#please joey is so babygirl

[ihaveahyperfixationdad]

Is half of my starkid obsession just Joey Ritcher?

No of course not..

Is the other half just Lauren Lopez?

That's absurd

They're actually only one third of my obsession

Because Jeff exists

[maxwelljacobfriedman]

ECW 3 Way Dance: Stevie hiding behind Raven and Raven apparently not minding

[blackelysian]

Date Night.

Joey Bada$$ as Jordan x Black! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 2,518

Warnings: 18+ Car sex (unprotected), dirty talk, minor breeding kink, nasty stuff

Summary: You and your husband, Jordan have needed some quality time together without the kids. You guys have a cute little date night and take a little adventure.

AN: I hope you guys enjoy! Im still a baby writer so please be kind. Im still new to this and I don't have a taglist yet. If you like and want to be added lmk! Ok ok Enjoy!

7:24pm

It was Friday night and I was getting ready to go on a date with my husband of 4 years, Jordan. Between the kids and his 80 hour a week job this was some much needed alone time. He took the next two days off and the kids are at his mom's so we basically had the whole weekend to ourselves. I was definitely looking forward to our long weekend together.

After applying the finishing touches to my makeup, I let down my pin curls. I begin fluffing my hair out in the mirror and just looking myself over to see how I looked. I heard a low growl come from the bathroom entrance," Damn sexy". I turn to see my boyfriend standing in the doorway entrance gently biting his bottom lip. I giggled girlishly as he walked over and wrapped his arms around me. He puts his head on my shoulder as I lean back into his chest, my heart begins to flutter. I close my eyes as I take in the scent of his cologne as he gently kisses me on the side of my head.

We stayed that way for a while just gently swaying back and forth. " We gotta' go baby, I really don't want us to miss our reservation". I whined wanting to stay in his arms a little bit longer. I stood up fully and fixed my hair . His hands were on my waist as he watched me through the mirror as I was pouting. He turns me around to face him. With him being a muscular 6'2 he towered over my small, petite frame. He grabs my chin and gently kisses my lips a few times telling me to fix my face. He gives my bottom a gentle pat as I pout. We separated and I quickly put away everything I used for my hair and makeup. I spritzed myself with my favorite Jo Malone perfume and exited the bathroom. I go to the closet strap on my heels, grab my purse and head downstairs.

Jordan was sitting on the couch aimlessly scrolling through his phone. He stops to look at me and smiles. "Ready to go?". I quickly nod my head as he grabs his keys and we head towards the door. I walk out the door and hop into the passenger side of his 2021 Range Rover as he locks up the house. He walks to the car and hops in beside me starting the car. As he backs out of the driveway an incoming facetime call comes through on my phone. I looked down at my phone seeing it was from Jordan’s mom. Probably the kids. I answer with a smile waiting for the call to connect. Once it does my smile brightens seeing their little faces in the camera. Ayla, 6 and JJ, 4. " Hi mommy!" they say in unison.

"Hi babies, what are you guys doing?"

" We made cookies with mimi", JJ says in his little soft voice. Mimi was a name they gave Jordan’s mom, instead of calling her grandma.

"Aww did you make mommy and daddy some?" I say as I fake pout into the camera.

"Yes!" Jayla shouts from behind JJ and holds up the little container with cookies in it.

"Where's daddy? '' she asked as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"I'm right here, im driving right now baby I can't hold the phone." I turned the phone towards Jordan so Ayla could see him. She's such a daddy's girl. A wide smile immediately came across her face.

Jordan glances over and smiles back at her. " Hey babygirl."

JJ pushes his little head back in the camera. " I'm ready to come home!"

I chuckle at him," Come home? You haven't been there that long. You're not having fun at Mimi's house?"

"But I miss you and daddy." The kids are so used to being with us 24/7 they can barely stand to be away from us for a day.

" We aren't coming to get you guys til after the weekend baby. Mommy and daddy are having some alone time." I pout seeing his little sad face.

"It's gonna be okay, when we come and get you guys we can spend all the time you want, okay?" I ask him, giving him a small smile.

"Okay" he says lowly, rubbing his eyes.

"Mommy is gonna call you guys tomorrow, okay I love you two" I blow kisses into the phone.

Jordan says his goodbyes and I hang up the call. " I love our little family baby" Jordan says with a smile as he drapes his arm over the back of my seat, coming to a red light. I look over at him and smile brightly " Me too, thank you for making me a mommy" I lean into the middle console to meet him halfway for what was supposed to be a quick peck but quickly turned into a passionate makeout session. A car beeps the horn from behind us, snapping us away from our moment. Jordan pulls away biting his lip as he pulls off. " Keep kissing me like that and imma give you two more..." he states, lust clear in his tone. I bite my lip and turn to look out the window as we finish making our way to the restaurant.

Once we arrived at the restaurant Jordan helped me out of the car and grabbed my hand as we walked into the restaurant. We were at 'Shoto' which was a brand new Japanese steakhouse by where we lived. I love sushi. Jordan had been trying to get us reservations here for months due to this place being so popular. Finally, he was able to snag one and he surprised me.When we walked in the restaurant was dimly lit with light music playing in the background. We walked up to the hostess stand and were greeted by the host. "Hello, Welcome to Shoto! Can I have a name?" she asks.

“Jordan," He tells the host, gently squeezing my hand.

"Jordan, table for 2 at 8:00pm. Alright, Please follow me" She says with a smile as she grabs two menus and begins to lead us towards our seats.

Once we got to the table a bouquet of roses laid beautifully next to a small tealight candle. “Aw babe, are these for me?” I say, my eyes lighting up. 

“Yea gorgeous” He says deeply, looking at me in the most loving and adoring way. He places a tender kiss on my cheek and we both scoot in the booth on the same side, him first. Once we are seated she sets down our menus "Enjoy your meal", she says with a smile before returning to the hostess stand. I looked around at the dimly lit restaurant and smiled.

" You know what you want?" Jordan asks.

"I don’t know” I drag out. 

“There's so many options. What about you?" 

“I might try these Wagyu tacos.” He turns to look at me. “Or I can just eat you” He says in a deep but hushed tone. My jaw drops as I smack his shoulder.

“Baaabe” I giggle and he winks at me.

Soon after the waiter walks up to take our orders.

"Hello, My name is Austin, I'll be taking care of you two tonight. Can I start you two off with some drinks?"

"Hmmm, I want to try the passionfruit martini please?", I say, dragging out the E.

"I'll take the old fashioned", Jordan says, as I instantly scrunched my face at his drink selection. "Eww babe whiskey, gross"

"I'm a man baby, I don't like that fruity shit", He says, looking at me as he strokes his beard.

“And… you love it when I drink brown” He winks at me again, this time sending a chill down my spine. God why was this man so fine! I look him up and down with a slight smirk.

Just as I was about to respond, the waiter came back with our drinks. "Here you are." he says, setting down our drinks. "Ready to order?" We both nod our heads. I ordered the spicy tuna rolls and Jordan settled for the Wagyu tacos.

"Alrighty, it should be out soon." The waiter says and walks away.

"That's all you want? Don't be asking for any of my food when it comes" He says with a playful mug on his face, sipping his drink.

"Boy, you know you goin feed me some anyways" I chuckle. He smacks his lips and smiles "You don't know me girl"

I playfully scoff " Please I know you better than you know yourself" I say with a smirk, now looking at him.

He starts stroking his beard again causing me to bite my lip at him. " Is that right?" His deep, raspy voice caused a slight trickle in my panties. "Mhmm" I hummed, taking a sip of my drink. I playfully rolled my eyes at him, trying to be serious to hold back the sexual tension that was slowly rising.

"You know ima always share with my baby" He leans over and kisses the side of my head and I smile.

After about 20 minutes we finished our drinks and the waiter started bringing out our food. He also brought us another round of drinks. " These are on the house", He states with a wink. "Enjoy, let me know if you need anything." He smiles and leaves us to eat our meal. A comfortable silence fell over us as we ate and finished our drinks. Him gripping my thigh from time to time and little whispers in my ear just heightened the sexual tension even more. I ended up getting another order of sushi and we got cheesecake for dessert.  After the bill came we were good and full and feeling our drinks. I could tell Jordan was just eager to get me back to the car at this point.

As he pulled out his cash to pay the bill I reapplied my lipgloss, quickly checking myself in my mini compact mirror he got me for my birthday before putting everything back in my purse. He looks over at me "Ready to go, pretty girl?". My heart flutters at the given nickname.

I drunkenly nod my head, slinging my purse over my shoulder and sliding out of the booth. He follows suit as he throws his arm around me and we walk towards the door. Once we get back into his car, he starts it up and slouches back in the seat looking at me. He reaches for the pre-rolled blunt he had sitting in the ashtray. He lights it before cracking the sunroof and pulling off. As we are riding I casually scroll through his phone looking for the next song to play. The warm night time breeze from outside coming in through the sunroof felt good on my melanated skin. Just as I made my song selection, his hand found my leg, his fingertips drawing small circles on my inner thigh, inching closer and closer to my womanhood. I look out the window and see that we weren’t on our usual route home.

“Where are we going?” I questioned, a look of confusion on my face.

“We goin make a stop real quick” He says, finishing the blunt and tossing the roach out the window.

A few minutes go by and I see we are pulling onto a back road that leads us to a cliff with an amazing view of the city. He puts the car in park, reclining his seat a little.

“Wow this is so pretty baby, I didn’t even know we had anything like this here.” I say in awe. 

“I thought it would be a perfect way to end the night.” He shifts to look at me, biting his lip.

“You goin 'come get in my lap?” He slurs in a lustful tone.

I smirk and slide my panties off and toss them in the backseat.

I crawl over the middle console and straddle his lap. His hands instantly found my ass of course. By me wearing a short skirt, it sat slightly above my ass, giving him easier access to slide his hands under there. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he pokes out his lips, asking for a kiss which I gladly gave him. It didn't take long for the kiss to start to turn steamy. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues fought for dominance.

I pulled away slowly, taking his bottom lip with me. " Mm" he groans as I feel him grow underneath me. He takes a hand grabbing my neck bringing me back into his lips. He uses his free hand to hook my panties to the side, slowly rubbing up and down my slit. I lightly moan against his lips as he continued to get me worked up.

He removes his lips from mine and starts trailing open-mouthed kisses down my neck, stopping and slowly sucking on my spot.

"Damn baby" he groans, slowly sliding two fingers inside of me.

"Mm.. Jordannn" I cry throwing my head back, the squishing sounds becoming louder.

"You've been lookin good all night, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on your pretty ass" He smirks, curving his fingers up and grazing my spot causing me to lean forward into him.

"Oh fuck" My eyes closed tightly as I grind into his fingers.

"Yeah?" he asks in his low, raspy voice. "Sss..shit baby" I whine. " Im gonna cum" I pant.

“Not yet baby, I want you to cum on my dick while I make love to your beautiful ass in front of this beautiful ass view” he says, sliding his fingers out as he unbuckles his belt. His eyes never leaving mine. He slides his pants and boxers down, revealing his already rock hard member. I kiss him sloppily as I slide down on him. We both groan, instantly getting into our own little rhythm.

“Ohh shit” he stuttered, throwing his head back. I grab onto his shoulders and grind down on him. He grabs my waist and drives straight to my spot. The sounds of our love making over powering the music playing. 

“Talk to me baby” he pants, slapping my ass.

“Fuckk you feel soo good papa” I moan out girlishly.

“Yeah? You like the way im fucking you baby?” 

“Oh shitt YES!” I scream, feeling an orgasm brewing. My walls contract around his member in my attempt to hold back my orgasm. I spin around on him reverse cowgirl and start to bounce up and down on him.

