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Dad Sanemi finding out you're expecting again!

done and done! Also requested by @lisa-257

FINDING OUT YOU’RE PREGNANT AGAIN

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA X LUNAR PILLAR!READER!

A/N: a continuation of my Bundle of Joy series, in celebration of one year since its publication!

CW: 1.9k • MDNI • fluff • pregnancy mention • Sanemi and Reader are married • slightly suggestive in parts/references to sex

READ BUNDLE OF JOY HERE

It had been a normal day. You’d awoken well before dawn and departed Sanemi’s estate with a quick kiss for both him and your daughter before returning to your own to prepare your training yard from the group of new Juniors being sent for defensive training — your speciality as the Lunar Pillar.

That training had gone about as well as you’d been warned it would — which was to say, absolutely dreadful. Nearly all lower-ranked Slayers were close to passing out not even an hour into their defensive drills.

The only one who’d stood out was the young, eager Kamado boy, who’d offered to partner with to test his footwork.

“Excellent!” You praised as Kamado manage to parry another one of your attacks with a training blade. “The best I’ve seen today!” You whirled around his attempt at an offensive jab with ease. “In fact, I think —“

A sudden, splitting pain ripped across your head, whiting out your vision. There was a sharp, keening ring in your ears, and all at once, the familiar training yard of your estate faded away with a distant, worried call of your surname.

You did not realize you’d fainted until your eyes flittered open, and you found yourself blearily staring at the blue of the sky above.

In your periphery, you saw the clustered, worried faces of your subordinates, anxiously peering down at you.

Before you could ponder exactly how you’d ended up on your back on the ground, your mouth welled with saliva, hot and bitter, and your stomach lurched.

You’d barely managed to flip over to your knees before you began wretching. Between the great, shudderkng gasps of air you managed to gulp down, you did not see your crow take off from its nearby perch with a hurried beat of its wings.

You’re fighting to rise to your feet when the tension in the air noticeably shifts. A sudden electricity settles over the juniors, a hushed murmur snaking its way through the throng.

The crowd of Slayers swiftly parts around as the Wind Pillar furiously makes his way toward you.

You’re still crouched on one knee, hand pressed to your mouth in some futile effort to keep the contents of your breakfast from making a reappearance splattered across the dirt.

Your husband kneels down next to you, his warm, comforting hand resting between your shoulder blades. You fight the urge to lean into him; the morale of the greater Corps is just as important as their training, and it would only be undermined by the sight of a vulnerable Hashira.

But Sanemi knows how to read you better than anyone, and he must sense your hesitation. “Whoever hasn’t resumed training by the time I stand is being sent to my estate for obedience lessons.” He barks.

There’s a pause before he adds, “And I don’t use training swords.”

Though you’re fighting to keep from dry heaving into the dirt, you can’t help the small smile that forms on the corners of your lips at the flurry of anxious movement and the telltale sound of practice weapons colliding in choreographed defensive maneuvers.

Sanemi’s tone is much softer as he murmurs your name. “Can you stand?”

You manage a stiff nod. The white-knuckled grip on his hand as you rise on shaky legs would crush the fingers of anyone else that wasn’t him.

Sanemi’s hold on you remains steady as you stand, and he is right there when your knees buckle, his body pushed against yours to keep you upright.

Gently, Sanemi eases you back down to your knees. He squats beside you, his arm wrapping firmly around your waist for extra support.

Your eyes lift to his, and with a groan, you know his orders before he speaks them.

“Kocho’s. Now.”

You shake your head. “I have to finish their training —“

The Wind Pillar stands then, and though you cannot see his face, you can imagine the twist of his mouth; the hard look in his eyes.

“All of you!” His raised voice startles several of the junior Corps members, some dropping their training swords as they stand at attention. “Defensive training is finished for the day. Fuck off to the Love Pillar’s estate.“

You flick your eyes up to see the gaggle of young slayers staring wide-eyed and anxious at your husband.

“Now!”

The younger Corps members jolt into action, quickly putting away the tools and props you’d organized for the day and gathering their things.

Sanemi turns his attention back to you. He waits until the last of the trainees departs your Estate with a respectful but hasty bow, before he gathers you up in his arms.

“You must really feel bad if you’re not bitchin’ me out about carrying you.” Sanemi frowns as you loop your arm over his shoulder.

Your eyes remain squeezed shut against your nausea, and you managed nothing more than a grumbled shut up as Sanemi hastily makes his way toward the Butterfly Mansion.

You try and focus on Sanemi’s steady warmth as it bleeds into you; the familiar and comforting scent of sweet matcha that lingers on his skin, a welcome distraction from the way your head spins and aches.

The soothing hallmarks of your husband almost lull you to sleep, when the image of the other half of your heart — of cherub cheeks and a mop of white hair just like her father’s flashes through your mind.

Your eyes suddenly fly open, wide and anxious.

Your daughter. Because you’d been dealing with the bulk of junior slayers, Sanemi had been tasked with keeping your daughter occupied for the day. You’d last seen her earlier that morning at his estate, happily stumbling after a butterfly in her father’s garden.

You stiffen in Sanemi’s arms. “Where is —?”

“She’s with Uzui’s girls,” he’s quick to reassure, and he twists his head to press a soothing kiss to your temple. “I’d brought her with me to discuss training plans when your crow arrived. Hinatsuru offered to take her so I could check on you.”

It does little to soothe the pit in your stomach. “I don’t wish to burden them —“

“They insisted,” Sanemi says simply. “They all jump at the chance to watch her — Uzui, too.”

He wasn’t wrong; your daughter had the entire Uzui family wrapped around her tiny fist.

Sanemi squeezes your waist. “She’s fine — and she’ll be more than happy to see her Mama later. Let’s focus on getting you checked out for now.”

—

You arrive at the Butterfly Mansion in record time. You have to fight the Wind Pillar before he’ll put you down and allow you to walk into the Manor on your own legs.

Sanemi acquiesces, but his arm does not leave its stabling place on your waist.

The Insect Pillar, thankfully, is home and able promptly guide you into a private examination room she reserves for your peers. A quick draw of blood into a glass vial later, and Kocho whisks back to her office to analyze it.

Sanemi sits with you the whole time, chatting with Kocho, his arm around your shoulders, his thumb turning soothing circles into your skin.

But the longer the two of you wait after the petite doctor leaves to run her tests, the more your anxiety mounts.

Your nerves must have begun to sink beneath Sanemi’s skin, for he’d left the examination room a few minutes prior in search of the Insect Pillar, nearly as desperate as you to know what she’d found.

He hadn’t yet returned, leaving you to chew anxiously on your thumbnail, your foot jiggling where it hung over the edge of the table where you sat.

Another minute or two passes, and then the door to the examination room flings open with a start. Faster than you can blink, the Wind Pillar is striding toward you with a broad smile on his face.

“What is —?” Sanemi’s hands — battle-worn and rough — are gentle as they cradle your cheeks, and he silences your question with a sweet but deep kiss.

“You’re pregnant,” he breathes excitedly against your lips, his forehead coming to rest against yours. “You’re pregnant. Kocho confirmed it.”

His eyelashes tickle your cheeks as he kisses you again and again, Sanemi beaming between each eager touch of your lips.

“That didn’t take long, did it?” You tease. “I mentioned wanting another child not even two months ago

“Who am I to deny my wife what she desires?” he grins with equal smugness and elation. “Especially when she asks so sweetly, all bent over for me —“

You clamp your hand over his mouth. “Shush,” you hiss, though you can’t fight your own smile. “Kocho can hear everything —“

“I knew it.” Sanemi boasts, stepping back to bring your knuckles to his lips, his eyes shining. “I knew when you asked for yudofu twice this week that you were pregnant —“

“I’ve always liked yudofu.”

“It was all you ate last time,” and his grin is broad. “Couldn’t get you to choke down anythin’ else for a solid month at one point. Drove me fuckin’ nuts.”

Sanemi’s lips press to your ear as he leans in close, his voice quieting to a sultry whisper. “And you’ve been asking me to take care of those pretty breasts of yours more frequently, haven’t you?”

Your cheeks burn a deep shade of crimson. It was true — they’d been aching and sore. So tender that you’d even contemplated foregoing the sarashi bindings you wore beneath your uniform shirt.

So you had; once, a few weeks earlier.

You hadn’t made it out of your bedroom before you’d been caught by your husband, bug-eyed and blushing as he gaped at your partially-exposed chest. Your uniform shirt had closely resembled his own without the security of your bindings, and yet you’d known, thanks to your skirt, that your attire likely bore a resemblance to that of the Love Pillar’s.

You’d both ended up late to training that day.

Since that day, Sanemi had been more than eager to continue helping after you’d insisted his hot mouth and expert tongue were capable of alleviating some of that tender ache.

You want to groan at yourself. It should have been obvious, once it was clear that your sore chest had not been heralding in your monthly cycle.

But before you can, Sanemi resumes lavishing you with his joyful kisses.

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He murmurs against your lips, nuzzling your nose with his. “You’re a goddamn goddess, you know that? So fuckin’ beautiful.“

This time, Sanemi tilts your head so he can deepen his next kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth the moment you open for him.

“Thank you,” he breathes, thumb stroking your cheeks. “Thank you. Thank you.”

“You did just as much work as I did,” you chuckle between his slow, sensual kisses. “Arguably more.”

He pulls away with a light huff, the hand on your cheek sliding to cup the back of your head and bring you in tight against him.

“I ain’t ever gonna stop thanking you,” Sanemi whispers reverently against your hair, his fingers trailing up and down your spine. “‘M never not gonna worship the ground you walk on for makin’ me a father. Not in a hundred years.”

Whether it’s because your emotions are already high out of elation over your news, or because Sanemi’s words — so earnest and full of love — strike that soft part of your heart reserved for him and him alone, your eyes burn with tears.

And even Sanemi’s voice cracks as he whispers, “Thank you. Thank you for choosing me.”

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zeizeizeizei · 3 months ago

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Unpopular Alucard Headcanons 🦇

🦇 His heartbeat is unnaturally slow

Being a dhampir, his body doesn’t function like a human’s. His heart beats maybe once every few minutes, and when he meditates or sleeps deeply, it slows to an almost undetectable level. This makes it easy for people to mistake him for dead if they don’t know better.

🦇 Despite his regal demeanor, he can be incredibly stubborn

He gets this from both of his parents. While he is generally composed, he can be surprisingly headstrong when he believes he is right.

🦇 He secretly enjoys being around people but isolates himself out of guilt

While many see him as a lone figure, he actually enjoys companionship but feels unworthy of it due to his lineage and the weight of his past.

🦇 He sometimes forgets what his own voice sounds like

Spending long periods alone in the castle means Alucard can go days, weeks, or even months without speaking. Sometimes, when he finally does, his voice comes out quieter than expected, or he startles himself by how deep it is.

🦇 He has never truly celebrated his birthday

While he knows the day he was born, it has never been a day of joy for him. His mother may have marked the occasion with warmth, but after her death, he stopped acknowledging it altogether. He wonders if Dracula ever remembered.

🦇 He used to sing as a child but no longer does

Lisa encouraged him to sing when he was young, and his voice was light and pure. However, after losing his mother, he never found the heart to sing again. He still hums absentmindedly when lost in thought, though he never realizes he’s doing it.

🦇 His laugh is rare, but it's hauntingly beautiful

Alucard rarely laughs, but when he does, it’s light and musical, almost as if he’s forgotten how to express joy. It has an eerie, mesmerizing quality, as if for just a moment, the weight of centuries is lifted from his shoulders.

🦇 He doesn’t need to breathe, but he does anyway

His body doesn’t require oxygen in the same way humans do, but he still breathes out of habit. If he concentrates, he can go completely still, like a statue, for days without any movement.

🦇 His presence subtly affects the environment

When he walks into a room, candles flicker. The air gets cooler when he’s deep in thought. Even when he’s not using magic, something about him bends the space around him slightly, like reality itself acknowledges his unnatural nature.

🦇 His eyes glow in the dark

In dim lighting, his golden eyes reflect ambient light like a predator’s, making them glow faintly. In absolute darkness, they shimmer unnaturally, giving him an almost spectral appearance. It’s one of the reasons he avoids letting people see him at night.

🦇 He sleeps curled up, like a child

When he sleeps, especially during moments of vulnerability, he instinctively curls in on himself, as if trying to protect himself from something unseen.

🦇 He doesn’t hate his father—but he cannot forgive him either

Despite everything, Alucard still loves his father in a complicated, painful way. He understands Dracula’s grief, but he cannot forgive the destruction he caused.

🦇 He doesn’t like killing, but he is terrifying when he does

Unlike his father, Alucard does not take joy in battle. He fights with precision and restraint, but when truly enraged, he unleashes a level of destruction that unsettles even himself.

🦇 He is both afraid of and drawn to the idea of companionship

He craves connection but fears what it could mean. He has lost everyone he has ever cared for—what if he loses them again? What if he is meant to be alone forever?

🦇 He has considered letting himself die

The thought has crossed his mind more than once. The idea of fading away, of ending the lonely existence he has been trapped in. But something, some tiny ember of his mother’s voice, always tells him to keep going.

🦇 His hands shake when he’s deeply emotional

Whether it’s anger, grief, or overwhelming sorrow, his body betrays him in subtle ways. His fingers tremble, his breath hitches, and for a brief moment, the composed prince looks like a lost boy.

🦇 He can smell emotions

His sense of smell isn’t just sharp—it’s supernatural. He can pick up traces of emotions like fear, anger, or sorrow as subtle shifts in scent, which is why he’s eerily good at reading people even when they try to hide their true feelings.

🦇 He wonders what his mother would think of him now

More than anything, he wishes Lisa could see him—not just as the boy she raised, but as the man he has become. Would she be proud? Would she be sad? He will never know, and that is perhaps the greatest tragedy of all.

Source: my 🍑

Enjoy.

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dragongirlpoet · 8 months ago

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Dark Signs

Pt II I Pt III

Alucard x you

Summary: A flirty, playful night with Adrian takes a dark turn.

TW: Dark fantasy, horror, blood, smut (explicit) 🔞 I Words: 1.6k

This is my first fic & attempt at smut. I hope you enjoy it!

“…And there, in the dead of night, under a moon so maroon, the White Wolf prowled — ravenous. Sturdy were its footsteps, calculated were its gait. Ahead, still as a rosebud in a windless twilight, its prey lay splayed out — helpless.

Something about its small intakes of breath, its unsuspecting demeanour, made it all the more enticing for the imposing predator. Ever so slowly, the White Wolf, eyes like the golden gleam of a rising dawn, emerged from the thicket, pressing forward, inching closer, closer, closer…”

Body hovering over mine, Alucard’s words were a rasp above my cheek. The antiquated tome he had been reading from now a forgotten humdrum between our bodies. As velvet lips collided into me, I melded into his being. He was a hypnotic wave crashing into shore, and I was but delicate driftwood being dragged underwater.

His kiss was insistent, impatient. I had no escape, no cavity of air to quell the lack of oxygen in my lungs. Still, I kept going, because he was the only breath I needed. My fingers clawed ruthlessly at his back — muscle and bone Herculean from years of battling night creatures and evil forces. Skin so utterly cold, yet I wanted — needed — more.

His body was a frigid storm to my fervent summer. “You are glorious as the solstice sun, darling. With you I am forever warm, within you I live eternally,” the confession falling easy from his lips the day he had taught me how to hunt.

Faces lost in each other, bodies entwined and limbs tugging like our lives depended on it, Alucard let his hand roam under my nightdress, finally finding solace in the swell of my chest. I shifted slightly at the unusual chill. Was he ever this cold?

Over the months I had become accustomed to his half human intricacies. His unnerving stillness, his undeniable thirst for blood try as he might to hide it, his erratic need to stay up nights in a row roaming the castle “just to be sure…”

I was no fool. Those witching hours almost always had him back in his childhood room — he would stare, as if entranced, at the spot he had staked his father. And I would see the grief in his eyes — the absolute contrition at his travesty, one he wished he could take back, but couldn’t.

Alucard, the son of the great Dracula and benevolent Lisa Tepes, the almighty dhampir. A being so beautiful he could bring a kingdom to its knees, yet one so cruelly tormented by his past.

“Baby, eyes on me.” My eyes fluttered open, realising I was lost in the wrong moment. He crashed his lips into mine once again.

As if in a bid to stop my obsessive thinking, he started to grab at my breast, kneading furiously, thumb toying with my nipple. I leaned in closer, but alas my human endurance had reached its limits and I pulled away for air.

“I want to know what happened to the prey. I am most opposed to unfinished stories,” I tried to play coy in between ragged breaths. Nose to mine, he wore a smirk on his handsome face. He had a playful glint to his stare — contemplative, as if taunting me to continue with my officious fib.

Alucard picked the tome up from my stomach, grazing his fingers ever so slightly over my abdomen. He trailed the book slowly down my navel, its cracked spine against my bare skin sent fireworks to my core. I watched with bated breath as the print finally landed where he wanted it — in between my legs. He dragged its spine down, then up again, repeating the motion, teasing, eyes never leaving mine.

Satisfied with how wet my undergarment had become, he hushed, “I think it better if I showed you instead. Don’t you agree, princess?”

“Ye..yesss,”

“Do you like that?”

“Yesss…”

“Open your legs wider.”

I obeyed. Submitting to him was easy. Too easy.

“Let’s see just how wet you are for me, hmm?”

Without warning, Alucard ripped my soaking cloth off my hips and plunged two fingers inside. I cried out at the shock and how good it felt, and as if by instinct grabbed his hands and guided them deeper into me. Alucard let out a stifled moan at my brazenness, his erection growing fast under his black britches.

He watched with eyes half-lidded, completely spellbound as I bounced into his hand, my breasts rising and falling with every thrust. Body and mind so turned on he reached urgently into his pants and started stroking his length.

For a long moment we just sat there, eyes locked on each other, legs spread wide, our sex stimulated. And what a profane sight it must have been for our bed chamber was filled with nothing but wanton “fucks” and the squelching of his fingers coated in my lust.

I fucked myself into his fingers harder, and reached desperately for his cock. With more force than necessary, he caught both my wrists with his free hand and pinned them to my stomach. “That’s for later,” he chided.

Alucard was usually wary of his inhuman strength around me. But tonight, tonight he was carnal, rough, like an animal being let out of its cage. His knuckles went white with how much pressure he had put on my wrists, and I bit my lip knowing it was going to bruise.

As if to edge me further, Alucard pulled his fingers out and gazed at them ever so intently, admiring the slather of fluid glistening like diamonds on his digits. If his etherealness hadn’t killed me, then perhaps what he did next would have driven me close to death. With deliberate calm, he brought his fingers into his mouth, swiping his tongue over my juices, savouring every single trickle.

My dhampir, hair like a divine cascade of golden waterfalls, on his knees, drinking my lust as if it were vital sustenance, yet all that he was was in direct contrast to his reverence — powerful, dominant and deadly. I marvelled at his masculine elegance — the way his pectorals tensed as he licked his fingers dry, how his faded sanguine scar stood distinct against his alabaster skin, the definition of muscles that ran down his pelvis…

I swallowed.

“God, you taste so good. Only for me, yes?”

“Yesss��” Being thoroughly educated and well-read, I was fairly ashamed it was all the vocabulary I could muster.

And it would seem that more crude words were soon to follow, as Alucard then dove in between my thighs and sent his tongue plunging — deep, depraved — into my clenching walls.

“Fuuuck, Adrian!”

Hearing his name sent him over the edge, and he started sucking hard — wet pillow lips against wet pillow flesh. I was heaven and hell collided, rising from it like the luminescent birth of a star. I ground my core into his face, hands grasping his woven-gold hair, willing him to dive further into me.

Alucard groaned in pleasure against my clit. Powerful, cold hands gripped my thighs apart, and my sweet lover lay soft kisses to the insides, thumbs expertly caressing my sensitive folds. In all his vampire glory, he bared his fangs ever so slightly, sharp teeth just barely peeking through, grazing them over my clit and thighs, nibbling, never breaking skin. I was undone.

“Adrian…Adrian please…”

“Please what?”

I was all heavy pants and delirious to give a coherent reply.

Head still positioned at the apex of my thighs, his eyes raked over his masterpiece — delicate features coated in sweat, nipples hard from stimulation and the soppy, pulsating cunt laid out like a feast inches from his mouth. What a mess he had made of me, and a mess he was most certainly proud of.

From in between my legs, Adrian was a fallen angel from a paradise unknown. His eyes like gold afire were so wholly glazed over they looked like one with the smouldering flames nestled atop our chamber candles.

Patience waning, he asked again. “Please…” humming the words into my clit…“what?” A loud moan escaped my lips. I arched my back in sheer pleasure, feeling the build up in my core.

He dragged his fangs against my thighs, eyes fixated on mine, drinking in my desire.

“I want…I want…” my chest heaving so violently from how close I was to release.

“What do you want?” Adrian moved to whisper against my ear. This was too much.

“I want…I want you to turn me.”

