young man?” Roy asked

Silence falls over the tent.

Your jaw clenched in frustration. Dean cleared his throat. “Uh Sorry.” He said in a shaky voice.

“No, no. Don’t be. Just watch what you say around a blind man, we’ve got real sharp ears.” Almost everyone laughed. “What’s your name, son?”

“Um, Dean.” The nervousness lingered in his voice.

“Dean.” Roy nods with a grin on his face.  “I want, I would you to come up here with me.”

The crowd was cheering. You hear the older woman with Layla whisper to her “seriously?!”

Sue Ann moves to center stage, gestures for Dean to come up while smiling.

“No, it’s ok.” Dean told them

“What are you doing?!” Sam asked him

“You’ve come here to be healed, haven’t cha?” Roy asked

 “Well, yeah,” the crowd starts the cheer. Dean stats on his seat and waited for the noise to settle. “Um. maybe you should just pick someone else.”

“Seriously Dean?” You sneered, annoyed.

“Oh, no. I didn’t pick you, Dean, the Lord did.” Roy declared.

“Please,” you begged “You told me you would give it a chance.”

He took a deep breath. “For you” he stood up and everyone started cheering.

Sue Ann walks Dean over to Roy. You see their mouths moving. “Pray with me friends.” Roy instructs as he raised one hand and puts the other one on Dean’s shoulder. All the hands in the audience raise, except yours, Sam's and the lady with Layla.

Roy moves his hand from Dean’s shoulder to the side of his head. “Alright now. Alright now.”  You and Sam jump up to your feet as Dean falls to his knees, Roy keeps his hand in place. “Alright now” Roy says again.

“Dean!” You and Sam yell as Dean collapses to the stage floor, you both run to him.

 The crowd is clapping excitedly.

Sam’s fingers grasp the front of Dean’s hoodie shaking him furiously. Finally, Dean’s eyes burst open as he gasps.

“Say Something!” Sam demands.

Dean blinking like his vision is still hazy as he gazes upward. Above him stands Roy, arms extended outward, palms facing up, a broad smile lighting up his face. Dean stares behind Roy, a look of disbelief etched on his face.

You lay on your back, your heart pounding and breaths coming in rapid bursts, gazing into Dean's eyes as his face hovered above yours.

"Wow," you breathed out, astonished.

He raised his eyebrows with a smile. “Told you I was ok.”

“I don’t know, I might be more convincing.” He laughed and rolled on his back beside you, He wrapped his arm around you, drawing you closer to him. you laid your head on his chest. “So, what was it like?”

“Mind blowing.”

“Really?”

“Well yeah babe. Our sex has always been great.” He chuckled as you let out a hefty sigh.

“You know what I meant Winchester.”

 “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

 You lifted your head and turned to look at him. His face was hard. “What’s wrong?” he shook his head. “Dean.” You pleaded.

“I don’t know. It was weird.” He sighed. “I felt cold. Something just felt off, felt wrong. When I think about it, I just get a bad feeling. Like there’s something more to it.” he looked up to the ceiling. “And the doctor mentioned something about a 27-year-old athlete that died of a heart attack.” He lipped his lips. “I’ve been trying, but I can’t sway myself into believe it was just a coincidence.”

You planted a swift kiss on his lips. “Alright, Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“To explain this all to Sam, and then we can go check it out.”

“So how long you been together?” Roy asked as he sat down in the armchair across from the couch you and Dean were sitting on, in the LeGranges' living room.

“I’ve known her most of my life.” Dean looked at you , taking your hand in his. “Our dads worked together. There were many nights we got stuck babysitting my little brother together. Guess it all started there.”

“Well, the two of you make a stunning couple”

You smiled, “Thanks.”

“So how are you feeling Dean?” Roy asked.

“I feel great. Just trying to, you know, make sense of what happened.” Dean denoted.

“A miracle is what happened, but miracles come so often around Roy.” Sue Ann said as she handed you both a glass of tea. You both nodded thanks.  

“When did they start? The miracles.” Dean inquired.

“Woke up one morning, stone blind. Doctors figured out I had cancer. Told me I had maybe a month.” He explained fidgeting. “So, uh we prayed for a miracle. I was weak, but I told Sue Ann, to just keep right on praying. I went into a coma. Doctors said I wouldn't wake up, but I did. And the cancer was gone.” Roy took off his sunglasses revealing his glassy white eyes. “If it wasn't for these eyes, no one would believe I'd ever had it.”

“And you could heal people?” you asked.

“I discovered it afterward, yes. God has blessed me in many ways.”

“And his flock just swelled overnight. And this is just the beginning.” Sue Ann added with a proud smile on her face.

“Mind if I ask you one last question?” Dean asked looking down

“Of course not.”

Dean licked his lips, a hint of uncertainty in his voice as he asked, “Why me? Out of all the sick people, why save me?” You gently squeezed his hand, offering him a sense of reassurance.

“Well, like I said before, the Lord guides me.” Roy took a drink of his tea. “I looked into your heart, and you just stood out from all the rest.”

“What did you see in my heart?”

“A young man with an important purpose. A job to do. And it isn't finished.”

As Sue Ann Ushers you out the door, Layla and her mother are waiting to go in.

“I’m sorry Layla the reverend is resting right now. He won’t be seeing anyone else today.” Sue Ann says with sympathy

“Sue Ann, please. This is our sixth time; he's got to see us.” Layla’s mother pleads.

“Hey, I’m gonna go start the car.” You whisper to Dean excusing yourself from the awkward situation. With a nod he squeezes your hand then releases it.

“She really said that to you?” You asked as you entered the motel.

“Yea, I'm kinda glad you went to the car. Couldn’t have you throwing punches on a reverend's porch.” He laughed as he threw his keys on the table.

“Well, it sounds like you two had an interesting day.” Sam said looking up from his laptop.

“Very. What'd you find out?” Dean asked Taking off his jacket and hanging it on a chair.

“Dean. I'm sorry.” Sam whimpered barely above a whisper.

“Sorry about what?”

“Marshall Hall died at 4:17.”

“Let me guess” you said grabbing a bottle of water. “The exact time Dean was healed.” You sighed as Sam nodded.

 “So, I put together a list of everyone Roy's healed, six people over the past year, and I cross-checked them with the local obits.” Sam handed Dean a stack of paper.  “Every time someone was healed, someone else died. And each time, the victim died of the same symptom LeGrange was healing at the time.” sense of sorrow in his voice.

“Wait, wait, wait. So, Marshall Hall died to save me?”

“Dean, the guy probably would've died anyway. And someone else would've been healed.” Sam tried to comfort him.

“You guys never should've brought me here.”

“Dean, we were just trying to save you.” You chimed in.

“But now some guy is fucking dead now because of me.” Dean exclaimed with frustration.

“We didn't know, Dean.” Sam rubbed his temples.  “The thing I don't understand is how is Roy doing it? How's he trading a life for a life?”

“Oh, he's not doing it. Something else is doing it for him.” Dean declared.

“What do you mean?” Sam questioned.

“The old man I saw on stage.” Dean said. Your eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t tell you that part. “I didn't wanna believe it, but deep down I knew.”

“You don’t think it’s a.”

“Yes, I do” Dean cut you off as he glanced at you.

“What are you guys talking about?” Sam asked

“There's only one thing that can give and take life like that.” Sam looked at Dean, still confused.

” It’s a reaper.” You murmured. Dean nodded,

“You really think it's THE Grim Reaper?” Sam asked typing on his laptop.

“No Sam, not THE reaper, A reaper.” You told him.

“There's reaper law in pretty much every culture on earth, it's possible that there's more than one of them.” Dean said looking through lore pages. “The question is how is Roy controlling the damn thing?”

“That cross.” Sam

“What?” Dean

“There was this cross, I knew looked familiar.” Sam looks through some papers and holds a card up, “This.”

“A Tarot?” Dean asked, taking the card from Sam, he looked at it then showed it to you.  

“It makes sense. A tarot dates to the early Christian era right, when some priests were still dabbling in magic.” You noted. Dean tilted his head with a pondering expression.

“And a few of them veered into the dark stuff. Necromancy and how to push death away, how to cause it?” Sam added

“So, Roy's using black magic to bind the reaper?” Dean

“If so. He’s riding the whirlwind. It's like putting a dog leash on a great white.” Sam

“Ok then we stop Roy.” Dean announced as he got up and put his coffee mug in the sink. Leaning on the counter behind you.

“How?” Sam asked

“You know how.”

“Dean, we can't kill him.” You proclaim, turning around to face him.

“Babe, he’s playing God, deciding who lives and who dies. That's a monster in my book.”

“No. We do that we're no better than he is.” Sam

“Ok, we can’t kill Roy, we can't kill death. Any other bright ideas?” Dean said with a bit of sass.

“We gotta figure out how he’s doing it and how to break it.” Sam stated.

The Impala jolts along the rough, gravel-strewn road again. Dean did his best to dodge the potholes, passing a sign that says service today.

“If Roy's using a spell, there might be a spell book.” Sam said as you guys got out of the car.

“See if you can find it.” He looked at his watch, “You gotta hurry though, the service starts in fifteen minutes. We’ll try to stall” Dean takes your hand, and you head for the tent while Sam heads toward the house.

You and dean mosey up and down the aisles on opposite sides of the tent. You hear a cell phone ring and look up to see Dean putting his to his ear. He talks for a few seconds and then holds the flyer that the protestor in the parking lot gave him and mouths the words He’s next. He points at you then the opening on the tent. He them mouths be careful; you nod mouthing back always and go search for the man.

You go out to the parking lot, bobbing and weaving through cars, finding Sam. You throw your hands up in frustration. “Keep looking [y/n]” Sam yells, you continue in the direction you were going.

“HELP.” You turn searching for where the voice was coming from. “HELP ME PLEASE! HELP ME!” you figure out the direction and start running. You pass a bus to see Sam and the man running like they are being chased, you look toward the tent as you hear the commotion. You see Roy and his followers exiting the tent. You look back to Sam and the man still running frantically.

“Yea?” Dean answered his phone.

“Dean. It didn’t work the reaper is still after him.” the man falls to his knees. “I saw Roy. He’s not doing it; it must be someone else”

“Its Sue Ann”

 You see Sam helping the man up and he doesn’t look frightened anymore. You sigh in relief. “I think he’s ok.”  Then you hear Sue Ann yelling help through the phone.

“So, Roy really believes.” Sam asked sitting on his motel bed.

“I don't think he has any idea what his wife's doing.” Dean said between the beds.

“Well, I found this.” Sam said handing a book to Dean. “Hidden in their library. It's ancient. Written by a priest who went dark side. There's a binding spell in here for trapping a reaper.”

“Must be a hell of a spell.” You said sitting on the other bed.

“Yeah. You gotta build a black altar with seriously dark stuff. Bones, human blood. To cross a line like that, a preacher’s wife. Black magic. Murder. Evil”

“Desperate. Her husband was dying,” Dean looked to you “she would have done anything to save the person she loves.” His gaze locked onto yours as he spoke, and his words made your heart flutter. A smirk on his face as you exhaled sharply, trying to compose yourself.

 “Yeah, but Roy's alive, so why is she still using the spell?”

“To force the reaper to kill people she thinks are immoral.” Sam informed. “We gotta break that spell.”

Dean rifled through the pages on the table. Finding the picture of the cross he said. “You know Sue Ann had a Coptic cross like this. As soon as she dropped it, the guy was ok.”

“So, you think we gotta find the cross or destroy the alter?” Sam asked

“Maybe both?” you suggested

“Whatever we do we better do it soon, he's healing Layla tonight.” Dean said

“That's Layla's car. She's already here.” Sam says as Dean pulls the impala in the drive.

Dean nods with a grim expression “You know she's gonna die in a couple of months.”

“You said it yourself Dean, you can't play God.” Sam says with compassion

Dean looks to you. You press your lips in a hard line. “He’s right Dean, I’m sorry.”

The three of you approach the tent and peek inside. Roy is speaking to a small group, including Layla and her mother.

“Gather round, please everyone” Roy says.

“Where's Sue Ann?” Dean asked.

“House.” Sam guessed.

“You guys go find Sue Ann; I'll catch up.” Dean says pushing you and Sam into the shadows. As two cops walk down the stairs, Dean yells. “Hey!” they look at him. “You gonna put that fear of god in me?” He takes off running and they chase after him.

As soon as they're gone you and Sam run up the stairs and check around the house. It’s completely dark. “Look” Sam whispers, pointing at the light emerging from the cracks of the outside basement entrance. “I’ll go check it out. You see if you can get in the house.” You nod. Sam moves toward the basement entrance, opens the doors and slips inside.

As you search the house you hear the cellar door slam. You look out the window to see Sue Ann locking the doors. Sam banging on them trying to get out. You make your way quickly to the cellar doors, but Sue Ann is nowhere to be found. “Sam?” You whispered. pulled the pipe out of the door handles and swung them open. “Sammy!”

He emerged from the shadows. “Bout time.”

You and Sam ran over to the tent. You see Sue Ann holding up the cross while reciting something. You and Sam start to run in her direction. “Sam, destroy the cross, I’ll find Dean.” He nods as he continues to run toward her.

As you weave through the parked cars you hear a loud wail in the distance. You froze in place. “Dean?!” you yelled at the top of your lungs, getting no response you began to search again.  You hear another wail. You turn around to see Dean on his knees in the driveway. “Dean.” Speak softly with trepidation. Your legs jolt to life. Pushing into the ground as hard as you can, you finally make it to him. He’s gasping for air with glazed over eyes. You tackle him, pushing him onto his back. You rise to your knees facing the same direction Dean was seconds ago.  “Not him. Take me instead.” Nothing happens. Dean is still unable to breathe. “Come on you son of a bitch. Not him!” You shouted in anger. With one big last gasp dean’s breathing returns to normal. Anticipation hits you like a joke of lightning as you wait for the reaper to appear, but he doesn’t.

“[y/n]”

“Sam did it he destroyed the cross.” You say helping Dean to his feet.

“You guys, ok?” Sam asked as you approached the Impala.

“Hell of a week.” Dean said, shaking his head.

“We should get going.” You said as you opened the back door.

Dean’s pov

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, sitting on the trunk of his car, in that leather jacket, hair blowing in the wind. She was gorgeous inside and out. Crazy thing was she loved him, him of all people. She loved him enough to give her life just to save him.  He opened the door and threw his duffle on the back floorboard.

“Whatcha starin’ at Winchester?”

“Just the prettiest girl in the world.”

“Kiss ass.” She said with a smile.

He laughed softly as he moved between her legs, wrapping her waist with his arms. “Listen,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. “I never want you to think about trading your life.”

“Dean.” She cut him off. “Save your breathe. I don’t care how mad you get, how loud you yell, or how many days you stay pissed off at me. I would do anything to save your life.”

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Cool About It

joel miller x fem! reader

Description: after your first encounter, joel turns into an asshole every time you're around. when tommy makes you two go out on patrol together, it turns into a muddled mess. turns out, he didn't hate you at all, he just sucks at emotions.

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Warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, post!outbreak joel, killing of infected (including a child), blood, some LIGHT gore, age gap (more specified in this part), very smutty, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), overstimulation, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, pet names, joel is still a menace to society and a jerk

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I came prepared for absolution if you'd only ask

So I take some offense when you say, "No regrets"

I remember it's impossible to pass your test

But I'm trying to forget about it

Feelin' like I'm breaking a sweat about it

Wishin' you would kindly get out of my head about it

Tellin' myself one day I'll forget about it

Knowin' that it probably isn't true

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want Joel on more of your patrols. 

The patrols after your night together ended up being filled with unspoken sexual tension. You’d go home sexually frustrated and hungry for more, but you were never bold enough to make a move. And to be real, you weren’t sure if you should. He’d say something about keeping your shoulders straight when you shot, you’d say something stupid like “make me” and he’d spit back with, “I may just do that, girl.”

But it never went anywhere. 

Even if you tried to make a pass, he’d make an excuse or remind you that you two were strictly working at the moment. 

You once invited him over after a particularly long shift, wanting some relief from the ache between your thighs.

“Got things to get done at home,” He said, “Maybe another time.”

So after that week of patrols, you were suddenly never on his patrols again. You were put on the exact opposite shifts, actually. You had some sneaking suspicions that he asked Tommy to switch it up. He stopped looking at you during morning meetings and eventually you decided to drop the whole idea of him.

It still crossed your mind every time you saw him, though. How he felt on your lips. How his body felt connected with yours.

Your breathing would change every time you reminisced on your time together. He would consume your mind for brief periods and you couldn’t get away. You kept telling yourself that time would lessen the blow, but it never did. 

So you tried your best to forget. 

On one particularly chilly morning, you head to your scheduled time at the stables. You’d be going out with Jesse this time around. He was a newcomer, a real sweetie. Tommy wanted you to teach him all you knew about patrolling and securing certain areas. 

But when you arrive, you notice Tommy, Joel, and Jesse all standing around waiting. You hadn’t said much to Joel the last couple weeks, only a wave or a quiet mumbled hello. His back was turned to you, but you knew those shoulders and back all too well.

“Are we all going out this morning?” You question, adjusting your braid on your shoulder. Joel turns to you, not expecting your voice to come up behind him. His eyebrows furrow at your presence. 

“Yes, ma’am,” Tommy smiles, “You and Joel are gonna be going up to the ski lodge. Heard there’s a hoard or two out there, they need to be cleared.”

“I thought you said I was going with Jesse?” Joel speaks up a bit too quickly. Tommy’s words caught you off guard, so you just stand there waiting for him to respond to Joel, but it never comes.

You swallow, clearing your throat.

“No, I was supposed to go out with Jesse, actually.”

Jesse looks at everyone confused.

He was a cute kid. 20 years young, fresh faced, ready to take on anything. He had all this energy, something you wish you still had. Now you had a bad back, fucked knees, and a terrible sleeping schedule. You were only about 10 years older than him and you’re falling apart. 

“We can all just go together?” Jesse offers, adjusting his backpack on his shoulders. You knew that’d be shot down quick, especially when it came to a newbie. If there’s infected, we never throw the new guys into the pits of hell. They’d never want to patrol again. 

Tommy shakes his head, “No, I want her and Joel to clear that area before I take you that route. They know it well. We are going to head towards the power plant. We have to bring back some supplies I have stored there.”

Joel’s eyes could laser Tommy in half at that moment. He was pissed and completely blindsided.

You surrendered to the idea, too tired to argue and fight about something so stupid. You also didn’t question their orders, simply because they knew better than you. You wanted to make sure Jackson was safe, just like everyone else.

You gesture Jesse to give the brothers some time alone, motioning towards the horses. You’d at least make sure the horses were ready for his trip out with Tommy. He grabs the reins of two horses, walking them outside towards the front gate. You grab the other two horses, doing the same thing. 

He took notice to your tired eyes, “You okay going out today? You look tired.”

“Wow, Jesse,” You laugh, “I thought I looked great this morning when I woke up.”

He instantly starts to backpedal, not picking up your joke. You shake your head, trying to talk over all his apologies. 

“I’m just messin’ Jesse. I am tired, but I’ll be okay, don’t you worry.”

He smiles, nudging your shoulder a bit. 

“You just gave me a heart attack,” He chuckles, “You sure though? Even with Joel?”

You glance over at the Millers, watching them argue about whatever Joel was truly mad about. You knew in your head it was because he didn’t want to be around you. The feeling was becoming mutual. You never wanted to make anything awkward or difficult, but you guess that’s exactly what you did. 

You just shrug. Jesse takes that as your response, grabbing the reins of your horse and handing them over to you. 

“You stay safe out there,” He says, “Don’t let him get under your skin.”

You couldn’t help but snicker, “No need to worry about that, dude.”

–

Oh, but was he getting under your skin. 

You initially just nod at every direction he makes at you, remembering that it was like this before anyway. But then he starts to undermine every suggestion you made. 

“You don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“We will be back before sundown, you know that. Don’t be dumb about it.”

“Stoppin’ would be dumb as hell. You can wait.”

You had been begging for 30 minutes to stop and pee. He was not giving in to anything you’d say. After awhile, you could not hold it anymore. You pull your horse to the side of the trail, not even saying anything to him. You dismount the horse, holding the reins for a moment before you hang them on a branch nearby. 

“What are you doin’?” He spits, noticing you off your horse. You come around the horse, giving him a deadly glare. You grab your pack, finding some cloths you bring on your patrols so you can wipe and throw away. 

“I have to fuckin’ pee, Joel. I can’t wait any longer.”

“Get back on your horse,” He demands, his posture getting more stiff. 

You shake your head, unbuttoning your jeans and turning back to a private area behind a tree. You remember the moments before kissing Joel for the first time. Him telling you how great your ass looked in your jeans. You grimace. 

You tug down your pants and squat. 

You relieve yourself, quickly using your cloth to wipe when you finish. You toss it behind you, standing up in your spot and turning around to head back to your horse. 

You realize Joel is off his horse, bounding towards you. He grabs your arm, pulling you to face him. 

“Why don’t you fuckin’ listen?” He says through gritted teeth. 

It took everything in you not to fucking snap. You wanted to pull away and scream and yell and throw something at him. But instead your heart just started racing at the contact his hand made with your skin and you physically couldn’t do anything. 

He realizes you’re caught off guard. He didn’t grab you hard, just enough shake you a bit to get your attention on him and only him. His facial expression changes as he drops your arm, stepping back a couple of paces. It’s like he realized he was being a bit too aggressive. Maybe it was your expression that brought him back down from whatever pedestal he thought he was on. 

“Don’t touch me,” Is all you could think to say. He wasn’t even touching you anymore but you still felt him all over you. 

He just nods. 

You look down at yourself, realizing your pants are still unbuttoned. You look back up at Joel who’s staring at your panties peaking through your unzipped jeans. His eyes travel back up to yours. You decide to slowly button them back up. 

You don’t hear what he says when he peels his eyes away and walks back to his horse. Probably some asshole comment that was better said under his breath.

You both get back on your horses and continue to the ski lodge in silence. Before you scale the one side of the mountain, you hear something. 

You keep your eyes peeled for infected. You are almost positive that’s what you’re hearing so you whistle to catch Joel’s attention. You nod to your left, which is the direction you hear the familiar clicking. You grab your rifle from your side saddle, gesturing to Joel to do the same.

You always get this rush when you have to kill infected. It’s not a good rush at all, it’s pure adrenaline. 

You dismount again, making sure your horse is tied to a nearby tree. Joel is close behind you as you creep forward towards the noise. The woods are dense with trees but there is also a ton of rock formations that were usually excellent cover.

The clicking gets louder and so does the sound of your heartbeat. 

“There,” Joel whispers, gesturing towards a rock. You kneel, creeping up the formation and looking down. There you see not one, not two, but three clickers wondering around a dead deer. It was torn to shreds, blood everywhere. You weren’t bothered by blood at all, it was just the sick smell of decay that got you a bit queasy. You draw your gun up, aiming it towards the clicker closest to you. 

“On three,” You murmur to Joel. You knew that you’d had to shoot two at the same time to give you enough time to kill the third with a quick reload. 

Joel just nods, drawing his gun up. 

“One,” Breath in, “Two,” Hold, “Three” Breath out.

The sounds of guns sent the clicking sounds to an all time high. Your ears are ringing, but you instinctively cock your gun, releasing one shell. 

You aim, firing your weapon at the third and final clicker. You hear Joel yell something, but your ears are still ringing. 

Then it hits you. 

“Three more!” 

Every time you’re in a fight or flight situation, you always fight. Old you would run. 

You bring your weapon up, noticing Joel’s new position on the boulder. He’s aiming and firing at some infected down hill who are quickly running at you two. 

You refocus in searching the area behind you. The last thing you needed was a sneak attack from a stalker. One enters your eye line and you fire. You keep count of how many bullets you have. Three down, four more left. 

“Got two on your right!” 

You hear Joel’s directions, drawing your weapon up and shooting another stalker between the eyes. The last one was a child, which was always the hardest. You knew that there was no choice, so you pull the trigger, which sent the child flying backwards. You wince a bit, seeing that this was probably just a family who got caught in the wrong situation. You killed all of them in less than a minute. Life wasted. 

Silence fills the air, your ears still ringing from endless gunfire. You turn back to Joel who’s breathing heavily and holstering his gun. 

You never had to question Joel’s abilities, which made him an excellent patrol partner. He knew exactly how to react in high risk situations. 

He made you feel safe. 

“Looks like we found one of the hoards Tommy was talking about,” He says, walking up to you, “Lets hope it’s just the one.”

“Glad it was you with me and not Jesse,” You say, relaxing your arm. 

“That kid would be dead by now.”

-

When you’re less than a mile from your stop, you notice some storm clouds taking over the beautiful summer sky. The air starts to change. The wind begins to pick up, blowing your braid back and tickling your bare neck. The air smells like rainwater, sweet and pungent. 

You use the silence to think about how simple life use to be. You reminisce about your childhood that was cut too short. You were a young adult when the infection started so you hadn’t been able to get married or settle down with a family. Everything was ripped away from you so prematurely and deep down, you crave that simplicity. Get married, have children, die of old age. 

If only you could’ve lived in a world where you didn’t have to kill a child because some random ass fungus took over their humanity.  

“We are almost there,” Joel says finally, pulling you out of your thoughts, “We may have to ride out the storm.”

You just nod even though he can’t see you. 

The ski lodge was actually very beautiful. It was one of two that was used as a safe house for patrols, this one being your personal favorite. You had been there with Tommy once and he gave you the grand tour. It was reasonably clean for being so old, stocked full of canned items, and had very comfy beds. 

You start to bring your horses to the covered back porch when it starts to rain. You grab all your gear, slinging it over your shoulder. Joel jingles a key out of his pocket, racing to the sliding glass doors. He unlocks the door, ripping it open as soon as the rain picks up. You both make it in the quiet lodge, setting your belongings on the kitchen counter. 

“I’m going to get the lanterns up and running,” You mumble, heading towards the living room where all the lanterns were scattered about. Joel locks the sliding glass door, before he starts rummaging through his bag. 

You turn on as many lanterns as you can, lighting up the room with warm glow. 

You find your way onto one of the couches, kicking your boots off. 

“Want me to start a fire? We may have to hang out the rest of the night if that storm don’t let up,” Joel questions, sliding his jacket off his shoulders. 

You shrug, “Don’t matter.”

He starts to pile up some wood as you find an apple in your bag. You watch him slowly pace back and forth from the wood pile to the huge stone fireplace. You watch his back muscles flex when he picks up a piece of wood. You were using him as a distraction to get you away from those dark thoughts from earlier. 

You bite into your apple. 

“You bring anythin’ for me?”

Is he fucking with you?

“There’s canned peaches in the cabinets.”

He laughs, lighting the wood with a match. You watch the fire build and build as he messes with the wood. He was squatting, his shirt riding up a bit. Even his lower back was eye catching. 

“You don’t wanna share?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m not sharin’ anything with you.”

He turns back to you with a smirk playing on his lips, “Not even a better look at those panties you’re wearing?”

You couldn’t believe your ears. 

“Pardon?”

“You heard me, sweetheart.”

You did hear him, of course, but were in denial of the actual intentions behind the words. He creeps closer, finding a spot on the couch next to you. You take another bite of your apple, staring at him with curiosity. 

Was he being serious?

You contemplate your options. Do you play into the game? Do you resist and possibly regret it later? He was such an asshole earlier. But then again, he always is. He was before you slept with him. So was that a valid excuse to not play into the game?

You remember the ache between your legs last night after reading a smutty romance novel. You imagined the characters as you and Joel, yet you never wanted to admit it. You knew that you wanted this, but resisting to give him a taste of his own medicine would be satisfying, too.

“Ya know,” He ponders, leaning over to meet your eyes, “I still have your other pair you left at my house.”

You remember the slight panic you felt the morning after when you couldn’t find them. You knew damn well he’d find them somewhere, but you didn’t think he’d keep them. 

“Didn’t even know I left them,” You lie, your eyes averting away from him. 

