#let them put black leg back on his wanted poster

[earthlyruins]

as much as the aus where sanji takes a crew member's last name to cover up "vinsmoke" (whether as marriage or just shenanigans that turn heartwarming) are nice, i don't realistically think sanji would give up his chosen last name of "black leg" for another. like that is sanji telling the world that he is the infamous pirate chef red leg zeff's Son. zeff is his family. zeff is the reason sanji is still standing. and yeah there's sanji's sacrificial tendencies of giving up everything for the ones he loves—his dream, his life, etc—but i think in this instance this is sanji saying that, yeah, he owes zeff his life, but he's also never going to forget him. that zeff raised him when the vinsmokes refused to. and sanji finds a family that would throw themselves to hell and back to make sure he knows he's loved, and really the one that he can thank for getting him this far, to letting him achieve his dream, for having him survive and feel loved even when he could not love himself—it traces back to his father. his real father.

[dadsbongos]

my type?

4.3 K words

summary - Yuuji Itadori is a total knockout boyfriend - the only hitch? You’re nothing like his usual type of woman, and it’s making you unsure.

warnings - 18+!, femreader with jugs and vagene, p in v sex, unrealistic car sex, specifically stated that reader is non-tall with big tits, dumbification for both parties, squirting, non-curse AU where sukuna and yuuji are brother-roommates, unprotected sex

Itadori, Yuuji was an amazing boyfriend - something straight out of a top-selling shoujo manga.

Faithful and doting and affectionate. He handed over his hoodies the moment you mentioned an unpleasant breeze, he proudly held your hand in public, and he boasted about the very act of dating you to anyone with ears. But even those displays felt backhanded, the deeper you dug into your own mind. You had no real reason to complain about the situation.

And you especially had no reason when the cause behind your complaints would be so shallow.

You had an ass in the same way that everybody else did, but nothing comparable to the pin-up poster Yuuji tore down when you two started dating. Or his celebrity fascination, Jennifer Lawrence (which also mysteriously stopped being mentioned when you two started dating).

Rather, your body was much more endowed in ways that made Nobara tease as you passed lingerie stores with hot pink lighting and black walls and heavy busts plastered in the windows. She’d snag you by the sleeve and point, just to watch how you scoff and look away.

Yuuji pointedly ignores those stores. He ignores everything in relation to them.

You’d picked this shirt just for tonight. It dips low into your cleavage, just tight enough to still push up the tender meat of your breasts. Not to mention the color - deep crimson, Yuuji’s favorite. Well, at least the closest you’ll ever get to a favorite color with his indecisive nature.

Yuuji sits across from you at the scratched table. When his eyes aren’t scavenging the conveyor belt for small, shiny, colored plates serving anything that may catch his eye, they’re on your face. And only your face.

Normally something you’d absolutely cheer over - if this were a first date, but the fact is that this is one of many dates. And after so many dates that you can’t count anymore, you’re starting to want Yuuji’s eyes to drift.

You want him to look and you want to watch him sweat and go red. You’re starting to need it.

The need only grows more apparent mere days later.

Yuuji keeps his hands stubbornly on your hips, barely making an imprint from outside your clothes. But you choose not to make a fuss since he’s otherwise fully engrossed with keeping his lips pasted to yours. Your hands are sweaty and hot on Yuuji’s cheeks, you just know they are, but he doesn’t seem to mind when he lets you hold him close and grind on him.

Yet his palms are stiff against you. They don’t feel warm or cold or clammy or moist. They just… are. He chokes back every groan and huff and you almost feel embarrassed to be letting out hitches and breathy moans so freely in comparison.

Puffing your chest out, you can feel your breasts pillowing against Yuuji and you’re hoping to tempt him to move his hands up. Under your shirt and bra with bare skin on bare skin. The idea makes you mewl, dragging your hips harder against his and further pushing out your tits for him to grope.

And suddenly, his stiff hands are picking you up off his lap, sliding you beside him on your couch. Yuuji grins, standing and swiping his hands down the legs of his sweatpants before planting a kiss on your forehead, “Sorry, gotta pee.”

“Oversharing!” you call after his retreating form.

When Yuuji returns, he sits down and rewinds the movie you two had put on earlier. He frowns and murmurs about how much the both of you missed. When you don’t turn back to the TV immediately, Yuuji smiles again and kisses your cheek.

Your gut twists unpleasantly.

And that need festers into utter desperation by just the next afternoon.

“Hey, Yuuji,” you come up from behind your boyfriend, arms dangling over the back of his couch and framing his shoulders. You place your chin on his head, staring at the intense cooking competition he’s watching, “So, I know I just got here… but! I’ve got a small, teensy errand to run.”

“Mhm?” he tilts his head back to meet your eyes, “Want me to go with you?”

His offer has you nodding, trying to smother down the bright simper he threatens to drag out of you, “Yeah, if you’re not busy.”

Sucking in air noisily through his teeth, Yuuji gestures out to the show he lazes in front of, “I dunno, babe, I am watching TV.”

“Very funny,” you back away from his couch, already heading to the door to tug your shoes on, “Just saying, you don’t have to come with if you don’t want to,” Yuuji always wants to come with, you like that about him, “Just getting some new bras.”

Your current ones are fine, but maybe a stuffy changing room is that nudge he needs.

“Oh,” your boyfriend pauses, eyes widening, “Uh. You might want to take Kugisaki for that, she’d know more than me,” he can’t even look at you, “I’m not really the kinda person you’d want around for that.”

You almost ask what he means by that, but the rejection has fried your brain to a gray, crunchy crisp. The kind of fry that looks like it could flake apart with a harsh jab. Again, that terrible, awful knotting in your stomach returns, but you carry on. Because if you claimed to no longer need this errand ran, then he might know what your scheme was - and that was far worse than whatever this hell was.

So you nod slowly and meekly call out that you love him before exiting the door. He says he loves you more.

You really wish you asked what he meant.

Finally, desperation comes to a head when you meet Yuuji’s friend - Todo, Aoi.

Todo, Aoi, who stares at you - eyes narrow as he judges each wrinkle in your clothes and jitter of your muscles - then turns to Yuuji, and asks point-blank, “Did you lie about your type, then, brother?”

Yuuji rips the hand in his pocket out and cuts it across his neck in a slicing motion, mouthing a couple of rude ‘shut up’s. You lean into Yuuji’s side, squeezing the hand he lays in yours tighter. It isn’t sweaty. And it isn’t very warm, either.

Aoi doesn’t seem very upset at the idea, “I’m happy you’re happy,” you look down at your shoes when he glances back over at you, “I was excited when I thought we had the same type.”

No, you weren’t very tall. And no, your butt wasn’t exceptionally big. You fell on the more mediocre sides of those categories, the thing you excelled in (what you thought most guys were thrilled over) was having a large bust.

“Dude!” Yuuji hits Aoi in the shoulder. Hard, “Shut up!”

He squeezes your hand so tight you think it might bruise.

“Sorry, brother,” Aoi, you were warned, was extremely unusual - little to no boundaries and almost inept at social interactions outside of fighting. He does seem sympathetic enough, turning to you, “I didn’t mean to offend you.”

It’s all so sickening. How you wish Yuuji would hurry up and show interest in shallow things. How you place personal esteem on this whole fiasco. How right Aoi is. How badly you’re letting everything affect you.

The ringing in your ears, for example. The way you no longer think you can stomach whatever Aoi was cooking tonight. The shortness of your breath.

You try to push it down. Tonight is supposed to be fun.

Yuuji shoves his friend, much more lightheartedly than his previous blow, and goes to kiss your forehead - but hesitates. His smile is uneven, “Don’t listen to him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” he squeezes your hand, “I love you,” then, apologetically, he smooths his thumb over the sore spots where he clenched your hand, “I love you so much.”

And you know that. You know it like you know your favorite movie.

Tonight was supposed to be fun.

He loves you, you know that - what you don’t know, is if he wants you. Doesn’t he get sweaty palms like you? Doesn’t he feel his intestines tie into bunches of little knots like you? Doesn’t he get all hot in the face like you? Doesn’t he want you like you want him?

It’s humiliating to imagine that he doesn’t, and the mere idea makes you so nauseous you think you might hurl at this very moment.

Maybe your boyfriend just doesn’t find you as attractive as you want him to.

Maybe you should give up this repetitive scheme.

The car is quiet, unbearably so. Your knees are angled away from Yuuji defiantly, legs pushed to the far side of your seat so it’d be a hassle for him to reach out and hold your thigh. You used to think it meant something when he did that, but now it seems as though he’s doing it out of duty. Like holding the door for someone behind you. Or offering your seat on the bus to elderly passengers. Simple acts of simple kindness.

The most basic peacekeeping, if anything.

Yuuji peeks at you without turning away from the road, hands tightening around the steering wheel, “Are you upset?”

You could be snippy. You could even opt to not respond.

But you do neither, “Yeah.”

He sighs through his nose, “Seriously, don’t listen to Todo. He doesn’t know anything.”

Now, you’re a little snippy. To point out that Aoi’s being stupid isn’t uncalled for, but to claim he doesn’t know exactly what stupid shit he’s saying is.

“He has a point.”

“Huh?” Yuuji turns his head fully to look at you, something he only does because the quiet backroad home is empty, “What’re you talking about?”

Only flickering, crooked, rusty street lamps are witness to your impending breakdown. Your boyfriend returns his stare to the road. Crickets sing outside and the wind flattens over long grass that shines under moonlight.

“Yuuji,” sinking into your seat, you ignore his eyes, “You can’t seriously say you have no idea,” he’s quiet, lips pressed thinly, “Since we met, practically everybody has known your type. I knew you had a type! It was a shock to our friends when we got together! And now that we are…”

Pulling off into the grassy plain lining your way home, Yuuji slips the key from the ignition and unclicks his seatbelt to really examine you. His eyes scramble over you, every part the sensitive, concerned boyfriend you know and treasure. He pouts, but it’s in earnest; hurt simply because you’re hurt.

“And now that we are?”

“Why don’t you look at me?”

“I look at you!” he rubs the back of his neck, now quirking a brow at you, “I look at you all the time.”

“No,” you whine like a petulant child, hands coming up to cover your face, “It’s different!”

Aoi’s words just won’t stop creeping up your spine. Yuuji setting you aside on the couch. Yuuji insisting that you bring Nobara to a lingerie store instead of him. He was lying to someone, right? Was it to Aoi or you?

But everybody had seen that poster, and everybody could hear him declare his preferences.

“It’s way different,” you’re so humiliated you’re nauseous, your voice wobbles.

Yuuji tenderly takes your wrists, dragging down your hands. His smile is squiggly, brows high to his forehead, “Talk to me, pretty girl. You want me to look at you?” you nod, “So tell me what you mean by that.”

You almost hate how soft his voice is. It makes it so hard to be upset.

“I’m not your type,” your eyes trail the way Yuuji’s fingers dance around yours, “And every time I try to… you know, get you to think of me as something other than just cute or pretty - you turn me down. I feel like you don’t find me attractive.”

“Oh, like sexually?”

“Mhmm,” you nod glumly. When he’s quiet for just a couple of seconds too long, you ask, “Did you know what I was trying to do?”

“Kind of,” Yuuji’s cheeks are growing red, eyes now abandoning your entwined hands to stare out the windshield, “I do find you attractive - that’s a little bit of the problem.”

“What?”

He sucks in a breath sharply, engulfing your hands completely with his and squeezing (much more mindfully this time), “I’m crazy about you,” he can tell you don’t believe him, “It scares me a little,” he pulls his hands away and cradles his own over his lap, “I’m worried that if I give in, I’ll scare you off… like I’m too eager or something.”

“Yuuji!” you adjust in your seat, moving sideways and finally letting your knees face your boyfriend again, “You wouldn’t scare me off by being eager about my body! That’s a good thing, right? When we’re both into each other, that’s good!”

“No, I mean,” he’s gone rouge all the way up to his ears now, a fire bright in his chest, “I want you so bad it makes me feel like all my skin’s burning. My hands get all gross and sweaty so I have to wipe them on my pants, and- and I can’t think straight,” he’s still not looking at you, but the way he’s pressing his arms down on his crotch tells you he wants to, “Even now, I think I’m going crazy just imagining you…”

You sit up on your knees, leaning over the center console just to watch your boy squirm at the invasion of space, “Imagining me?” he nods shakily, “Imagining me how?”

He whines, turning his head and pressing his scorching face into your neck, “You know how.”

“Come on, pretty boy,” you kneel over the console entirely, squeezing behind the wheel to settle on Yuuji’s lap - slapping away his hands from the growing tent in his baggy pants, “Entertain me, please?”

“Imagining you under me, on me, between my legs,” his hands fly to your hips, palms slipping up under your shirt, and, God, his palms are sweaty, “Any way you’ll have me,” you cup his cheeks and press messy kisses to his lips. Yuuji’s hands roam further up your shirt, fingertips teasing under the cups of your bra, “Any way I can see your tits.”

“I thought you were more into ass,” your bravado falls under his admission, suddenly bashful.

Yuuji closes his eyes, swallowing hard while pushing his hands under your bra, he can feel his heartbeat all the way at the back of his throat. His rough palms cupping the soft, fleshy fat on your chest, “As if that matters,” his brows knit, hips subconsciously jerking up into yours, “I’m a horny guy: my hot girlfriend has big boobs, and I’m obsessed with her big boobs.”

“Just ‘cuz you’re horny?” you tease, grinding down on the bump of his hard cock. His loose pants let him spring up under your skirt, knocking into your panty-clad cunt.

“Nah,” his eyes flutter open, sweaty palms moving around your back and clumsily unhooking your troublesome bra. It takes him three tries, “I like every part of you all the time…” the tip of his tongue parts his lips in hard concentration, “Your whole body makes me feel like I’m full of bugs.”

“‘Full of bugs?!’” you snort, lifting your arms so Yuuji can yank off your shirt and bra in one ungraceful motion.

“In a good way,” he promises, eyes locked on your heaving chest. You can hear the thick breaths he struggles through, “‘m so nervous and horny at the same time, it feels like bugs in my stomach.”

“What’re you nervous for?”

“‘Cuz I wanna make you cum, but I’m worried I’ll cream my pants before we even get to it,” he finally looks into your eyes, he smiles at you with flaming cheeks and palms at your breasts, “It was so hard making sure I kept it together… Been jerkin’ off every night thinking of you - ask Sukuna, he’ll tell you. It’s been embarrassing.”

“Augh, Yuuji!”

“It’s true!”

It makes your palms hot and sweaty, the image of him so desperate. All for you.

“Hm,” you croon, grinding against your boyfriend’s cock, back arching to press your tits closer to his face, “Yuuji...”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, Yuuji sucks one of your nipples between his lips and laves it with his tongue. He bucks up against your wetting panties. Pulling away from your nipple with a soft pop, Yuuji stares up at you with another earnest, flustered pout, “Can you take it out for me?”

As if you could forget what he’s talking about, he humps you again.

“Please, take it out,” he cranes his neck to run his warm, wet tongue over your other, unattended nipple.

“Aw,” you didn’t think seeing your big, energetic boyfriend act so pathetic would set you on fire the way it does. One of your hands stretches down between you and Yuuji, wrangling down his pants with him lifting his hips to help, “Do you want me to play with your cock?”

He hums against your breast, nodding eagerly, “Yuh- yeah- ! Please?”

Your fingers wrap around the warm softness of Yuuji’s erection, thumb playfully nudging his mushroom tip’s slit. He throws his head back, ricocheting against the car seat headrest with a throaty groan.

Giggling, you lean in to kiss the sensitive spot just under Yuuji’s jaw, hand still working up Yuuji’s weeping cock, “Having a good time, honey?”

“Uh-huh,” he unwinds his arms around you to grasp your hips once again, fingers bruising at your sides, “Feels so good - so, so good…”

“Who’s making you feel good, Yuuji?”

“You!” his right thigh twitches under you, “You, you - ‘s always you!”

“Always me?”

His chuckle breaks off into a slack-jawed moan, “Said I jerk off to you every night, didn’t I?” he reaches for your wrist, “Wait, wait!”

“Were you…?” so soon?

“I told you!” now he’s the one whining like a petulant brat, “I don’t wanna cum before you, but you just make it so hard.”

So soon.

Your thighs squish around Yuuji’s, hips grinding on nothing - desperate in search of friction.

“You like that?” he sounds breathless, staring at you as you watch his bobbing cock. All red at the head and straining against your hand, “You’re so mean, babe.”

“I like it a lot,” you sit up, lips finding Yuuji’s drool-slicked ones, “I like knowing I have that effect on you.”

“Since I first saw you, I think,” he admits, hands skimming under your skirt now, “Can I… ?”

You nod, holding tightly to Yuuji’s shoulders while you lean on one leg. You could, theoretically, drag your panties down your lifted leg by yourself - but Yuuji stubbornly joins your hand all the way down to your ankle.

Before trying to slip inside you, Yuuji cups your hot sex. His chest tightens, middle finger shakily tracing along your soaked cunt. Tongue lolling back out of his mouth, Yuuji tucks your nipple back into his mouth when he inserts his finger in your hole. Trying to keep his mind as busy as possible so he can stop thinking about how badly he needs to bury himself inside you.

“Yuuji,” your breathing is ragged, already lowering yourself before he even pulls his finger out of you, “I’m so past ready.”

“You’re so wet,” he mumbles against the swell of your tit, teasing his teeth against the full flesh, “I dunno if I’ll be able to get in…” he chuckles to himself, lightheaded when he taps the head of his cock against your clit, “Might slip right out, huh?”

“Stop teasing,” you cradle Yuuji’s head to your chest, arms thrown around his neck, “You’re the mean one.”

“I know, I know,” he lowers in his seat, pressing himself finally, finally, finally inside your pussy. Your tits press even closer to his face when you gasp at the stretch, “I’ve been ignoring my poor pretty girl this whole time,” he says it so mournfully, so heartfelt, “So selfish, just thinking of my pride - I didn’t even wonder how my girl felt.”

“Ahh, Yuuji,” you moan, piercing your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’m sorry, pretty girl,” he pushes down on your hips, lowering you on his stiff cock until your thighs are flush with his soft pants. They’re a little wet. You don’t care much, and you don’t think Yuuji does either right now. He screws up into you, one arm tight around your waist to pull you down into his thrusts and the other hand finding your slippery clit, “I’m so sorry, angel, can you forgive me?”