Alucard went very still, his pupils blown wide. Everything went very still. The flames lost its dance, the curtains absent of sway.

“What did you say?” His voice was still water with undercurrents of danger.

His statuesque figure towered over me, pinning me under.

“I said, I want you to turn me.”

Alucard held my stare, and as I took them in, an unearthly shadow seemed to lurk beneath those incandescent irises.

If my question threw him off guard, his unsettling stillness made it clear he wasn’t most fond of surprises. It took a long moment before he finally moved, his supernatural speed having him by the window in seconds.

Frustration soon shrouded my orgasmic high. I forced my spent body off the reprieve of our mattress. He was going to answer me whether he liked it or not.

“Adrian! You cannot disregard my question any longer! I’ve wanted this from the first time you made love to me, don’t pretend it was never asked of you,” exasperation evident in my tone.

“Peril or not, I am not afraid. I…”

A sudden squall of wind extinguished the flickering flames. Our bed chamber was plunged into chasmic darkness, summoning a bitter chill that seeped through the wooden floors. There, still as a predator hunting prey, hovered the glowing golden orbs of Alucard's eyes, the blacks of his pupils far wider than I’d ever seen.

“A…Adrian?”

Pt II I Pt III

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babywriter · 6 months ago

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Knock. Knock.

"Mrs. Gardner? I need a change."

Lisa flashed her diaper while the door was still open. Any student walking in that hallway could see her raising her dress.

"Lisa!" said the nurse as she slammed the door. "People could see you! Have some decency!"

"Sorry, Mrs. Gardner."

"It's ok. Let me check you diaper. How are your classes going?"

"Pretty well! They're tough, but I'm getting really good grades. I'm thinking of applying to grad school next year!"

"That's nice, dear." Nurse Gardner's right hand's fingers pulled the waistband of Lisa's diaper while her left hand gently slid on the plastic cover of Lisa's wet diaper. The nurse noticed that the wetness indicator had failed to turn blue throughout, some parts were still green or even yellow. "You're not wet enough for a change. Do you absolutely need a dry diaper in the next hour or two?"

"Well, I have a class..."

The pigtail wearing 22-year-old trailed off. Mouth open, she squeaked in surprise. A familiar warm liquid was flooding her diaper. Mrs. Gardner watched as the diaper grew visibly wetter. That wetness indicator was turning blue.

"Alright, be thankful you had an accident. I'll change you."

"Thank youuu, Mrs. Gardner!"

"You're lucky you look so cute in diapers, I'm sure you have boys lining up to take care of you. Don't you have boys wanting to change your diaper? Or girls, you know, it's ok to like girls."

"There's one guy in my class I really like, but I tend to go peepee when I talk to him... That's why I like having a dry diaper, it makes me feel safer!

"And you will be! Now hop on the changing table, time for your change."

Photo credit: @sugarylittlexxx

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yuvany · 7 months ago

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PAINT ME LIKE MONA LISA

𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 with an artist!reader

OT7 ENHYPEN x fem!reader . . . CONTENT / WARNING(S) : fluff + est relationship + not proofread . . WORD COUNT : 812 . CHECK MARK !!

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𝗟𝗘𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚

"Hee, don't move." You suddenly warn, your pencil balancing in between your fingers as you hold your palm up. "Please don't tell me a bomb is gonna detonate, babe." he jokes, and you chuckle, the sound of your pencil stratching the paper fills the room. "Are you drawing something?" He asks, and you hum. "Yup, wanna take a guess what i'm drawing?" You try to do this quickly while Heeseung is standing as still as he can. "Not sure. Care to tell me, pretty girl?" Heeseung itches his nose quickly, which goes unnoticed by you. "Obviously Mr.Handsome is my muse today."

𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗝𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗚

Saw you placing a bowl of fruit on the table, adjusting it and looking at it from all angles. Jay starts getting interested in what you're doing, so he gets closer to you from his hiding spot behind a corner. You hum delighted and return to your seat, but see Jay standing there. "Hello?" You ask with a chuckle. "Hey, sweetness. What's going on here?" Jay asked. "Nothing much, just an art project for school, they want us to do realism." You go on and explain the assignment. "So, like in the movies?" He asks, referring to how most movies use a bowl of fruits. You nod your head, and Jay gives you a kiss on the cheek for good luck.

𝗦𝗜𝗠 𝗝𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗨𝗡

Jake walks into your room and sees the painting resting on the floor, the paint still looking moist. It's like the canvas is whispering for him to come closer, because he does, his eyes observing each detail. Without noticing, Jake's finger gets closer to the canvas, brushing against the edge softly. "Aye! Don't touch!" You exclaimed upon entering your room and seeing him hunched on the floor. "sorry babe, but this is absolutely gorgous!" He says, a wide smile presenting itself on his lips. "Thank you, but you gotta be careful, babe." You laugh awkwardly, hunching down beside him to admire your art with him.

𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙆 𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙃𝙊𝙊𝙉

He sees you pull out a sketch book and a pen, his eyes glued to the movement of your wrist. "Are you drawing me?" He asks with a smirk as he poses jokingly. "You wish." You chuckle and turn the block around so that he can get a view of it. Sunghoon takes a while to look over the rough sketch, and you start to wonder if he's actually observing it, or just zoning-out. You raise and eyebrow, and he says, "You know, I am a much better view than a simple window." He glides his arm around your waist and pulls you in. "I'm sure you are." You say, pressing you lips to the corner of his mouth.

𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢

You and him went to an art museum, his hands holding yours while you take your time to watch each exhibition before either taking a picture, which Sunoo knoows you'll use later as reference, or pulling out a small piece of paper form your bag and a pencil as you sketch the art while explaining the history behind the artworks. "That's really interesting." He says, and follows you around while you repeat the pattern of taking a photo, sketching and explaining. "Imagine if they one day put up your art, angel." he says in awe, and you reply, "then I'll tell them that the history of it is my love for you."

𝗬𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡

He sees you curled up in bed with your art block on the bed as you sketch on it lazily while laying down, waiting for inspiration to flow into your head. Jungwon sees you through the door when he walks by, and walks back to make sure of what he saw. Naturally he walks in, catching your attention. You hum at the sight of him and he plops onto the floor after grabbing a pencil from your desk causing yiu to stop drawing and look at him confused. So far, you've only drawn sunflowers and fishes very sloppily. Jungwon sees them and tries to copy the best he could, but let's just say he did his best. "That's a cute one." You giggle, seeing his attempt.

𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗨𝗥𝗔 𝗥𝗜𝗞𝗜

Your first date with him was an artistic and creative one. He took you to an art cafe and challanged you to a paiting conset, but he underestimated you and drew a nice sunset instead, confident that he'd win the bet easily. "Times up!" He says with a smirk, and you smile brightly and let go off the brush. "Do you wanna go first?" You ask, and Riki shrugs. "Alright, but be prepared to be blown away." You clap the sight of his scenery, and he urges you to show yours. As you turn the canvas to him, his jaw drops and you chuckle. "So what do I win?" you ask after he was done gaping. "How about a kiss?" He asks, and delivers.

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itsriabby · 2 months ago

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Mona Lisa - S.H. (Part 1)

actor!steve x makeupartist!reader

Plot: When Steve meets his beloved makeup artist’s replacement, he swears it’s hate at first sight. But… is there truly such a thing?

Trope: enemies x lovers

Warnings: slight slut shaming (Steve is kind of an asshole at first).

Hi!! I thought about trying something new and this came up. I don’t really know if I should continue it so let me know if you like it! Thank youuuu!!!

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“What do you mean she’s not coming?”

Steve was mad. Actually, no, Steve was furious. Angela had been working with him for the first two seasons of the show he was in, and frankly, she’s one of the only people he doesn’t hate in there.

Everyone treats him like this stuck up marionette, either not even looking at him because they’re scared of him, or kissing the ground he walks on, doing things for him like he’s a dummy, as if he can’t take a simple direction. It’s honestly insufferable.

The rest of the cast are nice and all, but he doesn’t really spend much time with them out of character. The only time he felt he could be himself and disconnect for a while was in that chair in the makeup trailer, with that middle-aged woman that treated him like her own son, and who’s now, apparently, getting fired.

“Steve, listen, I get that you’re angry, but she’s not getting the results we were hoping for. This season is filled with gruesome scenes that need some vfx makeup that she’s, quite frankly, not qualified for.” Sam, the showrunner, exhaled, like explaining the situation was a waste of his time.

“How do you know that though? You haven’t even seen-“

“We have. We’ve done a test run on a lot of the looks and even she said herself that it wasn’t “her thing”.” Sam sighed, pinching between his eyes. “Look, she’s been in the business for more than 20 years, and she’s tired of having to learn new advanced techniques to do everything we ask her, she just wants to do the usual screen-ready skin and that’s it.”

“But-“

Sam grabs Steve’s shoulder, softening his expression. “I know you bonded with her. And trust me, I get it, it sucks.” He shrugs nonchalantly “But her job wasn’t to be your friend, it was to do makeup, and it’s not up to par, so she’s out, end of story. Now please do me a favor and go change, the new makeup girl is waiting for you in the trailer.” Sam leaves immediately, leaving Steve to dwell on this unwanted situation.

Not only does he have to come to terms with the fact that Angela won’t be here anymore, he has to deal with the new hire.

He doesn’t want to meet her.

If Angela’s not enough for this, then who did they get to replace her? If 20 years worth of work isn’t good enough, the new “girl” has to be old enough to be her grandma. And he bets she’s one of those stuck up mua’s that stay quiet for two hours and look at you like a project, like you’re a canvas, not a human being. God he really didn’t want to meet her.

No one can compare to Angela. She was real to him, she treated him like he was normal. Plus, he really did see her as a parental figure, and God knows he doesn’t have much of those. But well, as it’s been shown time and time again, everyone leaves him, so what’s one more?

Actually no, that’s not true. Robin’s there, as always. She now has the title “manager” added to “best friend” but honestly, nothing’s changed. She’s always wanted the best for him and held him accountable at the same time, so he couldn’t have imagined someone better for the job.

The kids, Nancy and Jonathan are there too, but he hasn’t really seen them in a long time, and they call as much as they can but it’s not that much. Not that he blames them, they all have their own lives.

He thought making friends in Hollywood would be easier, a fresh start, but its the absolute worst. Not only are the friendships fake and shallow, they have a shelf life of 2 months tops. They adore you and tell you what you wanna hear, and the minute they find their next new shiny friend, you’re out. So he has to admit, he feels pretty lonely.

“Goddamit Steve, I’m not your nanny!” Robin marches into his trailer, walking up to him and yanking him up so he stands up “You were supposed to be in the makeup trailer 30 minutes ago! And that tiny short-tempered producer has been blowing up my ear for 10 minutes straight, so you either go out there or I’ll have to kick his minuscule ass and you’ll face the consequences cause-“

“Ok!ok! I’ll go!” Steve raises his hands, trying to calm her down “i didn’t notice I’d been here so long, I’m sorry.”

Her shoulders slump down and she sighs “It’s ok dingus, I’m sure you’re stressed with all your start-of-the-season shit. Go do your magic and we’ll order takeout tonight, alright?” She gives him a soft smile.

They’ve been roommates for years. It’s been a long time since they’ve passed the point of affording their own place, but L.A. is lonely, so having company at the end of the day is nice.

“Ok. Although I’m not sure if you need that more than I do.” Steve laughs and raises his eyebrows playfully.

“Sure, sure, whatever. Go get your makeup done princess” she ushers him away, pushing him out of his own trailer and shutting the door on his face.

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When Robin said he was late to makeup, she really wasn’t lying. The trailer was almost empty at that point. A girl was sitting in one of the chairs, but apart from her, completely empty.

He’d never seen that girl before but he’d been told there were new characters this season, so she must be one of them. She’s pretty and around his age, maybe a love interest. She’s also on her phone so she must be waiting for this new makeup artist too.

Who’s nowhere to be seen apparently.

“Not very professional is she?” He jokes, sitting a couple chairs away from her and taking off his jacket.

She jumps a little, obviously not expecting him. Immediately she turns off her phone and tucks it in her jean pocket, looking at him very confused “Sorry?”

He points behind them, where no one is “The new makeup girl, or woman, I guess. Not very professional to be absent on her first day.”

She frowns “Actually-“

“But what do I know? The big guys hired her. She’s probably sucking up to them, figuratively or literally, cause she must be sleeping with one of them to make them fire Angela. She was the best, really, if you’d met her you’d love her. But she’s gone, so we’ll make do with whoever this is, if she shows up that is.” He shrugs, getting comfortable on the chair.

“Unbelievable.” she scoffs.

“Right?” Steve smiles. At last, someone who gets his indignation. It doesn’t hurt that she’s hot, but really, he needed a friend here.

Maybe this is the subject they relate to, and because of this mutual annoyance they end up with a beautiful friendship. Or something more. He hasn’t had action in a while.

You know what they say, nothing brings people closer than a common enemy.

He glimpses through the mirror the new plaque on the wall behind him, reading it out loud. “Wow, even her name sounds pretentious.” He looks at her with a smirk “I’m Steve by the way, what’s your name?”

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Frankie, the older black woman who introduced herself earlier as the hair magician, shouts your name before opening the door to the trailer “Hi honey, I don’t wanna rush you but he has to be ready in 5 minutes.” She nods to Steve.

“It’s alright, tell Erik I’ll be quick.” You pick up your face palette and start mixing shades to get Steve’s color.

Steve fucking Harrington. Who with a quick glance, you can see is shocked to learn you’re the woman he’s been shit-talking about. What an asshole.

You were actually excited to work with him. He was your favorite character in the show and after watching some of the cast’s interviews, you kinda became his fan.

Not anymore.

“Wait. You’re-“ He frowns, trying to understand just how bad he’s fucked up.

“The slut who’s sucked off her way here? In the flesh” You give him a sarcastic smile, before dropping it completely and turning his chair around, facing you.

“I- I thought…”

You start applying light concealer on the reddening areas of his face, not including the blush he’s now sporting. “That I wasn’t her? No shit.”

You continue working under his eyes, making him avoid staring at you.

“You could’ve told me.” he mutters, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“I tried, you were pretty passionate on the subject.”

You thank whoever made the schedule for filming a natural look today, because if you spend much more time with him alone, you can’t promise he’ll come out alive. And it’s not a good look for your first day of work.

He looks down apologetically, feeling guilty for his words in the heat of the moment “Look… I’m sorry for saying what I said, I’m having a really-“

“Shut up.” you cut him off.

He looks taken aback, frowning and looking up to stare at you “Excuse me?”

“Stop talking, I’m trying to do my job.” You mutter nonchalantly, giving him the last touches under his lower lip.

He’s still processing, a disoriented look taking over his face, cause there’s no way someone’s talked to him that way, not after he became who he is now at least.

You put all the makeup back in its place and turn around to face him one last time, “There you go Mona Lisa, you can leave now.” You clap his cheek a couple times without applying pressure, just to piss him off, and point to the door behind him.

He’s still speechless when he leaves the trailer, and when he finishes shooting, and even that night at home, with a slice of greasy pizza between his teeth, he can’t seem to shake off the way you acted, the way you talked to him. It’s like you couldn’t care less about him.

It infuriates him.

It infuriates him so much he spends all night tossing and turning, thinking about you. Cause if you want to play like this, then game on, you have no idea what you started.

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msschemmenti · 3 months ago

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the bravo forum

melissa schemmenti x reader

a/n: the people have spoken— here is my contribution to the melissa schemmenti x reader community based on a crack idea from my notes app. bare with me, this is not edited and probably pretty bad-- but fuck it we ball ig. i also couldn't think of a name for this like at all. my tiktok fyp sort of throttled me into all things reality tv and that sparked this idea. also if you liked this feel free to check out my lisa ann walter masterlist for some of my older stuff.

”So now no one knows if they’re coming back or if they’re gonna pull a New York Housewives and just start over.” Melissa huffed over her shoulder to Barbara.

“Girlfriend, I told you, I don’t know these people, and I don’t care.”

Melissa watched as Barb entered the school ahead of her and shook her head. She really shouldn’t be surprised. Her work wife had always been very clear about her feelings when it came to the Housewives. And Melissa had tried to get her hooked. They’d tried every franchise and all she got from Barb was a disgruntled scolding for caring so much about these random women and their woes. Melissa can even recall Barbara advising her to pick up the Bible if she wanted to follow the trials and tribulations of someone she would talk about.

Melissa wasn’t normally someone who participated in any discussions about the things she enjoyed. She liked what she liked and anyone who didn’t agree with her could kick rocks. But letting Jacob move in had really changed the way she consumed media. She and the history teacher would come home from work, crack open a bottle, and go to town judging the various players in their programs. With him around, discussion became the norm. And now that he’s moved out, she’s sorta missing that community. Not that she’d admit it to anyone.

She bound into the teacher’s lounge, putting her lunch away and settling in her seat for the news like she did every morning. Jim Gardner was the only man she wanted to start her morning with. Midway through the program, excited voices floated through the swinging door.

“I’m telling you— they’re married. She won’t say anything but there’s no way they’re just girlfriends.” Both veteran teachers turned their heads at the newcomers with frowns in place. Y/n, the newest edition to the Abbott staff, winced almost instantly under both Barbara and Melissa’s gaze and quickly mimed a zipper over her lips. Barb smiled gratefully and turned back to the television, but Melissa’s eyes lingered a bit longer as they always seemed to do when the younger woman entered the room. And hard as she tried to keep her glare in place— once the teacher went back to her conversation quietly the frown melted into something softer. Almost curious.

Y/n Y/ln was something of a hot-button topic for Melissa. She’d started at the beginning of the school year, taking on the higher-grade English duties upstairs. And everyone seemed to love her. She’d flown in the week before classes started with a bright smile and brownies for the teachers. She’d spent her first month covering recesses and lunch duties for absolutely anyone who asked. And had even worked her way into some after-school clubs. She was everywhere. And after five months at Abbott, she still carried herself with the same level of joy and excitement she’d started with. It was infuriating if you asked Melissa. And Barb had asked her before. It seemed the reasons everyone else gravitated toward the new teacher were the exact reasons Melissa claimed made her dislike her. She was a kiss-ass, a pushover, and far too happy in the morning to not be doing some kind of drug. But every time Barb grilled her about it she never mentioned how distractingly shiny her hair was. Or how expressive her eyes were when she spoke about literally anything. And she all but refused to even think about how her eyes seemed almost glued to her figure whenever they passed each other in the hall during the day. She just couldn’t allow it. And she definitely wasn’t watching this morning as Y/n filled her cup of coffee and then exited the lounge with another teacher to continue her conversation.

Once she’d left the room, Melissa’s attention turned back to the television as if nothing happened. But there was Barbara, lips pursed knowingly and eyebrows set in a challenge.

“What?” Melissa asked, fighting the blush wanting to crawl up her neck. All Barb gave her in response was a pointed hum that told Melissa all she needed to know. She wasn’t fooling anybody.

“I can’t believe this is how you spend your free time. Here I was thinking you were reading Shakespearean Sonnets from three to eight when you actually just cyberbully Housewife fans.” Jacob laughed in disbelief as he leaned against the corner of Y/n’s desk.

“Okay first of all— Eileen Davidson’s delivery of ‘How dare you?’ after being called a Beast by Kim Richards was very Shakespearean. And secondly, cyberbully is a very strong word. I’m simply engaging in dialogue with my fellow Real Housewives fans. It’s not my fault I’m good at reasoning and evidence. Argumentation was my jam in college.” Y/n explained with a smile.

“So you’re saying you use your intelligence to cyberbully gay men and old ladies.”

“How rude, the Bravo-verse is not just for gay men and old ladies. It’s for everyone. I don’t discriminate on the forums— I’m an equal opportunity bully.”

“Huh, who knew there was such a sinister side to such a sweet woman.”

Y/n shrugged, “I’m multi-dimensional. Anyway, I brought all this up to run my lesson idea by you. We’re doing a unit on dialogue and I really think with some appropriately placed censors we can make it work.”

“Oh, That’s so engaging! And with so many franchises you can pull from quite a few scenes.” Jacob affirmed excitedly.

“Exactly. And it gives me an excuse to talk about my favorite show on the job.”

Lunch time came and the teachers found themselves in the lounge chatting idly at their assigned tables. Melissa’s glasses were perched on her nose as she scrolled through an article recounting the last episode. Jacob having leaned back in his chair, caught sight of the headline and instantly brightened.

“Oh Mel Mel, have I got an opportunity for community for you!”

Melissa slowly looked at the young man, unimpressed, “No thanks, I got more than enough community already.”

Jacob sighed at the woman’s lack of enthusiasm but trudged on, sure this opportunity would be up her alley. “Well, I just thought you’d take to the idea of arguing with people anonymously about the Real Housewives. There’s apparently a whole world of people discussing your programs online and from what I’ve heard they need some strong opinions to balance out the nonsense. I just think it might be nice for you to have a space to freely share your questionable takes about these extremely vapid women every week. A community is waiting for you.”

