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[5:24 pm]
"Nice try, we don't believe you guys," your friend laughed sarcastically as they walked through your front door to catch sight of you and childhood best friend!Jeno pressed together looking like a loved up couple.
For some reason, over the nearly 20 years of friendship with Jeno, it had become some kind of ongoing bit for the two of you to act like a couple. Usually you had good reason, like someone being annoying and not leaving either of you alone, or someone hitting on either one of you but not getting the hint.
Other times, it was just to mess with your friends, your friends who were far too used to it and tired of it. At least 80% of the hang outs you all had would start with you and Jeno claiming you were a couple. The first few times they fell for it, but now it was just the normal. They weren't tired because it wasn't funny, it was kind of funny. Funny because the two of you were so clearly in love with each other yet refuse to act on it.
Jeno never protected anyone the way he protected you. You didn't care for anyone the way you cared for Jeno. You both had so many inside jokes that the others would never understand. You both could have conversations with just your eyes, you both knew things about the other that no normal friends would know about each other. You were both each other's first call when something went wrong, the first text in the morning, and your last text at night (if you didn't fall asleep while on a call). You both refused to get into relationships with other people, because somethings always felt "wrong."
Yeah, your friends had all decided that you were both idiots and the "wrong-ness" was always just that the potential partner wasn't you or Jeno. However, tonight you and Jeno had decided to commit. Your friends were going to believe it if it was the last thing they did.
"We're actually like really together this time, today is officially one week and 3 days," you tell your friends as you all settle down on the couch to start your movie marathon.
"We've fallen for that too many times now. Just give it up," your friend waves off.
"Yeah, start the movie," another friend sighs.
Jeno gulps, standing suddenly, "I think we would really just appreciate the support of our friends as we navigate our new relationship."
"Look guys, it's the same routine every time. You guys claim to be together and the only difference is that you take your usual affection to another level of annoying. If you were ever actually together, you wouldn't feel the need to announce it every few weeks or still be on dating apps. I mean, Jeno, didn't you ask me just a few days ago why you were still getting Hinge emails?" Your first friend asks, crossing their arms.
"Plus, I think you guys would be that annoying couple that would be shameless and kiss in front of us all the time," another friend pipes up.
Jeno's face falls into a serious look, he grabs your hand and tugs you up. Your chest crashes into his own as your eyes widen in surprise. The plan had simply been to cuddle, giggle, and maybe sit in his lap.
Your friends all paused, eyes full of caution as they watched the two of you. Jeno's breathing was uneven and nervous as his eyes searched your own.
You blinked and his forehead was pressed against your own and as you gasped in surprise his lips met your own. He was still for just a moment, giving you the opportunity to pull away, to smack him, to tell him he was crazy, but you didn't.
Instead, your breath hitched as you kissed him back. His lips were soft and his hands even softer as he delicately cupped your face. Your lips moved in sync, slow, tentative, but meaningful. You could feel your heart pounding in your ears, his heart was beating just as fast under your hand.
Your friends all eyed each other awkwardly. This had never happened before. It was only when your hand moved from Jeno's chest to gripping the cotton at his waist to pull him closer that they all got the message and left while high fiving each other on the way out.
You and Jeno were far too entangled in one another to even care. One of hands went from your face to your waist and the other went to the back of your neck. His gently tilted your head up to kiss you more deeply.
Everything was slow and passionate, but it felt right. There were explosions happening all around you, remnant sparks from Jeno's lips that shot right down your spine. Why had you waited so long to do this? Why had you deprived yourself of this feelings for all these years? You couldn't even fight how your body melted against his as your grip on his shirt became desperate and your lungs burned for air. You couldn't find it in yourself to pull away, too greedy for more, more, more.
Jeno pulled away first, lips swollen and chest heaving as he caught his breath. His forehead was pressed against your own, "I don't think we can be friends anymore."
A choked squeak escaped your throat involuntarily, "I'm sorry?"
"No, don't be sorry. I could have said that better," Jeno chuckles, his hands softly cupping your face to keep you from looking away. "I can't be just friends with you when I don't have friendly feelings for you. I can't believe it took this long, it's always been something in the back of my mind, but I think I love you-- no. I know I love you."
"After that kiss, I don't have friendly feelings for you either. I guess when I think about it, there's no one else that will get me like you. No one will ever know me better than you or understand me like you do. I love you too, Jeno. And I really, really want to keep kissing you," You confess breathlessly.
"I don't think they'd like it if we keep kissing, unfortunately," Jeno sighs, despite his words leaning in toward you again.
It's then that you notice how quiet your living room is. You pull away to look around the room, finally noticing that it's just you and Jeno in your apartment. "What the... when did everyone leave?" You wonder aloud.
"Who cares? Let's keep kissing," Jeno replies, tugging you closer. And who are you to argue?
#kpop imagines#kpop au#kpop scenarios#kpop reactions#nct#nct imagines#nct fluff#nct timestamps#nct x reader#nct dream#nct dream imagines#nct dream fluff#jeno fluff#jeno x reader#jeno imagines#jeno scenarios#jeno drabbles#jeno timestamps#jeno blurb
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(Hi, so this is in Jasonâs POV with GN!reader. I hope you enjoy⊠this is my first time actually writing Jason so yay. Um warnings include allusion to potential suicide at the end, and reader becomes an aunt/uncle in one of the letters. Other then that itâs just Jason dealing with emotions đ)
The night was quiet except for the police sirens echoing throughout the city. The night was so quiet that I decided I would take off the helmet and be alone with my thoughts. A dangerous concept that I never really allowed myself to divulge into.
As I rode through the streets, letting my bike take me wherever it wanted, all my thoughts seemed to continuously circle back to them. Their laughter, their smile, all the small things that we did together before⊠I shook my head slightly, increasing the revs, it doesnât matter now. Theyâve moved on, theyâve forgotten me. And, itâs probably for the best.
I tried to think of anyone else, anything else. The lastest drug traffic, what black mask was up too. Anything. The hurt of being forgotten clawed at my heart, tearing its way into my chest. Tears filled my vision and I pulled off the road. Kicking the kickstand and turning off my bike, I practically through my helmet off. Inhaling and exhaling deep breaths, my body ragged with emotion of my past life. My life before what he turned me into.
I looked up and around at where I was. Freezing, I saw the overgrown rusted sign reading âGotham Cemeteryâ. Well, I suppose I couldnât have stayed away forever. Sighing, I made the choice to visit my grave. Trudging along the unkept, loose gravel pathway, hands in my pockets and jacket zipped up, I walked towards the barren area of my grave.
I stopped in my tracks, someone was there. Was that⊠are they at my grave? Faint sniffles and talking could be heard, but I couldnât make any of it out. I side stepped to a pillar of a gravestone, hiding behind it. I donât know exactly why I did that, I suppose I wanted to see what this person was going to do without scaring them off. I watched from the distance, as the mysterious person placed something down, a hoodie concealing their features. I continued to watch them as they stood up. As they turned to walk away, a glimpse of moonlight struck their features.
âY/N,â I whispered. They were here⊠they were visiting my grave. I- I wasnât forgotten. I nearly slapped myself for even thinking that they could have forgotten me. Never cared for me. They were too kind for that, too thoughtful, too lovingâŠ
I watched as they walked away, hands in their pockets. As they exited the cemetery, I ran wandered over there.
There it is. âJason Peter Toddâ âA Good Soldierâ.
But below the âheartfeltâ writing, was a seemed to be fresh bunch of red roses and a sturdy looking box, a metal box that appeared to be waterproof. Looking around the grave yard for anyone, I opened the box. Inside was piles upon piles of letters. Each addressed to⊠me.
So of course I did the respectful thing and opened all of them. One by one. Reading all of them.
âTo my dearest Jason,
I miss you so much. Not a day nor a second goes by where I do not think about you. Now does it result in my crying most of the day, yes. But Iâm okay with that. If I could trade all my tears, all my book collections, all my memories before you just to bring you back to me, I would. You were are the dearest thing in the world to me, my most perfect boy, and nothing can ever change that.
I love you.
Yours forever,
Y/Nâ
Tears pricked my eyes as I closed the letter just to open another one.
âTo my darling Jason,
I went to school today. I havenât been for a while because of⊠well, your departure. But I went today! The classes were boring, English made me think of you. Our friends say Iâm not my usual self, but who can blame me. I only lost you 2 months ago. The wound is still fresh. But I know you would want me to continue school, get an education in this world, to take care of my self. It will be hard, but I know it will be worth it in the end. Iâm looking forward to seeing you again, someday.
I love you.
Yours forever,
Y/Nâ
Each letter recited their day to me. It was like I was there, having them come home to me and telling me every little thing they did that day. Like I was watching them do it. A smile was plaster on my face as tears were streaming down my face. I barely noticed except for the few drops that landed on the paper. I was so incredibly happy, yet so incredibly sad. They didnât forget me, they love me. Anger tore through me, I canât believe that fucker took me away from them. But I continue reading. New emotions tearing through me with each day or week that I read. New boyfriend? Instant no, turns out that they broke up after a week. Good, still single then.
A twinge of guilt hit me as I though that as I closed the letter. They should be happy. They deserve to be happy, I shouldnât be happy that a relationship didnât work out because it wasnât with me.
I continued on reading all night and into the early morning.
âTo the love of my life that will forever have my heart,
I became an aunt/uncle (Iâm sorry I donât know a gender neutral term đ) today!! I have a beautiful nephew named Ben. Iâm so happy, heâs so cute and already curious for the world. He reminds me of you actually. I was a crying mess when I held him in my arms for the first time. My sister is so happy but recovering from the birth. I wish you could meet him. As I wish on every single shooting star I see, somehow wishing you back into existence with me. To have everything how it should be. You and me together.
I love you.
Yours forever,
Y/Nâ
As the sunâs rays started to bless the dark Gotham sky, glistening on my tear streaked face and soppy grin. I came to the last letter. The letter that they just put here today, or I suppose yesterday now.
âTo my precious boy,
I love you with all my heart, and I will never stop. But times are getting hard and all I want in life is to see you again. I know itâs bad. I know I should go talk to someone, but non of them understand. Except for Dick, I see him every fortnight when he comes up to Gotham from Bludhaven. I donât long for anything on this earth anymore than I long for your arms around me again. Your scent to envelope me again. All your clothes have lost your scent, your room in the manor is losing it too.
No one understands me like you do Jay. Every new relationship that my friends nudge me towards fail because Iâm looking for you. Your caring nature, your love for classic literature, your passion for fighting for those that canât fight for themselves. I miss you too much, and I have tried so hard these past 2 years⊠I know you must be disappointed in me. But youâve surely seen me struggle these past years without you.
I love you so so much, I hope you can forgive me when we meet again very soon.
Yours forever,
Y/Nâ
My eyes widened as I finished the letter. My brain short circuited, not computing what I just read. They were- no I canât let that happen. I shoved the letter back into the box with the others and ran to my bike.
No one could save me. But I damn well as going to save them.
Please Y/N, I love you too. Every wish you made has come true. Iâm here now, just wait a little longer. I memorised their current address from 2 of the letters they had written. I didnât care for the road rules, the street signs, the speed limits. I was getting them before we had a reverse Romeo and Juliet.
jason todd x reader where the reader still presumes heâs dead and visits his grave every week to give him a letter because they used to communicate through letters for fun to the point where his grave has boxes of letters. meanwhile, jason thinks reader forgot about him until he visits his own grave to see reader dropping off another letter and after they leave he takes the time to read each letter theyâve left since he died and gets emotional. okay, goodnight !
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My dearest toxic, I would simply do anything for a NW blurb. On top of the election I'm having one of the worst weeks I've had in awhile tbh. I saw you were doing blurbs/requests and figured I would throw my hat into the ring đ as always, you're the best and deserve all the love and accolades đ€
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JOEL x READER | 1k | NIGHT WALKS AU
NOTES: Iâm so sorry for your week, bestie. Ty for your kind words. I hope he can help some of y'all a little bit. Love you đ€ Y'all don't have to know Night Walks, but if you care about the timeline: After Menace, before Late Night Dip.
WARNINGS: 18+ blog. Unspecified source of angst, crying, comfort, soft but it also gets a little horny.
When you got home, your throat was sore from trying not to cry. You put on your PJs, went outside, and unscrewed the floodlight to be in the dark. Seated on a cheap plastic chair, you looked at the joint and lighter in your hand and didnât even have the energy. You set them down, bent forward, and buried your face in your hands. Warm tears coated your fingers. Your throat untied itself, your chest opened up, and, physically at least, you felt some relief.
Then a light turned on in an upstairs window. Worried that you were louder than you realized, you got up to take a walk so you wouldnât have to talk about it.
The thing was, you didnât really have the energy to walk either. You shuffled along, until you got to the pool. It was as good a place as any to stop. The frogs and crickets made it a comfortable silence. You stood outside the fence with your forearms resting on top of it, doubled over.
By the time a twig snapped behind you, you must have been ugly crying.
Your skin prickled until his smooth, deep voice sliced through the tension. âWanna talk about it?â
When you didnât answer, you heard and felt him come closer. Joel was like a furnace, and the heat reached you without contact. When you didnât answer him, he joined you against the fence, both of you looking toward the pool. His hand was resting a few inches away from your elbow.
âHmm?â He prodded.
You shook your head, sniffled, and dabbed your eyes. âYou wouldnât get it,â you told him.
âMaybe not,â he conceded. âBut I still got ears.â
âIâm okay,â you lied.
He answered, âDonât have to be,â then laid his big, warm hand on your back and it brought a crescendo of emotion. Grief, gratefulness for him, and guilt for selling him short. He was more than a sleaze, he just didnât tend to show it.
He rubbed your back as you took ragged breaths and tried to stop, then he got closer.
âItâs not justâitâs everything,â you sniffled. âItâs a lot.â
He kept rubbing slow circles on your back for a minute. Then, with a lighter tone, he offered,
âWho do I gotta fight?â
âYou donât seem like the fighting type,â you replied, then finally looked at him.
âI can be,â he cocked an eyebrow, and faced you with one hand still on your back. Your eyes settled on his strong pecs and biceps stretching his tee. And yeah, he couldâve been a fighter for all you knew. He could for sure fuck someone up. The small tattoos you saw in the shower crossed your mind. Then your thoughts drifted to the rest of him.
