#rip to snake or whatever but who!!!!!!!! who are they!!!

[mysebacielblog]

We’ve been waiting for years

[clockwork---heart]

"I don't really remember much of the funny sibling stuff Ruby and I did. Ma took me back to the tribe pretty young."

Yang is, however, making up for it now. In fact, just five minutes ago Yang had put a garden snake in Ruby's shirt drawer.

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, violence/abuse, threat of bodily harm

gn reader

Thinking about poly yanderes again…

They’re both so patronizing – suffocatingly so. 

But where one is a brute, the other is sweet – or sweeter than the former, in any case...

He has a certain calm about him – gentle with you – considerate when showing his affection, and patient with you when he’s intimate. He doesn’t growl at you to shut up and lie still the way the other one does – instead, he asks you if you can be good for him – if you can let him love you – lipping at your throat without the touch of teeth as he all but begs for your consent.

The brute doesn't bother with such foreplay...

Your will doesn’t seem to interest him in any other aspect than ripping it from you and strangling it in his fist with a big grin, laughing while watching those pitiful tears start slipping down your cheeks.

He'll just shrug off the kinder one when he chides, telling him to stop being so rough with you. He just squeezes you a little tighter, sucks your neck a little harder, and kneads his cock a little deeper – saying that he can do whatever he wants with that which belongs to him.

When you struggle against him, he’s not shy of punishing you accordingly – in fact, he jumps at the opportunity – bending you over his lap with his fist riddled in your hair – landing strike after strike until you’re screaming in surrender, all cute pleas for his mercy, words he’s told you to say. 

He likes fucking you like that – when you’re a broken mess who only clings to him for comfort, crying into his neck while he pumps you full of cock and cum.

The kinder one scolds him afterward. Tells him he’s a fiend while petting your head and hair, carrying you away from the scene and into the bathroom. He draws you a tub of bubbles and holds a glass of water to your lips. But for all his niceties – he still gets in the hot water with you – cock in your sore hole while he washes your hair.

Still, he’s more reasonable.

When he’s tying your wrists to the bedpost like every night of you sleeping stuck in between them, you ask him if it’s really necessary – promising him you’re not going to run away – telling him that you’re going to stay right there, peacefully asleep.

The brute says that it isn’t something that’s up for discussion, that if you push your luck, he’s gonna tie every inch of you up like a floppy fish caught in a net ready to be gutted. But you don’t heed the warning – looking to your kinder warden with puppy eyes and a pout on your lips, saying please, it hurts your wrists – again, promising him you’ll be good and stay sound asleep between them the entire night.

You just needed to get to the door. 

You just needed to get to the door – through the door – out into the street, screaming while at it, and surely someone, anyone, would come to your rescue. 

Why wouldn't your feet move quicker? Why weren’t you faster? Why were you clumsier now? Tripping over rugs, missing steps when scrambling down the stairs, slipping when turning corners – trying to navigate the house when you’d barely ever seen anything but the bedroom.

You just needed to get to the door – but you could hear one of them coming after you – just behind you – big monstrous thundering steps shaking you to the core, strangling your heart, shattering your bones – and it’s getting hard to breathe, hard to see, hard to feel anything other than the numbing fear and the awful way it cripples you – throwing your mind into a tailspin while choking your lungs free of all air, clawing up your throat into a scream. 

You just needed to get to the fucking door –

You hadn't known you could make a sound like that – like something out of a horror movie – high-pitched and desperate – ripped from somewhere raw and primal.

There’s a hand in your hair, yanking you backward where you’re received by a hard chest and an arm snaking around your waist, hoisting you off the ground, kicking and yelling.

It’s the brute. He looks almost happy you’d tried running away – a manic look of delight on his face when he finally drops you down on the floor – pinning you beneath him – shadowing you with teeth seemingly dripping with venom and all the ugly punishments he’s no doubt cooking up inside his sick mind.

“Your ass is gettin’ it extra fuckin’ hard tonight – my handprint won’t heal for a month – won’t even be able to sit down without cryin’.” He growls, his teeth on your cheek as he grips your jaw tight – starting off your punishment with a harsh lovebite.

You look at the more merciful of the two. 

He’s standing off to the side, looking down at the two of you. 

You expect he’d come to the rescue like he’d done all those other times.

But to your utter horror… he isn’t lifting a single finger to stop it. 

His face is blank – cold – as cold as the words that roll dryly off his tongue, “I think we’ve established that spanking isn’t enough…” 

The one holding you down halts in his advances and seems to get just as frigid as you by the cold-blooded tone of his partner – who takes slow steps toward the two of you, so close he’s got your hair pinned beneath his toes before crouching down until he as well looms over you like a darkening storm.

He reaches a stiff hand to soothe the ring of teeth left on your cheek by the other – seemingly kindly, but his eyes are so jaded your breath catches in your throat – soulless as they stare into your teary ones.

“Maybe we ought to get ahead of the issue and break your legs.” He suggests nonchalantly, making both your and your other captor’s faces bleach.

Then he smiles – that kind smile, only now you can’t help but flinch at the sight of it. 

“That way, everyone’s happy,” He states, explaining, “You won't have to be tied up, and we can trust you to keep your word and stay put when you promise us you will.”

Then he stands up and straightens himself, looking at his partner with that same eerie smile.

“Where’d you put the bat again?”

The brute stiffens. His crazed expression had melted in light of the other into a look you’d never seen on him before. He swallows thickly as though he’s just as worried as you are. His voice is hesitant, “I think rope is enough…” 

The other throws his brows up. “Oh?” Then he snaps his focus back to you. “What do you think, baby? You think that’s enough?” He walks back to the two of you, and you feel the intense urge to hide behind the one you’d initially been caught running from.

He looks down at you expectantly, watching your lip quiver as you struggle to form an answer without choking on it.

“Hm? What was that? Rope or bat, what do you prefer?” His voice is sharp, licking at you like a knife.

You stutter, “Ro-rope.”

“Yeah? Okay, then – that’s settled.” He confirms, then looks back at the other. “Go get the rope.”

It doesn’t seem like he wants to leave – almost like he’s afraid of what might happen if he does. “Now?” He asks.

“Yes, now.” The smile tightens – sharpens into something truly lethal if you were to test it. “Our pet thinks they can run wild, so we’ll have to reintroduce them to the leash.”

Then he sets his sights back on you, robbing you of all air.

“Unless you’d prefer the bat after all?”

You whimper, shaking your head with a sniffle, “No-no – rope…”

He looks back to the other. “You heard 'em. Get going.”

He’s reluctant about it – looking from you to him, then back to you again, almost apologetically – before he gets up off you, leaving you on the floor – alone.

Your hair is then grabbed harshly, and you’re pulled up to your feet before you’re dragged off them – pulled along until you’re tugged from the floor up onto his lap as he plopped down, comfortably seated on the couch.

He sighs, letting go of your hair and placing both hands on the fat of your haunches, making you straddle him – mirroring your breathless, tear-streaked face with an expressionless one.

A hand ascends, and you’re convinced he’s going to slap you – but as you squeeze your eyes tightly shut in wait for it, his hand finds your cheek, only to ever-so-gently pet the wet away.

Cupping your face, he places a light peck on the corner of your mouth, followed by his voice, “Apologize, and I’ll forgive you.”

Your eyes peel open, looking back into his. You regret it instantly. Still eclipsed, it’s a cold and blank stare that seems to seize you by the throat.