“Shit, I'm about to give you another baby” He says lowly, placing kisses down my spine and wrapping one hand around my neck. I look back at him in a seductive gaze “Give it to me papa”. 

I could see all the love in his eyes as we released in sync. Quiet I love yous leave our lips as we both come down from our high. 

“I hope you know i'm not done with you yet”....

[eddieschains]

Sending this from my main cos Tumblr is an ass but here is my request.

Having. A. Bath. With. Joe.

I'm talking candles, wine, bubbles, lay that romance on me baby. I'm feeling like ass and I just need some fluffy fluffy fluff (but don't overdo it you know how much of a whore I am, I melt like the Wicked Witch when too much romance is thrown at me) to make me feel better.

Love you!!!!!

oh.my.god.yes.

i know you said not to overdo it but as a hopeless romantic… i got a little carried away 😅

i hope you still like it baby @choke-me-joey

TW: rpf (don’t like it, don’t read it), mentions of mental health, abandonment issues kinda??, implied smut at the end

Off. That was the only way to describe how you felt. It had been nearly a week of you just not feeling like yourself. You stayed home as much as you could and really kept to yourself. Joe gave you your distance, not wanting to push you to talk about it if you weren’t ready. And considering the fact that you didn’t even know what was wrong with you, it would be hard to articulate your feelings with him.

You started to feel like you were pushing him away. You would come home from work and immediately go to the bedroom and take a nap or watch some tv. He always came in to make sure you ate, but that was about the extent of your contact.

Today when you got home you walked into the bedroom to see a big teddy bear on the bed, paired with a bottle of your favorite wine and a note.

Meet me in the bathroom, and bring the wine XOXO

You weren’t sure if you were in the mood for his games tonight, but you desperately needed to do something about this funk you were in, so you gave in.

Walking into the bathroom you were met with rose petals laid on the floor leading to the bathtub, candles lit, bubbles in the tub water, and two wine glasses perched on the edge of the tub.

“What on earth…” You whisper to yourself. You feel Joes presence behind you, with his hands soon wrapping around your waist.

“Hi doll.” He whispers in your ear, placing soft kisses on your neck.

“Joe, what is this?” You turn around facing him.

“I know you’ve been going through a rough patch lately, so i wanted to do something nice for you. Help you relax.” He runs your fingers through your hair, caressing your soft cheek.

“This is too much baby.” A smile creeps up on your face, something you haven’t felt in what seems like a lifetime.

“No it’s not.”

“Babe, there’s rose petals on the floor.” You giggle, climbing back into his chest.

“I know you don’t know how to react to gestures like this but please, let me do this for you babygirl.” He kisses your forehead as you nod in agreement.

You set the bottle of wine down on the sink before getting undressed. Joe does the same before helping you into the bath. He grabs the bottle of wine before stepping in himself, laying behind you while pouring a glass for you.

You sip on the wine while he pours water over your head, preparing it for the shampoo he’s holding. He squirts some on his hands, rubbing them together before lathering it in your hair, massaging your scalp with the tips of his fingers. You feel tears brewing in your eyes, and you can’t help yourself from letting them fall.

Joe stops his movements once he hears your cries falling from your mouth. “Baby, why are you crying?” He grabs the glass of wine from you, setting it down on the cabinet next to you.

“I’m sorry for pushing you away this week. I don’t deserve you.” You fall into his chest, eyes closed as you let your tears flow.

“Shh what are you talking about?” He kisses your cheek while rubbing your shoulders, trying his best to calm you down.

“I’ve just been a mess, and i haven’t been a good partner to you. I haven’t spoken to you or done anything for you all week, and here you are trying to comfort me when i should be making up for all my shit i’ve been putting you through.” Your words are barely audible through your sobs.

“Stop thinking like that. You don’t need to apologize for not feeling well. I just wanted to give you your space, and didn’t want to pressure you into talking when you weren’t ready.” He pours more water on your head, washing away the shampoo he had previously massaged into you. “I just want you know i’m always here for you. I love you on your good days and i love you on your bad days. Always.”

His words only make you cry harder. How did you end up with such a kind, caring, and understand person? “I thought you were going to leave me.” You blurt out.

Joe stops dead in his tracks. “What? What would make you think that?”

“I’ve been distant. I don’t know why you would want to stay with someone who comes home without a word and coops herself up in her room all night.”

He grabs you by the chin, turning you to face him. “I would never just leave you the second things get difficult, understand? Relationships are more than that. You’re mine and always will be mine, wether you’re sad, mad, anxious, scared, im staying. You can’t get rid of me that easy.” He kisses your lips, softly as you laugh.

“How did i get so lucky?” You ask.

“I ask myself the same question everyday.” He smiles.

He continues to help bathe you, washing away all of the negative energy that you’ve been carrying, before climbing out and grabbing a towel to wrap you in.

Carrying you to the bedroom, he plants you on the bed while he picks out your favorite pair of pajamas to wear. He sits down behind you, combing through your hair while you finish off your glass of wine. Once he’s done, he leaves just for a moment to put your clothes in the laundry room before returning and climbing into bed with you.

He brings you to his chest, holding you as close as physically possible while rubbing your back. “You hungry?” He asks, receiving a small mm-hmm from you.

“What are you in the mood for?”

You look up at him, puppy dog eyes on full display, before bluntly responding “You.”

He looks down at you with a smirk on his face, “Oh babygirl i thought you’d never ask.”

[sesshy380]

You're next on the list

Top 10 Yugioh characters and their theme song please (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

So like...my top 10 faves and what song I associate with them? Hold on, I gotta think. I don't have songs for all of them (I don't even know if I have 10 faves)

Okay, I had to take a few minutes to make a list in doc. Most of my songs are for the longfic versions of characters, so I had to stop and rethink a few of the songs. I am going to apologize in advance for the large amount of Fiver Finger Death Punch. I have an entire playlist of FFDP that is dedicated to all my different AU's lol.

10. Seto Kaiba - Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger (Far Out remix) by Daft Punk

9. Joey Wheeler - Drop the Bass (Extended) by Rocco

8. Mai Valentine - POP/STARS by K/DA

7. Yugi Mutou - The Spectre by Alan Walker

6. Pharaoh Atem - Wrong Side of Heaven by FFDP

5. Marik Ishtar - Jekyll and Hyde by FFDP

4. Ryou Bakura - Skeletons by Pop Evil

3. Yami Bakura - Wash It All Away by FFDP

2. Thief King Bakura - Afterlife by FFDP

Now, you're probably seeing Number 2 and thinking 'Wha??? TKB isn't Numero Uno???'. Let me explain. TKB is my babygirl, but Numero Uno belongs to my QP bestie. I have a playlist that is entirely HIM.

Drumroll please...

Yami Marik - IOU by FFDP

[eileensdress]

Joey Batey…babygirl…please release the most incoherent statement possible rn it would be so fucking funny

[jevilowo]

Could you please give me a brief summary of the plot of the bendy and the ink machine series?

Oh boy bendy lore!

Okay so this loser Joey started an animation studio with this dilf Henry. Henry did all the fucking work, and they released their first cartoons with the characters Bendy, Boris and Alice.

Henry left for reasons that are unclear, as far as I'm aware. Some say he was drafted for world war 2, others say he just quit to get married. Either way Joey threw a pissbaby tantrum and decided to do weird shit.

He hired more guys to the studio: notable ones include Sammy Lawrence (musician), Susie Campbell (voice actress for Alice), Norman Polk (ran the projectors) and Wally Franks (janitor). Some unimportant guys were hired but I'll get to them when i get to them.

Some stuff happened at this point in the timeline, but all of that was in the books and I have not read the books. The important thing is that there was a guy called Buddy. Moving on.

Joey, being the idiot he was, decided to hire a guy to build a theme park yay. The guy was called Bertrum and he didn't like Joey but he liked theme parks so he got building. Tragically, Joey went fucking bankrupt before the thingy finished. Tragic.

Moving on, the reason Joey went bankrupt was this thing called the Ink Machine. The Ink Machine was built for him by a guy he hired called Thomas Conner. It was at first meant to be like a 3d printer that made shit out of ink, but then Joey decided it would be silly and goofy if it could create life. Anyway.

All this bankruptcy gave his accountant severe anxiety. His name was Grant Cohen, and despite the fact he only has one voiceline I think he's babygirl. Anyway, he drowned in ink.

Speaking of such, Sammy Lawrence from earlier started drinking ink and fucking losing it. He nows praises our lord and savious Bendy Christ.

Susie the voice actor gets fired because Joey decides he's found a better va in this girlie called Allison. Allison proceeds to get hitched with Thomas Conner of the ink machine building. Slay.

Eventually, all the ink pretty much destroyed the studio and Joey started pushing people into the ink machine. They emerged mostly as Lost Ones and Searchers (humanoid inky blobs) and then Joey fucked off to do God knows what. He ended up with a niece anyway, who I'm pretty sure got later retconned into his daughter.

Years later, Joey sent a letter to Henry telling him to come back to the studio, so he does. I won't explain the entire gameplay but I'll summarise the important shit.

CHAPTER ONE: Henry sees the ink machine. At the end of the chapter he gets chased down by the Ink Demon, a feral bastardised version of ya boi Bendy.

CHAPTER TWO: Henry meets Sammy Lawrence, who calls himself a prophet and acts insane over Bendy. Henry also finds a voice recording made by one Norman Polk. At the end of the chapter, Henry gets kidnapped by Sammy and then Sammy gets mauled by the Ink Demon. Fun. Henry then meets a real life version of Boris. Cue chapter end.

CHAPTER THREE: Boris is the ink version of Buddy from the books, though this isn't stated here. It's theorised Boris was originally supposed to be Wally the janitor before a retcon, but that's neither here nor there. Anyway, Henry meets Alice Angel (insane ink version of Susie the jilted VA), does some shit for her (which includes being forced to steal hearts from The Projectionist, the ink version of Norman with a projector stuck on his head), has to evade the Ink Demon (who now has the abiltity to randomly spawn near you) and after all that Alice kidnaps Buddy Boris. Rude.

CHAPTER FOUR: Henry runs around a mini Bendyland, fights Bertrum Piedmont (who is now a massive fucking carousel because ??), watches Norman get torn to pieces by the Ink Demon (rip) and eventually unlocks a haunted house ride. He rides through and has to fight a fucked up version of Boris (Brute Boris). Oh yeah, Alice likes to murder Borises whenever they spawn so she can steal their "perfect" ink. She kind of has a complex because half her face was fucked up by the Ink Demon one time. She uses the "perfect" ink to heal her face. Anyway, you eventually kill Buddy Boris (rip). Alice runs at you, but gets macheted by... another Alice and Boris?

CHAPTER THE LAST: This Alice and Boris are Allison the replacement VA and Thomas (Tom) Conner the builder of the ink machine. They lock Henry in gay baby jail and leave you to die. Rude. At least they give you a magical glass thing that lets you see hidden messages on the walls. We don't know who's writing them. More on that later. Henry breaks out of gay baby jail, and rides a boat to a village inhabited by Lost Ones and Searchers. Sammy reappears for some reason, gets slaughtered by Tom and then you have to fight a bajillion pissy Lost Ones and Seachers. Blah Blah, at the end of the chapter you stick a reel on for the Ink Demon because "he has been there for the beginning, but never the end" (????), it flashes a bunch of "the ends" on the conveniently placed TV screens and he evaporates.