âIâll be anything ya want, pumpkin,â he murmured as he got behind you and moved his hand to your hip. He thumbed the waistband of your bottoms and chuckled. You were dressed alike.
He nosed your hair and inhaled deeply as he wrapped his arms around you. You kept your arms resting on the pool fence, but your body relaxed into his embrace. He held you, with his feet bracketing yours. For the first time all week, you felt safe on some level. And not so alone.
It was the first time heâd hugged you like this. Holding you without a hard-on poking you, andâyeah, nopeâthere it was.
Not raging, but it twitched and made itself known.
He dipped his head and murmured into your neck, âLetâs go have a beer, watch a movie or somethinâ," and his hips pushed forward, making you throb. But at the same time, you tensed at an assumption that he had expectations all along.
âYeah, I know,â he acknowledged, without backing away. âToo damn hot, pumpkin. I just wanna hold ya, now I got two things in the way.â
âTwo things?â
âThat fine ass and this cock.â
You had been enjoying the softer side of him, but the harder side sure did make you tingle.
âI just wanna rest,â you answered.
âWe'll just rest, then,â he replied. âWe can just sleep if ya want. Canât promise I'll behave in the *morninâ*, butâŠâ
âFeels good out here,â you said.
âAlright pumpkin,â he agreed. âWeâll stay here a while.â Then he asked with light-hearted skepticism, âFeel good against this fence?â
His arms relaxed around you, then fell away.
You felt cold as he stepped aside, but he took your hand and gently pulled you to the pool gate. He reached his free hand over and unlocked it. The metal creaked as he pushed it open.
âCâmon,â he led you in, all the way to the edge of the pool. He dropped your hand to roll up his pj pants, then while he was down there, he rolled yours up, too. You both slipped of your sandals. âSometimes I just look at the waterâŠ.all lit up. Speakinâ of,â he reached in his pocket and showed you a joint.
âNot now,â you answered, and he tucked it behind his ear as he sat down on the edge.
You sat down an inch or two away from him, and he scooted over to close the gap. He placed his hand on the back of your head and you leaned into him. He put his arm around you. âYa know pumpkin⊠itâs gonna be okay.â Your throat tightened again. He continued, âThereâs been times I thought it wouldnât. But it always got better.â
You both watched the light patterns dance in the water, and he added, âMightâa taken time, but it did.â
âI dunno,â you sniffled.
He rubbed your arm and said, âWell, youâre not alone, anyway.â
And you couldn't help but laugh, âyeah I've noticed.â
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Thank you for reading đđ«
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So I know overall yandere talk is on Skully atm, but I've been having some thoughts kicking around in my head for the Heartslabyul hive and how it could work. So here are some of my thoughts for it:
Why is the hive so desperate for a Queen? (Breeding Queen?)
My current thought is that maybe Riddle's mother was the last Queen. And for whatever reason, the hive rejected her. This can happen with bees if their queen gets a parasite or the like, but the overall process beyond that would be to already be breeding another, but just starve the last Queen to death. Or brutal regicide, kind of depends.
I mean, it's Riddle's mom, whatever reason can kinda fit. But for some reason, the hive was still unable to produce their own queen naturally. So they went out and procured the next best thing.
Even better if Riddle was *supposed* to be the next Queen that was being raised, but ended up being a drone. This screws up the last Queen's plans, making he far more brutal or violent or whatever.
And maybe he and the other drones (the Hearts boys) didn't like the mistreatment from her. Sooooooo Regicide? And that is when they get desperate looking for a new Queen.
2. Why go for a human?
Could be convenience, could be temperature is just right. Either way, if the way the drones work is that they're depositing eggs into their darling, then fertilizing them, then that would just be using their own egg and sperm. This could explain the breeding rotations, though.
One dude fills with eggs, the next fertilizes them. Keeping some genetics in there and providing some diversity. Unless Riddle can, somehow, be the only one who can deposit eggs and the rest can fertilize? But I kind of like the idea of them taking turns for clutches and for quicker rounds.
I would imagine whoever is on the clutch rotation, though, would be pampered just as well as their precious incubator. Maybe they spend a lot of time together, getting fed good foods, courting a bit. Making eggs in general is, of course, very energy/time consuming for the body. So the idea of the egg-depositor getting to be spoiled
Maybe most of the drones let this be Riddle most of the time after all the BS with his mom. Maybe they just like spoiling the two of them the most, but they get turns sometimes too. Sometimes Riddle wants to spoil others, obviously~
3. Pheromones
Hot. Little bit of hypnotism, little bit of bug stuff. Very good recipe for breeding shenanigans.
4. Hierarchy
I like the idea that the Queen is at the top, but second to her is the "King." The way this could work is that the Queen is the one who (normally) produces eggs for the hive, then everyone else in the hive tends to her. Y'know, bee logic. Drones are constantly breeding the Queen in order for her to produce said eggs, then all the workers are feeding her and cleaning her, etc.
But I like the idea for this hive is that it works like this:
Socially speaking, the Queen is at the top. The Queen births the young. Then, there's a King, the one who's decided is like. The best genetics or something along those lines. Maybe the brightest colors (Riddle with his bright red hair and the like) determines who has the strongest genetics.
Then the other drones are beneath him. The King's main duties are tending to the Queen and ensuring she is best cared for.
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Anyway, I have more thoughts but these are the ones to kick around for now.
--Science Freak Anon đ€Ąđ§Ș
đ đ my dear science freak anon, this is so DELICIOUS!!!! I am devouring each of these thoughts like a starved dog who has just discovered a veritable FEAST. The idea of breeding rotations is especially scrumptious........ if the responsibility fell to Riddle to keep the hive in line while searching for a new queen, it's only right to do so through rules and schedules. The same goes for breeding so that no one is too greedy with you, and everyone is granted a turn so long as they follow the schedule. OTL
AAAAAA I love the idea of mutual pampering, too!!! >w< both of you being spoiled after so much physical exertion. orz the entire hive doing what they can to make things comfortable, adoring you so much!!!
#twisted chit chat#science freak anon đ€Ąđ§Ș#n/sfw#tw: breeding#these thoughts are so good AAAAA#going to be thinking about them a lot...
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LET ME TAKE CARE OF YOU
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origins!logan x reader
warnings: fluff, no use of y/n
Had this thought in my head and I read a shit ton of Logan blurbs and fics but Iâve never posted anything Iâve randomly written and Iâm deffo nervous but fuck it I guess
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You woke up to it snowing, just like the weatherman predicted. You needed to go into town to get groceries and other necessities, and having put it off all week proved to be a poor decision.
You reluctantly slid out of bed, from the safe, warm, space, and wrapped yourself in your cardigan before padding downstairs to the kitchen. As you filled your coffee pot with water you peered out the window to get a gist of just how bad it was snowing.
It was coming down, but not too hard and the visibility was still good. The tall pine trees that lined the edge of your property swayed with the tender swirls of snow. The sun was unsettlingly bright against the whiteness of the snow, blinding you from looking out for too long.
You poured a cup of coffee and settled at the dining room table, seated perfectly to watch the snow fall and the wildlife wake up with the sun. This life was not perfect by any means, but you knew why Logan chose to home you both out here. It was for comfort, safety, and peace knowing not many would trek through the unknown to find you.
After finishing your coffee, you made your way to the front door, slipping on your winter gear. Tall, thick boots now adorned your feet, and a fur-lined parka wrapping the last remnants of heat from your bed against you. You knew if you wanted to make it to town you would have to shovel the driveway now and leave soon before the weather got worse. With that, with your now gloved hands, you opened the front door and invited the bitter cold in. The wind whipped you in the face and it stung hard, but nothing you werenât already used to.
You grabbed the shovel and started a path from the steps of the front deck to the truck. From there, you went up and down the driveway in straight lines, careful not to slip. You were so focused on the task at hand you could barely hear Logan calling from the front deck.
âPrincess! What are you doing?â Logan calls. You turn around to see your boyfriend standing there, head cocked, arms across his chest with that ever present scowl across his face. You knew he wasnât seriously upset with you but you never enjoyed seeing him upset. âGive me the shovel, you go inside and get warmed up.â Logan says while coming down the path you made.
You pulled the shovel out of his reach. âNot a chance Logan, Iâm almost done, I can handle it.â You said, matching his stern tone.
âI donât care if you can handle it, I will finish, now go.â He said, pointing at the house. You werenât going to give in that easily.
âLogan, I am perfectly capable of shoveling the driveway! I used to do it when I lived with my parents, seriously Iâm fine.â You appreciated Loganâs kindness to help you with everything, but sometimes you just really wanted to show him how independent you were.
Logan places his hands on your shoulders. dusting the snow off. âDarlin, I know youâre capable of shoveling the driveway. Youâre capable of a lot of things, but you live with me now. Iâm taking care of you now, so I do this, okay?â You felt your heart swell and you couldnât even think of where to begin what to say. Your whole life, you were the person everyone else relied on. The feeling of gratitude and love filled your chest and soon your eyes. You stammered, not even knowing how to respond to Logan.
He didnât even give you a chance to answer before he picked you up and slung you over his shoulders like you weighed nothing. âLogan!â you screeched, âPut me down!â You were giggling and smacking Loganâs back, but that was hardly a deterrent to him. He effortlessly carried you back into the house, placing you by the wood stove to heat you quicker. Carefully, he undressed your winter gear and clothes, laying them on the back of the couch to dry. You allowed him this moment in caring for you, because you knew deep down this was mending broken pieces of him, slowly but surely.
Before you knew it, you were down to your undies and bra, being hoisted over Loganâs shoulder again, this time being taken upstairs. âLogan! I can walk!â
âI know darlin.â
Logan set you down gently on the bed and turned to rummage through his drawers. He turned back around holding sweatpants and a sweatshirt, which were clearly his. A toothy grinned crossed his face as he walked to you. He first put the sweatpants on you, sliding them over each foot and up to your hips. Then he carefully pulled the oversized hoodie over you. Last, to finish off your look, he brought out the warmest cabin socks he could find, carefully slipping those on as well. He stepped back and gave a once over of his job. You couldnât help but break out into laughter.
âWhatsâo funny?â He scrunched his nose and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
âNothing Logan, youâre just going overboard, Iâm fine, was hardly cold and I couldâve fini-.â You didnât get to finish your sentence as Logan cut you off with a sweet kiss.
âLike I said before, you live here now. Iâm supposed to be taking care of you, so let me. You donât need to do everything anymore. I love you.â Logan held your hands and kissed your forehead before laying you down and pulling the covers over you. âNow you lay here and warm up. Iâll finish the driveway, and cook breakfast. Then we can head to town. Okay darlin?â Loganâs hazel eyes were surrounded by those crinkles you absolutely adored, and a bright smile only reserved for you.
You nodded. âOkay, LoâŠâ you smiled up at him, taking in his gentle features and soaking in the love and display of affection Logan was giving you. Logan leaned down and pressed a longer kiss to your forehead before pushing some hair to the side of your face. âI love you sweetheart.â He said as he moved to the door, glancing back one more time to flash a grin before disappearing down the hallway.
You werenât used to the one being waited on and getting to relax, but living with someone like Logan made it easy.
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett fluff#origins logan howlett#absxntmxnded blurbs#oh im so sorry if this is bad#xmen origins wolverine#wolverine#wolverine x reader#deadpool and wolverine#xmen#logan x reader
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Oh goodness I am so excited to finally being able to read part two!
Alright it is devastating right off the bat and I know, I know I should be worried about her and I am. I am SO worried, but my mind completely went somewhere else when Dean PICKED HER UP. The man is so strong and I am just...
âI hope youâve learned your damn lesson,â he says. Your gaze snaps up to his. âExcuse me?â Deanâs hands go to his hips as his brows raise at you. âNext time, when I tell you to hang back, I mean that shit. Hang the hell back,â he all but growls.Â
I was prepared for this coming but dang... "I hope you've learned your damn lesson" is a line that breaks my heart more than I should. It cuts to the quick for me, because to me it's worse than just saying "I told you not to do something." It's not heartless, but it's enough of a rendition of it that it just makes you go "oh wow."
And oh my word the two lines from Dean when she got mad KILLED ME. The:
"What's this, some kind of Latina temper?" he asks snidely.
AND
"Oh, I'm sorry, does this telenovela-style tongue lashing come with subtitles?" he snarks.
I was literally screaming. It's like he wants her to kill him. I know that Dean loves her so much but oh my goodness it's about to get so real for him. Man is about to be torn to shreds.
You wear it over some long pajama pants instead of your usual shorts, or better yet, nothing at all. But he can see what kind of mood youâre in. Things are unsettled as you both get ready for bed in silence. He notes the way you turn to face the other side in bed, maybe to avoid him. Though if you really wanted to do that, you couldâve gone to your old room. So in more ways than one, Dean takes some solace in the fact that youâre still next to him. And he decides to give you some time and space. He goes to bed and tries in vain to sleep.
Oh sweetie pie, Dean you're an idiot, but we love our little idiot even when he loses his temper because he cares so much. This part really got to me, because at first I was like "oh why would she stay with him in his room," but I get it. Even though she's upset, Dean is still her best friend and the man she loves and even though he's the one that made her feel this way, she still wants to be comforted by his presence. I always think that, this particular thing is so bittersweet to read about in relationships.
Or at least that's how I took this bit đ
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Side note: I am happy that the reader didn't have to tell the woman about her son. That would have broken me to read that especially after the reader promised that they would find her son in part one.
It startles a shriek of surprise out of you as you whirl around. Deanâs smile hikes up into a grin, but it soon fades when he remembers the way your scream rang through his ears last night. The way his heart dropped into his stomach, and his head swiveled at the sound. And he saw you go down hard. Then the rest of it tumbles through his mindâwhat he had to do afterwards in order to save you. How heâd did it without really thinking, his panic and determination blocking out almost everything else when heâd grabbed the kid. The monster, he forcibly reminds himself.Â
Oh my word. I love you friend, but WHY!? Dang it, this pricked at my heart. It's so good, so heart wrenching. I feel so bad for him, but it really just reinforces why he "lost it" with the reader earlier. Goodness the trope of the reader getting yelled at by someone who loves them about putting themselves in danger really is just such a good one for Dean and you do it so well.
His apology is really just pricking at my heart. It's so good, so forthcoming so honest. And the thought that he was "better off alone" is so on brand for him. I know that we've talked about that before, but it really does fit him, and I love how you weave it into this fic.