“Questionable takes? All of my takes are gold like my hatred for Eileen Davidson. That’s a very valid and based take. I’m always right. I don’t need no internet dummies telling me otherwise.”

“Well, when you realize I’m right and you start bullying randos online– I’ll be expecting a thank you.”

Melissa scoffed and watched as Jacob wrote the website down on a sticky note for her. “Huh, I’m sure you will be.”

She really wasn’t planning on looking at the website. She had no reason to. She was completely content to live with her Housewives thoughts. But then the Real Housewives of New York reboot episode was absolutely insane. And she needed to know if she was the only one in complete disbelief at this Puerto Rico trip. She pulled the sticky note from her purse and cautiously typed it in. She would only look at what was being discussed. Just a little peek.

MisterBravo: Am I the only one who HATES Meredith and Heather this season? #RHOSLC

4:00 PM in Real Housewives Board

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MeredithApologist: YES! YOU ARE.

HeathersReciepts: how can you hate the woman who brought us receipts, proof, timelines, screenshots?

Melissa chuckled quietly to herself as she read through the comments on the post. She hated to give Jacob any credit but this might actually be interesting. She continued to scroll until she found a recent post addressing the latest episode of RHONY.

Bravoholic: Deciding to play devil’s advocate tonight after tonight’s most recent episode. What are our thoughts on the RHONY reboot cast so far?

11:00 PM in Real Housewives Board

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She tapped into the replies and started skimming reactions. Lots of which she thought were stupid but not stupid enough to warrant a response of some kind. That was until she came across a crazy reply.

RepudiatedHousewives: Honestly, the trips just started and Brynn is already acting insane. Talk about a producer plant, am I right?

Now Melissa wasn’t a fan of Brynn but she also was smart enough to acknowledge Erin as a problem as well. Brynn didn’t stir things up all on her own. And also what kind of username is RepudiatedHousewives? Talk about pretentiousness. She couldn’t resist. She just had to respond.

RedHotPhilly11: repudiatedhousewives , you must be as pretentious and stupid as your username if you think Brynn is the only one producing this season. Erin is right there?

Y/n sat up immediately seeing the new reply flash across her screen. Pretentious and stupid? What the hell was this person’s beef? Brynn is a problematic producer plant, that’s just facts. So what if Erin gets wrapped up in her bullshit– she’s still better than Brynn.

RepudiatedHousewives: RedHotPhilly11– i’m assuming you’ve got your looks going for you if you’re pulling Erin into Brynn’s evil. Erin’s not perfect but Brynn is obviously the bigger issue here.

RedHotPhilly11: Yes, I’m hot. But that’s all you’re right about.

The forum shortly became Melissa’s most visited website. And she and this RepudiatedHousewives character loved going at it.

RHOAAddict: Rumor has it Phaedra Parks will be returning this season…thoughts on cast dynamics?

8:00 AM in Real Housewives Board

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RedHotPhilly11: Good! She’s kept Atlanta fun!

↳ RepudiatedHousewives: Incorrect– Bravo needs to make up with NeNe is they think they can save RHOA. Phaedra is actually a lawsuit waiting to happen. And she’d know, as a lawyer.

↳ RedHotPhilly11: Of course, you have so much to say.

↳ RepudiatedHousewives: Careful RedHotPhilly11, if you keep this up I’ll start thinkin you like me

RHONYLover: Calling all historians, Who’s the biggest villain in RHONY History?

10:00 PM in Real Housewives Board

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RedHotPhilly11: Aviva Drescher. Only right answer.

↳ RepudiatedHousewives: Wrong. It’s Brynn Whitfield.

↳ RedHotPhilly11: What are you, captain of the Brynn hate club?

↳ RepudiatedHousewives: Hell yeah! She won’t win in my lifetime.

↳ RedHotPhilly11: I feel like I have to admire your persistence but that feels to nice.

The morning after the finale episode of the season was a doozy. Both Melissa and Y/n had spent the evening going back and forth on the forum dissecting the drama that unfolded on screen. Other users had tried chiming into their conversation but both RedHotPhilly11 and RepudiatedHousewives refused to engage with anyone other than each other. And that energy seemed to carry into the teacher’s lounge that morning. Melissa was at her seat as usual, nursing her second cup of coffee as the news came to an end. And Y/n burst through the door with a sigh heading straight for the coffee machine. Her entrance obviously caught the attention of the other teachers but she was too busy mentally urging the coffee machine to brew faster to care.

“Woah, Shakespeare what’s up with you?” Jacob asked, sliding up next to the woman with a frown. “You’re never down here this late.”

“I had a rather late night so I decided to sleep in for a bit,” Y/n answered pulling the coffee to her chest with a sigh.

“Oh yes, too busy cyberbullying to get a proper night’s sleep?” The history teacher poked. At his jovial tease, the other teachers seemed to tune in. All eager to learn more about the English teacher.

“You cyberbully?” Janine asked incredulously from her spot next to Gregory. “That’s so mean, why would you do that?”

Y/n rolled her eyes and glared at Jacob pointedly before addressing Janine, “I do not cyberbully. I merely chat about television online. If people have bad opinions, I feel obligated to correct them.”

“Oh right, season finale for RHONY was last night. I’m sure you were lighting that little forum up, huh?”

“You know it. Although I’ve got this one person on the forum who replies to everything I post and we were going back and forth all night. They just know every button to push. Like last night, I was going off about the way Brynn was keke-ing with the producers after causing all that chaos the night before. A literal production plant! And then that RedHotPhilly11 comes in my replies arguing with me about facts! So we were going at it for quite a bit.” At Y/n’s words, Jacob’s eyes turned to Melissa curiously with a smile. Maybe the redhead had taken him up on his recommendation. And at her arched eyebrows and startled expression he was right.

“Wait a minute, you’re Repugnant Housewives?” Melissa’s hard voice piped in.

Y/n’s eyes widened in confusion, “Um no, I’m Repudiatedhousewives. How do you even know that?”

“Cause I’m the one pushing your buttons.”

”You’re RedHotPhilly11?” Y/n tilted her head in shock but that didn’t last long before a knowing smirk settled on her face. “Huh, now that I’m saying that out loud I’m not that surprised.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Melissa challenged, ready for another fight. Offline.

“You are hot.” Y/n shrugged easily. Everyone in the room seemed to freeze at her admission but she stood tall in her words and leveled Melissa with a knowing gaze. “What? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten our very first argument. Where you very boldly called my username pretentious and stupid.”

“Right right, and you said the only thing I had going for me was my looks,” Melissa smirked.

“And your only reply was that you’re hot. Again, can’t argue with facts.” Y/n snickered. “Wow, I can’t believe that of all the people on that forum we’ve been sparing with each other for the last 5 weeks. I didn’t even know you watched the housewives.”

“Who are you kidding, I’ve been watching longer than you’ve been alive kid.”

“Doubtful, I think I came out of the womb watching that franchise.” Y/n pushed up from her place at the counter to walk closer to Melissa’s table.

“Ah what do you know? You probably can’t even remember the original RHONY cast before this godawful reboot.” Melissa goaded, rising from her chair to look Y/n in the eyes.

“Wanna bet?” Y/n said and just as the women were closing the charged distance between them, Barbara reached up to pull Melissa back.

“Alright ladies, I think that’s enough fun for the morning. Why don’t we save this energy for your little chatroom, hm?”

Melissa shrugged and took her seat again working to push her irritation down. But as assessed her body– it wasn’t irritation she found. And Y/n found herself fighting the unexpected but familiar heat that a bossy beautiful woman could inspire within her. They both slinked back to their corners and everyone in the lounge exchanged curious looks over their heads. Not much later the school bell rang, and almost everyone dispersed. Except Y/n and Melissa. They eyed each other cautiously before Melissa broke the silence.

“Reunion part one, next week, my place. Bring wine.”

“Roger that, Red. Maybe we can tag team some poor souls while we’re at it.”

Melissa grinned at the prospect and nodded before heading out the door, “Now you’re speaking my language.”

Let’s just assume they’re still trying to get out of Bravo Forum jail.

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Compromised (1)

Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

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“You want a shot? Cause I want a shot.” Your friend Lisa grins, turning to the bartender. “Four shots of tequila please.” She smiles.

“Oh my god, Lisa.” You laugh. “Are you trying to kill us?” You ask.

“Nah, just trying to make sure we have a great time.” She laughs, grabbing the shots and heading back to the table with you.

The two of you sit there, each taking one shot as Lisa slinks back in her chair, crossing her arms and staring at you. “We need to get you laid.” She sighs. “It's been too long since you broke up with Felix.”

“It's only been a couple months.” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“Exactly! You probably have some cobwebs down there.” She says, shuddering at the thought.

You can't not roll your eyes again and laugh. “You're so dramatic.”

“Not to be more dramatic.” She begins. “There's the hottest guy behind you. But don't look.. not yet.” She says, sitting up. “Not yet…now! Look now.”

You turn your head, and you see a man sitting with some friends, laughing, drinking, and he makes your heart flutter. You really wanted to look away, but fuck, his smile was captivating. The way his eyes scrunched, throwing his head back as he laughed made you smile. You still can't look away, not until he turns his head, looking at you. Your eyes lock with him, you watch as his smile drops, his eyes searching yours, analyzing your face, looking at your body before looking back up to your face, his smile returning, even bigger than before.

“Go talk to him.” Lisa urges.

You break away, turning around to look back at Lisa, your eyes wide. “Absolutely not. There's no way he could ever be interested in me.” You laugh. “He's like.. like a fucking god.. and I'm…me.”

“Fuck off, you're hot as fuck and he'd be lucky to bag you.” She yells, taking her other shot. “and now he's coming over here. Buckle up bitch.” She giggles.

You hesitantly look back, seeing him walking over to you with an almost empty drink. You quickly take your shot, adjusting yourself as he stands at the edge of the table. “Hi ladies.” He smiles, looking at both of you.

“Hi.” You smile, looking up at him. He looks even better up close than he did from afar.

“I'm Chan.” He says, holding out his hand to you.

“Hi Chan. I'm Y/N, and this is my friend, Lisa.” You say, motioning to her.

He smiles and waves at Lisa but turns back to look at you. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asks. You look at Lisa who eagerly nods her head, trying to shoo you away.

“Sure please.” You smile, standing up. You walk to the bar with Chan coming closely behind you.

“I'll have a beer and Y/N? What would you like?” He asks.

“I'll take a vodka cran please.” You smile, sitting on a stool.

“So Y/N.. what do you do?” He asks, also sitting on a stool, his eyes never leaving yours.

Hours.

You and Chan sat at the bar for hours, talking about absolutely everything. From both of your families, hobbies, likes, dislikes, and jokes. He made you laugh harder than anyone has in a very long time and you can feel yourself starting to like him. Which you knew you shouldn't do, he was still basically a stranger and you had a tendency to fall too fast and too hard.

“I really want to kiss you.” He whispers. You smile, leaning in closer to him.

“I dare you.” you whisper.

Chan stands up, towering over you as you remain in your seat. He leans down, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss starts off soft and sweet, but quickly becomes needy and passionate as he slips his tongue into your mouth, you both deepening the kiss.

“Guys.” The bartender sighs, clearing his throat as he leans against the bar. “We're closed. You gotta go.”

You break the kiss, looking over at the bartender. “What?” You gasp, looking at your phone. 3am. “Oh my god, I didn't realize. I'm so sorry.” You say to the bartender, gathering your things. You look for Lisa but she's nowhere to be found, you hoped that she would be outside.

“Can I take you home?” Chan asks, stepping away from the stool.

“I have to find Lisa first.” You say, your head is still dizzy from that kiss.

“I'll help you.” He says. “Come, let's look outside.”

You follow behind him, leaving the bar, searching in the swarm of people for Lisa and you find her, standing around with a group of people talking.

“Lisa!” You yell. She shuffles towards you, wrapping her arms around you. “He wants to take me home.” You say to her.

She laughs.

“Let him take you home. And let him fuck you.” She whispers, giving you a small kiss on the cheek, going back to her new friends.

“If your offer still stands, I'd love for you to take me home.” You smile.

“It still stands. Wait here, I'll get us a cab.” He smiles, walking to the edge of the street with his hand in the air. A cab pulls over seconds later, he opens the back door for you to slide in and he gets in after you.

You tell the cab driver your address, your hands resting on your thighs. As the cab drives you're awfully aware of how close he sat to you, his thighs practically touching yours. His hands are mere inches away from yours. You glance over every so often, noticing his hands gradually getting closer to yours. You wanted nothing more than to kiss him again, it just felt so right. You look up at him, biting your lip, he smiles at you. His eyes dart between yours and your lips.

“Fuck it.” He smiles, leaning into you again, kissing you heavily in the back of the cab. Your tongues swirl around each other's, his hands roaming your body while you grab at his shirt.

“We're here.” the cab driver says, putting the car in park.

“Do you wanna come up for…coffee?” You ask, trying not to giggle. You'd never had a one night stand before, you weren't quite sure of the etiquette.

“I love coffee.” He says, paying the cab driver before you both get out of the car. Chan follows closely behind you, his hand resting on your lower back as you scan your key card to get in the front door of your building. Your breath hitches as you can feel him standing against you while you unlock the front door to your apartment. As soon as you open it and walk in, Chan shuts it behind the two of you. You take off your shoes, set your purse down and turn around to face him. Chan smiles at you before he walks towards you. He grabs you, picking you up, crashing his lips against yours once again. He walks around, your lips still attached to his as you murmur directions to your bedroom. He swiftly opens your bedroom door, effortlessly tossing you onto your bed. He crawls on, hovering over you, his hands roaming all over your body, placing sweet kisses over your jawline, moving down your neck and to your collarbone.

“Take it off.” You whisper, pulling at your shirt. Chan happily begins unbuttoning your shirt before giving up and ripping it open, buttons scattering around the room.

“Don't worry, I'll replace it.” He chuckles against your lips. He moves down, kissing your chest, down to your stomach, hovering above your waist where your pants began. Chan pulls down your pants, pulling your panties down as well, throwing them on the floor. He smirks as he licks his lips, sitting up to take off his shirt. You practically drool at the sight of him, fuck you wanted to lick his abs. He lays down, pulling you on top of him. “Ride my face.” He says.

You move yourself up hovering your cunt above his mouth. He grabs your hips, pulling you down where he begins to lick and suck on your clit while you ride his face, grinding yourself on his tongue.

“Oh my.. fuck.” You gasp, reaching behind you to unhook your bra, letting your tits out. Chan reaches up, grabbing them, pinching your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. You run your hands through your hair as you start grinding yourself a little harder against his mouth, moving your hands down to grip onto Chan’s hair now, pulling his head up deeper into you.

“just like that..” you gasp. “Please don't stop…don't… fuck.” You cry out as you cum, your body twitching as Chan still sucks your clit while you come down from your high.

You roll off his face, trying to catch your breath, as he stands up, taking his pants off. His hard cock strained against his jeans. He pulls them down, allowing it to spring free, his tip leaking precum. Before he can say anything, you crawl to the edge of the bed, taking him in your mouth. You swirl your mouth around his tip, licking his cum before you hollow out your cheeks, taking more of him in your mouth. He grabs a clump of your hair, thrusting his cock down your throat, making you gag.

“Christ.” He groans, throwing his head back. You wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping him while you suck, using your tongue to tease him, bringing him closer to the edge. “You gotta stop.” He gasps. “You're gonna make me cum before I get to fuck you.”

You let his cock go with a pop, smiling as you lick your lips, laying back down on the bed. You spread your legs, watching Chan crawl onto the bed, lifting your legs up over his shoulders while he lines himself up, pushing his cock deep inside you. You clench yourself around him, bucking your hips as he slides in and out of you, making you moan with each thrust.

“Mhm, fuck. You feel so good around my cock.” He groans, digging his fingers into your thighs as he holds on tightly to you, picking up his pace.

“Harder.. please Chan.” You whimper. He smirks as he thrusts faster, slamming his cock into you. You'd never been one to be loud, but fuck, with Chan you couldn't control it.

“Oh my god.” You moan, moving your fingers between your lips, rubbing your clit, desperately needing to cum again. Chan grunts, loving the sight of you playing with yourself while he rams his cock into you.

“Cum for me.. please.” Chan groans, his orgasm coming quickly. “Shit.”

You rub your clit a little faster, your second orgasm hitting you even harder than your first one. You cry out loudly as you cum over his cock, trembling beneath him as your chest heaves.

Chan pulls his cock out, wrapping his large hand around it as he pumps until he cums, shooting his warm cum all over your stomach. He groans loudly, collapsing his naked body beside you, as you both try and catch your breath.

Chan gets up first, wandering around, finding you a towel to clean yourself up with. “That was.. wow.” He laughs, slipping his clothes back on.

“It really was.” You smile, dropping your arm over your eyes. Before Chan can respond his phone starts to ring, making you wonder who was calling him at 5am?

“Hello?” He answers. “Now? Fuck okay, I'm on my way.” He says, slipping his phone back into his pocket. “I'm so sorry.” He sighs. “I have to go.” He pauses, putting on his shirt. “I'll call you.” He smiles, leaning down to kiss you.

“Wait!” You yell. “You don't even have my number…” Your voice fades. You lay there, hearing your door slam, sighing so loudly.

You were never going to see him again, were you?

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HAPPY NEW YEAR.....

WELCOME 2025

Lalisa Manoban x 2 male readers

8k words

( Ringing in the new year at ICONSIAM ✨ Wishing everyone a Happy New Year and cheers to greater things in 2025🙌 )

Lisa’s movement come to an abrupt halt as she stares at me in disbelief.

“Your friend Y/N2 wants to… what?”

Her brows furrows, a mixture of confusion and offense in her expression.

“Y/N, are you serious right now?”

I swallow hard, suddenly regretting bringing up such a sensitive topic in the midst of our sex session.

“I, well, he mentioned it to me, and I… I didn’t know how to respond. I wanted to ask you first, before making any decisions.”

Lisa’s eyes narrow, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

“Absolutely not. There is no way I am going to sleep with your friend, Y/N. I am with you, and you alone.”

Her voice drops to a low, warning tone.

“If Y/N2 even thinks about laying a hand on me, he’ll have to answer to me.”

I nod quickly, my hands raising in a placating gesture.

“Of course, of course. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up. It was stupid of me.”

I pull her close, pressing a contrite kiss to her forehead.

“You’re the only one for me, Lisa. I promise.”

A few moments later, Lisa’s eyes sparkle with a newfound excitement as she grinds her ass against my throbbing length.

“Is Y/N2’s cock really that huge, Y/N?”

She purrs, her voice dripping with curiosity.

“If you want me to find out, then I suppose I’ll have to agree to his request…”

With a deep, shuddering breath, Lisa leans in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss. When she pulls away, her expression is one of pure, unadulterated desire.

“Yes, Y/N… I want to be used by both of you. I want to feel your cocks stretching me, filling me to the brim. Please, make it happen.”

Her hips resume their sensual movements, her walls clenching around me in anticipation of the depraved acts to come. The though of being shared between us has her positively thrumming with excitement, and I can’t wait to see her fantasy become a reality.

I give Lisa’s bouncing ass a firm slap, eliciting a gasp of delight from her.

“Oh, my lily, you sure are an insatiable slut, aren’t you, baby?”

I growl, my grip on her hips tightening.

Lisa looks at me with a proud, sultry smile.

“Yes, Y/N, I am. But I’m only yours, my love.”

Her expressions turns coy as she adds,

“Though I suppose I could let your friend Y/N2 have a little fun with me as well. After all, I’d do anything for you.”

The thought of sharing Lisa’s luscious body with my friend has my blood boiling with a mix of possessiveness and excitement. I pull her down for a bruising kiss, my tongue plundering her mouth as I savor the taste of her.

“That’s my good girl,”

I murmur against her lips.

“I can’t wait to see you take us both. You’re going to be such a good little slut for us, aren’t you?”

Lisa’s eyes sparkle with excitement as she clenches my cock tighter.

“You were about to call Y/N2, right? Well, go ahead and do it! In fact face-time him, and I’ll tell him the good news myself.”

She giggles mischievously, positioning herself so the camera can clearly see her riding my shaft.

“I want him to see how I’m taking your cock, Y/N. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see how I ride cocks.”

With a wicked grin, Lisa reaches for my phone, her movements sensual and deliberate as she dials Y/N2’s number. The anticipation is palpable as we wait for him to answer, both of us eager to unveil our depraved plans.

As Y/N2’s face appears on the video call, the first thing he asks is whether Lisa has given permission. Lisa, who is currently riding my cock behind the camera, mouths the words

‘Y/N2 sure is eager.’

With a mischievous grin.

Reaching over, Lisa takes the phone from my hand and positions it towards her. With a sultry moan, she calls out Y/N2’s name.

“Ohh, Y/N2, yes darling, I accept your demand.”

Lisa’s hips continue their sensual movements, her walls clenching around my throbbing length as she speaks.

“I can’t wait to have you join us, Y/N2. The three of us are going to have so much fun together.”