“Ah, ah, ah,” his fingers work quick circles on your nerves as he fucks you and you’re barely able to scramble together the words (let alone carry those words out in a sensible form), “Yes - ah! - yes, Yuuji!”

There’s something in the way he twists his hips this time because his cock beats into a particular spot that sends white sparks through your veins. You snap back, head hanging and forcing your bouncing tits directly in Yuuji’s face. Before you can even begin to beg, your big, energetic (and maybe a little pathetic) boyfriend is already nodding to himself.

“Right there, angel?” his fingers leave your clit to press down on where his cock batters your insides, “Is that it? Want me right here?”

“Please!” you squeal, thighs quivering and lungs fresh out of air.

“Uh-huh,” he keeps nodding, head too empty to realize he doesn’t need to anymore, “Uh-huh, anything for you… fuckin’ anything…”

When your lower half burns out, Yuuji keeps you upright - fully fucking up into you at that same spot he pushes down on your tummy. The need to cum burns every nerve in your body - it burns and burns and burns until it changes.

Something fuller and more familiar - in a more daily-life kind of way.

“Ah, Yuuji,” your hands perch on his shoulders, body bouncing with the weight of Yuuji’s hips slinging into yours, “I think- ! It feels like- !”

“Talk to me, angel,” dumbly, he looks up at you, almost snickering, “‘Entertain me.’”

“Feels like ‘m gonna pee,” you try warning him, you really do.

But something behind his eyes just shines brighter, grin widening and he actually laughs, “Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Fuck yeah,” he stares, wide-eyed, at where you’re creaming on his cock, “You gonna squirt on me, baby?” his foolish nodding quickens with his hips, “Squirt all over me, angel, I want it - want it so bad. Soak my car, oh,” his pretty mouth circles into an ‘O’ just at the thought, “Please, please soak my fucking car!”

Your head jerks back, nails digging into Yuuji’s shoulders, throat snapping raw as you cry out braindead mixtures of your boyfriend’s name and pleas for more and harder and his cum.

He moves the hand on your tummy to swish your clit and spread your mess as far as he can, mouth popping open almost instinctively just to catch stray droplets of your cum in his mouth. One day (tomorrow) he might regret (will definitely regret) intentionally making you spray cum all over his front, and even back, seats, but right now he couldn’t possibly imagine not doing it.

“‘m gonna cum,” he grits his teeth, moans choked back in his throat, “‘m gonna cum - where?” before he can ask again, you find the strength to swivel your hips down on him, “Inside?”

“Inside!” you sob, chest tight and eyes watering at the overstimulation of Yuuji still swirling a thumb on your clit, “Cum inside, Yuuji!”

“Fu- ck,” he squeezes the word out of his chest, seating you fully on his lap when his cock throbs. He juts his chin out towards you when he starts cumming, “Kiss me?”

And you waste no time throwing yourself forward to press chaste, sweet kisses on Yuuji’s drooling lips. He hums and whimpers into your mouth, greedily drinking in the taste of your lips on his. As if he’d been starved of it his entire life.

Yuuji keeps you against him, the both of you slowly coming back down to Earth.

His sopping pants are beginning to cool underneath you.

“Ugh,” you groan at the feeling, “I think we made a mistake.”

“Yeah…” Yuuji sighs, “Oh well. Can’t unfuck in the car now.”

You’re kind of dreading pulling off Yuuji’s soft cock - if you hadn’t done enough to ruin Yuuji’s pants before, then that most certainly will.

Yuuji sighs again, heartier, hands coddling your hips and tenderly rubbing circles into your bone. His eyes fall to your breasts and remain there, “I really am sorry, angel. I- I never, ever wanted you to feel like I didn’t want you.”

Because he does. Good, God, he always does.

Every time he sees you, his hands get all sweaty and his cheeks are hot and his stomach twists into jumbles of knots.

“It hurt,” you admit, “but it’s fine now,” you giggle at the idea of him apologizing over trying to be respectful, “It isn’t like you were being a dick, you know?”

“Yeah, but! Ugh!” he clenches a hand over his heart dramatically, frowning, “I hurt my girlfriend’s feelings. My sweet girl :( “

“You’re cute,” you kiss one of Yuuji’s fiery cheeks, “Okay, help me off.”

“Oh, yeah, huh,” he stretches over your shoulder to wring your panties back up your leg, “It’ll be unpleasant, but I think you need to wear these back to your apartment.”

“I’ll live,” you pick at the elastic to Yuuji’s pants and snap them back against his sweaty thigh, “Can’t be worse than this, pee pants.”

“Hey, it’s not pee,” he pouts once again tonight, “And be nice.”

You shake your head, leaning down to press your lips against Yuuji’s once again. Soaking in the taste like you’d been starved of it your entire life, “Never.”

[ddeonghwa-s]

moonlight greed .ᐟ.ᐟ

wonwoo, standing in the moonlight, admiring you; his sleeping stepsister.

꒰୨୧꒱— jeon wonwoo x fem!reader

꒰୨୧꒱— wc is approx. 1.2k

꒰୨୧꒱— genre : smut (mdni)

꒰୨୧꒱— cw : male masturbation, perversion

꒰୨୧꒱— tw : stepcest, somnophilia, morally questionable (arguably fucked) and perverted wonwoo, half-naked reader

꒰୨୧꒱— notes : in this fic wonwoo is fucked! pls know this behavior is not anything i condone or actually associate with wonwoo :)

it's a little after midnight when wonwoo finally eases your bedroom door all the way open.

your room is, of course, dark. he can't see the papers that undoubtedly litter the desk he put together for you; can't see the details of the posters you had stuck against the popcorn walls in an attempt to inject your personality into the room.

wonwoo had objected to some of the posters at first. the prints of pink tulips and baby blue bows and kittens; it was all too much for wonwoo, whose own room was a classic combination of black, grey, and black.

but he'd do anything for you, just like a good stepbrother would.

and this is how he justifies sneaking into your bedroom in the middle of the night.

your room is dark, but the faintest sliver of silver moonlight peers through the curtains. it doesn't help a lot — doesn't allow wonwoo to see the fine details of things — but it helps just enough.

luck is, wonwoo thinks, on his side in that case.

the silver light lets wonwoo eye your sleeping figure greedily. he is able to make out the shape of your body, the line of it against your bed. you had discarded most of your blanket, too hot to be burrowed underneath it as you usually were — no thanks to luck this time; wonwoo had thumbed the thermostat to a higher temperature during your nightly shower. your blanket lay against your hips, hiding your legs from his sight.

your blanket does not hide the rest of you.

wonwoo can see the line of your torso and head. he can see your sleeping face turned towards the ceiling; your hand tucked rather awkwardly, in wonwoo's opinion, behind your back;

your tits, deliciously illuminated by that beautiful silver moonlight.

you had, whether consciously or in your sleep, rucked your tank top up over your tits. it conceals half of one of them, does nothing to hide the other. and so wonwoo can stare all his fill. l

your nipples are not perked at attention, the temperature of the room warm enough to soothe your skin from any gooseflesh, to keep your nipples from hardening. your tits are pressed against your body from gravity, a stark picture from one of the scenes that constantly replay in wonwoo's mind of you bending over in a low-cut shirt that allowed him to feast on your tits as they hung, gravity perfectly showing the full bulge of them for his depraved, perverted mind.

still: wonwoo feels the blood pool at his gut, feels his cock harden and balls tug in his joggers.

you are asleep. you feel safe, here in wonwoo's apartment — your safety, as a matter of fact, was the number one reason why your father pushed for you to move in with wonwoo; you'd be safe here, your father had said; wonwoo would protect you.

and here he was, sliipping his hand down over his thickening bulge, palming at the base of his dick through his joggers.

you are safe, wonwoo thinks as he watches your tits rise and fall with every breath you take. you are safe in his home from the harsh elements of outside, from rain or thunder or wind, from opportunists and scums who would take advantage of you.

the silver light bathes you; your face is calm, devoting itself to the peaceful world you slumber in.

wonwoo slips his hand underneath the tight band of his joggers. his dick, when he touches it, jumps in his hand. he wants to fuck something, wants it so badly.

wonwoo draws his hand along the length of his cock, thumb trailing. he fists the head of his cock, eyes greedily roaming over your tits, sliding over your stomach.

he digs his thumb into his sensitive cockhead. wonwoo winces at the pleasure-pain that shoots through him at the sensation, tightening his fist around his dick, chasing that pain further.

wonwoo's balls are tight against him as he begins to fuck his fist. he was brisk with it, no finesse; he wants to cum, wants to feel that electric bubble of heat burst within him.

it would be better, wonwoo thinks fleetingly, if he could cum in your tight little pussy.

because he knows it would be tight; that your cunt would be hot and wet.

every part of you is perfect, so that, too, wonwoo logically surmised, would be heaven.

even this, wonwoo thinks as he stands in the entry way of your bedroom with you sound asleep with your tits on display, is a piece of heaven. he's allowed to look and look without distraction, and fuck —

if he doesn't look.

wonwoo doesn't fuck his hips to his hand, instead bringing his fist back to strike against his groin, the dull slapping sound of skin against skin, fist against groin, filling the quiet room. 

his balls throb; his dick hurts. 

wonwoo wants to cum so badly. he wants to watch his cum shoot out and stain your skin. he wants to watch his cum paint the walls of your cunt, watch it ooze from your cute little hole and drip down onto the bed. wonwoo would love to see his cum on your face, too; love to see it shoot across your lips and nose and cheeks, see your face of surprise. 

he thinks about it, eyes straining through the darkness to focus on your nipples, to memorize the shape of them in the hope of imagining his lips around them later. wonwoo thinks about you on your knees in front of him, eyes squeezing shut, mouth open and tongue stuck out with his white cum pearling so beautifully. 

wonwoo cums into his pants with a grunt. the wetness of it makes his joggers stick uncomfortably. his dick feels horribly sensitive as he walks from your room with his cock still tucked inside. 

he goes to the thermostat; lowers it. 

wonwoo moves to his room. he switches on the light, knowing his sweet thoughts don't deserve to take root in the darkness. 

he grabs one of his blankets off of his bed, shaking it out. 

with his pants still sticking to him from his cum, wonwoo moves back to your room. the air conditioning kicks on, and he can feel the draft almost immediately, the skin on his arms pebbling. 

he doesn't bother being quiet. 

wonwoo edges around your bed, hands finding the corners of the blanket. he fluffs it out, draping it over your form, concealing your tits from his eyes. 

you furrow your brows. your eyes flutter open, lips pressed into a pout with the soft anger of an angel being disrupted from sleep. 

"turned down the ac," he says, tucking the blanket around your shoulders. wonwoo continues to press the blanket underneath your frame, pushing it snugly to your form. "you'll be cold."

you smile at him, shifting in your bed. "thanks, wonie," you mumble, eyes already shutting. 

wonwoo shuts your bedroom door behind him, closing you and the silver light behind him, protecting you once again.

[luveline]

Hii I sent the ask for more kbd could you please write them all going on there first family holiday lovely 🤍🫶🏻

love u <3 kbd au —the harrington’s vacation !! mom!reader, 1.5k

This is a good idea, you repeat to each other for weeks. Paying for the flights, making lists, getting Dove her baby passport, packing the suitcases days in advance. 

Most of the time you agree with one another. The day you buy Avery and Beth little swimsuits Steve can’t stop smiling, and the nights leading up to it are like Christmas for Avery when she remembers (and Beth when Avery tells her). 

But the night before you’re sick to your stomach, and then Steve can’t breathe right at the airport, but you get on your plane, and somehow the girls are good. Dove cries when you land because of the pressure change, but she’s soothed by the time you’re past the gate and into the sunshine. 

“Steve,” you say, Dove strapped to your chest, world's heaviest baby bag on your shoulder, “sweetheart, we’re here.” 

He holds Beth’s hand, who in turn holds Avery’s hand, trying to pull the world’s biggest suitcase behind you without running over his own foot. “I told you it would be easy.” 

Your children look beautiful. Avery wears a sun visor cap and a blue dress with white socks and blue converse, and Bethie wears dungarees and a short sleeve top, little black converse to match her sister but unable to handle the sensory nightmare of a hat. They look ready for the sun, and excited to be somewhere new. 

Dove sleeps on your chest. “Easy isn’t the word I’d use,” you mumble, kissing her forehead. “Okay, what’s the next thing? Are we getting the shuttle?” 

Steve checks his watch quickly. “It’s another ten minutes,” he says. “Is that okay?” He points at your harness. “Digging into your side?”

“It’s fine.” You bend with your arm behind Dove’s back, turning your smile on your sweethearts where they mill around their dad’s legs. “How do you guys feel now? So happy? I’m so happy we’re not on the plane, we can stretch our tired feet!” 

“Yeah, mom!” Avery says. 

“Can we have soda?” Bethie asks. 

And okay, you promised them treats if they behaved on the plane, but you’re on vacation. It’s allowed. 

“Yeah, baby, let’s go find you a coca cola before we get on the big bus!” 

You don’t want to pay seventy cents for one can of coke, let alone three dollars for three, but everything will be free when you get to the resort, so what does it matter? Plus, Bethie really, really enjoys it. She beams at the fizzing and begs you to try it like she’s worried you’re missing out. 

(It matters. You and Steve are raising three kids on one salary. All inclusive vacations are expensive. They all needed new clothes including you and Steve, clothes and haircuts and mini shampoos. But it genuinely won’t matter if they have a good time, and make good memories.) 

“Right,” you say near the shuttle, “Avery, you hold mommy’s hand when we’re outside. Beth, you’ll hold daddy’s. No running, and try to be polite. Deal?” 

Avery twines her fingers through yours, little tiny fingers to your fully grown ones. When she looks up at you, she’s practically a hundred percent Steve, his smile, his lovely demeanour, and his attitude too. “Duh, mom. That’s an easy deal.” 

Steve ends up carrying Beth onto the shuttle, and off of it again at the resort. She’s in his arms from the lobby to the elevators and into your suite, but she wants promptly to be put down when Steve shows your two girls their room. 

“Mom, there’s bears!” She gasps. “It’s Goldilocks!” 

A huge storybook mural covers their walls and parts of their ceilings, their single beds outfitted with gossamer curtains on four posters and princess pink sheets. “There’s a castle!” Avery shouts. 

“You okay?” Steve asks again. 

You’re a little tired from Dove's restlessness the night before, but you’re happy you’re here. You nod without thinking twice about it. 

“Okay.” He pulls you toward him. Careful, he unsnaps the buckles of Dove’s harness, loosening the cords that keep her tight to your body before pulling her out. She grizzles at being moved, and he pats her back deftly to settle her before it becomes a big cry. Then he’s cradling her one handed, loosening the straps of the carrier behind your back and taking it off of you with a kindness that softens you for the thousandth time. “There, that’s better. You look like you can breathe again.” 

Steve puts his hand flat on your chest and rubs a line with his thumb. “That’s a nice smile,” he adds. 

Okay, you think. Goner, total goner, you cover his hand with yours. From the girls’ bedroom you can hear the squeal of bed springs being jumped on and the zipper on someone’s mini backpack. “Can we have fruit snacks?” Avery shouts. 

Steve’s hand moves to your neck, your face. He rubs your jawline with the tip of his thumb. “Do they have fruit snacks at the buffet?” 

“They promised they’d have everything at the buffet.” 

You sound exuberant. You are. It’s nice to be touched sweetly, and to be somewhere cool. This is the life you’d dreamed of making with him, and at the same time, you never could’ve summoned this image of him. 

You can’t wait for him to take his shirt off by the pool. You’re gonna take a whole disposable’s worth of photos. 

“You have nice arms,” you say, feigning absentmindedness.

“Thank you.” He’s looking at you funny. It reminds you of when you first started dating, he’d get these weird moments of smiling and not telling you what it is that’s so funny, which would always inspire insecurity, but has since been explained to be awe rather than disdain. He pulls Dove closer to his neck and more toward his side, offering his empty arm to you for a hug. “You have nice everything,” he says, kissing you quickly on the temple. 

“We’re actually on vacation.” 

It always seemed too daunting. The more kids you had, the scarier it seemed. But one day Avery must’ve seen a commercial on TV or heard it from one of the little girls at the park, and she’d strolled up to you to ask you about vacations and the beach and aeroplanes. You’d taken her and Beth to Lake Michigan a bunch of times, but nothing feels quite like this. 

“Let’s hope it really feels like one,” Steve says. 

“Especially for you,” you say. 

Stay at home dad-ing is exhausting. You can’t imagine he wants to be the one in charge here too. You’re determined to pull your weight, even if he isn’t keen to let you, plans for secret lie-ins and well-researched playtime clubs at the resorts recreation centres. You’re not delusional, you know you can’t do this without him. Or perhaps you could, but you’d enjoy yourself a lot less. Either way, you’re wanting to have fun too, so he can take Dove from you and wrap his arm around you like he’s the one in charge for now. It feels nice to be doted on, better when he starts his fretting. 

“Do you want to get changed before we take them down for dinner?” He backs away enough to see your face but not too much as to steal the warmth of his chest where it kisses your arm. “Showers? You need something to drink. Where’s the mini fridge?” 

“Remember what we talked about?” you broach carefully. You have no intentions of patronising him, but it’s unfortunate he’s forgotten already. “Relax, honey. That’s what we said we were gonna do this week. You don’t have to make sure everyone is one hundred percent all the time. If I need something, I’ll tell you.”

“What sort of marriage do you think this is?” he asks, smiling playfully, his warm eyes betraying how happy he is even through his worry and facade.

“One where you kiss me like you miss me all the time,” you say. 

“Oh, is that so?” He ducks down and aligns your lips, the corded muscle of his arm lean where it presses to your softer back. “What do you do?” 

“Kiss back.” 

He laughs into your lips, a smile pressed firmly to a smile. 

“Daddy, can you help me ‘i my shoes?” Bethie asks. 

Steve breathes in deep as you part, hugging you tight to his side. “Where are you gonna go without shoes?” he asks her, genuinely curious. 

“To bed.” 

“You want a nap?” 