“I’m sorry, I’ll never- never ever do it again.” You whisper pitifully – as if you’re afraid to be too loud.

“Hm…” He hums, looking unimpressed. “I don’t think that’s good enough…” 

His hand slips from your face down your neck, circling it lightly before squeezing it firmly with whitening knuckles. “You hurt my feelings, y’know? I trusted you, and you lied to me – right to my fucking face.”

You cack, wrapping your smaller hands around his wrist as he strangles the words out of you. “I’m sorry- I’m really- really sorry-”

His breathing is thick, as though something’s bubbling underneath the surface – a beast within whose bloodthirst hasn’t yet been sated. “I want more than empty words.” He states flatly, unforgivingly.

Still, he lets go of your throat, letting you drop to his chest, panting sore breaths with his words ringing hot in your head. You start kissing between sipping for air – desperately, up his neck and jaw, then his lips, even though he doesn’t kiss back – pleading, “Please forgive me- I’m sorry, I-”

“Yeah? You’re sorry?” He mocks, stroking the back of your head, down your back as though soothing you – voice dripping with fake empathy. “Sorry for what exactly? Hm? For being a dumb little bitch, thinking you could run when you haven’t even so much as walked on your own two feet for months.”

A laugh inches into his words like a sickness. The eerie smile returns, small and curling in the corner of his mouth.

“You were fuckin’ hilarious, you know that?” He breathes lightly – eyes wide, staring at you like cornered prey. “Trippin’ over yer own two feet, barely even making it to the door.”

The grip around your throat returns, and you squeak out a whimper.

“Say it.” He seethes, “Say you’re a dumb little bitch who didn’t know what you were doing.” His lips ghost yours with the command, forcing you to echo the words back into his mouth.

“I’m- I’m a dumb little bitch- I’m- I didn’t know what I was doing-” 

He hums at your shivering but doesn’t ease his grip – molding his lips against yours, he kisses you deeply until parting with your lips between his teeth – letting go slowly.

“I- I’ll be good from now on, I promise-” You add – in the hope it would thaw the ice of his stare.

It doesn’t. He keeps them just as jaded – half-masted now as he runs his fingers up and down your spine, brushing your chin and cheek with his lips until blowing on your ear. “You better be.”

You shudder, wincing.

“‘Cause if you ever try anything like that again, I’m gonna go get that bat – and nothing and no one is gonna keep me from bashing away at you until I’ve made certain you can’t lift a single fucking finger without my help.”

You’re a broken mess of sniveling apologies and prayers on his lap by the time the brute comes back with the rope. 

But the one who’d reduced you to it doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. 

“There you are!” He beams with a bright smile.

Acting as though you weren’t falling apart in his arms, gripping his shirt for purchase while sobbing hard and ugly into his chest. 

“Let’s tie every square inch of 'em up like you suggested.” He muses while picking your tear-stained face up in both hands, nose-kissing you with his words dripping fondly off his tongue. “Just like a floppy fish ready to be gutted.”

BNHA – BakuDeku, DabiHawks, EndMight, ShinKami, TodoDeku, KiriBaku, Shiggy x villain!Deku

JJK – SatoSugu, YujiKuna, YujiGumi

HQ – Miya twins, IwaOi,

BLLK – NagiReo, KuniGiri

AOT - EreMin

DS - InoTan, DouAka

HxH – HisoIllu

[superhoeva]

older bf!logan fucking you after a mission...literally on you as soon as he walks through the door not even showering or getting changed...i feel faint

logan's got a different kind of hello–one that includes a tongue-heavy snog so deep that your head spins and a ripping off of whatever bottoms you're sporting at the time he makes it back to you.

there's no reason to warm you up... to get you ready, because that's all you've been since he left. wet and whining and working yourself to no avail with his pillow in the middle of your shared bed.

the man, who presses you into the front door with a chubbed cock and deep thrust, is absolutely no better. he's been dripping a dark patch of moisture in the jeans he threw on for the entire drive home, squeezing at himself with desperate grunts at the very thought of the position he has you in now.

logan could die happy at this feeling. you pulsing and hugging around him. he has to bare his teeth at the ring of wetness gathering at the base of his cock. you're soaking as he impales you, dragging you back and forth with enough vigor to lightly thump the two of you against the wooden entrance.

all his words tumble out as rushes chokes and groans, soon melting into a long trail of nothing. he's no longer able to speak, completely lost in the heat of you. in the noises he pounds out of you. in how much he missed you, and how you cream heartily around him.

logan fucks you there until neither of you can stand. you end up on the couch, his legs wobbly as he hammers up inside you. his expression is stuck in some sort of mesmerized daze as he stares up at your hooded eyes and o-shaped mouth.

continuing his thrust, logan can't stop himself from snaking his tongue back against yours with a loud moan at the taste of your spit mixing with his.

fuck, he missed you.

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© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[cherrywrecked]

bite me — yu jimin.

summary: reader's favorite time of the year is halloween, her favorite mythical creatures are vampires and her fuck buddy, karina, has a developing biting kink.

cw: g!p idol!karina. vampires. aphrodisiac. rough sex with rina. pussy slapping. dirty talking. no condoms. dom!karina.

halloween was long far done, but to you, every day was halloween. i mean, it is your favorite time of the year; anybody could be anyone. you can be a sexy doctor or nurse, a slutty firefighter, a cheerleader, hell, you can even be a fucking vampire. everybody could wear whatever we want with zero judgement and that's what you liked about halloween best. but i honestly you won halloween 2023. you were so committed to it, you even got vampire fangs. crazy? maybe, but your sexual partner loved it best. she only saw it online, but still, who's crazier between the two of you?

karina had been away for a few months for their tour and unfortunately, you weren't together last halloween, but she's now home for the holidays, and it wouldn't be karina if she didn't have anything prepared for me when you got to her apartment. the moment you walked inside the pad, all you could smell was the enticing scent of a dark, elegant and sexy perfume—it was scented candles. it was all over the hallway, as if forming a path for you to walk through. just a few steps away from me was her table and there was a glass of wine atop of it with a note which read, “come straight to my room after you're done with this.” you took your time with the wine, but as soon as you were done with it, you went straight to her room which you didn't have a hard time looking for.

there, karina was sitting on a single couch, a leg crossed over the other. she looked stunning with her black jeans and tight crop top that hugged her beautiful frame. “took you a while since i heard you enter.” she said as she got up from the couch and slowly walked towards you. “it's been a while.” she whispered, face close to yours. she looked so pretty but you started feeling lightheaded and moreover, hot. “karina, why the fuck do you have your ac off?” you asked to which karina only laughed at. she took another step closer, and another, until she pushed you in her bed.