She winks playfully, her free hand trailing down her body in a tantalizing display.

As Lisa ends the call, she tosses the phone aside and pulls me into a searing, passionate kiss. Breaking away, she shares her idea with a mischievous grin.

“What if we both fuck me tomorrow, before my big performance? Wouldn’t that be just so hot and awesome?”

I can’t help but slap her ass playfully, flipping her around so I can whisper into her ear.

“My, my, my sweet, loving girlfriend is giving such a deliciously slutty idea, hmm?”

I chuckle, nuzzling her neck.

“Well, who am I to deny such a tempting offer? Yes, baby, it’s going to be so much fun having you all to ourselves before you dazzle the crowd.”

My hands roam her body possessively, already eager for the depraved acts to come. The thought of sharing Lisa’s luscious form with my friend has my blood boiling with excitement. Tomorrow is going to be a night to remember, that’s for sure.

As I increase the speed of my thrusts, Lisa turns her head and smirks teasingly.

“Ooh, someone’s already excited. Come on, baby, give it to me as hard as you can.”

She clenches her walls around me, urging me on.

“Claim me, Y/N. I want you to fill me up with your cum.”

Her words only serve to stoke the fire burning within me. With a guttural groan, I grip her hips tighter and pound into her relentlessy, chasing my release. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the air, accompanied by Lisa’s breathy moans of pleasure.

Just as I feel the familiar coil of tension building, Lisa cries out, her walls fluttering around me. That’s all it takes to send me over the edge, and with a few more desperate thrusts, I spill myself deep inside her, claiming her as mine.

As I collapse onto Lisa's back, my spent cock still pulsing inside her, I quickly succumb to exhaustion, falling fast asleep. Lisa giggles softly, realizing her silly Y/N has worn himself out from our passionate lovemaking.

“Oh, my silly Y/N,”

she whispers, tenderly brushing the hair from my forehead.

“You fucked me so hard, you've only got tired and collapsed.”

She places a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“Sleep, my love. Tomorrow's a big day.”

With a contented sigh, Lisa settles in beside me, savoring the feeling of my softening length still nestled within her. She can't wait to see what delights the morning has in store.

Next morning as we enjoy a leisurely breakfast at the restaurant, I can’t resist whispering to Lisa,

“You remember, right? You’re getting used by me and Y/N2 today. Are you excited my love?”

Lisa’s eyes light up with anticipation, and she leans in close, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.

“Oh, Y/N, I’m positively thrilled!”

She paused, a mischievous glint in her gaze.

“Although, I do wonder… will Y/N2 be able to satisfy me the way you do??”

Her fingers trail teasingly along my arm.

“I suppose we’ll just have to find out, won’t we?”

The thought of sharing Lisa’s affections has my blood boiling though, but I can’t deny the excitement building within me. I pull her into a possessive embrace, my lips brushing against her ear.

“Don’t you worry, my darling. By the time we’re through with you, you won’t be able to walk straight.”

Lisa shivers with delight, already eagerly anticipating the depraved acts to come. The stage is set for an unforgettable 31st night filled with pleasure and passion.

Lisa leans in close, her breath tickling my ear as she whispers in a sultry tone.

“Oh, Y/N, you know I’m always unable to walk straight when someone other than you uses me. Like the managers, and now Y/N2, darling.”

She giggles, clearly delighting in my growing jealousy.

I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks as her words sink in. The thought of my girlfriend being shared with other, even if it’s at my own behest, stirs a possessive rage within me.

“Lisa, you’re mine,”

I growl, my grip on her tightening.

“No one else gets to have you like that.”

She merely laughs, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oooh, someone’s getting all jealous here. Don’t worry, my love, you know you’re the only one who can truly satisfy me.”

She places a teasing kiss on my lips.

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with Y/N2, too.”

After the breakfast we left for the venue.

As we arrive at the venue for Lisa’s performance, Y/N2 is already waiting there. The moment Lisa spots him, her eyes light up and she runs towards him, jumping into his arms. Without hesitation, she pulls him into a hungry, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth eagerly.

When they finally break apart, Lisa greets him with a coy smile.

“Y/N2, I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

She runs her fingers through his hair, her gaze smoldering with desire.

As I approach, Y/N2 shakes my hand, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Your girlfriend is truly an insatiable slut, isn’t she?”

He chuckles, glancing over at Lisa with a hungry look.

Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She pulls Y/N2 into another searing kiss, her body pressing against his.

“I’m so excited to see your cock, Y/N2,”

She purrs, breaking the kiss.

“I hope it’s big and thick, just the way I like it.”

Y/N2 responds by giving her ass a firm smack, eliciting a gasp of delight from Lisa.

“Don’t worry, slut. You’re going to be thoroughly used, I can promise you that.”

His voice is laced with a dominant, possessive tone.

Lisa jumps out of Y/N2’s arms, pulling him into another passionate kiss. Then, she turns to me, capturing my lips in a searing embrace as well. With a coy smile, she takes both of our hands, guiding us towards her changing room.

As we walk, Lisa leans in close, whispering string of filthy comments that have our blood boiling with excitement.

“I can’t wait to have you both inside me… I want to feel your thick cocks stretching me, filling me up. I’m going to be such a good little slut for you.”

The anticipation is palpable as we reach the privacy of her changing room, eager to indulge in the depraved acts to come.

Lisa hears the sound of the door closing, but she remains in Y/N2’s arms, savoring the taste of his mouth. After a few minutes, she breaks the kiss and jumps out of his embrace. With a mischievous giggle, she comes running towards me and pulls me into a possessive hug, her lips crashing against mine in a passionate kiss.

When she finally breaks away, Lisa is positively beaming, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Y/N, my love,”

She purrs, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

“I just couldn’t resist Y/N2’s temptation. But you know you’re the only one for me.”

She chuckles, her gaze darting between the two of us.

“Now, how about we have some real fun?”

Lisa turns to face Y/N2 under my hug, with my arms wrapped around her from behind, resting on her belly. She giggles a little, feeling slightly ticklish.

“So, Y/N2, how are you feeling?”

I ask, my voice low and anticipatory.

Lisa glances back at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She reaches a hand up to caress my cheek, then turns her attention to Y/N2, a sultry smile playing on her lips.

“Mmm, I can just feel the excitement building, can’t you, Y/N2?”

Her fingers trail down his chest, toying with the hem of his shirt.

“I hope you’re ready to have some real fun with us.”

Y/N2 settles into a nearby chair, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. I scoop Lisa up into my arms and carry her over to the couch, settling her comfortably on my lap. She giggles, mischievously, turning to face Y/N2.

“So, Y/N2, tell me – what is it about me that’s got you so captivated, hmm??”

Lisa purrs, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my thigh.

“Is it my seductive dance moves? My provocative performances?”

She bites her lips coyly.

“Or maybe it’s the way I twerk that really gets you going?”

Y/N2 leans forward, his gaze locked on Lisa’s every movement.

“It’ all of it, Lisa”

He admits, his voice thick with desire.

“Watching you on stage, moving your body so sensually – it’s been driving me wild. I can’t wait to finally get my hands on you.”

Lisa giggles, her hips shifting subtly in my lap.

“Well then, Y/N2, I hope you’re ready. Because Y/N and I are going to make all your fantasies come true.”

Lisa giggles shyly, her cheeks flushing with excitement.

“Thanks, Y/N2. And yes, I always do it for my horny fans.”

She winks playfully.

“And look, you’re one of them – you get the opportunity to actually lay your hands on me. Yay, how cool and exciting for you… and for me!”

Her hips shift subtly in my lap, teasing Y/N2 with a tantalizing glimpse of her alluring form. The anticipation is palpable as the three of us bask in the promise of the depraved acts to come.

“Can we start now? To fuck her?”

Y/N2 asked in hesitation.

Lisa giggles at Y/N2’s hesitation, amused by his eagerness.

“Yes, yes, of course you can, darling,”

She purrs, her fingers trailing down her chest.

“But…”

Her expression turns coy as she looks up at him.

“Did you remember to bring condoms, Y/N2?”

Y/N2’s face falls as he realizes he’s forgotten that crucial detail. His brow furrows in concern.

“Oh… no, I didn’t. I didn’t think to bring any.”

“I – I thought… you’d let me do it raw, so I didn’t bring any condoms.”

Lisa pretends to be shocked, her eyes widening in feigned surprise.

“What?! Let you do it raw? You’re not even my boyfriend! How could I possibly let you do that?”

She giggles, clearly enjoying Y/N2’s discomfort.

Lisa stands up from my lap, moving with a seductive sway in her hips as she approaches Y/N2. She gracefully settles herself on his lap, gazing at him with smoldering eyes. Without hesitation, she pulls him into a hungry, passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth.

“Maybe then you’ll just have to enjoy the kissing, Y/N2.”

She purrs teasingly, breaking the kiss.

“At least for now.”

Lisa giggles, her fingers tracing the outline of his lips before she leans in for another searing embrace.

As Lisa continues kissing Y/N2 passionately, he resigns himself to the fact that he may not be able to fully satisfy his carnal desires with her today. Realizing he might lose even the chance to kiss and caress her body, Y/N2 decides to make the most of the situation. His hands begin to roam over Lisa's curves, gently squeezing her ass as he savors the feeling of her soft skin and the taste of her lips.

Lisa hums in approval, grinding her hips teasingly against Y/N2's lap. She knows she holds all the power here, and she revels in the control she has over the two men. Breaking the kiss, she looks at Y/N2 with hooded eyes, her voice dripping with seduction.

“Mmm, that’s it, Y/N2. Enjoy the taste of me while you can.”

As Lisa continues pleasuring Y/N2 with her mouth, still maintaining her coy play, I approach them and playfully spank her ass.

“Stop teasing him, lily. He came here to enjoy, not to be teased by you.”

Lisa breaks the kiss, giving me a scolding glance.

“Silly, you ruined my plan!”

She then turns back to Y/N2, a bright smile on her face.

“Don’t worry, Y/N2. You can have me raw.”

Lisa’s words send a jolt of excitement through Y/N2, and he pulls her into another passionate kiss, his hands roaming her body with newfound fervor. Lisa melts into his embrace, eager to fulfil his every desire.

Lisa stands up from Y/N2's lap, pushing me playfully to sit on the chair as well. With a seductive sway of her hips, she begins a tantalizing strip tease for the both of us. Fully embracing her inner slut, Lisa performs a series of provocative dance moves - intentionally spreading her legs, twerking her pert ass, and slowly peeling off her clothes layer by layer.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she teases us, her movements fluid and sensual. The sound of fabric rustling and the occasional gasp or moan from Lisa only heightens the erotic atmosphere. Y/N2 and I watch, transfixed, as more and more of her flawless skin is revealed, our desire building with each passing second.

Finally, Lisa stands before us in nothing but her lacy black lingerie, her chest heaving with excitement. With a coy smile, she hooks her fingers under the delicate fabric, pausing for a moment to savor the anticipation. Then, in one swift motion, she removes the last barrier, leaving her gloriously nude before our hungry gazes.

As Y/N2 sees Lisa completely naked for the first time, his eyes widen in awe.

“Oh my god, she’s so beautiful!”

I agree, nodding enthusiastically.

“Yeah, she is, right?”

Y/N2’s gaze roams hungrily over Lisa’s form.

“God damn right, Y/N. She’s so beautiful, hot, and sexy. Look at those curves, that shaved pussy, and those perfectly round boobs. She’s a total piece of meat, a rape fantasy come true.”

Lisa giggles playfully at Y/N2’s crass objectification of her. She saunters over to him, a scolding yet coy look on her face.

“Y/N2, you naughty boy. How dare you call me a ‘rape meat’?”

Her voice drops to a sultry purr.

“Although… I can’t stay I entirely disagree with you.”

Y/N2 grins unapologetically.

“I can’t help it, Lisa. You’re just too perfect, too tempting. You’re the ultimate rape fantasy, and I want nothing more than to make it a reality.”

Lisa comes close to us, taking both of our hands and standing us up. She pulls Y/N2 into a deep, passionate kiss, her body pressed against his. As they kiss, I move behind Lisa, my body brushing against her bare back and ass. Y/N2 breaks the kiss, his hands roaming Lisa's curves, worshiping her ample breasts. Meanwhile, I reach around from behind, my fingers gently teasing and caressing her already wet, sensitive clit.

Lisa moans softly into Y/N2's mouth, her hips rocking back against my touch. The air is thick with desire as we all indulge in the sensual exploration of her body.

I nibble playfully on Lisa’s earlobes, gently blowing air into her ear as Y/N2 continues worshiping her body. Lisa hums in pleasure, her hands gently caressing Y/N2’s hairs.

“Mmm, Y/N2, tell me – how long have you craved me like this?”

She asks, her voice dripping with seduction as she leans into his touch.

Y/N2 pauses, his gaze locked on Lisa’s face.

“Ever since I first saw you perform, Lisa. Your captivating stage presence, your sensual movements – they’ve been driving me wild. I’ve wanted nothing more than to have you, to worship every inch of your perfect body.”

His hands squeeze her breasts reverently.

Lisa shivers with delight, pressing herself closer to Y/N2.

“Then what are you waiting for, hmm?”

She purrs, her eyes gleaming with wanton desire.

“Take me, Y/N2. Show me how much you want me.”

Y/N2 and I continue our tender ministrations, worshipping every inch of Lisa’s captivating body. We take turns kissing her, setting a 10 minutes timer to ensure equal time with our beloved. I take her left nipple int my mouth, gently suckling, while Y/N2 attends to the right. However, Y/N2’s eagerness gets the better of him, and he nips Lisa’s perky bud a little too firmly.

Lisa lets out a playful gasp, slapping Y/N2’s head lightly.

“Naughty boy!”

She scolds, pouting adorably.

“You need to be more gentle with these sensitive little things.”

She giggles, guiding his mouth back to her breast, silently urging him to make it up to her.

Lisa giggles shyly at Y/N2’s request, her cheeks flushing with excitement.

“You want to see me perform ‘Money’ completely naked, hmm?”

She bites her lip coyly.

“Well, who am I to deny such a devoted fan?”

Pushing us both back onto the couch, Lisa cues up the music and begins swaying her hips to the beat. As the song progresses, she incorporates extra provocative, sensual steps, accentuating the movements of her naked body. Her pert breasts jiggle deliciously with each roll of her hips, and her toned ass cheeks ripple as she twerks shamelessly.

Her movements were impeccable. Controlled and precise, showing that she was a true professional. Lisa danced, she was currently spinning on the floor with her legs completely open. After a few minutes of hypnotic dancing, she took a couple of steps to cover the distance between her and Y/N2, standing directly in front of him. Without saying a word, she put her hand on his shoulder and began to sway to the rhythm of the song. Soon she began to spin around you, getting closer and closer to his body. Now Y/N2 could better appreciate her beauty, which was truly stunning, but he could also see from a closer distance how delicious her curves were.

Y/N2’s eyes are glued to Lisa’s mesmerizing performance, and he quickly sheds his own clothes, stroking his already hard cock at the sight before him. It was when she passed in front of us that Y/N2 was able to see just how bubbly and juicy her ass is, and her buttocks are, and how they bounced lustfully with each step. Each sound of her legs touching the ground was accompanied by a tremor in her ass and thighs. That not just drove Y/N2 but me crazy as well. Lisa’s gaze flickers to Y/N2, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she continues her seductive dance.

As the part of the choreography where Lisa spreads her legs arrives, Y/N2 cheers enthusiastically, stroking his cock faster at the sight. Lisa holds nothing back, shamelessly displaying her bare, glistening pink pussy as she continues her seductive dance. She improvises the choreography, incorporating even more provocative, slutty movements that have Y/N2 transfixed.

Lisa’s hips sway and gyrate with unbridled sensuality, her pert breasts bouncing with each roll. She locks eyes with Y/N2, a coy smile playing on her lips as she twerks shamelessly, putting on a show just for us. The air is thick with desire as we drink in every inch of her flawless, nude form.

Just as Lisa is about to finish her seductive dance, Y/N2 can no longer her desire. He stands up and rushes towards her, turning her around hungrily. Lisa giggles and purrs,

“oh my, my, look at you – so really hungry for me.”

Y/N2 gently whispers into her ear,

“Lisa, may I… may I fuck your thighs?”

His voice is thick with need.

Lisa immediately gives him permission, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Y/N2 gently pushes Lisa’s upper body down, guiding her into a standing doggy position. With a soft moan, he slides his magnificent cock between her slick thighs, the tip brushing against her glistening folds. Y/N2 begins to thrust, his hips rocking as he fucks Lisa’s thighs, her arousal coating his shaft.

Y/N2 moans as he continues thrusting between Lisa’s slick thighs, his cock glistening with her arousal.

“Fuck, your girlfriend is coating my cock with her juices. She’s such a little slut, isn’t she?”

He says, glancing over at me.

I chuckle, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, she loves taking cocks.”

“I always knew she was a total slut after seeing her performances.”

Y/N2 chuckled.

Lisa fake coughs, feigning annoyance.

“I can hear you two, you know,”

She huffs, through her tone is playful.

“But I suppose you’re right – I do love being a slut for my adoring fans.”

She glances back at Y/N2, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Now, are you going to keep talking, or are you going to fuck me properly??”

Y/N2 tugs firmly on Lisa’s hair, his voice low and commanding.

“Not before you beg us to fuck you, slut.”

Lisa smiles, relishing Y/N2’s dominant tone.

“Ooh, dominance, huh Y/N2? Well then…”

She looks at us with pleading eyes.

“Please, boys, please fuck me properly. I need your cocks inside me, right now!”

Y/N2 and I exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between us. Just then, a knock comes at the door.

“Lisa? It’s one of your backup dancers. There’s only an hour left before the performance!”

A voice calls out from the other side.

Lisa’s eyes widen with urgency.

“Oh god, now boys, please! I only have an hour. Can you please fuck me already??”

We agree to Lisa’s desperate plea, and gently guide her to the couch. She sits down, her eyes rolled back, tongue darting out, legs spread wide to give us a full view of her glistening pussy and puckered asshole.

Before we can begin, I stop Y/N2.

“Hey, let’s play a quick game of rock-paper-scissors. Whoever wins gets to take Lisa’s ass.”

Y/N2 grins eagerly.

“Deal. I’m fine with losing, as long as I get to enjoy that sweet pussy of Lisa Manoban. That’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

We play three intense rounds, and I emerge victorious. Y/N2 lets out a dramatic sigh, but the excitement in his eyes is palpable.

“Alright, you win. But don’t think I’m going to go easy on that pussy of hers!”

As we both approach Lisa, she eagerly wraps her legs around Y/N2’s waist, her hands gripping his shoulder for support. Y/N2 aligns his throbbing cock with her glistening, welcoming pussy lips, pausing for a moment.

“Are you sure she can handle this, Y/N?”

He asks in concern.

I chuckle, positioning myself behind Lisa.

“Bro, you said it yourself – she’s a total slut. I bet she can take five cocks at once, one in each hole and two in her hands.”

Lisa glanced back at me over her shoulder, a playful pout on her lips.

“You’re going to pay for all this slut-shaming when Y/N2’s not around, mister Y/N!”

She scolds, before turning her attention back to Y/N2.

“Now, what are you waiting for? Fuck me already!”

Lisa gently presses and pushes Y/N2’s cock into her welcoming pussy. She giggles a little at his little cautiousness, she then pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss. As they break apart, Lisa looks at him with hooded eyes.

“Don’t worry about hurting me, Y/N2. I want you to treat me like the ‘rape meat’ you called me earlier.”

Her voice drops to a sultry purr.

“I want you to ram your cock down my pussy, all the way to my womb. Rape the shit out of me, Y/N2. Fill me with your unbreakable lust.”

Lisa’s words ignite a primal desire within Y/N2. With a guttural groan, he grips her hips and begins to thrust into her roughly, his cock pounding her cervix. Lisa cries out in ecstasy, her nails racking down his back as she meets his every savage stroke.

As Y/N2 pounds into Lisa’s pussy with wild abandon, she turns her head over her shoulder and playfully scolds me.

“What are you waiting for, Y/N? We only have 45 minutes left!”

Her voice is laced with urgency and a hint of mischief. I quickly move in behind her, aligning my throbbing cock with her tight, puckered asshole. With a firm grip on her hips, I begin to push inside, stretching her deliciously as I fill her up.

Lisa cries out, her body trembling with the sensation of being so thoroughly stuffed. She rocks her hips, impaling herself on both our cocks, her inner walls clenching around us in ecstasy. The air is thick with the sounds of our frenzied lovemaking, the impending deadline only adding to the intensity.

Y/N2 grips Lisa’s hips, guiding her to bounce on both our throbbing cocks. As he eases the work for me, I take the opportunity to reach around and squeeze her ample breasts, pinching and teasing her sensitive nipples. Lisa cries out in pleasure, her body trembling with the sensation.

“Ohhh, yes, don’t stop! Fuck me harder, use me like the dirty slut I am!”