You were a horrible liar. 

“You’re pretty cute when you lie, sweetheart,” He grabs your chin, tilting your face back to his, “You left them on purpose. Thought you’d use that as an excuse to come crawling back to me.”

He was being smug, you knew that. For some reason, you don’t cave immediately even though the conversation was making you tingle.

“Crawling back to you? Why would I do that?” You question, “When I have all these other guys who will gladly take up my offers.”

He smiles smugly, “Hm, that doesn’t seem very like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t seem like the type of girl to whore yourself out to a bunch of assholes.”

His finger traces your lower lip, catching it and pulling down. You don’t pull away, soaking up the intense tension in the air. 

“You don’t know me, Joel Miller.”

He just stares at your mouth, “I know enough.”

You want to lean in further, push your lips on his and finally surrender to him. But you hold on for a few more seconds. You’re practically quivering under his touch, wanting nothing more to just cut the shit and jump on top of him.

“You told me not to touch you earlier,” he mumbles, “But here you are just fumblin’ over yourself every time I touch ‘ya.”

“Will you just shut the fuck up and kiss me?”

His touch becomes rougher, his one arm pulling you into his lap, the other hand grabbing your face roughly. 

“You start talkin’ like that you get nothin’,” his breathing fans your face, blowing your baby hairs away from your forehead, “Be a good girl like before.”

You squirm a bit, trying to lift your head in defiance. It doesn’t work, he has a good grip on you. His eyes are dark as he adjusts you so you are practically mounted on his lap. He releases your face bringing his hand down to your neck. He pulls you down to his lips, connecting them feverishly. 

You couldn’t help yourself. You melt into him, your hands wrapping around his neck before sliding them down his chest. His hips are practically rutting into yours. You grind down, moaning out at the contact. You knew that being disobedient wouldn’t get you anywhere, so to get what you want, you knew you’d have to play into his dominance. 

He smiles into the kiss, knowing you have been waiting for this moment. 

You pull away, pulling your shirt off. He’s looking at you like you’re his next meal. You kind of are. 

“Missed these tits,” He says his hands resting on your ribcage, right under your bare breasts, “Best ones I’ve ever seen.”

“Joel,” You groan, fumbling for the button on your pants, “Need you. Bad.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, I know baby.”

He fondles you for a second before latching his lips around your left nipple. His tongue swirls around it before he slightly bites it. You arch your back, wanting more from him but he just pulls away. You roll off his lap, tugging your pants down, including your underwear. 

“Ah,” He’s not even paying attention to you butt naked all spread for him, instead he’s leaning down to your pile of clothes. He grabs your panties, holding them up, “Baby pink. You fuckin’ tease.”

“Joel,” You whine, nudging him with your foot, “Enough about my underwear.”

He runs his hands up your leg before standing up and discarding his own shirt and pants. He leaves his briefs on, his cock tenting the gray fabric. 

“So eager,” he mocks, “What do you want from me, baby girl? Hm?”

You smile at the million of thoughts running through your head. But you settle for words that you know will drive him wild. 

“Do whatever you want to me, Joel.”

He pulls you to the edge of the couch. He’s on his knees like he’s about to pray at the altar to whatever God may exist. Instead, he’s between your legs, speckling your thighs with scratchy kisses. His salt and pepper hair is messy, his sunkissed bare arms highlighted with some freckles. You never noticed them before. 

“‘M gonna need your mouth,” He mumbles, raising his fingers to your mouth. You grab his wrist with your hands, lifting his fingers to your lips. You suck on every one, releasing each one with a pop. He watches you with his lips slightly agape, almost hypnotized by the action. 

He uses his newly wet fingers to trace your slit before he uses his pointer and middle finger to spread your lips. He’s playing with you, making you writhe underneath his touch. You lift your hips a bit, which causes him to lay his free arm across your lower stomach. 

“Patience, sweetheart,” He gives your pussy one lick, “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

He’s good on his word. 

He dives into you like a ravenous animal. His tongue hitting every desperate spot within you. You were taken to the same state of mind when he first ate you out. You had no words, just moans of pleasure. 

He uses his fingers to toy with your opening, sticking two fingers in initially before he becomes too eager to see you fall apart. He wraps his lips around your swollen clit, suckling and moaning around it. You knew from before that he liked all eyes on him. You watch him as the vibrations mixed with him finger fucking you sends you into your first eye rolling orgasm. 

You don’t think you’ve ever cum so fast in your life. It’s a release you’ve been yearning months for, making it even sweeter. 

He pulls away, giving your pussy a little slap. It makes you yell out. 

“Came without permission, but that’s okay,” He licks his fingers, “You have a couple more in you.  You just gotta beg extra for ‘em.” 

He was a menace. 

You just nod, not able to communicate your actual feelings on him denying you the simple pleasure of cumming all over him. The idea of having to hold back made you a bit eager to see how far you could take it, though. 

“Need your mouth now,” He tugs off his underwear, kicking them across the room. You don’t know how, but it almost looks bigger. Maybe it’s the swollen red tip that makes you overawe over it. 

“Would you like me on my knees, sir?”

He leers at you, “What a good girl, being so polite… Yes, baby girl, get on your knees in front of me. I wanna see those eyes.”

You crawl off the couch, getting in between his legs. His cock is laying on his lower tummy, just waiting for you. You aren’t super into sucking dick, but this was Joel’s. You know that you had to give it your all. You wanted to give it your all. 

You grab ahold of the base of his cock, keeping your eyes on him as you slowly open your lips to take him. Once your hot mouth touches the tip, he hisses in satisfaction. 

“Mhm,” He groans, “Take all of it, baby.” 

You’re not sure if you can, but you are going to do your very best. 

You relax your throat as much as you can, slowly inching his cock down your throat. You’re halfway around it when it hits your gag reflex. You pull back, still keeping his cock wrapped around your lips. You sit up, jerking the base of his cock as you slurp up as much as you can. 

“You got it baby,” He encourages, “Relax and take it slow.”

Whenever Joel praises you, you can’t help but let it get to your head. 

You take a deep breath in as you take more of him in. Widening your jaw more, you finally get him completely engulfed in your mouth. He twitches inside, which sends a jolt of pleasure to your core. You let him take control, raising his hips a bit to fuck your mouth. He has a hold of your braid, which only adds to the experience. You’ve never had your hair pulled before, but you’re beginning to love the sensation. He’s a moaning mess, chanting your name like a prayer. Your saliva is all over his lower tummy by the time he pulls your mouth away from his cock. 

“Gonna make me cum like that if you keep goin’,” He states, pulling you up to his lips. He kisses you, all tongue and teeth, “Let me fuck that pussy, yeah?”

You whimper, “Yes, please.”

“Such a good girl.”

He pulls you up into his lap while you slowly position yourself above him. You loved riding him before and with how sensitive and riled up you were now, you were prepared to ride his cock like it’s the last thing you’d ever do. 

He focused his attention on rubbing his cock head between your pussy lips. You bite your lip as soon as he pushes slowly into your entrance. You groan, letting the sweet stretch take ahold of you.

“Atta’ girl,” Joel sighs, “Take all of me in that tight little pussy.”

You gasp as soon as he raises your hips a bit, repositioning how his cock sits inside you. His hand rests on your pelvic bone, pulling you forward. You realize he’s guiding you, helping you grind back and forth on his dick. Every roll of your hips pushes a moan out your throat, making Joel stare up at you with satisfaction. He removes his hands from your hips, bringing his right hand to your throat. 

“Fuckin’ Christ, baby girl,” He lets out a wanton moan, while your stomach feels like it’s reaching a boiling point. He realizes how tense your getting so he reaches down with his spare hand, putting more pressure on your clit. “This is my pussy.”

“Mhm.”

“Say it. Say it’s mine.”

“It’s yours, Joel.”

“That’s fuckin’ right, baby girl. All mine.”

“Joel, please,” You cry, “I need to cum.”

“No,” He spits, “You don’t cum until I tell you.”

You clench, trying to resist the release. He notices you slowing down, so he stops choking you. Instead of letting you have a moment to recoup, he grabs your waist again, raising it slightly so he could raise his hips to pound into you. With his fingers still pressing on your bud, he chooses a bruising pace. You are practically screaming, the release imminent.

“Please, please,” You beg, “Joel, I need to.”

He doesn’t stop his assault on your pussy, “You keep beggin’, baby girl. I’ll tell you when.”

“Fuck, fuck,” You can’t stop yourself, the vibration from your incoming orgasm taking over your body, “Please Joel!”

“Cum,” He grits his teeth, “Cum all over this cock, baby girl.”

You have never had an orgasm take over every fiber of your being like it. You throw your head back, yelling Joel’s into the silence of the house. His pace slows down, as your cum soaks his lower half. 

“Oh my god,” You groan, not knowing how to formulate a full sentence yet. You were still seeing stars in your vision, as you try to refocus on Joel. 

“Holy shit,” He pulls out of you, “You okay?”

You just nod, your head falling forward. Your braid falls over your chest in between your breasts. Joel grabs the end of it, toying with it for a moment while you catch your breath.

“I’ll give you a minute,” He picks you up off him, laying you onto the cushion next to him. You grab his hand as he tries to pull away. 

“I don’t need one,” You were still spent from the first two orgasms, it was written all over your face. Joel just chuckles, positioning himself over your body. He cages you in, tilting your face so you make eye contact. 

“You ready for me already?”

“Need you.”

He uses his leg to part your thighs, settling between you again. He was still hard, his cock nudging your swollen wet opening.

“I want your eyes on me,” He commands. 

“Yes, sir.”

He pushes into you again, your mouth parting in a gasp at how sensitive you were. 

He smiles at your reaction while he settles into a steady pace. You try to focus on him, watching his facial expressions as he dives into you over and over again. 

Joel had to be sculpted by whatever God created him. Every part of him was angular, his cheekbones quite high. His nose was just about perfect, especially from the side. His side profile was everything.

You truly didn’t think he looked his age. The only thing that kind of gave him away was the grays speckled through his dark hair. Other than that, the guy was a sex god. 

You are too busy to admiring him, you don’t even realize how close he is. He’s gripping onto your hips, probably bruising them with how tightly he’s holding them. The way his dick twitches inside you, sends that familiar rush back into your body. 

He’s not breaking eye contact. You smirk while he groans pushing harder into you. 

“You better cum inside me,” You murmur, “Want you to fill me up.”

“God,” He cries, “So fucking flithy.”

And he loved that about you. 

He releases into you with a loud sigh. You don’t teeter over that edge until he pulls out of you, looking to see his work. 

He uses his two fingers, pushing them inside you, then back out. He rubs his cum onto your clit, slapping it a couple times. When you jolt in pleasure, he smiles knowingly. 

“One more time?”

He positions himself between your legs again. He’s fingering you so lazily but it’s still enough to have you crying out in pleasure. You don’t even have time to respond to him, before you’re falling over the edge and cumming once more. 

You lay there, trying to catch your breath again. Joel stands up on wobbly legs, making his way to the nearby bathroom. You didn’t know if this house would be stocked with rags or anything, so when Joel comes out with a folded blanket, you can’t help but giggle. 

“This is all we got,” He gestures towards the blanket, “We can burn it when we finish with it.”

You take it from him, running it between your legs. The wooley fabric scratched a bit, but you didn’t have one care in the world. 

Until you get a familiar sinking feeling. Like you did something very wrong.

You sit up while Joel takes the blanket, cleaning up himself. You try to stand, your legs feeling like jelly. You pick up your panties from the floor next to Joel’s clothes. You start to grab each of your clothing items, throwing them on as you go. You watch as he does the same.

“I guess this means you don’t hate me,” You mutter, not knowing what to say after what just occurred. You felt guilty and sick with anxiety.

If anyone else sat in on this day with Joel, they’d say the same thing. The way he talks to you, how annoyed he was to be stuck with you on patrol today, everything. It’d make anyone feel not wanted. 

He shoots you a glance, “I never hated you.”

He says it with such conviction that you wince, not sure whether to believe him.

“You have ignored me for months. You fought with Tommy because you were stuck with me today. And then on the way here, you yelled at me for having to pee. Called me dum-”

“I didn’t call you dumb.”

You breath in sharply, “You’re just impossible, you know that?”

He shakes his head. You know he wants to say something smart back, but it never comes. 

Instead he sits down beside you, keeping his eyes down at his feet. You wait for him to speak for what feels like a lifetime. 

“Listen,” He huffs, “I don’t hate you. I am just not good at…”

“Being nice to people?”

He smirks, finally looking up at you, “Sure, but hey… I don’t regret anything that happened. I enjoy our… time together.”

You wanted to strangle him. 

After months of contemplating what went wrong, he tells you he doesn’t regret anything. 

After spending all that time acting like he did. 

You wear your emotions all over your face and Joel realizes it quickly. He rests his hand on your knee, a gentle gesture that makes your heart rate increase by a thousand. 

“You made me feel like shit for months,” You admit, trying to hold your composure, “I’ve felt like an idiot since the moment Ellie walked in that morning. You made me feel that way, Joel. You made me feel stupid. And here I am, all this time later, and I still feel fucking dumb. Maybe even dumber now, since I just let you fuck me again.”

His hand travels up to cup your cheek. You felt like crying, but you knew that it wouldn’t do you any good. 

“I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, darlin’,” He confesses, “I am sorry for everythin’.”

You felt like you were being manipulated. You always had a terrible time figuring out what a genuine apology looked like. You were used to being exploited and having your heart ripped out and stomped on. 

You turn away from his hand, looking out the back sliding glass door. The rain is coming down, pitter pattering on the tin roof over your head. You see lightning go across the sky, hearing the loud crack of thunder seconds later. 

You pondered if you should just run in the other direction. Away from Joel, away from the emotions and memories that were being sludged up from the deepest pits of your brain. 

“When I grabbed you earlier, you had this horrified look on your face…” Joel starts, bringing your attention back, “It was a face ‘d seen more than a few times. That look of disbelief and fear.”

You just let him continue, not looking him the eyes.

“I never wanna to make you feel that way,” He admits, “I never wanna scare you or hurt you. I knew in that moment, I was using that pent up anger at myself towards you.I just… I spent so much time tryin’ to find ways to keep you away from me because I don’t wanna disappoint you or hold you back.”

You finally look back up at him. 

“I am sick of findin’ ways to keep you away. I like havin’ you around.”

You want to believe him so badly. 

“I like having you around, too, Joel. I just…” You stammer, “I just need a bit, okay?”

He bows his head, “Yeah, ‘course. Why don’t you get some sleep? I’ll take watch and wait for the rain to let up.”

You take up his offer, stalking off to the nearby bedroom. You just wanted space, a moment of peace and quiet. Your body was still recovering from the greatest orgasms of your life, now your mind is littered with a million emotions you didn’t know how to muddle through. Once you lay down on the old bed, you realize that sleep would probably bring you back to life a bit. You close your eyes, letting your mind ease out of the chaos of reality. 

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When you wake up, you don’t hear anymore rain. You only hear the crackling of the fireplace. You don’t know how long you’ve been sleeping, which sends you into a slight panic. You waltz out into the living room, seeing Joel lounging on the couch you defiled and reading. It was a random novel, probably from the large bookcase in the hallway. 

“We good to head back?” You question.

“Yeah, let’s get home ‘fore they send out a search party.”

You watch him stretch his shoulders as he stands, his jaw clenched in an unrelaxed way. His hair is messy and standing in different directions from the way he was laying. It makes you smile. 

“Hey Joel,” You say, walking closer to him, “When we get back to Jackson, would you want to go out to dinner or something?”

His gaze softens. You were really trying, he could tell. 

Your rested mind decided it was time to just jump head first. 

If Joel was being honest with his intentions, maybe it was time for you to be honest with yourself, too. 

“I’d like that, sweetheart.”

“It’s a date, then.”

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[luv-gukkie]

cherry | 𖦊 : three

pairing: yandere! jimin x f. reader, yandere! jungkook x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: you’re the cherry on top of everything. the little girl in front of your parents; the gooody two-shoes of your family, friends, and everyone who knows you. so when you’re staring at the two bright, red lines on the pregnancy test. you know you’re fucked, you really do. especially when there’s not only one man, but seven.

word count: +1.4k

tags/warnings: unprotected sex (this is fiction, don't be silly), creampie, squirting, manipulation sex, mention of namjoon, mention of taehyung, public sex? (in a amusement park), soft sex, rough sex, size difference, jimin cares for reader (a lot :]), strawberries with whip cream is kinda sexualized…(sorry fresas), jungkook’s possessive> and wants to do EVERYTHING for the reader

notes: i don’t know why, but this jungkook, has me feeling some type of way. im imagining his black t-shirt that display his tattoos and pretty, long hair. i CANT get it out of my head :,). i love jimin’s part with the churros. he’s too cute. who else likes churros?

tag list: @bananamochidaisy @mageprincess7

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"i'm going out with my friends to go to a carnival," your pointer finger traced his arm filled with beautiful tattoos. ignoring his intense stare. "i heard there's gonna be fireworks!" you squeal, hoping that you've gotten out of jungkook's grasp. but he doesn't let go, "if you wanted to see fireworks so bad, pretty baby, you should've just told me. i'd buy them for you to see, wanna do that?" your hand drops onto the white shirt you borrowed from namjoon last night. you can still smell the thick cologne, some of it rubbing against you. too bad he left so early in the morning with a small wink in your direction. "but i really want to go with my friends." your eyes have the temptation to roll, but you'd be in bigger trouble if you did.

his clinginess reminds you of taehyung, who, with no doubt, has filled your phone with messages so early in the morning. "we can buy you something nice beforehand?" jungkook hopes you like that enough to stay with him. his thumb starts to rub your cheek, noticing you eyeing the velvet fruits. "and buy some strawberries with whatever toppings you want. how does that sound?" you can feel yourself boiling in the inside at the fact he doesn't give up. you beg yourself not to yell because you know he won't take you seriously, or he'll make you regret it. "tomorrow?" you ask, your legs spreading apart just a bit for him to direct his sight to your panties. shirt sliding up your thighs. "pretty please, kookie." jungkook has a light blush on his cheeks, the sweatpants he's wearing not doing anything to hide his growing hard-on. his eyes look up at you, asking permission, in which you nod. both your eyes hooded with lust. his fingers pinch one of the strawberries, messing the whip cream around your mouth before thrusting it to the back of your throat. his fingers reaching far deep into your mouth causing saliva to drip down the sides of your lips. jungkook's doe eyes shining at the wet spot as he releases himself from his slacks. moving your panties to the side, he moves his dick across the slit of your damp cunt. jungkook pushed his cock through your tight hole, groaning at how your walls rejected his entrance. your legs quivered as the feeling, head digging into his neck. tears at the edge of your eyes from the painful intrusion; he's always been too big to handle. his tattooed hands bringing your face closer to his by pulling your hair. he breathed on your lips as he muttered, "we'll go tomorrow." before pecking your lips and pulling out only to slam back in with full force.

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"ugh." you stared at yourself in the mirror, watching the limp you had when you walked. maybe you shouldn't had convinced jungkook using that way. but at least it worked. luckily, your friends were still going to the carnival so you invited jimin, a 'friend'. you'd meet up with everyone there, including jimin. he had wanted to take you in his car, have a small dinner before going but you told him it would be more fun to see each other at the carnival. he didn't like the idea, but accepted when you told him you would give him a special surprise.

when you arrived at the carnival, jimin was standing by himself. hand in his phone, and two corn dogs in the other. you hugged him by behind, smile on your face as jimin giggled. "you look so pretty!" jimin pecked you all over your face, hands smothering in your hair. he grinned in the inside at the necklace you were wearing: a small gold dove that he gave you. "my friends will be here soon, let's finish these corn dogs jiminie." hands together, a corn dog in the other with huge smiles on your faces as you planned what rides you'll both go on.

you all went on every ride in the carnival. olivia was basically green from the roller coasters she went on. nolan had his eyes shut close every time you guys were at the top or edge. all jimin did was tighten his hold on your hand, pearls out for show. his eyes looking at you from the side, enjoying the view he got. your hair flying all over the place, happy yells escaping your mouth. jimin couldn't believe he got a chance to be with you. but he saw the way nolan eyed you too. his cheeks flushed when you spared him the tiniest bit of affection towards him. it had jimin rolling his eyes in annoyance, the urge to color his face a shade of purple and blues.

the crowd was larger than when you guys arrived, people pushing and shoving. you yelped when you accidentally tripped on someone's foot. jimin was quick to save you from the embarrassment of falling in a public place and having bloody knees. "be careful sweet cheeks." he playfully said, not letting go though. still worried you might fall and get hurt. "thank you," your hands covering your face, hoping to cool down your burning face. when you looked around, none of your friends were in sight. a pout on your lips, "we lost them, didn't we?" jimin nodded his head, an idea popping in his head. taking you by the arm, he dragged you to a churro stand on the other side of the walkway. it was practically empty, a few people here and there.

your eyes distracted by all the options of churros, you failed to notice how jimin stared you down. a heat surging through his body at the skirt you wore. it wrapped around your body too perfectly, giving the perfect amount of skin to have him want more. soon enough, both of you were munching on strawberry filled churros and chocolate covered churros. you sneaked into a higher ground with jimin trailing behind you, "i never knew you did things like this," he muttered with a smirk on his face. "it's too get a good look at the fireworks, you know they start soon?" he laughed at your sassy tone, pulling you into his lap and kissing the sugar away from your pink lips. jimin stuck his tongue down your throat, fingers softly pulling your hair to your back. soothing his hands down your back until they reached your ass, where he snuck them into. you whined in the kiss, his mouth sucking your bottom lip. jimin slipped you out of your panties, leaving open kisses down your neck and collarbone. you tugged his pants and boxers off, his tip glistening with his pre-cum. jimin grabs you hips gently, slowly sliding you onto him and waiting for a while before starting a fast pace. he dug his face onto your covered breasts, soft groans escaping his lips each time he felt your wet walls clenching around him.

your walls began to spasm around him, reaching closer to your high. you whined into his ear, head hiding in his neck as he pushed upwards into you. a breathy moan emerging from his throat at his release, cumming inside you. a grin on his face when he eyes the sticky mess falling on your inner thighs and down his cock. jimin hugs you tightly as he makes you lay down next to me, dick still inside of you. "i love y—" jimin's voice gets interrupted by the loud, colorful explosions in the night sky. you giggle, "jiminie, look at the fireworks!"

but he can't look at the fireworks, not when he sees a purple bruise on your lower collarbone, purposely hidden by your clothes. one he didn't leave.

[decemebercircus]

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Don't Blame Me, Love made me Crazy (if it Doesn't You ain't Doing it Right)

Based on Tumblr posts by Ventique18 concerning Malleus and a father's day joke.

I am a bit late but here is the promised fanfiction of Malleus's response.

First of as much as I like Malleus's character I'm not ( in my personal opinion) very good at writing him. However I decided to wing it since I said I was gonna do this story anyway.

Credit to @ventique18 on Tumblr ( I forgot your AO3 name I apologize).

Malleus x Yuusona even though I'm no good at those type stories.

Likewise chapter 1 of this fic is short and has no NSFW content. But chapter 2 will have sexual content so be warned.

Inspired by: Father's Day tease by Ventique18

Alternative Response here

STORY:

"Good morning Tsunotaro... Happy Father's Day!" Andromeda smiled at him. Her cinnamon brown skin, especially her hands, looked like it had golden glitter on it. Today she was wearing her birthday gift from last year: a dark indigo dress with bishop sleeves and a asymmetrical mermaid style skirt that trailed on the floor. The rounded, puffy cowl layer at the waist also had the pale green vine detail. She sat on a chair and made herself comfortable.

He paused as if mentally saying "MalleusDraconia.exe has stopped working due to an error. Would you like to restart?"

It was a meaningless joke, even given they were in an intimate relationship. But they loved each other enough to appreciate each other's efforts to be ~~shameless~~ a playful tease. She was about to drop her punchline, when she was stopped by his astonished face.

Correction: astonished face decorated with a single tear down his cheek.

"oh-- No, I-- I didn't intend for you to tear up-- It's--only" she started.

Malleus knelt in front of her clasping her hands: "Are you pregnant?"

'Ah fuck…'

She began chuckling awkwardly: "Haha, Now listen, I--"

"That's good! I'm not alone in the world anymore. Though I have my grandmother, there has always been a nagging emptiness inside me that I could not fill."

Well, that was heavy. Panic welled in her chest. She felt completely torn, so much, she was sure she had a headache. Because she was, in fact, not pregnant.

"Perhaps it's simply overcompensating for being orphaned, but I've always wished for a family of my own. Wished, and despaired. Despaired that no one in this world would actually want to be with me." He continued.

"Umm. Tsu- Tsunotaro," she blushed. Now that he poured out his feelings she felt the joke was cruel.

"But now, you're here with me. I would have been content with just you and me."

"Oh But you..! Today You're telling me... A product of our love..." He carried on over her comment.

"Funny story about that, Malleus…." She tried again.

'Finally... Another blessing in my wretched life…' he nestled against her breast quite comfortably and she sweatdropped.

"-alleus!"

"Malleus!"

Alarmed at the concern in her tone he snapped out of his reverie.

"Ah!? Yes, what is it?" He startled, then collected himself.

" I've been trying to get your attention for ten minutes, I'm surprised you zoned out so quickly," she said, pushing a a lock of her curly black mane of hair off her shoulder.

"Tsunotaro... Darling... Love of my life..." She started nervously.

"Yes? Is there something you want? You may have it of course, anything for you and the child's happiness," he responded without batting an eyelash.

She startled. "I'm. Not. actually w-with child," she breathed and he hugged her tighter before letting her go. She blinked tearfully at his disappointed expression.

He dried her eyes. Not many tears had fallen but she had gotten worked up wondering how he'd react.

Gulping silently she tried to put the conversation on a lighter note.

"But! but–! You know my Roar Roar Drago? The one we bought and paired as your Tamagotchi's wife?" She grabbed her tamagotchi off her desk.

He inclined his head to show he still heard her. "Um, it just so happens that she's pregnant, even though I am not."

His expression was oddly neutral as if trying to settle an emotion to be for the rest of the day and coming up empty. She laughed nervously. "Sorry for getting your hopes up, I'm really bad at jokes you know…."

The heavy silence was only broken by the beeping of their duo Roar Roar Dragos asking to be fed.

Finally Malleus had a response.

"Ah I see it was one of your jokes." He commented and she went rigid.

"Y-yup one of my poor jokes that aren't actually funny, you're welcome to get even as you see fit," she rambled as she fidgeted with her engagement ring.

Malleus had an unnatural momentary glint in his eyes. "Indeed. I shall think about my response," he said smoothly.

"Well…There aren't any clouds in the sky…" she noted looking out the window. "I'd say that went over pretty well,"

Endnotes:

Andromeda [formerly known as Redacted]

She shares her height with Azul and Cater (176 cm)

Her concept is a conglomeration of Vanessa (both 1959 Little Mermaid and 2023 Live-Action adaptation), Belle (Beauty and the Beast), Tiana (Princess and the Frog)

I was gonna put Andromeda in a recolor version of Maleanor Draconia's dress.

(I hate that I fucking struggled to spell that. And TwstEN added more letters….) But I looked again at ALL the details of the silver parts and quit.

I still did the dress, just… budget version.

Before you go!

The fic is also available on Ao3 under my pseudo name YourGildedCage, similar to one of my Tumblr alternate accounts. That way the fic can be downloaded if desired (when it's complete of course).

The link is here:

Chapter 2 will be up soon!

[cosmicstarlatte]

Levi A-Z Smut HCs (Obey Me!)

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18+ only, minors do not interact.

My personal headcanons using this [prompt list]

The goal is to finish the whole list; you are welcome to request a letter so I get to it faster. I will work on it as quick as I can but keep in mind I do have a life & responsibilities lol. ^^

Last Updated: Oct.1.2023 (9 out of 26)

⚠️Notes: I'll tag any sections if needed. If you think a section needs a tag, kindly let me know.