Bethie nods tiredly. “Planes are hard.” 

“Yeah, bub, planes are tough. You don’t wanna go have dinner first?” 

She shakes her head tiredly. It’s the first hurdle of your vacation, but it’s not a terribly hard one to navigate. 

“There’s gotta be some sort of snack in the fridge, right?” he asks. 

Family nap time commences just as soon as Avery’s eaten her fill of mini sandwiches. You sleep like a baby under Steve’s arm, at least until the real baby rouses for another bottle. 

[sunalee]

jam to my heart — Jay

summary: The handsome guitarist set his eyes on you, and lucky for him, you did the same.

with: Jay (Park Jong-seong)

warnings: rockstar au!, enhypen as a band, jay is a smooth fella, he's charming enough to make my cheeks warm.

a/n: jay with a guitar is such a perfect sight i can't even ratiocinate. Some of the boys aren't metioned, but they're still part of this au.

“C'mon _____, let’s stay on the front so we can see them better!”

Ami calls you out, dragging you through the ’90s themed new pub you’re visiting, “Cords and Jam”. The place is really cool, with black and white checkered floors, red walls with various themed lamps, and posters of classic rock bands. The staff is very friendly, not to mention the drinks and snacks that make you want to spend your whole wallet there.

But the reason you’re here it’s the almost one-year hiatus, not having seen any live show since this period. You miss this environment, the thrill of waiting for the next band to perform, and even the sound check that the musicians do five minutes before the music starts.

Ami told you about this band tonight, Orange Blood. You haven’t heard anything from them yet, but they’re really known on social media for their impressive covers, skilled talent, and very, very, good-looks. 

Rock is great, but a handsome guy playing makes the experience one hundred times better.

She drags you to the front as you both get your bubbling drinks, fortunately not having too many people blocking your path. You don’t mind being in the back of the room, it’s even better to dance there, but you won’t lie, it’s so exciting being right close to the stage, even with the frenetic heartbeats that make you want to take another sip of the drink.

The band finally arrives, five handsome men in their twenties coming in front of the stage. The crowd shouts excitedly, you join them with your own hollering.

“Good night, everyone! I’m Jake, and we are the Orange Blood!” The blonde lead singer announces, a cheeky smile appearing on his face as he hears the crowd’s euphoric cheers.

The drummer, a dark-haired lad with side shaved haircut and looks of a runaway teen, taps four times the drum sticks together, a cue for the other instruments to start playing as well. On Jake’s left side, there’s the keyboard player and the bassist, the two with similar features and exhaling confidence. You heard around their names were Sunghoon and Heeseung. 

But it’s the guitarist on the right side of Jake who catches your attention; suddenly, he’s the only thing you can focus on.

Not only for his great solo at the beginning, but his very charming personality. The way his fingers pluck the strings with such mastery, as if it were as eyes as breathing, his built arms taken by cool tattoo shapes matching with his dark, medium hair, his thin and well cared lips that forms a pleasing smirk whenever he hears a praise from the female crowd. 

And when you hear his smooth, deep voice singing on his microphone, your legs almost give out.

It’s like this man put a spell on you, taking you to a place without time, space or circumstance, all your senses fixed only on him, mind navigating and daydreaming about different scenarios where he’s the main star, and you, his forever partner.

The show was a blast. Everyone had the time of their lives, and Orange Blood for sure would receive a lot of invitations after this concert. The mysterious guitarist wipes his sweating forehead after waving at the crowd, his black regatta clinging on his torso and making him look even more attractive. Unfortunately, he moves away with the rest of the crown, sparing one last glance before going.

That glance goes directly on you.

You don’t know what to think about it, your heart racing and mind numb from the unexpected moment, but before you can try to come up with something, Ami is dragging you by the hand again, leading you to the bar.

She tells you that she’s going to call her friend outside and would be right back. “Don’t accept drinks from strangers” was the last thing she said before leaving. You decide to order another drink, sitting on a free stool there.

You start wondering about what that gaze meant, the sweet flavor of your pinky lemonade helping your mind work even with the pub buzz. But you focus so much on your thoughts, that you don’t notice the main problem right in front of you, brown eyes staring at you with amusement.

“Pinky lemonade?  Sweeter than I thought you would be, huh?” That smooth, dreamy voice wakes you up, making your heart suddenly flips as you finally realize who just sat beside you. He gives you another one of his charming smirks, supporting his jawline on his hand while he extends the other in your direction. “Jay. A pleasure.”

“______.” Best say your name right away than rambling trying to come up with a sentence. “I-It’s nice to meet you too. You played amazing tonight.” You can’t help but blurt your thoughts. 

“You think so?” He tilts his head, looking even more interested now, his eyes following you like a cat gazing at its prey.

You bite inside your mouth, feeling uneasy but not in a bad way. “Yeah, totally.” You nod to your own sentence. Jay tries to hold back a chuckle. “Uh, shouldn’t you be in your dressing room after playing?”

“And lose the party? What’s the fun in that?” He questions, raising his pointer finger to call the barman. “Same thing she’s having.”

Now you can’t help your chuckle. “Are you a sweet man too?” Your interest wins your nerves, showing Jay your playful side that he’ll surely enjoy in the future.

“I don’t like getting drunk. Especially not when I’ve just met a pretty girl like you.” He flirts without shame, making you swoop into his charm so easily that you even forget that you came with Ami here. Not that she wouldn't support you, anyway.

“I don’t know If I should be flattered.” But you’re not hooked enough to be fooled. Whatever this man wants with you, you want to figure it out now.

He gives you a knowing smile, as he just reads you like an open book in front of him. His pinky lemonade comes just in time for his answer, his hand holding the glass but not taking his brown eyes off you.

He wants you to know that feeling too.

“You should be.” He answers honestly, self-confidence boosting around him. “ It’s not every day that I set my eyes on someone special.” He moves to click his glass with yours, taking his time to take a small sip of his drink before leaning close to you, gaze and smirk never faltering.

“And when I find someone special, doll, I don’t lose my chance.”

© sunalee 2024 — all rights reserved.

[kittyoncescribbled]

Check-Mate, part 2.

Summary: Mihawk thought he was too old to believe in silly things like love at first sight, but things change;

Word count: 3,102;

Rating/Content Warnings: PG-16, fem reader;

Author’s note: I've been loving to write this! Mihawk is such an interesting character to try and portray. Please reblog/like if you enjoy!

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It had been a little over a month since Mihawk visited the Thousand Sunny, and he couldn’t keep you out of his mind.

With a shovel in hand, he would find himself gardening and realize he was staring at nothing for an embarrassing amount of time while thinking of your expression when you claimed checkmate. He had your wanted poster, with a picture of you before running away - all dolled up, wearing clothes made with expensive fabric, your hair meticulously curled under a small tiara, and makeup carefully applied to enhance your features - in a drawer in his desk, even though the picture couldn’t capture the magnetism your eyes had. Mihawk would never admit it to anyone, but he would sometimes get the picture out and admire it while having some wine.

Mihawk knew it would take a while before you and the rest of the straw hat crew arrived. While discussing things with Luffy, he had mentioned that the crew needed to make a few stops to get supplies and whatnot, so he knew better than to keep looking out the windows, searching for a sign of Sunny.

So when the lion that adorned the boat finally made its way into the island, Mihawk forced himself to wait inside the mansion. Roronoa wasn’t the best with directions, but he trusted that the rest of the crew would be enough to make sure all of you made your way into the mansion without getting lost.

Zoro opened the front door without ceremony as if he had never left the place. Mihawk, sitting on his chair, stood up while the whole crew crossed the threshold, looking around the place with curiosity. But Mihawk could feel his heart sinking at the sight of you.

You had a split lip, small cuts on your face, bruises around your neck that you tried to hide by buttoning your shirt all the way up, and you were limping, too - Usopp was by your side, letting you hold on to him to not put much pressure on one of your legs and Brook carried your bags. The crew could feel the weight of Mihawk’s gaze on your figure, but you merely avoided looking into his eyes, preferring to look at your shoes.

“We had a run-in with some bounty hunters,” Zoro explained in a low voice. “They tried to take Y/N back to her uncle.” Mihawk nodded, as he could tell from your body language and the way you were glancing at Zoro that you didn’t want to talk about the encounter.

“I see. Quite unfortunate.” Mihawk replied with a carefully neutral tone. “The lot of you may stay here for the night if you please; Roronoa, you can show them the accommodations next to yours and the kitchen, too. You will probably want to rest before getting to business, so please feel free to do so until dinner time.”

As he watched the crew make their way to their wing of the mansion, Mihawk watched discreetly as you and Usopp disappeared after going up the stairs. He felt rage, cold and blinding, washing over him like waves during a high tide. Bounty hunters were known to be reckless and courageous, but still, trying to drag someone from such a known crew was a step further.

Mihawk marched to his garden and started watering and pruning plants in a mechanical way, trying to garden the fury out of him. When he finally made his way inside to clean himself up, he could hear the crew in the kitchen talking while the cook prepared some snacks for them. He had no patience for the noise and all the talking, so he retreated to his room and made his way to the library after a shower and a change of clothes.

He wasn't expecting to find you there, curled up against a window, sporting a sand-colored sweater with a high neck and a pair of black slacks. Startled, you got up and tried reaching for something but sat down when recognizing who was entering the room; Mihawk could see a slight tremor on your hands and the relief in your eyes.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.”

“Wh-no, no! Please don't apologize; this is your house, and I'm just a guest. It's just that I didn't feel like joining the rest of the group, and Zoro said I  wouldn't be bothering anyone if I stayed here.”

“And you are not bothering anyone, miss Y/L/N. You are free to make yourself at home.”

“Thank you,” you said with a small smile, tugging at the sleeves of your clothes. “But I'm not going to be in your space; I'll just go and stay with them in the kitchen.”

“Miss Y/L/N, if you want to stay here, that's fine.”

“Can we… not talk? Just be here?” 

Mihawk shrugged; “of course,” he said, picking up the newspaper on the coffee table and sitting down to read.

He couldn’t tell how long he had been reading when he first started hearing the sniffles. At first, Mihawk pretended not to hear as he wasn't the best when dealing with emotions, much less someone else's emotions. But when he heard you sobbing, he couldn't pretend anymore, putting down his newspaper and taking the few steps to reach you, who was still sitting by the window. Mihawk wasn't sure what to do and tried to pat you on the back - quite awkwardly, if he were to be honest - and mumbled something to the effect of “there, there”. When that just made you cry harder, he froze on the spot, unsure if he should continue or if he should look for one of the people in the crew.

“The bounty hunters saw me on one of the islands we stopped, probably when I went shopping for clothes with Nami and Robin,” you said between sobs; you were spitting out the words as if they were something you were holding on to for a while now and needed to let go for your own sanity; your voice was cracking, as if you were struggling to get the words out. “They entered the ship at night, and we didn't see them. I was taking a bath when they found me, and one of them dragged me by the neck out of the water and threw me face-first on the ground. I panicked; I couldn't scream - it was like the air just couldn't come out of my lungs, and I tried to fight back, but they just punched me in the face. They were trying to drag me out of the bathroom when I, like, remember I have a devil fruit? It's so useless during fights it didn't even occur to me that I should use it. Then, I turned the three of them into gold statues. I killed them! I had never hurt anyone before, and I killed three men in one night!”

Silently, Mihawk pulled you into a side hug, and you clung to his shirt, getting it wet with your tears. Mihawk felt petrified, as he didn’t know what to say or do, so he just kept rubbing circles on your back.

Sanji turned the corner with a tray in his hands carrying some treats for you; his eyes went from Mihawk to you, trying to understand what was going on, but Mihawk dismissed him with a stern look. The cook stammered for a moment but ended up leaving the library, but not before grimacing at the swordsman. 

“I’m such dead weight to the crew! I can’t do anything, I can’t even defend myself properly. I’m just holding them back because they can’t focus on what they need to do as someone needs to stay behind and babysit me. I even thought of staying behind in one of the islands, but what would I do? I would be discovered sooner or later, and anyone with half a brain would give me up for the bounty. I hate being weak, I hate feeling useless, and I hate feeling scared all the time.��

After the word vomit, you were shivering while trying to stabilize your breathing; your face was tinged in a shade of red from both crying and embarrassed from oversharing with someone you didn’t know that well, letting him in into a part of his mind and feelings that not even her crewmates knew.

“You could stay.” Mihawk regretted the words as he said them. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand what came over him to make him say such a thing. Were he a sentimental man like Shanks, he could say he just couldn’t bear to watch a pretty lady in distress or that he was intoxicated by her perfume - vanilla, maybe, but not sweet, something herbal and fresh.

But alas, he wasn’t Shanks.

And he had no idea why he was acting in such a way.

“P-pardon?”

“Well…” Mihawk said slowly, clearing his throat and trying to organize his thoughts, “The whole world knows you are traveling with the straw hats, so whenever they go, that’s where you will be. Bounty hunters would not know where to look for you if you were to separate from them, and if your navigator followed the directions I provided last time we spoke,  the chances of anyone following your crew here are slim to none. Furthermore,” he added with a tiny smile, “few bounty hunters would try and attack someone in Kuraigana.”

You looked up at him, glossy eyes and flushed cheeks, and Mihawk felt like he was a silly teenager again, with his heart beating hard on his chest.

“But… I would be abusing your kindness. And I don’t want to be a bother.” You bit your lips, unsure of what to do.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t invite you if I thought that you would be a bother. I simply offered as I  thought you would feel safer here.”

“I… Ok. Yes, I agree. I’ll let the crew know after dinner.” You still looked unsure, but Mihawk felt very pleased with himself, even if he couldn’t understand why he was acting the way he was. “But please let me know if there’s anything I can do around here. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Don’t worry about that for now; you are still recovering. We can revisit this down the line.”

Sanji had whipped out a full meal for dinner, and the crew was being as rambunctious as always in Mihawk’s dining room. Chopper, Luffy, and Usopp were being silly, Robin giggled at their antics, Brooke, Sanji, and Franky were sharing stories, and Nami and Zoro discussed their next stop; you just looked at them, admiring the group of family who took you in like one of them in no time when you had nothing or no one. You loved them with all of your heart, but you knew that staying meant getting in the way of their dreams.

And you were not going to allow yourself to be the block on their way.

Eventually, the conversation seemed to die down. Nami took the opportunity to unfold a map on the table, describing the route she had planned to the next island, where they had to accomplish the deal discussed with Mihawk. As soon as the navigator finished her exposition, you cleared your throat and took a deep breath.

“Guys, I think this would be the best time to let you know… I’m not going with you. I’m staying here.”

It was pandemonium: Luffy and Usopp were yelling, Zoro looked from you to Mihawk as if he was about to get sick, Sanji was stoned face. “Look, I know that this is not the best way to announce it, but… I don’t want to get in the way of you guys. I’m just not strong enough to defend myself, and we just can’t go on if one of you has to stay behind to look after me. And Luffy…” you looked at your captain with tears in your eyes, “I love you like you were my little brother. Because you gave me my freedom, I want nothing more than to see you fulfill your dream of being king of the pirates, but me being there wouldn’t be in the best of both of our interests.” Your voice was strained and wobbly as the tears threatened to run freely over your face. “I hate that I cry so much, I don’t want to be known as a crybaby. I really wanted to continue on with you guys, but I don’t think that would be good for us. Also, as Mr. Dracule pointed out to me, people already know I’m traveling with you, so they know where to find me. But as no one knows we stopped at Kuraigana, the chances of bounty hunters coming to look for me are very very low. I just thought this would be safer for all of us.”

“Y/N, please… We want you to go with us” Sanji said softly, and the rest of the crew nodded in approval. 

“I know. Trust me, I wanted to go with you too. But I just can’t get another round of what happened last night. Also, if mr. Dracule wants to charge me rent or something I can just go outside, pick a big rock, and turn it into gold, right?” The whole crew looked defeated and not prone to laugh at your attempt of a joke, but Luffy stood up to embrace you in a hug. “We all wanted you to come with us, Y/N, but it’s ok. You can read about us in the papers, right?” Luffy’s voice sounded funny as he was smashing his cheek against yours, and you couldn’t help but let out a teary laugh.

Mihawk, who had been quiet during the whole dinner, thought he had never heard a symphony that could match the grace of your laugh.

You had made your way into the bedroom Zoro said you could use, not ready yet to unpack your suitcases. So far, all you had taken out were the pair of pajamas you were wearing that night and your personal hygiene items; it felt surreal to think that you wouldn’t come back to the Sunny, and it made you sad to think you were leaving the first family you ever had. At this point, you had no more tears left to cry, so you were lying in bed wide awake, trying to get yourself used to not hearing the chit-chattering of the crew.

A low knock on the door caught your attention, and you were surprised to see Sanji standing at the threshold, still wearing his dinner clothes and smelling like cigarettes. “Ah… Can I help you? Is there anything wrong?” Sanji ignored you and walked into the room, running his hands through his hair and looking frazzled.

“What can I say to convince you to go with us? What can I do? Just tell me, and I’ll do it.” You closed the door behind you, unsure of what to do. “Please, Y/N, talk to me. What can I do? Are you still upset with me?”

You frowned; you hadn’t talked to anyone about your feelings for Sanji, letting them go after that one dinner where you exploded. After that night, you expurged those feelings slowly but surely, and now you were feeling nothing but exasperation. “Sanji… I’m not mad. I don’t think I was ever mad. I was upset.”

“I-I know. Nami explained to me. I don’t know how I can explain this without sounding like a complete idiot, but I had fallen for you. So much that I didn’t know how to act around you or what to do. I was scared that if I treated you the same way I do with Nami and Robin, you would reject me, so I just… didn’t. I had no clue how that would look from your perspective. I never meant to make you feel sad or upset.”

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to wrap your head around what Sanji had said.

“You’re right, you do sound like a complete idiot. So, for you to show me that you’re attracted to me, you… pretended to not be attracted to me?”

“Please don’t give me a hard time, Nami already did that quite enough. But, I'm serious, Y/N, don't stay. Come with us.” Sanji got on his knees and grabbed your hands, pressing kisses to them. “I'll treat you right, I promise. I'll cook for you, take you out, dance with you, care for you. Treat you like a princess. Just… come. Please.”