She moans, her eyes wild with lust. She arches her back, pressing her chest into my hands ass she rides us with wanton abandon.

The air is thick with the sounds of our frenzied coupling – the slick slide of our cocks, the wet smack of flesh on flesh, and Lisa’s desperate cries of ecstasy. Time seems to stand still as we lose ourselves in the throes of passion, determined to wiring every last drop of pleasure from our shared encounter.

Y/N2 slows down the pace, guiding Lisa’s movements up and down our throbbing cock at an agonizingly slow tempo. With each downward thrust, he presses her body firmly against us, burying our shafts to the hilt within her quivering, slick heat.

Lisa moans throatily, her head thrown back in ecstasy. She clenches her inner muscles, milking our cocks as we fill her completely. The delicious friction and the feeling of being so utterly stuffed has her teetering on the edge of orgasm.

“Yes, that’s it! Fuck me, use me, make me your dirty little slut!”

She cries, her nails digging into Y/N2’s shoulders as she rides us with wanton abandon.

As Y/N2 maintains the slow, deliberate pace, I challenge him with a playful grin.

“If this tempo goes on for another 15 seconds, I bet Lisa’s going to cum like a bitch in heat.”

Y/N2’s eyes widen in disbelief.

“No way, that’s impossible!”

I chuckle, pulling out my phone and setting a timer for 15 seconds.

“Let’s put it to the test then.”

Y/N2 resumes the agonizingly slow thrusts, determined to prove me wrong. But as the timer ticks down, Lisa’s body begins to tremble, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our throbbing cocks.

“Ohh fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

She cries out, her voice rising in pitch as the orgasm overtakes her. Her back arches, and she gushes around us, drenching our groins in her hot, sticky release. Her eyes rolled back, tongue darting out making a cute expression.

The timer hit zero, and I grin triumphantly at Y/N2.

“Told you so.”

Lisa’s body trembles with the intensity of her climax, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our throbbing cocks. As the waves of ecstasy subside, Y/N2 playfully spank her ass cheeks, one after the other, before pulling her into a hungry, passionate kiss.

“Wow, Lisa, you really are a bitch in heat, aren’t you?”

Y/N2 growls, gazing down at the wet floor, drenched in her copious squirt.

“Just look at you – you’ve made such a mess.”

Lisa giggles at Y/N2 appreciation, then turns her head to me, pulling me into a deep, sensual kiss. Her tongue dances with mine as she shares the lingering taste of our combined fluids.

I glance over at Y/N2 with a mischievous grin.

“Would you like to see her cum again?”

Y/N2 furrows his brow in confusion.

“But she just came, Y/N. How can she –”

His words are cut off as I gently touch Lisa’s sensitive pussy, sending her into a mind-shattering orgasm around Y/N2’s cock.

“Ohhh my goddd!”

Y/N2 exclaims loudly, his eyes wide with amazement as Lisa’s inner walls clench and flutter around him.

Lisa’s back arches, her entire body trembling with the intensity of her release. Waves of ecstasy wash over her as she cries out in blissful abandon, her juices gushing forth to coat our throbbing shafts.

As Lisa’s mind-shattering orgasm continues to wash over her, Y/N2 cannot hold back any longer. He starts thrusting into her relentlessly, chasing his own pleasure without regard for the sensitivity of her climaxing body. Lisa cries out, her nails digging into Y/N2’s back as he fucks her through the aftershocks.

When the final waves of her orgasm finally subside, Lisa playfully scolds Y/N2.

“Hey, you big brute! Couldn’t you have waited until I was done?”

She pouts, but her eyes sparkle with mischief.

“I swear, you boys have no patience.”

Y/N2 kisses Lisa brutally and hungrily, growling against her lips.

“Yes, I have no patience,”

He snarls, before ramming into her pussy with brute force and a relentless pace.

Seeing Y/N2’s primal hunger, I also start going bonkers, pounding Lisa’s tight asshole with wild abandon. Her cries of ecstasy fill the air as we use her body without mercy, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from our shared encounter.

Lisa’s eyes roll back, her mind hazy with the overwhelming sensations. She revels in the feeling of being so thoroughly dominated and stuffed, her inner walls clenching rhythmically around our thrusting cocks.

“Yes, that’s it! Fuck me harder, make me your dirty little slut!”

She moans, her voice dripping with wanton lust.

Y/N2 growls between his relentless thrusts, his voice dripping with dominance.

“That’s right, Lisa, degrade yourself. Tell us how much of a dirty slut you are – how you’re nothing but an object for our desires.”

Lisa’s eyes shine with a mix of lust and submission. she meets Y/N2’s gaze, her voice trembling with wanton need.

“I’m just a filthy whore, a worthless fuck toy for you to use however you please. Please, keep degrading me, make me feel like the pathetic slut I am!”

I groan in approval, pounding her ass even harder in response to her shameless words. The room is filled with obscene sounds of our brutal coupling, punctuated by Lisa’s desperate cries of pleasure.

As the intensity of our intimate encounter reaches a fever pitch, Y/N2 and I reluctantly pull ourselves away from Lisa’s enticing body. We know she has a performance to attend to, and we wouldn’t want to jeopardize her career.

Carefully, we help Lisa to her feet and begin dressing her in the stage outfit, ensuring her upper body is covered and presentable. But we can’t resist the temptation to leave our throbbing cocks exposed, still buried deep within her welcoming holes.

Once we reach the backstage area, we position Lisa on a metal rod, with her ass hanging behind and her glistening pussy on full display. This way, we can continue to use her body as we please, satisfying our carnal desires while she prepares to wow her adoring fans.

Lisa looks up at us with a mix of apprehension and excitement, knowing that she’s at our mercy. But deep down, she relishes the thrill of being so brazenly and publicly used. Her body trembles with anticipation as we retake our positions, ready to claim her once more.

As we continue our relentless assault Lisa’s body, the intensity of our thrusts becomes almost overwhelming. Lisa turns her head back, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I… I can’t handle this much pleasure. Please, slow down, Y/N.”

She pleads, her eyes filled with a mix of ecstasy and discomfort.

Hearing the genuine distress in her voice, I immediately call out to Y/N2.

“I think we should slow down, now! We don’t want to hurt her.”

Y/N2, sensing the shift in the mood, eases up on his pace, allowing Lisa to catch her breath. Though the lust coursing through us is strong, we both know that Lisa’s wellbeing is also necessary. We can’t risk pushing her beyond her limits, no matter how tempting it may be.

Lisa visibly relaxes, her body no longer trembling with the sheer force of our movements. She looks back at me with a grateful smile, silently acknowledging that I’ve put her needs first. In this moment, it’s clear that she’s not just a plaything, but my beloved girlfriend – the centre of my world.

As we slow our pace to accommodate Lisa’s comfort, she suddenly slaps us both playfully.

“Hey, come on now! I’m The Lisa Manoban, you know? You can fuck me harder and faster than this.”

She giggles seductively, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Come on, boys, please be a little harder and faster. Your little slut Lisa needs some good, hard pounding.”

She bites her lip, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.

“But don’t be too fast and hard, okay? I don’t want to break just yet.”

Her words ignite our primal desires once more. With renewed vigor, we begin to thrust into her more force and speed, drawing desperate cries of pleasure from Lisa’s lips. She meets our every stroke, her body undulating in ecstasy as we claim her again and again.

As Y/N2 expresses his desire to climax, I quickly intervene.

“Wait, wait, Y/N2. Let’s do this properly.”

Y/N2 pauses his thrusting, and together we carefully lift Lisa up from the metal rod she was perched on. Positioning ourselves at the entrance of her glistening pussy, I warn her playfully.

“Alright, lily, get ready. Y/N2 and I are going to double-penetrate your pussy, we’re going in at the same time.”

Lisa looks at us with a confident, seductive gaze.

“Bring it on, boys. I can handle it.”

She bites her lip, eagerly anticipating our simultaneous intrusion. With a nod, Y/N2 and I align our throbbing cock at her welcoming entrance. On the count of three, we thrust forward in unison, stretching Lisa’s pussy to its limits as we bury ourselves deep inside her slick, pulsing pussy.

Lisa’s scream of surprise quickly morphs into a desperate moan as Y/N2 and I simultaneously thrust our throbbing cocks into her dripping pussy. Her inner walls clench madly around our invading shafts, desperately trying to accommodate the double penetration.

“Haha, you’re clenching us so hard, lily,”

I tease, earning a playful pout from her.

“Shut up and cum already!”

She huffs, her voice laced with urgency.

“I’m getting late for my performance!”

Despite her feigned annoyance, the wild look in her eyes betrays her true excitement. She rocks her hips, impaling herself deeper on our rigid lengths, chasing the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her.

The air is this thick with the obscene sounds of our frenzied coupling, but Lisa refuses to let the sensations distract her from her professional obligation. With a determined glint, she urges us on, her body trembling with the effort to hold back her own climax.

“Come on, boys, give me what I need! I don’t have all night,”

She pants, her nails digging into Y/N2’s shoulders as she rides us with wanton abandon.

Y/N2 and I synchronize our movements, creating a steady rhythm where our cocks alternate thrusting into Lisa’s dripping pussy. As my shaft withdraws, Y/N2’s plunges in, filling her to the brim before retreating. We maintain this relentless pace, fucking Lisa with wild hunger, yet holding back our own climaxes for the moment.

Lisa’s eyes are wild with ecstasy, her body trembling with each powerful thrust. She cries out in blissful abandon, her nails digging into Y/N2’s shoulders as she rides us with wanton desperation. The sounds of our coupling echo through the backstage area, but Lisa seems oblivious to anything but the pleasure coursing through her.

“Yes, that’s it! Don’t stop, keep fucking me!”

She moans, her voice dripping with lust. We can tell she’s dangerously close to the edge, but we refuse to her let her fall over just yet. We want to prolong this delicious torment, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy before finally granting her the release she craves.

As Y/N2 abruptly pulls out of her dripping pussy, Lisa looks up at him with a desperate, tense expression.

“What happened? What’s going on?”

Y/N2 smacks her ass cheeks firmly.

“I wouldn’t miss the chance of getting my cock a taste of your famous divine tight ass, even if the world was ending.”

He growls.

Lisa giggles at Y/N2’s eagerness, then turns her attention to me.

Twerking on my cock, she bounces her ass up and down, silently inviting Y/N2 to claim her waiting her asshole. Y/N2 wastes no time, positioning himself at Lisa’s puckered entrance.

With a firm thrust, he buries his throbbing shaft deep inside her tight rear, drawing a sharp gasp from Lisa’s lips. She clenches around him, her body trembling with the sensation of being so thoroughly filled.

“Yes, that’s it! Fuck my ass, you dirty boy,”

Lisa moans, her voice dripping with wanton lust. She grinds her hips, savouring the delicious friction as Y/N2 begins to her relentlessly.

As Y/N2 pounds into Lisa’s tight, clenching ass, he exclaims in amazement.

“Now I understand why you always used to call her the ‘ANAL QUEEN’ whenever we talked, Y/N! Sheesh, Lisa, you have such a tight ass no wonder he gives you that nickname!”

Lisa’s eyebrows furrow, and she turns her head towards me, a playful scolding in her voice.

“You addressed me as the ‘ANAL QUEEN’ to another man? You silly, naughty boy! I’m going to punish you for this, 100%.”

She reaches back and gives my thigh a firm slap, her eyes gleaming with mischief. Tightening her grip on my cock, she begins to ride me and Y/N2 with renewed vigor, determined to make me pay for my indiscretion – though we both know she’s secretly delighted by the moniker.

Y/N2 leans in close to Lisa’s ear, his voice low and ragged as he maintains his punishing thrusts into her tight ass.

“Tell me, Lisa… Do you like getting fucked like this? By your boyfriend and a stranger, you just met?”

Lisa’s eyes flutter closed, a shudder of pure pleasure rippling through her body. She turns her head slightly, locking eyes with Y/N2 as she answers in a sultry whisper.

“Yes, I love it… being used and shared like a common whore. It makes me feel so dirty and alive.”

She clenches her inner muscles, drawing delicious friction from our invading cocks. Throwing her head back, she moans wantonly, uncaring of who might overhear her moans.

“Don’t stop, please… I need you both to use me, to fill me up until I can’t take anymore!”

“Who do you prefer more Lisa? Me or your boyfriend?”

Y/N2’s question hangs in the air, his gaze burning with a mix of curiosity and lust. Lisa pauses, her eyes flitting between the two of us as she considers her answers. After a moment, a coy smile spreads across her lips.

“Hmm, that’s a tough one. You both feel so good inside me, it’s hard to choose.”

She tightens her inner muscles, drawing a groan from each of us.

“But if I had to pick…”

Her voice drops to a sultry whisper.

“I think I prefer my boyfriend’s cock. There’s just something special about the way you fill me up, Y/N.”

With that, she leans in and captured my lips in a searing kiss, her hips rolling in a steady rhythm as she rides us both.

Y/N2 growls, his eyes gleaming with a predatory hunger.

“Good, because I’m just getting started. I’m going to destroy your ass and make you unable to walk by the time I’m done with you.”

Hearing the intensity in Y/N2’s voice, I lean in and whisper a gentle caution.

“Easy there, boi. Don’t be too harsh – I don’t my lily hurt.”

Lisa looks back at us, her gaze filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She knows Y/N2 is capable of being rough, but she also trusts that we’ll take care of her. With a coy smile, she clenches her inner muscles, drawing a groan from both us.

“Don’t worry, boys. I can handle whatever you dish out,”

She purrs, her voice dripping with wanton need.

“In fact, I’m counting on you to push me to my limits.”

Y/N2’s grip on her hips tightens, and he resumes his punishing thrusts, determined to fulfil Lisa’s desires. I maintain a steadier pace, mindful of her comfort, but equally eager to see how far we can take her before the night is through.

As Y/N2 abruptly removes his cock from Lisa’s tight ass and thrusts it into her pussy alongside mine, he apologizes.

“Sorry about that, I’m just getting really close and I need to dump my load inside you.”

Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Dump your load, huh? Am I your little cum dumpster now? Hmm, I like the sound of that.”

She flashes us a coy smile, then contorts her face into an exaggerated ahegao expression.

“Come on now, boys. Dump your cum in this, your little cum dumpster Lisa.”

The sensation of our cocks stretching and filling her pussy to the brim send Lisa into a frenzy of pleasure. She clenches down on us, her body trembling as she rides us with wanton abandon. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoes through the backstage area, mingling with Lisa’s desperate moans.

Y/N2 and I feel our climaxes rapidly approaching. With a few more brutal thrusts, we both let out guttural groans as we unleash our pent-up seed deep inside Lisa’s welcoming womb. She cries out in ecstasy, her inner walls milking every last drop from our twitching shafts.

As we begin to withdraw our softening cocks from Lisa’s well-used pussy, she suddenly realizes that we’re still releasing the last spurts of our orgasm. With a look of surprise, she hurriedly and clumsily pushes our shafts back inside her, determined not to waste a single drop.

Y/N2 and I can’t help but chuckle at her adorable desperation. Lisa pouts playfully and scolds us.

“Hey, you two! Why didn’t you stop cumming already? I’m trying to keep it all inside here, you know.”

She grinds her hips, milking the last remnants of our release from our sensitive members. Her inner walls flutter and clench, determined to wring every last bit of our seed from our spent cocks.

“Silly girl,”

I tease, reaching up to caress her flushed cheek.

“You just can’t get enough, can you?”

Lisa giggles, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What can I say? You boys know how to satisfy your little cum dumpster.”

After a marathon 15-minute orgasm, our spent cocks finally stop pulsing inside Lisa’s well-used pussy. She lets out a satisfied sigh as we withdraw, then turns to playfully scold us.

“Who cums for 15 minutes, huh? Hungry, insatiable, dirty boys?”

She shakes her head in mock exasperation, but the mischievous glint in her eyes betrays her true delight.

As Lisa turns to put on the rest of her outfit, she realized that her pussy is leaking our combined fluids. She sighs, shooting us another playful glare.

“Really, you two? I’m going to be dripping with your cum all through my performance, aren’t i?”

Y/N2 chuckles, admitting that he forgot to bring her panties when we left the dressing room. Lisa rolls her eyes, understanding that we intentionally left them behind, eager to keep her in a state of delicious, messy arousal.

With a resigned yet amused expression, Lisa sets about tidying herself up ass best she can, knowing full well that our potent seed will be seeping from her well-fucked pussy for the duration of her show. The thought of performing in such a debauched state only serves to heighten her excitement, and she can’t wait to take the stage and drive her adoring fans wild.

As Lisa takes the stage, her energy and enthusiasm are palpable. Despite the copious amounts of our combined seed sloshing within her, she performs with her trademark vigor, captivating the audience with her mesmerizing dance moves and powerful vocals.

Throughout her set, Lisa is constantly seen touching her belly, almost as if she’s trying to hold our virile cum inside her.

Whenever the choreography calls for her to squat down, she visibly avoids the motion, no doubt in an effort to prevent out cum from spilling out and betraying her debauched state.

The audience is none the wiser, enthralled by Lisa’s flawless stage presence. But beneath the Venner of professionalism, she’s acutely aware of the simmering arousal and the telltale wetness between her thighs – a delicious reminder of the depraved tryst that preceded her performance.

( A/N - will post the part 5th of the debt series when i reach 400 followers and the last part on 500 followers.😊😊, hope you like this story 😊😊.)

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Random posts on the TL from MC ... I love how even in the game all the boys comment on MCs posts

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misshuntermc: bad bitch with a baddie friend

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liiisa_: with a baddie friend

↳ talkthat_tara: I love seeing two bad bitches ↳ misshuntermc: two bad bitches ↳ liiisa_: two bad bitches be friends

_thedrzayne: Pretty girl 🩵

skye.109: Gorgeous 😮‍💨

↳ liiisa_: me? ↳ skye.109: No ↳ liiisa_: 🥲

seagod_raf_: why are you so fine wtf 🫠🫠

lumiere.who: Good lord 😍

nene.nero: mc got these boys BARKIN in her comment section 🥴

↳ thing1_luke: riiiigght ↳ talkthat_tara: must be nice

thing2_kieran: a bad bitch that's wearing my gloves WHO SAID THAT??? 🫨

↳ misshuntermc: that block button looking real good now 😌 ↳ thing2_kieran: I was just playing 🥺

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misshuntermc: Look at Tara looking tf GOODT

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seagod_raf_: no lie im only looking at you 👀

↳ thomasthomas_: this aint about mc ↳ seagod_raf_: its always about mc 😡

lumiere.who: I can't take my eyes off you

skye.109: im looking at you looking tf goodt

_thedrzayne: I see no one else but you mc

liiisa_: Tara babes you look stunning honey 🤤

↳ talkthat_tara: thank you Lisa I love you 😘 ↳ misshuntermc: ignore the boys you stole the show babes

yvannamama: girl where was my invite? 🧐

↳ misshuntermc: I invited you and you said you had to work ↳ yvannamama: damn this job

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imjenna: you girls know how to have fun

↳ liiisa_: same time next week? ↳ imjenna: absolutely not ↳ talkthat_tara: well we tried

lumiere.who: so this is what you four were up to while the rest of us worked overtime?

↳ talkthat_tara: you sound like a hater ↳ liiisa_: look man I'm just a girl ↳ misshuntermc: I don't make the rules here 🤷🏾‍♀️

nene.nero: I had an extra 3 hours of paperwork because of this

↳ imjenna: are you complaining? ↳ nene.nero: n no ma'am ↳ misshuntermc: she got you stuttering in the replies ☠️☠️

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misshuntermc: Staying out until 4am as if we don't have an 8am job to get to

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girlboypersonthingy · 1 year ago

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Let’s make this adorable~ Sal Fisher x afab reader who’s all about romance. Loves cooking for him and sending him love letters through his locker. She’s just enamored by him and has to express it.

OOH OOOH OOOH!!! YES, LOVE IT. Gonna do some headcanons. I love this man endlessly 🩵

Sal x reader-Hopeless Romantic 💖

Cook for him and he’s gonna lose his absolute mind. He will go back for seconds even if he’s miserably stuffed already- just wants to show his appreciation

The only ppl who’ve ever cooked a meal for him is his mom and Lisa so it truly makes him feel so special and loved.

LOVES physical affection too! Hold his hand, link arms with him, kiss his prosthetic, hug him often- he loves it all.

He’s a bit self conscious and might be timid when showing you physical affection so feel free to take the lead! Initiate the touch first and he’ll become more confident and return the gesture ten fold!

Just don’t stop touching him okay? If anything, touch him more! As long as he has you in his grasp or can feel you hanging on him somewhere, he feels secure.

Plz plz plz leave him love notes everywhere and anywhere! Sticky notes on his gearboy, long thoughtful letters left folded up on his dresser, more sticky notes on his bathroom mirror about how gorgeous he is.

And he leaves them all in their respective spots, just letting you add more. He can’t stand to remove the notes, it hurts his heart a bit too much.

If you remove them yourself and replace them with new notes, he’ll actually probably cry at the loss of the old ones. Like 🥺

“you…threw them away? Why?”