You realize then what Deanâs really saying. Heâs afraidâŠafraid to lose you. You see it in his furrowed brows, the downturn of his lips, and whatever pain heâs trying to hide in the depths of his eyes. And just like that, the water works start. You canât quite keep your tears at bay as you hold onto his shirt. He lets out a resigned sigh as he holds you by your arms. âYou donât have to cry for that,â he says, a bit teasing. âHave you met me?â you sniff. But you manage to look up at him with your glassy eyes. âIâm sorry too. God, Iâm so sorry, Dean.âÂ
She's crying... I'm crying. It's really just tears all around and such a good moment. Also the him saying "You don't have to cry for that"... YES SHE DOES.
This is just overall a really wonderful vulnerable moment that you've captured that feels real for both the reader and Dean. Especially when she talks about "working with my heart, not my head." I think that if it were me, I would also be "working with my heart." I don't think that I'd be able to take myself emotionally out of the situation that they're in all the time because they're hunters.
The problem is, you didnât just see your own mother in Rachel. She hadnât been much older than you. And when you imagine a life beyond hunting, more than anything (no matter how much you shove down the idea), you really do want a family of your own someday.Â
Hoping for some FORESHADOWING đđ»đ
Also the salsa lesson is just so cute. And the way you took a really emotional moment to a cute salsa dance to a steamy session to a giggly awkward moment is great. The transitions make it seamless.
And the song choices were perfect! When the reader was describing what the song meant I was like, "oh yeah, that's him right there. There's the man officer." lmao đ€Ł
Often heâs one to leave love bites of varying degrees, wherever he sees fit. But for a moment he stops at the crook of your neck, just pressing a lingering kiss. He lets out a deep breath, and you realize heâs probably thinking about where you were bitten. The wound is gone, but it doesnât change whatâs imprinted in both of your minds.  A softer smile grows on your face. You trail your fingers up into his hair, massaging the back of his neck. âIâm okay,â you remind him. Dean hums deep in agreement. You know, however, that heâs still thinking far too much.
I was again so emotional reading this, because oh my word, poor Dean just reliving the moments where the reader almost died.
And also the final scene đđ¶ïž I should have known from the gif at the beginning tbh lol.
ESPECIALLY THIS LINE:
âWhat, now youâre shy?â he remarks. And he has to laugh. âCome back here.â
I don't know why that wiped me out after everything tbh.
Not to mention that the sex was also giggly towards the end and I really just love that. And the love confessions KNOCKED ME OUT.
I love you, youâd said. I love you and I love you, more than you can believe and understand.Â
Oh I'm riding a train of emotions, and all of this was so good. Especially Sam walking in on them. I was laughing so hard at Dean's reaction:
âAll right, Sammy. Go to your room,â he chides playfully (but he means it). âThe adults are havinâ a moment.â
It's all wonderful my friend! And I can't wait to read another fic from this universe! đ
Devour Me - Part 2
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-Sized/Latina!ReaderÂ
Summary: When you and Dean start to press each otherâs buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lessonâŠone he didnât exactly ask for. (18+)
AN:Â Here's Part 2! **Read Devour Me: Part 1
Song Inspo: âYo No Se Mañanaâ by Luis Enrique. But really itâs âVen DevĂłrame Otra Vesâ by Lalo Rodriguez. (Youâll see why.) đ€
Word Count: 5,400
Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Blood, character death and violence, smutty smut, angst, Dominican slang, and tons of sexy fluff.
â Midnight Espresso Masterlist
Part 2: "Telenovela Style"
Your resulting scream of agony is as unforgiving as the ground when your knees buckle, hitting the hard cement.
Andy grips you with the strength of a monster.Â
Then he holds you down as he drinks your blood.Â
No matter how you struggle and whimper, you canât push him off, and youâre getting weaker by the second.
Until Andy is ripped away from your neck, and is taken care of the way all vampires must be. He doesnât even feel the blade coming.Â
When youâre able to look up, Dean stands above you with thinly veiled fury. He doesnât have time to consider what heâs just done.Â
He bends to gather you up into his arms, all the while trying to stamp down the panic clenching his heart. He calls your name, but you can only make weak sounds as your bleary eyes meet his.Â
âDean,â you manage. The ragged wound in your neck is bleeding profusely down your chest and shoulder, seeping into your shirt. He takes your hand and clamps it hard against your neck, even though it makes you whimper.
âGotta stop the bleeding,â he says, apologetic but firm. âKeep pressing.â
In your stupor of pain, you donât realize that your screech woke the entire nest. Dean has to lock up his worry; he looks up and finds his brother and Cas already fighting a hoard of angry vampires.Â
Dean carries you over to them and lays you down against the wall with the other humans. He keeps a protective line in front of you, but he decapitates a vampire before she can sink her fangs into Sam next.
The two of them work together, and with Castielâs smiting power behind them, the angel and the two men are able to clear the rest of the nest.Â
By the end, only you and two of the women being held captive are still alive. The third girlâs heart just finally gave out. Sam takes the survivors to the nearest hospital.Â
Meanwhile, Castiel approaches where you sit up against the inside of the barn, barely awake, while Dean kneels with you, holding you to his chest. He meetâs Casâs blue-eyed request with a nod. So Cas stretches out a hand and touches two fingers to your forehead.Â
Youâre healed in an instant. Dean marvels, like he always does when Cas displays his power. Dean is able to breathe a little easier, the vice grip on his heart easing as he touches your neck.
The tan skin is once again smooth, if still stained with blood. You blink back into wakeful consciousness.Â
He shifts so he can see your face. âYou okay?âÂ
You meet his eyes but can only nod. His jaw is still tight and tense, and you canât blame him.Â
You know youâve messed up. Big time. You nearly got everyone killed, including yourselfâŠand now, you have to tell a mother that her son is dead.Â
Dean helps you up, holding you by your arms and waist until youâre steady on your feet. You have a hard time meeting his eyes, but when open your mouth to apologize, he beats you to it.Â
âI hope youâve learned your damn lesson,â he says.Â
Your gaze snaps up to his. âExcuse me?â
Deanâs hands go to his hips as his brows raise at you.Â
âNext time, when I tell you to hang back, I mean that shit. Hang the hell back,â he all but growls.Â
You tilt your head at him as your irritation begins to spark. Meanwhile, Castiel is the one who backs up as he glances between you and Dean uncertainly.
âI made a mistake, but that doesnât give you the right to tell me what to do,â you shoot back. âI was a hunter long before I met you.âÂ
âYeah, well, color me surprised that youâve made it this long,â he snaps.Â
Your temper flares hotter. âYou know, youâre not so goddamn perfect either.âÂ
âNever said I was,â Dean says. âBut when my gut tells me something ainât right, I need you to fucking listen. Otherwise, we get a day like today.â
His words are edged with grit by the end of his little rant, and you donât appreciate it. Your lips purse in anger.
âI donât care what that legendary gut tells you,â you sass back. âIâm not a little girl, and youâre not my damn father!â
Dean raises incredulous brows at the way youâre shouting at him. He crosses his arms.Â
âWhatâs this, some kind of Latina temper?â he asks snidely.Â
You truly become incensed at that.Â
âOh, you want to take it there?â you ask, as your eyes narrow. âQue sin vergĂŒenza tĂș eres. Sigue jodiendo conmigo, coño. Entonces tĂș vas a ver quien soy yo.â
Dean wonât admit it, but in that moment, heâs a bit intimidated by the quiet threat in your voice. Still, his fuse is lit, and heâs way beyond curbing his internal filter.
âOh, Iâm sorry, does this telenovela-style tongue lashing come with subtitles?â he snarks.Â
You let out an incredulous breath. Your eyes begin to sting.
âYouâre such an asshole!â you shout back. There, understand that?
You turn away from him before your frustrated tears can fall, but you stop short once you notice Castiel dragging out the bodies of the deadâŠincluding Andy. Your throat constricts, and you begin to stalk out of the barn.Â
Dean calls your name in frustration.Â
âWhat?â you hiss.Â
The only thing that makes him hesitate is seeing the state of you when you turn back around. His anger crumbles, and maybe something in him breaks when he sees your tears. Theyâve welled up in your eyes, and a few of them carve a path down your cheeks.Â
Youâre still covered in your own blood, and he hates it. He hates it more than anything.Â
Later, you see the state of yourself when Sam returns with the Impala. In the reflection on the backseat window, you see the blood dried down your neck, staining nearly half of your shirt.
You see the black rings of your mascara and eyeliner around your eyes. You look a mess, and you try to wipe underneath your eyes. Itâs a fruitless effort.
After you all finish burning the bodies, Dean starts the long drive home. You insist on stopping to tell Rachel Campbell about her son, but Sam says he already took care of it when he drove into town.Â
You frown, but you no longer have the energy to be angry. You further withdraw into yourself, and your lower lip trembles as you look out the window. Through the rearview mirror, Dean sees more tears slipping down your face.
What Sam told him (but he wonât tell you), is what one of the survivors said. One of the mated pairs had taken AndyâŠto âadoptâ a son of their own.Â
That night is quiet and tense in Deanâs room. You have to wash your hair all over again, and scrub the blood and grime from your body until only your skin remains. But you donât have the energy to do more than braid your wet hair afterwards and pull on your lucky Journey shirt, which is still full of holes.Â
Dean knows that itâs bad when you need the âdreamcatcher,â as heâs called it in his head. Youâve never had a nightmare while wearing that shirt, or so you claimed a while back.Â
You wear it over some long pajama pants instead of your usual shorts, or better yet, nothing at all. But he can see what kind of mood youâre in. Things are unsettled as you both get ready for bed in silence.Â
He notes the way you turn to face the other side in bed, maybe to avoid him. Though if you really wanted to do that, you couldâve gone to your old room.
So in more ways than one, Dean takes some solace in the fact that youâre still next to him. And he decides to give you some time and space.Â
He goes to bed and tries in vain to sleep.
In the morning, Deanâs woken by the familiar smell of coffeeâŠand the less familiar sound of loud salsa music.Â
What the fuck?
After he brushes his teeth, he puts on his robe and slippers and heads down to the kitchen, where he finds you in a seemingly better mood. Youâre mopping the floor, of all things. Youâre out of your pajamas, instead wearing a loose shirt that falls off your shoulder and some spandex shorts.Â
âYo no se mañanaâŠyo no se mañana. Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo,â you sing softly along with the music as you dance from the kitchen to the living room. Your phone is connected to a Bluetooth speaker on the coffee table.Â
Dean starts to smile, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorway to watch you.
At an instrumental break with a run of conga drums and trumpets, you pause in your mopping to do a little twirl as you dance, with a soulful roll of hips and a flair of salsa steps. It makes Deanâs smile kick up into a smirk.
He walks in on purposefully light feet until heâs sidled up behind you in the living room.
âNice moves, Shakira,â he quips.Â
It startles a shriek of surprise out of you as you whirl around. Deanâs smile hikes up into a grin, but it soon fades when he remembers the way your scream rang through his ears last night. The way his heart dropped into his stomach, and his head swiveled at the sound. And he saw you go down hard.Â
Then the rest of it tumbles through his mindâwhat he had to do afterwards in order to save you. How heâd did it without really thinking, his panic and determination blocking out almost everything else when heâd grabbed the kid. The monster, he forcibly reminds himself.Â
âYou trying to give me a heart attack?â you ask with a hand on your heart.Â
Dean forces himself to smile a little. âSorry. But might I remind you, not everyone hereâs an early bird.â
You give him a wry look.
âYouâre the only one around here who sleeps past 10 a.m. Cas dipped out a while ago, and Samâs on a run.âÂ
But you graciously grab your phone to lower the music to a more bearable level. Dean doesnât yet know this about you, but thisâlistening to music, dancing, cleaningâitâs all your way of copingâŠand releasing as much of your pain, terror, and regret from yesterday as possible.Â
You then look up at him more guarded. The two of you exchanged a lot of unsavory words last night. In fact, it may just be the worst fight you two have ever had in almost three years of knowing one another. Â
Dean senses the shift in you, and his amusement fades. He just can't let things stay like this. He won't.
He hazards drawing closer and touching your arm.
âLookâŠIâm sorry for snapping at you yesterday. I know I was being a dick,â he says. âYouâve just gotta understand something.â
You wait for him to continue with furrowed brows, sensing that whatever heâs about to say is hard for him.Â
âThereâs a reason I donât do this. The uh, relationship thing,â Dean continues, clearing his throat. His thumb swipes along your arm. âItâs not just this job. Itâs my fucked up life. I tried to warn you beforeââÂ
âDean,â you say with a sigh, but he raises his hand.Â
âPlease, justâŠlet me say it,â he says. âYou know the spiel. But things can change on a dime. Even on a damn milk run, like a dusty nest of vamps.â
You know that. You know you couldâve died yesterday, and he doesnât need to remind you of that fact. Before you can start to get petulant again though, Dean continues. His jaw is working, like this next part is more difficult for him to admit.
âTrust me when I say, us being together is dangerous, for both of us,â he says. âFor a while I, uhâŠI started to think Sam and I were better off alone.â
That casts you into dismay. Because you know Dean isnât lying. Heâs really contemplated spending the rest of his life devoid of love, so he wonât have to lose it.Â
Dangerous, for both of us.
You realize then what Deanâs really saying. Heâs afraidâŠafraid to lose you. You see it in his furrowed brows, the downturn of his lips, and whatever pain heâs trying to hide in the depths of his eyes.Â
And just like that, the water works start. You canât quite keep your tears at bay as you hold onto his shirt. He lets out a resigned sigh as he holds you by your arms.Â
âYou donât have to cry for that,â he says, a bit teasing.Â
âHave you met me?â you sniff. But you manage to look up at him with your glassy eyes. âIâm sorry too. God, Iâm so sorry, Dean.âÂ
Your fist clenches in his shirt when you remember Andy, latched onto your neck, and how Dean had to save you. You know heâs remembering it too when his brows furrow, and his gaze falls away. You reach a hand for his cheek.
âI know I fucked up,â you admit. âI was working with my heart, not my head. I justâŠâ
You wanted so badly to help that kid and his mother. You also know that Dean understands; you see it in his eyes. He holds your hand to his cheek and brushes his thumb across the back of your hand.