PROLOGUE I GUESS: Henry wakes up in Joeys apartment, noses around a bit (the notice board claims Wally, who left at least one voice recording in every chapter, got out alive and has grandkids, good for him) (it also claims Allison and Tom got out and got married, oddly enough) and then is lectured by Joey and told to step through a door. The door leads to the beginning of chapter one. Timeloop!! Hooray!!! (Said while barely containing rage)

So the Bendy lore ends in a timeloop. I'm pretty sure it gets broken in the Dark Revival, but I haven't played it yet and am trying to avoid most spoilers.

The secret messages are able to be viewed on playthroughs after your first, but we still don't know who's leaving them. The two most popular theories are Bendy (a sort of Jekyll and Hyde-ish theory, where he can be normal sometimes and write messages on the walls) and Henry himself (it's implied he loses his memory in the loops, claiming to see his old desk in both chapters one and five, making him leaving himself messages and forgetting about it pretty likely. Also, at the very beginning of Chapter One there's a bunch of hidden tally marks. Left by Henry every loop?)

Can't think of much else non Dark Revival and Book related I may have missed. I should really read/play those at some point. Hope this helped!

[billiedeanhwrd]

you're my lobster

billie dean howard x fem!reader

summary: you enjoy a relaxing and playful evening with your girlfriend, billie dean <3

warnings: none, practically just fluff without plot

word count: 1090

a/n: i wrote this when i was very sleepy and very very lonely so there's tons of tooth decaying fluff :)

gif credits to @shootthemessenger and @central-perk-friends

It was a cold January evening, the wind whistling outside as you enjoyed your lover's warmth after a long day of video conferences and endless zoom meetings. you were both drained to the bone and all you wanted to was relax.

Naturally, you suggested re-watching Friends for the millionth time and the medium couldn't help but agree, you were just way too cute to handle, how could she refuse anything you said? Exactly, she couldn't, your cuteness made it impossible for her to disagree with you.

And that's how you two ended up cuddling in your pajamas on Billie's gigantic L-shaped sofa, laptop resting on Billie's lap, watching Ross walk in on Rachel and Joey making out while reveling in each other's body heat. No matter how cold it was, having your girlfriend close to you filled you to the brim with the most pleasant warmth.

"We should all have dinner... yes, we'll do it tomorrow night. I'll cook!"

"Uh, look, don't you think that'd be a little weird?"

"Weird? What? What's weird? The only thing weird would be if someone didn't like Mexican food, because I'm making FAJITAS!"

Billie's nose scrunched up as her laugh made butterflies explode in your stomach. No sound could ever come close to her angelic laugh. You let out a content sigh, shuffling around a little until your head was resting on her chest, your glasses slightly pressing into the side of your nose, but you were too tired to care.

Taking in a deep breath of your girlfriend's comforting floral scent after a yawn escaped you, made your eyelids feel gradually heavier and heavier until you couldn't hold them open anymore, the warmth and safety of your lover's arms coaxing you to sleep.

She started softly running her fingers through your hair after securing you tightly in her embrace, making you let out a soft moan as you nuzzled your head against her chest.

If heaven was a feeling, this was it.

About to fall into a deep slumber you didn't notice Billie glancing down at you, the lack of laughter coming from you strangely suspicious.

She gently stroked your arm, "y/n?"

You didn't respond, her soft, melodic voice only making you sleepier.

Billie raised her eyebrows as she teasingly asked, "pumpkin, are you sleeping?", her smile evident in her tone.

"Mmh", you intertwined your legs with hers.

She removed her arms from you and you whined at the loss of warmth. She sat up straight, putting the laptop aside, and patted your arms. "Let's go to bed then, hm?", she whispered, gently giving you a kiss on your forehead.

You groaned and clutched at her, refusing to leave this comfortable position. "Nooo, I wanna stay like this", you mumbled, your face pressed against Billie, your voice tickling her.

Billie chuckled, "come on, sleeping beauty, we can cuddle in bed too."

You groaned as you burrowed your face in your girlfriend's sweater, "but I'm so comfortable now, you're so warm."

Billie laughed affectionately at your grogginess, "I'll still be warm upstairs."

No reply.

Billie raised her eyebrows at your silence, as her hands made their way to your butt. Your squeak when Billie's fingers pinched the soft flesh there, made the medium let her head fall back as she laughed at you, her voluminous curls bouncing on her shoulder.

"I'm going to have to tickle you if you don't get up by yourself, sweetheart", she threatened as her fingers started gliding up to your stomach.

Her threat made you jump up so quickly, you almost fell to the floor. "I'm up! I'm up!". You smoothed down your shirt and tightened your ponytail, "please don't tickle me", you begged with a hint of humor in your tone.

Billie looked at you with narrowed eyes and a glint of mischief in them. "hmm, I don't know, babygirl"

She got up quickly and her sudden movement caused you to run up the stairs in shock, desperately not wanting to be tickled.

After turning off the lights in the living room, your girlfriend playfully chased after you, "you think you can run away from me?", she jokingly called out.

she peeked in the door when she reached your bedroom, "boo!", you squeaked as you hastily turned to her. It was just too easy for Billie to make you fall down, the quick turn you made taking away your balance enough for her to gently push your shoulders and have you land flat on your back onto the bed. She climbed on top of you and settled comfortably on your stomach, straddling you.

"Got you", she laughed, taking both of your hands into hers and pressing her lips to the back of your hands. Your heart was practically leaping out of your chest as your shocked expression was replaced with one filled with love and admiration for the woman on top of you, a soft smile gracing your face. Billie's eyes sparkling as she returned your loving gaze.

She slowly got up from her position and you scooted over to your side of the bed, making space for the medium. you maneuvered the blanket out from under you and held it open for her to crawl in next to you.

You watched her attentively as you patiently waited for her to get comfortable. she turned to you as she settled down and chuckled at your focused stare, she knew what you were waiting for.

She opened her arms for you, "come here, princess"

You laughed giddily and rushed with childlike eagerness into her arms, clinging onto her immediately. Billie returned your physical affection by protectively wrapping her arms around you, her hands then tracing hearts on your back.

"I love you-", you looked up at her with your big, Bambi-eyes, "-so much".

Billie was sure she could just explode from all the love circulating in her body, your girlfriend's expression overtaken by bursts of affection.

Her voice quivered a bit as she replied, "I love you, too, so much"

A deep breath helped her collect herself again and a sly smirk made it's way on Billie's face as she broke the comfortable silence. "One could even say you're my lobster."

Her smirk turned into an enormous smile as you squealed at the reference to your favorite show, squeezing her in excitement.

"I'm going to marry this girl someday", Billie thought to herself as she let out a contented sigh, basking in your love, her eyelids growing heavier as she let herself slowly be pulled into a peaceful sleep.

[straykidsftw]

Sleepless Night | BC

genre: smut, fluff

summary: your child walks in on you having sex

age: Joey = 5 / Leo & Dan = 3

warnings: slight oral (female receiving), slight fingering

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“Chan?” you groaned.

Chan grimaced, “I’m sorry. I had to wake you up.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, sitting up, “why? What’s wrong? Are the kids alright?”

Chan chuckled, running his hands down your arms, “they’re fine, baby. Just relax, okay? I needed some alone time with you.”

You rolled your eyes, giggling slightly as you tried to remain serious, “Bang Chan, we already have three kids.”

Chan shrugged, “and they all want a little sibling don’t they?”

You smiled as Chan’s hands ran further down until they reached your knees before heading back up at a painfully slowly pace.

You were only wearing one of Chan’s t-shirts and your underwear, and Chan was already stripped down to his boxer shorts.

“Chan, hurry,” you sighed as his hands reached your hips, playing teasingly with your panties.

“So impatient,” he chuckled, slapping your thigh.

He moved his hands under your t-shirt, pulling it up and exposing your breasts, now focusing his attention on your nipples, licking and sucking as you whined.

“Shh, babygirl, we have to keep quiet,” he smiled sadistically, “or are you already so horny you forgot?”

“Channie, please hurry,” you sighed, your breath shaky with want.

Your hands ran down your husband’s back, his hands on your waist as he moved down your body, wrapping his fingers around your panties before pulling them down to your knees.

He blew air gently around your heat, making you groan, you hips involuntarily snapping up.

Chan raised an eyebrow, looking at you sternly as he held your hips down with his arm, going straight in and licking up your wetness.

“Chan,” you groaned, gripping your fingers in his hair, “feels so good.”

Chan hummed, “yeah, baby? What about this?”

Placing his finger on your clit, he rubbed small circles, making it hard for you to stay silent, especially when he returned to licking and sucking all your juices.

“Daddy!” Joey shouted.

Both of your eyes widened, pulling away from each other as you quickly pulled your underwear back on.

The five-year-old burst into your bedroom seconds later, his kangaroo toy under his arm.

“What is it, Joe?” Chan said, wiping his mouth with his arm as Joey walked closer to the bed.

“I heard you come home and then I heard weird noises,” Joey pouted, “I thought you were hurted.”

“No, Joey,” Chan chuckled, “I’m fine, see?”

He had the duvet covering his lap, luckily.

Joey nodded slowly, “but... what were the noises?”

“Mummy couldn’t sleep,” Chan shrugged, nodding, “I was helping her to relax.”

“Mummy,” Joey pouted, climbing onto the bed and into your arms.

You smiled, kissing his head, “I’m alright, Joe, I promise.”

“Daddy’s gonna go to the toilet, okay?” Chan said, kissing his son’s head, “I just got back from work.”

“You work too late!” Joey scolded, making Chan laugh as he made his way out the bedroom.

“I know, baby, I know,” Chan said.

“Daddy!” another voice came, recognisable as Daniel’s.

“Danny!” you called, “come here!”

“Leo,” you heard Danny’s loud whisper, “Mummy’s awake.”

Soon, two sets of footsteps were padding down your hallway and into your bedroom your twin boys appeared.

“You two,” you said, looking at them sternly.

“I heard-ed Daddy!” Dan exclaimed.

“I know,” you nodded, patting the bed beside you, “come one, we’ll sit here until Daddy gets back, okay?”

“Where’s Daddy?” Leo asked, his head tilting to the side, his twin brother not even questioning as he jumped onto your mattress.

“He’s gone to the bathroom,” you said, “he needs some alone time after work. Work’s stressful, you know.”

Leo climbed on the bed beside you, “no.”

You laughed, “that’s okay, too, baby.”

“Mummy, I’m not tired!” Joey exclaimed, “not even 1%!”

“Really!” you said, trying to sound as enthusiastic as you could, “but you know you need sleep.”

“Not me!” Joey exclaimed.

You nodded, “cause you’re Super Joey.”

Joey nodded, giggling, “right!”

“This is gonna be a long night,” you laughed, pulling the twins onto your lap as Joey jumped down, playing with Chan’s piano, “Dad! You finished yet?!”

“Nearly!”

“I’ll go and see!” Joey exclaimed.

You and Chan gasped, “no!”

[ncutii-gatwa]

his naughty girl

HIS NAUGHTY GIRL

warnings: 18+, 3k words, fingering, oral (male receiving), rough sex, gagging, spanking, biting, unprotected sex (be safe lads).

tags : @deanscroissant @mrhoemazzello​ @ramimedley​ @eggroll-riding-dirty @johndeaconshands​

A.N. This is the dirtiest thing I’ve written (so far). Be warned. Feedback is appreciated, and if you want more Joe, I have a book on Wattpad called Born To Love You. My user is -fieldoflilies. :)

It was the 2019 Oscars afterparty and you were revelling in the fact your close friend Rami Malek had won the big award for Best Actor. He portrayed Queen legend Freddie Mercury in a movie about him and the band, a movie in which he starred alongside your boyfriend, Joe Mazzello. You both couldn’t be happier for Rami, as you both had known him quite a while and he was the main reason you two ended up together. You did originally plan to spend the night with Rami and the rest of the cast of the movie, but thanks to the look Joe had decided to go with today, which was a suit partnered with a bowtie and his hair pushed back, you had something else on your mind quite quickly.