“To make room for the new ones, babe! It’s fine, Sal, they’re just sticky notes.”

“No…no they’re not. They mean everything to me.”

Starts to remove them himself and saves every single one in a shoe box under his bed.

You bet your ass Larry teases him when he finds the box and starts digging through it all while Sal is absolutely proud and happy to go through it with him, rereading all your lovely poems and compliments.

Don’t be afraid to call him cute pet names or show PDA in front of his friends. He lives for that shit. Lowkey loves when Larry and Todd snicker and make faces at him after you kiss him or call him ‘honey’. He doesn’t care, it just makes him feel even more giddy and in love with you.

MIDDAY NAPS IN HIS BED WITH GIZMO CUDDLED BETWEEN YALL OMFG BEST SLEEP OF HIS LIFE

Kiss the inside of his prosthetic right in front of him and let him know it’s so he’ll always be able to kiss you even when you’re away from him

Bonus points if you wear lipstick so he can see the kiss mark before he puts his prosthetic on.

Imagine he takes it off later around Larry and Ash and both of them are like “uh, Sally, you got a little something…on your face.” And he’s sitting there with a dopey grin and blushing cheeks like “yeah, I know~”

GOOD LORD, when yall are alone, feel free to pull his prosthetic off and just go ham with the face kisses. You don’t even need to ask to take his mask off when it’s just you and him, just yank it off and make out with him already

Gift him stuff! Doesn’t matter what it is- could be a dozen fresh roses, a lollipop from the dollar store or a shiny rock you found on the ground while walking to his house. He’s like a crow, he’ll hoard it all no matter how small.

All in all, he loves having an ultra loving and affectionate partner, just give him time to warm up to it and he’ll gradually start returning the favors.

#Sally face #sal sally face #Sally face Sal #sally face fanfic #sally face x reader #sally face fandom #sal x reader #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher #sally face fanfiction #Sally fisher #sf sal #sally x reader #sally face fluff

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hopelesswrites · 1 month ago

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Double Shot Extra Sweet

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: your restless heart finally settles down when a grumpy man enters your work for his morning coffee.

Note: shes longer, shes got an age gap, shes got potential for more? (Let me know how you feel about this plz)

Being the new girl in a workplace wasn’t unnatural for you. You had jumped from job to job for the past year, never being able to settle into one place. You passed it off as a quarter life crisis. Every decision you made seemed to be a result of this crisis, you had moved cities and changed degrees, all because one day after turning 25 you had a hunch you were on the wrong path. A year later and you were in this big new city, on your third cafe job because the other two didn’t vibe with you.

This place however was looking promising. It was a small shop sandwiched between a laundromat and a news stand. The owner Emma was a bubbly older woman with red cat eye glasses and long red acrylics. You learned quite quickly just by the decor of the cafe she was a big fan of cats. Despite the tacky cat shaped clock and the “good meowning” doormat the shop was tastefully designed. It was warm and inviting much like going to your grandmother’s house for tea. The part of the shop you loved the most though was the small free library box out the front. You had taken a small romance book the day you went in for your interview, noting the out of place “theoretical physics” book and a biography on Carl Gauss.

Your first week on the job went by quickly and you seemed to adjust to the clientele easily, most being early morning professionals on their commute to work.

In addition, you quickly decided your co-worker Charlotte would be your new best friend, so after the first rush hour of the morning you both got back to chatting about your lives.

“I swear to god, my brain has been so muddled lately, my classes are so difficult, and I can’t believe I had to ask Mr Wilson 3 times what milk he wanted, I just can’t concentrate its getting concerning” you rambled just as a tall man approached the counter.

“Good morning! What can I get you today?” You spoke happily, noticing the frown etched onto the man’s face. It deepened when he looked around the cafe then back at you.

“Is Lisa not working today?” He asked, ignoring your question. You frowned back at him, noticing how increasingly uncomfortable he was getting.

“I’m sorry, she moved back home to look after her father, but you’ve got me most mornings, I promise I make a good coffee” you encouraged, hoping this man didn’t become your first upset customer at this new job.

He seemed to take a moment to think, eyeing you cautiously before giving you his order. You carefully inputted the order into the till before pulling out a cup.

“Name for the order?” You asked, raking through a list of names you think this guy could possibly have.

Richard? No

Steve? Absolutely not

Lucas? Maybe..

“Spencer”

You raised your eyebrow at him, not what you expected, but it suited him.

“Won’t be too long Spencer” you motioned for him to wait to the side of the counter while you made his coffee. You quietly observed him while you worked. He stood so stiffly, looking around the room as if to look busy. He was older, at least in his late 30s and had the sharpest jawline you think you had ever seen. Somehow, his strong bone structure was softened with fluffy curls framing his face. Honestly, you thought he was gorgeous, if only he loosened the scrunch he seemed to permanently have between his eyebrows.

“Spencer?” You called, sliding his coffee towards him on the counter. His head snapped towards you, frown not slipping as he reached out for it. You watched him inspect the cup, you made sure the lid was on tight, no spills. He took a tentative sip, you can practically see the cogs turning in his head, deciding if you were worthy of the job, making his morning coffee.

“Good?” You asked, suddenly a wave of nerves washing over you.

Spencer looked at you, and you swear you saw the line between his brows twitch and the corners of his lips turn up a tad.

“Yeah good, thanks” he answered before leaving.

For the rest of the day, you couldn’t stop thinking about Spencer. You had a deep desire to know everything about him, but in the same thought, you loved the mystery, it almost made him hotter.

He looked bookish, his old man cardigan giving him an English teacher vibe, but he had this look in his eyes that told you he didn’t spend all day talking about Shakespeare. You also noted his need for routine, your presence this morning obviously throwing him off. You hoped you had proven yourself worthy of being a part of his routine though, because you could get used to him being a part of yours.

The following day Spencer returned, instead of a cardigan he had on a brown blazer, one of those ones with the patches on the elbows, it was a cute look you thought.

As you suspected, Spencer was all business, sticking to his routine, same coffee order, stood in the same spot to the side of the counter, you were sure he even looked around the room in the same methodical way he did the day before.

You called his name out, he took a sip, he told you it was good and then he left.

This went on for the rest of your week, and it was this daily interaction that had you deciding you were in the right job finally. You woke up and were finally excited to go to work, you just wanted to see that grumpy older man.

Naturally, you started to romanticise the interactions, you were just a girl after all, a hopeless romantic who lived vicariously through the couples in romance novels. You could already picture the ao3 tags if this were a fanfiction. #agegapromance #grumpymmc #cafemeetcute.

The first day Spencer didn’t show up was the following Wednesday, and you declared it the worst day of your life. In fact, your headache returned the second the clock ticked 8am and your favourite grumpy troubled English teacher hadn’t walked through the door. You held your breath for another 10 minutes, maybe he was running late, and he would rush in hair dishevelled, tie askew, face flushed. But you were left disappointed for the rest of your day.

Thursday was much the same, in fact, Thursday had you writing up your resignation letter in your head, clearly this job wasn’t right for you.

Come Friday you were well and truly ready to admit yourself into the emergency room. Your headache was almost excruciating, you couldn’t muster a single smile for your customers. So, when it was well past 9am, the morning work commuters were at their respective jobs and the door chimed your frown stuck in place, you barely looked up when the customer walked up to the counter.

“Are you still getting that headache?” The man spoke, snapping you back into reality.

“Excuse me?” You looked up at Spencer, eyes wide. He was here, and your life had purpose again!

“You said you were getting headaches last week and you look in pain, I thought maybe you were still getting them”

You barely acknowledged the fact that Spencer had been listening to your conversation with Charlotte or that he could tell you were actively fighting a headache right then, all you could think about was he was here, in the softest looking sweater vest, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked incredible, a real life angel.

“Probably just not drinking enough water” you brush it off, pulling out a cup from your stack and writing Spencers order on the side.

“Headaches can also be caused by lifestyle choices, high stress and anxiety, bad diet and even posture” Spencer explained. This was the most you’d ever heard him speak. His voice was like velvet, you thought if he was one of your college professors you would have no trouble learning your course content.

“Is my posture bad?” You asked suddenly insecure, pulling your shoulders back a bit on instinct.

“Not the worst, but if you’re studying and hunched over a desk all day that could cause your headaches”

You didn’t know how to explain your headache had suddenly disappeared in his return and it was obviously psychological, so you nodded in agreement.

Still, curious, you wanted to prod for more information on his whereabouts, his addition to your routine becoming increasingly important to you.

“Where have you been all week? I was starting your think you found another barista”

Spencer looked up at you, eyes wide at the continuation of conversation, obviously assuming your exchange would end at the headaches.

“I sometimes have to go away for work”

Curious, you thought. What English teacher travels for work? Maybe he was a guest lecturer at universities.

“I’ve been trying to guess what you do for work” you chuckle while you popped the lid on his drink.

“And? What have you come up with?”

You take a moment to consider your answer. “One guess a day, no hints. My original thought was English teacher, you look studious”

A small smile crept its way onto Spencers face. He took the drink straight from your hand this time. “Not an English teacher, better luck next week”

Spencer had long left the cafe before it hit you, he knew your work schedule. He knew you didn’t work weekends.

Those 2 days off were excruciating. You couldn’t wait to see Spencer Monday morning. You had so many ideas in your head. He seemed to know about headaches which had you thinking about what medical professionals travel for work.

When Spencer returned you wasted no time. “Do I get to know what circumstances you’re travelling for?”

Spencer smirked, “you’re the one that said no hints”

You huffed in annoyance but continued your routine in making Spencers drink. “Fine, brain surgeon”

Spencer scoffed, “not a brain surgeon, no”

You shrugged your shoulders, “maybe you’re a highly awarded brain surgeon and have to travel to different hospitals to perform high risk operations” you felt the need to justify your decision. Spencer smiled at you, “no it’s a good guess”

Tuesday you tried for architect, which puzzled Spencer, you had to explain he gave off a prestigious aura, “you look like you could measure walls with just your eyes” you told him.

“I am very good with numbers” he replied. You had to scold him for giving you an unwarranted hint but kept numbers in mind.

The rest of the week was the same. “Engineer” “no” “data analyst” “no”. you were getting frustrated, and you felt no closer to knowing Spencer than you were that first day.

The following Monday you spotted Spencer outside the cafe, he had stopped at the library box. You watched him put a book in and take one out, stuffing it under his arm before entering the store. You recognised the book immediately; it was an old textbook of yours that you had bought for your course. You only donated it to the library because you had bought the latest edition and didn’t need that one anymore.

“I didn’t take you for an archaeology kind of guy” you joked, pointing at the book.

“I find it fascinating actually, the study of archaeological context has aided in solving many cold case murders”

“I know, it’s my book, I’m studying forensic archaeology” you laughed. Spencer quirked a brow, “how are you enjoying it?”

“It’s fun actually, I like that I feel like I’m actually going to make a difference with my career one day”

Spencer nodded along, obviously wanting to say something else but bites his tongue. “You haven’t had your guess today”

You rolled your eyes, already getting fed up with your own game. You were about to make your guess when Spencers phone chimed. He pulled it out of his coat and frowned at the screen, the first frown you’d seen from him since that first week.

“I’m sorry, I have to go” Spencer rushed, taking his drink from you. “I’ll be away for a couple days, by the way” He gave you a sad smile, “keep working on your guess, I know you’ll figure it out” and then he was gone.

Your world felt like it slowed right down, and you had been forced back to reality. The rest of the week dragging on. Work, no Spencer, late night lectures, sleep, repeat. Come Saturday Charlotte had decided you were going out clubbing to forget “that nerdy dilf” as she put it. You had to explain to her that the ‘nerdy dilf’ was actually a super complex and interesting man who you were growing very fond of seeing every day. This didn’t help your case, and she declared you needed “dick your own age”

Safe to say you were not excited to go out.

The club was one of the bigger venues in town, one of those places with booths you could hire out and bottle service, not exactly your crowd. Charlotte on the other hand was having a blast and had found a group of guys to flirt with. They had their own booth right by the door, you saw them as you walked in, they were observing the room like a bunch of creeps hunting for prey. Carmen seemed to be the ringleader and found a keen interest in Charlotte, his friend Jesse deciding to take on the challenge of flirting with you. There was one other guy who had a girl you didn’t know latched to his hip, Charlotte said her name was Angela, she was clearly wasted and could barely stand, but seemed comfortable enough with the guys, you assumed they knew each other.

The night seemed to drag on and Jesse seemed to get increasingly pushy. You were ready to leave and excused yourself to grab Charlotte, you watched as Carmen noticed you approaching the two and gestured towards Jesse who was close behind you. Before you realised what was happening you were being grabbed from around the waist and dragged over to the door. The man with Angela was already by the door and you watched him disappear into the street with her cluelessly following.

“What are you doing?” You struggled in Jesses grip, looking over to Charlotte for help, she had her head on Carmens chest struggling to keep her eyes open.

It suddenly hit you, were you being kidnapped right now?

You screamed, not caring how big of a scene you caused before a hand was pressed firmly to your mouth. You continued to struggle as you were dragged away, no one seeming to notice. You reached out for Charlotte, just about reaching her shoulder with your fingertips as she was guided out behind you.

Your looked around hoping someone, anyone would notice when a loud voice screamed “Hey!” in your direction. A man rushed over and began to scream, pulling Jesse aside, his grip loosening on you allowing you to slip out of his arms.

“What are you doing with those girls?” The man yelled over the music, causing a couple more heads to turn. You rushed over to Charlotte, but Carmen pulled out a gun, facing it at your head.

More voices echoed around the room as security guards surrounded you.

“Let me go man” Jesse tried to get away, but the original man pinned him to the wall.

Before anyone else could make a move Carmens arm redirected its aim, and one shot fired straight above your head towards the man who had Jesse. Another shot went off as a guard tried to pull Charlotte away, this one was closer to your ear and a ringing echoed through your head. You felt something wet hit your face, but shock had completely set in. There was more commotion before both men ran out of the venue, leaving you and Charlotte standing there.

You don’t remember moving but at some point, you were guided back into the club and into a back room, a manager’s office. A woman crouched down in front of you and began to speak but you couldn’t hear anything she was saying. You had never witnessed a shooting before, you’d never seen someone die before. You knew the guard that was beside you had died, you figured that out when you touched your face and realised it was his blood splattered across your cheek.

A nudge to the arm pulled you out of your daze and you looked over at your friend. “The lady says we need to stay and speak to some FBI agents, okay?” You could only manage a weak nod.

You don’t know how long it took but the door to the office opened and in walked two pairs of feet. You didn’t bother looking up, but you knew these were the agents you had to give your statement to. You wondered how serious this had been for the FBI to be involved.

The man with black leather shoes on approached Charlotte and began to speak, you weren’t listening, but you watched as he guided her out of the room. The other man stood in front of you his voice sending blood rushing up to your ears, you knew that voice.

He crouched down, resting a hand gently on your knee and looked up into your eyes.

Spencer.

He had on a navy blue button up shirt with a navy vest strapped to his torse, big letters reading FBI over his chest. His hair was as fluffy as always and he had that crease between his eyebrows again, a stern but sad look on his face.

“Hey, you” He spoke softly once you confirmed your recognition in the form of a struggled smile. All your emotions washed over you at once and the tears began to fall freely down your cheeks.

Spencer squeezed your knee rubbing his thumb soothingly in a back-and-forth motion. “You’re okay, you’re okay” He whispered taking his other hand and swiping away tears that were only replaced by more.

“I would have never guessed FBI” was all you could think to say, overwhelmed with the entire situation. Here you were after almost being kidnapped and the FBI agent gently rubbing your knee and swiping away tears was your ‘nerdy dilf’ work crush!?

Spencer let out a small laugh, “are you crying because you couldn’t guess my job?”

You laughed back, “no I’m crying because I was almost kidnapped tonight”

Spencers face went serious again, “I’m sorry, I do have to ask you a few questions about that, is that okay?” You nodded your head and allowed Spencer to sit beside you. He reached over for something and returned with a wet rag, gently wiping away the blood from your face while he asked you his questions.

The moment was so tender you wished it hadn’t been tainted by the memory of the men from earlier. Spencer asked you what time you got to the club, what you remembered seeing when you entered, what you knew about the men and what you knew about Angela.

“Are you going to get Angela back?” You asked once he had finished, feeling more childlike than every under his stare.

“We’re going to try, I promise I will get those men though”

You trusted him, Spencer didn’t seem like the type of person to make promises lightly. There was a darkness in the way he said it, like he was haunted by every promise from his past he couldn’t keep.

The other agent returned with Charlotte and pulled Spencer aside to talk. You watched and waited for your next instruction as Spencer returned back to you. “I’m going to have Officer Berkley drive you both home, another Officer will be stationed outside both your apartments in case these men are stalking you” Spencer shot off orders in that stern tone he used when you first met him. You felt ashamed of the thoughts running through your head at this time, and a quick glance from Charlotte let you know she knew exactly what was on your mind.

He was just so hot.

English teacher was sexy, but this? This was insanity.

Before you were escorted outside Spencer pulled you aside slipping a card in your hand. “Call me if there’s any issues, okay?” He gave your hand a quick squeeze before strutting out of the room in search for his partner.

Sunday dragged on, you watched your window anxiously, making sure the officer in charge of protecting you was still there. You and Charlotte had both taken the Monday off work, being advised to stay in your homes until they caught the men. All you wanted was to know what was going on. Spencer wouldn’t tell you anything that Saturday night and neither would the officer who drove you home. You wondered how Angela was, had they killed her? How many other women had they kidnapped?

Monday night you were just about to get into bed when a knock at your door interrupted your nightly routine. Your heart felt like it stopped, what if it was one of them. A quick glance out your window had your worries increasing, the officer wasn’t in his car.

“Miss, are you in there” You heard his voice from outside, followed by another knock.

You opened the door to see the man assigned to your protection.

“Feds caught the guys; I’m just letting you know you’re safe and that I’m heading home” He looked tired, and you began to feel bad for the job he had to do.

Once he had left you quickly shot Charlotte a quick text to make sure she was okay and went back to bed. In bed your eyes were locked on the little card you had placed on your bedside table the night before. Spencer told you to call in case of an emergency, but you needed to know if he was okay. He had been out there tracking down the men that tried to kidnap you, men that were violent and had already shot two other people, what if he got hurt?

Before you could think too much about your decision you pulled your phone out and dialled the number, clicking call immediately so you wouldn’t psych yourself out of it. The phone rung and your heart pounded heavier and heavier with each second that passed.

“Dr Spencer Reid speaking” That sweet voice echoed through the speaker. He sounded softer over the phone; you wondered if he was home now and also in bed.

“Hello?” He spoke again, pulling you out of your daze.

“Spencer” You answered, suddenly lost for words.

Spencer repeated your name back to you, “We arrested those men, Angela is safe”

“I know, the officer told me, are you okay?”

There was a silence before Spencer answered, “I’m fine, why do you ask?”

“Those men were dangerous, I was worried”

Spencer let out a breathy chuckle, “I’m fine, thank you for checking up on me” another beat of silence. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I am now” hearing his voice had instantly calmed you, and you finally felt tired enough to sleep.

“You should get some rest, ill see you tomorrow?”

Your heart fluttered, “Yeah, see you tomorrow Spencer” You hung up the phone, smiling ear to ear, if Charlotte could see you right now, she would absolutely tease you to no end. But you were too happy to care, you were safe, you loved your new job, you love your degree and you got to see Spencer, your very sexy FBI agent nerdy dilf every morning.

#Spencer Reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #criminal minds #fanfic #fanfiction

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fatecantstopme · 4 months ago

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Picture Myself Happy

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: Follows the story line of episodes 17-21 of season 5. Lisa doesn't exist, instead it's (Y/N).

Warnings: canon violence, cursing, use of pet names. SMUT, oral (F and M receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), face sitting, light dirty talk.

"Dean? You okay?" you asked softly.

The look he gave you more than answered your question, but he responded anyway. "I'm about as far from okay as I possibly can be."

"I think we all are."

Dean shook his head. "My decisions have an impact on the entire world, (Y/N)--the world! And I'm sitting here denying fate. Where's that gotten me?"

"What are you trying to say?" you asked softly.

He buried his head in his hands. "I don't know...It doesn't matter."

"It matters to me."

Dean looked back up at you, face full of pain. You were certain he was going to say more, but his reply was cut off by Sam's voice calling his name.

"We've got an insane amount of demon omens in some tiny ass town in middle-of-nowhere Minnesota."

"Great," Dean mumbled as he stood up, face once again an impenetrable mask. "Guess we should get rolling."

You stood up too, but Dean cut you a look and shook his head. "Not happening."

"Dean, come on. I'm more than ready."

"Absolutely not. You almost died not that long ago. You need to rest."

"I've been resting for weeks. I feel fine," you insisted.

"Maybe she's right, Dean," Sam cut in. "We could really use the help."

"I'm the oldest and I say it ain't happening--got it?"