A: Affair (Describe an extra-marital affair)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dry Humping (Describe a dry-humping scene)

tags: punishment, humiliation Every once in a while you need to punish him, either he spent way too much on otaku merch or he's been missing classes too much, whatever. You'll usually sit on him & tease him as he tries to play on his PC. He knows what you're doing & he begs to feel you, please he'll 'do better' he says. Unfortunately for him his poor cock won't get that sweet relief exactly. he can beg & whine all he wants & rub desperately against you but he's still gonna have to cum in his pants.

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

It was clumsy & cute. The poor otaku was so nervous, he couldn't believe he could bag such a baddie. Someway somehow even with the nervousness he still felt calm with you, if that makes any sense. He was more worried about you than him & he just wanted to make you feel good. especially when he came rather quickly before the 1st round. Anyway, the nerd is packin' & those hands & tongue work skillfully. ...You definitely went a few good rounds into the night & left each other a mess before finally taking a sweet bath together. After, you guys cuddled under a warm blanket & watched a lighthearted anime. ♡

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

tags: Possessive, Love bites/Marking, Scenting Sweetie, he's the avatar of envy. When it's extreme, there's no hiding it, he gives in. That sweet shy nervous otaku? Gone. He's bringing & giving grand admiral energy, he's giving 'one of the powerful lords of hell.' Sure he could summon Lotan or use something else if he wants to, but all he really needs is to say "Go away" in a icy cold voice & glare that makes thousands of soldiers shiver. You almost feel sorry for any bastard that tries to make him jealous. Even after they leave though, he wants nothing more but to mark you with visible love bites & rub his scent all over you. He made it easily known to his brothers to not touch what's his.

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

It happens frequently hehe. You tend to stay over a lot to watch a marathon or play games. Levi's libido is strong, he's always down to fuck in the morning, it brightens his spirit. Watching you take his cock & filling you up right before school is the perfect way to start the day. It's especially motivating when he knows you walk around the entire day with his cum between your legs, he cant wait to come home & fuck you again. (If he can wait that long)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming--who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

You know what I'm not gonna lie, I think he'd be just a tad disappointed at first. Of course he reminds himself a lot of porn is fake anyway & then he really tunes in to the small delicious sounds you do reveal. The faces you make. The little bits you let him hear are still so very fucking hot & sexy. He's the one making you sound like that either way~

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

Ah...Levi is easy. He's not very good at hiding it. A flushed face and a small sheen of sweat to him. He gets a little extra irritable as well. The biggest sign is the tent in his pants when he's around you. Sorry, but he doesn't hide it very well, it's obvious when he looks like he's trying to hide something when he tries to cover up down there. (I wonder if he does it on purpose?)

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

Do you realize what you've done? The first time you sent him a video, he got instantly hard & couldnt stop cumming to that video. Unfortunately for him he kept getting hard any time he thought about it that week, it was embarrassing walking around with a constant erection. His first few videos in response were a little clumsy, but it turned you on. He was a loud moaner & he loved to whimper. Little whiney pants when he was getting close always did it for you. He made sure to take better video, especially audio when he learned you really loved his moans. ♡

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

tags: overstimulation The only thing on his mind is getting you off the entire night until you're crying & begging him to stop. Until you're drained. He knows it's about the two of you celebrating but...you're his life partner now! He's so grateful you chose him out of everyone. Please let him worship you tonight, lay back & let him handle it. He promises he's enjoying this as much as you are. Promise.

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

tags: double dicks, creepy!pervy!levi I'm not going to lie to y'all, Levi's a freak. (Okay we knew this) He watches all kinds of porn, both real & hentai. I'd say it's nearly an every day thing, it's hard taking care of two monster cocks & he needs to empty his balls. His favorite? POV hentai vids. Especially ones that look like you... Perhaps he has a few commissioned hentais where they look like the two of you...

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

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Petrichor [19]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader (little bit of fwb)

Words: 12,542

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, angst, blood, mention of abuse, mention of manipulation, mentions of death, mentions of canon characters deaths, mentions of drug use

Summary: ❝Pylades: I’ll take care of you. Orestes: It’s rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.❞

Gotham is home, not just for Jason but for you, too. And now that you’re both finally back home, together, you’re ready to see where this next chapter brings the two of you. He’s your best friend and you’re his. And you both might want a little something more with being back home, the place you both feel most comfortable. Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong now.

A/N: We're almost done with season 3 and I am so excited!! You're all gonna hate me later lmao (again happy ending, promise) I have so many plans lol You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary  and turn on notifications if you prefer that!! I love feedback, I swear it keeps me posting on a weekly basis 😭

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You, Gar, and Rachel are sitting around the Lazurus Pit. Rachel has just finished giving Gar a pep talk about how she's able to do what she does out of love. Gar has been feeling a little bit like a letdown, unable to transform into different animals on command like he can as a tiger. The only times it's happened is when he's terrified, as if there's a block of fear in his head keeping him from transforming into anything else. You stay silent. You don't think Rachel is wrong. Gar could definitely change into other animals beyond being scared and maybe the answer is the love he has for all of the Titans and the love everyone has for him because everyone believes him. But, you're still stuck in your head wondering if that's always enough.

Right now, love doesn't seem like the thing that heals all wounds and makes everything better. It wasn't enough to keep Jason safe. It wasn't enough to keep him out of Crane's grasp. It wasn't enough to get Bruce to kill the Joker before he had his chance. It wasn't enough to bring Jason home. It wasn't enough for Rachel to bring Donna back. It wasn't enough for Sam to bring Jason back. It wasn't enough to keep the Titans at the tower. There have been so many things, especially lately, where it's just not been enough. Sometimes it's not enough so instead of being pessimistic about it, you stay quiet, looking at the pit and hoping it spits Dick out.

"You're quiet." Gar states, moving his attention to you.

"Oh, yeah." You shake your head, glancing back at him. "Just...waiting." You look back at Rachel. There's no guarantee this is going to work. You need another plan if it doesn't. You need another plan if it takes too long. "Do you think you could find the other Titans? Like...at some point tonight?"

"Yeah." Rachel nods her head. "I can feel their energy, too." Rachel's voice is soft.

"Well, that's good at least. Kory will know what to do." You let out a sigh, moving your stare back to the Pit.

"You don't think this is gonna work, do you?" Rachel asks.

"I don't know." You shrug. "I'm just trying to think ahead in case it doesn't or in case it takes a while. I mean, for all we know it takes a few days." You state just as the put starts bubbling. "Or...a few hours." You mutter as the three of you get to your feet, looking into the pit just as Dick's fist punches through the surface and he emerges from the thick and glowing liquid.

Dick starts to swim to the edge while you and Gar quickly meet him there to help pull him out. You both grab his arms, pulling at him until he's out of the pit and leaning back on his hands. He coughs up water just as Rachel kneels down beside him, you and Gar getting back to your feet. You and Gar exchange a look of disbelief as hope has the courage to start to fill your chests.

"Dick?" Rachel asks.

Dick manages to look at her, furrowing his brows in confusion before he falls back onto his back and passes out. Rachel looks back to Gar and you, as if one of you will know what just happened.

"What do we do?" Rachel asks.

"Is he breathing?" Gar asks with hesitance.

The three of you see Dick's chest rising and falling. This whole thing has been weird and it almost seemed like he drowned. Is there supposed to be more to do this? Or is he supposed to just...sleep off the effects and then he's just alive again? The three of you are completely confused by the entire situation.

"Yes." Rachel states.

"I guess we wait some more?" You question. "He's breathing so that's better than the alternative." You shrug your shoulders, wishing you would have pressed Jason to get some answers from Crane about him coming back.

But then Dick snaps back out of it, gasping himself awake as he shoots up. You and Gar both jump back slightly at the sudden movement and sound as if Dick is jumpscare in a bad horror movie.

"Rachel?" Dick gasps for breath, looking more confused than ever. "Gar?" Dick rushes, getting onto one knee. "Y/n?" Dick questions looking to you.

The last thing he remembers to be real is you and Jason kneeling above him, looking lost and panicked. Then there was everything in the pit which only leaves him with far more questions than answers, none of which he has time to get answers to right now. The Pit told him everything he needs to know to take down Crane. That's all that can matter right now if you're all going to save Gotham. He can deal with the rest later.

"It's okay now. You're safe." Rachel assures him. "Let us help you."

"Are you...alright?" Gar asks with worry.

"Yeah, dude. You like...died." You state with the scrunch of your nose, earning a light nudge from Gar.

"What...what happened down there?" Gar asks.

Dick breathes heavily, catching his breath and then completely avoids the question. "Crane can be stopped." Dick states, running a hand through his hair. "There's still time." Dick rushes, getting to his feet.

Dick starts to walk towards the exit as Rachel gets to her feet. He cannot possibly be serious. He just died and drowned and now he's just...going to stop Crane. Suddenly he has all the answers and he's going to go off on his own? He can barely even catch his breath.

"Wait. Dick, man, you need to rest." Gar rushes after him, the three of you right on Dick's heels.

Dick turns around, barely facing the three of them. "Anton and First Street. There's an abandoned control room. Find Conner. Make sure he's okay. Unite the Titans." Dick states in a hurry. "Y/n, with me, let's go." Dick rushes before he turns on his heels and starts darting down the hallway.

"Unite the Titans where?" Rachel calls after him.

"Take them to Donna." Dick states, not slowing down or stopping as he makes his way down the tunnel.

The three of you look between each other in confusion, trying to grasp any sort of explanation to no avail. Donna is supposed to be dead, according to Rachel. And he was in a Pit?

Dick calls your name from down the hall, his voice echoing over the bricks.

You shrug at the two of them. "Uh...alright. Good luck with that, I guess? I'll make sure he's not fucking insane." You state quickly, spinning on your heels before you jog down the hall to catch up to Dick.

You catch up to Dick who is walking a steady and quick pace, his head clearly thinking a hundred steps ahead. You eye him as you match his pace, walking right beside him. He just died? And then came back to life? There is no way in hell this man is just...fine with that. Of course, there are a lot of other things you all need to focus on, especially with him somehow knowing Crane can be stopped. There are more pressing matters than Dick's mental state at this exact point in time but that doesn't bring you any type of ease.

No one should die and then just be fine.

Jason sure as shit isn't. So, Dick can't be either.

Sam follows Dick out of the building, keeping up with him.

"We're going to meet Jason." Dick states flatly once the two of you exit the building.

"We're gonna what now?" You question, shaking your head. "And how do you expect we even find him?"

"He'll be here." Dick states, a confidence that should be reassuring consumes his voice.

How is he so sure about everything all of a sudden? The Lazarus Pit brings people back, and heals them, but...it can't possibly predict the future right? But, Dick also just said Donna is alive which means...if that's actually true the pit brings more than life back to someone. It brings some sort of clarity for things they otherwise shouldn't know. But if he's wrong that just means it's made him crazy which also means the pit did have some sort of lasting effect on Jason, too. This can't be good.

"How do you even know that?" You question, trying to figure out what is actually going on. If anything, he needs to slow down.

"He'll always go back to where it happened." Dick states.

What?

Your face scrunches in both annoyance and more confusion. You did this round-and-round question game with Jason, you're not doing it with Dick. He wants you to go and find Jason so damn bad, he can give you some clarity, too.

"What the shit with Donna being alive? How the fuck do you even know that?" You almost demand instead of asking.

"I just do." Dick says simply.

"That's not reassuring whatsoever." You mutter with more annoyance.

Dick glances down to you, seeing you grow frustrated. "The pit..." Dick says.

"Yeah, no I figured that out but you're not exactly giving out details here." You roll your eyes before you grab his arm to bring him to a stop. "Dude, seriously, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Come on, we can't waste—" Dick starts as he continues walking.

"No, fuck that shit!" You yell, keeping up with him again. "You know, you batboys do that shit all the time. You guys say you're fine when you're not. You literally just fucking died, Dick. You can't just be fine after that. And you know if the three of you would just fucking talk about how not fine all of you are, we probably wouldn't be in this mess to begin with, right? Like that's your guys' entire fucking problem. I hate talking about my shit, too but I'm learning the more I admit how not fine I am the easier it is and I tend to feel a little bit better about it. The three of you are just fucking annoying about it and if you really think that's not your problem, you're being willfully ignorant and we both know that's not a very Nightwing thing to be." You finish with a scoff and the shake of your head.

And maybe a large part of your frustration is that neither of them seem to think they matter. They are sacrifices. Jason always thinks the world is simply better off without him and Dick thinks he's expendable. He can be the sacrifice for the greater good. It's why he's reckless and why he goes off on his own. Jason does the exact same thing. It's fine to them if they die. But, they leave these people in the wake of their deaths with paralyzing grief. This time it wasn't permanent for either of them but what happens when it is? It shouldn't be because they were reckless and decided to sacrifice themselves because they matter to people. The people who love them and they should be considered in all of this.

Dick glances down to you as you keep your eyes straight, jaw clenched tight. Dying is traumatic but you're right. They don't talk about it. Bruce never talked about anything so Dick wouldn't talk about anything and Jason never talked about anything. Batman and Robin could never be scared and they weren't allowed to let their emotions get in the way. Emotions cause blurriness and distractions. On the field, those things get you killed. But, he's not Robin. He's not with Batman. He just died as Nightwing.

"It was a lot." Dick manages to state.

"Yeah..." You say quietly.

"You almost died. I think you know." Dick says, still partially avoiding the question.

"Yeah, it was really scary and traumatizing." You state flatly because even though you were close, you did not die. He saved you. And Jason saved you. Close doesn't count here.

"Yeah." Dick keeps his word short. "I had to face some...challenges." Dick confesses, feeling the very core of his bones ache with guilt over the brutal beating of Jason even though it wasn't real in the pit. "It's hard to explain. It was a test or something." You look at him, seeing the look of distance and remorse dissolve over his face and you don't need to ask what kind of tests. "I understand Jason a little more now, him as Red Hood." Dick lets out a breath. "But I can't focus on what happened if we're going to stop Crane. "

You nod softly. "Right, yeah, got it." You let out a breath. "Your ability to compartmentalize is really something else but you should really deal with it after instead pushing it off." You say quietly, earning a glance from Dick. "Something else will always come up, you're Nightwing. You're a Titan. I'm just saying, look where we stand today like maybe it would have been different if things weren't always compartmentalized. Maybe you need to feel it sometimes."

The words almost catch you off guard. You've been running from your own pain for so long that you think that's your biggest issue. You run and it hurts you and the people that care about you. It's easier to not feel any of it but it makes being a person harder. There is blood on your hands and a part of you wonders if you had just let yourself grieve, maybe there wouldn't be. Maybe most of what happened between you and Jason after wouldn't have happened because you would have grieved. You would have felt all of it. Maybe had you stuck around after your mom died, let yourself just feel it, you wouldn't have ended up with Jerry. Maybe allowing the pain to bleed a little is how people heal from it. Let it scab over and let it mend itself over time with care and attention.

"Are you okay?" Dick asks. "You were there. You found Jason, you were there with Tim. This is a lot for you, too."

"Yeah..." You let out a sigh. "Like...I-I-I don't know. You're like this weird...weird brother I-I never really wanted or asked for and then you died. And that's just...I don't know. I fuck with you but I respect you and ya know?" You look up with honest eyes. "Kind of would suck a lot if you died permanently. You're like good at this and you're important to the Titans." You roll your shoulder, pulling in a heavy breath. "And to me." You mutter so quietly Dick nearly misses it.

"Thank you." Dick says. "I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me." There's the smallest touch of sarcasm in his voice.

You manage to crack a smile. "Eh, don't get used to it, Dickolas. It's cause you died. Gotta be nice to you for at least an hour." Dick shakes his head but you see the subtle hint of a smile on his face. "Why are we going to find Jason anyway?"

"He'll know how to take out Crane and we need him on the inside. He wouldn't tell Crane he's against him, would he?" Dick asks.

"Doubt it." You scoff. "Jason is smart, methodical. He still wants Crane dead for what he did to me so he's not gonna let Crane think they're on different sides just so he can have the upper hand."

"Good. We find Jason and bring him with us. I have a plan." Dick states with urgency but offers no further explanation.

"Yeah...okay. So, uh, where do I come in? The mediator, still?" You almost laugh at the idea. 

"No. You said Jason wanted to talk, let's talk. You're here because I need you with Jason."

While the idea of them talking is definitely enticing, you aren't completely convinced. Jason didn't pull the trigger this time but it is his fault Dick died. And given how Jason has been about Bruce who wasn't even in Gotham when Jason was killed, you can't help but feel a bit uneasy with Dick wanting to find Jason so soon after surviving the Pit. 

"And how do we know you're not gonna kill Jason? I mean, don't get me wrong, I don't want you to kill him and I'd fight like hell to make sure you don't. But...he did kind of just get you killed so you can see why I'm a little confused about you're kind of change of heart, I guess." You explain, eyeing him from the corner of your eye. 

"You'll just have to trust me. I never wanted him dead. He was just giving us no choice." There's something almost sad that trickles into his voice while his expression gives nothing away. 

"There's always a choice, Dick." You say quietly. "You can't say there isn't a choice when you yelled at me for killing and you're mad at Jason for killing. And you preached about how we can't be judge, jury, and executioner. There is a choice."

"Jason was going to kill all of us." Dick defends his stance, not acknowledging the hypocrisy of it all.

"So? And the ones we want dead will keep trying to kill other people. Or worse. Just because we, specifically, aren't their targets doesn't mean they get a pass. The innocent people that are their targets deserve the same amount of care and protection that we offer each other." You pull in a breath, feeling Dick move his stare to you. "We clearly didn't have to kill him, is my point."

This is the most Dick has gotten out about your motive. It's more than it being about the kids left behind. It's the bigger picture. That there is a choice and sometimes it's a bad choice and a hard choice but one that means, in your head, protecting the greater good in the same way Dick wants to protect the Titans. It doesn't mean he agrees with you, but he does see your point of view for once.

"Do you disagree with going after Jason?"

"No." You answer plainly. "I'm just incredibly loyal to him. If it were anyone else, they'd be dead. And I understand that's a bit hypocritical given what I just said. That's why circumstances and background are important when making the decision to kill someone." You shake your head. "I know him. I know him being a cold-blooded killer isn't him. Background matters."

"You're right it does. I do not want him dead." Dick offers a sincere nod towards you before it falls silent between you.

You finally reach the spot from last night where Dick was killed. Dick finds the Red Hood helmet, picks it up and takes it along with him. There's a puddle of blood still on the pavement that makes your stomach twist. It's as if blood stains everything it touches.

You're still unconvinced Jason will be here like Dick says. He's not psychic all of a sudden. But, you stay with him anyway, hoping you run into Jason and of course, you do. Somehow, Dick is right about this. Jason is yelling that Red Hood is back as he fires a gun into the air.

"Jason...it's okay." Dick calls, getting Jason's attention as he spins around quickly. His face is still covered in blood and cuts from the fight the night before. His eyes nearly bug out of his head, this can't be right. "It's me."

He knows the three of you took Dick to the Pit but there is a part of him that still can't believe it worked. Watching the life literally leave someone's body only for them to be alive the following day, that's more than unsettling. It feels wrong. It's the same wrong feeling Jason gets any time he gets a moment of silence and can hear his own heartbeat in his ears. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

But he is relieved to see Dick walking and alive. The feeling of it being wrong, is just the echo in his own bones. Dick should be the one alive. If the Pit were to work on anyone and offer someone a second chance, it should be Dick.

"It worked?" Jason questions, almost losing the breath from his lungs with the words. His eyes land on you as if you're the only one who can confirm if this is real or not.

You nod once. "Yeah, it did."

"You knew?" Dick asks.

Jason nods. "Rachel said that's where Gar was taking you." Jason explains as his eyes start to grow glassy, the guilt thundering through his bones once more.

"We don't have much time. I need your help." Dick cuts the conversation short, knowing they can't discuss this now but he's getting the idea maybe Jason did just want to talk. He looks hurt and relieved to see him and you.

You, on the other hand, are still uneasy. Dick isn't giving you any indication that this is going to go sideways but you feel yourself grip a knife from your belt anyway. This can't go sideways again. You all working on different teams has not helped fight Crane but working together should. Crane, at the very least, won't see it coming. You just don't want to see anyone else close to you die again.

"You want me to help you?" Jason asks, stretching his arms out at his sides in disbelief. He can't help. Not after what he's become. "I'm a fucking murderer."

"You know how Crane is operating. You know how he thinks." Dick starts. "He needs to be stopped or a lot more people are gonna die." Dick pauses for just a second. "You want redemption?" Dick asks as Jason hangs his head. "Do you?" Dick asks more firmly this time. "This is the first step."

Of course he wants redemption for the harm he's caused but his methods now do not align with Dick's. He's almost gotten them killed and he did kill Hank. He betrayed them. How is he supposed to go back now and help? After everything? After what he's become? It sounds hopeless and he almost lets his pity get the best of him until his eyes meet yours.

"We need your help, Jay." You plead with him.

Jason shakes his head. "You can't stop him." Jason answers with defeat rather than snark. He genuinely believes Gotham is lost to Crane. "He's got everything. The police, the Batcave. He's gonna take the whole fucking city down!"

"How?" Dick asks more in a way that sounds like a demand.

"You think I know?" Jason scoffs. "He doesn't tell me shit."

"Jay? You have to know something. You've been with him this entire time and you wanted to talk to Dick last night. You know something." You urge, practically begging him to just say something.

He told you once that he remembers everything. Crane slipped somewhere and all Jason has to do is remember. Think of whatever the hell Crane said that might be a clue.

Jason hangs his head as tears start to come to his eyes. "It was all crazy shit." Jason pauses for a second. "Like waves of anger and fear. The bright and darkened lands of the Earth. Something about an attack you and Bruce stopped a long time ago." Jason states, looking at Dick with confusion knowing Bruce never told him.

"Years ago, Crane sent a poem to Jim Gordon with clues about an attack on Gotham. A chain of explosives to release his fear toxin. We stopped him before he had the chance to set it off. Bruce took Crane's weapons and put them in the Gotham Armory to study them."

"And Crane's in the Batcave." Jason finishes. "So, he knows where those weapons are."

"And so do we now." Dick states as he extends Jason's helmet out to him. "We need to go."

Jason puts the pistol back in the holster on his leg. "So, I'm a Titan again?" Jason asks.

"No, you'll never be a Titan again." Dick states before he closes the distance between them, offering his helmet. "But, you can help us save Gotham."

Jason eyes the helmet as the feeling of being lost hits him like a ton of bricks. He never really fit in being a Titan anyway but...something about the confirmation that even if he were to change back to who he was before, it's over, really hits him. It's something he can't come back from. That part of his life, Robin, is gone. It's lost to the darkness. The Joker took it from him. Crane took it from him. The one thing he thought made him who he is, is shattered with so many of his hopes. It's lost and gone and Jason can't help but feel alone and lost now.

But, feeling that way got him here in the first place so he takes the helmet from Dick.

"How do I know you're not going to kill me?" Jason asks.

"Because now I know what it's like to die." Dick answers harshly.

Jason's eyes glance to you and then back to the helmet in his hands. It's more guilt. It's always guilt that comes back like the bladed boomerang. Jason knows firsthand what it's like to die, too and that didn't stop him. That was never a reason for him to stop. It doesn't matter that he was drugged and manipulated because, to Jason, Dick's reason should have been enough. It doesn't matter that the drug removed his guilt and his fear and the feeling of being haunted and stalked by something dark and twisted. He should have known better and he put death on Hank anyway. He lead Dick to getting killed.

He should have known better than to go after the people who actually cared about him. He knows what it's like to die and Dick does, too. To Jason, that should give Dick enough reason to kill him and yet...he doesn't and he seems sincere.

"Fine." Jason agrees reluctantly. "How can I help?" Jason asks letting out a steady breath as he nods his head.

"Come on. I've got a car around the block. We're going to break into the vault." Dick says casually as he starts walking past Jason.

Jason looks at you before you roll your eyes, trailing after Dick, Jason falling in line with you. The two of you follow Dick to the car he, for some reason, just has. You and Jason can only assume it's from last night. He had to get to Jason some way. Jason takes the passenger seat while you sit in the back, sitting right in the middle. Dick starts the drive while Jason is stuck in the car with his brother. This is not the ideal situation.

"Do you want to explain any of this?" Dick asks after a few minutes of silence. "How we got here?"

"Not really." Jason quips back with frustration looking out the window. He's not even entirely sure where to start. It all feels like this started so long ago and maybe in a way it did. Maybe it started that day he stole the hubcaps. Maybe he should have listened to Dick and you about Bruce. "After fucking everything, I just can't believe Bruce couldn't fucking kill the Joker." Jason lets out a scoff. "He fucking beat me to death with a fucking crowbar and Bruce just...fucks off somewhere." Jason scoffs again, barely able to hide the crack in his voice.

The car falls dead silent as Dick glances in the rearview mirror at you before you lean forward in between the boys. You and Dick are on the verge of exploding. This really cannot be Jason's entire motive. How the hell doesn't he know? You look at Jason who's giving you a confused and annoyed expression. You look back to Dick who is clearly trying to figure out how he's supposed to burst this bubble without it leading to another fistfight.

"I got it." You state before looking to Jason. "Who exactly do you think killed the Joker?" You blink at him with your brows raised, really hoping Jason's motive is not entirely linked to this little bit of information.

Jason eyes you, looking to the side and then back at you. The look you're giving him with Dick glancing at him has him feeling like Crane may have lied to him about that, too. But, Bruce wouldn't throw his morals away, right? Not for someone like Jason. Not for Jason. Bruce didn't kill the Joker.

"Uh...Crane said it was one of the prisoners who dressed like the Bat?" Jason lets out a scoff, playing it off in hopes this conversation is not going where he thinks it's going.

You look back at Dick who looks like he might have an aneurysm. Jason has been deadset on his new form of justice which you agree with but...if he thinks Bruce didn't kill the Joker for him, maybe that's his motive. You always felt his hatred towards Dick was just some weird rivalry amplified by Crane but if Jason thought no one avenged him...maybe that's it. You almost cringe at the idea of having to burst his bubble.

"You hear it, right?" You ask Jason as you look back at him. "Like..." You pause, scrunching your nose. "Crane, inmate dressing as the Bat."

There is no fucking way Bruce actually killed someone, the Joker, for Jason.

"Did....did Bruce actually do it?" Jason huffs as if he expects you and Dick to be messing with him as some sort of cruel payback or even to get him back on the "good" side.

"Walked into my room with a bloody crowbar." Dick states.

He cannot believe of all lies for Jason to believe from Crane, he had to believe that one. Crane is a manipulative asshole who's had Jason drugged and under his thumb ever since coming back, but how does Jason actually believe this? Even though Bruce has always been completely against murder in any instance, Jason should have known it was a lie. All of Gotham knows it was actually Batman.

"He actually did it?" Jason asks but this time, there's a sense of shock and remorse in his voice.

Every single part of him should feel relieved that Bruce would do this for him. Bruce Wayne, Batman, the same guy who has preached about not being judge, jury, and executioner, killed someone for him. Bruce killed The Joker for beating Jason to death and Jason should feel relieved and thankful but instead, he just feels guilty. Maybe wanting Bruce to avenge his death was never the thing he really wanted.

"Yeah, Jay." You nod your head, your voice quiet and sad. "Fuck Bruce, but I told you he loved you."

"Fuck." Jason lets out a groan, resting his head back on the headrest. "I really fucking thought he wouldn't do it."

Jason always thought Bruce would never break that moral code. He said it would be too easy to keep going. It's always just that one and then there would be another who's just as bad. The lines would start to blur and he wouldn't be able to stop. But, Jason did think if he ever were going to break it, it would have been for Dick, not Jason. He had no idea he actually meant that much to Bruce and now Bruce up and leaving Gotham without a trace makes sense. It wasn't that Crane drove him away or some sort of hideaway until things cooled down after losing his son. It was the grief of it all. The blame Bruce has to feel, knowing he led Jason into the road of Robin.