You and Joe hadn't been intimate for a while, with him being called left and right for the movie and living in London. You were almost gagging to touch him and feel him in a way you hadn't in weeks. But, you didn’t want to just come out and tell him straight away about how you were feeling. You know that would be way too easy for him. You thought back to the BAFTA’s a week prior and how he had teased you constantly during the afterparty with your family and friends, knowing full well you were on your time of the month. It was agony listening to his dirty words whispered into your ear and not be able to act upon them. The son of a bitch knew what he was dong, so he couldn't be surprised by how desperate you had become since then. It was payback time, and you knew just what to do. You had been teasing him ever so slightly throughout the day, sometimes all it took was a look and fuel was being added to the fire. You could see in his eyes, in his body language that the need was building inside of him after every time you teased him. All he needed was a little push.

After you came back from the ladies room, you looked around for your boyfriend and saw him talking to Lucy and Rami. You smirked and quickly got a fresh drink from the bar, making sure the drink had a small straw before you sat at a table in clear view of him. You waved to get his attention, and pulled your dress up slightly so he could see your bare legs under the silk. You then took your drink, your eyes still focused on him, and used your tongue to swill around the little straw before starting to sip from the drink. Joe's face said it all, his jaw tightening and his hand adjusting the belt around his waist. He was trying so hard to keep listening to Rami and his story, but seeing you the way you were, with that pink silk dress that went down to the floor, your hair pulled to the side so he could see your exposed and free neck, he almost took you right there on the table.

Seeing him on the edge in a room full of people amused you, so you bit your lip at him. That was almost the last straw for him. He felt like he had to excuse himself from Rami and Lucy to come over and set you straight.

“Can you stop being so goddamn sexy?” He leaned down and whispered into your ear.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You teased, your hand gliding slowly up and down his leg. “Am I awakening you?” You asked sweetly, looking up to him with your big, precious eyes that screamed innocence to him. But you both knew that you were far from an innocent flower. It had been that way for a while.

“Yes, you are. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna have to you take you back to the room and teach you a lesson.”

“Oh, no. Please no.” You said sarcastically, crossing one leg over the other and pulling your dress so your leg could be seen up to your thigh.

“Jesus.” Joe muttered to himself, downing the last of his drink to try and settle himself.

“I don’t know if you can see, but I’m not wearing any panties.” You whispered into his ear, and that then was the last straw for Joe. He placed down his empty glass and took your hand, pulling you up from your seat. He was breathing heavily, almost nose to nose with you as he undressed you with his eyes.

“Please let me take you to the room and have my way with you.” His face was so close to yours you just had to fake going in for a kiss, pulling away with a smirk on your face. “Y/N.” He whined. “Please, for the love of god.”

“Oh, my poor Joey.” You teased, cupping his face with your hand. “Of course, you can.” You bit your lip at him again, making him take your hand and lead you out of the party venue and towards your hotel, you giggling as you left.

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Once your hotel room door was unlocked, you pushed it open and pulled Joe inside, kicking the door shut with your foot. You then pushed Joe against the wall, kissing him ferociously whilst fumbling to take off his jacket. When it was off, you threw it to the floor.

Joe slipped his tongue into your mouth, hoisting you up by your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist. He carried you towards the bed and carefully rested you on it. He didn't hesitate to pull down the straps of your dress and trail kisses down your chest as he pulled your dress off your body. He had to groan and squeeze your hips when he saw you weren’t lying when you said you weren’t wearing pants. Your pussy was on full show, and he didn't even know about it until now. He couldn’t resist massaging your folds with his fingers and groaning when he felt just how wet you already were.

“Oh my god.” You whispered, sitting up to make eye contact with the man who was pleasuring you by just touching you. "I’ve been a very naughty girl by teasing you. I think I need to be punished. Oh, Joey, I want you fuck me so hard my pussy will be sore tomorrow. ”

“Oh, that can be fucking arranged.” He almost growled, laying next to you on the bed with his fingers still massaging your folds. “You have been a very naughty girl.”

“I’ve been so naughty. Punish me, please.” You begged, and with that, he ploughed two fingers into your sweet, wet pussy, pumping in and out at a pace that turned your brain to mush. “Oh, fuck!” You leaned your head back, the feeling of his fingers punishing your pussy drove you crazy and made you wetter by the second.

“Is that good, babygirl?” He whispered, trailing kisses from your ear and to your neck.

“Oh god, it’s so good.” You moaned. Then his fingers moved from inside your pussy, to rub your clit just as fast as he was pumping his fingers in and out. The feeling was almost too much for you, words not being coherent as he kept going and going. He smirked at the state of you and kept the pace. “Oh my god, I’m gonna cum so hard.”

“Do it.” He growled into your hair. “Cum hard and all over my fingers.” He kept the pace of his fingers, your back now arching and your mouth opening as you could feel the orgasm about to rile through you. Your hands gripped the sheets as your orgasm sent shockwaves all over your body, making your legs begin to shake from the level of euphoria you were feeling.

“Oh god, Joey, I’m cumming so hard.” You moaned, your voice a little higher in pitch due to the feeling that had run through you.

“Yes, baby. Cum for me. There we go.” His fingers slowed in pace as you came, only for him to roughly cup your face to make you look at him when you were done. “You ready to be punished even more?”

“Yes. Punish me. I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow.” You replied, making him pull your face closer so he could kiss you hard. “But you need to be naked too. It's only fair."

"Oh, of course." Joe smirked, kissing you deeply once more before he slid off the bed to stand at the end of it. You stayed on the bed and got on your knees, undoing the belt of his trousers whilst he undid the buttons of his shirt and threw it on the floor along with his bowtie.

“You’re so hard, aren’t you?” You teased again, your hand palming over the very obvious bulge in Joe’s trousers. “I want that cock in my mouth." You pulled his trousers down and immediately pulled his boxers down. His size made your mouth water, and you didn’t waste another second, your mouth taking as much length as it could. You bobbed your head up and down, taking it all before moving up to just lick the tip.

"Baby, you looks so good like this." He cupped your chin, helping to guide your mouth up and down his cock. "I'm not cumming in that mouth. God damn, I won't cum in that mouth." He talked to himself, almost begging himself not to waste this time with her by just letting it out early and into her mouth. He had done it before, the image sometimes being too good to pass on. But tonight he wanted to last longer, go further and possibly cum in that sweet pussy of yours. It was something you two had only a couple of times before, and he wanted to it more.

"You can if you want to." You told him, looking up at him with those innocent eyes yet again, your tongue swirled around the tip of cock without your eyes leaving his own.

"No. You wanted to be punished and I'm going to punish you. Now can I please, gag that pretty mouth with my tie?" He asked, making a smirk come to your lips.

"Allow me." You whispered, reaching for his bowtie and wrapping it around your head so the fabric was in your mouth. You gave him a wink when you tightened it around your head, making him bit his lip in response before he helped you to stand. He then began to suck on your neck, sometimes leaving little bites on your bare shoulder. Your moans reassured him you liked where this way going, so he then pushed you back onto the bed before he crawled over you.

"Permission to fuck you senseless?" He asked, and you nodded vigorously. He smirked at how desperate you seemed and pulled your legs up with his arms and positioned his cock against your entrance. "You want that pussy to be sore? You don't want to be able to walk tomorrow?"

"Fuck yes!" Your words were muffled by the gag, but Joe could make out your words with no confusion. Your desperation for it turned him on even more, and by god was he going to fulfil what you wanted in whatever way you allowed him to.

"Alright then." He rubbed his cock over your folds, but then looked up to you, the hunger in his eyes gone for just a moment. "You tap me whenever it get's too much, okay?" You nodded at his question, making the hunger return in his eyes. He started slowly pushing in his tip, but then plunged it all into you making you gasp due to the sudden sensation. "You good?" Once again, you only nodded at his question, allowing him to start to slowly pump in and out of you, his arms keeping your legs out wide and in the air.

"Oh god, Joe." You moaned as he fucked you slowly. "Go faster, please!"

"You got it." He growled, now starting to absolute pound your little cunt. "Like that?"

"Yes, just like that. On my god, don't fucking stop!!" You growled through your gag, taking his hand and wrapping it around your neck as he picked up the pace and fucked you even deeper than before.

"You like being strangled, huh?"

"Yes. Keep strangling me and make me cum." You reached down to your clit with one hand and rubbed your folds as quick as he was fucking you. Everything was driving you insane in the best way, and feeling his fingers around your neck just added to it. "Fuck yes, make me cum." You words turned into muffled moans as another orgasm ripped through your body, making you shiver once then twice from how good it felt all over.

"Yes, moan for me, babygirl. Let the people next door know how well you get fucked." Joe told you, leaning down and sucking on a part of your neck. After a couple of seconds, Joe was out of breathe so slowed his pace down whilst sucking on one of your nipples. "If we keep going like this, I'll cum pretty fast."

"Good."

"Okay. How do you want it then, baby?" He asked, leaning down and pulling your gag down so you could answer.

"From behind. And I want you to cum inside me."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Fill me up."

"Oh, I hear you, baby." Joe kissed your lips then turned you over onto your front, pulling up your behind so when he knelt behind you, his cock was lined up with your pussy. Joe groaned at seeing you this way, and gave your arse a nice slap. You moaned at the contact and replaced your gag so it was in your mouth again.

"Come on, Joey. Fuck my little pussy." You wiggled your butt, hoping to entice him to fuck you sooner rather than later. "And make sure you keep slapping that arse." With a smirk, Joe slammed into you once again and went back to pounding at a pace that drove the both of you to the edge. He moaned as he slapped your arse cheeks, loving the sound of his skin slapping against your own, as well of the image of his dick going in and out of you.

"God, this pussy is so wet." He spoke, pushing his cock as deep as it would go before going back to pounding you at a fast pace. "Oh fuck." He moaned as he pounded, slapping both your arse cheeks to the point of leaving red marks of his hand print. "That too hard for you?"

"No, Joey. Keep going. I'm your naughty girl and I need to be punished." You reached down to your folds once again and started massaging them, wanting all the pleasure you could get.

"Yeah, you're my naughty girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am. I'm your naughty girl." You moaned and moaned, your body going into overdrive from how he was fucking you. Getting fucked from behind was always your favourite position. "Oh, god, I love feeling your big cock inside me."

"Oh baby, I'm wanna cum. Can I pull your hair back?"

"Do it! Pull my hair as you cum inside me!" You pushed your head back, allowing him access to take your hair in his hand and pull so your head stayed where it was. "Please fill me up, Joey."

"You want it inside you, babygirl?" He asked, slowing his pace knowing that slowing it down when you were both so close would just make the orgasm even stronger when it happened. "Beg for it."

"Oh my god, please! Please cum inside me!" You almost shouted, desperate to feel him let go inside of you and fill you up.

"Oh god!" Joe moaned with his eyes closed, picking up his pace again once he felt his orgasm start to begin. "I'm gonna fucking cum inside you. I'm gonna fill that sweet pussy up."

"Give it to me, Joey."

"Oh, fuck!" Joe pushed all the way into you as he began to let go inside of you. He growled through his teeth, pumping in and out of you slowly as his cum filled you up. You moaned louder than ever, letting it echo around the room and not caring for whoever heard it. The feeling of him letting himself go inside of you was like no other, and was the perfect end to your moment together.