âI know,â he says. âI really am sorry, baby.âÂ
The problem is, you didnât just see your own mother in Rachel. She hadnât been much older than you. And when you imagine a life beyond hunting, more than anything (no matter how much you shove down the idea), you really do want a family of your own someday.Â
Itâs justâŠdays like yesterday remind you why that could be a very bad idea.Â
More of your tears bubble over, and you head willingly into Deanâs arms. âMe tooâŠâ
He holds you tighter than ever. His hands rub down your back, tangle in your hair, and he drops his lips onto your hair. You sniffle, wiping your face dry in his shirt. And for a while, the two of you have peace in the relative quiet.Â
Music still plays from the speaker though. And when another salsa song starts to play on your playlist, you start swaying. A smile works its way onto Deanâs face.Â
âYou canât help yourself, can you?â he teases.
You smile into his chest. âWe should go dancing sometime.â
Dean just laughs. âOooh, no.â
âOh, yes,â you reply, batting your lashes up at him. You slip a hand on his shoulder and into one of his hands. Heâs forced to hold you as if the two of you were about to start Fred Astair-ing across the living room.Â
âHave you ever danced before?â you ask. âLike real dancing.âÂ
âNot salsa, Iâll tell you that,â he quips.Â
âThatâs okay. Iâll teach you,â you reply with a coquettish smile. âItâs just a few simple moves.â
Dean gives you a wan look. âYou made it look anything but simple.â
You blush at that, but you meet him with a pout of disappointment. You donât let up, even when Dean frowns. He huffs at you in resistance.
âNo,â he insists. You just brush a gentle thumb along his neck, biting your lip in askance. Â
But the longer he stares at your beautiful, hopeful eyes, the more cracks form in his resolve.Â
Eventually, Dean breaks with a sigh, and a shake of his head.Â
âYouâre too much, you know that?â he mutters.
Itâs then that you know youâve won.
So with a happy squeal of excitement, you clap your hands and move to stand next to him so you can show him the basic steps of salsa dancing.Â
You make him take off his robe and slippers, leaving in his shirt and plaid pajama pants. Then you instruct him for a few minutes, correcting his footing and getting him to move on a beat. Youâre pleasantly surprised that he has some rhythm. Â
Dean sighs once again. How the hell did we get here? Heat crawls up the back of his neck as embarrassment starts to set in.Â
âThis is fucking ridiculous,â he grumbles.
âYouâre doing good,â you encourage, with a growing smile. âNow come on, feel the beat in threes. One, two, three. One, two, threeâŠâ
Once he sort of has the basic steps and turns down, you move to stand in front of him. There you show him how to hold you, how heâll move forward, and youâll move back. It takes a little while, but you slowly move through the combinations, then do a little twirl underneath his hand.Â
When he pulls you back in without faltering, you give him a beaming smile. âVery good!â
A subtle grin raises his lips at your enthusiasm. He also feels his face heating up at the praise.
But you pause when a certain song filters through the speakers. Itâs an old one (and it never fails to make you blush), but you love it. Â
âOoh, yes,â you exclaim with delight, and you turn up the volume.
âWhatâs this one?â Dean asks.
âVen DevĂłrame Otra Ves,â you inform him. Not that he knows what that means. You sing along a bit with the first couple of verses while you encourage Dean to lead you in the dance.Â
This song is just slow enough for him to attempt it, and the funny thing is, he doesnât feel all that uncomfortable with the steps now. Heâs starting to get a feel for how to move, both with his feet, and with his hands as he guides you by your waist, holding your hand close to his chest. Still, Deanâs also curious about the lyrics youâre singing.Â
âWhat does it mean?â he asks.
You huff in amusement. âYou sure you want to know?â
Dean raises a brow. âWell, now I gotta know.âÂ
You giggle at that, though you correct his steps when he leads with the wrong foot.Â
âOkay. Itâs about a guy whoâs pretty much a player,â you say with a smirk. âHis bed has been a revolving door of hot ass, but he keeps thinking about this one woman who used to have him turned inside outâŠâ
Deanâs lips curve at the familiar image youâre conjuring. He manages to turn you under his hand, then pull you back to him in one smooth motion. He looks down at you with a deeper gleam in his eyes. You bite your lip, soothing your hand from his shoulder and down his arm.
As the songâs verses come, you translate for him. And for Dean, your voice in itself is a spell.
âEven in my dreams, he says, I thought I had you devouring me. And I dampened my white sheets remembering you,â you begin. Your words are smooth like black velvet. âIn my bed, no one is like you, who draws my body on every corner, without a piece of skin left over.â
Dean is getting hot under the collar as you push away, dragging your fingertips along his back as you turn around him. When you come back into his line of vision, his attention is attracted to the sway of your hips, clad just in those little spandex shorts. He has to clear his throat a bit.Â
You eventually return to him with a warm hand against his chest.Â
âVen, devĂłrame otra ves. It means, come devour me again,â you continue, looking up at him from under your lashes, âCome punish me more with your desire. Because I kept my love for youâŠbecause my mouth has the taste of your body.âÂ
You smile at the laser focus of his green-eyed gaze. âCome devour me again.â
You push off with another little spin. When you reach for his hand, Dean yanks you back into him, eliciting a gasp. The move disorients you for a moment, but you giggle and hold onto his arms. Your hands glide up to rest on his shoulders.Â
Heâs holding you flush against him, and as you shift a thigh between his legs, you unintentionally graze against his hardening length. You look up at him with a smirk.
âYouâre a littleâŠstiff,â you say, both flirtatious and teasing. âLetâs loosen you up.â
You shake his shoulders out and try to get him to relax. Dean raises a wry brow, because you know damn well whose fault it is that his body is coiled tight. But you place his hands on your hips as you move back into the dance.Â
âFeel what Iâm doing there?â you ask. He looks down on you with growing heat.
âIf I could do that, we wouldnât be together,â he rumbles.Â
You try to stifle a laugh as he pulls you in close again, just swaying for a bit. Soon enough, you grin knowingly when his hands start to slide lower on your ass. His head bows to yours, ready to meet you with a kiss.Â
You stop him with your finger on his lips.
âQuestion: do you consider yourself more of a tits or ass man?â you ask him. Youâre half teasing, but still curious. Dean snorts at the question.Â
âMore of a connoisseur,â he replies, smirking.Â
âAh.â You nod sagely, and you point between him and yourself. âSo this is like a âsample the menuâ situation.â
Deanâs smirk deepens. âSweetheart, youâre a goddamn buffet.â
You splutter laughingâŠand thatâs when he finally pounces. He claims your lips with greedy passion. His hand winds into your hair, gripping tight and ruining whatâs left of your loose ponytail. The strands coil around his hand in messy curls while he also gets a healthy grip of your ass through your thin shorts.Â
You smile into his lips, even as you acquiesce to him guiding your head to the side, so he can slip his tongue against yours. You grip his arms more for stability while he manhandles you, kneading soft flesh and making pleasant tingles run up your spine.Â
After a little while, his mouth burns a hot path away from yours. He noses down your neck, skimming his lips across your skin. It sets your nerve endings on fire and gets you breathing more shallowly in his ear. You cling to the back of his shirt, holding him close.Â
Often heâs one to leave love bites of varying degrees, wherever he sees fit. But for a moment he stops at the crook of your neck, just pressing a lingering kiss.
He lets out a deep breath, and you realize heâs probably thinking about where you were bitten. The wound is gone, but it doesnât change whatâs imprinted in both of your minds. Â
A softer smile grows on your face. You trail your fingers up into his hair, massaging the back of his neck.Â
âIâm okay,â you remind him. Dean hums deep in agreement. You know, however, that heâs still thinking far too much.
So you slide your hands down, slow between the dips and planes of muscle in his back, and rest at his hips. Your thumbs delve under the hem of his shirt and tease the skin there.Â
And you start slow, pressing wet, nipping kisses of your own to his neck while you inch his shirt up. You feel his smile on your neck. His grip on your hip flares to life. Still, he lets you tug his shirt up and over his head. Your loose shirt comes next, revealing the same black satin and lace bra you wore the first time he ever got you topless in his arms.Â
A fan favorite. Dean grins. He reaches around to go for the clasp, but your firm push on his chest takes him by surprise.
He falls back onto the couch with a grunt, looking up at you then with raised brows. Youâve got a mischievous little smirk on your face that heats his blood and makes his cock twitch.
You take out the rest of your falling ponytail, shaking your hair out wild. Then you let your hands drift down your neck, over your clothed breasts, and finally to your little shorts.
Dean rubs his palms down his thighs and watches. A smirk forms across his lips as you slide the fabric down the curve of your hips. It leaves you in a red thong, familiar to him by the little tear it has on the front. (Again, his fault.)
You climb aboard his strong thighs to straddle his lap, using his shoulders as leverage as you sink down. You make sure to rub yourself teasingly against his clothed erection. He groans in appreciation. His hands fly to your soft, thick thighs and squeeze.Â
âAw, I like this,â Dean says, half on another moan as you grind down a bit harder on him.Â
âYeah?â you tease. You take his face in your hands and capture his lips with your own. Your tongue invades his mouth, and he welcomes you with a deep hum. Itâs slow and hot at first, but Dean feels the loss of you when you break from his lips.
Instead, you treat him with the same trail of kisses he gave you, along the curve of his jaw and down his neck. But you donât stop there.
Your hands move over his chest with purpose, tweaking over each hard nipple while your mouth burns a wet line down and down his sternum. Dean groans at your ministrations, but lets you leave his lap to slide down to the ground, between his thighs.Â
âWhatâre you up to, baby?â he asks, despite having a very good idea of it. He catches the playful, yet determined gleam in your eye.Â
You pause, briefly leaning back up to give him a heated kiss. You part from him with a grin.Â
âIsnât it obvious?â you ask. âIâm gonna devour you.â
Dean stares hard at you as goosebumps break out across his forearms.Â
Oh, fuck yeah.Â
A giggle bubbles in your throat at the expression on his face. But you continue, taking his pants down his legs first, before his boxer briefs.Â
Deanâs body tenses in anticipation. Youâve gone down on him before, but somehow itâs different this time. He feels like every single one of his nerve endings stands at attention along with his dick. And youâre taking your sweet time working him up.Â
Even when his cock is finally free, you sooth your hands down his legs first, maybe teasing him a bit as you drag your nails down his inner thighs. Dean makes a strained sound, though he tries to hide it by clearing his throat.
Your gaze flicks up to his with a little smile. Heâs holding the back of the couch; his fingers are digging into the old cushion in effort to keep still for you. But his eyes stare into yours like a man starving. You know what youâre in for after you have your way with him, but for now, heâs quite literally under your control.Â
So you take him in your hands first. Dean groans as you tease him with light touches, soft movements, your thumb slowly circling over the sensitive, weeping head of his cock. It's torturous enough to make him drop his head back against the couch, closing his eyes tight.
And suddenly, he blinks them open again.
âShit,â he utters, when you finally take him into your mouth. Your tongue is soft and wet, your lips move over him steadily, and your hands caress whatever your mouth canât take, even teasing his balls.Â
You work him over relentlessly, until he canât help but spill everything he has to give into your waiting mouth. When you suck off and swallow whatever remains, Deanâs heart stutters like syncopated conga drums.Â
He shudders and struggles for breath afterwards, watching your every movementâfrom wiping your mouth to shooting him that satisfied little smirk.Â
You press one last kiss to the inside of his thigh before you raise from where youâve been kneeling on the hard ground.Â
Dean manages to lean forward and helps you up by your elbows. But then he pulls you back into his lap and kisses you deeply. He doesnât let up until youâre panting with him.
âFuckinâ hell, sweetheart,â he manages to say. His voice is deep and laced with grit.Â
Heâs still panting heavily. You giggle and press your warming face into his neck.Â
âWhat, now youâre shy?â he remarks. And he has to laugh. âCome back here.â
He brings your face back to him with a hand on your cheek. For a second, he just looks at you. His thumb strokes across your full, thoroughly kissed bottom lip. Â
âSay it,â you encourage softly. âWhatever youâre thinking. Right now.â
A smile tugs at his lips. He canât help but oblige you.Â
âYouâre too damn much,â he says again, both gruff and fond. Despite how you drive him up the fucking wall sometimes, he doesn't think it'll ever be enough for him, what he has with you.
Because this is something he'd almost given up on. Didn't think he'd get to have it. And it almost scares him, how much he wants you. How much he...
âI love you,â he says. His thumb traces along the familiar curve of your cheek.
It hasnât been all that long, but he knows. You weaseled your way in without even trying. The least he can do for you is be honest.
Your fingers curl around his wrist, holding his hand in place. You tilt your head at him.
âOh, yeah?â you ask.Â
Dean hesitates, but he nods. âYeah.â
A smile grows across your face. âEh, Iâm still on the fence.â
At his flat look, you laugh and lean in for a kiss. He allows it, a little petulantly. But you make up for it with sweet affection. Your gentle hands stroke down the column of his neck, down his chest. You then lean back so he can see your face.
âYo te amo,â you whisper. âTe amo y te quiero, mĂĄs que tĂș puedes creer y entender.â
Dean smiles. He doesnât understand all of it, but he gets the important bits. He hears it in the tone of your voice. He sees it in your eyes. They shine with emotion, but mainly with love.Â
Dean kisses your hand. He lets go, just so he can slip his hands around you to finally unhook your bra. He tosses it across the room without bothering to see where it lands.
You do though, and you meet him with a slightly narrowed gaze.Â
âAre you making a mess of my clean bunker?â you tease.Â
His lips curve as he kisses you again, while his hands each get a generous handful of your breasts.Â
âAh, hello, ladies." He grins. "Miss me?â
You canât help but laugh. Heâs such a dork sometimes.