“oh, sweetheart. still as gullible as the first time, aren't you?” she smirked as her index finger traced your chest down to your cleavage through your black lace top. her touch brought shivers down your spine, moreso when she ripped your top open. she was scaring you as you've never seen her like this. “the wine... did you put something in it?” you muttered, biting on your lower lip to bite back the whimpers itching to escape as her fingers played with my nipples. karina smirked, humming. “smart girl, why, is it taking effect already?” you blushed and sure enough, it was. your body was aching for her. instead of replying, you pulled her into a hungry kiss, one arm snaking around her neck as if locking her body close to yours, whilst the other roamed around her body, eventually taking her top off, leaving the both of you now topless.

you felt karina run her tongue along your lips which you then parted and let her in—your tongues danced, fighting for dominance, but you both know she'd win. you can feel yourself get so turned on and wet through your panties just by the kiss. “rina, i need you.” you whispered when she brought her lips to your jaw, tracing the kisses down your neck. she didn't reply, she instead used her hand to cup your womanhood through your panties under your skirt, eliciting a long moan from you. her hands feel so soft against you, you needed more.

moving your hips, you started to hump her palm, palming myself as she kissed your neck, nibbling on patches of your skin to mark her territory. “you enjoy this, don't you? look at your slutty waist, moving on its own.” she chuckled lowly against your ear before pulling away only to take the remaining pieces of clothing off your body. your nipples are so hard and you could already feel your wetness dripping down your cheeks. it's the first time you felt so horny, so needy and all you could think of is her— you wanted her.

“karina, please. i need you. fuck me, mhm? i'll be good. please.” you said as you reached out to hold her. karina only slapped your hands away and roughly spread your legs. she got in between them, her knee pressed against your cunt. you mumbled another profanity and karina's face got closer to you. she only stared at you; “move.” she commanded and you instantly knew what she meant— your hips automatically moved on its own. as if rubbing your clit against her thigh wasn't enough, karina started to slap your mounds alternately. it was too much, your moans started to get higher with every slap. as your skin gets redder with every slap, karina's smirk grew wider—even more when she took notice of the fangs you've had done.

knowing your mounds are already sensitive, karina pulled you in and put one of your nipples into her mouth, licking, sucking and lightly nibbling on it as she played with the other with her hand. karina felt your body shiver, and with one hard suck, your body collapsed on top of her. “you love being a slut for me, mhm?” karina whispered against your skin, earning a loud, whining from you as a response. karina, she thinks—no, she knows she owns your body. she knows it even more than you do, so it wasn't hard for her to know when you're already close to cumming. not saying another word, she used her free hand to palm your clit, making you bury your face against her neck, but the moment she slipped two fingers inside of your hole swiftly which pushed you over the edge, cumming, biting karina's shoulder. she winced it pain, yet groaned from the painful yet pleasurable feeling of your sharp teeth against her soft skin. “rina, rina—!” not even letting you compose yourself, karina started to thrust her fingers in and out roughly of your entrance. collapsing on top of her, pushing her over the bed, your body wiggles, pushing your bottom more against her fingers, grinding against her palm.

“t-that feels s-so good—fuck. more, please! mommy, please, more.” it was the nickname that sparked something in karina. she pulled her fingers out, rolling your bodies over. now with her on top of you, she kisses you on the lips, letting her tongue graze over the sharpness of your fangs. “wait here.” she says as she pulled away, leaving you breathing heavily and still, needy. you started to play with your nipples, tears forming your eyes as you grind your hips against the empty space karina was once were. rubbing your clit, you moaned out her name, and as if on queue, karina was back, naked and a lubricant on her hand. “naughty girl, who told your to touch yourself?” she clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, as she opened the bottle of lubricant, smearing some over your sensitive clit, the coldness of the gel making you shiver. hovering over your torso, her dick sticking out, poking against your mouth. “suck.” with sparkly eyes, you looked up at her as you opened your mouth and took her in. you sucked, licking along the tip of her cock, earning a low grown from karina. “mhm, you take me in so good.” she said before thrusting her hips, forcing her full length inside your mouth, deep throating, suffocating you. she pulls herself back, a string of your saliva and her precum trailing from your lips and her tip.

“karina, i need you to fuck me, please.” your voice was weak and shaky, almost sounding like you're about to cry, but it was just from karina teasing her tip against your clit and your entrance. “yeah? beg for it.” karina laughed menacingly while you could only while as you reached your hand out for her, the other pressing her length against your cunt. “rina, baby... mommy, please. please, please! i'm your good girl, please, fuck me.” karina loved it. she loved hearing your voice so needy, she loved looking at your desperate eyes, she loved that you were so desperate for her and only her.

karina didn't waste any more time and slid her length inside of you, making you arch your back while letting out a long, loud moan in pleasure. karina didn't move, letting you adjust to her length, but she let out a chuckle of amusement as you desperately reached your hand for her, eager to hold her—touch her, as if her body's not against yours just yet. karina started to roll her hips, making you wince yet moan out in both pain and pleasure. god, you were so wet for her and karina loved that atop of it all. with or without the fucking drugs, the both of you knew that only she can make you this fucking turned on. karina started to thrust in you, moaning your name every time her length completely disappears inside your cunt. her dick is so big that with every thrust, she hits every fucking spot possible and it's making you insane. you feel so lightheaded and nothing but senseless begging and chants of her name spilled out of your mouth.

“fuck, baby, you're so wet.” she groaned, slapping your cunt in between every word, each slap making you squeal louder and louder, eyes rolling back. “c-close... i'm soso close, rina!” you announced so fucking loud, karina had to cover your mouth with her palm. “cum with me.” she only replied, putting more force into her thrust, each thrust feeling slower yet so much deeper as your walls clenched around her length. karina used her free hand to rub your clit, heightening your pleasure. forcing yourself to open your eyes, you looked up at her through your lust filled eyes as you brought her hand to your neck, choking yourself with it as you get closer to your high. karina took the initiative to do so, making you smile, biting your lower lip and holy fuck. in karina's eyes, you looked the hottest lile that. god, that stupid vampire fang of yours.

feeling a familiar knot forming, karina drops and pushes her mounds against yours, letting your nipples rub against each other. “cum inside—inside! please, i want to feel you, rina! breed me. fucking breed me, please, please—!” through your moans, you managed to beg for her. at this point, karina could only think so little, she wanted you. she wanted you to have her and nobody else. “i'm cumming, baby—fuck. cum with me...! fuck, i'm cumming!” with your face buried onthe crook of her neck, you wrapped your legs around her waist, not wanting her to pull away, chanting her name along with strings of profanities in between your moans. soon enough, the both of you are cumming—karina shooting her load inside of you at the same time you clenched your walls around her length, making her groan out loud. with your teeth dug on her neck, leaving a mark, karina threw her head back, moaning your name in pleasure, whilst your body squirms and trembles under her.

heavy breathing and whispered profanities were shared as you both laid next to each other. "you're mine, understand? you're all mine." karina muttered as she kissed your lips, hands once again roaming your body. "one more."

hehe, this took a while. i got so sick during the holidays, so i couldn't really post it. anyways, happy holidays, my kitties!

[ashlynlovestlou]

omg omg omg, can you please do abby and reader trying out the tabs chocolate to see who breaks first?? 😔🙏🙏🙏🙏

hi!! my power is out so this is kind of rushed. hope you guys enjoy! (also im so so so sorry for being inactive, but i'm back now!)

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it was never supposed to be anything more than a gag-gift. ellie had given it to you and your girlfriend as a joke a few weeks ago at a group get-together, and you'd thought nothing of it. neither did abby. what were you supposed to think about a chocolate that makes you horny? nothing, you suppose.

now you were sitting across from one another on the floor of your shared living room, your legs folded beneath you. you decided to challenge one another, seeing who could go the longest without touching the other.

abby's hands are twitching, like she's on the verge of just grabbing you and fucking you right then and there. her strap is tucked away in her basketball shorts, and you could practically hear it calling your name.

so far you'd both lasted ten minutes without touching each other, and there was an obvious wet patch in your panties.