The two of you panted as your orgasms subsided, with you taking your gag off and smiling at what you two had just done.

"God, that was hot." Joe said in-between breathes, slowly pulling out of you and dropping to lay down next to you on the bed.

"I'm sure those next door heard us." You pointed out, moving to lay on your side to face the man who had fucked you senseless. His face and the front of his hair was a little damp from the sweat that had appeared during your moments together. His chest was rising up and down, so you placed your hand on his chest and rubbed over his heart. You could feel his heart almost pumping out of his chest, and in a way, it soothed you to know his heart was the way it was because of you. That you had made his heart race and his body fire up like no other. It was always good to know you still had that effect on him after 4 years together.

"You okay?" He asked you after catching some of his breathe back, bruising some hair of yours out of your face.

"I'm so good. How about you?"

"Oh, I'm good, don't worry." He said, putting his arm around you and stroking your bare back with his fingers. "You want some water?"

"In a minute." You scooted closer to his body, your head now resting on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close and safe in his arms. "You know I love you, don't you?" You lifted your head so you could look into his eyes. "More than I've ever loved anyone." You stroked back some of the front of his hair and wiped away some sweat that appeared on his forehead with your fingers.

"I love you just as much, maybe more." Joe told you, cupping your face. He looked at you with those lovey eyes that always made your heart jump and your stomach start to bubble. Just by that look alone, you knew he loved you. You never questioned it, and you never worried he could move on to someone. Yes, he would leave sometimes and do what he had to do for work, but he always came back to you. Always. He never made you feel like he didn't love you with all his heart, and you loved him right back.

Good thing he was planning to propose tomorrow.

[hemmingsmendess]

My Oh My- j.m.

Joe Mazzello x fem!reader

Joe catches you dancing to one of your favorite songs

Warnings: oral sex(f receiving), vaginal sex, cursing 

Word count: 1,326 

Rating: M(18+) 

Reader is depicted as 19/20 years old

I was listening to My oh My by Camila Cabello and this came to mind. Hope you all like it!

You groaned as you turned your body to face Joe’s side of the bed. A wave of disappointment washed over you as you looked at the empty spot. You slowly made your way out of bed and walked out towards the living room, not bothering to get dressed. The house was completely silent, making it clear that Joe was out. A sigh escaped your lips at the thought of some quiet time. You loved him to death, but he was obnoxiously loud. A smile spread across your face as you saw the steaming cup of coffee that your boyfriend had prepared for you. 

“Alexa, shuffle the playlist ‘my favorite songs’ on apple music”. The beginning of Kiwi by Harry Styles blared through the speakers as you headed towards the fridge. You moved around the kitchen and looked for everything you would need to make some eggs. 

“I’m having your baby, it’s none of your business!” you shouted at the top of your lungs, cracking the egg on the side of the pan. 

It didn’t take long before you were done with your breakfast and just jamming to the songs that blared from the speakers. You had been dancing around the living room for half an hour before the familiar notes of Camila Cabello’s “My Oh My” played. You ran to the radio to turn the volume up a little louder. This song was one of your favorite songs to dance to.

“They say he likes a good time, my oh my. He comes alive at midnight, everynight” you began shaking your hips along to the beat. “My mama doesn’t trust him, my oh my. He’s only here for one thing, but so am I.” 

This song made you think of Joe for a couple reasons. You weren’t shy to admit that he was about twice your age, a fact that your family was not pleased with when you brought him to meet them for the first time. 

You had been dating for about two months when your mother brought up the idea of having him over for dinner so your family could meet him. A wide smile was plastered to your face as you invited Joe over for dinner that night. 

Your mother had prepared a nice meal in anticipation of meeting the man you never shut up about. She let out a small shriek of excitement when the doorbell rang, signalling that you two had arrived. 

“Honey! Come here!” your father shouted as he opened the door to find you and Joe standing on the front porch, hand in hand. 

“Joe! It’s so-” your mother stopped mid-sentence as she saw you, her smile faltered for a moment. 

“Y/n, can I speak to you alone for a moment?” she asked as she grabbed your wrist and dragged you inside. “Honey! He’s twice your age! What are you doing with him?” 

“I love him, and he loves me.” 

“He’s only with you for one thing.”

“A little bit older, black leather jacket.” you sang out, not noticing the sound of the front door opening. Joe walked through the door and smirked at the sight he was met with. You were standing in the middle of the living room and shaking your ass, he thanked whatever beings were out there that you had just stayed in your bra and panties. 

“I swear on my life that I’ve been a good girl! Tonight I don’t wanna be her!” You jumped as you spun around and saw your boyfriend standing by the door, a smirk plastered to his face. 

“Don’t stop on my account, I’m fine just watching.” he said as he set the beg down on the table, walking over to you and grabbing your hips. You gasped as he pulled you closer to himself, his bulge digging into your lower stomach. Within a minute he had you pinned up against the wall, a knee spreading your legs apart. A moan tore past your lips as he pushed his leg up, creating a delicious friction on your core. 

“F-fuck.” Joe leaned down to press a searing kiss to lips, pressing you harder into the wall. 

“Joe, I need you, now.” you whined out as he moved down to suck on your neck. You hastily undid the buttons of his shirt and tore it from his body.

“What do you need, baby?” you let out a whine at his words, leading him to suck harder on your skin. “Do you want my mouth? Or do you want me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours?” 

“M-mouth, please.” you looked up at Joe with pleading eyes before he sank down to his knees. 

“Your panties are soaked, babygirl.” he cooed as he brushed a finger over the damp material. Another moan tore from your chest as he brushed the panties to the side, exposing your pussy. Joe decided to tease you a little, pausing to place kisses on your inner thighs, taking an excruciatingly long time to make his way to your core. He must have read your mind, because just as you were ready to beg him to move along with it, he placed a kiss right over your clit. Your hips bucked into his face as he licked a strip up your slit, dipping his tongue between your folds for a second. 

“Fuck!” you screamed out as Joe continued his assault on your pussy. He switched between licking along your slit and sucking your throbbing clit into his mouth. 

“I-i’m gonna cum.” Joe removed his mouth from you as soon as the words past your lips. “Mo! No, please!” 

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll get to cum. I just wanna fuck that pretty pussy and make you cum around my cock.” you didn’t have time to reply before he was standing up and removing his jeans.

“You ready?” he asked as he reached down to line himself up at your entrance. You nodded your head and let out a whimper as he began to slide inside of you. 

“God, you’re always so tight for me.” Joe grunted as he bottomed out. 

“Move, please.” there was no hesitation as Joe pulled his hips back and slammed into you. You let out a gasp at the feeling of him stretching you. No matter how many times he fucked you, you would never get used to his size. 

You brought your lower lip between your teeth at a well angled thrust, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensations. 

“Joey.” you whined out as he finally found your g-spot. Joe pressed a kiss to your lips and angled himself so every thrust would hit that spot inside you. He quickly pressed his tongue between your lips, almost devouring you with how passionate his kiss was. “Fuck, I’m close.” your back arched as you felt the coil in your lower stomach tighten. 

“Me too, baby. Come on, cum for me.” your vision blurred out for a second at how intense your orgasm was. You whined out as Joe continued hso movements.

“Don’t worry baby, fuck, I’m so close.” Joe grunted as you clenched your walls around him. “Where do you want my cum?” Without any hesitation you replied.

“In me, cum inside me please.” Joe let out a shout at your words, the thought of cumming inside you being enough to send him over the edge. A whimper escaped as you felt the warmth of his cum filling you. 

“Jesus Christ.” Joe panted out, grabbing your ass and carrying you to his bed. As soon as you made it through the doorway, Joe laid you down on the bed and went off to grab a wet towel. 

“You were so good for me, baby.” he praised as he wiped away the mess between your legs. 

“I love you so much.” you whispered to him as he laid down beside you and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“I love you too, Y/n.”

[rvchelking]

hc that ava genuinely misses her deputy friends, despite everything?

hc that lora always wanted a daughter?

Ava: 2/10.

She’s completely brainwashed, all she can think about is John and pleasing him and being a good soldier. She doesn’t feel anything towards Staci or Joey and she blames Whitehorse for bringing them here and she blames Burke for stooding them up when he started shooting.

Lora: 10/10.

And let me tell you that she got her wish! Her and John’s first baby is a babygirl named Ruth Abigail Seed. Lora is super happy and so is John ♥

[ana-deaky]

Where's Daddy? || John Deacon x Reader

A/N: The story is based on a true story and you'll know the story when you read through. Comment or just message me if you want to be tagged in future short stories.

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"You have to come at 3 to help me get ready. I know you won't forget about it, just reminding you, love.", said John over the phone.

"I'll be there as soon as I pick up the kids. It's okay for the kids to come along, right?", you asked.

"Yes. Others are coming with family too, why not us? I gotta go. See you soon, love.", Deaky said. "Byee", you said hanging up.

You went to your bedroom to get your makeup even though the set is providing it. You also took a couple of snacks for the kids to have on the way to the set. You knew it was going to be a long day since it was shoot-day.

You reached the set at around 3. Your son, Joe(10), walked ahead of you and you held both your son daughter Taylor(8) and Lea(4) on each hands as you walked towards the set. The hallway to the makeup area was where you saw Freddie and Roger in skirts posing for the photos being as goofy as they always were. Freddie noticed you first and walked towards you to hug you.

"Y/N darling. You're just on time.", said Freddie. "Hey Freddie", you replied hugging back, "Don't you two look good in the skirts", you said looking at both of them. Roger was on one knee talking to the kids. "Thank you darling. You should see Belisha.", said Freddie. "Belisha?", you asked. "Your husband, darling. He's down the hall. 3rd room in the right.", Freddie said. "I'll take the kids to the other kids.", said Roger and you stopped down to the kids and said, "You guys be good. Don't break anything ok?", you said and turned to your son, "Joey, take care of your brother and sister, ok?" and you walked away blowing kisses to the kids.

You knocked the door twice. "Come in", said Deaky from inside. You opened the door and poked your head inside to see Deaky on the chair and a hairdresser fixing his wig and walked towards Deaky. "Hello love", Deaky said and you stooped down to give him a kiss, "If you were a man, I'd totally take you home.", you said jokingly lightly swatting Deaky's shoulder.

"George, meet my wife Y/N. Y/N this is George, my hairdresser", said John. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Deacon.", said the boy extending his hand. "Call me Y/N.", you said shaking his hand. "I'm done here, John", said George and left the room.

John stood up to give you a kiss when you pulled away with right hand over his shoulder and told showing your wedding ring, "Excuse me, lady. But I'm married.", you told. "It was funny at first.", John said. "You're stuck with me and you have to laugh at my jokes.", you said giving him a quick peck on his cheek.

"Let's get you ready. Please resume your position, Mr. Deacon.", you told waving your hand to the seat. "As you say, Mrs. Deacon.", Deaky said taking his position. "Keep still for me", you said. "That's what he said", Deaky said. "You and your jokes", you said resuming putting on the powder. "Where are the kids?", John asked. "Roger took them to the other kids. They barely see each other with school and everything", you said. "True.", said John and asked, "Do they know about the drag?" "Joe knows I think.. Taylor too... Baby Lea is too young to understand. She'll know when she sees Daddy.", you said.

A few minutes later, George and Jim came in, "Don't you look wonderful.", said Miami. "Thank you.", said Deaky. "We start in 15.", said Miami and left with George.

"Here you go", you said handing over Deaky his dressing gown. "Honestly I didn't think I'd be attracted to you in this state. Oh my! Did I say that out loud!", you said. "I am so gonna note that", Deaky said and you gave him a cheeky grin and said, "Come let's go see the rest."