"Was that your only motivation for this?" Dick questions, almost not wanting to know the answer.

"Of course not." Jason sneers. "But...it didn't help." Jason grits his teeth. "I don't fucking know." Jason crosses his arms, not more aggravated over the whole thing than ever.

Crane took everything from him. And Jason trusted him.

"It's okay if you're mad at him for not saving you and thinking he didn't avenge your death." You state softly. "But now you know."

"I'm not though." Jason states as he nearly cuts you off, catching you both off guard. "I'm not fucking mad at him for not saving me." Jason's voice trails off. "I...fuck it. Forget it, alright? Crane lied to me about that, too and here we are." Jason lets out a scoff as he shakes his head before turning to look out his window.

Dick always felt like Jason was the type to hold a grudge, get unreasonable mad about things beyond his control. But, in the time since the tower, he got to know him better, finding out that wasn't entirely true. Jason's statement just now proves that. It was never about Bruce not saving him or even avenging him. It was him being alone. Thrown to the side the second things started to get messy. It was always about him feeling abandoned and less than, not good enough.

And you can see that, too.

You look to Dick and for once, Dick looks worried. "Don't worry," You start, earning a look from Jason. "I'll kill Crane for you." You offer him a soft smile that almost makes Jason laugh.

"Really?" Dick questions with annoyance.

"Don't pretend like you don't want him dead." You chortle.

"Yeah, right." Jason scoffs. "He's too good for it." Jason nearly chortles with you just to mock Dick.

"Hey!" Dick challenges. "Crane is bad, he just needs to remain locked away."

"No, you want him dead." You nod your head. "He killed your brother, drove your adoptive dad away, almost killed me, killed Hank, has been actively trying to get you killed for two weeks, and turned all of Gotham against the Titans. You want him dead. I can tell."

"You got a fucking sixth sense for right now?" Jason quips, this time actually letting a laugh slip from the bottom of his lungs.

"No." You chortle. "Dick isn't as stern when he talks about not killing Crane. He always has this look about killing being wrong and he always says the same thing, he doesn't do either with Crane."

"He's just a bad person." Dick defends himself, not even wanting to humor your theory behind this.

"No shit, man." Jason huffs. "I fucking died and he probably set the whole thing up."

"So did I." Dick states back.

"Gar died, you both died, Donna died and all of you came back. We all just taking turns? Where should I stand in line?" You quip with the intention of not letting them even start an argument.

"Not funny." Jason and Dick say at the same time, making themselves grimace.

You burst into a fit of laughter. "I told you, Jay. You two--"

"Shut the fuck up." Jason hits his head on the back of the headrest, closing his eyes. The last thing he wants to hear is that him and Dick even have one similarity but his voice isn't harsh and there might even the smallest hint of a smirk on his lips.

You lean back in your seat with the shake of your head and a gentle smile. This is going to eat at him for a while but you hope Bruce will come back. Maybe after you take out Crane, Dick will be able to find him and him and Jason can go get him. Maybe Jason getting to see Bruce after all of this will ease some of his guilt. You've had talks about it. You know him being fooled into thinking Bruce didn't avenge him isn't his entire motive. Jason always felt like Bruce could do more and this is doing more. It doesn't make it easy for him or make him feel better, but you know there's always more to Jason's motives than something surface-level.

Once you get to the armory, the three of you enter with ease. There are no guards this time. There's no one even here, just the three of you which allows you to walk right up to the vault. The entire city is in a bit of chaos, using up any force that might have been here. It's not ideal for everyone else, but it is definitely beneficial to you, Jason, and Dick right about now.

You reach the vault door where Jason takes the lead, lining the door with a sort of liquid that then ignites and breaks the seals of the door, fire almost engulfing the door until it hits the floor. Jason is the first one to step inside, his gun pointed forward with a flashlight on top. You follow right behind him with your own flashlight and then Dick.

"Let's go." Dick says once he gets in front of you and Jason, leading the way to case you need.

Dick opens the case only for nothing to be inside besides a book called Collected Poems by Will Auden.

"I don't get it. There's supposed to be like two hundred ampules." Jason states with frustration. "What the fuck is that?"

Dick reaches forward and grabs the book. "Bright and darkened lands of the Earth." Dick states, looking at the book.

You and Jason look between each other and then back to Dick. Of all things for Dick to understand, a random book of poems is the thing he understands. Of course, he does.

"What are you talking about?" Jason asks.

"Crane's poem." Dick states as he opens the book, flipping to somewhere in the middle. "His war on Gotham."

Jason snatches the book back, you looking over his arm to see the page Dick opened.

"Fuck." Jason groans.

Crane's already beat you here. It has to be some sort of gloat thing he's doing, like he's already two steps ahead of you. He's been two steps ahead this whole time and his war on Gotham is now in full swing. What are you all supposed to do if you can't locate the bombs and disable them? What if Crane is already out there ready to blow up the city?

"What are we supposed to do now?" You ask, looking up to Dick.

Dick pauses for a second, looking to the empty case and then back to you and Jason. "Let's go. I have an idea." Dick says quickly before he turns and heads towards the exit.

The three of you head back to the car, taking back your seats as Dick immediately starts driving. You're watching him and you're fascinated by how quickly Dick can change directions. Not a single part of you is surprised but you are fascinated by it. He was trained by Batman. To be out there, as a vigilante, you have to know how to pivot immediately. Dick is really good at it. So, is Jason. It's something the two of them have in common. The ability to adapt to anything and everything, even when everything is covered in bloody chaos.

"One poem, multiple bombs." Dick starts. "Clues to where the bombs are are placed in the poems."

"What's the plan?" Jason asks, his stare on Dick hoping Dick does actually have some sort of backup plan.

"Find some supers and stop the bombs from going off." Dick says it almost casually as if it's something so simple and easy.

"Titans?" Jason scoffs. "What are they gonna do when they see me?"

Jason knows there is no way the Titans are going to welcome him back with open arms and trust him just because Dick and you say he's safe now. Gar might but Kory, Conner, and Rachel won't. He's been actively targeting them and he killed Hank. They're not just going to forget that and move on like nothing happened. They'll likely try and kill him the second they see him at this point. He got Dick killed.

"They're not." Dick states, revving the engine before pulling over at a curb.

"What's going on?" Jason asks once the car is stopped.

"Get out." Dick states.

"Out?" Jason asks, hurt covering his voice.

"I can't bring you back to the Titans. It'll cause a war." Dick explains. "But I do need you."

"So, I'm your dirty little secret?" Jason quips.

"You want to help us, this is the way it's gonna be. I can only fight one war at a time."

You remain silent, not daring to get in the middle of the two of them. It's the smart decision because there's no way everyone will trust him. Everyone will start fighting and arguing and nothing will get done. Crane will win just because there's a fight between the Titans, which is probably what he wants anyway. It might hurt Jason, but it is the only way this can even work.

"When do you need me?" Jason agrees with a bit of reluctance in his voice.

"If you don't hear from me before, meet me back here in three hours. Got it?" Dick asks.

"Yeah." Jason says quietly.

"You, too." Dick looks back at you.

"Why do I have to get out?" You let out a scoff as Jason quickly looks back at you, wondering what you did this time to piss off the rest of the Titans.

"Safety, precautions, you two work well together." Dick states. "Three hours."

"Got it." You nod your head once before you exit the vehicle with Jason.

Once your doors are shut, Dick drives off. You look over to him and Jason dodges your stare, looking to the side. It's the shame that's eating at him. Falling for all of Crane's lies, getting Dick killed, having to be kept a secret. He was once a Titan and now they can't know he's even helping. Instead, Dick has you here because you work well together, sure, but also to make sure Jason doesn't back out of it. He's not even mad because he'd do the same thing but it hurts and he feels so painfully guilty for everything. He's destroyed everything.

"Come on." Jason jerks his head to the right. "Safe house is close." Jason starts walking, helmet in hand while Sam follows him.

The silence between you builds like a sturdy brick wall. It's in the silence that you have time to process everything. It's always the silence that acts as a marinade for all things fueled with anger and misery. Dick might be alive and Jason might be alive but Jason is the reason Dick died in the first place. He could have stopped. For two seconds, Jason could have called a truce and he didn't and Dick died for it. There never would have been a crowd. The kid with the gun wouldn't have been there and Dick wouldn't have gotten shot. Jason didn't pull the trigger, but he didn't have to. Dick stood there and told Jason the reason Dick won't kill him is because he knows what it's like to die. Well, so does Jason so why the fuck didn't Jason take that into consideration?

You know it was the drug but it bites and gnaws at you anyway because watching everyone you care about die is hacking away at you.

"You alright?" Jason finally asks. You being completely silent never sits quite well with him. There is nothing that sounds more deadly than your silence in moments like these.

"I don't know, Jay. I just watched Dick die and come back to life. What the fuck do you think?" You snap without processing your thought.

"The fuck you mad at me for now?" Jason snaps back. "I didn't pull the fucking trigger. I went there to talk." Jason barks, really not wanting to be reprimanded at the moment. He knows.

"You know what? You might as well have, Jason." You snap, your steps becoming harder against the pavement. "You could have stopped at any point and told him you just wanted to talk and explain it but you didn't. Not one part of you decided to do that. And for the life of me, I can't figure out why. So, Dick was killed because of that. You didn't do it. But that kid thinks he did the right thing to protect you. Dick wasn't even the enemy. So, that's shit." You let your own anger get the best of you, not even to tear him a part for it but just because you need to yell about it.

"It's not my fucking fault." Jason groans. "I didn't ask anyone to do that." Jason defends himself, knowing he's wrong.

"You don't have to!" You finally yell. "People will follow you like a damn cult because you command attention when you walk into a room. You are charismatic and enthralling. They have always been some of your best qualities but in this instance, it wasn't good. They believe in you, Jay." You look back over to him as Jason hangs his head, watching his feet hit the wet pavement. "But, Crane turned the city against the Titans, to follow you." You look forward as you shake your head. "I know I told you to work with him, but it didn't have to get to you and Dick fighting and him dying. It never had to end that way. You could turn them back to the right side." Your voice goes quiet with your last sentence earning you a glance from Jason.

"I didn't think he'd listen, alright? He was the one that set up the flash bang and came in ready for a fight. I didn't think it was any use and I didn't know those fucking people would be there. I..." Jason swallows his own words, not wanting to get into it.

You being willing to die for him is one thing. He hates it. He'd never let you if he could help it, especially having experienced what it's like to die. He would never. But, you love him. You have seen him at his good and bad. You've seen everything in between. Jason has fully exposed all of himself to you in every way anyone possibly could. And you would die for him. You would kill for him. No questions asked because you know Jason Todd better than he knows himself half the time. But these random people? They don't know him. Why the fuck would they kill someone for him? Why would they do that?

"I'm sorry, alright?" Jason's voice comes back down. "I know. I could have fucking done something and I didn't." Jason's saw clenches. "I'm fucking trying." His words are firm but there's a hopelessness in them.

"I know." You say quietly.

"I have a lot to make up for and I don't know if I'm gonna be able to do but I promise, I'm trying. I just...fucked it up." Jason's breath leaves his lips, the fog coming out in a haunting blow.

"I know...I just..." You shake your head. "I'm just really worried about all of you, all the time. You, Gar, Dick. You guys are the closest people to me besides Molly and I just...you're very important to me and this could be something so good and it was." You suck in a breath, the cold air starting to dry out your throat. "And I think we all deserve it. The Titans."

"Yeah..." Jason's shoulders slouch forward. "You do." Jason says quietly, keeping his stare ahead him even as you look over to him.

You've always deserved better than anything Gotham has given you. All this city has done is take everything you care about. And you only even started killing because of him. Even when Jason knows there's more to it, that was your breaking point. You're not shunned from being a Titan and maybe that'd be better for you.

"If you want to be a Titan after all of this, you should." Jason states in his way where he tries to sound really casual to hide his real feelings.

You snap your attention back to him. "Why would I do that?" You nearly scoffs at the very idea, especially coming from him.

"You're good at it and you like it. They like you and you fit in." Jason answers with ease, as if it were something he'd thought about more than a few times. "Why trap yourself here if you don't have to?"

It's as if the air is being pulled from your lungs by rusty hooks. How could he say that? He's here. Home is here. Molly is here. It's not a trap being in Gotham. Coming back, coming home, was a choice you made all on your own and not a single ounce of you even regrets it. You can't regret it. You got to reunite with Molly and while it has been agonizing lately, you had some of your best and favorite moments with Jason here. You got to make a different life again. It felt like home again. Here. Not in San Francisco. Why would he tell you to be a Titan?

"You want me to be a Titan?" You ask, doing your best to hide the hurt in your voice.

"Not up to me." Jason shrugs his shoulders casually, still keeping his stare away from you.

"That's not what I asked." You bite back, keeping your stare on him.

Jason looks back over to you as you reach the building. Jason opens the door for you, leading you in first before he shuts and locks the door behind you. You stand directly in front of him so he can't move once the door is shut. He doesn't get to avoid this conversation when he's the one that brought it up. If he wants you to leave, then he can tell you and then deal with the fact you will not.

"Answer me." You demand.

Jason looks to the right before looking back at you. He always thought you would anyway. After everything, it only makes sense to him for you to leave. You said San Francisco caused you so much pain that you didn't want to be there anymore. But, Gotham has caused you so much pain, you're not even the same person you were a month ago. He doesn't want you to leave but he wants you to be happy and he worries that just won't be here. Not with the track record.

"I always thought you would." Jason shrugs as his voice almost trails off.

"Because?" You search as your brows furrow. "What? I'd get bored of you? Tired of you?" Your eyes scan his face, knowing all of his insecurities. He can't hide from you like he can with everyone else.

Jason looks to the ground and back to you with the shrug of his shoulders. "No." Jason answers. "You didn't come back for me. Thought you'd figure it out and just...go back."

You narrow your eyes. "That's not the full reason." You say softly. "Tell me."

Jason shifts his weight, favoring his bad leg as it starts to ache. He shakes his head with defeat. "Just want you to be happy." Jason says honestly. "This place is fucking shit and you know it. And you hate Bruce but you don't wanna give this up. Bruce doesn't like other vigilantes in the city and..." Jason's heart breaks as he watches your expression fall. "Yeah, I thought you'd leave." Jason nods his head.

"Jay, I told--"

"Because I died." Jason cuts you off with a scoff. "That day on the roof, I fucking destroyed you. I died and it completely destroyed you. When you found out about the drug and Crane, then everything else, I thought you'd fucking leave."

"Yeah," You nod quickly as your eyes turn glassy. "It did destroy me. The whole damn thing hurt but that doesn't mean I want to leave. It doesn't mean I want to be a Titan." Your voice is almost pleading with him to not push without you ever saying it. "This is my home and Molly is here and my mom is buried here and you are here. I don't care if we're not together, you're here. The city is a shitshow so it needs us. It needs us and Batman to help."

"Are you sure?" Jason questions. "I mean, look at this place. I just want you to be happy. I don't fucking know."

You let out a sigh. "You didn't answer the question." You state as Jason opens his mouth. "I asked if you wanted me to. You just said you always thought I'd leave."

Jason shakes his head. "Of course not." Jason lets out a scoff, not even trying to lie or dodge it anymore.

"Good cause I'm not leaving, Jay." You nod your head. "I was always happiest here with you." Your words are barely above a whisper as you look to the floor. "So," You pull in a breath. "You don't have that to worry about. I was gonna stay anyway, no plans to leave again. Tired of running." Your voice turns airy, almost hopeful with your last sentence.

"I don't get you." Jason lets out a laugh that's filled with relief.

"Yeah, you do." You laugh softly. "You're the only one whoever did." You shrug your shoulders, moving past him to the stairs. "You know, you and Dick could probably bond over your whole dying experience now. Probably bring you closer." You offer with sarcasm earning a groan and then a laugh as Jason walks over to you.

"Oh, yeah? We sit down for a family dinner at the manor and tell Bruce all about it? Like a fucking field trip?" Jason quips right back as the two of you make your way upstairs.

"Yeah!" You laugh. "Hear me out, it might freak Bruce out which would be funny."

Jason shakes his head with a soft chuckle. "Us getting along? Yeah, that'll freak Bruce out."

You nudge him lightly. "That'll freak everyone out, actually."

The two of you go upstairs into Jason's makeshift bedroom. You head over to the window to look at the people down below. Everyone is fending for themselves and there are still fires in the streets. There aren't any cars this time. There are always cars.

You lean against the wall and slide down, keeping your head turned towards the window as Jason keeps his distance, watching you closely as he traps himself in his own head again. While you have been on Jason's side, you've also actively been trying to make sure the Titans are at a distance and safe from Jason. You can say you've always been on Jason's side this whole time and maybe that's true, but you also were entirely in the middle. It was never Titans or Jason for you. You were always determined to cut the wire. It was always going to be all of them even if it killed you.

Jason remembers you willing to die for him, how terrifying that was. No one in his entire life was ever willing to do that. Maybe Bruce would have but it's something Jason isn't sure of. He was sure of you. Deathstroke proved that and you confirmed it that night. You would die for him because you love him and Jason always thought that was absurd, even if he'd die for you, too. Dying for you seemed to be the easiest thing he would do if it came to it. But you dying for him? Insane. It had to be insanity but these past two weeks have taught him something else entirely.

You would just die for anyone you loved if that's what it took.

There is not a doubt in Jason's mind that you would put your life in danger for Gar. Of course, you would. He's Gar. Everyone would probably do it. There's Molly and Jason actually feels bad for anyone who would even think of coming after her. You'd die for Tim because of course you would. You care about him and Tim is determined and smart. Krypto is no question. You loved Donna and thought she was the coolest Titan, that's easy. You thought Kory was one of the coolest and most badass people you'd ever met while also being immensely kind. You told Jason once that the Titans need her. So, you'd die for her, too. Jason isn't entirely sure of the big reason you'd save Conner or Dawn or Hank but he knows you would. And then there's Dick. You'd save Dick because he's the leader. Because he saved your life. Because you look up to him. Because he's important to everyone.

It's not that you would die for Jason. It's that you would die for anyone you love if it ever came to it. Jason would be lying if he said he doesn't admire that. Though, he wonders if that's what will be your last straw or if you'll understand one day that you shouldn't have to die for the people you care about. Jason swore he'd die for you. That part was easy but the more time that passes, the more he's realizing he wants to live for you. Living is harder. He hopes you learn that, too. You deserve to want to live for someone and for yourself.

"What's with the symbol?" You snap Jason from his thoughts.

"What?" Jason questions, almost doing a double take.

"The rip off bat symbol. Your idea or Crane's?" You ask bluntly as your eyes dart between his and the red symbol on his chest.

Jason looks down to his chest where the red symbol stares up at him. "Mine." Jason chuckles softly, a devilish grin pushing itself onto his lips. "Why?" He asks and he walks over to the other side of the window from you, sliding down the wall and matching your position.

You let out a soft laugh as you shrug. "Funny that's what you would pick given you thought he didn't kill the Joker for you." You pull in a breath. "Why?"

Jason shrugs. "Fuck Bruce." Jason answers easily as if the answer were so simple anyone could have figured it out, as if he isn't neglecting the entire explanation.

The bat symbol represents Bruce's way of thinking. Inciting fear into the hearts of everyone so they don't do bad things. It works, sometimes. But, it doesn't work enough. The bat symbol represents a certain moral compass where even under the worst of circumstances, killing is still wrong. It represents Bruce. Jason wanted something to almost mock him, a fuck you and watch this to Bruce. Fear doesn't always work. It's not the best way. For Jason, he needed something to spite Bruce, prove his methods will be better because there should never be another Jason. Or Dick. Or any of them. No one should have to suffer the way all of them have. It was to represent everything Bruce refused to do for the greater good.

But Bruce did kill The Joker so Jason feels lost.

But then you offer this warm smile, one that says you understand every single thought in his mind without him ever having to explain.

"Yeah..." You sigh softly. "Fuck Bruce." You laugh softly. "I like it, by the way. Bruce only killed him for you. He never would have under any other circumstances." You pause before you tilt your head to the left quickly, raise your brows. "Well, he might have for Dick, too. But, it would have to be one of you. So...good for you, Jay." You nod your head softly.

"Don't think it's fucked?" Jason chortles.

"Oh, no it definitely is." You nod quickly. "I mean, just when I think I've got some daddy issues, I meet you and Dick. It's definitely fucked. But, like it anyway." You smile but Jason doesn't quite match it. There's a sadness washing itself over his face. "I think Gotham will like it, too." You say quietly.

"Yeah? Why?" Jason repositions, pulling his right leg to his chest. "Because I'm charismatic and enthralling?" A touch of a grin finds itself on his lips.

"Fuck you, no." You laugh softly. "They're brainwashed but...I think it took one video because you've already been out there controlling the drug trade, looking to get into guns. You've taken out some really terrible people and are trying to get this shit under control. They already liked you."

"I also helped get a drug onto the streets and contributed to everything with Crane." Jason points out.

"Yeah, but you've been distancing yourself and you also tried to save Nightwing. I mean, you tried to kill him, too but you just tried to save him and they'll remember that. They'll figure out Crane brainwashed them and see you were also brainwashed."

"I guess we'll see." Jason lets out a scoff. "But, thanks." Jason offers you a nod.

"Just being honest." You pull in a breath as you move your stare back to the window. "You gonna keep Red Hooding after this is over then?" You look back at him with hopeful eyes.

Jason shrugs. "Yeah, maybe." Jason nods his head softly. "Especially with Bruce fucking MIA." Jason gives you a soft smile. "You gonna keep this shit up?"

"Absolutely." You nod with confidence. "You're right, I do like it. The vigilantism, I mean." Your smile turns kind and loving. "You're a good Red Hood. You're gonna help a lot of people, Jay." Your smile is warm and honest, filling Jason's entire chest with hope.

"So are you." Jason matches the smile before the two of you look to the window, falling into a comfortable silence.

You get a text from Dick, apparently, the towers are back and running which is a relief but according to his text, Crane released some of his smoke downtown. He leaves the text with a warning for you and Jason to stay where you are until the smoke dies down or until he says otherwise. So, the two of you seem to be stuck here for the night.

You're safe here, entirely. You don't have to worry about the smoke or anyone coming to kill you. You're safe from it all for the first time in weeks and it's as if, weirdly as it is, you both can breathe freely. It doesn't feel like your very breath can shatter the illusion of peace. You both are allowed to breathe freely and openly.

You let your mind wander anywhere but to the disaster outside. The more you're in these situations, the more you're learning to compartmentalize it. There is no choice in this. It has to be done otherwise it'll eat you. You wonder how Dick is able to do it so well. Surely that's how he's so good at being Nightwing. He isn't heartless, he just shelves what he needs to until after a mission. It's something you need to be better at and so you sit here tonight and try to do it. You focus on anything but the disaster.

And then there's Jason who finds his mind going to your previous conversation a few minutes ago. You think he can be a hero again. He can use Red Hood for good, do it his own way. He lifts his head, looking over at you and how peaceful you look. You really do trust him. You really do just believe in him, after everything, there's something in you that believes in him even when you absolutely should not.

Jason keeps his eyes on you, wondering if you're right. He hopes you are. Jason just wants to help. That's what he wants to do. That's all he's wanted to do. That was supposed to be the plan before Crane showed his true motive. Jason wants to help the innocent people Bruce overlooks. Sex workers, sexual assault victims, domestic violence survivors, children who are put in all of these situations. A lot of them never make it onto Bruce's radar. He's busy dealing with everything else and a lot more of it happens in places like Crime Alley, somewhere Bruce doesn't go unless it's the anniversary of his parents' death. Someone needs to keep them safe, too. He wants to control the crime because he does believe that's the right way. No one can stop crime. That's impossible. But, Jason thinks he can control it. It's worth a shot. Someone needs to try. That's what he wants to do.

Maybe he can do it.

"I can feel you staring at me, Jay." You state as you look back over at him.

"Sorry." Jason mutters, feeling heat rush over his cheeks as he looks back outside.

"What's going inside that head of yours?" You ask.

Jason looks back to you, letting a beat pass before he settles on what to say. "Thanks for believing in me and being here." Jason pulls in a breath.

"Always." You say softly before it goes quiet again.

Time ticks by and it's you that ends up glancing towards Jason. He's holding his bad leg to his chest, seeming to be absentmindedly massaging the muscle of his thigh with his thumbs as he keeps his stare out the window. The white streak reflects off the lights from the window and the bruises are bright red from Dick's fists and enimga sticks. But, he doesn't look stressed this time. He looks content for once. And you always think there's hope for him but his position confirms it.

Which, lets your mind wander back to how you and him were. It wanders back to the night outside Excellent Gotham. It was the right thing to do. There is good, there is bad, and there is all of this grey in between. Something might be the right thing to do, for the greater good, to save someone, but that doesn't always make it fair or just or painless. It was the right thing to do, to save Jason. But, you wonder in the silence of the night, what happens after then. The bell has been rung and you're dealing with it but it doesn't feel good. Being around him feels like you're trying to breathe through water. You don't want to give up on you and him. You're gonna take out Crane, the Titans are going to leave, Bruce will probably come back, and it'll start to fall back into a new normal. And you want to know what kind of new normal that's going to be.

You want the new normal to still be you and him.

But you don't even want to ask about it. You hurt him and it just doesn't feel right to ask even if it'll gnaw at you until you do.

"I can feel you staring." Jason quips, looking at you, saying it on purpose.

You roll your eyes but the smile never reaches your eyes before it falls. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." You mock him, waving a hand haphazardly at him before you get to your feet and stretch before you lean your back against the wall. You look back at Jason and you can tell by the raise of his brows and his wide eyes, he's expecting you to elaborate. You let out a defeated sigh. "Hey, Jay?"

"Yes?" Jason answers expectantly.

"Where do we stand?" You ask bluntly. "I mean....you and me." You nod once. "After all of this and everything. I'll follow your lead." You nod a few times. "Ball's in your court this time."

As much as you would like to go to the roof and scream your lungs out about how much you want to be with him and how much you love him, you know you can't. None of that is fair to him. Jason Todd was murdered and then came back from the dead. He was used and abused and manipulated. He's not fine and he should be able to learn how to live now, rediscover who he is after all of this if he needs to. You telling him you want to go right back to where you were before he died, sounds cruel. It's as if you won't give him a choice, like you expect him to just be normal and you don't. So, you ask him and you let it be his decision because it should be. It was you that ended things anyway and it was you that betrayed him, more than he betrayed you is the way you see it.

Jason feels his heart in his throat. He hates this but he knows there is no other choice. He swears this one fucking time, he is not doing it to push. He is doing it for himself and for you. He owes you more. He owes you more than he has ever given you. He owes himself more.

You have said it over and over that Jason is loved and he is not alone, at the very least, he has you and he is loved by you. There is not a single day that he is not eternally grateful for you. But, that's not enough. It's not enough because, after everything, Jason still feels like he is not enough. He watches the chaos he has brought on all of these people who he cares about and who care about him. Someone who is enough, doesn't do that. And he died. The trauma of that isn't going to go away because you love him and he loves you. He desperately wishes it were so simple, but it's not.

Jason swore he would never hurt you but he thinks about that night outside of Excellent Gotham and how it looked like it was ripping you to shreds to end things and to give up on him, even if you never meant it. You didn't deserve it. He needs to figure himself out and sort out some of this pain in his chest before it metastasizes more. He needs to just exist for a second and work on who he is after coming back. He owes it to himself and then he owes it to you. It's not fair to continue something if he isn't sure he'll be okay in the end of this. That's not fair to either of you.

So, as much as it physically pains him, he knows where you stand.

"Uh..." Jason pulls in a breath and you know. Jason doesn't stutter often. "I really fucking hurt you." Jason nods his head.

"I hurt you..." You hang your head in shame before looking back to him.