Slowly you removed your hand from the blonde's and pushed him up so he could be on his feet. “Sanji, please listen to me: this has nothing to do with what happened. I just want to feel safe.”

“We- I can protect you!”

“I know you can. But I need Luffy to find the one piece, and that's not going to happen with you or any of the others having to keep an eye on me and that's fine - I've made my peace with that.”

“But can't you see that this guy is only asking you to stay because he has ulterior motives?” 

“What do you mean by that?” You asked genuinely puzzled, letting go of his hands. Sanji stammered for a second, not sure on how to continue. He knew deep down in his bones that Mihawk wouldn't have invited you to stay if he had no interest in you, and he has witnessed the moment you shared in the library. God, even Zoro got the hint, and he wasn't one to pay attention to this kind of stuff; the mosshead had let out a couple of comments saying that he had no clue his teacher had it in him, or that he would effectively seek out for contact with another human being by his own volition.

“Sanji, if you had said that to me that night, then we wouldn't be having this conversation as the idea of leaving wouldn't have crossed my mind. But after all of that, I decided to let go of my feelings for you a-”

“And you just did? Was it that easy?”

“No,” you whispered. “It was one of the hardest things I ever did. But I had to do it to protect myself and my heart.”

With one look that you couldn't identify as bitter or sorrowful, Sanji escaped the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and inner turmoil.

[citruslullabies]

Trigger warnings: blood, gore, death, that whole shabang. ‼️PLEASE DO NOT ACTUALLY INTERACT IF YOU FIND THESE THINGS DISTURBING‼️

Romantic/platonic?: not really either, could be taken either way

Requested by: me! Because I forced an idea out of @bumblehoneybee

Category: HEAVY. ANGST.

Ship (romantic or platonic): Dogday x reader

Word count: 704

Give a Dog a Bone

It all came down at once, with the four of you being ambushed and separated and Dogday being recaptured while the side of Poppy’s face shattered and who knows what happened to Kissy.

But he was so worried about what happened to you, last he saw you were knocked unconscious as he was being dragged away by force. He tried so desperately to get back to you but everything went black. Now here he was, restrained again like some poster and an example of heretics again. His wrists felt the familiar sting of belts, ones that were tighter than his previous ones were.

He still had his legs, but they lost feeling in them from being held up so high. He may as well not have them at this rate, the stitches slowly becoming undone anyway. His mind raced but the only thing on his mind was you, his angel. The canine wanted nothing more than to make sure you were okay and safe, but he couldn't do that restrained.

Heavy footsteps approached, ones that made the ground shake and Dogday growl. Those familiar steps used to horrify him but now they just infuriated him, his head hung low until he looked up at the feline with a chunk of his ear missing from the ambush. The only hit Dogday had managed to land. But his fury morphed into confusion when he saw something in Catnap’s mouth, something alive and still thrashing around. He glared at the feline as he approached.

Catnap's heavy paws came to a stop In Front of Dogday, hanging his head low and dropping whatever he had in his mouth to the floor. And to Dogday’s absolute horror; it was you. A bloody mess in tears. “Angel…?” He managed to choke out, trying to break from his restraints. You looked like a wreck, your left leg twisted in an unnatural way as the skin on your arms and chest was sliced open.

He wanted to save you like you had saved him before, cradle you and wipe the snot and tears off your face. But he couldn't, and that ate him from the inside out.

“D.. Dogday?” You choked out, trying to crawl towards him as you sobbed pitifully. The pain being all too much for you, you were down like a fighting dog in a ring. You gave it your all to survive and still you're wounded and down on your luck. Dogday wanted to respond, but a paw lifted his chin up and forced him to look at the disgusting feline Infront of him. He growled but Catnap stopped him before he could speak. He let out a heavy sigh, red gas barely escaping so Dogday can stay wide awake for this.

The feline slowly leaned in, holding the dog's head still so he could look him in the eyes. A leader being taken down once more after getting back up, the feeling was satisfying. “Look what you made me do, heretic.” He hissed out before forcing Dogday to look back at you.

Catnap lifted one large foot up, and Dogday’s eyes widened in horror as he realized what was about to happen. “CATNAP, NO PLEASE!” He pleaded, trying to squirm away so he couldn't see. This had to be a nightmare, but he watched as Catnap’s foot came down agonizingly fast and the sound of your yells and your bones crunching. The canine could only stare, trembling as Catnap put more weight down which released the sigh of your organs and your blood spilling. Crushed like some bug.

He started sobbing. Shaking and violently sobbing as he was too frozen to try and fight his restraints anymore, his chest moving up and down in a ragged motion as he felt the oxygen leave his lungs. he watched Catnap move his foot off of you, blood and strings of your hair sticking to the bottom and he wanted to vomit at the sight of your unrecognizable body. Completely crushed and destroyed, Catnap lifting one of your broken ribs up and wedged it into Dogday’s mouth despite Dogday trying to squirm his head away.

Knick knack, patty wack. Give a dog a bone. Poor angel won't be going home.

Aggressively plays Shoots and Ladders by Korn

[mrsclean101]

Armin X camgirl! reader

Armin was sitting on his large bed lazily scrolling through twitter. when a website called Freaks R Us popped up on his feed. Armin accidentally clicked on the pink neon sign. I didn't do it on purpose he thought. He just wanted to get out of the strange pop up ad. Now that he was on the site he might as well look around right? On the website there really wasn't anything interesting with the streamers listed so he scrolled down he soon saw the Username $ultF0rY°u the username just stands out compared to the other ones not to mention the way the fat of her ass in the black lingerie looked bent over her computer desk. Her profile consisted of thirst traps, cosplays and the usual masturbation. Her profile had a glowing red outline to it meaning that she was currently live. He was completely compelled to go into her livestream. So he did

When Armin opened the steam was completely overstimulated first he gazed around the background of the room. He took in the interior design of her walls they were white a simple color but the countless anime posters in the background it brought the room together. The camera was set up so you have a complete view of her computer desk, sofa and decor in the background. He expected her to have a full blown masquerade ball mask on. But she didn't it was just a simple black disposable mask. Her h/l h/c was tied into a simple ponytail. She had on a revealing maid cosplay and was sitting on the top of the desk. he couldn't help but notice that her voice seemed very familiar. 

She had 3 dildos next to her. A pink short and fat one, a Long skinny one and a regular sized clear one. "Which one do you want me to use master?" She cooed to over 25,000 people. The comments went crazy and so was Armin he was hard as a rock. There were thousands of comments voting for the different choices ultimately the fat short one was the winner being about 5-6 inches long 5 inches wide. "Okay we have a winner". She sighs picking up the dildo putting it to her mouth lightly kissing at the tip. She then spits on it creating her own lubricant. Next she rubs her slender fingers over it delicately creating a up and down motion. She spreads her legs and she quickly massages over her already drenched folds spreading them open. "Look how wet I am for you" she moans quickly plunging her fingers into her tight hole her. Her eyes shot open as she kept moving her fingers to prep herself. "Okay I think I'm done no?" I don't wanna cum to early master I want you to enjoy it". She lets out flipping her self over the desk so she's on her stomach. 

FIRST PERSON POV.

I palmed my painfully hard cock through my shorts. Bitting my lip I pulled down my shorts to have my cock spring free hitting its self on my stomach. I quickly rummaged through the drawers next to me to find the nearest lotion bottle. Rubbing it in on my hands I began to fist my hard cock. "F-uck" i groaned pulling my cock roughly up and down at the sight on my laptop screen. She then takes the dildo from the desk and started fucking herself with it. "M-aster it feels really goo-ah~ f-fuck me faster". 

THIRD PERSON.

Armin was truly captured by the sounds of her cunt squelching with each one of the thrust of the dido. She soon picks up the pace of her motion so her and Armin are moving simultaneously. "I think I migh-ngnh~its t-oo mm-uch". Armin wasn't too fair behind letting out a series of grunts, moans and groans. "I-I'm goin-g to-Ahhh~" her sentence was cut off with the orgaism she tried so desperately to chase as she came a clear liquid squirted out of her. This really sent Armin over the edge and led him to his own release. The sticky white substance spilled all over his stomach. Armin doesn't know how it happened but her maid cosplay was pulled up revealing a tramp stamp on her lower back with a large Ángel written with two devil horns. Armin thought the tattoo was really hot. just thinking about it turned him on more. 

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"Thank you for the donations!" She exclaimed clasping her hands together. She then came up close to the camera and whispered. " I hoped you enjoyed the show. Until next time my little devils". And the stream ended.

[scarletqueenx]

chapter ten - mystery spot

Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Summary: After a few months dating, Dean abandoned you in a motel room without giving you any explanation, years later his brother and he saved you from a demon and now you hunt with them discovering every day new mysteries about your family and the destiny that awaits you. Heaven, hell, demons, angels, vampires, witches and much more.

Author’s Note: English is not my first language. This is my first time writing in the readers perspective, as i'm used to write oc´s.

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You and Dean had not yet talked about what had happened between the two of you. It seemed stupid to define your relationship when Dean barely had a few months left to live. Still, it was quite evident that something had changed between you. And that night had just been another example of it.

In the middle of the night, after another nightmare, you had half-asleep walked over to Dean's bed and laid down beside him seeking comfort and safety. He wrapped his hand around your waist to hug you against his body as you placed a leg between his. A gesture Dean used to hate when you dated, but now it had become one of his favorite things about sharing a bed with you.

Heat of the moment

The song playing on the radio woke Sam and you that morning. His eyes widening as you shifted and grunted against the pillow, stretching your hand across the bed, reaching for Dean's body.

Telling me what your heart meant

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean exclaimed sitting on the edge of the bed you were sleeping to tie his shoes. "You too, sweetheart." He turned his gaze to you, placing a hand on your bare leg.

"Dude." Sam grunted, looking at the radio. "Asia?"

"Come on. You love this song and you know it." Dean looked back at him.

"Yeah, and if I ever hear it again I'm gonna kill myself."

Not listening to him, Dean turned up the volume.

"What? Sorry, couldn't hear you."

Sam chuckled as you grunted against the pillow, trying to cover your ears with it.

It was the heat of the moment

Dean started bopping along, as he lay on top of you, leaving kisses on your shoulders while seeking to pull the pillow away from your face. Sam shook his head in amusement.

"Stop it." You groaned, turning around between Dean's arms. Your half-asleep eyes meeting his as a smile peeked over his lips.

Heat of the moment Heat of the moment Showed in your eyes

He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to kiss you right then and there. As you lay on what was his bed, looking up at him with your face half asleep and your messy hair spread across the pillow. But Sam's throat clearing brought him out of his thoughts, forcing him to break away to let you prepare to leave the room.

"Whenever you're ready, Dean." Sam said a couple of minutes later when Dean was finishing cleaning his teeth.

Coming out of the bathroom Dean walked over to his bag and pulled out a black bra.

"This yours?" He turned to you with a smirk. You looked at him unamused, finishing tying your shoes and grabbing your jacket from the back of a chair. Letting out a laugh, Dean put what was in fact one of your bras back in his bag before pulling out his gun. "Bingo."

"Can we go?" You asked. "I'm starving."

Dean nodded, walking pass Sam and you and out of the motel room. After deciding on a small diner, the three of you entered the place.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett." The cashier said to a old man after handing him his change.

"Yeah, yeah." He grunted in response, walking pass you and out of the diner.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules." Said the waitress behind the bar, which make you look at her, seeing a man sitting there.

"Some coffee." Cal answered, passing her some change.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean noticed a poster on the wall that displayed the specials for the day. You frowned as you sat next him in the booth he had chosen.

"You even know what that is?" You asked. Dean turned to you, shrugging.

The waitress from behind the bar walked towards you, allowing you to read the name on her name tag. Doris.

"You folks ready?" She asked, pulling a pad out of her apron.

"Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean said with a smile.

"Make it two coffees and a short stack." Sam added.

"Yeah, I'll have the same as him." You smiled at the waitress.

"You got it." She nodded, writing it down before leaving the table.

"You both are boring." Dean said, turning back to look at Sam and you.

"Why? Because we don't eat as much as you do?" You asked with confusion. "Sorry, I have the stomach of a regular person."

"Whatever." He sighed, fixing his gaze on his brother. "I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela."

"Okay, sure, let's get right on that. Where is she again?"

"I still can't believe you let her steal the Colt." You commented.

"Shut up." Dean grumbled. "And we didn't let her."

"At least we still have my knife." You pointed out. "Thanks, mom."

"Yeah, thank you mom for being a witch." He muttered.

"Hey, that witch saved mine and my brother's life. And she never hurt anyone." You gave him an annoyed look.

"You don't know that."

"She was my mother, Dean." She reminded him. "It's not my fault that every witch you've ever encountered turned out to be an evil bitch. You hate them, great. Burn, witches, burn. But leave my mother out of it."

Letting out a sigh, Dean looked back at you with regret. But before he could say anything, Sam interrupted him.

"Look. Believe me, I want to find Bella as bad as you do. In the meantime, we have this." Sam said, pulling out some papers from his jacket.

"All right, so this professor." Dean sighed, looking at the papers and reading the headline on them: MISSING - DEXTER HASSELBACK LAST SEEN IN BROWARD, FLORIDA.

"Dexter Hasselback was passing through town last week when he vanished." Sam explained.

"Last known location?" You asked, looking at the papers over Dean's shoulder.

"His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot." Sam answered, sliding a flyer over the table. Taking it in your hands, you took a look at it.

"Where the laws of physics have no meaning." You read aloud, showing the flyer to Dean. Sam shrugged, not knowing exactly what that meant.

Just at that moment Doris came back to the table with a tray of food and three coffees. She set the food and drinks down on the table before reaching for the bottle of hot sauce. "Three coffees, and some hot sauce for the-" She said but was quickly interrupted when the bottle of hot sauce fell off the tray and smashed on the floor. "Crap! Sorry." She apologized, turning to look back. "Cleanup!"

After finishing their food the three of you left the diner, walking past a dog that barked in your direction, but quickly quieted when you petted his head and gave him a smile. Dean snatched the Mystery Spot flyer from his brother's hands and looked at it once again with a scowl on his face.

"Sam, joints like this are only tourist traps, right? I mean, you know, balls rolling uphill, furniture nailed to the ceiling, they're only dangerous to your wallet." He said.

"Okay, look, I'm just saying, there are spots in the world where holes open up and swallow people. The Bermuda Triangle, uh, the Oregon Vortex-"

"Broward County Mystery Spot?" Dean cut him off.

"Well sometimes these places are legit."

"All right, so if it is legit, and that's a big-ass if, what's the lore?" Dean asked, letting out a sigh.

You ran to catch up with them. And just as you started to walk beside Dean a blonde girl carrying a stack of paper bumped into your shoulder, quickly apologizing without barely looking at you.

"Excuse me."

The woman's touch sent a shiver down your spine, bringing with it a sense of unease and a faint sense of impending danger. It was as if someone was trying to whisper a warning into your ear. It was only a whisper, but it was enough to send a jolt of anxiety through your body.

"The lore's pretty frigging nuts, actually." Sam words brought you back to reality. "They say these places the magnetic fields are so strong that they can bend spacetime, sending victims no one knows where."

"Sounds a little X-Files to me." Dean said as you passed two movers with desk that was clearly never going to fit in the door they were trying to get it through.

"Told you it wouldn't fit." Said one of the movers.

"What do you want, a Pulitzer?" The other one asked with annoyance.

"All right, look, I'm not saying this is really happening, but if it is, we gotta check it out, see if we can do something." Sam said as you continued walking, not paying much attention to the movers.

"I think Sam is right." You spoke. "It's worth a look."

"All right, all right, we'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look." Dean finally accepted.

The best time to go to a place like that was at night, where there were no tourists visiting around. Night also meant the need for flashlights, which was why you found yourself aiming your flashlight at the front lock so Dean could pick it. When the door opened, you handed another flashlight to him before stepping inside.

The hallway was illuminated by a neon green light with a black double spiral painted on the walls and door. The last one to enter, Sam, closed the door behind before following Dean and you up the hallway with the EMF reader in his hand.

"Wow. Uncanny." Dean said in a sarcastic tone as he shined the flashlight around and up onto a table, lamp, and ashtray attached upside-down to the ceiling.

Still with that uneasy feeling in your body, you looked to Sam in search of answers.

"Find anything?" You asked.

"No." He answered. You sighed.

"You have any idea what you're looking for?"

"Uh... yeah." Sam looked up at you as you raised your eyebrows skeptically. "No."

Shaking your head, you shared a quick look with Dean as you both shine the flashlights around other parts of the room.

"What the hell are you doing here?" A forth and unknown voice asked you. Turning around, you encounter an older man, probably the owner of the place, holding a gun aimed at the three of you.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa. We can explain." Dean said as he watched the man pointing his gun towards you.

"You robbing me?"

"Look, nobody's robbing you, calm down." You tried to stay calm as you took a step forward but the owner wasn't happy with that as he cocked the gun causing you to freeze in place.

"Don't move!"

"Alright. Alright. I won't move."

"Just putting the gun down." Dean said. What happened next was very quick. The owner moved his gun, aiming it at him and pulled the trigger. The bullet struck Dean in the chest, knocking him to the ground from the impact as blood came out of his mouth.

"Oh, God. Dean." You fell to your knees beside him, one hand covering your mouth as you let out a gasp. Sam soon came to your side, crouching down on the other side of his brother as Dean struggled to breathe. Holding tears in your eyes, you lifted your eyes up to the owner. Your gaze becoming much colder as you gripped the handle of the gun attached to your belt. "What the hell have you done?"

"I didn't mean-"

"Hey." Sam exclaimed. "Call 911!"

"I-I didn't mean to-"

"Now!"

Taking one last look at you, the owner nodded before leaving the room.

You returned to your knees next to Dean, tears beginning to slide down your cheeks at the state he was in. "Hey, Dean. Dean, stay with me, okay? Don't close your eyes. You have to-"

Suddenly Dean stopped breathing, his chest freezing from the lack of air in his lungs.

"No. It wasn't suppose to be like this." Sam whispered as he look at his brother.

"Dean." Your voice cracked.