The both of you walked down the hallway to enter the room near the set. Chrissy was fixing Brian's hair and doing final touch-ups. Freddie and Roger was still being themselves but in the full costume and make-up. The kids were playing on the other end of the room.

"Wow look at you all!", you said, "You guys make very good girls" "Stating the obvious but thank you.", said Freddie. "Excellent idea, Roger! Looking good as ever.", you said. "What can I say, was blessed with the good looks", said Roger with a smirk. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Rog", said Brian. "Now if the wives could leave the girls to me, I need to have a word with them.", said the Director.

The kids were overly excited to see each other to notice you after quite a long time. You were deep in conversation with Chrissy and Dominique in the same room when baby Lea came running to you, "Mommy, where's Daddy?", she said with her puppy eyes. She was always a Daddy's girl after all she was their one and only baby girl. You told her pointing to the small crowd saying, "Daddy is right there talking to Uncle Brian, Roger and Freddie. Why don't you go play with them?" "I want to see Daddy", she said almost crying which is something you didn't want her to do and as if on cue, the boys were coming. "Okay. Daddy's coming. Go say hi to him.", you said to Lea and she almost instantly ran to the crowd. You turned back to talk with the other ladies when you heard Lea crying and your heart leapt to your throat thinking she took a fall. There she was standing with her tiny little hands rubbing her eyes and her dad and uncles surrounding trying to console her as you turned around.

"What happened, baby girl?", you said kneeling down on the ground as your toddler hugged you still crying. "I.... can't find... Daddy", she said heaving in between. "Sweetie, Daddy is right here.", you said showing her to Deaky. "Come to Daddy", said Deaky extending his arms. "No that's not daddy. That's a grandma", Lea told still crying. "No baby, Daddy is dressed like a grandma. It's like Halloween for Daddy and your uncles", you said trying to console her. "Come here, babygirl", Deaky said still hands extended and Lea looked at you. "Daddy would cry if you don't go to him.", you told your daughter faking a sad face. "Don't cry, daddy", Lea said hugging her daddy. "Oh Daddy's happy now. See..", said Deaky giving his toothy grin, "Give daddy a kiss", he said showing his cheek and his toddler kissed him on the cheek. "Now daddy's gotta go baby. See you after the take ok? Be a good girl for Mommy ok?", he told pressing a kiss to her forehead and gave that crinkly smile.

[doubledeaky]

Babe. Joe fucking you and asking how deep he is. You grabbing his hand and resting it on your tummy 😩

babe, this killed me. thank you for giving me that good shit. smut under the cut my dudes! 

Ok, so you’re just laying on the living room couch, relaxing after a long day at work and waiting for Joe to come home. The book in your hand is not really interesting you considering all you can think about is Joe’s hands on you. You shift wildly on the couch, trying to get comfortable and alleviate the pressure in your belly. 

You’re only wearing an old T-shirt that used to belong to Joe and a thin pair of panties. You bring the collar of the worn shirt to your nose and inhale deeply, it still smells like him despite the fact you’d stolen it from him months ago. You let out a deep breath, closing your eyes and just embracing the scent which is so characteristically Joe. His cologne, espresso, and something that’s individually him. It has no name, it’s unidentifiable, but it’s Joe and you love it. 

Just the thought of him has you squirming in your position on the couch and your hand absentmindedly trails lightly over your lower stomach, back and forth. You imagine it’s his fingers, the calloused pads of his fingers running over the soft skin of your belly teasingly. You let out a soft whimper which is promptly cut off by the sound of Joe’s keys unlocking the front door.

You jump a little and scramble into a more “innocent” position, which for you apparently meant laying on your stomach with the forgotten book in hand and your legs crossed behind you, swaying softly back in forth. 

Joe was greeted by your relaxed form the moment he stepped through the door and he had to restrain a desperate groan. The sight of you in only underwear and his shirt was certainly something he could get used to. 

You pretended to not notice his present, which was hard considering you could feel his energy from across the room and the sensation sent shivers down your spine. When you heard his heavy footsteps near the couch, you turned and sent him a saccharine sweet smile, giving him a show as your body shifted to face him, his shirt riding up right above your belly button. His eyes focused on the exposed are of skin before flitting up to your face, which was still stretched in an easy smile.

“Took you long enough.” You tease propping your head up with your arm as you scan his appearance. He looked slightly disheveled, tense even, the muscles and veins in his arms shifting under his skin. He huffed out a laugh, rolling his eyes playfully as he sat down next to you, placing your legs over his lap immediately. 

“Sorry, they kept us late.” He says softly, running one hand up a down your thigh, the other cupping your face. He leans over and places a kiss to your lips, but it’s different than the usual “welcome home” kisses you share, it’s needier. 

You smile widens as he pulls away and suppress a sweet giggle when he thumbs the hem of his shirt. He narrows his eyes at you, giving you a playfully grumpy look before softening. 

“So that’s where my shirt went?” He questions playfully, raising both brows and pursing his lips as he relaxes into the couch, his hand still placed firmly on your upper thigh.

“Not yours anymore, my dear.” You quip, giving him a satisfied grin. His eyes widen slightly and by the looks of it, he takes your words as a challenge. 

“Oh, really? That’s what you think.” He says before grabbing the hem and attempting to pull it over your head. You let out a surprised squeal, laughing wildly as he successfully gets it over your head, leaving you completely bare excluding the barely there panties your wearing. Joe smirks, balling up the shirt before throwing it to the floor. 

“Well, this is certainly a pleasant surprise.” You give him a shy smile, sitting up to rest on your knees and shuffling to place yourself over his lap. His hands immediately come to rest upon your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there. He’s already hard underneath you, the material of his jeans rough against your clothed clit and your head falls into the crook of his neck, soft whimpers leaving your lips as his rough hands guide your hips over his lap. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asks teasingly, lifting his hips to apply more pressure to your clothed pussy. You let out a breathy moan, the sound of your heartbeat quickening deafening in your ears. The pressure in your lower stomach tightens, tensing and flexing which each movement of his hips against yours.

“Fuck, feels so good.” You gasp, hands gripping his shoulders tighter, pulling at the material of his shirt desperately. 

“Yeah, feels good? Rubbing that pretty pussy against my cock?” He mumbles, his own breathing becoming labored. You can feel his fingers bury themselves under the elastic of your underwear, the touch searing. He presses you against him harder, your pussy completely flush with his clothed lap but so close you can feel his entire length through the material. You shudder violently as you feel your high close in, choked gasps and soft moans leaving your mouth as the edges of your vision grow blurry. Then he stops, and your orgasms retreats. You almost cry in frustration, a harsh exhale the only thing you can manage. 

You give him a grumpy look, pouting as he sends you a smug look. In an attempt to soothe you, he presses wet, open-mouthed kisses to your chest and breasts, intentionally avoided your nipples to tease you. Your fingers lace tightly into his red hair, tugging lightly at the roots and he hums against your heated skin.

“Joe, please.” You whine desperately, trying to move your hips against his, the tight grip he has on your hips stopping your movements. He lifts his head, lips glistening, and presses a heated kiss to your swollen lips.

“Well, since you asked so nicely. Hands and knees, baby doll.” He says simply, giving your ass a light smack before you lift yourself from his lap and get comfortable at the end of the couch, resting your arms and head on the end of it, back arched and ass in the air. 

“So pretty.” Joe hums appreciatively, gripping the flesh of your ass, soothing the skin irritated by the light smack. You can hear him remove his shirt, then unbuckle his belt. You hear his pants and hopefully his boxers hit the floor. You feel him settle behind you, not hesitating to pull your panties over your ass and down your legs. You help him pull the garment off the rest of the way, lifting each knee individually under the material joins the growing pile on the floor. Joe can see how wet you are from his position above you, your pussy glistening in the dim living room light. 

“So wet, fuck. This all for me?” He groans, dipping two fingers into your wet folds. Your eyes flutter and you can only moan in response, nodding your head softly, your hips involuntarily arching into his touch. Joe removes his fingers and places them over his tongue, groaning at the taste.

“So good.” He mumbles before gripping the base of his cock and running it through your swollen folds. You let out a heavy sigh, pushing back desperately to receive some form of relief. 

“Patience, sweet girl.” He teases, before sinking his entire length into you. You groan loudly, head falling forward into the arm of the couch. He hisses, gripping your hips harshly in order to ground himself. 

“Fuck, babygirl. So tight.” He growls, struggling to allow enough time for you to adjust. Your breathing is growing heavy and you can barely keep your eyes from squeezing shut. You know his fingertips will be bruised into the skin of your hips tomorrow but you don’t care, if anything you’d be proud to wear his marks. 

“Move, please.” You beg, trying unsuccessfully to wriggle your hips. He doesn’t hesitate to pull almost all the way out before thrusting back in, the force sending you forward against the arm of the couch. Your mouth gapes in a silent scream, he’s so deep, this position allowing him to explore you at an entirely new angle. 

“F-fuck, Joe. You’re so fucking deep.” You moan, gripping anything and everything to try and ground yourself. Joe growls from behind you, quickening his pace at your words.

“Yeah, how deep am I? How deep is my cock in this pretty pussy?” He groans, leaning down to speak the words right into your ear. Words cannot describe the sensation, so you grab one of his hands and guide it to your lower tummy, just above your pubic bone. Joe nearly loses it when he feels the head of his cock moving within you but he restrains himself, presses heated kisses to your shoulder blades as he continues his steady pace.

“You’re such a good girl. Taking me so well.” He moans, his pace stuttering when you begin to clench and flutter around him, indicating to him that you’re nearing your high.

“Joe, ‘m so fucking close.” You whine, and he immediately brings a hand under you to rub at your clit frantically. You gasp, releasing a drawn out, high pitched moan as the sizzling coil within you is seconds away from snapping. 

“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum around my cock.” He growls lowly into your ear, a particularly hard thrust sending you over the edge. You nearly sob, your eyes fluttering closed, vision blown white. Pleasure racks your body and you clench involuntarily around his cock, your body falling limp onto the cushions. You grab one of his hands, lacing your fingers with his. 

“C’mon, Joey. Cum for me. Let me feel you.” You whine, already growing sensitive after your earth shattering orgasm. He curses loudly above you, his hips suddenly stilling as he spills into you with a low groan and a cry of your name. He breathes out a heavy sigh, shuddering as he pulls out, watching his cum seep out of you’re entrance. 

“Fuck, there’s nothing prettier than this.” He mumbles, smiling as he sees you all smiley and fucked out, gazing at him through hooded eyes.

“Let me clean you up.” He stands, pulling on his boxers and retreating into the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth. 

“Might be cold.” He mumbles before delicately running the towel over your heated skin and tossing it into the pile of clothes once he was satisfied with his work. You hum as you relax into the couch, laying on your back and inviting him into your open arms. He obliges, pressing a kiss to your grinning lips before cuddling into your side, resting his head on your naked chest. His hand rest right above your lower tummy, where he had felt himself and just the thought stokes a heat in his lower stomach. 

“I love you.” He mumbles into your damp skin, pulling you closer. You hum, much too tired to form words, returning the sentiment with a soft kiss to his head before falling asleep with Joe wrapped in your embrace. 

hope y'all enjoy! keep sending in request and I’ll get to them throughout this week when I have time! -macy:)

[jay-and-dean]

Je ne te mérite pas (I don’t deserve you) Chapter 4.

DeanxReader

Serie MASTERLIST

Warnings : Smut, swearing, Fluff, mention of violence.

Future warnings : Smut, Fluff, Angst, Violence.