But you hum when his thumbs brush over hardened nipples, then drag deliberate circles over them, and pinch just hard enough to make you whimper in pleasure. The sensation zips through you, enhancing the flood between your legs.Â
âI fucking love that sound,â Dean mutters, and licks a hot path in the valley between your breasts. His lips move against your dewy skin when he says, âDo that for me again.â
When he takes a nipple in his mouth and nips a bit hard, you have to oblige him. Your voice rising high is music to his ears. Â
So he goes for your panties next. You help him get them off and return to his lap. With a breathy moan, you revel at the feeling of his fingers probing into your wet heat. Â
However, you and Dean have been too engrossed in one another to notice the door of the bunker unlocking, and heavy steps down the spiral staircase.Â
Itâs Sam whoâs back from his run. Unfortunately, he soon has to shield his eyes upon reaching the living room.Â
âDamn it, Dean!â
You yelp in surprise, but Dean laughs and holds you close to shield you from view. As a bonus, it presses your breasts against his chest.Â
âAll right, Sammy. Go to your room,â he chides playfully (but he means it). âThe adults are havinâ a moment.â
Sam scoffs. âYouâre having a moment on the goddamn couch!â
âSorry,â you say, though itâs muffled in Deanâs neck. Your face is red hot with embarrassment.Â
Sam rolls his eyes heavenward and tries not to see anything else on his way to his room.Â
But Deanâs chuckle reverberates through your chest as his hand goes to your cheek. He encourages you to pull back, so he can see your face again.Â
When he does, he smirks at the scarlet blush dusting your cheeks and neck. You bite your lower lip, but despite your embarrassment, youâre happy.
Your own words replay in your mind when you lean in for another kiss.
I love you, youâd said. I love you and I love you, more than you can believe and understand.Â
AN: Yay! I hope you enjoyed Part 2 of the âMidnight Espressoâ-verse! I loved writing this one so much. I know we're just doing fanfic here, but I genuinely put my heart and soul into this one. â€ïž
Also, here are a couple of Spanish translations:
(Note: other Spanish-speaking countries may interpret certain words differently.)
[During their fight]:Â
âQue sin vergĂŒenza tĂș eres. Sigue jodiendo conmigo, coño. Entonces tĂș vas a ver quien soy yo.â
Translation:
âYouâre shameless. Keep messing with me, damn it. Then youâre going to see who I am (<- This is Dominican slang. It essentially means fuck around and find out what I'm made of.).â
[Song lyrics: âYo No Se Mañanaâ by Luis Enrique]:Â
âYo no se mañanaâŠyo no se mañana. Si estaremos juntos, si se acaba el mundo.â
Translation:
âI donât know tomorrow. I donât know tomorrow. If weâll be together, if the world will end.â
Keep Reading:
Next in this series is "Chico Malo" ("Bad Boy"):
Summary: You catch Dean red-handedâwith one of his favorite episodes of Casa Erotica.
â¶ïž Next Story: Bad Boy (Chico Malo)
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Stevie Fic
This is a Stevie first meeting fic based on this amazing art and concept by @your-unfriendlyghost Like most of my stuff its not betaed. Enjoy!
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Evie really fucking wants to hit something.
Itâs probably a bad idea considering hitting something-Â well, someone- Â is what got her here in the first place, but right now it feels like her options are fight or cry and she really doesnât want to cry.Â
The bench in the holding cell is cold under her bare legs, her skirt not long enough to properly cover them, but she canât bring herself to care in the slightest, despite the fact sheâs sharing the holding cell with two guys, one a drunk sleeping off a hangover in the corner, the other a tough looking greaser she vaguely recognizes from school, whoâs flicking a lighter idly, clearly bored out of his mind. Her right hand is aching something awful, knuckles all split and bloody, but she clenches her fist tighter, letting the skin pull back, watches the small cuts reopen and the blood well up, filling the tiny cracks in the surrounding skin. It smarts something awful, but itâs kind of mesmerizing all the same.Â
She focuses on the sharp sting, pretending the tears pricking her eyes are because of that instead of the fact that momâs here talking to the police sergeant but sheâs still never been further away.Â
How did this even happen? A year ago her mother was her favourite person in the whole world. It was the two of them against the world, always had been, ever since dad died back when she was six. Mom never used to have a problem with how she dressed or did her hair, never used to care if she made lewd jokes or chewed with her mouth open because momâs own manners were even worse and she liked them that way. A year ago if any man mom was seeing raised a hand to her mom wouldâve punched him herself, fuck the consequences or the injuries, because she wasnât ever gonna let a man know she was afraid of him, even if she was. A year ago if Evie had swung at someone for a good reason mom wouldâve bailed her out and took her out for ice cream, smiled her crooked smile and told her she was right proud of her and her fighting spirit, made her promise to keep it close to her heart.
Now? Momâs so different she might as well be a different person, and if this is the thanks Evieâs going to get for defending her, well, she can fucking fend for herself. If mom wants to simper and smile and bend over backwards for a man who treats her like dirt and Evie even worse she can fucking do it. If she wants to take his side and fuss over his broken nose while Evieâs stuck in this fucking cell then good riddance. But Evieâs never gonna throw a punch to defend her again, not ever. Hell, she might not even stick around the house. If momâs gonna choose a man she met three months ago over the daughter sheâs raised for the past sixteen years, why bother? Home hardly feels like home anymore anyway, what with Deanâs clothes in dadâs old dresser, and his presence sucking the air out of every room. Momâs art supplies have been shoved into the closet to make room for Deanâs unemployment papers, and last week Evie got home from school to find heâd thrown out all her model airplanes. Sheâd sobbed- sheâd been collecting them since she was six, and building the green one was the last thing she did with dad before he passed- but mom just told her to stop acting like such a child because they âwere only toys anywayâ and went right back to cooking Dean dinner. As if she didnât know those planes meant absolutely everything to her. As if she hadnât scraped and saved to buy her one for her birthday every single year without fail. Like she didnât even care.
A fresh wave of anger rushes through her at the memory, and the next thing Evie knows sheâs on her feet, her fist connecting with the concrete wall. She feels more than she hears something in her hand crack, and the fresh wave of agony is definitely similar to when she broke her arm back in kindergarten, but she doesnât even care. It feels good. She wants to hit something. She wants to hurt. She wants to throw punches the way her mother taught her in the hopes they will somehow help her forget said motherâs betrayal.
âHey!â A cop with cropped brown hair raps on the cell door with his baton so hard the bars rattle, âknock it off!â
She glares at him for a second but drops back onto the bench. She tells herself itâs because she really does want to get out of here, preferably today, but deep down she knows itâs because the manâs cold eyes and the way he swings the baton make it clear heâd be all too happy to use it on her.Â
âCrazy bitch,â she hears him mutter as he walks off,and she stiffens, suddenly wishing sheâd spit on him while she had the chance.Â
âWhatâd you expect?â A different voice answers, âThese greasy chics are all the same. Wild as rabid dogs.â
A snicker. âAnd they dress just as poorly. My Adeline ever stepped outta the house wearing something like that sheâd never be allowed back in.â
Their voices fade, getting reabsorbed into the racket of the precinct, but there words have already sunk into her skin, leaving cuts under her surface, making a home in the piece of her thats hates herself. She shivers a bit, hugging her jacket tighter around herself, and glowers at the linoleum floor, pointedly ignoring the prickling uncomfortable feeling of being watched. Between her outburst and the copâs shouting itâs little wonder half the precinct is staring, but she refuses to give them the satisfaction of meeting any of their gazes. Besides, itâs not like she isnât already used to being looked at like sheâs a freak.
â--I mean?â Evie recognizes Deanâs voice easily, even over the din of the rest of the station, conspicuous due to its deep cadence and domineering tone, âthatâs not normal behaviour, nice girls donât do that. I really think I oughta press charges.â
Her head snaps up and she glares at him, snarling, despite the fact heâs pretending to ignore her. Even if he doesnât see it, mom will, will know that Evie is nothing short of genuine in her hatred, that she regrets nothing.Â
Besides, she knows the threat is an empty one anyway. Dean talks a good game but he knows better than to actually press charges for something like this. The cops hadnât dragged Evieout for her side of the story yet and theyâd been all too happy to put her in handcuffs- Deanâs ruined shirt and self righteous anger when he stormed in here had seen to that- but when she does get a chance to speak sheâll be all too happy to explain why she punched him in the first place, and that probably wonât go over too well with a judge.
Of course, mom could always lie for him, rendering her whole defense useless. But Evieâs trying not to think about that. Surely mom still loves her somewhere. Surely she wonât let her own daughter go to the cooler for a half baked crime even if she doesnât.Â
Right?
âItâs those friends of hers,â mom defends, letting out a trilling, fake laugh, smiling as placatingly as possible at Dean and the cop theyâre sitting across from. Her eyes dart towards Evie's and away so fast sheâs half convinced she imagined it, âtheyâre such terrible influences. She didnât mean it.â
âShe broke my nose.â
And I'd do it again, asshole, Evie thinks. Her hand is killing her, but if it wasnât sheâd have clenched her fist at the mere thought. That was the one upside of this whole situation: sheâd finally been able to do what sheâd been wanting to do for months. Sheâll be dreaming of the satisfying crunch Deanâs nose had made when she deviated his septum for weeks.Â
âSheâs your daughter,â Dean continues, âDonât you think she ought to be punished?â
âOf course I do,â mom simpers, cosying into Deanâs side, gazing up at him with such a sickeningly sweet look Evie wants to vomit, âBut donât you think pressing charges is a little harsh? I mean, sheâs never done anything like this before.â
âWell you have to do something, Caroline, sheâs out of control. Talking back, giving me attitude, not listening to you either-â
He keeps going but Evie tunes him out, done listening to his bitching, God knows she already hears enough of it at home. She hates that heâs here, that he lives with them, that heâs ruined every good thing in her life. She hates the way mom looks at him.Â
Most of all she hates that she only swung at him once.Â
The guy across from her with the lighter is still flicking it rhythmically, the clicking sound oddly sharp, distinguishable even over the overlapping conversations in the precinct itself, but its owner doesnât seem so bored anymore. In fact, he keeps glancing over at her and then quickly looking away every time their eyes meet. She has half a mind to tell him heâs gonna waste all the gas in his lighter if he keeps it up, or maybe offer him a cigarette in exchange for a light, but she figures the boys in blue might decide to take some issue with that and she isnât about to get a full pack of marlboros confiscated when she only just bought them.
âFine!â Dean is suddenly looking right at her, voice rising above the precinct for real this time, âI wonât press charges this time, but Iâm sure as hell not paying her bail. She can rot here as far as Iâm concerned.â
The rage is a tidal wave bursting through a dam, all consuming and back full force before she can even blink
âLike you could pay it anyway, asshole!â Her unbroken hand is slamming into the bars and he should be grateful for it because itâs the only standing between him and Evie wringing his thick neck, âLast I checked you were a broke, unemployed loser spending my momâs hard earned money because youre too much much of a fuck up to have a single cent to your own name!â
He sneers, cruelly, but doesnât rise to the bait. Sheâll catch it for sure next time sheâs in the house, and heâll probably find something of hers to break in the meantime, but for the moment he manages to hold himself together.
âEnjoy the holding cell Evelyn.â
âSeriously?â She turns to mom, half desperate, half pleading, knowing it wonât make a difference and hoping foolishly, childishly, that it will anyway, âYouâre just going to let him leave me here?â
âEvie-â
âYouâre my mom.â Her voice breaks.
Mom flinches, but she hides it well. Evie notices, because she knows her tells, knows the slight trick of her left eye is her way of hiding heartbreak, just like she knows mom never really got over losing dad as much as she always tried to convince herself she did, knows Dean saw the loneliness that festered in momâs heart and twisted it to his advantage. She knows that mom is strong in some ways but not all of them and that a part of her has given up. She just hadnât realized until now that the part of her that gave up had given up on Evie.
âI did it for you,â her voice is shaking, and Dean could be screaming and the precinct could be burning around them and it wouldnât matter because all she can see right now is her motherâs apologetic brown eyes and the fact that she has let her down for the last time, âfor you. Not for me. And this is the thanks I get?â
âIâm sorry,â mom whispers, shame twisting her features, âbut- but you did a bad thing Evie, and-and we donât really have the money for bail right now anyway. Theyâll only hold you for a day or two anyway and then you can come home and weâll figure this out, the three of us.â
âCome home?â She canât help the scoff that forces its way out of her throat, âYou think you can leave me here, after everything, and Iâll just come home like nothing happened?â
âYou donât mean that.â
âTry me.â
âDeanâs right,â mom shakes herself and the glimpse of her true self is gone, replaced by the shell of a woman filled with Deanâs slimy thoughts, âyou need a few days to cool down. Youâre impossible to talk to right now.â
âImagine how much more impossible to talk to Iâll be when I'm gone and your sack of human shit boyfriend wonât even let you try to find me!â Evie yells at her retreating back, âHuh? Huh, you fucking bitch! Fuck. You.â She punctuates the last two words with a weak rap against the bars, but as suddenly as her anger overtook her it has drained away, leaving nothing but misery in its wake.
The brown haired cop doesnât have to rap on the bars this time to make her behave. She slinks back to the bench, a woman defeated.Â
She doesnât cry, but itâs a near thing. In fact, she still might. Itâs taking a lot of harsh blinking and biting the inside of her cheek to keep the tears from falling, but she refuses to crumple here, to be weak in front of a room full of men who have already seen her humiliated and powerless, men who have actively participated in making her that way. They will not get the victory of seeing her cry too. They wonât.Â
âHere,â suddenly the boy with the lighter is next to her, holding out a stained, but soft looking rag. She must have stared at him a beat too long because he clears his throat awkwardly, cheeks reddening ever so slightly, âfor your hand.â
âOh,â sheâd all but forgot about her split knuckles and probably broken ring finger, but when she looks down she can see that itâs started to swell something awful, which has in turn increased how much sheâs bleeding, âthanks.â
She struggles to wrap the rag clumsily around her knuckles. Without meaning to she makes the mistake of accidentally twitching her broken finger and drops the rag with a hiss, instinctively cradling her hand closer to her chest.
âHere, let me- I mean- I can wrap your hand for you? If you want?â Lighter guy offers. Heâs endearingly awkward, and, Evie has to admit, kind of cute, with his thick dark hair and glowing bronze skin. He looks about as rough as most guys from their side of town, intimidating with his leather jacket and seemingly instinctual scowl, but he doesnât seem scary. Not really. Not when heâs this kind.
Wordlessly she holds out her hand and he takes her wrist with a gentleness thatâs unprecedented from such large callused hands, clearly used to hard work, as he carefully threads the cloth over and around her knuckles, covering most of the cuts without tying anything too tightly.
Sheâs almost disappointed when he pulls away.
âYouâre real good at that.â
âYeah well,â he grins, suddenly roguish and Evie can see how he could be mean if he wanted to, âitâs not exactly my first time bandaging bruised knuckles. Might be my first time bandaging them on a girl though.â
âOh yeah?â Despite her misery she can feel a smile tugging at the corner of her own lips.