─── ❖ ── ✦ ── ❖ ───

Heat of the moment

Yours and Sam's eyes snapped open by the sound of the radio. You shifted and grunted against the pillow, stretching your hand across the bed, reaching for Dean's body as you remembered what had happened the previous day. Dean was dead.

Telling me what your heart meant

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" The sound of his voice made you frown in confusion as you turned your body. "You too, sweetheart." Dean placed a hand on your bare leg, sending a shiver down your body.

Confused, you lifted your body up on your elbows to look to the bed where Sam lay. Seeming just as confused as you were, Sam shared a quick look with you before directing his eyes towards the clock radio.

The heat of the moment Showed in your eyes

"Dude. Asia." Dean smile, lacing up his boots.

"Dean..." Sam tried to speak.

"Oh, come on, you love this song and you know it." Dean said, turning up the volume and bopping his head to the beat of the song. It was exactly like the first time it happened.

As he began to sing, Dean walked to the bathroom, leaving Sam and you completely speechless.

"What...?" Unable to articulate the question that was on the tip of your tongue, you turned your stunned gaze to Sam. "He was dead."

"I know." He nodded.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Maybe it was a dream or..."

"Or?" You raised your eyebrows.

"I don't know. I know the same things you do." Sam assured you with frustration.

"We couldn't have had the same dream. Couldn't we?" You asked.

"Don't you have witch's blood?"

"But I destroyed the book, the powers are gone."

"Are they?" Sam got up from his bed, walking over to the one Dean and you had shared last night to sit next to you.

"Are you guys hungry?" Dean came out of the bathroom, looking at the scene before him with confusion. His eyes fixed especially on the anguished faces of both of you. "You two all right?"

"Yeah. Perfectly. Right, Sammy?" You tapped his shoulder lightly as you stood up. "Very hungry." You smiled at Dean as you walked past him into the bathroom.

Confusion grew in Sam and you as you watched things happen just as they had the day before. Not only Dean, but also the people in the diner.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett." The cashier said to a old man after handing him his change.

"Yeah, yeah." He grunted in response, walking pass you and out of the diner. After seeing him disappear behind the door, you turned to Sam not knowing what was happening.

Dean was completely oblivious as he walked past you and found a booth to sit in. The same booth as the day before. You sighed, sitting down next to him. Sam stared around, bewildered as he sat in front of you.

"Can't stay unless you order something, Cal. You know the rules." You looked at the bar watching how Cal passed some change at Doris.

"Coffee." Cal answered.

It couldn't have been a dream. It was all happening the same exact way. Maybe Sam was right to blame your family history and it had all been caused by powers you didn't know how to control.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke." Dean noticed a poster on the wall that displayed the specials for the day.

"It's Tuesday?" You asked with confusion before looking at Sam who seemed as shocked.

"Yeah." Dean nodded as Doris walked towards your table.

"You folks ready?" She asked, pulling a pad out of her apron.

"Yes. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean said with a smile.

"Uh, nothing for me, thanks." Sam said when he noticed Doris eyes on him.

You cleared your throat before speaking. "Just coffee."

"Ok." She nodded looking back at Sam. "Let me know if you change your mind."

"I'm telling you, Sam, this job is small fry. We should be spending our time hunting down Bela." Sam and you paid little attention to Dean's words as your eyes followed Doris in confusion. Yet again, that shiver of unease shot through your body, a silent warning that something was wrong. Its presence been too strong this time for you ignore. "Hey." Dean snapped his fingers in front of your faces. "You two with me?"

"What?" Sam and you asked at the same time.

"You sure you feel okay?"

"You don't-you don't remember? Any of this?" Sam asked with a sigh.

"Remember what?" Dean frowned.

"This, Dean." You stated. "Today. Like it's-like it's... happened before?"

"You mean like déjà vu?"

"No, we mean like, like it's really happened before." Sam said.

"Yeah. Like déjà vu." Dean nodded.

"No, Dean, forget about déjà vu." You spoke in frustration. "I'm asking you if it feels like, like we're living yesterday all over again."

"Okay, how is that not dé-"

"Don't, don't say it!" Sam cut him off angrily. "Just don't even..."

Doris arrived with a tray food, two coffees and hot sauce. She set the food and drinks down on the table before reaching for the bottle of hot sauce. "Two coffees, and some hot sauce for the-oops! Crap!" Noticing how the bottle of hot sauce was going to fall off the tray, Sam reached out to catch it before it hit the floor. Doris gasped as Sam looked at the bottle in his hand in confusion before handing it back to her. "Thanks." She said before walking off.

"Nice reflexes." Dean said.

Oh, Sam and you were definitely doing crazy.

Not only were all those things happening the same way as the day before too much of a coincidence, Dean didn't seem to remember anything either. And if that wasn't enough, you were still feeling that unease feeling in your body. Something had been warning your about that place.

The dog barked as you walked out of the diner and pass him. You ooked at him but this time you didn't petted his head, you kept walking besides Dean.

"Dean, I really need you to listen to us, okay?" You insisted. "This day has happened before. Sam and I-"

"Sweetheart, I'm sorry, but I don't know what the hell you're talking about."

"Okay, look." Sam sighed. "Yesterday was Tuesday, right? But today is Tuesday too."

You nodded.

"Yeah. No. Good. You're totally balanced." Dean said sarcastically.

"So you don't believe us?!" Sam asked with frustration as the blonde girl carrying a stack of paper bumped into your shoulder.

"Excuse me." She said, walking away.

"Look, I'm just saying that it's crazy, you know, I mean, even for us crazy." Dean said. "Dingo ate my baby crazy. Hey, maybe it was another of your psychic premonitions."

"I'm sorry, what now?" You stopped on your tracks.

"It's... It's a long story."

"Oh, believe me, I have all the time in the world. Because if we're not crazy like you say, Sam and I will relive this day all over again." You stated before looking at Sam. "You're a psychic?"

"No, I- We should focus on this. We'll explain it to you." He assured ñ.

"Why do I have the feeling that I will regret this?" You watched them closely. "Okay, look, we were at the Mystery Spot, and then-"

Seeing you stop talking, Dean looked at you with confusion.

"And then what?" He asked.

Taking a deep breath, you looked over to Sam. You didn't want to say it out loud.

"Then we woke up." Sam answered as you past the two movers.

"Told you it wouldn't fit." Said one of the movers.

"What do you want, a Pulitzer?" The other one asked with annoyance.

"Wait a minute! The Mystery Spot. You think maybe it-" Sam stopped, looking at his brother and you.

"Maybe what?" Dean frowned.

"We gotta check that place out. Look, just-go with us on this, okay?"

"All right, all right, we'll go tonight, after close, get ourselves a nice long look."

Shaking you head, you froze in place, placing a hand in front of Dean to stop him from walking any further.

"No. We are not going there."

"Why not?" Dean looked at you with confusion.

"Uhh... You know what? Let's just go now. Right now. Business hours, nice and crowded." You nervously suggested.

"My God, you're a freak." Dean muttered.

"Dean..."

"Okay! Whatever. We'll go now." He assured walking ahead of them and into the street.

Just like the shot the day before, the next thing that happened went by very quickly. A car appeared practically out of nowhere on Dean's left side, hitting him as he was crossing the street.

"Dean!" Sam and you rushed to him, kneeling by his side.

"Dean, no, no, no." Sam cried, his voice filled with anguish. "Come on! Dean."

"What the hell have you done?!" You rose back up, confronting the driver as Dean took his last breath.

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Heat of the moment Telling me what your heart meant

You were starting to get sick of that song. Even with the theory that you would relive that day once again, you didn't expect to see Dean die another time. Frustrated and exhausted, Sam and you grunted against their pillows.

"You guys sure are grumpy this morning." Dean commented, sitting down on the edge of the bed to lace up his boots. "Come on. Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Sitting up in his bed, Sam looked around the room.

"You too, sweetheart." Dean turned his gaze to you, placing a hand on your bare leg.

The heat of the moment Showed in your eyes

Turning over slowly, you shared a glance with Sam before rising to your feet and walking toward the bathroom. Your steps steady and full of frustration. Noticing that, Dean frowned, glancing over at his brother.

"What's wrong with her?" He asked. Sam shrugged, letting out a sigh.

The morning started the same way as the two previous days. You followed your same steps and met the same people until you reached the diner. Although, this time, Sam and you tried to be quicker in explaining to Dean what was going on.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke."

"Okay, would you listen to us, Dean?" You asked with exasperation. "'Cause we are flipping out."

"Are you folks ready?" Doris asked as she came to your booth.

"He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black. Nothing for me, thanks." Sam quickly replied without bothering to look at her.

Taken aback by his quick response, Doris wrote down the order in her pad before looking at you, once again seated next to Dean.

"Nothing." You answered.

"Okay. You got it." She nodded, leaving your side.

"Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that." Dean said with a teasing smile.

"Quit screwing around, Dean." Sam grunted, rolling his eyes.

"Okay. Okay. I'm listening." Dean sighed. "So, so–you think that you're in some kind of a what again?"

"Time loop." You answered.

"Like Groundhog Day."

"Yes, exactly. Like Groundhog Day." Sam exclaimed.

"Uh-huh." He nodded, even though it was clear for you that he didn't believe a single one of your words.

"You seriously don't believe us?" You looked at him in disbelief. "Demons are real, vampires, ghosts, werewolves and witches. Without going any further, I have witch blood and your brother is a psychic, but you still don't believe us."

"Wait. How do you know about Sammy?"

"Because you told me yesterday. Which was also Tuesday."

"Okay, I'm just saying that it's a little crazy, I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh..."

"Dingo ate my baby crazy?" Sam asked.

"How'd you know I was going to say that?" He frowned.

"Because you said it before, Dean, that's our whole point."

Letting out a sigh, you looked up, finding Doris approaching your table again with the tray full of food and a coffee.

"Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—whoops! Crap." Doris said as the bottles of hot sauce fall of the tray. Without even looking at it, Sam reached his hand and caught it before it hit the floor, handing it back to Doris. "Thanks." She looked at him impressed, leaving the bottle on the table before leaving.

"Nice reflexes." Dean said, just as impressed as Doris.

"No. I knew it was going to happen."

"Okay, look. I'm sure that there's some sort of an explanation..."

"You're just going to have to go with us on this, Dean, you just have to, you owe me that much!" You snapped.

"Wait, what-what are you talking about?" Dean turned, looking at you with a mixture of shock and complete confusion.

"You left me in a motel room, remember?"

"I thought we were past that."

"Yeah, but you still owe me this." You assured. Your voice firm and determined.

"Calm down..."

"Don't tell me to calm down! I can't calm down. I can't. Because—" You stopped talking, not being able to finish the phrase. Sam noticed that, feeling himself almost as unable as you were to put it into words.

"Because what?" Dean asked.

"Because you die, today, Dean." Sam and you answered at the same time.

Taken aback, Dean watched the two of you in silence for a couple of seconds. "I'm not gonna die. Not today."

"Dean, we've watched you die twice now." Sam said. "And I can't—I won't do it again, okay? You're just going to have to believe us. Please."

Seeing the overwhelmed look on his brother's face Dean nodded. "All right. I still think you're nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out."

As Dean returned his focus to his plate of food, you brought your hand to her necklace, clinging to it as if it could do something to help you. Unconsciously you hoped your mother would do so from the afterlife. Sam turned to you, looking at you with sympathy. Dean was his brother, it was obvious that seeing him die would affect him, but he could also see how it was affecting you. The sparkle in your eyes that had appeared after getting back on the road with them was now gone. And your gaze once again had that lifelessness and hopelessness look with which they had found you the night Ophelia had attacked your home.

The dog barked at you once again as you exited the diner, and the blonde girl carrying a stack of paper bumped into your shoulder.

"Excuse me." She said, walking away without even looking.

Seconds after, you passed the two movers.

"Told you it wouldn't fit." Said one of the movers.

"What do you want, a Pulitzer?" The other one asked with annoyance.

You looked back at them, fixing your gaze in the desk they were trying to fit in the door. Good luck, you thought, as it was clear to you that the desk wasn't going to get through that door.

"And you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it?" Dean's question brought you out of your thoughts.

"Maybe it's the real deal, you know?" Sam said. "The, the magnetic fields bending spacetime or whatever."

"I don't know, it all seems a little too 'X-Files' for me."

"Well, I don't know how else to explain it, Dean!"

"All right! All right. We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look."

"No, no, no, we can't." You were quick to answered.

"Why not?" Dean frowned as he looked back at you.

"Because you..."

"I what?" You stayed silence, which was enough answer to him. "I die there?"

"Blown away, actually." Sam explained.

"Huh. Okay, let's go now." Dean stated, walking ahead. You rushed after him, grabbing him before he ran into the street.

"Stay out of the way!" Mr. Pickett exclaimed, driving past them with his car.

Staring after the car, Dean started laughing until his eyes caught yours and Sam's faces.

"Wait, did he...?"

"Yesterday. Yeah." Sam nodded.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Did it look cool, like in the movies?" He asked, which made you roll your eyes.

"You peed yourself." Sam answered, irritated with him.

Dean shifted, uncomfortable and embarrassed. "Of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!" He exclaimed, carefully looking to both ways before crossing the street.

Sam and you couldn't help but share an exasperated look. Maybe if the one dying was one of your two the situation would be easier. But Dean was hard to handle and too stubborn to listen.

Although, maybe, you weren't ones to talk, as you also weren't approaching the situation in the most cold and analytical way possible. An example of that was how Sam had snapped at the owner of Mystery Spot by asking him a few questions about the place while posing as a journalist. The man had been the one who had killed Dean in the first place, which had triggered all the recent events. Not to mention that what had led you to that town was the place he owned, where a man had disappeared without explanation.

"Well, I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought—it's full of crap." Dean said, exiting the place.

"Then what is it, Dean, what the hell is happening to us?" Sam asked, desperate for an answer.

"I don't know. All right, let me just–So, every day I die?" Dean asked. Sam and you nodded. "And that's when you wake up again, right?"

"Yea, that's exactly what happens." You sighed.

"So let's just make sure I don't die. If I make it to tomorrow, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out."

"You think?" Sam looked at him with hope in his eyes.

"It's worth a shot." Dean shrugged. "I say we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight."

Sam and you nodded, both anxious, shaky, but mostly hopeful. Hopeful that maybe all of this madness will come to an end.

"All right, good. Who wants Chinese?" Dean smiled at you before he started walking again.

Just two steps. Two steps was what he had walked before a desk fell over him, smashing him to yet another death. A gasp escaped your mouth as you looked up the building. The two movers you had passed by that morning after breakfast stared at the scene form the window as they held the other end of the snapped rope.

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Heat of the moment Telling me what your heart meant

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean exclaimed as he sat on his bed, tying his shoes. "You too, sweetheart." He added, placing a hand on your bare leg.

The heat of the moment Shown in your eyes It was the heat of the moment

This time Sam and you had decided to explain everything to Dean on the way to the diner, with the hopes that maybe you'll win some time to finally fix whatever was happening.

"I still think you're nuts, but... whatever this is, we'll figure it out." Dean said as you sat in the diner.

"Thanks." Sam sighed.

"So, uh... If you two are stuck in 'Groundhog Day', why? What's behind it?" He asked.

"Well, first we thought it was the Mystery Spot. Now we're not so sure." You explained.

"What do we do?"

"Well, we keep you breathing. Try to make it to tomorrow. I mean, that's the only thing we can think of."

"Shouldn't be too hard." Dean shrugged.

"Yeah, right." Sam scoffed. "Dean, we've watched you die a few times now and we can't ever seem to stop it."

"Well, nothing's set in stone. You say I order the same thing every day, right?" He asked, looking back at you, as you were once again sitting by his side.

"Yeah. Pig in a poke, side of bacon." You answered.

With a small nod, Dean turned to Doris, who was standing by the window to the kitchen, talking with the cook.

"'Scuse me, sweetheart?" He asked and she turned around to look at Dean. "Can I get sausage instead of bacon?"

"Sure thing, hon." She said before turning back around to tell the cook.

Dean smiled, looking back at his brother. "See? Different day already. You see, if you and I decide that I am not gonna die – I'm not gonna die."

"Really hope you're right." You whispered, but he seem to hear you as his gaze traveled back to you with a confused look in his eyes. The look of distress on your face was breaking his heart a little. If he had to watch you die day after day he would go completely insane.

Doris walked over to their table and set down Dean's food before walking away.

"Thank you." Dean said to her and stabbed a sausage link with his fork. He bit into it and smile as he chewed. Sam smiled at that, and you were about to do the same, but as soon as you started to hear Dean fighting for air, that smile faded. You turned to him as he started to choke and hit his back but that didn't seem to work.

"Dean!" You exclaimed desperately, while still trying to help him breathe by hitting his back.

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Heat of the moment Telling me what your heart meant

You opened your eyes once again, groaning against your pillow. "Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean exclaimed as he sat on his bed, tying his shoes. "You too, sweetheart." He added, placing a hand on your bare leg.

The heat of the moment Shown in your eyes It was the heat of the moment

You had lost count of how many times you had heard that song when you woke up. Every day was exactly the same, with little changes caused by Sam and your desperation to end the loop. Each day ended the same way too, with Dean dead. Slipping in the shower, eating a bad taco, the deaths were getting more and more absurd, but he always came back the next morning, breaking your heart even more.

"Drive safely now, Mr. Pickett." The cashier at the diner said to the man as he gave him some change.

You ignored him as he passed by, but Sam bumped into him deliberately so he could take his car keys before the man could get into his vehicle and run over Dean once again when the three of you left the diner.

Sitting back down in the same booth, you sighed, looking at the man sitting at the counter with a pancakes plate and maple syrup. You had noticed him before, but with each passing day you felt a little more drawn to him. There was something off about him, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it yet.

"Hey. Tuesday. Pig in a poke."

Sam sighed, laying a set of keys on the table. Dean frowned, looking at the them and then at him.

"What are those?" Dean asked.

"The old man's. Trust me, you don't want him behind the wheel." Sam answered without any more explanations.

"You folks ready?" Doris asked as she approached your table.

"Uh, yes, we are. I'll have the special, side of bacon and a coffee." Dean answered her as he gave her a smile.

"Hey, Doris?" You asked, making her look at you. "What I'd like is for you to log in some more hours at the archery range. You're a terrible shot."