"Yeah, deserved it though." Jason lets out a scoff before he shakes his head. "Look," Jason starts as he pushes himself off the wall and walks over to you, standing in front of you. "I don't want to ever hurt you again." Jason states and you know there is a but coming. This is not going to end the way you dreamed it would. "So, I think-think we need to sort our shit out."

You hang your head, feeling the lump in your throat. It was as if the night you ended things, it wasn't quite real. He was high and you were mad. Then you rescued him and it's been kind of weird ever since. It didn't feel quite like you broke up but it didn't feel like you were together. It has felt like this weird state of in-between where you're tripping over each other trying to find the right footing. And now, it seems you've found it in an unknown territory. It's scary.

It's scary because after being rescued, Jason is one of the only things you know. And you know that it's going to be good for you to find yourself without him, find out who you are outside of Jason and the Titans. It's for the best and you know. But, you also know Jason and Jason Todd has always loved to avoid things that are good for him. Good to him. What if he avoids this forever and this is really it?

"I'm sorry." Jason says quietly.

"It's okay." You nod up at him. "You're, uh, you're right. You died."

As much as you saw it coming, you feel blindsided. You are not together. He is not breaking up with you because you did it first. But, it feels that way anyway. He is right. You need time and space to heal and deal with everything that's happened. Maybe you could do that together but maybe you need to figure out who you are now. You are not the same people you were before he died. Jason Todd died that day and so did you. You need to just exist without each other even if it is the most painful thing either of you will ever do.

Jason nods. "Yeah," He scoffs. "It's not fucking fair to you or me if we jump into this shit again."

You nod softly. "Yeah...you're right." You push off the wall, closing the distance between you. "For what it's worth, I'm still sorry for everything that's happened to you, Jay." You sniffle softly.

"Thanks. I'm sorry for everything that's happened to you, too." Jason lets out a soft sigh, looking to the floor before he looks back to you. He will find his way back to you because you're everything he's ever wanted and he wants to deserve you one day. "Friends?" He asks, sticking out his hand with the quick raise of his brows.

"For now." You take his hand in yours. "We'll find our way back." You say softly but with certainty.

"Hope so." Jason quips right back with a cheeky grin. "I'll miss you being up my ass all the time."

You roll your eyes as a smile starts to fade over your lips. "Shut the fuck up." You groan,  making Jason chuckle softly. "You're my favorite person, ya know?"

"And you're mine." Jason says simply, without hesitance.

The room falls silent, the two of you still holding each other's hand right in the middle of you. It's as if you aren't sure how to backtrack. How do you go back to being friends? You were never meant to be friends. There was always something more there. Something strong and tender, throbbing and beating like a desperate heart pumping blood through an open artery. You have stained each other with every scar and crumb of yours. How do you take it back? How do you cleanse yourselves and try again? Can you even do it?

Jason's grip on your hand tightens and he doesn't want to leave it like that. As friends. The very idea is bitter and stale. He knows it's for the best. For the first time in his life, he is doing something to better himself and protect you. It's not just self-destruction this time. He wants to be better for himself. He never wants to get here again. And to do that, he needs to do it on his own. Jason won't risk dragging you down with him again as he drowns himself. He's not sure if he'll come out the other end alive this time, but he's willing to try for himself. And then for you. But, that doesn't make this whole thing easier. He still loves you. He still wants you.

You feel it, too. You know he wants to reach forward, pull you into him just for old times sake. You're going to defeat Crane tonight, one way or another, and then you'll go your separate ways for a little bit...as friends. But you think about the last time you had a proper kiss, before you knew you'd end up here. He was alive again. It was a kiss of relief. That's not how you want it to end. You fully believe you will come together again but what if you don't?

The idea makes your stomach twist into knots. And you know Jason isn't going to act on it, out of respect for you. It's the way his hand squeezes yours, the way he won't let go and how he has that dark but kind look in his eyes. The way he is intentionally holding his stance just enough away as if he'll walk into a bear trap with one step forward. He'll never act on it out of respect for your space so when Jason finally starts to move away, you pull him back.

Jason eyes you and then the very corner of your mouth twitches up as you squeeze his hand, pulling him just a little closer to you. You move your eyes up with the raise of your brows before looking back to him and then you shrug effortlessly.

Jason shakes his head. "Fuck it." Jason lets out in a single breath before dropping your hand and cupping your face, slamming his lips against yours.

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Chosen For Pleasure (IV)

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IT'S HAPPENING LADIES!

I woke up, the natural light from the sun too bright for my heavy eyelids. I tried to stretch but a muscular arm lay over me, absentmindedly pulling me closer. I didn't need to roll over to know it was Jensen. Images from last night flooding my mind.

"just.want.you." I panted.

"then I'm all yours."

He hooked his fingers in the hem of my lace panties, pulling them teasingly slow down my legs. He peppered kisses all over my stomach and thighs.

It felt like my entire body was on fire.

I groaned needing him badly.

He took a finger gently running it over where I needed most. He was gentle as he inserted two fingers inside me. I whimpered at the new sensation, bringing my hips up only for him to pin them back down again.

"lay still angel." he whispered.

"Fuck Jensen" I whimpered trying my best to stay still.

I've been in this situation before, but when Jensen did it, it was like I was experiencing it for the first time all over again. I knew I wouldn't last long if he kept touching me, and I wanted to experience him, all of him.

"Jensen Please." I whined needy.

He stood straight up, undoing his pants and sliding them down his thighs. I was nervous looking at him through his boxer briefs. He was a large man, so it made logical sense that he'd be large down there too. He went to grab the hem of his boxers to pull down before I stood up sauntering over to him.

"let me." I whispered biting my lip.

Jensen looked at me with lust filled eyes, nodding his head slowly. I tried to calm my nervous hands as I grabbed his boxers slowly pulling them down, as teasingly slow as he had done to me previously. I felt my eyes grow wider once I saw just how large he was. I wasn't the most experienced but I wanted to try to make him feel good. I hesitantly wrapped my hand around him causing a groan of pleasure to escape from his lips. He quickly grabbed my hand pulling me up before pushing me back on the bed.

"plenty of time for that later, this is about you, are you ready?"

I bit my lip. I was about to officially lose my virginity.

"yes." I said without hesitation.

this was exactly what I wanted.

I watched as Jensen grabbed a gold foil packet tearing it open with his teeth, before rolling the condom on to himself. I couldn't help the nerves that settled in the pit of my stomach. I closed my eyes feeling Jensen's body hover above mine. I winced, a tear slipping out as he thrust himself in to me.

"I'm sorry, it'll only hurt for a couple minutes." Jensen said placing a kiss to my cheek, the one that the tear was rolling down.

Jensen groaned as my body tried to adjust to his length penetrating me.

"I'm gonna move now."

He slowly moved himself out until he got to where just his tip was left inside, before slowly pushing back in. He did this a couple times before he started to quicken his pace and apply a little more pressure. I arched my back longing to feel him even closer to me. He grabbed both of my hands with one of his larger ones pinning them above my head. The other held my hip, pulling my body into his with each thrust. My head fell back against the pillow, wild gasps and cries left my lips.

"fuck you don't know what your panting is doing to me." Jensen groans.

I was too much in a state of euphoria to reply to him. He slams in to me gaining much speed now. His thrusts getting sloppier the longer we go. I felt my stomach twisting into knots.

"Jensen." I moaned trying to tell him I was approaching my high.

"let go angel." He whispered.

I instantly came undone at his words. I bit down on my lip so hard I could taste blood. A few more thrusts and Jensen let out a loud groan, his fingers that were holding my hip suddenly digging in harder as he came undone.

Holy Shit.

He pulls out of me hesitantly before collapsing beside me on the bed, his heavy breathing matching my own. He disposed of his condom before turning to face me.

"are you okay?" He asked pulling me to his hard chest.

I laid my head down listening to his racing heartbeat.

"wow, that was wow." I said biting my lip.

"well you're not a virgin anymore." He said with a deep laugh.

I picked my head up looking in his eyes. Sex was great but Jensen's aftercare right now made the experience so much better.

I noticed the sweat glistening on his neck.

I don't know where the jolt of confidence came from, but I slowly leaned over placing my lips to his neck. He groaned, his fingers finding their way to entangle in my hair.

"I think I need more practice." I whispered in between kisses.

Jensen raised his head a huge smirk playing on his lips.

"I think that can be arranged."

I didn't want to disturb his sleeping figure. I turned in his arms so I could look at him.

He looked so peaceful.

He normally had this hardened look to him, but laying here now he looked completely soft.

I took in his features. I never noticed the light freckles that peppered his cheeks, or the way his eyes naturally crinkle at the corners when he smiled or laughed. He was beautiful, in every sense of the word.

"I can feel you staring at me." He said making me jump.

He slowly opened an eye taking in my figure.

"I can't help it, you're beautiful." I said laughing a bit.

He chuckled opening both eyes and staring at me.

"Beautiful huh? I've never been called that before. Hot, Sexy, Handsome, Irresistible, yes but never beautiful." He said.

I laughed harder, pushing his arm away from me.

"so pretentious of you." I smirked.

"how are you feeling?" He asked sitting up.

How was I feeling?

I lost my virginity last night to the most beautiful man I ever met.

I went to sit up, immediately feeling the ache between my legs. I winced, nobody ever talks about the morning after.

"a little sore, but nothing I can't handle." I said sitting up quickly downplaying how sore I really was.

I didn't want him to have the satisfaction of knowing he had fucked me raw.

"oh yeah? so you can go again huh?" He asked.

I swallowed as he came towards me.

"just think, if you say yes to this, we could be doing this all the time." He said breathing on my neck, making a shiver run down my spine.

"just like this?" I seductively whispered.

"oh even better than this angel, want me to show you?" He asked placing kisses down my jaw.

"show me" I moaned.

Jensen pushes up from the bed, going over to his dresser. He looks at me before pulling out a grey colored tie.

"give me your hands." He orders.

I bite my lip bringing my hands in front of my body. He wraps the tie around them, tying it in a tight knot. I gasp as he grabs my legs pulling me down so I was laying under him. He grabs my hands that are tied together, putting them above my hands.

"don't move them." He orders.

"yes sir." I whispered.

His eyes rolled back in pleasure at my nickname.

I guess he has a control kink.

His lips attached to my neck, making the pants start to roll from my tongue. Without warning Jensen inserted two fingers, roughly thrusting them in and out. I let my head fall back as moans fell from my lips.

"this what you wanted?" He asked, his ego growing more and more with each moan.

"yes sir." I managed to squeak out between moans.

"fuck so tight." He groans continuing to work his fingers.

He reached in to his drawer grabbing another foil packet.

"JENSEN?" a voice called from a distance.

"fuck." Jensen said pulling his fingers out of me and undoing the tie from around my hands.

I instantly missed the feeling.

"I was supposed to meet Jared for breakfast this morning." He said grabbing his boxers pulling them on.

He grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants sliding them over his legs.

"Jared as in Padalecki?" I questioned, even though I already knew the answer.

"yeah, here put this on." He said throwing me one of his shirts.

I quickly threw it on over my body. I grabbed my lace panties and jeans pulling them up quickly to cover myself.

Jensen retreated out of the room. I didn't know if he wanted me to follow him. I reluctantly did, keeping my distance a bit.

"there you are, where the hell were you?" Jared asked pulling Jensen into a "bro hug"

I shyly came down the stairs, meeting eyes with the very tall man. Jensen was tall, Jared was on a whole other level. His long hair framed his face.

"I was uh a little caught up." Jensen smirked.

"I see that." Jared said nodding his head at me.

Jared gave me a small smile before leaning in to whisper to Jensen. He wasn't very good a whispering though, considering I heard everything.

"another one? really? this one looks naive, don't ruin her J." Jared whispered.

I could feel my heart drop. I was so consumed in Jensen, that I neglected to think, I was just another body to him. He made me feel special, but he probably made all the girls feel that way.

What was I getting myself into?

"I'm Jared." He said extending his large hand for me to shake.

"(y/n)" I muttered quietly shaking his hand.

Jared offered me a big smile. He seems like he's a sincere person.

"I just uh came to make sure you were alive, and to remind you that Gen and I are having a gathering later this week." Jared said.

I stood there awkwardly, my mind consumed with racing thoughts.

"you should come too." Jared spoke up looking at me.

"uh me?" I asked quietly.

"yeah you" He laughed.

He looked towards Jensen who nodded his head.

"alright, I should get going, you uh just do what you do." Jared said giving Jensen another hug.

Jensen returned his hug, whispering something in his ear. Jensen was much better at whispering because I didn't hear any of what he said.

"It was nice to meet you." Jared said grabbing my dainty hand, giving it a shake.

"you too." I chirped.

He smiled at Jensen one last time before heading out the door. I couldn't get Jared's words out of my head.

I was just another one.

It feels wrong now.

"lets get cleaned up and then we can talk." Jensen said grabbing a glass and filling it with water.

I watched him chug it before refilling it again and offering it to me. I hesitantly took it sipping on the cool liquid. I was quiet as he grabbed my hand pulling me to his large master bathroom. He turned on the shower, starting to discard his clothes.

"are you just going to stand there, or are you going to get undressed?" Jensen asked.

I was in a daze. I knew I should be enjoying this moment with him, but my racing thoughts just wouldn't keep quiet.

I hesitantly stripped my clothes, stepping in the steady stream of water. Jensen came in behind me, gabbing some soap and rubbing it in to my shoulders and down over my breasts. He turned me around so I was facing him now.

"you're beautiful." He said watching the water cascade down my body.

I wanted to believe him, but my brain wouldn't let me. He probably says that to all of them. What makes me different?

I grabbed the soap, rubbing it on to his toned chest and down his stomach. He brushed his finger against my cheek, tucking my hair behind my ear.

I quickly turned away from him as a single tear rolled down my cheek. I knew getting in to this, that this was just a game for Jensen, now I didn't know if I was ready to play it.

We finished washing, turning off the stream of water. He wrapped a towel around his waist, handing me one.

"I uh, should probably get home, the photo editor was fired, and now I have to edit all of this months photos." I told him drying off my body and hair.

It wasn't a lie, I did eventually have to finish them sometime today. I don't know why, but like I said this all suddenly felt so wrong.

"okay, um we'll get dressed and then I can drive you home." He said going in to his room to pick out some clothes.

I grabbed my under garments and jeans putting them back on seeing as I had no other clothes.

"here, just uh keep this shirt." Jensen said handing me a Led Zeppelin tee.

I gave him a grateful smile, following him to his garage. There were over seven cars sitting in the large building.

"are these all yours?" I questioned looking at each of the luxury cars.

"yeah, I uh like cars." He smiled.

"wow."

"pick one, and I'll take you home." He said admiring his collection.

I walked over to a bright red ferrari.

"good choice." Jensen said grabbing the keys.

I gave him a silent nod allowing him to open the door for me. I got in angling my body towards the door. It was going to be a long two and a half hours...

Jensen didn't try to make conversation, although he kept glancing my way, sensing something wasn't right. At this point we were almost two hours in to the drive. At one point I'd let my eyes drift close, the lack of sleep catching up to me. I felt Jensen pull the car over. I looked at him in concern making sure nothing was happening.

"go for a walk with me quick." He said getting out of the car.

I sighed getting out after him. We walked in silence down a dirt path before Jensen stopped, turning his body so he was standing in front of me.

"what's the matter with you? you've barely said anything to me since this morning, and you're acting like you can't wait to get away from me. are you regretting last night?" He asked staring down at me.

He seemed genuinely bothered.

"no, I'm not regretting anything." I answered truthfully.

"then what?"

"Jensen it's nothing." I said trying to turn my body away from him.

He caught my arm making me face him.

"no you don't get to do that, remember we have to be honest with each other." He murmured.

I took a deep breath looking at him.

"I know this is what you want, I just don't know if I can give you that." I hesitantly spoke.

"I'm not understanding."

"I don't know if I can be just another body for you." I said feeling emotions wash over me.

"woah hang on, you're not just another body, that isn't what this is." He defended.

"oh yeah, then what is it? Jensen I know you don't do relationships, but I don't want to be another girl that you see for awhile and then get sick of."

"you're not like the others."

"how so?"

"well for one, I've never had sex in my own bed before, two, (y/n) I've never slept beside any of them before, just you." He said grabbing my face forcing me to look at him.

I felt my mouth go bone dry.

"never?"

"never." He confirmed.

He brought his lips down kissing my forehead.

"I'm not rushing you in to a decision but I just want you to know, I really want this." He said.

"good cause I can't give you an answer right now." I whispered.

"I understand."

He grabbed my hand intertwining our fingers as we silently walked back to the car.

I could tell Jensen was used to getting his way. All he had to do was demand something and it was given to him.

He drove the rest of the way back to my apartment, keeping a tight hold on my hand, almost as if he were afraid this was the last time he was going to hold it. I can't deny that thought made my heart race.

He put the car in park, before shutting down the engine.

"I'll talk to you later." I whispered leaning in to kiss his freckled cheek.

His grip on my hand got a little tighter.

"why do I feel like this is you telling me goodbye?" He asked staring in my eyes.

"um because I'm leaving." I said trying to make a joke.

He stared and me before bringing my hand up placing a tender kiss on it.

"just promise me you'll think about it." He pleaded.

"I promise."

I got out of the car shooting him once last glance.

"Ms. (L/N)." He says with a nod.

"Jensen."

Author Note:

honestly I wouldn't care if Jensen treated me like dirt, I'd still let him screw me! remember please leave some love in the form of a heart, comment, reblog, or follow. also just one more time if you want to be added to the tag list please message me so it's easier to keep track of!

Part (V)

[wolfjackle-creates]

1000 Follower Celebration!

I'm blown away, honestly. The last time I had any notoriety in a fandom was back in, like 2007 or 2008 when I was on the Dibbuns Against Bedtime fan forums for Redwall. I was made the head of my dorm as the site started dying because I was the most active member in said dorm.

But you all? You're here because you like something I'm making? It's so wild to me. I appreciate every single one of you. Every like, every reblog, every comment. They warm me up.

I've been thinking over the last few days what I want to do. The obvious answers—prompt fills, polls to determine what I write, story snippets—I do all that with too much regularity. And I'm trying to avoid taking on more fics as I focus on the ones I've already got going.

So we're gonna do something a bit different this week.

Over the next week (From Wed 2/21 to Wed 2/28) send me the title of one of my WIPs (listed below) and I will respond with a few paragraphs. Not my usual 1.2-1.6k that I like to do for WIP Wednesday, but a few paragraphs. At the end of the week, I'll compile them all and post everything in a single post.

I won't be adding all the links like I usually do with each addition to a story until I post that final draft, but I'll tag everything with "[story name] 1000" so you can click that and follow along with the fic in some sort of order.

There are six WIPs eligible for the game! Please limit yourself to one fic per ask, but you may send in multiple asks. I will request that, for now, you limit yourself to one request per fic (aka a max of 6 requests per person). If I find that I'm able to keep up, I may waive that request in the upcoming days. But it will depend on how busy my inbox (and life) get.

Bring Me Home

Ghost!Robin

Answer My Call

I'll Carry Your Heart (Until I Find You Again)

Want to Hold On and Feel I Belong/Bad Reveal AU

Empathy!Verse

I totally forgot about the Empathy!Verse when I did my last ask game. Mostly because that has been entirely written on Tumblr and I...kinda forgot to transfer it to a Scrivener document. Ooops. 😅

Something to Feel isn't on this list because I want to dedicate my time to it today. I'm close to the end, I think, and already have one ask in my inbox about it that I totally meant to get to before now (if it's your ask, I promise I haven't forgotten you!).

Brief Story Summaries

Bring Me Home: Tim and Danny are online friends and know each other's secrets. Currently in the arc where the Young Justice and Team Phantom help Danny escape after a reveal gone wrong.

Ghost!Robin: Jason is haunted by the ghost of the Robin he used to be. Danny finds out when Jazz introduces him to Jason over a meet-the-in-laws dinner. Currently, Jason and Robin are meeting with Frostbite to learn what may have happened.

Answer My Call: Jazz is sending texts to Danny after he escaped a GIW facility and they can't talk. But it turns out Jason is the one who's actually been getting them.

Carry Your Heart: Jason and Danny meet in the Ghost Zone while Jason is dead. They become friends. But Jason runs to Desiree to wish for his life back. A wish she fulfills. Danny goes to visit him, only to find his core left behind in a lair that's in ruin.

Bad Reveal AU: Danny is living with the Waynes when he finds out they're also the Bats. He freaks out because he believes the bats are working with the government (aka the GIW). So he shoots Bruce and runs away. The bats are now trying to convince him it's safe to come home.

Empathy!Verse: Liminal!Jazz is studying in Gotham and feeling the lack of other liminals to interact with. After getting used to the undercurrent of emotion that follows all interactions with ghosts/liminals, humans just feel...flat. Then one day, she literally runs into another liminal as she's going to the library. Jason Todd. Only... he doesn't know what it means to be liminal. So Jazz is there to show him.

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Boss

You’re a menace

ceo!jisung x overworked admin!minho

Trigger warnings: none that i know of!

Content warnings: oral, light nipple play, praise, begging, dirty talk, a little hair pulling, finger fucking, names (babe, baby, angel), jisung's a bit of a tease (what else is new), minho gets desperate

Summary: the morning after proves to be just as eventful

Word count: 7599

A/N: omg hi babies ❤️💙 it’s been so long!! shoutout to rae for keeping me online for more than two days this time, you’re a real one. thank you all for your patience while i continue to sort myself and become a functioning member of society again. i’ve got some stuff planned and i’m continuing to work hard to put together more stories for your enjoyment. i'm also redoing my tag list so please don't hesitate to reach out and i'll happily add you!! anyways, follow me here and check out my main!! hard thoughts are always welcome, as are dms. i’d love to make friends with you all!! much love ❤️💙

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Jisung stretched his arms over his head and let out a groan of appreciation before allowing himself to relax back into the sheets, the early morning light filtering into the dim room. Like every morning, visions of Minho danced in his mind as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Unlike every morning, they were memories instead of fantasies.

“That’s right, take it all. Just like that…”

His body ached deliciously, he realized, and he found himself wanting to milk the situation. He was sure he could get Minho to baby him if he pouted enough.

So he finally opened his eyes and rolled onto his side, only to find himself alone in the bed. He sat up immediately, starting to panic. Then he heard the kitchen sink cut on and let out a sigh. He sank back down onto the pillows and stared at the wall, still groggy. He was debating getting up when he heard the sink cut off and Minho walking towards the bedroom.

The door opened to reveal the older man in a simple pair of sweats, carrying a tray filled with food. “Oh, you’re up.” He smiled and Jisung’s heart jumped into his throat.

“Yeah.” He nodded, sitting up again and rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”

“A little after six.” Minho hummed as he placed the tray on the nightstand and circled the bed to sit on the opposite side. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a rock.” Jisung smiled to himself and picked up the glass of orange juice that sat on the tray, taking a gulp before glancing at the man beside him. “You?”

“It was the best sleep I’ve had in months.” He hummed and leaned back against the headboard, crossing his legs at the ankle. “I don't recall the last time I did anything so physically draining.” He chuckled, turning his head to look at Jisung, who was now happily munching on a slice of toast. “How do you feel?”

There was his opening to get taken care of.

“Sore.” He pouted adorably, a tiny piece of bread still sticking halfway out of his mouth. “I don’t think I can even move.”

Minho’s heart skipped a beat at the sight but he recovered quickly and rolled his eyes playfully. “Well you’re gonna have to because we have work in a couple hours.”

Jisung frowned at the lack of doting and finished chewing the food in his mouth before speaking again. “So you’re not gonna baby me or anything?”

“Are you a baby?” Jisung’s frown deepened and Minho laughed quietly. “Well you did call me daddy last night…”

“That was an accident, I slipped up! Stop teasing me!” Minho only laughed harder at Jisung’s indignance and leaned towards him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I don’t want to. It’s fun messing with you like this.” Jisung immediately clammed up at the proximity and Minho continued, leaning in further until they were almost nose to nose. “Besides, it was hot. I wanna hear you say it again.”

“No way!” The younger protested despite the way his heart rate spiked in excitement.

“You’d dare to deny me anything I ask for after how many times I made you cum last night?” The corners of his eyes crinkled as his grin betrayed his tone, proving he was far from bothered by this interaction. Once more, Jisung was struck by Minho’s beauty. The proximity made his heart beat so fast he worried he might pass out. His mind raced just as quickly and his cheeks heated up as more memories of the previous night flooded his head. Minho took Jisung’s silence as embarrassment and pulled back, nudging the hand that held the unfinished toast. “Eat. We have to leave soon if you still wanna stop for coffee on the way back to yours.”

Jisung quickly pulled himself from his thoughts and nodded despite his disappointment at things not escalating. When the last bite of bread was halfway to his mouth, he paused. “You know…” he started as Minho made to get off the bed. “You never let me blow you last night.”

Minho paused with one leg hanging off the bed, trying to ignore the blood rushing to his dick. “You’re right.” He hummed, trying to sound casual. If he got his hands on Jisung before they made it out of bed, they wouldn’t be going to work at all. One glance over his shoulder told him that was exactly what was gonna happen.

“I want to.” It wasn’t a request or a demand, it was simply a fact. He wanted to inhale Minho’s cock and he had from the moment he met him.

“And I want you to eat your breakfast.” He fired back. He’d wanted those pretty lips wrapped around his dick for even longer than Jisung had but he was worried what people might say if both of them were late to or even missed work. It was no secret that Jisung wanted Minho. The older man had already gotten plenty of side-eye just for being the object of their boss’s obsession. Any inkling that their suspicions had come true would make him a pariah.

“What if I’d rather have you for breakfast?” Jisung challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“Jisung…” He warned, cock already twitching to life despite his best efforts to ignore it. He needed to get out of this bed and get in the shower. Now.

“Minho...” He sighed, dropping the last of the toast back on the plate and turning to face him. “Listen, I already know what you’re thinking. I know you’re worried about what will happen if people find out. To tell you the truth, I don’t really care if people know. You are my favorite in the office, everyone already knows that. They have eyes.” Minho opened his mouth to protest but Jisung didn’t stop so he settled back into his previous position. “But I know it’s bothering you and I’m not gonna let anything bad happen. I can’t just go around firing people for mistreating you for something I quite literally begged for so obviously I’m not gonna let anyone know. If we’re late, you can drop me off across the street and take a lap around the block so we aren’t walking in together. I will figure something out but can we please fool around just a little while longer?”

Minho’s cheeks were flushed a soft pink by the time Jisung was finished speaking. Who was this man in front of him? The Jisung he knew was desperate and cocky, not careful and considerate. His cockiness was one of the things that turned Minho on. But something about the way Jisung was trying to do right by him made his insides feel funny.

His response was simple. He didn’t speak and opted instead to pull the younger man onto his lap. Jisung’s breath hitched at the small display of strength as if he hadn’t been manhandled by this man multiple times within the last twelve hours. His hands rested comfortably on Minho’s shoulders as he settled down, taking notice of the bulge pressing against his ass.

“Can I kiss you?”

“You didn’t ask last night.” Minho offered a wry smile as he pulled Jisung into him.

The younger man rolled his eyes but pressed his lips to Minho’s instead of arguing back that Minho hadn’t exactly asked about a few things he did last night either. It felt nice kissing Minho. His lips were soft and inviting and Jisung decided at that moment that he could die happy if he got to kiss Minho for the rest of his life. He was being presumptuous, of course. You couldn't decide you’d spend your life with someone after spending a single night with them. But he could indulge in his delusions for a little while. Who could it really hurt?

Minho’s tongue slipped into his mouth and he let out a soft whine, grinding down against him. The squeeze on his hips was a subtle warning to slow down lest he lose the opportunity to blow Minho in favor of getting fucked again. To Minho’s surprise, Jisung took the warning for what it was and stilled his hips, sucking on the older man’s tongue instead.