"Actually, I'm the oldest," Bobby quipped as he wheeled into the room. "Now, what exactly are we fighting about?"

"(Y/N) thinks she's ready to hunt again," Dean answered.

"Because I am."

Bobby's expression softened as he looked at you. "As much as I hate to say it, I think you should sit this one out (Y/N/N). Besides, I could really use your help here. You're better at research than either of these knuckleheads."

You were about to protest, but decided against it when you saw the worry in Bobby's eyes. He'd always been good to you and you owed him your life--you didn't wanna worry him more than you needed to. "Alright, alright. I'll sit this one out."

Dean nodded, seemingly pleased. "I'll call you when we get there--let you know we're safe."

You sighed, but nodded your agreement. You hated watching the boys leave to go on a hunt on their own--especially these days. End of the world and all that.

You watched in silence as Sam and Dean gathered their minimal belongings and piled into the Impala. You waved goodbye before coming back inside, expression clouded with a variety of inexpressible emotions.

The last two years had been a whirlwind for all of you--drawing all of you closer together. You cared very deeply for the Winchester boys and for Bobby, and they cared for you.

You were the same age as Sam, so the two of you hit it off with ease, but the elder Winchester was a little less trusting. The fact that Bobby trusted you meant a hell of a lot to Dean and went a long way in getting him to trust you enough to help on a couple hunts. You were a great hunter and before long, the three of you were almost inseparable.

You counted all three men as family and you knew they felt the same way about you, although you wished Dean's emotions aligned with your own. You weren't sure exactly when it happened, but you realized your feelings had changed one day during a particularly brutal hunt where you almost lost Dean. Somehow, in the midst of the shitstorm that was your lives, you'd managed to fall in love with the most emotionally unavailable man alive.

To make matters worse, you could never tell him for fear of damaging the little family unit you'd created for yourself. Instead, you stood on the sidelines, watching him flirt with every woman with legs and take more of them to bed than you'd cared to count. It made your chest ache, but you hid it well--even from Sam.

Loving Dean Winchester had never been a part of your plans, but you couldn't stop it from happening anymore than you could turn those feelings off now. Every time he walked out the door, you were terrified it would be the last time you would ever see him. You knew he was strong, but you also knew how self-destructive he could be.

He'd been different in recent months and you saw it more than anyone else did. For some reason, Dean chose to confide in you--perhaps because you listened quietly without judgment. You wanted nothing more than to see him find his way back to himself again and you hoped you were there to witness it.

"You gonna come back in or just stare off into the distance all night?" Bobby called to you from inside.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," you grumbled. "I was just lost in thought."

Bobby gave you a knowing look, which you chose to ignore. "Don't you have some research you need help with?"

He rolled his eyes, but didn't comment. He handed you a book and muttered, "Get to reading."

**********

"Dean's gone."

"What the hell do you mean he's gone?" you yelled into the phone.

"I mean he literally took off, (Y/N)!" Sam yelled back. "He killed the Whore of Babylon--which should have been impossible--and then he took off!"

"He...Sam, that's not possible."

"I was there--saw it with my own eyes."

"I, too, was there," Cas said in the background.

"Only a true servant of heaven can kill her," you said, bewildered.

"Exactly," Sam said, voice much softer than before.

"No," you whispered, disbelief lacing your words. "No--he wouldn't."

Sam understood your meaning. "I don't know anymore, (Y/N). I just don't know."

"We have to find him."

"I have a few ideas of where to find him, but I know he's going to come see you first."

"Why me?"

"To say goodbye," Sam said softly.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you could feel tears pressing against them. "I'll call you if he shows up here," you whispered.

Bobby rolled up behind you as you hung up the phone. "What's wrong?"

"I think Dean's going to say yes to Michael."

Bobby's expression perfectly matched the way you were feeling. A mixture of horror, disbelief, pain, and unbridled terror.

There wasn't much more to say after that--you were both just left to wait. There was nothing left for you to do but wait and see if he'd come home.

**********

The next day, there was a quiet knock on Bobby's front door. It was early in the morning and the older man was sound asleep in the middle of a pile of books on his desk.

You went to the door and peered out to find Dean's face looking back at you. You tugged open the door with more force than you'd intended to and stepped out onto the porch.

"Where have you been?" you snapped. "We were so worried."

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)--I should have called."

"Yes, you should have."

"I--uh, well I can't stay long, but I wanted to come see you."

"Dean, please tell me you're not going to do anything stupid."

He smiled weakly. "Now when have I ever done anything stupid?"

You didn't acknowledge his teasing like you normally would--too worried about the truth hidden behind his sarcasm. "You can't say yes," you whispered.

He gave you a pained smile. "I don't really have a choice, (Y/N/N)."

"Of course you have a choice, Dean! We always have a choice."

"If I don't--the whole freaking world burns! Do you have any idea what it's like to carry that weight on your shoulders?"

You shook your head. "I can't imagine the burden--nor can I imagine losing you to some asshole with wings."

He chuckled softly at that. "None of this matters right now--this isn't what I came here to say."

"Then what did you come here to say?"

He stepped forward and took your hand in his. You were surprised by the gesture, but you didn't pull away.

"You know, our lives are messed up. They're complicated and full of pain and darkness and death. There's not much happiness in our lives--especially not before you came into mine."

Tears filled your eyes as you listened to his words.

"When I picture myself happy, it's with you," he whispered. "I just wanted you to know that."

You inhaled sharply and the tears began to flow freely. "Dean, don't--"

He brushed his lips against your forehead, silencing your pleas.

"Don't worry, (Y/N/N). You'll be fine--I'll make sure of it. They're not getting what they want from me without meeting some conditions first."

"Dean, please don't do this. Just come inside and we can talk about it," you begged.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he said softly. "I have to."

As you opened your mouth to respond, Castiel appeared directly behind Dean. You knew there was a possibility he would never forgive you for this, but you couldn't let him say yes. "I'm sorry too."

He looked confused for a moment until he heard Cas's voice from behind him. "Hello Dean." As soon as the hunter turned around, Cas used his grace to knock him unconscious.

Cas looked up at you with a surprising amount of sorrow on his face. "I will carry him inside."

You watched as the angel picked up the much larger man and walked towards the door.

"Did Bobby call you?"

"He overheard at least part of your conversation--enough to know Dean was here."

You nodded and followed him inside. "Good," you whispered.

**********

"Out of all people, I thought you would understand," Dean growled at you.

"You know what? I do understand! I understand your desire to self-destruct at every turn! I see the pain and the guilt and the utter emptiness inside you every time I look into your eyes, so don't you think for a second I don't understand."

He was taken aback by the anger in your voice--he wasn't used to you yelling at him with such intensity.

"It's for the greater good!"

"Screw the greater good, Dean! What happened to stopping the devil and saving the world, huh?"

"This is the only way!" he roared.

"I refuse to believe that," you said in a much more mannered tone. "I can't believe that...if I do, then it means everything we've done has been for nothing."

His expression softened. "No, (Y/N), wait--that's not--"

You held up your hand to stop him from talking. "I can't do this."

You walked away, leaving Dean alone in the panic room to stew with his thoughts.

"He still being an ass?" Bobby asked when you came back upstairs.

"Maybe you'll have better luck," you say to Cas. Both you and Sam had struck out.

"I will try." Instead of taking the stairs like a normal person, Cas zapped himself downstairs and stepped towards the panic room.

You had gone upstairs to get something from your room when you heard Sam yell your name. You came racing down the stairs, only to find the younger Winchester looking upset.

"Where's Cas?"

"Zapped to Oz," Sam fumed. "Dean's gone too."

"Great," you mumbled sarcastically. "Go find him. We'll watch Adam."

You were sitting in a chair, watching Adam sleep--in the least creepy way possible. You felt bad for the kid--it was a shitty life to be dragged into, especially after he was already in heaven.

Just as these thoughts were crossing your mind, Adam disappeared right before your eyes. You blinked a couple times, but the cot remained empty. "Bobby!"

**********

"What the hell do you mean he's gone?" Sam snapped at you.

"As I said before, he literally disappeared," you snapped back.

"Probably Zachariah," Castiel said as he appeared, holding a beaten Dean against his side.

"Dean!" you gasped. "What happened to him?"

"I did," Cas answered.

You were surprised, but you understood the angel's anger. After all, he'd believed in the Winchesters--in Dean--so vehemently that he rebelled against heaven--against everything he'd ever believed.

Cas tossed Dean's body onto the now-empty cot while you gathered some first aid supplies. You began to clean him up, listening wordlessly to the discussion happening around you.

"I think Dean should come," Sam said suddenly.

"Are you insane?" Bobby exclaimed.

"That is a terrible plan," Cas agreed.

Sam looked over at you for input, hoping you would be on his side. "What makes you think that's a good idea?" you asked gently.

"I have to believe he'll do the right thing."

You looked down at the still-unconscious man and sighed. He was the bravest and most loyal man you knew, but you also knew he could be stubborn and self-righteous to the point of aggravation. However, you believed in him too--maybe not as much as Sam, but it was there.

"I think it's highly likely he'll walk in there and say yes without a second thought--especially if it means saving you and Adam," you said honestly. "But I have to believe that in the moment, when it really matters, he'll do the right thing."

Sam gave you a small smile and a nod of gratitude.

"Now until then, could someone please move him down to the panic room?" you asked.

After Sam had talked to Dean and told him the plan, the two of them came upstairs to prepare to leave.

"Sam mentioned you agreed with him," Dean said softly, so only you could hear.

"There's no one I believe in more than you, Dean Winchester," you admitted. "You'll do the right thing."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know you," you said simply.

He shook his head. "I'm gonna say yes, you know."

"I'm sure you will," you murmured. "But in that moment--the moments before you decide--I want you to remember one thing."

He waited breathlessly for your next words.

"Only you get to decide your destiny."

Surprise lit up his handsome face. Out of all the things he'd expected you to say, that hadn't been on his list. "(Y/N), I--"

"Time to go, Dean," Cas interrupted.

You offered him a gentle smile. "Go--and remember what I said."

Sam, Dean, and Cas disappeared before your eyes and you felt the familiar terror wash over you. This time was so much worse than all the others--this time you really did believe he might not come home.

**********

"Hey (Y/N/N)," Dean said softly as you opened the front door. "Did you miss us?"

The brightest smile he'd ever seen lit up your face and you jumped into his arms. "Dean..." you murmured against his shoulder.

He held you tightly before gently setting you back down on the ground. You gave Sam a hug before the smile fell from your pretty face. "Cas? Adam?"

Sam just shook his head and you sighed sadly. "Well come in. Bobby will be glad to see you both."

The boys explained what had transpired in California as you and Bobby listened quietly. You were glad Dean hadn't really said yes to Michael. You couldn't help but stare at him more than usual, eyes seeking some kind of change in him.

You waited until a lull in the conversation to ask the question that had been eating at you. "So why didn't you say yes?"

Three sets of eyes fell on you, but the only ones you cared about were the mossy green ones.

"Sammy believed in me, even when I didn't deserve it--even when I didn't have the same faith in him. He was stupid enough to take me with him because of that faith...I couldn't let him down," Dean answered honestly. "And, well--I remembered what you said."

You offered him a small smile. "Well I'm glad you did."

Dean held up his beer in a mock 'cheers'. "Screw destiny. I think it's high past time we make our own."

"I can get behind that," Sam agreed.

"That'll work for me," you murmured.

"Well not to put a damper on our middle-finger-to-destiny party, but we still don't have a good plan to defeat Lucifer," Bobby chimed in.

"Buzz kill, Bobby," Dean grumbled.

"We'll figure something out. Somehow, we always do," you added.

**********

You were standing in Bobby's living room trying to find a specific book in the overwhelming piles stacked everywhere, when your phone started to ring.

You answered it without looking at the caller ID. "(Y/L/N)."

"Uhh, am I in trouble? It's Dean."

"Oh shit," you said quickly. "No, nothing like that. I just didn't look at the screen before I answered. What's up?"

"We hit some sort of freak storm coming back, so we're staying the night at a motel we happened to pass. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't worry."

You smiled even though he couldn't see you. "I appreciate the heads-up. Both of you stay safe and enjoy a nice night off."

"Thanks, (Y/N/N). You too."

It wasn't until Sam and Dean returned from the trip the next day that you learned of the events that had transpired the night before. Several old Pagan gods had gathered at the motel to discuss the end of the world and of course Sam and Dean just happened to be there too.

Apparently the intent was to use the boys as bait to lure Lucifer to the hotel and kill him--at least until Gabriel showed up and told everyone how terrible of an idea it was. Unfortunately, Lucifer had already been summoned by one of the gods and he ended up killing most of the other gods, as well as his brother Gabriel.

In positive news, Gabriel had given Sam and Dean the information needed to stop this whole showdown between Lucifer and Michael. Essentially, they needed all four Horsemen's rings in order to open Lucifer's cage and throw him back into it.

"Small problem with that plan," Bobby stated as the boys finished their explanation. "We only have two rings and we have exactly zero idea where Pestilence or Death is."

"You always manage to find the silver lining, Bobby," Dean said sarcastically.

"He is right though," you said gently. "And it's technically not the only problem. Even if we magically find the other two rings, we still have one very large problem. How the hell do we trick the devil back into the cage?"

"Shit," Dean mumbled. "I hadn't exactly thought that far ahead."

"That's why you have me."

"I guess (Y/N) and I will work on a way to trick the devil, while the two of you look for Pestilence," Bobby stated with a tone of finality.

**********

"This is an absolutely terrible idea," you said angrily. "Out of all the harebrained schemes you idiots have come up with over the years, this one takes the cake. Not only is he a demon, but he screwed us once already. Do you really think working with him is a good idea?"

Dean sighed and ran his hands over his face. "I don't like it anymore than you do, (Y/N/N), but he's the only lead we have."

"Besides, I'm completely trustworthy," Crowley commented as he appeared in Bobby's kitchen. "Well, at least as long as our interests are aligned."

"Fine, but the two of you aren't going alone with him," you said firmly.

"(Y/N), we'll be fine. You should stay here with Bobby."

"I don't need a damn babysitter, Dean," Bobby snapped. "(Y/N)'s better off with the two of you idjits--at least she'll make sure you don't come home dead."

You gave Dean a mirthless smirk and he grumbled in annoyance. "Fine."

"Nice digs," you said sarcastically as Crowley led you to the ramshackle house he'd been staying in.

"No need to be rude," he said in annoyance.

"Okay, what's the plan?" Sam asked.

"The plan, Moose, is for you and the girl to stay here, while Dean and I go to get the Horsemen's stable boy."

"Absolutely not!" you and Sam yelled at the same time.

"I'm not letting my brother go alone with you," Sam added.

"And I'm not letting you come with me," Crowley snapped back. "First of all, you keep trying to kill me, and secondly, I don't like you."

"Fair enough, but why do I have to stay behind?" you asked.

"Someone has to make sure little Sammy here doesn't do anything stupid."

Sam lunged for Crowley again, but you stepped in front of him, effectively blocking his assault. "Cool it, Sam."

Dean sighed, clearly not pleased with the whole situation, but you could see the resignation on his face. You knew what he was going to say before the words even came out of his mouth. "I'll go with Crowley. You two stay here."

"Dean--" you began.

"I'll be fine, (Y/N)."

It was your turn to sigh and nod in quiet acceptance. You looked at Crowley. "If he's not back in one piece, I will hunt you down and rip your heart out."

Crowley threw his hands up in mock surrender. "Understood."

You and Sam watched the two other men walk out the door, concern etched onto both of your faces.

"I don't like this," Sam muttered.

"Well that makes two of us."

"What did you miss about 'one piece'?" you snapped at Crowley when you saw the blood and bruises on Dean's face and torso.

"He's alive. Besides, I had nothing to do with it."

The look Dean gave him said otherwise.

"Technically," Crowley clarified.

You sighed. "You okay?" you asked Dean softly.

"It hurts, but I'll be fine."

Sam started to enter the room where Crowley and Dean had stashed the stable boy (aka Brady), but his entrance was blocked by Crowley.

"What are you doing?" Sam growled.

"Stopping you from mucking this up and ruining any chance we have at finding Pestilence."

"What's he talking about?" you asked.

"Sam--" Dean started.

"Get out of my way," Sam snapped at Crowley.

The demon grumbled, but stepped aside, allowing Sam to pass.

"Sam, just wait a minute," Dean called after him.

The next twenty minutes was a blur of trying to prevent Sam from killing Brady before you could get the information you needed, Crowley going and murdering a bunch of demons, and all of you being attacked by a damn hellhound.

As the five of you raced away from the hellhound fight, you muttered lowly, "Sometimes I really hate this job."

"Tell me about it," Dean agreed.

**********

"Why exactly do I need to sit this one out?" you asked in annoyance.

"Because," Dean started as he threw another weapon into his bag. "I don't like the idea of you going up against a Horseman, okay? It's dangerous."

"Everything we do is dangerous, Dean," you countered.

He sighed. "This is different."

"For the record, I don't like the idea of the two of you going up against Pestilence either--especially without backup."

Dean threw his bag into the trunk of the Impala and slammed it shut. "This whole mess is our fault, which makes it our problem to solve. I've never wanted to involve you in this hell."

"I know, Dean," you said softly. "But like it or not, I'm involved."

He closed his eyes briefly. "Just--stay here with Bobby, please. For me."

His voice was as close to begging as Dean Winchester ever got, so you sighed deeply and nodded, biting the inside of your lip to keep from saying anything else.

Dean pulled you into a tight hug, holding you a little longer than would be typical of a friendly hug. You tried not to notice or read into it--after all, just because Dean had told you he'd pictured himself happy with you didn't mean he wanted to be with you. He hadn't brought it up since, but you supposed there really hadn't been time.

"Be safe," you whispered as he pulled away.

"I always am."

You knew he was lying, but there was nothing you could do about it. Instead, you gave Sam a hug before watching them climb into the Impala and pull away.

When you walked back into the house, Bobby sensed your mood immediately. "You alright, kid?"

"I just don't like the idea of them going after Pestilence alone."

"I know you care about them, but they're tough boys, (Y/N). They'll be alright."

You gave Bobby a sad look. "I think we both know I care too much."

The older man sighed and nodded. "I don't think you can care too much," he said gently.

You understood what he meant, but you were too worried to respond. This was the reason why hunters didn't have families--love was a weakness that would only cause you more pain in the end.

**********

"No, no, no. Absolutely not."

"If it's the only way--" Bobby tried.

"I said no," you growled.

"Then we might as well accept defeat now," Crowley said. "Without the spell, we'll never find Death in time. Without Death's ring, we can't put Lucifer back in his cage, and the end of the world is back on."

"I'm not letting you sacrifice your soul, Bobby!"

"I'll give it back," Crowley insisted. "It's a temporary loan."

"You're a demon, Crowley," you deadpanned. "Trusting you would be insanity."

"I don't see another option," Bobby said quietly.

"The only other option I can see," Crowley mused, "is using (Y/N)'s soul."

"Over my dead body," Bobby seethed.

"If I won't let Bobby do it, why the hell would I give you mine?"

"I didn't think you would. I was simply offering up the only other option."

"(Y/N)..." Bobby said gently.

"I don't like this," you murmured.

"I know. I don't like it either, but it's our best shot."

You closed your eyes. "It's your soul, so it's your choice."

Bobby looked up at Crowley and nodded. "I'll do it."

When the boys returned looking a little worse for the wear, but alive, you were relieved to see them. Especially since they had Cas in tow.

You hugged the angel, eyes scanning over him for any obvious injuries before looking at Dean and Sam. "All three of you look like hell."

"It has not been a fun day," Castiel commented.

You patted his arm gently. "I'd imagine not."

"We got the ring, though," Dean stated. "So that's really all that matters."

"We, uhh--well we managed to find Death's location while you were gone," you said, hoping they wouldn't notice the worried look in your eyes.

"How?" Sam asked.

"With my help," Crowley stated. "And some assistance from Bobby, of course."

There was something in Crowley's tone that made Dean uncomfortable. "What the hell did you do?" he demanded, addressing Bobby.

"It's not a big deal," Bobby said.

"It only cost him his soul," you said lowly, worry lacing your words.

"What? Bobby, come on! You sold your soul?" Dean yelled.

"It's my damn soul, boy!"

"Technically it's on loan. I fully intend to give it back," Crowley interjected.

"Then give it back!" Dean snapped.

"I will, once Lucifer's back in his cage and we all go back to hating each other."

"You son of a bitch," Dean growled.

You stepped in, grabbing Dean's arm to hold him back. "It was Bobby's choice, Dean. We needed the information and it was going to be his soul or mine."

Dean's expression sobered. He didn't want Bobby's soul to be at risk, but he was beyond terrified of losing you. It would kill him if your soul was damned to hell. "If you don't return it, so help me god--"

"I already threatened him," you said softly. "Repeatedly."

"With torture, I might add," Crowley put in.

Dean almost looked proud. "Good."

"Now that's all settled," Crowley began. "We'd better get to Chicago before the storm of the century wipes the Windy City off the map."