Words : 5069 (I got carried away sorry...)

Chapter summary : The more Dean knows her, the more he needs her close. The more he spends time with her, the less he can keep his hands to himself...

Serie Summary : Dean and her can’t be together.If you ask Dean, he would list so many reasons : Her age, first. Not like she was a kid anymore, but he remerbers picking her from highschool not so long ago. Then Jody, damn, the girl is like a daughter to her, what kind of friend would he be ? He’d talk about her boyfriend and how he’s the opposite of himself. Of course he would expose how poisonous he is, how dangerous it is to be around him. He’d say he want to keep her away from nightmares… And he would conclude with certainly that she just won’t ever love him, why would she ?

If you ask her, she just might whisper with a heartbreack in her voice : “I don’t deserve Dean Winchester”.What if they where wrong ?

Note : It is my first time writting in english, so, forgive the errors.

Dean Pov

 She eats like she haven’t in three days, to be honest she barely did.

It took more than 14 hours in the car to go from the bunker to New Orleans, where that witch was using dark magic to kill people. We only stopped once on our way, sharing a motel room with Sam and Jack. She slept with Sammy on the biggest bed, I slept on the sofa, not getting much rest, looking at her all night, her body turned toward me, asking myself what she must be thinking of, how she could be so unfazed about what happened between us. She’s just all natural and chilled ever since the morning after, like nothing happened. I can barely think of anything else...

She eats in silence, Sam is talking about the case, about how she did great figuring out everything by herself, how impressive her knowledge on magic is. And I try not to stare while I stuff my mouth with that huge bacon burger I ordered. I agree with Sam, she’s impressive, she’s smart and cultured and brave. She guessed what magic was used in a heartbeat and found a way to counter the same day, avoiding four deaths. I agree with my brother but there is something else on my mind... I thought having sex with her would ease my desire but it didn’t.  That was a huge mistake because now I know how she feels, I'm an addict.

I tried to be reasonable : maybe it is just how forbidden this is, maybe it is just how secret and chill she acts, maybe I'm just an old creep. But the fact is, I just can't get her out of my mind. I'm obsessed by her. And what scares me is that's not only on a sexual way.

The waitress interrupt us and asks with a strong French a accent if we want anything else.

"Oh, vous êtes française ?" Y/n asks.

And they start talking, leaving us completely oblivious to what they are talking about. I heard her speaking French before, when she curses mostly, and sometimes in her sleep, but never during a conversation. It makes her even more secret and mysterious. When the waitress leaves, I look at her :

"Hey Y/n, tell me a secret in French."

She laughs and drinks in my coke.

"Why ? Why a secret ?" she asks taking a fry from my plate.

"I won't understand, but it will motivate me to try learning."

She looks at Sammy and Jack, then at her plate, and starts to touch her lips with the tip of her fingers. She sights and says :

"Le problème c'est que je ne dirai jamais mon secret à voix haute, même pas dans une langue que tu ne comprends pas." she said it so quickly I didn't memorized it like I had planned to.

 Your Pov

 You're in the front seat of the Impala, looking for a specific tape on Dean's box. He's driving, hands on the wheel, eyes on the road, the headlights emphasizing the road markings that reflect in his pupils.

Sam fell asleep and Jack is listening to your Ipod, smiling. You loaned him your books and music so that he can discover other styles. Nothing wrong with classic rock, but he never got the chance to hear anything else.

Each time you turn your head toward Dean, a smile appears on your lips so you try to look at the box, but you found the tape, and it's been almost twenty minutes, you have to say something, or pretend to fall asleep.

"Nice choice" says Dean hearing the tape you choose playing.

He smiles at you, landing his beautifully wrinkled eyes on your face. A vivid daydream conquers you : you see yourself leaning on him to kiss his jaw, him wrapping his arm around you shoulders, gently rubbing his stubble on your forehead. Without realizing it you sight.

"You okay sweetheart ?" he asks, putting his hand on your knee for a second.

This is torture, you want to kiss him so bad it hurts. Your lungs refusing to breathe deeply enough as long as your breath won't be used to tell him how much you love him. You can still feel him inside you when you concentrate on your memories, but the feeling of belonging to him is fading away. Your stomach aches, it is worse now, everything is worse ;every time you thing you couldn't love him more, you're wrong.

"Hey, Y/n, you want me to stop ?" he looks so concerned suddenly.

"No, no Dean, why ?" but the answer to that question hits you when you hear your own voice : it's hoarse and sad.

You lift your hand to your cheek and feel it's wet. Fuck. You're crying.

"Tell me" he says.

"It's nothing, I'm just tired." You dry your eyes and smile.

"I don't believe you. Please don't withdraw into yourself like you always do. Talk to me. Please” his voice is so serious and deep, you look down, trying not to cry again.

“I don’t do that…”

“You always do.” He declares. “I know you’ve been through hell but don’t be so harsh. Each time we try to reach you, you shut us out. Y/n you’re family…”

“No I’m not” you cut him. “I’m your friend, family is a big deal, Dean, don’t use that word excessively…” you say low, trying not to sob.

“You see…” he looks at you with sad eyes. Sincerely sad, and it is all it take to make a tear shed on your face.

“I’m just saying…”

“Don’t you trust me ?” he asks.

“I do.”

“Doesn’t sound like it” he states sorry.

“I do. I really do. I just don’t… trust myself.”

That’s it, you’re sobbing, he gently pulls over and stops the car. You stay still, even when he leans to you. He takes you in his arms and squeezes a little, putting one of his hand on the back of your head, keeping it between his shoulder and his neck. You can’t be silent anymore, you burst into tears.

“It’s okay sweetheart, it’s okay…” he says, wrapping you completely.

You grab his coat with both hands, ignoring Sam and Jack worried looks. You cry louder and louder, it’s like the dam broke. You cry because of your pain and for the family you lost, for the family you found and for the nightmares. You cry because your scars are ugly, because you don’t know how to deal with Sasha’s love without hurting him, because you are so damn angry all the time. You cry because you love him so much it kills you and because it is the best thing in your life.

“It’s okay” he says very low. “She’s just tired.” And you notice Sam’s hand on your shoulder.

“I’m… so… I’m so fucking… angry Dean…” you sob.

“I know” he says rubbing your back.

“He took everything… He… my body… I…” You can’t talk clearly but still try to. You want to open up to him, you need him to save you from drowning in yourself.

He kisses your forehead and you feel his chest tense, like he tried not to cry, his breathing short. You know Sam and Jack are staring, but right now there is only Dean.

“All those… thoughts and all those fee… feeling Dean. I can’t… I don’t know… How am I supposed to deal…”

“That’s the thing b… Babygirl, you’re not supposed to deal with this alone.” He says squeezing a little more.

You feel something new, like a tension in your belly is fading away, though you didn’t even know it was there all this time. The anger finally shuts up and you notice you lived in his din for so long. All there is left is sadness, it’s heavy, but it’s silent, relaxing.

“Je ne te mérite pas…” you whisper, your lips agaist his neck.

 Dean Pov

 Back to the motel, I took a bedroom for the three of us, Sam, Jack and I, so she could relax, but she asked me to stay with her a little...

We spent the night talking, really talking.

She told me about France, about the few memories she has of her mother, told me how strange it is to her that she remembers perfectly the customs and French and the taste of food there, but how she forgot most of her personal memories. The name of her mother sounds strange to her, like it was remote, she doesn’t remember anything about her father. She told me how she never fitted in, even then, because of her abilities, how lonely she was.

Then she told me about Father Joey. About that resignation, that strong instinct of survival and how it scares her that she never rebelled, because she was seeing the others die. She told me about the torture… She cried again, showing me one of her scars, a cross on her upper thigh, just below her ass cheek. This was the worst, she couldn’t sit for weeks and it became infected, she got fever and thought she would die. She talked about this one for a long time. It was painful to hear, and I had to bite my cheek not to cry, mostly because I hate thinking of her pain, but also because I can relate to this kind of pain.

What I hadn’t see coming was me opening up to her, talking about hell in details for the first time, about my mom when she died, when she came back… I hadn’t anticipated that I would have so much to say about physical pain, how desperate I feel when I get new wounds before the last one are healed… I hadn’t anticipated how easy it would be to talk to her.

She took me in her arms and told me how brave she thinks I am…

She said she was sorry. Sorry to be wary and sorry she hurt Jody. Sorry I thought she didn’t trust me. There is nothing to be sorry about, she’s perfect. I couldn’t tell her but I kissed her forehead and gave her my best smile.

I told her I’m sorry for that night, sorry I couldn’t stay away. She took my hand and locked her damp eyes in mine

“Dean, I’m not a child. Stop acting like you did this alone. I wanted this to happen”, she said.

So I talked about Sasha, and she became nervous. At first I thought it was because she cheated on him, but she started explaining their relationship to me. It was a shock and I felt so bad for him. What it must be to be in love with her, hearing her constantly saying that she doesn’t love you, that she has sex with other dudes ! I’d be such a mess.

She asked for advice… for the first time I heard her ask for help. But I couldn’t help her, who am I to tell her to break up with him ? Am I even sure I would give her that advice for the good reasons ? Shit, I’m so lost.

I wanted to know her and now she finally tells me everything, it’s like she let me in, opening her heart completely. I should be thrilled, instead of that I’m terrified.

 She’s hunched, arms around her knees, back against my chest. We gave up sleeping and started watching TV half an hour ago to doze before Sammy knock on the door. She’s laughing quietly at the cartoon she’s watching, and I’m breathing her hair discreetly, asking myself why Jody thought she was so in love with Sasha.

“I should get up and take a shower” she says clouded.

“It’s five. Sammy won’t knock until six or seven. Don’t you want to sleep a little ?”

“I’ll sleep in the car, and I’ll sleep in my bedroom. Right now I just don’t want to sleep” saying that she turns her head toward me, her nose an inch away from my mouth.

She looks at me and my heart start beating faster. I want her. Really bad. I could rip her closes off and take her here and now. None of those open discussions and friendship display have changed anything. Her mouth looks delicious and I want to feel it everywhere on me, I crave her hand on my crotch, my mouth watering at the idea of going down on her, sinking my nails in her thigh to keep her still while she falls apart…

I can feel it, the control go numb, and I lift my hand toward her.

 Your Pov

His hand comes up and brushes your throat, his thumb coming to your cheek. You're captivated by his face, looking at you so closely. You keep your head turned toward him, your back against his firm chest, his hand lingering on your jaw and neck.

What if he wanted you again ? Why ? Your eyes must still be red from crying all the tears, your hair messy, shadows under your eyes...

He sighs deeply and his hand travels along your collar bones, he leans on you and plant an open mouth kiss on your jaw. Without realizing it at the time, you squeeze your thighs together, feeling heat invade your all body.

"Fuck" he says. "You're blazing..."

He kisses your jaw again, his hand traveling down your shirt and slipping under it, immediately coming to cup your breasts, surprised to find no bra -you took this uncomfortable shit off the last time you went to the bathroom-. You moan and shift a little, to let one of your leg fall onto the mattress. His second hand comes on your thigh, preventing you from squeezing your legs again. He breathes fast you feel his heart beat like crazy. Your brain doesn't know what to do with all that : Dean is turned on, why ? Why you ? Is it because of something you did ? Did you tease him again ?... You can't think straight and you don't want to. You just need him.

You stretch your neck to reach his lips and he turns his head to kiss you. Kissing Dean again... Having his perfect plump lips on yours again. You want to turn around to face him, and kiss him all you want but his hands keep you still. You whine but he just smiles.

"What are you trying to do, Y/n ?" he asks.