"no way you're winning this." you murmur at her, your voice broken from how bad you're aching to touch yourself. or her.

she doesn't say anything for a moment, and it's almost like you can see a drop of sweat trickle down her temple, "fuck, baby, wanna touch you so bad." she says back to you, "can't even imagine how wet you are right now."

you raise an eyebrow. little did she know, she just gave you a reason to tease her.

"i am." you respond, using that voice. the one you explicitly use during sex. the one that has her whimpering every time you speak. you even spread your legs a little bit, hoping she'd look down to see for herself.

she does.

she groans, her eyes drifting down to your crotch. she closes her eyes the minute she sees the mess you made through your shorts, her head lolling backwards, "shit."

"you can touch me, y'know. it's just a game." you say, still using that sultry voices

she looks down at you again, shaking her head, "not gonna lose to you. nice try though."

you sigh and roll your eyes, your impatience only growing with every second that her hands aren't all over you, "what if we just... touch each other at the same time? then neither of us would win or lose."

"baby, if we wanted to fuck that easily we would've." she chides.

"abby, come on." you groan, "this is stupid."

she stares at you for a moment, weighing her options. she's still desperate to touch you, that much hasn't changed. but the whole point of this game was to see who could go the longest. it doesn't take her long to make up her mind.

"fuck it." she says, practically leaping at you, crashing her plush lips into yours. she swallows every moan you elicit, ripping your clothes off your body.

no, literally, she ripped your shirt in half.

"sorry, sweetheart. i'll buy you a new one, i promise." she says, giving you no time to object before kissing you again, she unclips your bra more delicately, her grabby hands wasting no time in squeezing at whatever parts of your breasts her hands could find. abandoning your left breast, she snakes her hand in between the two bodies, her fingers stripping off your denim shorts skillfully. once you're left in only your panties she leans back to take in the full view, whistling lowly.

you smile, reaching up and tugging on the sleeve of her shirt that sits snugly at her large bicep, "wanna see you too."

she smirks down at you, laying you down on your back, your bare skin relaxing against the soft carpet, "anything for you, princess." she says before stripping off her own shirt. how unfair of her to preserve her own clothes but not yours. but you forgive her easily once you lay your eyes on her toned torso.

she takes her shorts off in the process too, her strap flinging out like it was waiting for you. she takes one of her careful hands and resting it on your tummy, asking you for permission, to which you nod.

she carefully reaches her hands into your panties, her fingers finding their place over your folds. her middle finger rubs in between them for a few times before she groans, "already this wet? i dont even think she needs my fingers. already lubed up for me."

you whimper at her words and she gives you that smug, lopsided smile that you loved so much, "i'll give her what she needs. just sit tight."

she takes your panties off, slowly pulling them down your legs and peppering kisses all over your face while she does it. she did this same routine the first time the two of you ever had sex. you were nervous, and this was her way of distracting you to make you feel better. and now she does it every time, like it's her natural habit.

once you're completely naked she spreads your legs a bit wider, slotting herself in between them and rubbing your thighs reassuringly, "so pretty." she mutters to herself as she looks you over one last time before inserting herself inside of you.

you take her inch by inch, closing your eyes and moaning consistently until she bottoms out. once she's done she freezes, letting you adjust, "everything feel okay? doesn't hurt, does it?"

you shake your head, "doesn't hurt. m' okay."

she nods, bending down to kiss your forehead before slowly pulling out and pushing it in. out, in. out in, out in. until she has a steady rhythm.

she holds you intimately, completely contrasting the savage beast she was earlier. but abby was always gentle. good at taking care of you, and good at making sure you were okay afterwards. she knew the difference between harder, faster, and deeper, and she knew all the right spots. she'd watch your face for any sign of discomfort or pain. and when she didn't see any, she'd shower you with affection.

she whimpers with every thrust of her hips, the base of the strap bumping against her clit. she kisses your neck like she's tucking herself away into you, one of her hands reaching down to gentle rub your bundle of nerves. you both stay in this position until her hips stutter, "y' almost close?"

you nod, eyes closing.

she keeps doing what she's doing, pinching and pulling at your clit until you're shaking underneath her, moaning louder than before. she fucks you through it, her pace slowing down the longer your orgasm draws out.

once your high is finally over she kisses your cheek, "m' never playing that stupid game again."

you laugh into her shoulder, "probably for the best."

she smiles before lifting off of you a bit, "you okay if i pull out?"

you nod your head, whining whenever she does pull out, leaving you empty.

she flops down beside you with zero grace, catching her breath, "i love you." she murmurs.

"i love you too." you whisper back.

[idliketobeatree]

the most powerful thing about aziraphale and crowley — once they go official, they'll only have to come out once.

and by that i mean, other queer couples can only dream of admitting "yeah, we're together" before another week hits and someone mistakes them for roommates/besties/good pals/buddies. and honestly? rip to them but they're different. as for S2, i have yet to see a pair who'd give off greater queer energy, and they're not even together together.

aziraphale's expression is gayer than a tree full of monkeys, people "mistook" them for a couple at least twice. it's book canon. but the show gave us crowley playing the wheel of gender and picking whatever the funniest bit it landed on, circling 'round the angel like she's on a merry-go-round mission. occultish being who wears skintight women's trousers and a snake belt to aziraphale's vintage pocket watch and 150+ years old waistcoat. standing side by side they're practically a fuckin prism together, like an actual rainbow is shooting out from their heads. you see aziraphale on the street looking all the bit like the polite yet utterly lost uncle, and then you notice his bodyguard with the leather, wait, shit, that's not a bodyguard, that's his uh. his. you know. what's more, you overhear the "dearest, could you hold this for me?" and now the goth rockstar is holding a grocery bag or some shit. you think they could be at the first Pride. if asked, they'd probably nod.

we, mere mortal gays can only mimic a fraction of their power.

[rafeysbafey]

✮ 9. bed sharing — ethan landry MDNI

summary. sharing a bed with ethan turns into something more

warnings. dick!ethan (he gets better ^o^), enemies to lovers type beat, smut, language, riding

word count. 1.1k

a/n. def got carried away, so i think i rushed at the end oops lol. also this is going to be put on my regular masterlist as well as my kinktober list because it’s so damn long lmao

“what do you mean i have to share a room with ethan?!” you asked, completely flabbergasted at this sudden information.

anika and mindy had only booked three rooms when the group decided to go on a trip together. sam and tara sharing the second room while you and ethan share the other.

chad was sick the day before everyone was supposed to leave so mindy just decided to cram you and ethan together.

“im sorry, babe,” she said, frown on her face as she tried spewing out ideas to make it better.

“he’s going to hate this,” you pointed out, looking past her to see where he was, “he’s going to hate me.”

“well, more than he already does,” you added under your breath.

you and ethan had a…rocky relationship, to put it nicely.

he absolutely hated you. with the mean side comments and the not so subtle shoves he would give you when in passing.

it hurt because you actually liked ethan, when joining the group you actually found him cute.

you would see the way he conversed with others, the nerdy, kind ethan he would be in front of the group.

but with you it was different, for whatever godforsaken reason.

“ethan’s not going to hate you,” anika chimed in, giving you a look filled with pity as you sighed in annoyance.