**********

Sam pulled you and Dean outside to chat before preparing for the next mission. "I wanted to talk to the two of you alone."

"Is everything okay?" you asked softly.

"I was thinking about what you said--about getting Lucifer into the cage," Sam responded. "And I think I have a plan that will work."

"Okay, let's hear it," Dean prodded.

"So I already talked it over with Bobby and he was telling me how, when he was possessed, he managed to regain control of himself long enough to keep from killing Dean and stab himself--"

"I can see where you're going with this, and I don't like it," you interjected.

Sam ignored your interruption. "I think I can do the same with Lucifer."

"I'm sorry--what?" Dean exclaimed. "Are you suggesting saying yes to Lucifer?"

"Just long enough to get him into the cage," Sam admitted. "I don't see any other options."

"Absolutely not," Dean snapped. "No way--no way in hell."

"Sam," you said calmly, "this is Lucifer! Not just some low level demon. The amount of sheer force of will you'd need to overcome him is--well it's damn near impossible."

"I know that," Sam said softly. "But I think it's worth a try."

Dean was about to say something else when Crowley appeared with a newspaper in his hand. "Read the headline."

Sam took the paper and began to read, "Swine Flu Vaccines to be Shipped Nationwide by Niveus."

The three of you looked perplexed, causing Crowley to groan. "Niveus? Ring a bell, anyone?"

"Wait," you began, "Isn't that the company Brady worked for?"

Crowley nodded. "At least one of you has a brain. Brady was the senior VP of distribution, to be specific."

"Oh fuck," you muttered.

"Please don't tell me--" Dean started.

"Pestilence had a bigger plan. Swine flu was just the beginning," Sam stated.

"The vaccine is phase two," you whispered.

"Exactly," Crowley added. "And it's full of Croatoan Virus."

"Son of a bitch," Dean muttered.

"You've gotta admit, it's an effective way to infect more than half the country all at once," Sam said quietly.

"We have to stop the distribution," you announced. "When do the trucks roll out?"

"Tomorrow," Crowley answered.

"Great," Dean said sarcastically. "So all we have to do is save Chicago, take Death's ring, and stop the mass spreading of the Croatian Virus to the entire U.S....all in one day."

You sighed deeply. "Well, if anyone can do it, it's us."

Dean looked over at you, a proud smile on his face. "That's my girl."

You blushed and looked away, unaccustomed to hearing him call you 'his girl'. Sure, he called you 'sweetheart', but he called most women that. This felt different, and you weren't sure how you felt about it.

"Let's go save the world," Sam muttered.

**********

You hadn't wanted to separate from Dean, but you knew Sam, Cas, and Bobby would likely need your help more than Dean and Crowley did. You still didn't trust Crowley and you hated the idea of leaving him alone with Dean, especially when they were facing an apocalyptic storm and going up against one of the oldest creatures in creation--Death himself.

"You just gonna sit there?" Crowley asked Bobby, drawing you out of your thoughts.

"No, I'm gonna river dance," Bobby quipped back.

"I suppose if you wanna impress the ladies," he teased. "You know, you can really make these contracts work in your favor, for instance adding your legs as part of the deal."

Everyone stared at Bobby in silence as he slowly began to move his legs for the first time in what felt like eternity. You gasped in shock when he stood up to his full height and took a step forward.

The joy was short-lived, given the tasks you were about to complete. There were a couple hugs before everyone sobered up and finished preparing to leave.

You were about to get into the van with Cas, Bobby, and Sam, when Dean approached you and called your name.

"Dean? You okay?" you asked.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering against your cheek for longer than it should have. "Just--just be careful, (Y/N/N). Please."

You smiled gently and nodded. "You too, Dean."

He pulled you into a tight hug, placing his lips into your hair, gently kissing the top of your head. "I can't lose you," he murmured so softly you almost didn't hear.

When he finally let you go, your eyes had begun to water--emotions bubbling up inside of you despite your best efforts to conceal them. "Come back to me," you choked out.

He gave you a sad smile as he stepped away. You saw him close his eyes as he swallowed thickly, clearly experiencing some complicated emotions of his own.

"Dean!" Crowley yelled. "Let's get a move on."

Dean groaned and his normal impassive mask slid back into place. "I'm coming, quit your whining." He gave you one last look before walking away from you.

Your heart ached in your chest, an overwhelming feeling of fear embedding itself in your bones. You watched him get into the driver's seat of the Impala before you managed to shake yourself out of whatever trance you were in and get into the van with the others.

"You good, (Y/N)? Bobby asked as you shut the door.

"All good," you lied. "Let's roll."

**********

"Have I mentioned how much I hate Croatoan Virus?" you grumbled as you shot yet another infected person who was charging your way.

"Maybe once or twice," Sam shot back.

"We should have known they would infect people before we got here," Bobby commented.

"Yeah, but at least we've stopped the shipment. Now we just gotta kill some Croats," you said with a smirk as you shot another one.

You and Sam traveled farther into the warehouse, following the sounds of people yelling for help. Cas and Bobby stayed up front to make sure no Croats escaped.

You were certain you had to be nearing the last of the infected people, but as you rounded a corner, one got the jump on you, tackling you to the ground. You fought with him, desperately trying to get him off of you so you could shoot him, but he sent your gun flying, leaving you defenseless.

You were starting to lose the battle, the Croat's teeth close to sinking into your flesh, when you heard a yell from behind you. The Croat looked up just in time to see Sam pull the trigger, bringing the terrifying moment to an end.

He helped you up and you retrieved your gun. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks for the save."

He smiled. "Any time."

The two of you started moving back towards the front of the building. You heard a sound down one of the aisles and you started in that direction. You nodded for Sam to get back to Bobby and Cas, confident you could handle the situation on your own.

You cleared the aisle, but didn't find anything. You started heading back when you heard Sam yell and you started running. You arrived just in time to see Castiel shooting a Croat in the head to save Sam.

He looked slightly pleased with himself, gazing down at the sawed off in his hands. "These things can be useful."

You chuckled and Bobby just shook his head.

Sam got up and clapped Cas on the shoulder, a silent thank you for saving him. "Alright, let's blow some stuff up," he said with a grin.

"This has always been my favorite part of the plan," you declared with a grin of your own.

When the four of you returned to Bobby's, you were pleased to learn Dean and Crowley's mission had also been a success. Not only had they saved Chicago, but Dean had managed to secure Death's ring and learn how to use the rings.

"How old do we think Death is, exactly?" you asked.

"He told me he was as old as God...maybe older, but neither of them could remember," Dean responded.

"Holy shit..."

"Yeah. He didn't exactly strike me as the forgiving type, so I doubt he'll appreciate me lying to him," Dean commented.

"You lied to Death? About what?"

"I told him I was okay with Sam saying yes to Lucifer."

You sighed quietly, not wanting to admit which side you fell on in this particular argument.

Thankfully, Bobby did have something to add. "You and I have always treated Sam like he's a kid, despite the fact that he's one of the toughest people I know. He's been running into burning buildings since he was what, 12?"

"Pretty much," Dean replied.

"I saw him today, Dean. We both did," Bobby said, looking over at you. "He's not that little kid anymore. He's strong--stronger than any of us give him credit for. I think we should have a little more faith in his abilities."

Dean looked over at you, silently asking for your input. "I've always believed in Sam," you said honestly. "I'm not gonna stop now."

Dean nodded, a look of resigned acceptance crossing his features.

**********

You'd just gotten out of the shower when you heard a knock on your bedroom door. "Just a second!" you called.

You quickly threw on pajama shorts and an old faded Led Zeppelin t-shirt, before throwing open the door without checking to see who it was.

"Dean," you gasped in surprise.

"Hey," he murmured awkwardly. "I, uhh--I was hoping we could talk."

"Oh, umm, sure." You stepped aside to let him in, shutting the door behind him.

He sat down on the edge of your bed, looking extremely uncomfortable.

"Everything okay?" you asked worriedly.

"I'm just thinking about what's going to happen in just a couple days and I--I don't want to leave things unsaid."

"Dean, we don't have to--"

"I need to, (Y/N/N)," he interjected. "Just in case."

You didn't want to think about the very distinct possibility that one or both of you might not survive the coming fight. Your heart ached at the mere thought of losing him, and to your surprise he felt the same way.

"I don't know if we'll make it through this--all I know is I'm terrified of losing you," he admitted.

You shifted on your feet, unsure of what to say.

"I'm not used to being afraid," he whispered. "It's not a feeling I'm accustomed to experiencing and to be honest with you, I kinda hate it."

"You don't have to be afraid for me," you reassured him. "I'll be fine. You know I can take care of myself."

"In every other fight? I'd agree completely...but this isn't any other fight. This is Michael and Lucifer--it's the biggest fight of our lives."

"I know," you murmured. "But I have to believe that at the end of this, we'll all be okay."

He nodded, but you could see the emotions clouding his normally bright green eyes. "I wish I had that same faith."

You gave him a teary smile. You understood where he was coming from, especially given his past experiences.

"Any chance I can convince you to stay back?"

"There's no way that's happening, Dean. If you're facing two archangels, I'm coming with you."

He sighed. "I figured you'd say that." He exhaled deeply, clearly preparing himself to say something else. "Things have been so--intense--for the past few weeks and we haven't really had much of an opportunity to talk. We've been dancing around our feelings and I don't wanna keep doing that--I can't."

You swallowed thickly. "I don't know if I can..."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't want you to say anything if you don't really mean it. You're scared and honestly, so am I. This might be the end, Dean--the end of everything. I just don't want you to say something you think I wanna hear because we might die, or something you don't really feel just because you don't wanna be alone for the end...I can't handle that."

Dean stood up and reached out to you. You'd finally let the tears fall during your speech, and he couldn't stand to see you cry. He reached up slowly, giving you plenty of time to stop him. When you didn't, he cupped your face in his hands, gently wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"I don't want you to ever think I'm choosing you because of some misguided desire to not be alone. I meant what I said, sweetheart--you're the only person I can imagine myself being happy with. It's always been you--I've just been too scared to tell you."

You sniffled softly as he finished wiping the last of your tears. "So why now?"

He continued to gently rub his thumbs on your cheeks, almost afraid to let go of you--as if you would simply disappear. "Because I'm tired of pretending I'm not in love with you. If this really is the end, I don't wanna go out without telling you the truth. If you don't feel the same, I understand, but I needed to--"

You leaned in to press your lips gently against his, silencing the rest of his sentence. He returned your kiss, one hand sliding into your hair to pull you closer to him.

You pulled away from him to suck in some air, leaning your forehead against his as you caught your breath.

"So does that mean you might feel the same?" Dean murmured softly.

You laughed lightly. "Maybe just a little bit."

He grinned as he slipped his arms around your soft waist and pulled you closer. "Just a little?" he teased.

You giggled as his fingers gently tickled your sides. "Or a lot."

"Yeah?"

You bit your lip. "Yeah...there's a strong possibility I feel exactly the same as you."

"Oh, baby, I don't think that's possible."

You looked at him in confusion.

"I love you more than anything--I don't even have words to express how I feel about you. 'Love' just doesn't cut it."

You practically melted in his arms, a warm, teary smile gracing your face. "I don't think I can compare to that, but I do love you, Dean--so much."

Dean was one of the most deeply emotional people you'd ever known and the way he loved was no exception. He was incredibly passionate and he loved with a kind of fierceness that almost frightened you. But at the same time, you felt incredibly honored to be loved by such an amazing man--a man who was loyal, brave, strong, and sensitive (even if he would deny it).

Dean kissed you deeply, holding your body tightly against his own. You could feel his arousal stirring against your stomach and you moaned softly.

"I could kiss you all night," he whispered against your lips.

"Why don't you then?"

Dean raised his eyebrows, a small smirk playing on his lips. "How would you feel if I kissed every square inch of your body instead of just your lips?"

You inhaled sharply, his words sending a shock wave of need straight to your core. "Please," you begged softly.

"Oh baby, you're in for a treat." He grabbed you and spun around, tossing you onto the soft bed.

It didn't take long for you both to be completely naked, Dean's head between your legs, bringing you closer to blissful release with each passing moment.

Every movement of his lips and tongue had you moaning in pleasure. You tangled your fingers in his hair, nails scrapping against his scalp as he continued to drive you wild.

When your orgasm finally hit, your hips began to buck wildly, causing Dean to lay his arm across your abdomen to hold you in place. He continued lapping up your juices and teasing your clit until you dragged him away, whimpers of sensitivity leaving your lips.

He breathed heavily as he hovered over you, licking his lips in contentment. "I didn't wanna stop."

You smiled. "I could tell."

"So I can go back down and finish--" he started moving lower and you grabbed him to keep him in place.

"No!" you said, laughter filling your voice. "I'm a little too sensitive for that right now, Dean."

He groaned in displeasure. "Fine," he mumbled. "Later then."

He leaned down to kiss you and you giggled softly against his lips. His antics always made you smile, so you weren't surprised to find the experience continued in the bedroom.

As he deepened the kiss, you felt his cock brush against your core, a sharp hiss leaving your lips at the contact.

"Sorry, baby," he murmured.

"I'm not," you said lightly.

He looked down at you quizzically, but didn't have time to comment before he found himself lying on his back looking up at you.

You grinned down at him, clearly pleased with yourself.

"Whatcha doin' sweetheart?" he drawled.

"Taking what I want."

Your meaning was quickly made clear as you kissed slowly down his chest and abdomen, stopping only to make a soft sound of appreciation when you came upon his throbbing cock.

You wrapped your hand around it and licked slowly from the base to the tip, giving a flick of your tongue against it to collect the precum.

Dean moaned softly, green eyes watching you intently as you took his cock into your mouth, slowly lowering yourself down until you couldn't fit any more.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, hand reaching for your hair to tangle his fingers in it.

You hummed happily and began to move, bobbing your head up and down in a pleasurable rhythm. Your hand wrapped around what you couldn't fit into your mouth to ensure his entire member was receiving pleasure.

Dean's hips jerked slightly each time you made a noise or a particularly pleasurable motion, and his grip on your hair tightened considerably.

You made it very obvious you were enjoying yourself, which seemed to only increase his pleasure. You very gently caressed his balls, massaging them in your soft hand as you continued to suck his cock.

Dean's moans and curses had increased in both volume and frequency, signaling he was nearing his peak. You flicked your gaze up to look at his face, meeting his dark, lust-blown eyes.

You held eye contact as you continued your motions, soft moans vibrating against his cock.

"Holy fuck," he whispered. "Gonna cum, baby."

You hummed, signaling your desire for him to let go. You continued to hold his gaze, but you switched your focus to the head of his cock, using your hand to rub the rest.

Moments later, Dean came with a low groan of your name, hips stuttering upwards as you swallowed every drop he gave you.

Just as he'd done to you, you refused to stop until he literally pulled you off his cock, aftershocks shaking his body.

"That was incredible," he breathed.

You smiled down at him, appreciating the praise.

"I wanna taste you again," he begged softly.

Your eyes widened a bit, but you couldn't deny the ache in your core. You wanted to feel him inside you so badly, but you knew he'd need some time to work back up to it.

"I suppose you can have a little taste," you murmured teasingly.

You started to get off of him, but he grabbed you to hold you in place.

"Where ya going?"

"To lay down..."

He raised an eyebrow at you. "Did I tell you to lay down?"

You inhaled sharply. "No..."

"Didn't think so, babe." He shifted so his head was flat against the mattress. "Come on up and sit on my face."

"I'm sorry--do what?"

He laughed softly. "Sit on my face."

"Umm...you sure?"

He lifted his head to look at you. "I've never been more certain."

You bit your lip and considered his words for a moment. You'd never sat on anyone's face, but you'd heard it was an enjoyable experience.

"Alright," you agreed, pulling yourself up to hover over his mouth.

"Lower, please," he said.

You lowered yourself down, but remained hovering.

"(Y/N)," he said harshly. "Sit."

You lowered yourself as much as you could without putting your full weight on him.

"For the love of god," he growled, tugging down on your hips and forcing you to actually sit.

You heard his groan and what sounded like a muffled "Fuck yes", before his tongue slipped between your folds and the assault began.

If you'd thought he was good with his mouth before, it was nothing compared to the incredible feelings you were currently experiencing. You had to press your hands against the wall to hold yourself upright and your thighs were pressed tightly around his head.

The sounds coming out of your mouth were loud enough to wake the neighbors, but you couldn't be bothered to care.

You could feel his tongue pressing into your channel while his nose bumped against your clit with every movement. The combination was amazing and your hips started to move on their own, seeking more friction to push you over the edge.

Dean's grip on your hips tightened and he started to move your hips more forcefully, letting you know it was okay to ride his face.

You took the hint and completely let go, allowing yourself to truly enjoy the experience. Dean's moans vibrated through your body, which only served to increase your pleasure.

Your thighs began to shake and your moans had turned to cries of his name as your hips made one final thrust before you fell apart. The orgasm that crashed through you was easily the most incredible one you'd ever experienced--the high both better and longer than ever before.

You lifted yourself off Dean's face as the pleasure became too much, but your legs were no longer able to support you, so you fell onto the bed beside him. You were both breathless, but Dean wasted no time in rolling over on top of you and pressing open mouthed kisses to your heated skin.

When you finally caught your breath, you murmured, "I've never felt that good in my life."

Dean smirked, pride evident on his face. "I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart."

You bit your lip and looked up into his handsome face. "Is that a promise?"

He groaned softly and his cock pressed against your core. You both inhaled sharply and he lowered his face down to kiss you deeply. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"

"I hope not," you whispered back.

He smiled and placed another sweet kiss to your lips. "You ready?"

You nodded--you'd never been more ready in your life.

He gripped his cock and lined it up with your entrance, pressing in slowly to give you time to adjust.

You whimpered at the feeling, his cock stretching you in ways you didn't know you could be stretched.

"You okay, baby?"

"Mhmm," you hummed. "Keep going."

He waited another moment before continuing to push forward. By the time he was fully seated inside you, you were both breathing heavily and a light sheen of sweat graced your face.

Dean pressed soft, sweet kisses all over your face as he waited for your breathing to normalize. "Let me know when you're ready," he murmured.

After a few more moments, you took a deep breath and said, "You can move now."

Dean's hips began to move slowly, his thrusts languid and gentle at first. As your grip on his cock tightened and the soft sounds you made washed over him, his pace began to increase.

"You're so goddamn tight, (Y/N/N)," he groaned softly. "So warm and wet--fucking perfect."

You pulled his face down to yours to kiss him passionately. "Feels so good, Dean," you moaned.

He knew he wasn't going to last very long...which wasn't common for him. You just felt so incredible and he knew he was going to lose control.

He'd be damned, however, if he came before pulling at least one more orgasm from your sweet body.

Dean grabbed your legs and folded them towards your chest, flexing your body almost in half. This position allowed him to get even deeper inside you and the head of his cock pressed against your sweet spot with each thrust.

"Dean!" you gasped in surprised pleasure. Not very many men had managed to find your g-spot, but Dean wasn't exactly most men.

You dug your nails into his biceps--the only part of him you could reach, and your moans turned into an unending song of pleasure.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't love every part of it. Every noise was like music to his ears--a soundtrack he could listen to forever. The sharp pain of your nails in his skin only heightened his pleasure and the look of pure bliss on your face was an image he wanted to sear onto his brain.

He was desperate to watch you come undone--to see your beautiful face in full view as you fell apart for him. He was certain it would be an image worthy of an art museum.

"You gonna cum for me baby?" he asked lowly.

You nodded rapidly, unable to form a verbal response.

"Can feel you squeezin' me so tight."

He sped up just a little more and a sharp gasp left your lips. He knew you were seconds away--and honestly, so was he.

"Need you to cum for me sweet girl," he begged. "Wanna feel it so bad."

His words sent you over the edge, your third orgasm of the night washing over you and throwing you into pure ecstasy.

Dean held back his own impending orgasm just long enough to ask, "Can I fill you up, baby?"

"Please!" you cried.

Dean came with a loud shout of your name, hot ropes of cum filling your pussy to the brim. His thrusts slowed as you both rode out your highs and his cock began to soften as he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside you.

"That was--" you began.

"I know," he finished.

You turned to look at him and giggled softly. He grinned widely and let out a warm laugh along with you.

"Who woulda thought we'd end up here?" he asked.

"On the brink of the end of the world," you added.

"There's no one I'd rather be with," he admitted.

You rolled onto your side to face him completely. "Same here, Dean."

He offered you a small smile tinged with sadness. "I love you, (Y/N/N)...and if we die tomorrow, then at least you'll know how I feel about you."

You closed your eyes and sighed. "I love you too. But I want a life with you, so let's try to make it through tomorrow, okay?"

He smiled warmly. "Alright, sweetheart. I'd like that."

"Good," you whispered as you nestled in close to him, laying your head against his chest and sighing softly.

Dean wrapped his arms around you tightly as if he was afraid you would disappear if he let go. You fell asleep like that, one last moment of peace and contentment before the final battle.

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