You try to shift toward him but you can't move.

"What do you want ? " He says caressing your nipple with his thumb, and letting his other hand go up your inner thigh.

"You..." is all you can say in a plaintive moan.

He groans and wraps his arms around your chest to lift you just enough to push his left leg on your side, sitting you between his thighs. He takes one of your breast firmly in his huge palm, pressing your body against his. His erection leans on your lower back, and he thrusts it with restrain. You don't want him to refrain, you want him to take all he wants, to give him all he needs, so you roll your hips, pressing your ass against his crotch.

"Y/n..." he moans. "Fuck..."

And suddenly the hand on you thigh slips pass the waistband of your pants and in your panties. You jump and put a hand on his wrist like you wanted to stop him, but you can't, and you don't even try hard.

His middle finger teases you, his teeth come to you neck, nibbling. You start to pant, feeling you pussy soaking his hand. He gently caresses your clit then puts his finger inside you, making you moan and shake and pant.

"Dean... why..."

You want to ask him why he doesn't seek satisfaction for himself instead but you can't talk. He adds his forefinger inside you and goes as deep as he can, thrusting slowly but with force and determination.

"Ah !" you groan, letting your head fall back on his shoulder.

His mouth is on your jaw, kissing, biting ; and the palm on your chest comes up, wrapping again you throat without squeezing. His waist moves by itself, seeking release.

"Dean... Dean take me..." you moan but it only makes him bend his finger inside you and touch your clit with his thumb.

You can't speak anymore, you just breath heavily, mouth agape, head on his shoulder, eyes closed. Your body is trembling and your pussy is throbbing around his fingers harder and harder.

"Please..." you just beg in a wail.

"Yeah Baby ?" he asks panting.

"Please..." you whisper, not even able to think anymore.

"Fuck, Y/n. Open your eyes".

You try to obey but you can't control you body anymore."

"I ca... I can't !" you whine.

"Look at me" he insists. "Look at me when you come".

You open your unfocused eyes and just see his sweaty face before all goes blank.

Maybe this is heaven.

Maybe you're dying.

You couldn't care less.

Your body is feeling everything and nothing anymore.

It's perfect.

Then you come back slowly. His fingers still inside you, his mouth on yours, kissing your parted lips, still stroking his crotch to your back. He withdraw his fingers and it's like nothing's keeping you upright anymore, you slide a little.

Then he gets up in a flash and locks himself in the bathroom, slamming the door loudly. You look at the door in shock and try to get up, soaking your own thigh, your legs numb. When you reach the bathroom door, you hear him moan and groan, you even hear the noise his hand makes against himself brutally. You knock on the door.

"Dean... open the door."

He doesn't answer.

"Dean, please let me help..."

But he never comes out or answer and you sit against the door, completely lost, now hearing the shower run.

When Sammy knocks on the door, Dean gets out all clean and ready almost making you fall, he opens the door to Sammy telling him you need to shower because he called dibs in the bathroom, and follows his brother outside.

 Dean Pov

 Everything hurts. My body is covered in bruises and my brain tortures me.

She went to Sasha's and stayed a few days in the bunker alone because she had exams almost each days during two weeks. She's not here and it makes me sad, like all of the world was empty. I can't fully control my body anymore, everything makes me think of her falling apart in my arms, pleading me, and I get boners every twenty minutes. Yesterday, a bag I was holding squeezed my fingers, the one I used to make her beg, and I had to touch myself before breakfast...

So I hunt. I hunt and fight violently, ripping flesh and breaking jaws. It need it.

I see how Sammy looks at me, worried, like when I had the Mark of Cain, only I don't have it anymore. I'm only fucking obsessed with the most forbidden girl in my entourage.

"Okay, what is it ?" he finally asks on the way to our next hunt.

"What ?" I ask innocently, keeping my eyes on the road.

"This ! You !" he makes fun of me. "Can't we just take a break ? This nest sounds huge, couldn't we send more numerous hunters ?"

"Call backup if you think you have to but I'm going" I say making him sigh.

He looks at me, turn the music down and asks :

"Does it have to do something with Y/n?"

"What about her ?" I ask trying not to sound panicked.

"I don't know, you two seem very close and..." he tries but I cut him.

"She's our friend, yes, and ? I'm not the one constantly texting her..."

I like that they text so much, because it's a way to have news of her several times a day without asking myself, and it allows me to use that argument.

I turn the volume up.

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Okay maybe I went too hard on myself. Taking this hunt was a bad idea, I was tired, I was reckless. I'm hurt. Sam is making stitches on my back, where the glass cut my skin, I see what he is doing on the mirror, and I see the huge bruises covering my entire back. I wince when he pulls a shard out of my flesh.

"You are in pieces" he says. "You should clean up your face, it's cut everywhere. That was a bad idea. We're going home now, maybe Y/n can convince you to rest".

If you knew Sammy...

The journey is long and painful, my back hurts like a bitch, my left shoulder can't move, my lower lip is so cut I bleed when I try to speak, my knee aches and I limp. I feel like I'm ground inside, and I think of her...

 When I open the bunker door, I hope she's awake. I just need to see her, talk to her maybe, know how her exams went, let her ease my pain with her smile. But it's late and there's no light on...

Sam takes a big glass of water in the kitchen and says he's heading for bed. I look around, and sit at the kitchen table, she must be sleeping, good for her. I should go to bed too but knowing she's just there frustrate me too much, I haven't seen her in almost three weeks. I get up to take a beer when my phone rings.

"Let me see how bad it is" her text says. She's not asleep !

"What ?"

"Sammy told me you were wounded..."

I put my beer down and head for her room, feeling my willpower fade.

I knock and she opens the door, wearing a flannel of mines, her legs naked. Did she do it on purpose ? I mean, she knows what she does to me, doesn't she... The warm light of her bedside lamp pacify me. Seeing my face, she looks hurt and open the door widely so I can come in. I wanted to tell her many things but I stay silent, looking at her examining my face with frown brows.

"Does it hurt ?" she asks quietly.

"Yeah..." I admit, like I don't have to be brave, like I just won't lie to her.

And I turn around. She understand and raise my shirt, revealing my badly bruised and cut back.

"God, Dean" she says, gently brushing her fingers on my arm.

She skirts me and stand in front of me with a really pained look.

"Why ?" she asks.

"It's the job Y/n..."

"No, you should have called me. Dean..." she nestles her face on my chest. "And you're so cold... Dean this is unfair" she whispers.

I put my hand on her head and try not to think about kissing her. I feel like I could cry, being here is the only thing I want, but I have to go.

Before I can move she takes a step back and starts unbuttoning her flannel looking me in the eye. I try to speak but she lets it fall at her feet, leaving her in only her black panties, her body on full display for the first time. Her breasts I love so much, so soft and round, her belly, her belly button, her waist, soft and calling me. This body I dream of all the time, this body I know by heart by studying it through her clothes, this body I get to see for the first time... She 's got scars everywhere, like freckles, some tiny some larger, representing symbols, I don't care about them, hell I love them, because they are part of her, because it is who she is. I take the time to look at her, biting my lips to prevent myself from kissing her.

She takes a step toward me and takes my shirt off. I wince because dressing and undressing is really painful these days, but she makes it easier.

"Y/n... This is..."

"Shhh, let me take care of you for once" she whispers, and then she kisses my shoulder, right below stitches I have there.

She puts a hand on my chest and kisses my jaw where it is purple, then she kisses my lips, where it's not cut. I take a deep breath and kiss her back eagerly, hurting myself.

"Hey..." she whispers, brushing her thumb on my bleeding lip. "Why are you so cold ?".

I don't know, exhaustion maybe... I shrug but that hurts to. She slowly wraps her arms around my neck and play with my hair, pressing her almost naked body on mine, her breasts crushing against my skin. She's so warm, so soft, everything my life is not...

She makes me take a few steps back until I have no choice but to sit on her bed, and she stays standing before me. She comes between my legs and her beautiful chest is to the height of my eyes, I lean my forehead on her skin, and wrap her by the waist, taking her softness and her warm as close as possible. I could cry. She strokes my hair and my neck gently, letting me kiss her chest and her stomach, and exploring her back with my two hands.

We've never been so intimate. I'm not in a rush, I could cuddle all night, forget I can't have her, forget about Jody and everyone else, forget this is wrong.

She slowly falls on her knees and her face is just below mine, I kiss her again. And again. She smiles on my lips and puts her hands on my thighs, rubbing them gently, massaging my sore muscles. Then she starts unbuttoning my pants and I sigh at the idea of her touching me there.

"Y/n..."

She slips her hand on my jeans, touching me through my boxers. Fuck she's killing me. I'm so hard it hurts ; I wince and close my eyes. She stops and take my pants down, and then my underwear and let them hang on my calves, stuck by my shoes, making me lift my ass for a second. She kisses my stomach and gets back on her feet, watching me.

Am I to old for her, not brawny enough ? Maybe she though I looked like Sam underneath, I don't, I'm pale and a little chubby here and there... Oh, she's looking down...

"I..." I try to find something to say but she puts a finger on my lips, and kisses me.

She takes her panties off and I can feel my mouth watering. Fuck, I can see how wet she is from where I am, a discreet drop rolling on her inner thigh. How can she be so turned on by me ? How can it be so simple ?

She straddles me and I can't take my eyes off of her pussy, but she wraps her hand around my cock and I close my eyes. For a second I hear only my own breath, and feel only the bolts of electricity her fingers send through my entire body. I imagined that so often : that it was her hand stroking me, not mine.

I open my eyes and meet hers, they're wet and she's biting her lips, why do I see so much emotions on her face ?

"Y/n, I... you don't have to..." I moan but she cuts me by kissing my lips carefully, to avoid hurting me.

"I want you so much Dean..." she whispers getting closer, and this sentence almost makes me come in her hand.

"Then have me" I say touching her ass and kissing her.

"It's about you Dean... what do you want ?" she asks in my ear, still stroking me gently.

I can't lie to her, I don't want to, so I kiss her lips, her jaw, her collarbone, and I moan :

"I want to be inside of you."

Where it's safe and warm and perfect...

She whimpers and kisses me three times before lining herself with me. She sinks slowly and her breathing fasten instantly, I focused on her body swallowing me. Once her pelvis touches mine, she stops and closes her eyes for a moment, then she starts rolling her hips, sending me to heaven.

I look at her, at her beautiful, sweaty, flushed face, and take her in my arms kissing her lips again, wrapping her with one arm, touching her breasts with the other.

Despite myself I start meeting her thrusts and she clings to my neck, panting.

"Y/n... Oh God, Y/n..." I say low, unable to form a sentence.

The pain is gone, it's all gone. I take her ass in my hand and thrust a little deeper, making her groan. I feel it, how close she is, how lost her eyes are, I love this. I want to see it, I have to hold on a little longer. I want to stay inside her forever but I also want to fall of that cliff so bad...

"You..." she moans out of breath, taking my head in her hands, trying to kiss me but failing when I thrust deeper, her mouth open against mine. "Ah ! You..."

Suddenly her body shakes and burns, her pussy throbbing hard around me, making me fall of the cliff. I still deep inside her and feel I'm filling her up, my head falls back and I open my mouth, unable to make a sound.

We stay like this for a moment, breathless and nested. I should go but I just can't, so I kiss her lips again, and take her with me on the bed. I can't press on my back, so I lie on my stomach and she grazes my wounds with her fingers, kissing my skin now and then.

"It can't become a habit" I murmur, hating my own voice.

"Yes" she says and lay her naked body besides me, looking into my eyes.

 I hope I don't fall in love with you, Y/n.