“ethan’s not going to hate who?” a voice asked from around the corner, the devil himself making his way round before stopping a few feet away from you guys.

his eyes immediately fell on you, a sour look taking over his face as he narrowed his brows at you.

not being able to hold his gaze, you looked at the ground with a huff.

“there was a mix up apparently,” you mumbled, looking at your feet as you forced out the next words.

“we’re sharing a room.”

his mouth went agap and a certain glint flashed in his eyes, but you weren’t aware since you were looking down.

“no way, id rather rip my hair out one by one than share a room with her.”

“first off, fuck you,” you spat, your head shooting up as you glared at him, “second, i told you,” you turned towards the girls.

“guys give it one night! then we’ll figure something out. right now it’s late,” mindy sighed, giving attention to how late it had already gotten.

“sam and tara already went up, let’s go.”

the room was small and…cozy, to put it nicely.

and to make things worse, there was only one bed.

“im taking the bed,” ethan announced, tossing his suitcase on the mattress before kicking off his shoes.

“where am i supposed to sleep?!” you asked, watching as he narrowed his eyes toward you with a chuckle.

“on the floor? outside? i couldn’t care less.”

“dick,” you muttered.

“what did you say, brat?”

“just forget it,” you scoffed, shoving past him and heading into the bathroom.

after brushing your teeth and taking off your makeup, you changed into your pajamas and left the bathroom.

the lights were already off, the soft glow from the moon outside shining through the room.

you could see ethan sprawled out on the bed, resting comfortably on the cushioned mattress.

walking over to him, you shoved his side, almost pushing him off as he sat up abruptly.

“what?” he hissed, shooting you a dirty look as you rolled your eyes.

“at least give me a pillow.”

“so fucking needy,” he mumbled before grabbing an extra one and tossing it towards you.

you didn't know how long you were awake for, tossing and turning, your body aching from the roughness of the floor.

"god, could you stop being so loud?" ethan's sudden voice boomed through the silence.

"says the one who has the bed," you spat back.

before you could process what was happening next, you felt two strong arms snake around your waist and hoisting you up on the bed.

"there," he mumbled, "now stop complaining."

it was a tight fit, the bed was so small it was probably a twin.

you could feel your back pressed against ethan's chest, his hands uncomfortably resting by his sides because if not there, they would have to rest on your hips.

"y'know how angry you make me?" he suddenly whispered, voice so quiet you almost missed it.

"what?" you asked, afraid of what he'd say next.

"how angry you make me," he repeats before adding, "how stuck up you act and think you're better than everyone else."

you furrowed your brows together as you forced yourself to flip over, eyes squinting in the dark to try and read his expression.

"how do i act stuck up? i've done nothing to you," you defend, confusion laced in your voice.

"that's the point. you've never given me a chance."

flabbergasted, you scoff in annoyance, "because you're so mean to me!"

it was silent for a second, the air thick and quiet as ethan tried mustering up words.

"so if i wasn't—wasn't mean, i would have a chance?"

"a chance with me? ethan what are you talking about," you were genuinely confused.

ethan was always mean to you, making remarks about what you wore or how you did your hair, shoving past you when needing to get something, and most importantly sending jabs about how 'ugly' you were.

"i'm in love with you, god damnit."

before you could ask why, why he was in love with you if his actions and words spoke different, you felt his lips clash into yours.

you didn’t know how to react, being completely off guard as he quickly pulled away.

“fuck- im sorry, i-i should have asked i-”

you didn’t let him finish as you leaned back in, kissing him this time gently as he melted into your touch.

you rolled on top of him, straddling his waist as you intertwined your hands together, squeezing ever so slightly.

“you’re so hot,” ethan rasped out, one hand leaving yours to cup your waist as you slowly started to move against him, grinding down on his hardening cock.

“fuck, y/n.”

“want me to ride you?” you asked, innocence laced in your voice as you batted your eyelashes down at him, the moonlight hitting your face perfectly.

ethan could have came in his pants right there, the boy quickly nodding as you lifted yourself up to pull down his sweatpants, his boxers following after.

his cock slapped against his lower abdomen as he let out a sigh of relief, his tip an angry red as you stared in astonishment.

he was big.

“so pretty,” you mumbled, leaning down to kiss his tip as he hissed ever so slightly at the feeling, your pillowy lips sending vibrations through his body.

you quickly took off your pj shorts before doing the same with your underwear, tossing them somewhere random in the room without a care.

leaning down to connect your lips with his, you allowed yourself to sink onto his length, a small cry falling from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut.

‘fuck this hurts.’ you thought to yourself, the feeling of ethan’s hand cupping the side of your face causing a warm feeling to go down your spine.

“doing so good f’me,” he whispered, his thumb stroking your cheek softly as you leaned into his touch.

after what felt like forever, you started to move, the both of you sighing in relief at the friction you two were making.

“just like that, fuck-“ he groaned, head falling back against the pillow as he held both sides of your hips with his hands, helping you bounce on top of him.

“so good, eth” you cried, “so so good.”

you felt your legs tremble as you tried your best to be consistent, ethan noticing as he took hold of the small of your back and leaned you into him.

you rested against his chest, hand wrapped around his torso as he started fucking up into you, small moans leaving your mouth.

“you’re so pretty, you sound so pretty,” he groaned, his hand still on the small of your back as the other cupped the back of your head, “so so pretty. all for me.”

“all for you,” you rambled, nodding in agreement as you felt the familiar pit in your stomach form.

“bout to cum, please let me cum,” you begged, snuggling your face deeper into his neck as he cooed you softly.

“don’t need to beg, baby.”

with that, you let yourself release on him, your body stiffening before falling back into him, jolts traveling through your thighs.

ethan followed quickly after, groaning lowly in your ear as he held your hips still, allowing him to dump himself in your used hole.

“so perfect, fuck,” he moaned before letting out a sigh, his hand now stroking the back of your head.

using all the strength you had left, you pushed yourself up to face him, a tired look on your face as you gave him a small smile.

“still hate me?” you mumbled, slightly teasing him but not really. you did believe he hated you, maybe not right at this moment, but things could be different in the morning.

“never hated you,” he whispered, frown on his lips as he pushed the lose strands of hair away from your face.

“im a jerk,” he added.

“a cute jerk,” you giggled softly, causing him to smile just a little—knowing you weren’t being as serious as he thought you would.

“but really, it hurts when you treat me the way you do.”

“i know, and im sorry for everything,” he said, pure sadness in his voice as he leaned into you, forehead meeting yours.

“i think i love you.”

“id hope so,” you snorted, pecking his lips softly before adding, “i mean your dick is in me.”

“can’t you be serious?” he joked.

“fine, i love you too.”

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[stolasdearest]

Could I order a reader x husker & reader x Alastor (separate) where reader naturally smells like catnip?

I’ve been in the fandom for a while; and a running theme with Al is that he purrs. I personally think it’s really silly and cute; and I think if he purrs like a cat. Might as well be part cat 🤷🏼‍♂️

(I was also hoping for reader to be a sort of lamb demon; and you can decide if it’s smut if nah idm)

~🍖

Alastor x Reader ❦ Husk x Reader˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

ׂׂૢ pairing : Husk & Alastor x Reader

ׂׂૢ cw : Not proofread

ׂׂૢ reader is gender neutral

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠...