He nods. âYou oughta join a rumble sometime, looks like that right hook of yours does some real damage.â
âHe deserved it!â Evie snaps.Â
âLooked like it,â The boy agrees, holding up his hands in surrender. Heâs quiet for a minute, then adds, âSounded like it too.â
Something about the way he says it makes her pause.
âHe was gonna hit my mom,â she admits, shivering at the memory of Deanâs rage and the way mom had tensed, hands flying up to shield her face. Sheâd said after, when Dean was still screaming and everything had gone to shit that heâd never done it before, but her reaction had told Evie otherwise. âHe was standinâ over her and I could see him pulling back and in that moment it felt like my options were hit or be hit. So I punched him.â
âTuff.â
Evie blinks. âYa think?â
âYeah,â he nods, âI really do.â
Something in her chest relaxes at that, at not only his non judgemental assessment of her actions but his clear approval of them. She hadnât realized how much she needed someone on her side until now.
She looks at him, really looks at him. Aside from his thick hair and smooth skin, heâs got slightly crooked teeth and a strong nose. His eyes are angry, but righteously so, not cruelly so, and there is kindness hidden in the curve of his cheek and the calluses of his hands.
âYouâre Steve, right? Iâve seen you around school before with that friend of yours. The blond one.â
âSodapop, yeah,â He gives her an odd look, slightly pleased but clearly taken aback, âI gotta be honest, Iâm not used to people knowing my name and not his.â
âOh,â Itâs her turn to blush, âwell, I-I guess he never really made much of an impression on me.â
âWell since you seem to know my name, does that mean I made an impression on you?âÂ
âNo,â her cheeks are burning and she doesnât sound convincing, even to herself, but if sheâd seen Steve Randle doing pull ups when she walked past the boys gym class once and made a point of learning his name, thatâs no one's business but her own. It didnât have to mean anything. It didnât mean anything before now. âShut up.â
He laughs, and she should probably be annoyed because heâs definitely teasing her but itâs such a nice sound, carefree and inherently defiant, that itâs hard to do anything but enjoy it.
âSomeone call for a jailbreak?âÂ
Before Steve can properly answer theyâre interrupted.
Speak of the devil, Evie thinks, silently cursing Sodapop as he grins through the bars at Steve, flanked by an older boy wearing ascuffed letterman jacket and the brown haired cop from earlier. He couldnât have waited to get here just a few minutes longer?
âTook you long enough,â Steve rises fluidly to his feet as the cop unlocks the cell, and nods at the other boy, âHey superman. Whatâre you doinâ here?â
âGotta be over 18 to bail someone out Steve-o,â Sodapop singsongs, before the older boy can get a word in, âanâ I figured you wouldnât want me gettinâ mom or dad involved unless I had to.â
âThanks man,â Steve pulls them each into one of those odd half hugs boys do, clapping the big one called Superman on the shoulder as he pulls away, âspeaking of, any chance youâd be willing to sign for one more person? Iâll pay the bail, I just need your signature.â
He looks over his shoulder expectantly and Evie realizes with a start that he means bail for her.
âWhat? No! Steve you guys canât- I donât got the scratch to pay you back-â
âWell I ainât about to leave you here by your lonesome all night, and it donât seem like your momâs fixing to come back anytime soon. Darry here wonât mind signinâ the papers since Iâm vouchinâ for you.â
ââCourse not.â The older boy agrees.
Evie bites her lip, considering. She really, really doesnât want to stay here, especially without Steve for company, but she also doesnât have the funds to pay him back.
âI really canât pay you back-â
âListen, if you really wanna pay me back you could agree to go out on a date with me?â
âO-oh,â she smiles down at her feet, âI- yeah, Iâd love to.â
âReally?â
He really shouldnât sound so shocked. Sheâd basically been the one to admit to liking him, after all.
âYeah. Really really.â
âIâm Evie by the way,â she tells him as she and Steve walk side by side out of the precinct, realizing she has yet to introduce herself, despite how long theyâve been talking.
âOh,â Steve's grin is playful, âI know. I make a point of learning the names of pretty girls.â
âI guess I mustâve made an impression on you too, huh?â
He gently takes her non broken hand in his, twining their fingers together.
âYeah,â he agrees, âI guess so.â
#the outsiders#steve randle#evie the outsiders#stevie#sodapop curtis#darry curtis#please give this some love I sacrificed sleep and very important schoolwork for it#meet cute
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Darkheart and child Reader
just got my new glasses in need to adjust to them iâve got like a fishbowl effect going on, but itâs friday and im tired, might nap but i wanna try and do this before i nap
reviewed his wiki as i do with every request, one of TWO trivia on his is that he wouldnât be a good parent⊠lmaoooo
- You werenât the one to find Darkheart, he was the one to find you, he was walking through dark alleys at night, like he usually does, heâs weird, when he heard faint breathing, his curiosity got the better of him and he went to investigate, thatâs when he found you asleep in a box, rather young and quite dirty, under regular circumstances heâd ignore you and carry on but something felt different about you, so he turned himself invisible to mortals and watched you
- He watched you for a few days, as you survived day to day finding food and shelter, clothing and water, whatever you needed, it was amusing to him honestly, but a part of his did take pity on you
- So one night as you were winding down trying to find a good place to sleep it began to rain, you ran for shelter at some random businessâ back door that had a small awning and you sat there, it wasnât big enough to lie down without rust of getting wet and it had a light anyways so you tried to just wait it out, that was until you noticed something, from deeper in the alley on the shadows a very creepy smile
- You screamed before slapping your hands over your mouth, he approached and as the light shined on him you realized he was one of the SFotHs, he knelt down to your level and told you he had been watching you, and if youâd like to accompany him, you took his hand and next thing you knew you were in his realm, it was honestly kind of scary there but it wasnât raining which was nice
- Darkheart in his usual fashion chuckled quietly to himself as he watched you look around, he asked if you were hungry which obviously you said you were, so he gave you some grilled fish, not cut up or anything just a fish he had grilled whole, you ate as much as you could
- From then on you were almost always in his realm, it was safer there and heâd given you some sort of shelter, not quite a house but it was close, and heâd get you food and clothing and such, he wasnât great at it but he tried, he also did not have a good concept on what mortals can or canât eat so it was a learning period, he still occasionally brings you weird things thinking theyâre food, but heâs done it less as times went on
- For the most part you usually leave him realm only to accompany him fishing, he teaches you how to and gives you a rod far too big for you, when it breaks because whatever bit the line was stronger then you that was the only time you saw him frown, it was basically his smile but upside down, you couldnât help but burst out laughing because he looked rather silly, he got you a smaller training rod instead which works far better, it even had a rubber ducky bobber!
- He gets you occasional toys but theyâre almost always older wood toys, like blocks, wheel ducks, that ladder thing, you do appreciate them but only so much fun can come from them, you do get stuffed animals though, specifically any and every fish stuffed animal he finds he gets and gives to you, you have an army of trout plushies
- When Venomshank learns of you he flips, he knows his brother has not been taking proper care of you seeing as you are a young child, he immediately brings you proper clothes and food, since his brother just gave you his own clothes to wear despite you being like half his height, he also gives you Swordâs old toys so that was nice, he comes by regularly to make sure youâre being taken proper care of, when Venomshank confronted his brother about it he just said âoopsiesâ
this was fun iâm going to sleep now
#x reader#phighting x reader#phighting#phighting!#phighting darkheart x reader#darkheart x reader phighting#darkheart x reader#phighting darkheart#darkheart phighting#platonic
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Slutty girl Gao Sheng
Xiaohui is a female high school student. Because of the regulations of the school, she has to live in the school. The school rule is to arrange for students of different grades to live together, so that the elder sister can teach her sister some related things, such as homework, etiquette, school rules and sex.
When Xiaohui finished class that day, Meiru, a senior in her dormitory, invited Xiaohui to play billiards in the school gym. Because Meiru was a member of the school team, the ball skills were already very good, so when she played with Xiaohui, it made Xiaohui tired and had little room to fight. After the two had been fighting for more than an hour, Xiao Hui was already weak in her limbs and asked Meiru to have a rest. Meiru took Xiaohui to the bathroom together, and each of them chose one room and then went in to wash it.
Since this kind of bathroom only uses a curtain cubicle, you can actually see what the people next door are doing through the curtain. At this time, after Meiru washed her body quickly, she opened Xiaohui's door curtain. Xiaohui had just washed her hair. When she heard someone open her door curtain, she looked back and saw Meiru Sister standing naked in front of her. She subconsciously covered her breasts and triangle with her hands. Meiru came over, grabbed Xiaohui's hands with both hands, pulled them away easily, and pushed Xiaohui against the wall. Meiru's figure was 34B-24-36 and Xiaohui was 36D-22-36.
Both of them are quite beautiful, but at this time Meiru skillfully uses her nipples to squeeze Xiao Hui's nipples. Xiao Hui feels an electric current from the tip of her nipples to her heart! Because she has never been touched by others since she was sensible, although she has experienced the pleasure caused by touching in the past when taking a bath, she has never been so excited by physical contact with others!
In fact, Meiru has long wanted to get her hands on Xiao Hui, and she is already bisexual! She has rich sexual experience. When her nipple touches Xiaohui's nipple, Xiaohui shivers all over. She knows very well that Xiaohui will be a worthy object to develop, so he continues to move his body to have closer friction with Xiaohui! Xiao Hui's legs were rigidly separated by beauty, and then her plump thighs pressed against her flesh, rubbing her back and forth, making her eyes silky and wheezing. Her hands no longer needed the restraint of Meiru, but took the initiative to embrace Meiru's body.
And Meiru also uses her free hands to rub Xiao Hui's proud breasts arbitrarily, that pair of breasts are swinging under the scrub of Meiru, and Xiao Hui also takes the initiative to move her lower body on Meiru's thighs to enhance her pleasure.
"Ah.."
After a cry of joy, Xiao Hui reached the best part of her life for the first time!
/ / /
Since the pleasant experience of beauty and beauty in the bathroom, as long as beauty is necessary, Xiaohui and Meiru will find a secret place to take off their clothes and liberate themselves! And now Xiao Hui is no longer in a completely passive role like the first time, and now she already knows how to please each other with Meiru, so that each other can get the greatest happiness!
On this day, just after the mid-term exam, the other roommates in the dormitory had gone home because of the coming three-day continuous holiday. Meiru and Xiaohui had a special excuse to stay, and when even the warden entrusted two people to take care of the floor, they knew that they were the only ones left here tonight! This will be their paradise!
When they were sure that everyone in the dormitory had left, Meiru and Xiaohui couldn't wait to take off their clothes, and then lay on the bed licking each other's secret shellfish in a posture of 69. Xiaohui was already very skilled, and her tongue skills were so skillful that they both reached the best part in no more than five minutes.
Meiru and Xiaohui were still lying on the bed. After a while, Meiru moved Xiaohui away, so she got up naked, then took out a huge strip from her own cupboard, and then put it into her mouth to continue to lick. Xiaohui looked at the shape and seemed to be the male genitals mentioned above in the textbook, but the size was much larger! Xiao Hui asked Meiru, sure enough, this is a massage stick specially designed for girls to masturbate, and at this time Meiru inserted the tip that had just been licked into her beautiful acupoint. I don't know how many times Xiaohui had licked the beautiful acupoint. Under the insertion of that thick meat stick, it became a very obscene shape, and Xiaohui saw for the first time how a woman's hole accepted a man's dicks. At this time, when she saw such a scene, the secret hole of caressing each other with Meiru became hot again, and her fingers could not help but imitate Meiru's appearance and insert it into her own little hole. At this time, Meiru deliberately and forcefully inserted her own little hole, and then groaned passionately. Hearing that Xiaohui herself is also in love, she can't help but borrow that guy from Meiru to have a try!
When Meiru pulled out the cock, her own secret shells were still breathing open and closed, as if she couldn't satisfy the sex just now. After Xiaohui got the cock, she couldn't wait to put it in her lower body. Perhaps Xiaohui's hymen had long been broken in the past, so the cock drove straight in without any obstacles! She felt a sense of fullness in her secret acupuncture point that she had never tasted before. When the front end of the cock touched her flower center, her body seemed to have a feeling of being hit by an electric current flowing through her body, making her whole body weak. However, she looked forward to the next time, so her hands naturally continued to suck. That feeling was really comfortable, but unfortunately, her hands couldn't let her enjoy herself. At this time, she looked towards Mei Ru. However, he found Meiru walking towards the door. After opening the door, he found four or five masked and naked men standing outside!
At this time, Xiaohui didn't think that she was naked at all. She only thought of what these men were doing standing here?! Could she have sex with these men? After Meiru followed two of them out, the other three people walked in. Two of them grabbed Xiaohui and then separated her legs hard. Xiaohui's expectant meat stick immediately sucked into her already moist secret acupuncture point. Which feeling was a hundred times more comfortable than a massage stick? And at this time, she found that the two people who grabbed her were skillfully reaching out to play with her breasts. This feeling was something she had never tried when she was with Meiru in the past. At this time, Xiaohui was raped by three men at the same time! Her body had turned into a lascivious sex device. Whenever a meat stick penetrated her, she couldn't help but tremble all over. The pleasure from her breasts made her feel extremely happy. She began to groan, but after the man knew that she was happy, he began to slow down, which made Xiaohui feel itchy and irritated. She couldn't stand it, and she needed the meat stick to fuck her hard, so she began to beg these people to fuck her like a bitch. These men wanted her to lie half on the bed. Then she stood up with her legs apart. At this time, the three men took turns screwing her pussy. After each man had no more than 200 bites, another person would play with her, while the other two continued to slap her butt or knead her breasts.
At this time, Xiaohui could vaguely hear the voice of Sister Mei Ru next door who was making a fuss because of the pleasure of sexual intercourse. She also began to imitate Mei Ru's lascivious and obscene voice and asked these men to fuck her obscene little cunt hard. She orgasm, but these men did not let her go because of the climax, but continued to fuck, so Xiaohui was pushed to climax again and again by these cycles of screwing until she passed out! At this time, the ground had long been filthy by her lewd liquid and the semen sprayed out by the man, and she was lying on the floor with a satisfied smile!