"How'd you know that?" She asked in surprise. You shrugged.

"Lucky guess."

The woman didn't quite know how to respond to that, and the small, emotionless smile on your lips sent a shiver down her spine.

"I think you scared her off." Dean commented as he watched the waitress walk away from the table. "Okay, so you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?"

"Time loop." Sam answered.

"Like Groundhog Day."

"Doesn't matter. There's no way to stop it." You replied.

"Jeez, aren't you two grumpy."

"Yeah, we are. You wanna know why? Because this is the hundredth Tuesday in a row we've been through, and it never stops. Ever. So yeah, we're a little grumpy." Sam said rather quickly.

"Hot sauce." You murmured then, you gaze completely blank and emotionless. Dean turned back to you confused.

"What?"

Doris arrived with the food and coffee, setting everything on the table before reaching for the bottle of hot sauce. "Coffee, black, and some hot sauce for the—whoops! Crap!" She gasped as the bottle slipped through her fingers, but Sam quickly grabbed, setting it down on the table without even looking at it. "Thanks." Doris said before leaving.

"Nice reflexes."

"I knew it was going to happen, Dean. I know everything that's gonna happen."

"You don't know everything." Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, he does. We both do." You said,

"Yeah, right." Dean and Sam said in unison. "Nice guess."

"It wasn't a guess."

"Right, you're a mind reader." They both said simultaneously, making you roll your eyes. "Cut it out, Sam. Sam." They lean towards each other as they continued. "You think you're being funny but you're being really, really childish! Sam Winchester wears makeup. Sam Winchester cries his way through sex. Sam Winchester keeps a ruler by the bed and every morning when he wakes up he—". Dean got tired and threw up his hands in defeat.

"Okay, enough!"

"That's not all. Randy, the cashier? He's skimming from the register. Judge Myers? At night he puts on a furry bunny outfit." You explained. And as he overheard her words, Judge Myers, knocked over his glass. "Over there, that's Cal. He's gonna rob Tony the mechanic on the way home."

"What's your point?"

"My point is we've lived through every possible Tuesday. We"ve watched you die every possible way. We have ripped apart the Mystery Spot, burnt it down, tried everything we know to save your life, and we can't. No matter what we do, you die. And then we wake up. And then it's Tuesday again." You blurted out quickly in frustration. Dean watched you closely, noting the shaking in your voice and hands.

"Wow, wow. Okay." He took one of your hands. "We'll figure this out."

"Yeah, you say that every time. Well, guess what, Dean, we haven't figured it out."

You pulled your hand from his grip with uneasiness. Not from the touch of his skin, but from the aching pain in your chest. You were letting your feelings for him get out of control and if you weren't careful, when his real death would come. A permanent one in which he would not return the next day. You knew you weren't going to be able to take it and move on.

"Dog." Sam mumbled as you exited the diner.

Dean frowned, looking down once a dog started barking as you passed him.

"There's gotta be some way out of this." He said.

"'Where's my dang keys?'" Sam ignored him completely as he continued to predict everything happening around him.

"Where's my dang keys?" Mr. Pickett asked, searching his pockets for his car keys that Sam had stole from him minutes before.

"'Excuse me.'"

You collided once again with the blonde girl carrying a stack of paper.

"Excuse me."

Seeing how he was predicting each thing, Dean stopped in his tracks, putting his arms in front of Sam and you.

"What?" You looked at him in confusion.

"Hey. All the times we've walked down this street, I ever do this?" Dean asked walking after the blonde girl.

Sam and you shared a quick glance.

"No." You mumbled before going after him.

"A hundred Tuesdays and you never bothered to check what she was holding in her hands?" Dean looked up at you in disbelief. Sam and you shrugged. "That's the guy who went missing?" Dean pointed out as he held up the flyer.

"Yeah?"

"That's his daughter back there." Dean pointed to blonde girl. Sam grabbed the flyer and ran after the girl, leaving Dean and you alone.

Silence settled between you as you watched your surroundings looking for any threat to Dean's life. A part of you knew that his death would come sooner or later like the hundreds of Tuesdays before, but what little hope you still had left assured you that if you were able to save him just once you'd finally end the loop.

Dean's thoughts were somewhere else. To him it had only been a few days since you had rejoined him and Sam on the ride. Which also meant that it had only been a few days since what had happened between the two of you. Now, feelings weren't his forte, much less talking about them. But that didn't stop him from thinking about kissing you every time you were next to him.

The dog next to him growled and barked. You didn't seem to hear him, but Dean walked over to him.

"Hey buddy!" He leaned over to pet it. "Somebody need a friend? Good boy—aaah!"

Sam and you didn't know what had happened. Just that in that moment everything went black and soon you started hearing that song once again as you woke up in the motel room on a new Tuesday.

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The next day something strange happened, something changed. In all the Tuesdays that Sam and you had experienced nothing but you changed, but that morning you couldn't help but notice how the man eating pancakes with maple syrup for breakfast had changed his syrup to strawberry one. And even weirder than all that, after discovering this, Sam and you woke up once again, this time without Dean having died.

"So you think you're caught in some kind of what, again?" Dean asked as you sat in the diner booth.

Sam and you ignored him as you watched the pancakes man closely.

"Eat your breakfast." You aswered him without even looking. Dean frowned at that, but he still didn't had the opportunity to ask you what was happening, 'cause the moment the man left the diner, Sam and you both went after him.

The mysterious man walked down the street. Sam followed him close behind until he reached him. Then he grabbed and slammed him into the fence, putting the tip of a wooden stake at his throat.

"Hey!" The man exclaimed.

"I know who you are. Or should I say, what."

"Oh my god, please don't kill me." He begged.

"Uh, Sam?" Dean walked after the two of you, trying to get your attention.

"It took me a hell of a long time but I got it."

You frowned at Sam's words. It was as if he knew the man, even seemed to know how to kill him, yet he hadn't mentioned anything to you.

"What?" The man looked at Sam with confusion.

"It's your MO that gave you away. Going after pompous jerks, giving them their just desserts—your kind loves that, don't they?" Sam continued.

"Yeah, sure, okay." The man nodded, looking down nervously at the stake. "Just put the stake down!"

"Sam, maybe you should—" You tried to get closer to him.

"No! There's only one creature powerful enough to do what you're doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops—in fact you'd pretty much have to be a god. You'd have to be a Trickster."

"Mister, my name is Ed Coleman, my wife's name is Amelia, I got two kids, for crying out loud I sell ad space—"

"Don't lie to me! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!"

Suddenly the man started to transform into what Sam and Dean recognized as the real Trickster.

"Actually, bucko, you didn't." He said with a grin.

"I'm sorry, could someone explain to me what is going on?" You asked, gaining his attention. "Who are you? And why are you doing this to us?"

"He's a Trickster." Dean answered next to you.

"I'm doing it to him, sweetheart, not you." The Trickster explained, pointing to Sam. "You're just collateral damage." You looked at him with disbelief as he turned his gaze back to the young Winchester. "You chuckleheads tried to kill me last time."

"And Hasselback, what about him?" Dean asked about the missing guy.

"That putz? He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one." He laughed. "Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town."

"So this is fun for you? Killing Dean over and over again?" You took a step toward him.

"One, yes. It is fun. And two? This is so not about killing Dean. This joke is on Sam." He answered. "Watching your brother die, every day? Forever?"

"You son of a bitch." Sam growled.

"How long will it take you to realize? You can't save your brother. No matter what. You too, sweetheart." The Trickster looked back at you. "Sam is stubborn, but you... You actually believe you can save him. You'd even give your soul for him, wouldn't you? And the wheel would keep on turning. Deal after deal."

"She won't make any deals." Dean said.

"But not because she hadn't thought of it." The Trickster assured him. His glare fixed on you made you shudder. It was as if he could read all your thoughts, even the darkest ones. "We may not have met before, sweetheart, but I know you."

"Oh yeah?" You raised your eyebrows, grabbing the stake in Sam's hand and pushing him aside. Standing in front of the Trickster, you pulled the stake closer to his neck. "How about I kill you and this all ends now?"

"Oh-oh, hey, whoa! Okay. Look. I was just playing around. You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, you'll wake up and it'll be Wednesday. I swear."

"You're lying." Sam said.

"If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner." He looked back at him.

"Nah, I think I'd rather kill you." You declared.

"Sorry, kiddo. Can't have that." He smiled before snapping his fingers.

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Promise me I'll be back in time Gotta get back in time

God, you loved that song. Back to the Future was one of your favorite movies. In a way you also hated it because it was Carter's favorite movie and that brought back painful memories, but that morning it became your favorite song. That Asia wasn't playing on the radio meant that something had changed and maybe the Trickster hadn't lied to you when he said he would get you out of the loop.

"What, you gonna sleep all day?" Dean asked as he stood by the bathroom sink brushing his teeth.

Sam sat on his bed, his eyes wide open as he watched his brother. He had lived six months without Dean and you. You had both died in front of his eyes and the day hadn't restarted like the others. He had spent six months looking for the Trickster so he could bring him back to this very moment.

"I know, no Asia. This station sucks."

Sam shook his head and looked at the clock radio on the bedside table.

"It's Wednesday."

"Yeah, usually comes after Tuesday." You smiled emerging from the bathroom and standing next to Dean.

Without wasting a second, Sam threw off the covers and walked towards you. Dean and you shared a confused look when Sam pulled you two into a hug.

"Dude, how many Tuesdays did you have?" Dean smiled.

"Enough." He admitted, pulling back to look at you.

"She had the same reaction as you." Dean admitted, pointing to you. "She threw herself at me like..."

"I don't think he needs to know that." You cut him off.

"I don't need to know that." Sam confirmed with a nervous smile. "What, uh, what do you remember?"

"I remember you two were pretty whacked out of it yesterday. I remember getting up with the Trickster. That's about it." He shrugged.

"Great. Okay. Let's go." Dean frowned as he watched Sam gather up his things.

"No breakfast?"

"No breakfast." Sam confirmed.

"All right, I'll pack the car."

"I'll go with you." You smiled at Dean, ready to follow him.

"Wait!" Sam exclaimed. "You're two not going anywhere alone."

"It's the parking lot, Sam." You looked at him with confusion.

"Just—just trust me."

Seeing the desperate look in his eyes, you nodded. Surely you hadn't had the same experiences. For one you didn't remember Dean dying in the motel parking lot but Sam's reaction was that he had.

"Okay, but you have to get dressed."

"Yeah. Wait here." He asked them, walking into the bathroom with his clothes.

"He really is a lot weirder than you." Dean commented once the door closed behind his brother.

You murmured in agreement as you looked up at him. You still hadn't taken the time to take in that finally that nightmare was over and that Dean was no longer going to die today. You heart and body still ached from losing him so many times.

Now you felt the urge to touch him and never be separated from him again. Maybe the Trickster was right to think you would do anything to save him, even a deal.

"Hey, you don't look so good." Dean said as Sam left the bathroom. "Something else happen?"

"I just had a really weird dream." Sam answered without giving more explanations.

"Clowns or midgets?" Dean asked with a grin.

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MATT IMAGINES *~

NOTE: this is matt ENEMIES TO LOVERS lmk if you want anything else ❤️‍🩹

1. matt picking you up from a night out with your best friends and blasting embarrassing music in the mini van with the windows down to embarrass you. "get in princess your favorite song is on"

2. you and matt arguing with each other and when you try to walk away from him, he sneaks up from behind you to pick you up over his shoulder until you tell him he's not in the wrong. “matthew bernard let me down RIGHT NOW” “cmon y/n just admit you're wrong and the floor is all yours"

3. y/n and chris having a movie night on the couch huddled up. chris had his arm around you and your head rested on his chest while your right leg was laying on top of his. you felt a cold stare on you only to find matt. he was looking at you dead in the eyes with his jaw clenched and his big hands making a fist, causing his veins to pop out over his tatted arm. "you okay ma? the movies straight ahead not towards matt"

4. y/n comes home with nick drunk asff. feeling nauseous, she immediately rushes to the first bathroom she comes in contact with (matt's ofc since it's on the main floor) and throws up in the toilet repeatedly. matt rushes in to see what the commotion is only to find you crying above the toilet with your back against the wall in pain. he quickly rushes to hold y/n's hair and soothe your back while you cry of regret. "matt i really fucked this time" "no don't blame yourself princess everything will be okay"

5. y/n and nick decide to rearrange his bedroom with the help of his two brothers. since you're painting walls and moving around, you decide to wear brandy shorts and a black tank top that ended right under your tits. "nick i can't reach this spot can you pick me up so i can hang up the poster?" "yea y/n i'll be there in a second" once nick comes over to pick you up, he holds you right under your boobs, giving them the extra push up. as you put up the poster, nick lets you go, giving you a little bounce to where you lock eyes with matt, except his eyes were looking lower than yours...

THATS ALL I GOT THIS WAS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SOMETHING LIKE THIS SO LMK YOUR THOUGHTS PLS 🎀❤️‍🩹

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Fast Times

Jason Todd x Male Reader

Content: Y2k teen movie-ish AU

Part 1: ”Nice Cap”

Warnings: Smut, Bottom!Reader, Big dick Jason, Reader is 18 and Jason is 20, rough sex, unprotected sex, missionary position, window sex, innocence kink, friends with benefits…

N/n = Nickname

Summary: Jason and Y/n were hanging out and go back to Jason’s place and the rest of his family is out of town…

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Jason had invited you to hang out in town with him and his friends late in the evening. Your parents hadn’t been completely on with the idea of you going out in so late, but when you told them Jason would be with you they said it was okay. They knew Jason would keep you safe.

It was now 2 in the morning and you and Jason were strolling through the suburbs to his place, he invited you to stay over at his house (even though you were quite literally neighbours) because the rest of his family is out of town. You agreed and the two of you entered his family’s home.

The two of you decided to watch something on the tv and went in to the kitchen to make some popcorn. Jason put a bag of popcorn in the microwave while you got some soda and glasses, which you then brought in to the living room.

The two of you sat down on the couch and you started looking through different movies and shows, eventually deciding to watch a couple of Simpsons episodes before going to bed.

Jason took of his hoodie leaving him in a tight fitting black tank-top showing off his muscles, you gave him a short glance and you made eye contact and he smirked. You snuggled in to a blanket and the two of you watched the whacky adventures of the Simpson family.

While watching Jason put his arm around you and you leaned your head in, resting it on his shoulder.

After watching a couple of episodes you two decided it was time for bed and you went upstairs and into Jasons room which was decorated with posters of his favorite artists and movies.

Jason started stripping out of his clothes, leaving him in his tight underwear showing his huge bulge. Meanwhile you were sitting crosslegged on his bed looking at your phone, texting your parents that you were staying over at Jason’s house, so they wouldn’t be worried when they woke up and you weren’t home.

Jason sat down beside you and put a hand on your thigh rubbing it slowly, he then said ”It’s been a minute since that time at your place”. He gave you a suggestive look. ”No ones home, which means we can do whatever we want” He said, starting to slowly lift your sweater.

You put your phone aside, smiled at him and helped him take it off of you. Jason then pushes you slowly onto your back on his bed and his half naked form climbs on top of you and you start to make out. You then pull off your t-shirt as Jason is unbuttoning your baggy jeans and pulling them slowly down your legs leaving you in your boxers.

You continued making out as your hard legths and bodies rubbed together creating heat between you. Jason reached down to your crotch and started palming your dick. Jason then traced kisses down your body, over your nipples and then down to your clothed cock.

He then pulled your boxers down leaving you naked in front of him. ”I’ve been thinking about this all day” Jason said and the two of started making out again. Meanwhile Jason reached down to your ass and traced his finger over your tight hole.

He then pushed a finger in to you, making you moan, he continued to finger you open until you were ready to take all off him. Jason pulled off his tight briefs revealing his hung hard cock. Jason brought out a bottle of lube and applied some to your hole and drenched his cock in it.

He lined himself up with your hole and slowly pushed in to you, making you wince from the size. ”Take all of it” Jason said as he continued sliding in to you while you moaned. Once he was all the way in he let you adjust to his size.

Then he started moving slowly in and out of you and you wrapped your legs around him. ”You look so fucking hot taking my cock” Jason groaned in you ear. As he pushed his big length in and out of your hole.

”Jay, faster” you said through your panting, his cock filling your ass so good. ”What would your parents say if they saw you like this?” Jason said cockily as he started going faster. ”They didn’t want their little N/n, going out late” he continued.

”They only allowed you to go out cause you’d be with me and now their innocent little boy is taking my cock in his ass” Jason said starting to fuck you rougher. Jason gave you to much pleasure to be able to speak.

”Do you think they’d be happy seeing me fuck their son and filling him with my cum?” Jason said a hint of pride in his voice as he thrusted powerfully in to you.

”I wish they could see you like this taking my cock so good” Jason said and got an idea, he pulled out of you and said ”Wrap your arms around my neck”. You did as told and Jason put one hand under you thigh and one on your back he then lifted you up holding your bodies close together.

He lifted you across the room to the window, you then felt your back hit the cold glass making you shiver. Jason the said ”You live right across the street, now your parents can see you taking my dick”.

He pressed you against the window and once again lined himself up with you and pushed in to your warm tight hole. He bounced you up and down on his monster cock as you whimpered and whined.

The window started to get a little foggy from your sweaty warm body being pressed against it. Meanwhile Jason groaned saying ”Yeah take it” as he brutally pounded in to you.

”Jay, you fuck me so good!” you said loudly. ”Louder, remember there is no one home” Jason commanded. ”Jason! Fuck me harder!” you yelled out. Jason then carried you back to his bed and threw you on to it.

He climbed on to the bed and grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders. ”I’m gonna ruin you and fill you with my cum” he said cockily and started fucking in to you harshly and rapidly.

You threw your head back and groaned as loudly as Jason plowed you in to the matress. You felt yourself starting to get close as Jason’s hung cock made you see stars. ”Jay, i’m gonna cum” you said and Jason pounded roughly in to you making you squirt cum all over yourself.

The sight made Jason hungry for his own release and he thrusted deeply in to you feeling himself getting close. He said shakily ”I’m gonna fill you up” and Jason rocked his cock deeply in to you as he spilled his seed and flooded your insides.