Minho let out a surprised moan and squeezed Jisung’s bare ass, arching into him when his fingers ghosted over his chest. Jisung was delighted by how responsive Minho was and fought back a grin when the older man moaned pathetically at a light pinch to his nipples. He didn’t say anything as his lips trailed to Minho’s jaw, just continued to manipulate his body until the bulge pressing against his ass was entirely unignorable. His own dick was rock hard as he licked and sucked on Minho’s neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of spit behind.

He was careful not to leave any marks above the collar for Minho’s sake but he certainly didn’t shy away from trying to fluster him. “Beautiful…” He whispered as he pulled back to admire the red mark on Minho’s shoulder. Immediately, the man beneath him flushed red, giving him another surge of courage. “I like when you blush for me.”

“I thought you were a bottom.” Minho retorted, afraid to lose the upper hand.

“Are bottoms not allowed to appreciate the effect they have on tops?” He rolled his eyes, pinching Minho’s nipples again and earning another weak moan.

“Whatever…” He mumbled, watching as Jisung leaned down to lick his chest. It was then that he noticed just how hard the younger man was. His cock was an angry red as it strained between them and Minho saw that as his opportunity to take control again. He’d planned on caving and telling Jisung to just blow him already, but seeing his stiff cock made him rethink that plan. Instead, he wrapped one hand around Jisung’s dick while the other gave his ass a rough squeeze. Jisung’s hips canted forwards in response and he made a small noise as he lapped at one of Minho’s nipples while pinching the other.

Both of them were getting pathetic after a few minutes of this back and forth, Jisung lightly biting Minho’s nipples and Minho tugging Jisung’s dick in response. Jisung refused to give in. He couldn’t let Minho fuck him without first getting a taste of his beautiful cock.

Finally, Minho surrendered. “Just fucking blow me already, Jisung, oh my god.” He groaned, both frustrated and unbelievably turned on. How had he gotten so worked up from a twink toying with his nipples?

Because it’s not just any twink, it’s Jisung.

“Thank fuck. I was going crazy.” Jisung laughed breathlessly and quickly moved down the bed, lapping up the smear of precum he’d left on Minho’s belly. He quickly removed Minho’s sweats and bit his lip when his dick sprung free and slapped against the very same area he’d just licked. “Now that I’m getting a closer look, every inch of you is beautiful…” he mused, wrapping a hand around the base and looking up at Minho through his lashes.

“Shut up…” Minho grumbled, flustered at how quickly Jisung had turned the tables. No, Jisung didn’t plan to top, but the fact that he had Minho in shambles was borderline terrifying to Minho. It wasn’t rare for him to be at the mercy of another but it was extremely rare for him to be this much of a mess, especially just from foreplay.

“I don’t wanna.” Jisung hummed, giving a gentle squeeze as he licked the tip. He took note of the way Minho’s lips parted further in a silent gasp. “I like playing with you.” He grinned and Minho felt something jump inside him. “Maybe it’s the brat in me but I wanna be a tease. I think it’s cute seeing you like this after how rough you were last night.”

“You’re gonna regret this next time, Ji- oh fuck-” he couldn’t finish his sentence as the younger man swallowed him whole. Jisung’s mouth felt perfect, like it was made for sucking cock - his cock. Warm, wet, and able to take his full length without gagging. It was dizzying.

Jisung felt pride swell in his chest as he looked up through his lashes and saw Minho’s jaw already hanging slack. His hand moved from Minho’s dick to knead at the soft flesh of his thigh, nose pressing against his pelvis, and he heard a low groan above him. God he’d wanted this for so long…

He felt a hand in his hair and swallowed as Minho held him in place. “Fuck, Ji…” he all but hissed at the way Jisung’s throat constricted around him. To make things more difficult for Minho, Jisung shook his head and the older man’s body went rigid. He hollowed his cheeks as he pulled off for air, sucking hard until he finally released him with a pop. “Where the fuck did you learn that?” Minho asked breathlessly.

Jisung was practically glowing at that point, about to lose his own mind over the way Minho was reacting to him. It was such a simple motion and he’d never known anyone to go insane over it so the fact that Minho, the hard-to-get man he’d wanted to bang since the moment they met, was already about to go feral was more than a little gratifying.

“Probably the internet.” He shrugged and licked a fat stripe from the base to the tip before pausing. “And I thought I told you not to call me Ji last night.”

“I’m sorry I blanked when you put my whole dick in your mouth?” Minho sounded incredulous and Jisung just laughed as his tongue swirled around the tip. “How is that the thing on your mind when you’ve got me balls deep in your fucking face?”

“Well maybe I want you to use my full name. I already told you I like it.” He huffed adorably before suckling on the side. He grinned at the soft gasp he earned and briefly sucked on his balls before peppering kisses all the way back to the tip.

Minho allowed his eyes to slip shut as Jisung flicked his tongue back and forth over the underside of the head. Despite having gone six rounds last night and being utterly exhausted, Minho was still unbelievably horny. He wanted to stay in bed with Jisung all day, fucking like rabbits and only stopping for water, but he couldn’t and it was frustrating him. How was he supposed to get this out of his system in time for work?

Jisung took advantage of Minho’s lack of attention and took him all the way once more, internally cheering at the choked gasp that came from above him. This time, though, he didn’t stay in place very long. He pulled back to the tip, only to swallow him whole once more. He repeated his actions, bobbing his head rhythmically to earn a symphony of surprisingly pitiful moans. What happened to the demanding man who took control of Jisung’s body and damn near forced compliance the night before?

Jisung’s thoughts wandered further and his fingers moved of their own accord. At first, they teased Minho’s balls, enhancing the heavenly sensation that he was experiencing. Then, when he was entirely relaxed despite being so high strung, they traveled further and ghosted over his hole. Immediately, Minho grabbed Jisung’s wrist to stop him as a strange tingle of anxiety slithered up his spine. “Don’t.” He croaked weakly, eyes opening just enough to find Jisung’s gaze.

He wasn’t afraid of bottoming, he’d bottomed plenty of times in the past and loved every second of it. But he couldn’t bottom for Jisung. Not when he wanted to maintain control. Something inside of him needed to be in control when it came to the man currently kitten-licking the tip of his dick. He needed to be the one in charge so Jisung could take a break from the pressure of having to be the boss and just relax. He had to take care of him, not the other way around.

“One day.” Jisung hummed as soon as he pulled off to breathe. He was entirely unbothered by Minho’s protest, not seeing the nervousness in the older man’s expression. He wasn’t all that serious about getting Minho to bottom for him but if he decided he wanted to, he knew he could. He always got his way in the end.

Minho responded only with a scoff as he released Jisung’s wrist, melting back into the pillows when the younger relented. The hand on his dick forced away every thought that wasn’t about Jisung or what he was doing and his eyes closed once more. Again, Jisung used the opportunity to catch him by surprise and reached up to pinch his nipple as he suckled on the head of his cock.

Minho’s pathetic sound made his dick twitch and he groaned around the cock in his mouth, eyes rolling back. Part of him hated how hot this was because he feared he may never be this attracted to anyone else ever again.

His thoughts were disrupted by Minho’s hand tangling in his hair and shoving him down on his dick. They both moaned weakly as Minho guided Jisung’s head, body jerking each time his nipples were so much as grazed. He was somewhat disappointed when Jisung’s fingers left his chest but he was quickly pacified by the way his balls were fondled.

Minho felt the heat pooling in his belly begin to spread through his entire body as he got closer to the edge. His face and chest were flushed a pretty rose color as his pulse thrummed in his ears. He was so fucking close. He just needed…

“Jisung-” Minho groaned as he grabbed the younger man’s hand and pulled it back up his body. Jisung immediately understood and would’ve smirked if not for the dick in his mouth. Minho was cute when he was desperate.

However, he decided to be a tease. He pretended not to know what was being asked of him and raked his nails down Minho’s chest, watching with glee as the older man shuddered. “Don’t- ah- don’t do this…” Minho practically whined and Jisung felt his dick throb. “You know what I meant.”

“Do I?” He asked as soon as he pulled off. Okay, maybe he did want a little control. Who could blame him though? Minho was quiet, lethal. And currently, he was a fucking mess over a blow job.

“Jisung…” He frowned, annoyed at the way he was being toyed with.

“What?” He feigned innocence, fingertips tracing random shapes on Minho’s side.

“You know what I want.”

“Mm I do.” He hummed with a smug grin. “But I wanna hear you say it.”

“Don’t make me beg you, Jisung, I already have to suck up to you at work.”

He seemed close to throwing a tantrum and Jisung huffed in amusement. He finally knew how to get under Minho’s skin. Minho, the only man who could tame Jisung’s brattiness, wanted instant gratification and hated begging. Jisung wasn’t the only selfish one.

“You know, I didn't intend to make you beg, I was just having fun messing with you. But now that you’ve given me the idea, I think I wanna hear you beg for me.” Who knows if I’ll be in any position of power like this again? Gotta milk this while I can. He added mentally.

Everything was silent for a moment and when Minho didn’t immediately give in, Jisung swallowed his disappointment and hurriedly wrapped his lips back around the gorgeous cock before him. At least he’d still gotten to blow him and would finally know what he tasted like. But his hands still didn’t move and Minho’s resolve crumbled quickly.

Okay, just this once…

“Jisung, please…” his voice was almost undetectable but Jisung managed to pick up on it and worked a little faster. “I’m so fucking close, I just need-” he cut himself off and tugged at Jisung’s hands again, disappointment painted on his face when he still didn’t get what he wanted. “I need you to do it again, Jisung. Please. It’s not the same if I do it myself. It feels fucking amazing when you do it and I’m gonna cum if you do it again.” He hated begging but he needed the stimulation.

Jisung was frozen in place, pupils blown wide with lust as he looked up at Minho’s humiliated expression. He’d spent months trying to get Minho to say a nice word to him and now he was begging for mercy. “Was that so hard?” He teased as he reached up and twisted both of Minho's nipples, earning a glare despite the obvious pleasure showing on his face.

“Shut up…” he mumbled before another yelp was pulled from him when Jisung pinched him again, lips ghosting over the tip of his dick. “Oh fuck- keep doing that, oh my god, I’m so fucking close.” The begging was effortless and shameless this time, though he knew he’d regret it later.

Finally satisfied with Minho’s response, Jisung pressed his tongue into the slit before looking up at him. “Cum for me. I just know you’re gonna look so pretty…”

Humiliated by Jisung’s words but too close to ecstasy to argue, Minho complied. He let go, arching into Jisung’s touch as he came undone. White hot pleasure flooded his body, like lava in his veins as his entire body jerked with the force of his orgasm.

Jisung was quick to catch everything in his mouth, moaning loudly at the taste. He continued to toy with Minho’s nipples and give his full attention to the pulsing cock in his mouth until the older man had to push him away as he quickly became overstimulated. Jisung reluctantly released the man beneath him and got up on his knees, opening his mouth to show that he’d swallowed everything.

Minho lay panting as Jisung forced his way into his arms and they both spoke at the same time.

“That was so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

“If you play with me like that again, I’m ruining you.”

Minho could take neither the teasing nor the praise Jisung seemed so eager to dole out. Jisung was thrilled to have gotten under his skin. Neither of them wanted to let this go, but for very different reasons.

Jisung was surprised at the hostility he sensed and froze just as Minho wrapped his arms around him. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away. You were clearly flustered the entire time and then I lost all common sense and kept pushing until you begged.”

“Shut up.”

“No, I want to apologize. I was doing too much. I mean, you never so much as hinted at wanting me to finger fuck you and I was about to. I was entirely dazed and let myself lose control.”

“Oh my god, Jisung, stop talking. Just give me a minute to think.” Minho squeezed his arms around Jisung to emphasize his point as he regained clarity.

Jisung went quiet and watched Minho’s face as he processed what had just happened. He was starting to feel guilty. He was used to being coaxed into begging, being forced to submit in every way imaginable. He doubted Minho had ever submitted once in his life. His personality was just so dominant and he was clearly well-versed in taming brats like Jisung.

“I have never experienced anything like that.” Jisung felt his fears being confirmed and averted his gaze but listened, bracing himself for the chastisement. “It was humiliating to be put in that role by you of all people.” His heart sank further and he prepared to back away, hands already pressing on Minho's chest. “I’ve bottomed plenty of times, though never for someone I’ve previously topped, and I’ve never had such a mind-blowing orgasm.” Wait. Pause. He wasn’t mad? “Consider this your warning: if you try to make that a regular thing, I will make you pay.” Oh. Maybe he was… “But right now I’m gonna fuck you because holy shit, babe.” He finished, groaning as he buried his face in Jisung’s neck and took a deep breath of his scent.

“You’re…not mad?” He asked quietly, already tipping his head back to bare his throat to the older.

“I’m too fucking horny to be mad right now.” The way his voice dipped made Jisung’s dick twitch back to life. The fear of having fucked up had killed his boner but all it took was one soft bite below his earlobe and his raging hard-on was back. “I’m still gonna make a mess of you but don’t think too hard about it. It’s not a punishment. I’m just fucked up right now, baby.”

He simply nodded in response and let Minho flip them over, sighing when his back hit the sheets. He was still naked from the night before so their dicks rubbed deliciously against each other while Minho attacked his neck and he couldn’t stifle a moan. Seeing his reaction to the simple touch, Minho reached between them and took both of their cocks in one hand, slowly stroking them together as he sucked a mark into Jisung’s shoulder. He was dumbfounded by how hard he still was after how hard he came but he certainly wasn’t mad about it.

Another soft moan tumbled from Jisung’s lips and Minho pulled back to look down at him, rolling his hips for more friction. Jisung’s eyes were already closed, his lips parted as his breathing grew ragged. Minho hadn’t taken the time to fully appreciate him last night, having only wanted to force him into submission and fuck the attitude right out of him. Now that he was looking at him… “You’re so pretty, baby…” he whispered, watching as Jisung’s cheeks flushed pink.

The younger man opened his eyes and pouted adorably at the compliment. “Shut up.” He whined and Minho laughed.

“Oh come on, we both know you thrive on praise just like you lose your damn mind over being degraded.” He rolled his eyes and Jisung froze. He wasn’t sure how to act now. Last night, Minho had absolutely wrecked him, broken him down in a matter of minutes, but now he was seeing an entirely different side of him and was confused. “Take the compliment so we can move on.”

Jisung nodded slowly, cautiously, and frowned as Minho released their cocks. He was on the verge of protest when Minho pressed their lips together in a surprisingly gentle kiss and allowed his hands to ghost up Jisung’s sides. He gasped against Minho's lips, hands flying to his shoulders.

He eagerly parted his lips when he felt Minho's tongue seeking entrance, one hand sliding to tangle in the older man’s silky tresses. Minho’s hands wandered as his tongue explored Jisung’s mouth, catching a taste of himself just before he retreated. He wanted to make out but there was a more pressing issue to attend to.

Jisung frowned when Minho pulled away but his disappointment was quickly replaced with a dizzying wave of desire as kisses were trailed down his body. His dick was already leaking at the thought of what could happen next and he shuddered when he felt soft kisses pressed to his hips. Minho’s next statement made his whole body threaten to shut down.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw your picture. Wanted to suck your dick, eat you out if you’d let me. God, I could do that for hours…”

Jisung shuddered at Minho’s words and the way his warm breath fanned across his dick. He desperately wanted that. But he knew they were running out of time. “Next time.” He moaned breathily. “When we don’t have anywhere to be, you can take as long as you want with me.” He assured him, nodding enthusiastically. He wished they could afford to do it right then but he knew better.

“Already planning to spend the night with me again?” Minho teased, half expecting Jisung to clam up at the realization that he’d been caught making plans.

“Is that an invitation? Cause I’ll show up if you’re serious.” Jisung lifted his head, looking down just in time to see Minho licking his lips. Their gazes met and Jisung stifled a gasp at the intensity he saw in Minho's eyes.

“You better take your ass home and pack a bag after work because you won’t be leaving until Monday morning if you intend to show up at my door tonight.” He only broke eye contact to duck his head, lips pressing briefly to the tip of Jisung’s cock. “I’ll take my time going down on you and eating your sweet ass. Make you cum so many times you black out. You won’t be able to leave the bed even if you want to because your legs won’t work.”

Holy shit… His whole body lit up as he let out a weak moan, the tantalizing burn of arousal tingling through every inch of him. The thought alone made his eyes roll back and his toes curl. I’ll eat your ass too, if you let me.

“What’s that, baby?”

“Hmm?” Jisung was entirely dazed, imagining how their weekend would go, and hadn’t realized he’d spoken his thoughts.

“You said something.”

“Oh.” His cheeks flushed red as he came back to reality, no longer entirely dazed due to his own mortification. Had he really said that out loud? “It’s not important.”

“Tell me.” Minho’s voice was sultry as he coaxed the younger man, lips ghosting over Jisung’s hips while one hand slowly worked his cock.

“But-”

“Please?” Jisung whimpered at Minho’s pleading expression, suddenly hating that he’d managed to get Minho to beg earlier because now he was weaponizing it.

“I-I said I’d do the same if you’d let me…” He mumbled, cheeks blazing. He looked anywhere but at the man between his legs, worried he’d be upset after warning Jisung against toying with him.

Minho could only laugh, pressing his lips to Jisung’s thigh after a moment. “You’re persistent. Do you really wanna top me that bad?”

“Yes- I mean no…I dunno, maybe?” He whined, wiggling under Minho's touch. “It's hard to think when you’re playing with my dick.” He huffed.

“Should I stop?”

“No!” He hated how panicked he sounded.

“That’s what I thought.” Minho chuckled and nipped at his thigh, earning a whimper. “We can finish that conversation tonight. Right now, I need to…” his voice trailed off and he licked up the vein that ran along the underside of Jisung’s dick.

“Yes. Yes, you do- oh my god.” Jisung let his head fall back into the pillows and tangled a hand in Minho's hair as he wrapped his lips around the head. He tugged gently at the silky locks, trying to guide Minho to take more of him, but didn’t force it when he felt resistance.

Minho’s approach was to focus on the tip while his hands worked the rest. He couldn’t throat dick as well as Jisung. He knew he actually had a gag reflex, even if only a mild one, so he opted to take a more teasing approach.

He sucked hard and Jisung made a pathetic noise, back arching slightly. Satisfied with the reaction, he pulled off to kiss and suck along the side instead. The barely-audible whine of protest had him digging his thumb into the slit in an attempt to quell Jisung’s neediness.

Jisung’s hips jerked back in response in a feeble attempt to keep his composure. A small yelp tumbled from his lips, morphing into a moan when Minho sucked on his balls. A knot settled in the pit of his belly and he knew he wouldn’t last long, especially if Minho was about to do what he thought.

He allowed his legs to be pushed up, quickly hooking them over the older man’s shoulders when prompted, and felt as if he was sinking further into the bed upon feeling Minho’s tongue flatten against his hole. “Please…” He let out a reedy moan, tugging at Minho's hair as he tried his damndest to hold still. He felt nails biting into his skin as his ass was squeezed with one hand and his dick throbbed in Minho's grasp.

Each pass of Minho’s tongue made his body more tense as he fought to remain composed. It was damn near impossible with the onslaught of pleasure. After what felt like eternity but could only have been a couple minutes, he felt Minho pull back a bit. He whined but was quickly pacified when he felt a long finger pressing into him.

The older man seemed frenzied as he worked Jisung open, the lewd sounds of Minho sucking one of the prettiest dicks he’d ever seen filling the room and making them both hotter. He wanted to slow down but he was entranced, hellbent on making the younger cum before he actually fucked him.

Jisung’s breathing was labored as Minho sucked harshly on the tip while pumping two fingers inside him, occasionally curling them to brush against his prostate. He was embarrassingly close to letting go despite Minho barely doing anything. It had been less than five minutes and his legs were already shaking. So he declared that.

“Oh fuck- ‘m so close-” he cried, pulling at Minho’s hair while his free hand bunched up the sheets.

Minho pulled off for a moment, curling his fingers to make up for the absence of his mouth, and took in Jisung’s expression. His eyes were squeezed shut, his brows drawn down, and his pillowy lips hung open in a small “o” shape. “Then cum for me, baby.” He urged, his voice strained.

Jisung needed no further convincing and the second Minho's lips were back around the head of his cock, his back arched off the bed before his entire body jerked as the band in his belly finally snapped. The sounds he let out were worthy of being recorded and shared with the world. His dick throbbed as ropes of hot cum filled Minho’s mouth and he made a pathetic noise at the thought of Minho swallowing everything.

Minho did just that, groaning at the taste as he drained every last drop from Jisung. As Jisung came down from his high, Minho peppered kisses along his hips, earning soft gasps every few seconds. There was that urge not to leave the bed again…

Finally, he pulled back. Jisung whimpered in dismay at the loss of contact, his bleary eyes opening slowly. He wanted more. He watched as the older man started to get up and frowned. “Minho-”

“Wait.” His voice was soft as he delivered the simple command and Jisung’s mouth instantly snapped shut. His eyes followed Minho as he crawled to the edge of the bed and plucked the bottle of lube from where it had been dropped on the floor the previous night.

Jisung felt a rush of arousal at the sight of the bottle and his teeth began to weather his bottom lip in anticipation as memories flooded his mind. He wanted nothing more than to be filled. He could feel the ghost of Minho's touch as he recalled the events of the night before and he found himself fighting the urge to drag Minho back on top of him.

Minho was quick to settle on his knees between Jisung’s legs, uncapping the bottle and squeezing a ridiculous amount into his palm. “You’re a menace, Han Jisung.” He groaned as he spread the lube all over his dick. Jisung pouted at that but didn’t get a chance to ask why Minho was being mean again. “I came six times last night, I shouldn’t be so worked up.”

Jisung’s disappointment quickly shifted to pride and he couldn’t stifle the soft laugh that slipped out. “I’m a menace? Maybe you’re just desperate.” He quipped, expecting a retort full of fake venom. That’s not what he got though.

“Oh I definitely am. I’ve wanted a piece of you since before we actually met.” He admitted as he squeezed a little more lube onto his fingers and pressed them against Jisung’s entrance, massaging. Jisung’s eyes widened briefly before they rolled back and he let out a withering moan. Minho smirked, satisfied with the reaction. As soon as the words left his mouth, he’d been worried that Jisung would hold it over him. Instead, the younger man simply keened.

While Jisung was distracted, Minho took the opportunity to press the head of his thick cock to his hole. Eyes that had slipped shut were suddenly wide open and full of want. Seeing just how desperate Jisung was becoming, Minho refrained from pushing in and leaned down instead. His messy hand wrapped around Jisung’s dick as their lips met, eating up the frustrated noise the younger let out.

“Minho…” he moaned into the kiss, hands naturally coming to rest on Minho’s shoulders. The slide of their lips lit a fire under his skin and his toes curled. He tried to wiggle his way onto Minho's cock and made a distressed noise when he couldn’t. “Put it in. Please?” He whined, pulling back to make eye contact.

What he saw made his heart race. Minho looked at him with wonder and admiration, so many unspoken praises behind his eyes. He looked at Jisung as if he’d hung the stars in the sky. At least, that’s what Jisung interpreted it as.

“You’re cute when you’re desperate.” He teased, no malice present in his tone. His voice sounded sweet, like honey.

“Please…” Jisung whispered, something catching in his throat and rendering him incapable of uttering anything more. Maybe he was delusional, maybe it was just the sex, but he swore he saw affection somewhere in that gaze.

“Adorable.” A lazy smile spread across Minho’s lips as he brought them to meet Jisung’s once more and guided his length into the younger man. They ate up each other’s sounds, their kisses already drunk and sloppy.

Minho was big and filled Jisung perfectly. Jisung decided on the spot that this was a sign from the universe that they were meant for each other. Who else could make him feel like this? He’d certainly never encountered anyone as perfect as Minho.

Minho began to trail his lips along Jisung’s jaw, burying his face in his neck and taking a deep breath. He felt Jisung clench involuntarily and smirked at the gasp he let out. His tongue darted out, flattening over Jisung’s pulse point, and he groaned at the taste of his sweat. “Every inch of you tastes like heaven, baby…” he whispered in his ear, lips ghosting over his earlobe.

Jisung shuddered at that, Minho’s words and the way he teased his ear sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing down over his body. He couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone string together a sentence. Minho had hit the nail on the head when he said Jisung thrived on praise.

The younger man rocked his hips, desperate for friction. Minho hadn’t moved an inch since he bottomed out and it was driving him insane. “Plea- ah..!” His begging morphed into a pathetic moan as Minho drove him up the bed with a single thrust.

He set a rhythmic pace, going slow so that Jisung could feel every inch of him. It was torture but he loved it. He wanted this to last a while before they had to leave the bed and pretend none of this ever happened in front of his associates.

Jisung’s nails dug into his back and he let out a low groan before attacking his neck with bites and kisses. “You’re driving me fucking insane.” He all but growled, grunting as their hips met with each thrust. “You take me so well, baby. How the fuck am I supposed to act normal at work when I know how good you feel?”

Jisung could only let out a strangled moan as his cock twitched at the dirty talk. His mouth hung open, letting out tiny sounds right beside Minho’s ear each time the headboard met the wall. The neighbors were gonna be sick of him by Monday if they weren’t already…

After a particularly hard thrust, Jisung pressed a palm against the headboard to brace himself while the other continued to claw at Minho’s back. He could feel the knot in his belly getting tighter but he forced it away, wanting to hold on as long as possible. Hands guided his legs around Minho’s waist and he instantly locked his ankles as he attempted to pull him in deeper. “Fuck- it’s so good-” he slurred, head tipping further back when he felt lips on his throat.

“Yeah? You like it, baby?” Jisung’s weak moan was answer enough and Minho fought the urge to leave a mark on his golden skin, not wanting to have to watch him try to explain it later. Instead, he licked over each kiss and let out a guttural noise each time.

His own orgasm was drawing closer but he didn’t want to finish early and have to get Jisung off another way so he paused and pulled back just enough to see the younger man’s flushed face. His expression was that of pure bliss and it made Minho’s cock twitch as need burned through his body. “Stunning…” he whispered before catching Jisung’s lips in a sweet kiss, a strong arm wrapping around him and pulling him impossibly closer.

The praise was intoxicating. He’d been called pretty plenty of times, had men falling at his feet to tell him how beautiful he was, but it was different coming from Minho. More gratifying. Add that to the way their tongues danced, exploring and taking every opportunity to taste as much of each other as possible, and he was on cloud nine. He’d have the worst time trying to focus later…

When they finally parted for air, Jisung rocked his hips. “Please keep going…” he whispered, finally peeking out with half-lidded eyes to see Minho staring intensely at him once more. “I need it.” He added and watched as the older man caved.

Minho captured Jisung’s lips once more as he resumed his previous actions and greedily drank up the series of moans and whimpers that followed. He worked a bit faster now, almost frenzied as he tried to finish them both off. His head was spinning and his pulse was racing as his orgasm drew closer. He was so fucking close…

“O-oh! There! Just like that! Oh my god ‘m gonna cum-” Jisung’s cries only pushed him closer to the edge and he nodded as he buried his face in his neck.

“That’s right, baby, let go. Cum for me, angel.” Minho’s coaching was the last straw for Jisung and he let out a wail as a blistering orgasm wracked his body. His body shuddered with each shockwave of pleasure, nails biting into Minho’s back. He let out a symphony of sounds, each one prettier than the last, and Minho knew immediately that he would become addicted to this.

Even in the midst of his orgasm, Jisung thought of Minho. He knew the older man was right on the edge and he wanted to get him there faster. He wanted to help him finish. Mostly, though, he wanted to be filled with cum.

He was subtle with his motions and Minho thought he was simply clinging to him but his intentions became obvious when he felt both hands on his chest. “Ji…” he whispered, lips already parting in a silent moan despite his best efforts.

His hips stuttered and his thrusts grew sloppy when Jisung began toying with his nipples like before. He muttered something about Jisung being a tease and finally sank his teeth into his shoulder as the knot in his belly unraveled. He bit and sucked on the sweat-slick skin there, dead set on leaving another mark.