#sexy pose#so fucking sexy#so hot and sexy#ao3#fanfiction#fiction#hot as fuuuuck#hot as hell#beautiful body#fanfics#ao3 fanfic#sexy chick#sexy and beautiful#so fucking hot
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vent incoming:
got my grades back for my courses last semester and most of it was to be expected, mostly A's, maybe an A-, etc. but i honestly can't get over the fact that my independent study (the buddy cole documentary) was for some reason given a B. like sure getting a B isn't bad per se, I usually get at least one B every semester and i honestly don't really care about what my exact gpa is as long as i can graduate, but come on. this school put me through months of psychological torment over this project and didn't even have the nerve to give me a B+??? i'm still coping with the self-doubt they forced on me and this bullshit is not helping!!
#honestly it's kind of hilarious ngl. especially bc i also got my documentary work counted as an independent study the previous semester#and the previous semester even tho i barely worked on the doc itself#(mostly just planning and putting together the crowdfunding which was still a lot of work but like compare it to the past few months)#they were willing to give me an A (my school doesn't do A+ so this is the highest mark possible)#vs this semester. like i'll admit my final assignment was late and could have been more polished#but i was literally on tour in documentary-mode 24/7 for several weeks. i filmed an entire comedy special! i put together a live interview!#not to mention having to fucking negotiate with my own college censoring the footage they'd promised me of an event i put together#and play nice with a professor who literally outed me on twitter in an attempt to cancel one of my best friends#at this point the ''B'' feels more like a petty grudge than anything else#like ok we can't get away with *actually* fucking over jessamine's grades bc clearly ze did do the work. but let's just give zir a B#like i will admit the audio quality in my final isn't great. and i could have used more polished footage in some sections#but counterpoint: 100+ students were arrested at a protest while i was editing and i was having a mental breakdown#the fact that i finished *anything* is goddamn impressive especially after they essentially conditioned me to hate myself any time i was#working on a project i loved!!!#due to the aforementioned student arrests my college did put out an option where we could change any letter grade this semester to pass/fai#so anything passing wouldn't impact our gpa if we didn't want it to. so i could just change the B to a ''pass''#but really what's the point. ''B'' is still a good grade and my GPA is fine (3.65 on a 4.0 grading scale. 2.0 is required to graduate)#it just sucks that after what i went through last semester i feel like nobody takes it seriously#i was reminiscing earlier about how it's honestly kind of funny how after that professor outed me on twitter#i was at the hotel with scott like an hour later sobbing and having an existential crisis about my relationship to gender#and scott was so supportive but also awkwardly being like#''i know i should offer the crying child a tissue but where the fuck are the tissues in this room what do i do''#and he just handed me a full-on towel instead like oh my god he was trying his best but also so clearly out of his depth#but of course i then had to remember how when i told that story to a different professor to be like ''this is how much scott cares about me#this guy called me fucking UNPROFESSIONAL for crying in front of the subject of my documentary?????????#like yeah maybe so but how DARE you call me unprofessional when a different professor tweeted my full name and gender without my consent#in an attempt to fucking cancel one of my friends for ''misgendering'' me for using pronouns i'm fine with him using!!!#i don't think i'm ever going to be able to forgive my college and i don't know how i'll be able to get through one more semester#that experience genuinely changed things about my psychology that i'm not proud of and i need to work through#so if i have to miss a goddamn kids in the hall event because i have class this november i am going to set something on fire
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when ur peotector finally documents some of his worst trauma memories and youre just sitting there reading it like
#lily.txt#protector alter: âyeah i used to be beaten with belts and shut in rooms until i stipped crying and talking when i was a toddlerâ#âbut thats just life haha am i rightâ#me: UM???????????????#is this how my other alters feel when i talk about my SA trauma but think its not âbad enoughâ???? wow#im so proud of him for writing this stuff down i wont name who because he didnt want us to on social media but i.#like im actually crying for him i appreciate him so so much#knowing he went through this and hes still so kind and takes such good care of us waaaaah#we technically kinda knew this stuff already but him actually choosing to write it down is a really big deal#and there were a lot more barriers to me personally knowing#so im just like WAAAAAHH DO YOU NEED A HUG?
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Back off,kid.
Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Reader
Note âËâč⥠: (Teen)Gojo is jealous over (kid) Fushiguro having a crush on you.
Fushiguro Megumi always wonders if he made the right choice every time a white-haired sunglass wearing teenager walks into the house.
The tall older boy would grin as his hands form a salute. âYou doing good Megumi and Tsumiki?â
He was as useful as the indoor plants. Fushiguro thought.
Gojo wasnât much good at cooking and neither helped with cleaning, probably because of his rich backgroundâbut he did spoil them with lots of food and pocket money but he wouldnât ever admit that.
As much as Fushiguro would love to throw insults at Gojo, he holds back his tongue each time; Tsumiki would send sharp glare and nag him if he did.
The first friend he brought to visit them was a girl; it was after Gojo went missing for a while and when Tsumiki inquired about it ,he simply said one of his dear friend went cray-cray as his finger twirls at the temple of his head.
The girl had short, brown hair with a distinct smell of cigarette; her name was Shoko Ieiri. She wore an impressed look when she entered the house as she looked over to Gojo. âHehâ The place is pretty neat,Gojo.â
Fushiguro looked to Gojo who placed some groceries on the counter top with a proud smile on his face. âI know right!â Gojo replies.
The young boy frowns. âItâs Tsumiki who keeps the place clean.â Shoko gives Gojo a stare before she cackles.
A week later when Tsumiki was still in school with club activities, another person makes an appearance ,you. He could faintly hear conversations between you and Gojo through the front door on how youâd actually wanted to visit them sooner but was bombarded with mission before it swings open.
The first thing Fushiguro noticed was how Gojo seemed to make you enter firstâ other times he barges in without a care for Shokoâ his hands near your back with a slight space, without touching it. Why was Gojo being nice?
You blink at the dark haired boy. âFushiguro Megumi, right?â Gojo peers from behind as you smile. âDid you eat?â
âNot yet. Waiting for Tsumiki to get home.â Fushiguro thinks youâre the first person who is kind of decent.
You nod take plastic bag from Gojoâs hands and lift up it, your smile widen. âIâll make you some good stuff then.â
âI want to eat your cooking too,y/n.â Gojo chirps in only to be ignored. And to your credit, it was actually good. He didnât remember the last time he had something this good home made.
After that, your visits seemed to increase which Fushiguro Megumi did not mind, in fact he was getting fond of your presence. You helped with food, cleaning which lessened the load on Tsumiki plus you also helped him with his studies.
âYou seemed to get it now, Megumi.â Poor kid, blushes a bit hearing your compliment. âPractice this set of questions and I think youâll do pretty well on your tests.â You smile.
Fushiguro nods as he does as you say, face still heated up. He looks up at you, who was reading a book. Your hair slightly in your face, lips slightly parted with eyes focused. You were extremely beautiful and as much as he wouldnât admit it , he had a big fat kid crush on you.
âMegumi-chan.â Suddenly he is shoved to the side as a body makes way in between you and him. It was Gojo who sat in between. âMove over~ This seat is mine.â
The boy frowns and so did you, not liking Gojoâs action. âDonât interrupt the kid, who is studying.â Kid? OuchâŠYou huff as your move over, despite you complaining you make space for him, focus back on your book.
Fushiguro watched as Gojo leans closer to you, almost resting his head on your neck as he looked over to your book; after a while eyes slowly moved over to you, his expression softens.
Gojo smiles as he tugs a piece of hair behind your hair, to which you donât react as if it was normal. Thee older man then turns his head to Fushiguroâoops,he got caught staring.
The white haired boy then grins, a condescending one in fact as he mouths out the following words.
ây/n-is-mine.â Fushiguro huffs. âback-off.â
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⥠TW: nsfw, dubcon, yandere, omegaverse, forced/accidental bonding, subjugation
⥠part one
⥠fem reader
Once you wake up in the morning, you feel⊠changed.
Your body feels fullâas though youâd indulged too much last nightâheavy and sticky and sore all over. Thereâs a strange taste in your mouthâsweet, somewhat salty, and metallic. Geez, youâre headâs poundingâhow much did you drink last night? No, this feels different from a hangoverâmore full-bodied than thatâa withdrawal of some kind or another. You must have done more at the party than drink, and yet, you canât remember having stayed there all that long. No, you left with someone. Thatâs right. You went with⊠that overgrown Omega.
Oh no.
âGood morning, sleepyhead!â
He comes in only wearing a pair of snug boxersâbody stacked with brawn, not a single hint of Omega-like softness aside from his tousled bed hair. Thereâs a big toothy smile on his faceâeyes are creased in cheer while carrying an overfull breakfast tray. You know youâre hungry, and yet you canât bring yourself to feel anything but sick to your stomach by the horrid sight of his flaunted neck, decorated by a gory ring of your bitemark.
No. No, no, no, no, no! Fuck! âTell me thatâs not what I think it isâŠâ
He laughs lightly with an awkward smile, apologetically scratching the back of his neck while balancing the tray in the other hand. âIâm afraid soâŠâ
The world stops spinning, and for a moment, you think it might actually never start up again. Your throat snares, and you think you might throw up. How the fuck could this happen?
He sets the tray down next to you, then himself. The whole bed takes waves upon his weight. You remain stillâeyes unrest and mouth hung.
âHey, I know this might not be what we had planned, butâŠâ he starts.
But you donât let him finish before declaring, âIâll take full responsibility.â
Thereâs nothing else to do, you think. The red string of fate has tied the two of you together. Itâs sealed.
âThere is no going back now.â
His face expresses shock, but if youâd taken a closer look, heâd probably not be able to hide itâthe overwhelming sensation of victory. Oh, bless your Alpha pride. He knew you would say that.
He smiles softly. âIâm in your care then.â
Itâs a work in progress after thatâslow in the beginning, but thatâs to be expected. You never pegged yourself to be the type who got caught up in the unmendable mistakes of a one-night stand, but then here you wereâmated with a stranger, moving into his apartment because itâs bigger and closer to work, sharing the same bed and eating the same meals and helping each other through one anotherâs ruts and heats.
He's still no closer to being your type. In fact, heâs the total oppositeâtoo giant to give you even a semblance worth of superiority over him. A couple of days ago, when heâd been searching for the remote in the couch you were lying on, heâd taken to pick you up instead of just asking you to move. It was completely humiliating. Heâs so brazen, and itâs starting to become clear heâs doing it all on purpose!
He doesnât get fussy when you state your claim of being the one on topâno, but what he does instead is somehow worse, going along with it with snide praise, grinning up at you, his big hands weighing heavy on your haunches as you roll them, calling you his good girl. It seems to humor him how it angers youâchuckling behind your hands as you layer them both atop his mouth, growling at him to âShut up!â
No, he doesnât mind letting you take charge. He rather enjoys the view of watching you rideâworking so hard to appease him while he rests pretty and admires your bodyâall soft edges and plush curves. You tire quickly, thoughâpoor thing, why donât you leave the rest to him?
You had rejected it the first few times heâd offered. Your bruised pride simply wouldnât have itâyouâd rather you both stop than let him finish you off. But a couple more nights and youâd quicker come around than either of you expectedâperhaps worn down by his constant nagging or simply fed up with your own failureâyou let him assist by bouncing you on his lap.
You wouldnât admit it to his face, never, but youâd enjoyed it far more than you could have ever thoughtâŠ
Thankfully, your face in and of its own glory told him all he needed to know. It didnât take long before heâd taken full advantage of it, nor for you to begin allowing it without being asked. Soon you were letting him fuck you against the wall, making the entire room shakeâwall creaking and shelves rattling, pictures falling down. You hold your tongue and hold on tightly, arms and legs wrapped around himâmoaning sweetly right by his ear. Fuck, you even bite him again.
As time passed, you came around to indulging more and more of his antics. Letting him fuck you from behindâhard and heavy and deepâthrusting into you while grappling your waist. You even go down on all fours when he does itâdigging your claws into the sheets.
Lying belly-up beneath him still makes you feel nervousâand slightly ashamedâalmost convinced somethingâs wrong with you for liking it. And yet you canât help it. You know any other Omega wouldnât fuck you like this. They wouldnât have the stamina, the drive, or the desire. Not like him, who does it all like itâs his nature even when it shouldnât be.
Guess youâre both freaks.
⥠BNHA â Deku, Kirishima, Hawks, Amajiki ⥠JJK â Gojo, Geto ⥠HQ â Kuro, Oikawa, Miya twins, Tendou ⥠BLLK â Reo, Nagi, Bachira, Isagi ⥠DS â Doma ⥠WB â Suo, Togame
âĄÂ FEM x M INSERT masterlist âĄÂ GN x M INSERT masterlist
#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#smut#yandere my hero academia#yandere boku no hero academia#boku no hero academia smut#mha smut#yandere mha#yandere bnha#my hero smut#my hero academia smut#bnha smut#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#yandere boyfriend#boyfriend#boyfriend scenarios#omegaverse#alpha beta omega
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Nightwing gets a sidekick introducing: "Batboy"
Continuation of this post: "Danny has Bat wings"
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Dick tries to tell himself that he's better then Bruce. He's not going around taking young orphaned boys with unique abilities willy-nilly. No, he very careful. Besides this is first- well second sidekick.
He's doing a public service anyways. You can't have a kid with giant bat wings just falling from buildings. If Nightwing hadn't stepped in to stop those goons trying to catch the kid and sell him then who knows what would have happened. What if they tried to cut off his wings and turn the boy into a bloody trophy for the Bats?
There are many villains in Bludhaven who'd take the boy out or take him in. Dick already had a sinking feeling that Heartless would try his hand at killing the kid after all he targets the weak and helpless like a coward.
It was easy enough to convince the boy to be his friend. Dick did have natural charm and charisma after all. All it took was a meal from batburger and a fruit cup to get the kid to open up.
Danny (apparently his family gave him a normal name) didn't live with his family anymore due to ideological differences. That difference was that they thought he shouldn't exist anymore and wanted to turn him into an experiment. Poor kid didn't even get to finish his freshman year of school before he had to leave. He was a small town vigilante for a few months before the incident.
Dick saw an opportunity but was subtle about it. He invited the kid to live with him until he got his education. Its also totally ethical because the kid was a vigilante already.
Everything kind of went by quickly. Dick had done everything possible to hide Danny until he could come up with a plan of how to tell everyone.