He the slowly pulled out his cock, it felt raw from how rough he had fucked you. Both of you panted heavily and were drenched in sweat. Jason layed down next to you and said ”My family will be gone the whole weekend, why don’t you stay over and we’ll have a movie marathon or something, i get to watch PG-13 movies now that Damian isn’t home”.

”Sure” you said tired out and Jason covered you in a soft blanket while he went pulled on some new underwear. He then went to the bathroom and got a towel and came back and cleaned you up. Then he helped you put on a pair of his underwear and then he pulled your sweaty body close and the two of you fell asleep.

[haddonfieldwhore]

can you keep a secret? - nick jones

nick jones (house of wax) x reader

warnings : small age gap (3 years), sneaking around, language, slight nsfw, secret relationship

@visceravalentines

a knock on the door caught your attention just as you were finishing up the dishes, and you walked over, throwing the towel you were holding onto the counter. reaching the door, you opened it to see a familiar face.

“hey nick,” you smiled. “what are you doing here?” his hands were in the pockets of his baggy jeans, a black hoodie over his head.

“hey, kid.” he replied. even though there was only a few years between you, and besides the fact that you had turned 18 last year, nick had always called you kid. “have you seen carly? i need to talk to her and she’s not picking up her cell.”

“she’s at the mall with paige,” you explained, paige being your older sister, who was best friends with nicks twin carly. you weren’t super close with any of paige’s friends, but you knew them and had hung out with them a few times when she would throw parties at the house, and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you had developed a small crush on nick.

“shit, ok,” he sighed. “do you know when they’ll be back?”

“no- with paige at the mall it could be hours,” you laughed. “you can hang out and wait for them here if you want though,” you offered, stepping aside to invite him in. he seemed to think about it for a moment before finally coming inside the house.

“sure, why not.”

•

deciding on watching a movie to pass the time, you found yourself curled under a blanket next to nick on the couch, while some horror movie played on the tv. you kept hoping the movie would end, not because you weren’t enjoying it, but so you could have an excuse to stop sitting so damn close to him. your crush on him was not letting you focus on anything other than how close your legs were to touching, or how good his cologne smelled.

“have you seen this one before?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“no, somehow i think i’ve seen the sequel though.”

“it sucks right?”

“yes,” you laughed, and he smiled, chuckling lightly as he leaned his head against the back of the couch, and you had to try not to notice how his adams apple moved in his throat. he looked back towards you, and you looked away, your face feeling warm from almost getting caught staring.

“you wanna do something else?”

“like what?” you asked, suddenly extremely nervous at what he could be thinking about.

“you got any new music lately?” he asked, and you internally breathed a sigh of relief.

“yeah- my cds are all up in my room,” you explained, standing up and switching off the movie with the remote.

“lead the way,” he smiled. you offered a hand to pull nick up off the couch, and he took it, not letting go as he let you lead him upstairs. once you reached your bedroom, after passing by paige’s pink and blue monstrosity of a room, he looked around at the posters on the dark grey walls.

“you redecorated,” he commented, and you raised an eyebrow.

“not recently- why? what did you think my room looked like?” you asked.

“i think last time i saw it was a few years ago- one of paige’s party’s- but everything was all bright and the walls were purple.” he replied, sitting down at your desk and flipping through a stack of cds next to your laptop.

“oh. yeah, i got bored of the purple so i painted the walls. and i don’t know, i guess i just grew out of all that stuff.”

“i like it. it suits you better now.”

“thanks,” you smiled, even though he wasn’t looking at you. he handed you a cd that he had picked from the selection on your desk, and you put it into the player. the music blasted from the speakers and he picked up a music magazine from your dresser and sat down on tour bed. you sat next to him, reading over his shoulder as he flipped through it. he looked up at you, and you hadn’t realized that you were so close to him, his face inches from yours.

“you should know i don’t really read much,” he admitted, and you smiled.

“good, this issue sucks anyways,” you said, taking the magazine from his hand and tossing it onto the floor.

“really?” he mumbled, his eyes looking at your lips.

“mhm.”

“good. because i know of something else we could do instead.” he closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours, surprisingly gently. he pushed you gently so you fell onto your back against the bed, and slid his black hoodie off, leaving him in a white tank top. he leaned over top of you to connect your lips again, and your hands went to either side of his neck, cradling his jaw and feeling the soft stubble brush against your finger tips. his large hands wandered down your body to rest on your hips, as he nibbled at your bottom lip.

“are your parents gonne be home soon?” he asked, and you thanked god that they weren’t, because you didn’t want this to stop. however, another thought crossed your mind.

“no, but paige will kill you if she finds out.”

“hmmm, i guess she doesn’t need to find out then.” he kissed you again, before trailing kisses down your jaw to suck a dark hickey into the soft skin of your neck. “besides, blondie doesn’t scare me that much.” you laughed, pulling his face back up to kiss him as his fingers started on the button of your pants.

“still- i don’t want her walking in on us if her and your sister get home.”

“i’ll lock the door,” he smirked. “we don’t have to do this though; only if you want to.” he said, getting off you briefly to wait for your response.

“i want to.”

“good,” he smiled, locking your bedroom door before crawling back over you.

•

you laid with your head on nicks bare chest, your legs a tangled mess under the blankets as he fingers see patterns on your thigh. you were almost asleep when you heard paige’s car pull up outside, and suddenly you were wide awake.

“relax, doors locked.” nick mumbled, kissing the top of your head. you snuggled closer into him, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“who do you think will be more pissed if they find out- paige or carly?” you asked playfully.

“hard to say. either way i think it was worth the risk, don’t you?” he smiled, and you leaned up to kiss his lips softly.

“definitely.”

[nelbrokeloose]

I'm finally done with this fic, yay! I hope y'all enjoy it, I've had these characters for a while now and I absolutely love them. I'll probably write more stories with them in the future.

Ángel spent the whole day riding his faithful black mare Medianoche and when night came he was eager to rest on the next town.

His dark hair and skin were drenched in sweat. His hat protected him from the sun, but also kept him uncomfortably hot.

He finally arrived to Copperbanks, a small town but with enough to spend the night he figured.

Ángel noticed the streets of the town were empty, not even the ladies of the night could be seen. A ghostly chill raised the hairs on the back of his hair.

Medianoche was a little anxious and stressed as she neighed, probably exhausted of walking so much.

"Tranquila, tranquila..." he said gently patting her neck.

They stopped in front of the saloon, he dismounted Medianoche and tied her out next to a brown horse so she could drink some water.

He entered the saloon hoping to get a room to spend the night and some booze to help him sleep.

The place was as empty as the town, or he thought. Sitting on a dark corner there was a small framed man wearing a hat, a red handkerchief on his face and with a brown poncho covering his body.

"What the hell are you doing here?" the man said pulling his Colt and pointing at Ángel. "Do you have a death wish, boy?"

Looking better at the man, Ángel recognized him from wanted posters. That man was Pretty Boy Gene.

Like the posters, Gene only had his piercing green eyes exposed and framed by his long golden hair.

Gene was vicious, he would rob banks, steal cattle and he was known to have a short temper.

"I thought I was very serious when I advised that everyone in Copperbanks should get out of town for a five days. I didn't think there would be anyone stupid enough to stick around."

Ángel held his hands up.

"I don't want any trouble Mr. Gene... I'm just an outsider. I'm very tired and I just want to sleep and keep moving by dawn."

Gene grunted and screamed in pain, instinctively he took his handkerchief off and grabbed his stomach.

Looking at his uncovered face Ángel realized Gene was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Confusing feelings flushed Ángel's mind as he feared for his life but also admired Gene's beauty.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" Gene said shooting with his eyes at Ángel.

"Sorry, sorry!" Ángel stopped looking at him for a second and then asked "Is everything fine?"

"None of your fucking business!" another sharp pain took over Gene making him put his gun on the table to hold his stomach with both hands. "Son of a bitch!"

"Have you been shot?" Ángel slowly walked closer to Gene and then sliding the gun further from them both. He then looked deep inside Gene's eyes and said "Let me help you."

Gene took a deep breath and sighed. He felt honesty on Ángel's voice and he was desperate for help.

"Fine." Gene pulled up his poncho and unbuttoned his shirt revealing a huge tight belly.

"¡Mierda!" Ángel exclaimed realizing the mess he got into.

Gene took off his poncho and ripped off the remaining buttons of his shirt making his breasts visible. Ángel blushed and looked away.

"Please help me!"

Genes whimper was enough to get Ángel to control his embarrassment and be useful.

Ángel grabbed a bottle of whiskey and helped Gene get up.

"Let's get you to somewhere more comfortable, come on." Gene put his arm around Ángel's neck and shoulders and the slowly walked to the stairs. "There's probably a bed upstairs, we can use it."

"Ugh! Thank you... What's your name?"

"Ángel."

"Thank you, Ángel."

They slowly went upstairs making a few stops so Gene could catch his breath.

When they finally reached the bedroom, Ángel opened the door and helped Gene get on the bed.

Gene unbuttoned his pants and got himself out of them so he could open his legs.

"Oh, God!" Gene said spreading up his legs and holding his belly.

"So..." Ángel said placing the bottle of whiskey on the nightstand. "What was your plan? Evacuate a whole town, have this baby and then take it to rob banks with you?"

"What? No, of course not!" Gene took a deep breath finally feeling relaxed after opening his legs. "My plan was to give birth and leave the kid on the convent up Coyote Hill."

Ángel felt bad but he knew they would be better off with que nuns.

Gene felt another contraction and screamed in pain.

"SON OF A BITCH!" he grabbed his belly and continued. "Fuck this, I'm pushing this thing out right now!"

"Wait!" said Ángel. "Don't push yet, you might get hurt, let me check your dilation first."

Gene was skeptical.

"Do you know how to do it?"

"Of course!" Ángel said while opening the bottle of whiskey he got downstairs. "I used to work on a ranch and I delivered dozens of calves." Ángel said with pride.

Gene was furious.

"I'm not a fucking cow!"

Ángel felt Gene's sharp cold eyes.

"Of course not! That was stupid, sorry." Ángel looked down to avoid making eye contact with Gene.

Gene sighed.

"That's fine, you were just trying to reassure me. I appreciate that."

Ángel smiled.

"I should probably have mentioned that my mother was a midwife and I attended several deliveries with her." Ángel paused. "Human babies deliveries."

Gene laughed.

"Yeah, that would have probably be better haha!"

Ángel realized that was the first time he saw Gene smile. He almost mentioned that Gene had a great laugh but he was afraid to be awkward and ruin the moment again.

"All right, can I check your dilation now?" Ángel said pouring some whiskey on his hands to sterilize them.

Gene took a deep breath and grabbed the sheets bracing himself for what was to come.

"Let's do this!"

Ángel inserted his fingers into Gene's swollen pussy. Gene squirmed and Ángel caressed Gene's knee with his other hand.

"Tranquilo, tranquilo..." Ángel feeling more comfortable in his native language. "I'm almost done, papá..."

Ángel then slowly spread his fingers to check the dilation.

"Ugh! Please tell me it's almost over!"

Ángel took his fingers out of Gene and answered:

"Sorry... You still have a couple of centimeters to go. But you're doing great progress."

"Goddammit!"

"Do you want to change your position maybe?" Gene nodded. "All right, let me help you get up."

Once they were up, Gene instinctively squatted and Ángel gave him some support holding Gene from behind.

"Hmmm... Thank you, that feels good." Gene relaxed for the first time since he felt the first contraction.

"Let me know if you need anything else."

"I'm just glad you're here with me." Gene turned his head and looked into Ángel's eyes. "I don't think I would be able to do this alone like I planned."

"You probably would." Ángel caressed Gene's golden hair. "You're stronger than you think, this baby would come one way or another. You would figure it out. If you were alone your body would tell you what to do."

"I'm not so sure." Gene said bouncing on air a little. "I was going to push before I was supposed to."

"You were just frustrated and probably would give up pushing anyway. You will know when it's time to push."

Gene sighed loudly as another contraction took over him. Ángel held him tight and whispered in his ear.

"Muy bien, papá... Respira..."

Gene felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. Gene felt safe in Ángel's embrace. His heart raced and he turned his head to Ángel.

Ángel was smiling tenderly, Gene couldn't imagine a life where he wasn't in Ángel's arms anymore. Gene got closer and kissed Ángel.

Ángel was surprised but it felt so right to kiss this man. He felt so close to Gene and squeezed him tighter. Gene moaned quietly.

"It's just the two of us here, you don't have to contain yourself." Ángel said rubbing Gene's lower belly. "Is this fine?"

Gene nodded. He felt shivers when Ángel touched him.

Ángel went lower and lower reaching Gene's swollen pussy and gently slid his fingers into it. Gene was so relaxed he didn't felt any discomfort, he moaned loudly as Ángel explored his opening once more.

"That feels so good..." said Gene throwing his head back.

Ángel laughed awkwardly.

"What?" said Gene a little insecure by Ángel's laugh.

"Perdón..." he laughed once more. "I wasn't trying to seduce you, I'm just checking your dilation again."

Gene blushed and laughed.

"How dilated am I then?"

"Fully." said Ángel pulling his fingers out helping Gene to get on bed again. "You will probably feel the urge to push soon."

Gene's eyes grew big.

"I don't think I'm ready for this." Gene whimpered.

Ángel grabbed his face with both hands and looked deep into his eyes.

"Yes you are, you've been ready since you came inside this saloon willing to do this alone. You're doing great, trust me."

Gene's eyes began to tear up, he was exhausted and soaked in sweat. He was ready for this whole thing to be over but he wasn't excited to make it be over anytime soon.

Ángel took Gene's hand. Gene trusted this man with his life and fantasized about how he would make a great partner in crime.

Gene felt a contraction and a pressure building up. He squeezed Ángel's hand as hard as he could.

"Ugh! I think I have to push. Now!"

Ángel opened Gene's legs and rubbed his inner thighs.

"Whenever you want, Gene."

The pressure was overwhelming and Gene grunted and gathered all his strength to give his first push.

"Hmph... AAAAAAAARGH!"

Ángel watched as Gene's lips started to slowly open and reveal a tiny patch of blond hair.

"Bueno, bueno! Keep going, Gene!"

Gene took a deep breath and pushed once more, he felt his pussy on fire and began to cry.

"It hurts so much! I can't do this, Ángel..."

"Yes you can!" Ángel massaged Gene's tender pussy and helped him stretch. "Come on, everytime you push you get closer to the end!"

That's everything Gene needed to hear, he pushed one more time and felt his hole growing around Ángel's hands and the head. He felt wider and wider with every push.

Ángel took his hands out of the swollen birth canal and placed under the opening so he could gently catch the head as soon as it came out.

Gene shut his eyes and brought his chin to his chest giving the hardest push so far. He was stretched to the widest point of the head and kept enduring and pushing.

"Vamos, un poquito más!"

Gene couldn't understand a word Ángel said but hearing his voice was encouraging enough.

These long minutes felt like hours and Gene was almost giving up when he hear Ángel saying.

"The head is out!"

With this information he felt adrenaline rushing through his veins.

"Really?"

"Yes, feel it!" Ángel put Gene's hand on the top of the baby's head.

Tears of joy streamed down Gene's cheeks.

"One more push might be enough to finish. Ready?"

"Y-yes." Gene replied exhausted.

"All right, push!"

With a final and easy push, the rest of the body was out and Gene caught his healthy baby girl that had a strong cry.

"She's perfect!" Gene said in tears. "I can't believe I was gonna abandon you, I'm so sorry!"

Ángel took off his shirt to cover the small baby girl.

"Thank you for helping me, Ángel."

"It was my pleasure, Gene. Now rest."

Gene rested his head on Ángel's shoulder as he nursed their baby girl.

[ndcolis]

— unexpected visit

pairing: milly x elliot

genre: fluff, cuddles and snuggles, established rls

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a/n you will NOT believe how many times i cringed during this. erm,, sorry for the lack of posts. i’ve been superrr busy lately and school has me in a chokehold. my last tmf fic was who KNOWS when but yeah, take this milliot thing i wrote.. i dont really like it, and normally i wouldn’t post this, but it’s whatever i need to feed you guys ❤️❤️ haha i HATE milliot i hate them so much

enjoy! cause i still didn’t

- 11:36 PM -

Elliot stared up at the ceiling, his room silent, other than the occasional yawn that kept him awake.

He surveyed the dozens of botanical posters that adorned his wall, unknowing on what to do for now.

So, he started doom scrolling; as per usual.

The gardener started endlessly scrolling— his expression seemingly disinterested in the content he was shown. Sometimes, double tapping on the screen whenever Faye’s spider posts came up. He didn’t like spiders, but he did want to show his support.

He paused for a moment, his eyelids growing heavier, and his screen dimming due to idleness.

Then, he started drifting off to sleep, his eyelids shut, and a soft snore escaped his lips.

Knock, knock.

Elliot’s eyes suddenly batted open, looking around to see what the cause of the noise was.

He gently got up, stumbling a bit due to drowsiness. He took off his glasses to quickly rub his eyes, before abruptly putting them back on again.

He walked over to the window, squinting to see if he saw things right..

Because why was Milly at his window?

He widened his eyes at the sight, “Wh— M-Milly?!” The gardening club president gasped, quickly opening his window to let her in.

She was dressed in her Rainbow Dash pajamas, the only difference was that this time, she wore a black jacket that had the hood up.

“So..” The shortie started. “I was bored! I didn’t talk to you at all in school today, so I figured I’d give you a visit!”

Elliot stood there, dumbfounded. He closed the window, thinking: ‘At 11 PM?’

“I.. appreciate it, Milly. I do enjoy your visits, but, uhh.. Y-you really didn’t have to.” He replied, a hint of concern in his voice.

The guitarist took off her jacket and threw it on the ground mindlessly, “I just wanted to see you. I wouldn’t be a very good girlfriend if I didn’t check on how you were.. so, how are ‘ya?”

Elliot was still utterly confused at the girl’s antics. But, nonetheless, he embraced it. He liked how determined she was, it was what he loved about her.

“I’m a bit sleepy..” He peeped, looking down at the floor. “I was about to sleep, but, uhh..” The gardener shut himself up.

Milly snorted, stifling a laugh. “I’m sorry..”