A particularly rough twist made him cry out against Jisung’s skin as he emptied himself. His whole body was on fire as he came and began to slow down. Jisung let out a soft whine at the sensation of Minho’s cum inside him and immediately slipped his arms around his neck while his legs pulled him in deeper, holding onto him for dear life.

Minho's hot breath on his skin made him even more reluctant to let go of him, so he didn’t. He held him in place as they gasped for air, stars dancing behind their eyes. Finally, Jisung broke the silence.

“I don’t wanna go to work.” He groaned in annoyance as he reluctantly loosened his grip on Minho.

Minho didn’t answer right away, too preoccupied with littering lazy kisses along Jisung’s collarbone and jaw as he whispered more praises. When he did respond, however, it was exactly what Jisung anticipated. “Unfortunately, we have to.” He glanced at the clock and sighed. “We have less than an hour to get ready. We should shower so we aren’t late.” He groaned, reflecting Jisung’s annoyance.

“I guess.” He sighed but made no move to push Minho off him. “I’m gonna be thinking about this all day.”

“Me too.” Minho grinned and kissed him briefly, rocking his hips teasingly and swallowing the moan he earned. “Come on. We’ve got all weekend to do this.” He whispered finally, lips never parting from Jisung’s until he began to force himself out of bed.

The weekend couldn’t get here fast enough…

[slasherfckr]

Hello! I just wanted to say I love everything that you have written, but my favorite, and the one I'm hoping to get a part two for, is the Thomas Hewitt x reader where the rest of the Hewitt family dies, and the reader takes Thomas in. It's really really good! I love the way that you have written it! Maybe for part two it can be the reader taking Thomas clothing shopping for the first time? Or to see a movie in theaters? They seem like things that he wouldn't have done for a long time, if ever.

Well now that you mention it, I have part 2 right here actually ☺️😅

-Part 1 can be found here

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Thomas Hewitt x afab!Reader - Found Family (pt 2 of the Modern Living)

Just gonna call it Found Family from now on

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You found a man in the middle of a horrible car accident in the middle of nowhere in Texas...and against your better judgement, you took him home and patched him up as best you could. You fed him dinner and found an outfit that just barely fit him. You knew taking in a stranger was insanely stupid and dangerous but you couldn't help but feel sorry for him...

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After a few nights, you figured you could trust the man. At least a little bit. If he was going to rob you or harm you in anyway, you figured he would have done it already. He was so much bigger than you, he could have snapped you in half like a twig if he felt like it. You couldn't trust him completely, though, so you stayed out from the bakery until you felt you could trust him alone in your apartment by himself.

This particular morning, you were woken up earlier than usual by the sound of your TV. After quickly getting something decent on, you went out to your living room and found Thomas on the couch watching the morning news. Something about numerous murders in the area or something. Basically the same old stuff that was usually on the Dallas News. Though, it was odd to be reporting murders this early in the day. They usually did that in the evenings....

Shrugging off the odd feeling, you went and started making some french toast for the both of you. Today you were taking Thomas out clothes shopping before you put him to work in your shop. You weren't sure how Thomas was going to feel, though. When you first met him and took him back to your place, he seemed extremely uneasy once you two hit the big city. It was like it was the first time he'd been in such a big place before.

It wasn't long before breakfast was done, and so you called Thomas to come and eat. Except he didn't move an inch from the couch. You called his name again and still no movement from the man. You carefully walked over to him and saw his eyes fixed on the TV, his fists clenched so tightly you could see slight amounts of blood trickling out from where his nails dug into his palms.

"Oh my God, Thomas! Hold on lemme help..." You went to the kitchen and grabbed a clean rag and ran it under some cold water. Coming back, you went to open up his hands but you must have startled the man because he flinched and pulled his arm away from you. He looked down at you and that's when you noticed he didn't have his mask on. You also immediately noticed the anger and hatred that filled his eyes. You had no idea what you could have done to piss him off

That's when you remembered the TV. The news moved onto the next topic by this point but you remember they said there had been a few murders.

"Those deaths...that wasn't anyone you knew...was it?" He wouldn't look at you at this point and had already opened up his fists so you could clean up the little blood that was on his hands. He had never spoken a single word to you, only signed stuff when he needed to say something, but you swore you could have heard a soft "yes" come from his mouth.

You felt your stomach drop. Was that why he was alone that night? His family or whoever had died? You tried your hardest to focus on cleaning up his hands but it was almost impossible. So many thoughts were running through your head. You somehow managed to finish and got up to go toss the rag into your laundry hamper.

You came back and immediately sat next to Thomas. You didn't know him very well but you could tell he was going through something. If that was his family on the news, he didn't deserve to grieve alone like this. You scooted next to him very carefully and gently put one of your hands on top of his. He looked over at you.

"You know, I was going to take you out to do some clothes shopping since you don't have anything. But I can see you're going through something. I don't know who that was on the news but you obviously knew them. I know what its like to lose someone. I...I lost my parents when I was 8. If you...need anything just let me know okay? Would you like a hug at all?"

Thomas didn't move for a minute before his huge arms suddenly embraced you. You thought you were either going to pass out or your head was going to pop off due to how tight he was squeezing you. You tried your best to bring your arms up to hug him back but it was futile. They were stuck to your sides. You couldn't even move them to tap out. Though, to say you didn't enjoy this would be a lie. Your head was right on his chest and you could hear his heart beating. If you weren't struggling to breathe, you actually wouldn't mind being like this for a good while

Thomas eventually caught on to your squirming and let go. You took a few much needed breaths as he did. You looked up at him and saw his eyes were a bit wider than usual. Guess he was afraid he squashed you a little too much? You laughed.

"Don't worry. I'm fine. Hmm...since clothes shopping has to wait til another day, would you like to just have a lazy day and watch some movies? I can go down to the bakery and snag some sweet treats for us to share."

His eyes lit up at the mention of stealing getting some treats from the bakery. You smiled as you got up and went over to the big cabinet by the TV. You opened it and looked to Thomas.

"Okay so its settled then. A movie night. Come pick out a few movies for us to watch. I'll go down and get some sweets for us and then order some pizza too when I come back. Alright?"

Thomas nodded as you went off to go score some cupcakes or something from the bakery. When you came back, you saw Thomas had picked out at least 5 movies. Though you were a little disappointed to see he had put his mask back on. That reminded you, though, that you needed to get that thing washed.

You saw that they were a wide range of movies, ranging from horror classics like The Thing to family friendly classics like Wizard of Oz. You absolutely loved a good John Carpenter movie so of course you picked that one up first to put in. It wasn't until you got to the intro of the movie that you realized you didn't know how well Thomas handled horror and gore. He could easily be given numerous weeks worth of nightmares from the next movie on the list, "A Nightmare on Elm Street"

You paused the movie.

"Sorry, sorry! I completely forgot to ask...do you handle horror movies well? You picked out a couple that kind of get pretty gorey. Like, I know you picked them out and that should be an indicator that you know but I still got to ask. I had a friend say they handle really graphic movies well then freak out during Hellraiser. I just don't want to get you freaked out tonight or anything, ya know?"

Thomas gave a nod and signed he was fine with horror. You sighed with relief and resumed the movie. The rest of the night went great. Thomas was right. He had no problem with the horror movies. In fact, it seemed like he was amazed with not just the horror movies but ALL the movies he picked. It was like....

"Hey Thomas? Have you ever seen a movie before? Like. A movie movie? Not a cartoon on TV that you usually watch in the mornings. Was this your first time watching a movie?"

You were a little shocked when he signed back that it was his first time. He's never seen a movie before???

"If its your first time seeing a movie then I wonder what else you've never gotten to do. We'll check later. As for now, I gotta get some sleep because I have to be up early to get back to the bakery....I've missed too many days already. Goodnight Thomas."

You were about to walk away when Thomas all of a sudden grabbed your hand and pulled you down onto him, causing you to fall onto his lap. He quickly braced you in another bear hug. You could actually move and breathe this time so you gave him the biggest hug you could give back.

"What's this for?" You laughed a little

Thomas didn't say or sign anything. He just kept hugging you. After a minute, he let you go before signing a simple Thank You.

You smiled and nodded to him before going to your room. You knew you shouldn't be getting so comfortable with a man you met just two weeks ago but you couldn't help it. He was sweet and after what happened today, you couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for him. The man had just lost his family when you met him. You couldn't just let him go out on his own. You were all he had as far as you knew. Tonight you were gonna get some sleep, tomorrow you could work on digging into his background a bit more.

[lexawoah13]

How to Exit a Room preview

Here’s a little snippet from the fix I’ve been writing. It’s taken from the middle of it so don’t worry there’s a bit of intro coming. Anyways let me know what you think and if you wanna be added to a tag list when I actually start posting

The majority of people leave and as the life of this party is dying, Beomgyu jumps at the opportunity to start his favourite game. “7 MINUTES TIME!” He shouts out and the crowd cheers, everyone migrating to the central couches where Beomgyu is standing. Beomgyu names himself “game master” giving him full control of the entire game. Because this isn’t your basic game of 7 minutes in heaven. No no. This frat had their own version combining it with truth or dare.

“For the rules! I’ll pick a couple to enter the room, and then said couple will pick a truth or a dare” he wiggles his eyebrows as he says dare, hinting at the contents of those dares, “from this hat” shaking the TΡΦ crested ball hat, in from of him “said task to be completed during your 7 minutes together and require some proof” These can be anything from learning each others fantasies to straight up fucking.” That's both the fun and the risk of this mishmashed game.

Of course Beomgyu being the good Fraternity Brother he is, he knows that Soobin is dying for a chance to be with you and decides to make his current dream a reality.

"Soobin and y/n you'll be our first lucky pairing of the night. Now would one of you pick your dare and show it to me please?" he looks at you coyly, a giant smirk plastered in his face.

"oh yeah, not obvious at all Choi... your wing man can't even wait a couple rounds before throwing us in" you tease elbowing him in the ribs. Soobin however is death glaring Beomgyu and so is every other female in the room. You can feel the words thrown at and about you but honestly can't find a fuck to give. If anything it was hilarious just how desperate they all were for 7 minutes 1 minute of Soobin's attention. You walk up and pull out your dare. Surprise and smugness fills you as you read it. Passing it to Beomgyu to read, his jaw slightly drops open and then tells that proof will be required to say it was completed. "and what kind of proof is that?" Soobin asks, still clueless to the dare. "ummm, a photo, video...clothing....? you can figure it out! OFF YOU GO!" he pushes at your shoulders to guide you towards the room.

Of course this frat has a whole Bedroom dedicated to shit like this. No, not a closet for the sacred game of 7 minutes in heaven, but a fully equipped room, bed and all.

"oh wow.... romantic'' you remark sarcastically

"Sorry I know… but if it makes you feel any better those sheets are clean..."

"and how would you know they're clean? What if someones already been in here tonight."

Scratching the back of his neck, Soobin looks away from you and says "well because, this is my room..."

"oh... OH"

"sorry, it's not what you think but I'd rather bring you in here than that actual room.. plus we can just talk or whatever you feel like doing"

"oh no President Choi... you have a dare to complete. Can't let your frat bros know you failed can we?" you feign offense with sarcasm and a wink.

"What was the dare anyways?"

"To eat me out" you say flatly

"WHAT?! let me see" he slightly panics and holds his hand out for the paper.

“ is it really that unbelievable? it's your game after all..."

"god I'm sorry, seriously we don't have to do any-"

"Wait, so you're not even gonna try?” you taunt “really? what will you "brothers" say?"air quoting brothers.

"honestly it doesn't matter what they think I'm just enjoying my time with you" he says immediately and you can't help the little butterflies that sprout in your stomach

"You're not even gonna try?" you tease "I thought I was finally gonna get to see what all the hype was about. I mean all I hear about is how good your dick is but I've never heard anything about your head game... makes me wonder"

Licking his lower lip he chuckles at your taunt "I'm great at eating pussy to Y/n. Reaally goood" slowly drawing out the last words

"guess you'll have to prove it" you squint to emphasize it "but it won't be that easy... if you can get me all hot and bothered without getting between my legs for 7 minutes, maybe I'll let you have a taste.." biting your bottom lip you move in closer to grab his shirt "what'd ya say Choi? you gonna show me what you’ve really got?" pulling him down closer to your face

"What's the rules?" he breathes out the words heavily "what can and can't I do?"

"anything from the waist up is fair game, just nothing between my thighs"

"Can I stand between them though?"

"mmmhmmm just no rubbing your cock against me" looking up into his eyes, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

Soobin lets a grunt leave his chest from your words. Picking you up by your thighs, Soobin walks you over to his desk, wrapping your legs around his waist "starting now" he rushes the words before crashing his lips against yours. You open up to him immediately, wanting it just as much as he does. You do however have to play a little hard to get. His tongue fights yours for dominance. Winning rather quickly, and explores every crevice of your mouth.

The kiss is so fucking good, too good, you want to give in right away and he's not even touching you yet. Like not at all. His hands are planted on his desk next to your thighs and you want to whine from his lack of touch. You want him to ravish you, and give in, breaking the one rule you gave him. But god, he was good even without trying. He starts to drift his lips from yours and down your neck, kissing, sucking and leaving marks you know will be there tomorrow but you can't even care as he runs his tongue over each one to soothe the ache.

Unable to hold it back any longer a whine slips from your lips and you hate yourself for it.

chucking into your neck "ahhh needy already bunny? You want me to touch you?"

but being the stubborn bitch you are, you shook your head "nope, don't care...don't care if you touch meeEE-" your voice gets higher as his fingers lightly trace their way up your stomach to the hem of your shirt.

"oh, really... so if i-" removing his fingers from your rib cage and you whine again, not even caring anymore "liar" he laughs again, coming back to your lips. "you ready yet princess or you really gonna play it out?"

"donno what yer talkin' 'bout" you pant against his lips "'m fine"

"that so?" he pulls away from you looking straight into your eyes, knowing he's winning this game. "fine..." his finger traces back up your ribs under your shirt, your breath hitching in your throat as he rubs along the band of your bra. Sliding his fingers around until he reaches the clasps "so this is fine then? you're okay" not breaking eye contact once

'mmmhhhm 's fine" you whine in anticipation for him to snap it off you. you want it off so bad, want him all over you now.

tracing his fingers underneath the clasp and up your spine you instinctively arch your back into him, looking up into his eyes even more so now, no longer breathing as his lips graze yours as he coos “too bad, thought I was getting somewhere with you” he pulls away, fingers ghosting your spine as he pulls away.

“Nnnooo” you whine at the loss of his touch and pull him back in by the front of his shirt, locking your legs around his waist so he can’t escape again.

“Thought you were good Y/N?” He smirks into your kiss

“Fuck Soobin if you don’t take my shirt off right now I swear to god-”

“No problem bunny” pulling away and discarding your shirt in a split second before he’s back on your lips. Hands on your back, at the clasp of your bra. “This to or?” Your bra is snapped off before you can even finish nodding

“christ, You really are a fuckboy”

“Don’t say that” he pouts onto your lips, leaving a quick peck.

“Why it’s fucking true. You had my clothes off in two seconds”

He can’t help the chuckle that escapes his lips “I have some… experience..” he trails off attaching himself to your collarbone

“Yeah, yeah,,. “

Soobin pulls back to study you, looking over every part of your now exposed chest. “God you're beautiful…” massaging your breasts as he works his eyes down to your nipples. Noticing the flash of silver on them, muttering “fuck”under his breath, lowering to be eyelevel with your pierced nipples encased in a skeleton heart. He can feel his cock throb at the sight. Licking his lips before attaching himself to your breast flicking at the jewelry clad bud. Hissing at the sensitivity that shoots through it.

“You’re a boob guy I take it?” panting through his assault on your nipple.

“Mmhhmmm and yours are perfect baby. So so pretty” kitten licking at the bud

“Uughhaaa-you like the piercings then” raking your fingers through his hair, slightly pulling when he nips on the ring.

“So fucking sexy.. Love ‘em” switching to the other bud to share his infatuation with them.

Soobin loved feeling the cold metal against his tongue, contrasting to the heat from your aroused nipple. His cock growing harder by the second from the noises you release as he has his way with your chest. “Yer full of surprises y/n”

“Ahhaha- you think?”

He leaves your chest to return back to your neck. Gently asking against your skin “You gonna give in now or are you gonna keep up this hard act?”

Gripping the hem of his shirt you pull it up, where he finishes taking it off “what do you think?”

“Need to hear you say it bunny, say you want it.” he holds your chin to look up at him, pausing all the previous activities until you say it.

“You’re a dick you know that?”

“Am I? Or are you being a brat?” he smirks knowing he’s got you

“Fuck…I want you” you whisper “want you Soobin”

“What do you want Y/N? Ask nicely”

“Pleaseeee” you mewl “want you, want your tongue on me”

“Be specific bunny”

Groaning you finally say what he wants to hear as you do so “Eat. My. Pussy.” punctuating each word as you slowly guide his hand from your waist down to cup your throbbing mound.

[justwhisperingfantasies]

Girl At The Rock Show 7 - smut +18

Characters: Reader. Jensen Ackles (xreader) Mac (o.c) Mentions of: Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Justin Hartley, Mackenzie Ackles,

Warnings: Fluff, Language, Smut, Drinking, Supernatural Spoilers Maybe, Light BDSM, Dom(ish) Jensen, Belt Fetish, Oral F Receiving, Oral M Receiving, Swallowing Cum, Face Riding, Unprotected Sex (seriously wrap it before you tap it.) Shower Sex, Coming in partner, Talk Of Pregnancy(?), (I think that's it. lmk if i forgot any.)

Summary: Jensen is FINALLY back.

Word count: 6,338

A/N: Part 7!! I'm sorry this took so long. This last week and a half has been rough, but we are through the storm and not looking back. Thank you guys so much for all the support and kind words. You seriously brighten my days. Y'all are amazing 🫶

Hope y'all enjoy it. 💜

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Reader’s P.O.V

You huffed as you looked at your watch. Just gotta get there these last couple charts done (y/n) you thought to yourself. You tried to fill in patient treatments, but you kept losing your focus. Less than 24 hours and you would be back at the airport and back in his arms. Just thinking about it made the butterflies stir up.

You made it halfway home and your phone started to ring.

“Well, hello there Mr. Ackles.”

He chuckled. “Hey sweetheart. You driving home?”

“Yup. About halfway there.”

“Running late today.”

“Yeah. Charts took longer today.” You sighed as you slowed for a red light. “What are you doin’?”

“Nothing. Just standing here at the moment.”

“Well, that’s exciting.”

“Yes, it is.”

“Hmm do I want coffee…”

“Babe its almost 5 o’clock” he paused “there.”

“Point? If I have caffeine now, I can watch more supernatural.”

“Oh, Lord.” He teased.

“Hey y’all wanted this, now deal with it.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He chuckled. “How was your day?”

“Slow and long.” You whined. He chuckled again. “Tomorrow morning is gonna be even worse.”

“Eh it might be better than you think.”

“I doubt it.”

“So, I guess no coffee.”

“No, I just wanna be home.”

“You almost there?”

“Pulling up to the gate. Why?”

“Just askin’.”

Your heart stopped and you stopped the car when you saw it. In your driveway sat a big black Silverado. “Jensen…”

He laughed. “Surprise.”  You pulled your e-brake and jumped out of your car, leaving it in the middle of the road. You didn’t care, the only thing that mattered right now was him. A sudden burst of energy coursed through your veins, and you started to run. Please don’t be a dream you thought. You jumped, your legs and arms wrapped around him as he caught you.  As your arms wrapped around his neck you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Letting out a small squeal as you squeeze. He chuckled. “I missed you too baby.”

He sat you on his open tailgate and kissed your lips. As he tried to back up your hands flew to his sides. Grabbing his shirt and pulling his lips back to yours.

“Do you want Beau to get hit?”

“He’s fine.” He raised his brows. You huffed as you released your grip.

You put your hands next to your hips and started to lift off the tailgate. He stopped you with a kiss. “I’ll get it.” He turned and headed toward your car. You tilted your head and let out a loud whistle as you watched him walk away. He chuckled as he stuck his ass out and swung his hips dramatically from side to side making you laugh.

Jensen’s P.O.V

He scrolled through Netflix, as he lay in her bed. The noise of the running shower was stealing his attention in between the previews. His thumb pushed the buttons but all he could think about was her. Leaning back under the steamy hot water. The water slickening her soft curls as it ran through them. Cascading down the front of her, leaving streaks on those full lips. He bit his lip as he pictured the water dripping off her hardened nipples. The water rippling down over her sexy curves. He felt a twitch in his shaft as he imagined how wet her pussy would be right now. Rolling his hips he fantasized about pinning her against the wall. Feeling her clenching around his cock, how perfect she fit around him.

“Fuck.” He moaned as he rubbed the front of his jeans. He looked over. She did leave the bathroom door open… “You need help getting your back darlin?” he asked leaning up against the sink.

She giggled. “Took you long enough Ackles.”

He stepped in the steamy hot shower. Everything was just as perfect as he imagined it. She was washing the last little bit of shampoo out of her hair. He bit his lip again as he watched.

“You gonna stand there and stare all day?” she asked as she finished.

“I’m just waiting to get your back,” she laughed and wrapped her arms arounds his neck, his wrapping around her waist. Her lips crashed onto his full of desire and need. He felt her slid her hand down his chest, down his stomach, and finding his  erection. A moan escaped his throat as she started stroking him. Pleasure exploding through his entire body. He can feel her smile on his lips.

 Her kisses become more aggressive as she starts pumping faster. A small gasp left her lips as he grabbed her ass and picked her up, a soft moan of his name as he turned and shoved her against the shower wall. Lining his tip up to her entrance he could feel how wet she was for him and his cock surged with anticipation. “Mmmm Baby.” He moaned as he pushed in slowly. God, she was so fucking tight. He waited for the signal, once she moved her hips, he drew his hips back and slid his cock in again. Her lips were back on his, more passion than aggression in her kisses this time. He began thrusting his hips at a steady pace. He was barely able to contain his climax as her walls squeezed him, as he watched her head lift while she moaned his name again, feeling her fingers tightening in his hair.

As he thrusted faster, he could her walls begin to quiver. “Jensen, I’m gonna.” She couldn’t even get the words out. He pumped into her as hard and fast as he could chasing her sweet release.

“Come on baby, I wanna feel you come.”  She got tighter and tighter. Wetter and wetter. His name left her lips again as her pussy throbbed around him. He couldn’t hold it anymore. With a loud grunt he pushed in one last time and pulled out, His lips captured hers as his thick seed shot all over the wall below her. She wrapped her arms around him again as she rested her forehead on his. He had never experienced such intense emotions until now. His return, being in her presence again made it clear to him that he was in love. He pushed his lips onto hers before those three little words slipped out.

Reader’s P.O.V

“Truck or Beau.” He asked as you shut the front door behind you.

“Truck.” You decided.

He raised his eyebrows. “Alright cowgirl.” He walked you over to the passenger side with his arm around you. He opened the door, “Hop in.” he said putting his hand out to help you.

“Where do you want to eat?” he asked as he started his truck.

“You pick.” You said putting your open hand across the arm rest. He took it and laced his fingers through yours.

“Ok then you pick the music.” He said disconnecting his Bluetooth.

“Deal.” You said connecting yours. You hit shuffle play. If Tomorrow Never Comes by Garth Brooks starts to play. He sings along as he backed into the street making your heart flutter. A smile on your face as you watch him.

“What?” He asked as he caught you.

“Nothin, Ackles. Just happy.” You confessed,

He smiled then raised your hand to his lip and kissed your knuckles. “Me too sweetheart.”

As he goes straight through the round-a-bout the song ends, and his Simple Man cover with Jason Manns plays. He looked over at you with a wide grin. “Shush you have a nice voice and it’s a good song.”

“I will not shush. It makes me happy knowing my stuff is on your epic playlist.”

“Jensen. Of course you’re on my playlist.”

He smiled.

“So, how was Vancouver?” you asked as he turned right onto Woodward St.

“Pretty good. Besides the obvious downside.” He glanced at you. “Getting to hang out with Justin is always a good time. I’ve known him for years, we always had plans to do something together. So, when he called and told me about the role I jumped.” Jensen smiled. “He wants to meet ya know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yep.” He said nodding. He turned left onto E Ben White Blvd and then merged onto State Hwy 71.

“So, I’m guessing you told him all about me huh?”

“Yep.” He repeated.

You laughed “You gonna tell me what you said?”

“Nope.”

“Shocker.” He laughed.

“We are going to Terry Black’s?” you asked as he pulled in the parking lot.

“Yes ma’am.” He pulled in an empty spot. “Have you been here yet?”

“Not yet. The girls at the office told me it’s the best BBQ in town. “

“It’s pretty damn good. I can’t believe Mac hasn’t brought you here yet.” He said as you met him at the front of his truck

“Well, we mainly eat at home and binge Supernatural.” He laughed as he put his arm around your shoulders. He opened the door, and you walked to get in line. “Alright babe. I don’t know how any of this works,” you gestured to the ordering stations.

He chuckled. “I got you sweetheart. Do you want a beer?”

“Yes please.”

He kissed your cheek. “I’ll be right back, “He walked up to the bar. He started to walk back, when a couple walked up to him. You smiled as he sat the beers back on the bar and took a picture with them. He shook hands with them, and they walked away. He grabbed the beer again and walked back to you. “Here baby. I’m so.”

“Stop.” You cut him off. “Don’t apologize for being nice to your fans. I love that about you.”

He smiled. you guys moved up with the line. “So do I get to see your office?”

“Let me ask Erica about that on Monday and I will let you know. Although I don’t think anyone would pass down the opportunity to meet Jensen Ackles.”

He chuckled. You picked your sides. “Is there any certain meat you don’t want?” you shook your head. He ordered a little bit of everything, and they placed it on the tray. He got to the register, and you pulled out your card. He slapped it away and swiped his. You rolled your eyes.  “You wanna sit on the patio?”

“Whatever you want doll face.”

He chuckled and walked that way. “Thank you.” he said as you opened the door for him. He walked over to a table and sat down. you sat across from him.

You guys started eating. “So do you have any patients yet?”

“Not yet. I did a newborn checkup the other day though and the mom gave me a good review. Erica said she just loved me. So, fingers crossed.”

“I can’t believe Jared didn’t switch to you.”

“I actually told him not to.” He raised a brow at you. “I love Jared and Gen, but I would rather the kids see me as their parents’ cool friend rather than their doctor that comes to the BBQ.”

“Which is tomorrow.”

“Oh, I know. He’s only reminded me about 15 times.” You said with a laugh.

“Yea, I think that’s the first he said to me when I met him at baggage claim.” Jensen smiled. “I see your point about the kids.”

“I’ll more than likely still treat them at some point. If I have an opening and they need to be seen that day, but not their primary care-provider.” You wiped your hands and finished your beer. “You want another beer?” you asked him as you stood up.

“Yea, here.” He leaned and started to pull out his wallet. You rolled your eyes and started back for the door.

You walked up to the bar and ordered 2 bud light bottles. You paid and took the beers as he handed them to you.

Jensen was on the phone when you got back.

“Thanks babe.” He said as he nodded. He closed his eyes and mouthed the word fuck.

(on phone)

 “Yep.”

(on phone)

 “I, think so.”

(on phone)

“Yes Mack.”

Your attention snapped to him with a puzzled look on your face. He shook his head, “My sister.”

(Mackenzie)

"Her best friend’s nickname is Mac too.”

(Mackenzie)

"Not Mackenzie, Mckinnley.”

 (Mackenzie)

” It is.”

 (Mackenzie)

he looked up at you “I do”

(Mackenzie)

“Not yet.”

(Mackenzie)

“I know very exciting. Well let him know Uncle Jensen will be there.”

(Mackenzie)

“Love you too, bye” he tapped the screen and sat his phone on the table. “My nephew, Jr, has his first baseball game next weekend.” He said with a smile. “And my sister is very noisy.”

“First baseball game?” he nodded, “That’s exciting.”