True Dick didn't "need" a sidekick but come on, look at him! He's a boy with bat wings! Dick could put a little cowl on him and dress him up like Batman. I mean he's not a dog but it would be funny. The irony there, the bird-themed hero now had a bat-themed sidekick. That is the universe's way of sending a message.
After training Danny Dick learned that the kid had an endless supply of energy and ADHD that rivaled his own at that age. The kid also couldn't fly, it was actually closer to gliding which was still useful but he kind of looked like a flying squirrel when he jumped off ledges.
The term issue with taking Danny in was that Dick was still a Wayne and while he could hide the kid while he was swinging through Bludhaven, Dick Grayson could not.
Danny could hide his wings like they weren't even there whenever he wanted to look human. Which was a start, next he needed a new identity. One that wouldn't tip anyone off.
Dick needed to pull some strings without alerting Barbara or Tim. A new name was forged: "Daniel Nightingale" (Dick patted himself on the back for that one).
With that Dick was ready to let Danny out in the field. For the most part, Danny was as reliable as any Robin if not a bit crazy. Danny was way too charming for his own good but also completely feral. The public adored the domino-masked kid in his green and black costume. Danny didn't wear a cape because of his wings so he used them as a cloak.
When citizens saw them in public they'd offer the kid fruit cups and candies just to get close enough to see his wings. The people of Bludhaven were also excited to have their own version of Robin since Gotham had so many. Also, the kid was so marketable. Look at the way his wings flapped when he was excited.
Danny's or more specifically "Batboy's" presence would not go unnoticed.
Well, this can't end well.
Welp. Dick should have expected this. He couldn't even be upset. He doesn't regret anything that he's done.
Danny was still in bed, actually it was a hammock which was more comfortable for a bat. Dick wondered if he could sleep upside down. The kid was comfortable here and probably better off here than in Gotham. Once the adoption goes public however things will get complicated. Danny may end up Bludhaven's sweetheart or outcast. He'll probably end up fine...probably.
#dc x dp prompt#dpxdc#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp#danny fenton#dick grayson#nightwing#danny phantom#barbara gordon#damian wayne#batman
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Toji who is always so needy for you, especially when he wants to eat you out. He won't tell you verbally but with that look in his eyes, you just know. Once he walks in through that door man is completely infatuated with you. You become the only thought on his mind and he yearns for you and only you.
He becomes compliant to your every desire and eager to please you. His large body towering over you, muscular arms wrap around you enveloping you in his embrace. Warm and protective. A reminder that as long as youâre with him nothing will ever hurt you and you can tell he missed you. Calloused fingertips press into your soft skin, as his firm lips press open-mouth kisses to your exposed skin.
Toji knew you could handle some roughness but he treated you as if you were as fragile as glass, delicate as a flower, as easily breakable as the finest porcelain. He never failed to carry you up to the bedroom. His normal, intense eyes soften at the sight of you. You could almost swear he was in a trance, his gaze never faltering as he tossed you onto the bed.
He doesnât waste a moment to get his hands back on you, finally stripping you of your clothes. Carefully sliding the straps of your dress off your shoulders, pulling it down to your legs, letting it fall from there. Admiring the way your bra and panties hug your body. âNice choiceâŠâ a cocky grin spreads across his face. He runs a finger idly along the lacy edge of the panties.
He doesnât hesitate to drop to his knees, licking his lips. Green eyes filled with a lust, a desperate glint in their depth. He kisses your clothed pussy, digging his pointy nose hoping to smell your arousal for him. Toji didnât normally say a lot during these kinds of moments, but youâve grown to read his thoughts through his movements and his expressions. Through every moan, grunt and groan that leaves his lips.
He was ready to devour you with his whole being. Physically, mentally, spiritually. He wanted all of you. Taking two fingers, he pulls your panties to the side, burying his face between your plush thighs. Toji would never admit it but he was worried at first. What if he didnât know how to please your pussy? What if he was too rough? What if he accidentally hurt you? But he was indeed a quick learner and all his worries went away once he saw your face.
That face that brought him tranquility every time came home to you. That same face, still consistent in the bedroom paired with your moans and cries for him. Teasing you with his fingers before finally giving into your pleas, wrapping his lips around your clit, flicking it with his tongue. âSo sweetâŠâ he closes his eyes closed shut, savoring your taste and the moment.
Your thighs threaten to close over his head but he swiftly holds them spreading them back open for him as he digs back in. Groaning against your sensitive flesh, his movements becoming more dire with need as he continues devouring you. Licking and sucking over the bundles of nerves. His fingers finally come to thrust inside you as he eats your pussy like a starved man.
âTo-toji..â you call out as your back arches on the bed. The pleasure circulating through your whole body. Toji groans in response, not planning to stop anytime soon as you writhe in pleasure because of his mouth. His own dick throbbing painfully at the sight of you, wishing to be buried deep inside your cunt. Toji was devoted to making you moan for him. He couldnât resist the way you sounded and felt on his tongue. He continued to messily eat you out, face covered in your slick but, he didnât care. All he cared about was making you feel good.
You grab onto his hair as a powerful orgasm washes over you, shocks of pleasure running all through your body. Tojiâs fingers dig into your thighs once again. His tongue still flicks back and forth over your clit as he laps up your cum. âTojiâŠâ his name is a breathless moan on your lips as he begins to overstimulate you. You squeeze your thighs shut on his head, the pleasure striking your body feels like a rush. Finally, the burly man comes up from your thighs, eyes filled with compassion and eagerness as he tries to catch his breath. He moves to stand up, making his way on top of you. Laying on you now, his head coming to lay on your chest.
âGod, I missed you gorgeousâŠâ
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"i feel kinda ugly" ft. the monster trio!
in which the biggest dumbasses in the whole of sea comfort you when you fall prey to your shitty thoughts ft. luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader set-up: you happened to utter out what you thought of yourself and these men are here to prove you wrong. (kind of a serious set of headcanons, but ill try being funny when i can) warnings: nsfw; somnophilia if you squint, oral f!receiving and m!recieving, boobjob, creampie; MDNI (thankyou very much)
luffy:
my fav little gremlin's in town ^^
- "i feel kinda ugly" you had muttered it under your breath, words dissolving into the chilly night air. you were laying on your shared bed, staring up at the uneventful ceiling as he snored lightly next to you. - he was supposed to be asleep, atleast that's what you had thought (how can you expect him to stay up after eating like 500kg of meat??) - but he stirs awake almost instantly, turning his head to look at your face. he stifles a yawn, mumbling through a half-lidded gaze, "why would you say that?" - "why would i say what?" you smile, waving it off as if it had just been a wayward thought - but lord knows the amount of nights you've tossed and turned, thinking about all the ways you were incompetent for this man who lay in front of you. you weren't pretty like nami or robin, you weren't quick-witted like them, god, what did he see in you? - "who said you were ugly?" his face is scrunched up, the crease b/w his eyebrows deepening "luffy let it g-" "no. who said it?" his violent undertone doesn't go unnoticed, as if he's threatening to take care of whoever made you miserable - you don't have the heart to tell him it's yourself. you convinced yourself you weren't pretty enough. - and so, you stay silent - but his arms are pulling you impossibly close. closer and closer till your chest is pressed flushed against his and you're staring at him confused - "luf-" "that's bullshit." there's conviction in his words that make a dull warmth cascade over your face and neck. - he is pressing his forehead against yours, hands gripping onto you tightly as if letting his grip loosen means he loses this argument. "you're beautiful. you're smart and kind and beautiful." - at this point, youre about to cry - but he inhales deeply, then says "not to mention you smell like a fruit. thats tasty." - yeah the tears dried up. they fucked off and went to sahara desert. - youre currently fighting off a smile because what the actual fuck prompted this man to say that??? and more importantly what fruit do you smell like? "what fruit do i smell like?" "mhm" he's deep in thought, "tangerines" "luffy everyone smells like tangerine. it's because of nami's tangerine trees." he shrugged, "still pretty tasty" - and now youre kissing his adorably stupid face. your fingers tug on the hair on his nape lightly and he whines into the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip as he does so - "you're so pretty" and so he's kissing your neck, nibbling and grazing lazily - two seconds later, he fell asleep. - like actually fell asleep. his mouth is on your neck, open mouthed and half-nibbling and he's snoring through it all. (i mean, what did you expect from someone who had eaten 500kg of meat??) - issokay though cause the second he wakes up, his fingers are hiking one of your legs over his hip. the same fingers then slip inside the loose folds of your shorts, playing with your pretty pussy till you stir awake, moaning his name - you're the one being toyed with and he's the one whispering and whining like he's gonna explode "does that feel good, ngh-" a grin, "god... fuck, cum for me, pretty" - he continues till your velvety walls are spasming against his fast-paced fingers and your teeth are sinking into his shoulder, muffling shrieks this early in the morning - "you're gorgeous" he whispers through a grin - you choose to believe him
zoro:
myhusband ^^
- this was the last thing you wanted. truly. - zoro had just stepped out of the shower with nothing but a towel losely tied around his waist (this was after he had succesfully ignored you and trained for like an eternity) - water droplets clung onto his broad figure, slowly trailing downwards as they glided over every ridge and scar - you probably should have pulled him onto the bed with you, straddled his hips and asked him to stop ignoring you to go spend time with his swords - you probably should have. - instead, you lay stomach-down on your bed, your head softly cradled beneath your arms and against the pillow - "what's up with you?" he asks, unfazed to your tactics "nothing" you mumble half-heartedly he gave you a double over, "you sure? you're sulking more than usual" "i-" you sigh, "i just idk... i just feel kinda ugly?" - this motherfucker laughs, "yeah i mean you kinda are" - he didn't know you were serious. he didn't know till you were softly crying against the linen sheets, your body shivering against your own cries and staggered breaths - "yn?" there's panic in his voice, "yn, baby, are you crying?! fUCK IM SORRY!" - he didn't know you were serious. i mean how wAS HE SUPPOSED TO KNOW?! HE THOUGHT YOU WERE BEING DRAMATIC FOR NO REASON LIKE ALWAYS - "hey" you've never heard the swordsman speak so softly as he does now. he's pulling you up softly, placing you in his lap almost mechanically, "yn, baby-" - he lets you sob into his chest for as long as you need to, his fingers are rubbing gentle patterns into your back, arms and waist. - once you've calm down, his hand tips your face lightly towards him. he silently wipes the tears away. - he doesn't say anything and somehow his silence brings more comfort than his words could. - "don't think stupid shit" his palm is resting on your face, pouring warmth across the stretch of your cheek, "you're gorgeous." "but you said im ugly" you lean into his touch "i also said i will return back nami's loans with full interest" a small smile tugs on his lips, "sometimes even i say stupid shit" "so, you don't think i'm ugly?" - his response comes in the way of leaning in and kissing you, one hand on your cheek as the other kneads your waist. - he's laying you down, hovering over you easily and pressing hot kisses to your neck and jawline. sucking, biting till you can feel bruises blossoming across your skin. his knee presses against your core, blinding you with delicious jolts " his agile fingers are hiking up your skirt, letting it pool around your waist, "let me show you how pretty you are, baby" - so, he's pulling your panties with his teeth, he's licking a clean stripe on your inner thigh, kissing and bruising the sensitive skin "and you're dripping wet already? want me to fuck you that bad, eh?" - he's running his tongue over your clit, tracing figures as he alternates between your drooling hole and the bundle of nerves - and so obviously you're now cumming on his face, letting your juices coat his lips, thighs shaking as he gives you kitten licks to help you ride your orgasm - he looks up at you; your hairline damp with sweat, eyes closed in bliss, a warm hue of red sprinkled across your face, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath "i've never seen someone prettier" he declares from between the plush of your thighs, smiling up at you like it was the first time he had truly seen you - you choose to believe him
sanji:
mhm, a fine specimen ^^
- you don't keep secrets from sanji. - or more like you physically cannot. - this man is your greatest cheerleader, there's no way you can hide something from him no matter how squeamish it makes you to say out loud - so after noticing your off behaviour the entire evening and pestering you for twenty minutes after dinner, he had successfully got you to say what you were thinking out loud "sweetheart, darling, the apple of my eye. what is wrong?" you shake your head again, "nothing." "yn, my love, 'fess up" - he said it so sweetly you had to fess up. there was no choice. - "i just feel a bit bad about myself today" "bad? how so?" "i just... just feel kinda ugly" - he looks like he's going into cardiac arrest (he probably is) cause there's no way you, his girlfriend, literally the prettiest girl in all four seas just said that out loud - honestly, i can just see this man tearing up and blaming himself "is it me, mon chéri? did i do something wrong?" tears are clinging on dangerously onto his lasheline "what?! no!" "i am sorry. i love you so much. i must have said something wrong because you're so gorgeous, so earth-shatteringly beautiful-" - honestly you had to calm this bitch down first, explaining to him that he was perfect in every way he can be, it's probably just your own fault - but he refuses to accept it as your fault. - this man, this beautiful, amazing man has to now cling onto you and pepper kisses onto you face like there's no tomorrow. like everytime you try to speak, he wont let you cause he needs to ramble about how absolutely gorgeous you are - he spoke for so long that you are now convinced that to the world you may not be the prettiest woman alive but to this blonde man (with a great ass), you mean everything - his kisses blended into soft whispers and whimpers as you forced him to rest against the headboard and straddled his hips - you can feel his poking erection through his dress slacks as you kiss him senseless with only one goal in mind, to let him know he did nothing wrong - you nudge his slacks downwards till his cock hits you lightly in your face - your lips encircle his tip, sucking on it lightly as your hand moves up and down his length, languid and slow "yn~" his voice is a choked whisper, "you- are killing me. faster, please darling." - now you're catching his dick between your tits, massaging his length with the softness of your breasts as your tongue laps up at his tip, licking any pre-cum that escapes him "fuck fuck fuck fu-" his moans are an incoherent ramble, "i'm gon' cum, fuck you feel- so ngh- good" - he comes on your tits and face and almost releases again when he sees you scoop up the sticky fluid from the corner of your lips and lick it away - looking at you with nothing but adoration in his eyes, "yn, you are the most gorgeous woman i have seen." - you choose to believe him
a/n: honestly cannot thank you guys for how much you'be blown up these posts in the past few days, so here, have a little treat m.list
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