♪ to everyone's surprise he's absolutely glued to you at every hour of every day; it's starting to concern the others at how stuck to you he is, always smiling seemingly more genuinely. His cheek is very often squished against yours as you hear a barely audible purr emitting from the overlord, his eyes closed; you swear you see something moving behind his coat every time he makes physical contact with you.

♪ whenever he's not with you his ears are always flattened against his head and he seems irritable, upon finding out your particular scent you joke to him that he's having withdrawals which he didn't find as funny as you did, he's sulking for the rest of the day.

♪ shockingly let's you pet his ears because it means he gets to get closer to you and take in your scent for the 70th time today, it's always a sight for the others to see his head on your shoulder while your hand combs through his red soft locks, Alastor yet again struggling to keep his purrs to your ears only; knowing You'd never openly embarrass him like that, he trusts you alot so don't squander it.

♪ if you're ever alone in his room he gets very touchy, his hands are running all over you while you try and scroll on your phone or read; whatever you like doing before bed. He's constantly trying to rip your actual clothes off since they are restricting your natural smell and it's irritating him greatly; don't be upset or surprised if he fully expects you to be barely clothed while you lay in his bed; usually falling asleep with his arms snaked around your waist with his face buried in your neck.

♪ he regularly eyes Husk since he's the only one who's also affected by your aroma, Giving him a warning to stay the hell away from you if he knows what's good for him.

♪ like Alastor, everyone is surprised and confused by how quickly Husk had warmed up to you along with how seemingly dependent he was on you; always smiling at you and inviting you behind the bar, he'd even ask you to try and make drinks with him as a fun game so he could stand shoulder to shoulder with you, sneaky kitty.

♪ if it's late in the night while everyone else is already sleeping he'll sometimes rest his head against your chest as you scratch his head; loudly purring and quiet grumbling while he talks about the day he's had and his past; absolutely in a daze in your presence

♪ After you arrived he naturally acts more relaxed and calm, your scent over time just relaxing him even when he just thinks of you which is constantly but he'll never say that; this clearly making the other residents more happy and inclined to speak to him even Alastor is surprised by how his old buddy husker has loosened up!

♪ is not above grabbing one of your shirts and using it as a pillow cover even if you're literally right next to him, the more of you the better he always says. His tail wags and his ears slightly flick while he purrs into your neck; his slender fingers grabbing the small of your back and thigh as he goes to pull you closer to him, a deep chuckle from his throat as you begin to tease him about it and how "he's obsessed with you" he laughs it over however he never denies it.

♪ bring it up while the others are around? He's side eyeing you while he "growls" you obviously coo at him saying he's not looking very intimidating; having known what he was like in bed the night before you just couldn't take him seriously! His ears flatten while he turns away to hide the blush creeping in on his face his long tail loudly thumping against the bar table.

Authors note : I did this at 2:30AM, Man I should really fix my sleep schedule but what am I if not self destructive

[ddodol]

embedded — j.sc

series ⭑.ᐟ [ kinktober masterlist ] content warning ⭑.ᐟ smut! minors dni!, bf!sungchan, fem!reader, oral (f.), slight edging, cervix is mentioned once, slight cum inflation, creampie, unprotected SEX, sungchan and reader are dressed as beast and belle from beauty and the beast for reference, sungchan is described as huge :3, (fake) facial hair mentions (sungchan is a pseudo-furry in this). word count⭑.ᐟ 1.7k+

a/n; i fuck with this one heavy idk

✩🎧⭑.ᐟ [ butterflies — rini ]

sungchan’s angelic and soft features were what drew you in; the way his eyes would go round and stare into yours, or even the way they’d completely disappear as he smiles at some silly misfortune you just went through.

it was always a mystery to you whenever all of that seem to just disappear the moment he has his hands on your body— like he is right now.

you could tell sungchan was on a high from winning best costume as the beast from a certain beloved fairytale, his kisses sloppier and needier than usual, hands grabbing on whatever piece of fabric or skin he could. he wanted to have you right in front of everyone, to ravage you and let everyone know who he belongs to. sungchan nipped at your bottom lip, prompting you to pull away with a soft whimper.

he smiles, leaning closer to trail ticklish kisses up your neck. "let's take this somewhere else, princess," sungchan whispered, gently biting the shell of your ear before lifting your feet off the ground.

the two of you found yourselves at the nearest unoccupied room, selfishly locking the door as small giggles escape your lips. sungchan sat you down on the table, giving you a once-over with a contented smile. he looked at you as if you were his reward, while the forgotten trophy he just won was left behind the table you two were just at. he wanted to put all his focus on you, on how beautiful you looked tonight, hands now snaking up your yellow ball gown.

sungchan let out a soft sigh at the feeling of your warm skin on the tip of his fingers, eyes shaking as he stared up at you. with a chuckle, you ran your hands over the fake hair that covered his face. he looked dashing despite the disheveled and hideous appearance he currently had.

"want to keep this on?" you whispered softly, breath hitching in your throat when teasingly ran his fingers down your inner thigh. sungchan nods wordlessly, leaning in to bury his face against your chest.

you laughed, playing with the fake horns he had on the side of his head as sungchan continued to place soft, fond kisses all over your bare skin. the fake hair he had on made you feel ticklish, goosebumps popping up all over your body at the foreign sensation.

sungchan glanced up at you, using his hands to hold your thighs open. "can i?" he asked meekly, a huge contrast to how beast-like he currently looked.

"can i what?" you repeated, giggling at his shaky breaths.

"have a taste?" his words sent shivers down your spine, finding yourself nodding without a second thought. sungchan knelt down, trailing kisses up and down your legs in appreciation. the ticklish feeling of his fake beard almost felt wrong, whimpering as he inched closer to your clothed heat.

you shuddered, holding your gown up to take a peek, soft moans escaping your swollen lips when sungchan bit the hem of your lacy pair. he stared up at you as he ripped it off, your heat throbbing at the unexpected action. sungchan licked his lips at the sight, seeing how wet and ready you were for him made him want to return the favor.

"just a quick taste, princess," he whispered softly, breath fanning over your dripping heat. sungchan dove right in, licking up a long strip over your slit. you moaned shakily, thighs trembling from how sensitive you were feeling. his face felt prickly and the fake hair attached on his face made you even more sensitive than usual.

sungchan let out satisfied moans, sending vibrations right as he dipped his tongue inside your warm walls. you cried out, gripping on his hair tightly. his lips curled into a smug smile, pulling out to swirl the tip of his tongue around your swollen clit. he relentlessly licked and suckled on the sensitive bud, drawing out more moans out of you, each one louder than the last.

"sungchan," you whimpered, "need your fingers inside me, baby." sungchan was more than happy to oblige, two of his fingers sinking deep inside without complaints. he began to thrust slowly, groaning at the way your walls would flutter around them, desperately wishing it was his cock instead.

he knew you were close; the way your thighs tensed up and your hands tugged on both his fake horn and hair were all telltale signs that he was doing a fantastic job. despite all of that, sungchan pulled away abruptly, watching as your chest heaved up and down.

you were in a daze, your orgasm dissipating as fast as it built up. you let out a frustrated moan, "sungchan, i wanted to cum."

sungchan chuckles breathlessly, cooing at you as he brushed over your disheveled hair. he leaned in to press kisses all over your neck, satisfied with how sensitive your entire body was, melting against his touch.