“Ah— No! No! It’s alright!“ He reassured her, “I fall asleep pretty easily.”

Elliot stumbled down onto his bed, tucking himself in. Milly joined him momentarily after, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“You should go to sleep, Elli. It was kind of a stupid idea to visit you this late..” The pinkette whispered, looking down at her lap.

“N-No! Not at all! It’s very sweet of you to check in on me!” Elliot blurted out, a bit louder than he intended.

Milly kicked off her shoes, which weren’t bright green crocs with all sorts of jibbits on them, and lifted her legs to lay down on his soft mattress, a soft ‘thump’ sounding in the room once her crocs hit the floor.

“Do you want to stay the night..?” Elliot asked, taking off his glasses and placing it on the nightstand.

She cleared her throat, “Uh— If it’s not too much trouble.”

The crepe haired boy nodded, leaning into the girl next to him. She wrapped her arms under his, pulling him closer.

”A-Alright..“ He softly mumbled, a bit taken aback. Elliot closed his eyes, feeling the radiating warmth coming from her presence. He felt his heart beating faster, and wondered for a moment if she could hear it too.

But Milly’s heart was also racing. Her eyes fluttered shut, and if the room was brighter, you could see the reddish tint that crept up on her cheeks.

The gardener sighed, his hands carding through her hot-pink hair, trying to relax her a bit. It seemed effective, as she immediately melted into the touch.

“Goodnight, Milly.” He whispered, planting a small kiss on the top of her head, his fingers still toying with the ends of her hair.

She brought her leg over his, entangling it under the covers. “G’night, Elli.”

They both dozed off to sleep, Elliot still wondering how he would tell his parents about this sudden visit, but he didn’t find himself caring too much. He had this wonderful girl in his arms, and that’s all he needed.

Milly thought about how her mother and father would react to her being gone in the morning. Eh, it’s fine! She thought this was way better anyway.

The soft moonlight illuminated the room, quiet snores filling the air. They were both content, and that was all that mattered.

[freyanistics]

Comfort~

Miles Morales x Black!Reader

Angst at first but fluff at the end.

This is based off the horror short ‘The Spider Within.’

Spiders.

So many spiders crawling all over his body. One the size of his hand even managed to crawl out of his mouth. It’s pointy legs pressing down on his tongue like pin pricks. Miles wanted to throw up so bad. Feeling disgusted that thing even crawled out. Why was there so many? Why were they crawling all over him? Why why why why

After waking up in a cold sweat in his bed with his heart through the roof he realized it was just a nightmare. He could hear the horror movie his father had originally wanted Miles to watch with him playing in the living room. Clutching his chest Miles closes his eyes trying to calm himself. He had to get some air. Throwing on some random clothes he quietly opens the window slipping out onto the balcony heading down the rickety staircase. He felt paranoid from his vivid nightmare as he kept glancing over his shoulders at any shadow of movement.

He didn’t know where he was headed, just letting his feet leading him down the dark streets of Brooklyn until he reached your apartment complex. You and Miles used to go to school together until he went to Visions Academy. Despite you two no longer in the same school you still were close friends and hung out. For some reason he sought out your presence in his time of need. He just hope you’d be awake.

He quickly scales the brick wall up to your bedroom window landing on the balcony with a soft thud. Your curtains was closed as he saw the familiar light blue shades that you’ve had in your room since first grade. Reaching a hand out he lightly taps on the glass sliding door before putting his hands in his pockets nervously. What if you wasn’t home? Or your parents open the door? What could he even say on why he was at your balcony door at ten pm at night?

Just as he was about to turn to leave the curtains pull back revealing your form. You was wearing a black bonnet to protect your braids. Your light yellow pjs clung loosely on your body as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Miles?” You say opening the balcony door allowing him into your room.

“Hey, I know it’s late I just…decided to stop by.” Miles says sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. Looking around your room he noticed how it still looked the same. Figurines on your dressers, a few posters featuring your favorite bands or singers on the neutral colored walls. Your bed that was placed in the corner of the room with covers pulled back hinting you were in bed.

“Miles? Are you okay? You never came here this late before.” You ask him with hint of worry in your tone. You cared deeply for your friend and you could sense something was wrong by how he was behaving. You both have made a promise to one another that you will be open to each other no matter what.

Miles doesn’t meet your eyes opting to look at the carpet floor. Finally after a few minutes he meets your eyes and you could see bags under them.

“I just feel…stressed out. This new school my parents put me in is amazing don’t get me wrong but I don’t know anyone and just feel like a stranger. My parents want what’s best for me, to succeed in life and I want to make them proud it’s just…” he sighs rubbing his temples as you feel your heart drop.

“You feel overwhelmed.” You say softly and he nods. You understood him exactly as you have gotten overwhelmed with your own personal problems in life. In hindsight you felt a bit jealous that Miles was going to a top notch school while you stayed behind, your parents unable to afford such a school. You knew they were trying their best and couldn’t blame them but it didn’t stop you from thinking you weren’t good enough to get into that school.

Walking over you hug him making him freeze a bit before wrapping his arms around your waist. He had gotten so much taller over the year that you even joked he had to have hit puberty over night. Finally you pull away leading him to your bed as you sit down on the edge patting the spot beside you. Once he sat down you look him in the eyes.

“Miles you’re doing your best and that’s all that matters. I see it, your friends back at our school see it, and I’m sure as hell your parents see it. Things are going to get rough sometimes, believe me I know, but just know you have a good support team backing you in your corner.” You finish with a soft smile. Miles returns it looking away for a couple of minutes.

“Thank you. I really needed to hear that.” His heart was beating slowly as the memories of the dream was already dissipated from his mind. Smirking you punch his arm lightly.

“Think you can still beat me at Smash?” You ask him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. “If you have a few minutes we can play a few rounds.”

Miles look out your balcony door then back at you, a slow grin appearing on his mouth. “You’re on but I’m maining Mario.” He says as you start booting up your old wii. “You always use him, even as kids.” You say groaning playfully. Even though you two were going on two different paths you will always find each other in your time of need. And that all matters.

[gaysindistress]

As Good a Reason - three

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

summary: when Brock Rumlow picks a fight he can’t win with the White Wolf, he drags his Snake back. Six years after she ran away, Y/N Rumlow is faced with a choice to make; do as she’s told and kill the White Wolf or overtake her father instead because spite’s as good a reason to take his power?

warnings: cursing, violence, weapons, mentions of past abuse, people getting hurt, Bucky being too hot to handle

word count: 2.5k

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disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on Google/Pinterest. The women in the banners are not how Y/N is supposed to look. They are merely for aesthetic purposes and Y/N is written vaguely enough for anyone to see themselves in her.

Jasmine liked to use a boar bristle brush and oil to style Y/N’s hair when she was growing up. It started as a daily ritual with Y/N sitting between her legs while she worked the oil into her ends and brushed it into a braid. Sometimes if Victoria was nearby, Jasmine would do hers too but as Brock became more “present” he made her stop. He hated the smell of the oils and complained about how greasy it made his daughters look. As time passed and he became more harsh with his words (and fists), Jasmine started to only do it at night before they all went to bed. When the girls awoke in the morning, the oil wouldn’t be as noticeable, and thus Brock became none the wiser. 

Now without her mother’s gentle singing and tender hands, Y/N does the ritual on her own with her boar bristle brush in hand and oil in the other. She hums the songs Jasmine would sing as she slicks back her hair into a braided ponytail. The oil causes the light to reflect off and blind those who look at her the wrong way while the sleek manner doesn’t leave room for mistakes. Brock, the ever controlling man he is, demanded that she wear jewelry to make her appear more “girly and less threatening.” She wanted to roll her eyes at his appraisal of her normal appearance but decided that that was not the battle she wanted to fight for the moment. 

Victoria lended her a pair of tiered gold hoops and tried to get her to take more but Y/N refused. The years of training that their father had put them through stayed carved into her brain and she couldn’t shake the voice that screamed at her “Anything that isn’t essential to the mission will hold you back.” 

After she ties an elastic on the end of her braid, she grips the edge of the bathroom counter and stares at her reflection. Before her is a woman that she barely recognizes not because her makeup or hair is different. The woman looking back is full of malice and misery, ready to explode on the next person who wrongs her. Granted she had been hiding in Phoenix but she was healing and felt like she might find inner peace soon. The moment she stepped foot in New York, she had been transported back to the teenager she had been before she left and it pained her to feel that way again. 

Rather than feeling sorry for herself anymore, Y/N tears her eyes away and looks at the dress he gave her laying in her bed. No one knew that he had even been there, let alone left behind something akin to a gift. It shocked her that not even John noticed the blacked out car but then again, he seems more focused on watching her than the outside of the house. 

Her alarm rings, letting her know that she needs to be downstairs in the next 15 minutes or John will banging on her door. 

And 15 minutes on the dot, he is doing just that. She finishes putting on her heels and stands, brushing off her dress before opening the door. John goes to say something probably snarky and rude about keeping him waiting but he stands there with his mouth open, no words coming out. 

“Are my brother and sister ready?” Y/N asks, mildly annoyed at the way he obviously looks her up and down. 

“Wha…what?” he stutters, shaking his head to himself. 

She repeats her question as she pushes him back and closes the door behind her. He doesn’t get time to answer before Victoria and Niklaus call out to her from the foyer. Both are dressed to the nines with Niklaus in an all black suit and Victoria in a deep purple corset dress. She eyes Y/N and huffs for a moment as she crosses her arms. 

“Well that’s rude. You’re not wearing the dress I picked out for you AND you didn’t even tell me that you were going to match with Niklaus.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I wasn’t even told that we were going to be matching,” Niklaus pipes up as he tries to hide his smirk. 

Y/N gives her sister a bored look, “I’m sorry I didn’t want to stick out like a sore thumb wearing a bright green dress.”

“It was emerald with a shimmery overlay. Excuse me if I wanted you to look like a model for once,” Victoria shoots back as she further inspects Y/N’s dress, “Where did you get this? I don’t remember it.”

“Oh,” she freezes for a second and meets Nikalus’ watchful gray eyes, “I packed it. I figured I was going to need something fancy.”

“How is a plain black dress ‘fancy?’”

Niklaus saves her and speaks for her, “Black dresses are timeless, Vic. Now let’s go. I’d rather not listen to our father complain about us being late.”

Victoria loops her arm in Y/N and whispers more about how the green dress was her favorite but this one is good too. They chuckle with each other and Y/N catches John’s eye for a second. A wave of unease washes over her but she shakes it off. 

Now is not the time to worry about other people’s emotions. Right now she needs to focus on the plan that Niklaus put together to kill the White Wolf and where to hide the weapons that he’s handing out in the car. 

Ear piece in place, Y/N has to endure the sounds of Victoria laughing and flirting with every man who looks her way. Niklaus occasionally begs her to shut up so they can focus but to no avail. She keeps up her charade of an interested party goer and gets some of the men to tell her where their target is. Those poor souls who give her what she wants are left wanting more as she blows them kisses and winks as she disappears into the crowd. 

She slides next to Y/N at the bar with an empty martini glass in hand, “He’s upstairs.”

Y?n glances at her before following her eyes to the staircase where at least ten men are guarding the upper level. 

“We have ear transmitters for a reason,” she says without taking her eyes off of the men. 

“I know but I like talking to people. It’s weird talking to myself.”

Niklaus’ voice crackles into their ears, “Victoria, find Y/N a way upstairs and past the guards. I won’t be far behind but please for the love of god don’t stand right next to each other.”

“Nic, they already know who we are and what we’re here to do probably so why does it matter?” Victoria shoots back. 

“Because we need to at least make an attempt before getting killed ourselves.”

“Fine,” she says with a flare of drama like normal as she pushes off of the bar and sneaks back into the crowd. Y/N goes to do the same but Steve appears at her side with a hand wrapped around her bicep and stops her. 

“Excuse me,” she sneers before she looks up to see who it is. 

“Hello again, Ms. Juárez,” he smiles down at her, “Rumlow, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. That hasn’t be my name for years.”

“I don’t think your father would agree.”

“My father can shove it.”

With his hand still on her arm, he pulls her closer to him as he says, “Your sister was right.” “About?” she says back, hiding the underlying fear that is starting to boil up. 

“We know that you’re here and why.”

“Oh?”

“Ear transmitters are so 1990s,” he says as he plucks it from her ear and crushes it between his fingers.

She nods, desperately trying to search for Niklaus or Victoria in the crowd but comes up empty handed. Steve sees this and directs her attention to the staircase where they’re being led up by a group of men. 

“I have to admit, I’m disappointed that there wasn’t any fighting before we caught you three with you being the Snake after all,” he whispers into her ear as he tugs her along in the same direction, “Your father made it sound like you were going to be the end of all his enemies if they crossed him but you know, I don’t see that.”

“There’s something to being patient.”

“Patient or killing time so you don’t have to do this? Maybe you don’t have what it takes?”

“People die everyday, all I do is speed up the process.”

Steve chuckles as he drags her up the stairs, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say your little phone call with Boss made things complicated.”

“Good thing you don’t know shit,” she hisses and tries to jerk her arm away but he grips it even tighter and presses a gun to her lower back. 

“You’re wearing the dress he gave you, I think that’s evidence of some complication. Too bad your father is a fucking dumbass. Maybe things would’ve ended up differently.”

“Are you implying he would’ve arranged some bull shit political marriage with your boss and me? I’m not some mob princess. I don’t submit to men like you two.”

“Id love the chance to try but boss on the other hand. He loves fiery girls like you.”

Y/N takes a deep breath before spinning around, gripping the gun and turning it so it’s pointed at Steve, “Too bad we’re not in some teenage girl’s fantasy land and he won’t get a chance. Where are Niklaus and Victoria? We’re leaving now and you will not follow us.” Steve leans down so he’s inches from her face with a wolfish grin on his own, “You’re not in a position to be negotiating, little snake.” 

With that he shoves her through a door and she stumbles into a room full of men armed to the t. The siblings in question are tied to chairs in the center with fully automatic guns trained on them. The man she saw drop the gift box stands between them wearing a quite bored expression. Steve closes the door and shoves her shoulder again further into the room before forcing her to sit in her own chair that faces her siblings. 

His hot breath fans over the side of her face as he leans down, “Play nice.”

Y/N spits in his face and he drags a hand down to wipe it away as he lets out a terrifying belly laugh. The other man produces a pocket knife and swiftly brings it down on Victoria’s hand. She lets out a wail of pain and screams for them to be let go while Y/N looks at her with no emotion. 

“Are you going to behave now?” Steve asks her and she nods slightly, “Good I would hate to ruin her pretty face.”

“That’s enough,” another male voice calls from behind her. It feels familiar but in a way that makes her skin crawl and her flight or fight response activate. The harsh and thick weight of it forces her lungs to expel their air but that undertone she couldn’t place reveals itself; there’s a sense of chaos that lives in the deep baritones of his voice. She shutters briefly when she hears his shoes hit the hard wood as he walks up to her. He sets his cold hands on her shoulders, chilling her to her core but she straightens up and keeps her head held high. 

“I see you’re wearing my dress,” he whispers to her and her only, “You look gorgeous in it, dragă, far more beautiful than I could’ve imagined.”

She wants to shake his hands off and forget the compliments but she can’t. His hands squeeze her shoulders as if he’s going to let go but he doesn’t and instead he starts to speak to her siblings. 

“Niklaus,” he says in a condescending tone, “I’m disappointed in you. Of all the plans that you could’ve come up with, this one is the one you went with?” Niklaus casts his eyes to the ground in shame because he knew better, he knew this would end badly but still he went through with it. 

“And Victoria, ever the minx. You weren’t even subtle with it, asking anyone who would listen where I was,” Y/N can feel his gaze shift to her, “and you, my little snake. You were a breath of fresh air albeit underwhelming. Given all of the stories your father has told me, I expected far more than this half assed attempt. I’m tempted to let you all go and make you fight for the excitement.”

Victoria cries harder at his words and everyone can feel the White Wolf roll his eyes at her weak try at gaining sympathy. Steven even yawns at how bored he is while the other man between them shifts on his feet. 

“Sam,” the White Wolf says to that man, “take the knife out.”

He does as he’s told and unceremoniously rips the knife out, causing Victoria to crumble forward as much as her binds will allow and sob even louder. 

The White Wolf lets out a disapproving sigh and grips at Y/N’s shoulders again to get her attention. 

“I’ll let your brother and sister go,” he starts as he lets her go and circles so that she can finally see him up close, “if you agree to help me kill your father.”

“Careful boss, she likes to spit,” Steve piped up but it falls on deaf ears.

The man crouching before her is striking in an unsettling way and that feeling increases tenfold with the way he’s solely focused on her. She finds it in herself to speak and in the meantime she prays that her voice isn’t shaking when she asks about what more he wants from her.  

“That’s all.”

“That can’t be all. There’s always more.”

“No really that’s all; I’ll let them go on the condition that you help me kill Brock but if you try to pull one over on me, I will make their deaths long and painful. I might even have you do it, depends on how I feel that day,” he says with a smile and a casual tone that makes her want to punch him. 

Y/N scoffs at his proposal, “i can’t believe you.”

He furrows his thick brows at her. “You already lied to me. You said there was nothing else but then proceeded to add that you’d kill my brother and sister if I don’t help you.”

His tongue pokes at the inside of his lower lip before it darts out and wets his lips, “Well you caught me there but that doesn’t change my deal; help me and they live or don’t and they die.”

“Y/N don’t do it,” Niklaus shouts from behind them, “Please don’t do it.”

An annoyed look takes over the White Wolf’s face and he says something to Sam in another language. Exactly what was said doesn’t matter because Sam slams the butt of a gun into Niklau’s temple and renders him unconscious. Victoria chokes on another cry and Sam does the same to her. Y/N’s nose flares in anger and she tries to jump forward but Steve holds her in place. 

The White Wolf grips her chin and forces her attention back to him, “Deal or no deal, little snake?”

“I don’t do business with fucking pricks like you,” she spits out and his grip gets tighter. 

“Your future won’t be too bright if you don’t lower your business standards. I’ll ask again and if I have to ask a third time, I’ll just shoot them.”

Y/N stares into his soulless blue eyes and searches for any hint of humanity left. 

She finds nothing. 

“Deal.”