“Yeah, He’s my little buddy. His name is Jeremy, named after his dad. So, we all call him Jr. He just turned 5 a couple months ago. He has been getting into sports lately. He told his mom he wanted to try baseball and football.”

“Awe, Gonna play for the cowboys one day?”

“Oh my gosh, my dad would absolutely love that.”

“Is he starting school in the fall?”

“Yep, he’s super excited about it too. Not that he needs it the little burger is already smarter than me.” you both laughed. You finished eating and threw you trash away on your way out.

“Thanks for dinner.”

“Of course,” he said as he put his arm around you. “What did ya think?”

“Pretty damn good.” You repeated his words, making him laugh. He opened the truck door for you, and you hopped in.

“Do you need to get anything while we are out?” He asked as he sat down.

“Nothing comes to mind.” He opened the arm rest compartment, pulled out a piece of gum, and unwrapped it. “Ahhh” you said with an open mouth as he started to raise it to his mouth. He stopped and looked over at you. Then he shoved it in his mouth and started to chew it with a grin. You gasped. “Freaking Jerk!” you said in a playful tone.

“I’m sorry” he said laughing. He got in the same compartment and held it out got another piece. He unwrapped it and held it out to you. “Here babe.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Take it or I’m gonna shove it in your mouth.”

“Ooooh talk dirty to me.” you said and then took the gum with your teeth.

He laughed. “Perv.”

“You love it.” You said as he backed out of the spot. You laid your hand back on the armrest.

He laced his fingers again once he got out on the road. “I do.” He agreed as he winked at you, making you smile.

“So, when did you get in today?”

“A little after 1. J.p picked me up. We hung out for a while and then I came over to surprise you.” he said as he slowed for the redlight and turned his right blinker on.

“Hung out meaning you watched selling sunset on the projector.”

“Maybe.” He said, making you laugh. The light turned green, and he turned onto S. First St.

“How far are you now?”

“I don’t know. Like season 2 maybe 3.”

“You need to step your binging game up.“ you said laughing.

“How far are you on Supernatural?”

“Monster movie was the last one I watched.”

“Season 4? You’re on season 4 now?”

“Yep.”

“Season 3 was short though because of the strike.”

“Yeah. No rest for the wicked was kinda hard to watch.”

“So, you finally came around on Dean.” He said slowing down for the relight. He turned his left blinker on and got in the left turn lane.

“We had a rocky start. I thought of him as a bit of douche yes, but we are cool now.”

He chuckled. “I’m glad y’all made up. What’s your favorite episode so far?”

“In the serious category Faith. Comedy, Mystery Spot or Ghostfacers Although Lazarus Rising was pretty good too, Castiel’s entrance was bad ass. Oh, and Bad Day At Black Rock was hilarious. He looked at you with a grin. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I asked for it remember” he said as he turned after getting the arrow.

“Yes, you did.”

He chuckled. “So, who’s your favorite character?”  You smirked at him. He gasped. “It’s Dean, isn’t it?”

“Maybe.”

“So, he from douche to your favorite?” He smiled.

“Well, can you blame he? Just look at him.”

He chuckled again “I hear he’s pretty hot.”

“Mmmhhmm! He’s got the most beautiful green eyes.” He smiled with pink cheeks. “And those cute Texan bowlegs of his.” the pink got darker. “Oh, and when he lifted his shirt in the handprint scene.” You started fanning your face with your hand. “Those abs . Oh. My.”

“Alright, Alright. Calm down over there.”

You chuckled. “Can’t help babe, you’re pretty sexy.”

He smirked.

“In all seriousness. Dean is incredible, the way he cares about everyone. Not just his family and friends, but just random people. He would sacrifice himself for anyone any day. I mean if it came down to some rando or Sam obviously the rando is dying.“ He left out a laugh.” But dean would do everything in his power to save both. He’s smart, even though he doesn’t think so. And so freaking brave, if I ever go to battle, I want Dean Winchester on my team.” He slowed down for another red light, turning on his right blinker.

He smiled at you. “You’re pretty cute when you ramble.”

You chuckled. “I’ve heard that before.”

He laughed, he turned once, the light turned green. “What’s your favorite monster?”

“Shifters are pretty cool, I like how they did the teeth on vampires, Sometimes the ghost are creepy as hell.”

“So not demons?”

“I don’t really consider them monsters, more like evil entities.”

“Hold on that me rephrase for Mrs. Columbia.” He teased. “What is your favorite thing that Sam and Dean have hunted so far?”

“The trickster.”

“Really?” he asked. You nodded. “Hmm.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

You sighed. “I hate when y’all do that.”

“Do what?!” he asked as he took the last turn on the round-a-bout before making a complete circle. 

“Act like there’s more but you can’t tell me, Mac does it too.”

“You want me to spoil it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. Well…”

“Hey.” You covered your ears and started babbling.

He laughed, he pulled on your arm. “I wasn’t really going to tell you.”

“I don’t know I think I could persuade you.”

“You definitely could, but you won’t.” he teased as he rested his hand on your thigh.

He rounded the corner. Pulling up to the gate he looked at you. You rattled off the code.

“Mckinnley!!” You yelled as you stepped through the door.

“Kitchen!!” she yelled back.

You walked toward the kitchen and Jensen followed. “Ello love.” You said sitting down at the bar.

“What’s up?” she asked. “Hey Jensen?” she looked at you “I thought you said you were picking him up tomorrow?”

“I requested stand-by and took the earliest flight I could.” He sat down next to you. “You should have seen her face.”

“Awe. Too cute.” She took a drink of her soda “So no Supernatural tonight?”

You stuck your bottom lip out and looked at Jensen.

He sighed “What episode?”

“Yellow fever is next.” Mac said.

He laughed “Ok.”

Your eyes went wide as a grin spread across your face “Really?” he nodded with a smile. “You want a beer?” you asked as you stood up and poked him in the side. He jumped and narrowed his eyes at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and then walked over to the fridge.

“I’ll get it set up.” Mac walked into the living room.

You opened the door and bent over to grab the beers. You could feel his eyes on you. So, you stuck your ass out more. Your core twitched as he stepped up behind you and pressed his groin against you. A shiver ran down your spine as he glided his hand along your back and encircled your shoulder with his fingers.

He drew back and slammed his groin against you this time keeping you in place with his hand. You let out a small gasp as your core twitched harder. “You wanna stick your tongue out at me again princess?”

“Maybe.” You taunted him.

He slammed again.  “What was that?”

“No, sir.”

“Good girl.” He said as he stepped back and leaned on the counter. You exhale sharply trying to compose yourself. You brought yourself back up grabbing the beers. You turned to face him as you closed the door. He had a big smirk on his face. “Too much princess?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Hardly enough charming.”

He lipped his lips. “Challenge accepted.” He eyed you up and down as he walked over. He took his beer, kissed you on the cheek, and started toward the living room. You took a deep breath and let it out through your lips. He chuckled.

You stopped at the recliner and held out her beer. “Thanks, sis.” Mac said as she took it.

“No prob bob.”

Her phone started to ring “Gimme one sec. it’s my dad.” She ran upstairs.

You made your way over to the couch and sat on the opposite side of where Jensen was sitting. He smiled. You poked the tip of your tongue through your lips and his lips went into a straight line. You smirked as you lifted your eyebrows. He looked down and pulled his shirt up a tiny bit, exposing his belt and looked back at you. “Don’t write checks your ass can’t cash there, stud.”

“Oh, baby I don’t worry I’m gonna cash it.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Mac apologized as she came back down the stairs.

“You know your cell phone does work down here.” You teased.

“Well smartass, he needed my insurance number. Apparently, I gave them to wrong one.”

“Uh what?” Jensen said confused.

“Someone asshole hit my car today at work.”

“Uh.” You said

“It happened when I was inside. A couple dents and scratches. Not a big deal, but I had to file a report to get their insurance to pay for it.” she picked up the remote “Anyway Supernatural.”

Jensen slid to your side of the couch and put his arm around you.

Jensen’s P.O.V

2 seconds into the episode he realized he would be watching her more than the TV. She was so freaking cute how could he not.

  She drew her eyebrows together as the camera panned down to the Yorkie Dean was running from.

“Ha, Aerosmith.” She said as the pathologist calls Sam and Dean by their aliases.

She smiled as Dean gags and then chuckled when he got handed the heart. Her mouth dropped open as the spline juice sprayed all over Sam’s face.

 Smirked when Dean said big heart.

“Oh shit.” She whispered as Dean said he didn’t like the teenagers and crossed the street. She bit her lips together trying not to laugh as the snaked slithered on Dean.

“Would you like a story?” He asked. Mac paused the show. “So that snake is real. They told me oh she’s very docile if you don’t hurt her, she won’t hurt you. So, the handler was having trouble getting her to go up over the, he’s pushing her and manhandling, kicking her a little. The more he does this the more nervous I got. Sam getting up and nope-ing out was 100% real. Padalecki said nope and ran. Left me there trapped under this huge ass snake.” He shook his head as the girls giggled.

She giggled again at Dean’s left turn into oncoming traffic remark. Then laughed at am I haunted. “dang those eyes.” She said as she leaned up and grabbed her beer “See I’m not the only one that thought Dean was a dick. She said making him laugh. She took a drink and leaned back into his arm. “I don’t wanna be a clue.” She mimicked. Jensen smiled damn she was cute.

A smile stayed on her face the whole scene outside the impala twitching up in the funnier places. She leaned up and grabbed her as the Winchesters walked into the factory. “I’d  wait babe.” He warned her. She laughed at the big scream and then again at Sams face he made after the big scream.

“Hey, what did you say about Dean being brave earlier.” He asked with a smile as Dean ran out of the factory.

“You leave my boy alone. He has ghost sickness.” She said making him laugh.

She grimaced hard as the sherif took the scouring pad to his arm. “You can take a drink now” he told her.

“Mac! We should get a kitten!” she exclaimed as Luther cuddled his.

“Maybe, now watch.”

“Don’t say shit about his bravery.” She put a finger up to him making him smile.

Her jaw dropped as Sam agreed with Dean and Sams eyes turned yellow.

“Bobby!”

“Oh shit.” She said when she heard the hell hounds

She put her lip out when Dean started to freak out.

“Fuck.” She said when she heard Lilith’s “Hi Dean.”

“Come on Sam!” she said as Luther and Sam fought.

“Dude die.” She start as Bobby drove the car. She let out a hefty sigh when Dean was cured. He couldn’t help but chuckle.

 The corners of her mouth twitched up as Bobby made fun of Dean.

Her eyes went wide when Sam’s eyes flashed yellow.

She bit her lips together as she watched the eye of the tiger scene. She let out a loud laugh at the end “You’re a freaking dork.”

Mac laughed as she paused the tv.

“So that whole thing happened because Padalecki decided to not walk in. I blacked out. I really can’t remember why I started doing it.”

“Because. You. Are. A. Freaking. Dork.” He smiled and shook his head.

“Another round?” Mac said as she stood up.

“Yes please.” (y/n) said.

He leaned his lips to her ear. He felt her breath hitch. “Keep talking shit sweetheart.” He bit on her earlobe, dragging his teeth along it as he leaned back slowly. . she bit her lip.

They thanked her as Mac handed them their beers. “Yup.” She said heading back to the recliner.

“Hey Mac,” he said as she sat down. “Hit play.”

(y/n) turned and smiled at him “Really?” He nodded.

He watched with a smile as she made her cute little faces and blurted out her remarks. He was completely enamored with her.

Reader’s P.O.V

“Well love birds. It’s been fun, but I’m beat. Good night.”

“Sweet dreams.” You said

“Night Mac.” Jensen waved as she headed up the stairs. You stood up and started collecting the empty bottles. “Damnit.” You said as one slipped out of your fingers. You bent over to pick it up and Jensen slapped your ass playfully.  “Is that the best you got big boy?” you said as you came back up and wiggled your hips.

His eyebrows raised. “You’re gonna be sorry when you can’t sit down for a week.”

“Ya know it must suck...” you said as you started toward the kitchen. His eyebrows pulled together. “Having all that bark, but no bite.” He hopped off the couch, your steps quickened making your way into the kitchen and tossing the bottles in the trash.

He walked in the kitchen with his lips in a hard line. He stood at your side. With one hand he unbuckled his belt and slid it off of his waist. “You feelin’ ballsy enough to repeat that?”

You turned to him.  “All. Bark. No.” You gasped as he threw you over his shoulder. “Oh, come on not again.”

The tingle from the belt made your core thrum to life again. “Keep talking and they get worse.”

“Really?” you taunted.

The sharp sting made you walls clench together, “

“Oh, Ackles isn’t playin’.”

A moan escaped your lips as he slapped again.

“You done?” he started up the stairs.

“Can I?”

The crack of the belt reverberated through the staircase. you kept your mouth shut the rest of the climb.

“I see you learned your lesson.” He said as he opened your bedroom door. He tossed you on the bed and walked back over shutting the door and flipping the light on. You bit your lips together. “Good girl.” he made his way back over and crawled on top of you. He kissed up your neck and then his lips found yours. His kiss was surprisingly sweet and tender. He trailed kisses across your cheek “Is your ass, ok?” he whispered in your ear and then sucked the lobe.

“Mmm, I think I’ll survive.”  He rested his forehead on yours. You moaned again as he rolled his hips. Letting you feel how hard you made him. “Are you done being Dom Jensen?”

“For now.”

He put his hands under your shoulders and rolled. Pulling you on top of him. You pressed your lips against his, you parted your lips and his tongue entered your mouth.  A low growl emanated from his chest as you moved your hips. His hands moved down to the hem of your shirt, you sat up and grabbed the hem yourself and lifted it up over your head, tossing it.  you rolled your hips again as his hands caress your bra covered breast. He pulls your mouth back down to his as his hand slid around to the hook of your bra. Unhooking it, he slid the straps down your shoulders, down your arms, and tossed it at the door. Your nipples hardened as he starts caressing again, making you moan into his mouth. You sat back up and pulled him up to you. you grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it. He stretched his arms up when you got to his ribs. He brought his arms down wrapping them around you, his lips captured yours again and then moved now, kissing and nibbling down your neck. Down to your collarbone.

He stopped at the top of the same breast as last time and sucked hard. Your breath hitched as you felt his teeth rake against the skin. You didn’t complain this time. You rolled your hips, and his mouth got more aggressive. Once he was finished, he kissed his mark. You moaned and leaned back, as he flicked his tongue on your nipple. Then his tongue swirled around it. Your finger tangled in his hair, as he moved to the next one sucking and swirling. You pushed him back down on the bed and followed. You kissed his lips and then moved down his neck, down his chest, you felt the rumble from his growl on your lips as started rubbing his hard shaft though his pants. “mmm baby” You continued kissing down his stomach. You stopped and unbuttoned his jeans, then unzipped them. He lifted as you pulled them and his boxers off. “Fuck” he let out as you sucked his tip, stroking the shaft with your hand. He quivered as you slowly sank you head down. Burying his cock in your throat. His breath hastened as you bobbed your head, moaning as you cupped his sac. “Fuck baby.” He whimpered as you started to massage them “You’re gonna make me come already.”  You bobbed your head faster, sucking harder. His fingers grabbed your hair pushing you faster. He moaned your name as his salty sweet cum slid down your throat. You bobbed again milking every ounce making him twitch.

You crawled back on top of him  to find pure bliss on his face making a smiled spread across yours. You lifted and started to line his tip up when he slid his arms under your legs, hooking his elbows behind your knees he guides you up his body, until your pussy hovered over his mouth.

You tingled with excitement as he wrapped his hands around your hips and lowered your dripping core. You moaned his name as he began lapping up your sweet juices, letting out a moan of his own. He swirled his tongue around your clit, the pleasure pulsated through you making you throw your head back with another moan. He moved your hips making your pussy slid across his flat tongue. As the knot in your stomach got tighter you began talking your hips on your own, hearing a muffled moan beneath you, you moved faster. Heavy pants and moans filled your room as you rode his face, pursuing your climax. You gazed down at him, the image of his vivid green eyes positioned between your thighs pushed you to the brink. You praise him with another moan of his name as the knot explodes.

He released his embrace and your lower half retreats to find his cock still rock hard. He wiped his mouth, and pulled your lips down to his. He grabbed your ass and moaned into your mouth as you lowered yourself, burying him deep inside of you. Your walls clenched around him as you lifted and lowered again slowly. “Fuck.” He whimpered as his head fell back on the bed. Your breast began to bounce as you quickened your pace. His gaze coursed through your skin like a surge of electricity. You stopped keeping him inside and then start to grind. A husky moan emerged from his throat as your walls clenched around him. The tension in your stomach building again as your clit rubbed on his pelvis faster. His face contorted as you squeezed him tighter. “Babe.” He warned. You continued too high on pleasure to acknowledge what he was conveying to you. The knot busted again, and he grabbed you. quickly pulling you off his cock. Feeling the warmth of his seed on you realized the  nature of his warning.

“Did you just?” he nodded. “Inside?”

“Maybe a little…” He gave you a quick kiss and tapped your hip. You rolled over onto your back. He kissed you again, getting up he started for your bathroom. You heard cabinets opening and shutting, then the water turn on and off. He wiped as you tried your best to push his cum out. He cleaned the remaining residue and wiped the wetness off with a dry towel. He took the dirty linens to the bathroom.

You got up and went to your dresser. You pulled out a big T-shirt and slipped it over your head. “You know it’s pretty late and you’ve had some beers.”

“I was already planning on staying sweetheart.” He cut you off.

“I have a pair of biker shorts you can sleep in. They’d show that ass real nice.” You winked at him.” you pulled a pair out of the drawer and held them up.

He smiled. “Tempting, but I think my boxers will do.”

“Suit yourself.” You teased as you put them on under your shirt . He chuckled as he pulled up his boxers.

You picked up his clothes and folded them, laying them on your dresser, and threw yours in your bathroom hamper.

He was lying on your bed when you walked back through the door. You crawled up next to him. Sighing in relief as you laid your head on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and then started running his fingers through your hair. “God, I missed that.” You confessed he chuckled

“I’m sorry I didn’t pull out fast enough.”

“My fault. You warned me, it just didn’t register.”

“You’re not worried?”

“What good is worrying now going to do?”

“But what if you get knocked up?” he asked in a silly voice as his fingers stopped.

“Well usually after you get knocked up” you matched his voice. “You have a baby.” He sighed.  You raised your head and looked him in the eyes. “Look, like I said there’s no sense in worrying about it now. If something happens then we will have this discussion. K?” he nodded you kissed him and laid your head back on his chest “Can you please play with my hair again” you pleaded He chuckled, and his fingers started again. Your eyelids grew heavy as he started to hum, you drifted to sleep.

Jensen’s P.O.V

Her breathing slowed as she fell asleep. This was his favorite part of the night. The sex was great and all. But having her relaxed in his arms, the trust, the intimacy, there was nothing like it.

He laid there for a while. Letting his mind wonder, what if she was pregnant, would they get married, would he get to do this every night, would the baby look like her. His heart filled with happiness as he pictured it. A baby girl, her mini, small sassy attitude and all.

She started to stir, and he held his breath, thinking it would help not wake her. He heard her soft murmurs, and then, unmistakably, he caught his name, accompanied by the three words that had been tormenting him. His eyes shot open, thinking she had woken, but he could tell by her breathing that she hadn’t. Did she love him, was she in the same place as him or was it just her babbling in her sleep, should he say something or just let it go. fuck it he thought life is short.

He woke her head still on his chest. He smiled as he tightened his arm around her.

“What time is it Ackles?”

“8:27”

She sighed.  “I gotta get up. “

“Why?”

“I am making pies.”

“Jared is making you bring pie.”

“Not making me, it’s been a while since I made my mom’s, and I don’t want to show up empty handed. And thanks to Dean I have a hankering.”

“Damnit Dean.” He chuckled “You want some help?”

She brought her head up with a smile. “Sure, but if they are terrible, I’m blaming you.”

“I highly doubt they will be, but deal.”

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[freakrenaissance]

FANFIC REC MASTERLIST!!!!!!!

It's gonna be quite the undertaking....it'll probably take me a few weeks...but I thought I'd use the remainder of Valentine's Day for a true labor of love.

Still plugging away!!! Thanks so much to all who have liked & reblogged this monster of a list! I won't stop til all my faves are saved here...these masterpieces deserve it! (Check the bottom of the post for the date/time of latest update)

I'm gonna start categorizing alllll the juicy fanfic I'm collecting, so it's easier for me & my tribe to finds what we needs.

The artistry. My goodness. The hellsite we're all addicted to doesn't always show us the goods (tags, searches...you're still left wanting), so, it's high time i created my own card catalogue

I'm going to tag all my lovelies, my faves, & try to categorize them accordingly. Bear in mind, I'm NOT Tumblr savvy, even though i've been on this site for YEARS, so if you take issue with anything, please, POLITELY let me know. Also, if you don't wanna be a part of my lists, feel free to shoot me a message, & I'll remove ya, np ;)

Enjoy!!! & Please, like, share & REBLOG!!!!!!!! & remember: HEED ALL WARNINGS! ALL FICS ARE RATED E, UNLESS OTHERWISE INDICATED

THERE BE BOTH SMUT & FLUFF AHEAD....IF YOU'RE HERE, YOU SHOULD BE OVER 18!!!!!!

Pedro Pascal Characters

Pedro is my love. Has been since before that dark day In King's Landing ...These are the fics that I can't live without:

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin

Fic Rec Lists:

Din - @amorevolousfaith

First Class to Tatooine - @mandosmistress

multi part fic that has made the wait for season 3 an absolute JOY! Fills in every gap in the most delicious ways

Look - @omgreally

one shot - Touch-starved din, making me weak

Dosed - @absurdthirst

one of my all time favorite sex pollen fics!!! sooo delish

Hard Candy - @ezrasbirdie

possessive, bodyguard Din. Need i say more?

You became all the things I wished for, all the things I hoped - @charnelhouse

This entire series! Domestic din at his FINEST

Shared (ft. Paz Vizsla) - @javier-pena

delicously depraved, & exactly where i wanna be. lil dark...mind your warnings. but, omg, what a fave,,,,i've read this so many times! lol

Tattoo My Heart - @mandosmistress

I loooove this fic! our favorite bounty hunter, getting all tatted up & being sexy...I've read this countless times...definitely a fave

i’ve flown too close to the sun - @charnelhouse

One of my all time favorite Din series! That's it. That's the rec. Go check it out immediately!!!

Tie Me Up, Hold Me Down - @mandosmistress

younger din, showing off his knot-tying skills. Dominant & delish

Ner Yaim (My Home) - @dindjarindiaries (G)

A rare bit of fluff. Domestic DIn is my jam...this is adorbs

Carry Me To Safety - @221bshrlocked

More of Din & a lil lactation. this is a series, & I highly recommend going back & reading the whole thing (I'm about to start it all over again) this gem has it ALL

Lord Mandalore - @babybugwrites

Teasing the king in public...ill advised :) Smut ensues. Sign me up!!!

Chemical Feelings - @absurdthirst

One of my all time favorite sex pollen fics! (I should probably just make a whole sex pollen list lol)

Bred - @absurdthirst

One of the best Alpha Din fics in the galaxy. Including shenanigans from our favorite lil baby green bean.

Stuck - @omgreally

Trapped in a small space with our bounty hunter. What's the opposite of claustrophobia? This is one of my faves to reread right here

Marcus Moreno

Frankie "Catfish" Morales

Take Care of You - @whiskeynwriting

Edging Frankie. Sooo perfect

View - @say-al0e

Long distance lovin with Frankie

Ezra (Prospect)

A Girl Walks Into a Bookshop (T) - @oonajaeadira

Bookshop owner Ezra. I think thats nuff said <3

Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

Oberyn Martell

Marcus Pike

Pizza Comes Third - @whataperfectwasteoftime

Marcus finds your nipple clamps at work...then dreams come true lol,,,i love everything about this gem

Good to Know - @221bshrlocked

New Boyfriend Marcus. Size & age difference kink...sooo sweet!

Javier Pena

Dieter Bravo

A Little Like Strip Poker - @mandosmistress

DIrty, & delicious Dieter at his FINEST! The first Dieter fic I ever read, & still one of my faves

Hubris - @javier-pena

A lil hate sex with asshole Dieter. I adore this (every) version of him

In The Script - @the-fic-baker

Running lines with cocky, asshole Dieter. Love this! lol

Measurements - @boliv-jenta

Working on set with asshole Dieter...Gotta go reread every part of this!

Mr. Ben / SNL Pedro

Maxwell Lord

Joel Miller

"The Thief"

Pero Tovar

David York

'Aw, why are you shy now?' - @danidrabbles

I think this was the first time I ever read a Dave fic, & Omg, i was instantly hooked. So intense & delish

Javier Gutierrez

Chris Evans Characters

Oh, Chris. Yes, captain, my captain. It truly is America's ass :) These fics vary in their intensity...be forewarned. There's something very saucy about seeing the golden boy all tarnished ;)

Steve Rogers (AU)

Silent Whispers (i) - @bonky-n-steeb

Lumberjack Alpha!Steve. I need him to be real :P Completed trilogy!

Captain America

Curtis Everett

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Lloyd Hansen

Andy Barber

Chris Evans RPF

Sebastian Stan Characters

The winter soldier is the part of a lifetime...but i'm still salty that the mcu stole him from once upon a time. He was a sexy ass mad hatter. gotta find all the jefferson fics!!!

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

honey, there is no right way (i) - @bonky-n-steeb

Sugar daddy, mob AU Bucky. This has so many layers of awesomeness, I can't even begin. Just go read it :)

nothing holding me back - @bonky-n-steeb

Alpha Bucky being sooo sweet & sexy! Roomies in Love!!!

A Proper Welcome - @navybrat817

More Alpha Bucky, with a special guest...this is one of my faves!

no sweeter innocence - @bonky-n-steeb

Another fave! Dom Bucky corrupting Tony's daughter....sooo yum!

Dinner and Diatribes - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

A dark, regency AU for your pleasure..this is a stunning series!

Whiteout - @dilemmaontwolegs

Oh, to get stuck in a storm with Bucky Barnes...Let it snow, baby!!!

Make You Mine - @bonky-n-steeb

Alpha Bucky, all emotionally wounded...until he takes what he deserves. omg, I love this fic!

None Like You - @bonky-n-steeb

Football (soccer) player bucky, being all dominant in the locker room. this baby is delish. & i love his character in this!! It's a series...settle in :)

I'm a Fiend & You're All I Need - @bonky-n-steeb

Getting hubby Bucky to go harder...an embarrassment of riches lol Dominant Bucky deliciousness

Nick Fowler

Trust Me - @navybrat817

A lil Dominant Nick, with a sprinkle of feels. SO delish

Jefferson / The Mad Hatter

Oscar Isaac Characters

Mercy. I fell in love with this marvelous actor before i even knew what he looked like! I still can't believe he was apocalypse in x-men. & then you get a look at him?! Good gravy. Him & my hubby pedro together. My dreams have come true.

Poe Dameron

Santiago Garcia

Tom Hiddleston Characters

This one was a sleeper lol...out of nowhere he attacked me with those cheekbones & that accent....very friggin Loki

Loki

Jurassic Park Characters

One of my first fandoms EVER! I cut my teeth on dinosaurs, just like a normal kid....then things got nastay! lol Sometimes i'm in the mood for the OG, sometimes i want Owen & Claire. Here's a collection of my faves.

Owen Grady & Claire Dearing

Maisie Lockwood

Alan Grant & Ellie Satler

Ian Malcolm

Bridgerton

Doctor Who (These will mostly involve my river)

Right Person, Wrong Time - 11 x River Song - @mnemosyne-musing

Sugar Baby with Your Champagne Eyes - 12 x River Song @mygalfriday

Miscellaneous Characters:

My Love is Vengeance - Bruce Wayne- @charnelhouse

(more coming sooooooon. gtg back to orders, & i'm very tired. stay tuned for more updates!!!)

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