"i never promised that," he mumbles, "i just said i wanted a taste." you felt frustrated at the unfair situation, pressing your thighs together out of desperation. sungchan notices your soft whimpers, slipping his hand in between your thighs and parting them open. "you'll get something much better, princess, i promise."

you pant softly in anticipation, holding your legs open as he unbuckled his pants. you could feel your head spinning at the thought of his cock nestled deep inside you, "i need you inside, sungchan. hurry," you whined.

he smiled, cupping your cheek as his other hand guided the tip of his cock into your entrance. sungchan winced at how slick your walls felt, letting out small grunts with every inch he pushed inside. you took his length in so well that he greedily kept pushing deeper even after he bottomed out, tip of his cock kissing the entrance of your cervix.

"fuck! too deep!" you sobbed, legs trembling at the new depths he was reaching. you felt full, sungchan's cock stretching you out in ways he never has before tonight.

sungchan shuddered, starting to feel lost in your warmth. he pulled back slowly, only to snap his hips back inside forcefully. you cried out when he began to pick up his pace, desperately clawing on the wooden table in an attempt to keep yourself from sliding off.

"need to see," he panted, hips never stopping the frenzied pace as he dug through your frilly gown. sungchan pulled your gown up, enough for him to see your lower torso and his cock fully coated with your arousal. "so fucking good, you're taking me so well," sungchan whispered, face contorting as his fingers traced over the obvious bulge his cock was making against your stomach.

you trembled, tears starting to prick your eyes from how overwhelmed you were getting. sungchan bit his lip, standing straight and leaning back as he pressed on your lower stomach, a drawn out moan leaving his lips when he could feel the pressure on his cock.

"tell me to stop if it hurts, princess," sungchan mumbled breathily, "you just, fuck— feel too amazing." you whimpered at the praise, walls fluttering around his cock in response. sungchan winced, shuddering as his hips began to stutter.

he leaned forward, moaning against your ear, "i'm so close, princess. i'm about to fill you up with my cum." sungchan bit your neck, hands gripping tightly on your thighs as he held them open, leaving an imprint of his hands on your skin. you cried sensitively, wrapping your legs around his waist and raising your hips a little to meet his thrusts at an angle.

"cumming— i'm cumming, sungchan!" you sobbed, throwing your head back against the table. the intensity of your orgasm made your vision go white for a second, body trembling sensitively. sungchan followed soon after, rolling his hips as he came deep inside you.

"fuck," you whimpered, legs quivering as you ride out both of your highs. sungchan smiles at you, pressing a kiss on your cheek before pulling out.

you reached your hands down to hold his cock, gently pumping his length up and down, making sungchan moaned softly. "want more?" he asks breathlessly, "keep going, princess." you bit your lip, doubling your efforts and rubbing the tip of his cock with your thumb.

"cum inside me," you whispered, staring into his eyes. sungchan shuddered, moans starting to get louder as those words left your lips.

he pulled your hands away, trembling as he positioned himself against your entrance once more. sungchan immediately came as soon as he thrusted deep inside, hips jerking sensitively as he kept pushing his cum inside you, creating a wet, squelching sound with every movement.

you could feel his cock throbbing against your sensitive walls, moaning softly. "i'm so full, baby," you whined, prompting sungchan to pull away soon after. you could feel his cum spilling out of you, shuddering at the now empty feeling.

sungchan applied soft pressure over your lower stomach, watching as a thick mixture of his cum and your arousal kept pooling out of you and onto your underskirt, ruining the fabric.

"you're so pretty like this, princess," he whispered breathlessly, mesmerized with the way you'd keep pushing more out, cunt twitching sensitively.

you laid back on the table, panting softly as your body finally relaxed. "you good, baby?" sungchan spoke softly, rubbing his lips against your neck before pressing kisses all over your skin.

"no," you mumble, "i can't move."

he laughs, the sound vibrating against your skin. "i didn't hurt you too much though, did i?" he asked nervously, preemptively massaging your hips. you smiled at him, shaking your head in response.

sungchan hums, nuzzling against your neck, drawn in by the warmth you were radiating. you chuckled, tangling your fingers through his hair.

"wanna take this somewhere more... comfortable?" sungchan's head snapped up, eyes visibly sparkling at your words. you smiled mischievously, peeling some of the fake hair he had on, "and maybe we can kiss without me feeling the ick?"

sungchan giggled, nodding as he lifted you up in his arms once again. "i won't hold back once these things are off," he warned playfully, "and just know this won't end until my cum is overflowing out of you like earlier, understand?"

[starry-nights-garden]

Ateez Reaction ✧ Their s/o giving them a kiss on the forehead

✧ Ateez all members x gn!reader ✧ genre: fluff, a bit of humor, reaction ✧ warnings: none

Hongjoong:

he'll be a little surprised and then eventually just give you a soft laugh in response

will figure you wanted his attention, and he'll readily give it to you!!

snakes his hand to the back of your neck so he could pull you in for a peck on the lips

"What does my baby want?" 

when you explain to him that you didn't have any ulterior motives and simply wanted to give him a kiss on the forehead, he'll be a little embarrassed

but will eventually pull you close and involve you in whatever it was he was doing before you interrupted him

not the biggest fan of getting forehead kisses from you tbh cause he feels a little awkward about them, but he also won't say anything if you do it again in case it’s something you enjoy doing

Seonghwa:

very confused when one day you plant a little kiss on his forehead

looks at you as if he had just seen a ghost, to which you immediately feel the need to apologize xjbdndnxnxj

to which HE then apologizes shbxxbnxnxjxjx

"I-it's okay, it just felt a little weird and, uh... I... don't know if I liked it... b-but you can do it again if you absolutely want!!" - ????

and so you do give him another forehead kiss, and he’ll be just as flustered about it as the first time asjkdflös

he will get used to the unfamiliar feeling eventually, and it might just make his heart flutter, but that doesn't mean he isn't still embarrassed about it :')

Yunho:

soso awkward the moment your lips come in contact with his forehead

actually physically cringes because he cannot handle what you just did jdbdjxjjd

it's like??? weird and new??? but also his heart is now doing crazy things???? help him???

will just be grinning broadly as you ask him what's wrong and if he's okay and then eventually nod at you

"It just felt... unfamiliar... maybe if you did it again...?" - doesn't finish his sentence, but you know what he's trying to say

and so you give him another kiss on the forehead as his ears grow beet red

he'll giggle awkwardly again and eventually just engulf you in a big bear hug in an attempt to hide his blush from you rip xjbxxnnx

that said, he'll very much come to like the gesture if you do it more often from now on

Yeosang:

"...oh."

stares at you with big eyes and comprehends nothing

it definitely makes his heart flutter, and even more apparently, it makes his brain go empty djhdjdjd

it's usually him who gives you kisses on the forehead to say goodnight or to comfort you, so you turning the tables around on him catches him off guard

that doesn't mean he doesn't want you to do it again though, he's just too stunned to speak lol

will eventually tell you that he liked it, and from then on it becomes a regular thing for you as well to give your boyfriend kisses on the forehead!

San:

he's such a soft boi, so when one day you press a kiss on his forehead while you're cuddling with him, he won't be surprised or anything

he'll simply smile and look up at you with all the adoration he has for you reflecting in his gaze

plants a little kiss on your jawbone in response, and then he'll just chuckle, making you do the same

"I liked that... makes me feel all warm inside..."

snuggles up to you more closely with a slight blush dusted onto his cheeks as he speaks those words

unbeknownst to him, you also feel like your chest is about to burst with warmth

so you simply bury your face in his hair, and with the smell of his shampoo in your nose you press another loving kiss to his temple

Mingi:

soooo shy about it :(

doesn't know what to say or do with himself so for now he just hides his face behind his hands

grinning from ear to ear because he's feeling so many feelings jxhxjxjxj

peeks up at you because this tall boi just became veryvery tiny

has no idea what to do now, so he's definitely thankful when you give him a soft laugh and simply pull him close

"That felt... weird." - "Good weird or bad weird?" - "I don't know... good?"

when you comb his hair back with your fingers and lean in for another forehead kiss however, he stops you

"Don't do it again! I don't know if my heart can take it..."

you can't help but chuckle at how adorable he's being all of a sudden, and so you simply hold him close

Wooyoung:

he was getting worked up about something and yelling just earlier, but once he can feel your lips on his forehead he'll shut up

really, you could swear this is the most quiet you've ever seen him jdbdnxhxj

"Oh? That was kinda nice?" - asks you to do it again

when you don't comply he'll complain a bit and then simply grab your face to plant little kisses all over it djdbxnnx

stares at you as if this was some kind of competition???

if you're still not giving him another forehead kiss he'll figure he'll just have to do the work himself

smashes your lips against his forehead a bit ungently ndhxhjxjd what is wrong with him djdbndnd

you end up giggling messes because of his reaction, and after laughing enough you'll just both take turns peppering little kisses all over each other's faces 

Jongho:

the moment you pull back after pressing your lips against his forehead, you can see that all thoughts have left his head

stares at you blankly for a second or two, before he looks away and simply laughs in defeat

he's blushing a little bit, but most importantly he just forgot all about what you were talking about just a few moments ago

"No, I-... you can't just..." - he will not give you a coherent sentence anytime soon :')

meanwhile you're just grinning victoriously, ready to go again once he regains the ability to speak jdhdhdjxjx

it's not that he doesn't enjoy it, but eventually he'll just trap you in a hug and attempt to fluster you with the same gesture, followed by some more pecks all over your face

[manikas-whims]

Pleasing Him [AO3]

— a Xavier X Fem. Reader Birthday Smut Fic

words: 1.4k+

summary: For Xavier, your pleasure is always his top priority. So for his birthday, you want to return the favor 😉

tags: grinding, kissing, blowjob, hair-pulling, face fucking..

Is this unedited? Yes but who cares. Is this a little late? NOPE! To me, the entire october is for Xavier. In fact, let's call it Xavtober 😌

“Another surprise for me?”

Xavier takes off his shoes, tosses his coat on the armrest and plops down on your living room's couch, his blue eyes sparkling with innocent excitement.

After dancing (and lots of kissing) under the moonlight and having a delicious meal of hotpot at a renowned restaurant, you two headed back to your place to relax and enjoy the last few hours of his birthday in more comfort.

“Mmm..hmm.” You nod your head in response as you step out of your heels and approach him.

He yawns, tired from all the nonstop celebrations throughout the day. Then lazily leans his head against the backrest of the couch and asks. “Well, what is it?”

You smile mischievously. “Close your eyes.”

He chuckles with a shake of his head but complies nonetheless, closing his eyes, patiently awaiting whatever else you have prepared to make this day more special than you already did.

Without warning, you straddle his lap and begin loosening the tie from around his shirt’s collar. His eyes immediately snap open at that and he sits up straighter, now staring quizzically at you.

“Just wanna help you ease up.” You explain, removing his tie and continuing on to undo the buttons of his vest.

“Oh..” He tilts his head, eyes narrowing and lips curling up in a knowing smile. “Is that all?”

You smile back, choosing to respond with a roll of your hips against his.

Xavier’s breath hitches, his warm blue eyes darkening, all signs of weariness gone from his body. His hands swiftly snake up to settle on your ass, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress. Slowly, he flutters his eyelids and looks up at you, a silent challenge in his gaze.

You let your hands teasingly run along his vest, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest under your palms, stopping them only to latch around his shoulders. Then you press your core into him once more.

“Mmmm..” He groans and takes off his vest, his face leaning towards yours to capture your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling lightly on it before pulling away. “I see you saved the best for last.”

You lick the bitten lip and continue grinding against him, your fingers undoing the top few buttons of his shirt to slip your fingers beneath it, and roam across the hard planes of his chest.

Xavier huffs out a breath, his face flushing a delightful hue of pink as he lets his own hands slip beneath your dress, calloused fingers kneading your milky thighs and ass. And he kisses you hard, his hips snapping up to meet your core.

Your lips part in a blissful moan. You feel your panties– already soaked– rubbing a slippery, wet patch against his white trousers and shakily bring your movements to a halt.

Surprised by the sudden loss of pleasurable sensations, Xavier pulls his lips away from yours, a string of saliva connecting your mouths. In his disheveled state, he only manages to utter one word, “Angel?”

You brush your hands one last time against his abs before retracting them as well, and get up from his lap to admire the visible bulge in his trousers. Xavier reaches out with a hand and grips your thigh, letting his thumb run along it wantonly. Then, his fingers stealthily move up, deftly hooking into the waistband of your panties. But instead of taking them off, he rubs his thumb over the wet blotch and asks, his gaze heated. “Why did you stop?”

You bite your lip and revel in the sensation of his thumb teasing your bud, wishing he'd rip the panties and jam his fingers right in. But no! You shake your head. Try to refrain yourself from giving into your own desires because Xavier always treats you like his queen. Eats you out like a man starved and fucks you senseless just the way you like. Your pleasure is always his top priority.

But today is different. It's his birthday. And for once, you want to repay him for everything he makes you feel. You want to fulfill all his desires and treat him like your king too.

So you take hold of his arm and stop him before he can stimulate you any further. You step away from him, rubbing your legs and biting your lips to curb your need before getting on your knees in front of him.

Now Xavier’s eyes glower with an emotion you see in the rare moments where you take him by surprise. He stares at you but doesn't say a word.

“Xavier tonight..I wanna to please you.” You mumble, averting your eyes to the floor instead.

“I see..” You feel his fingers– the same ones slick with your juices– grab your chin and lift your face up to meet his gaze. “Take off your clothes and crawl towards me.”

Your eyes light up with desire at his commanding tone, and you begin to undo the zipper of your dress, letting it pool around your legs before removing your bra and panties as well. Then you get on your hands and knees, fluttering your lashes to look up into his’ fervently. And just as he asked, you crawl back towards him, feeling your pussy juices leaking down your legs with how aroused the act makes you feel. You truly are enjoying this. You want to serve him just like he always does you.

Reaching him, you palm his length through the confines of the trousers, then unbutton it, and lower the zipper, all the while his eyes stare intently at you.

As the last bit of the zipper is undone, his cock springs out, erect and red with need. Its crown stares at you, inviting you for a taste. And you oblige by wrapping your fingers around him, letting your thumb rub circles over the tip.

Xavier moans, his chest heaving with every touch. And you let yourself get drunk at the sight of his furrowed brows and parted lips, realizing how much you love him like this— completely resigned to the pleasure that you give him.

You lower your face, licking along the veiny length of his member before taking the head in your mouth, softly sucking him with your lips. The effect is instant. Xavier bucks his hips up, palm covering his mouth as he watches you move your lips up and down. His breaths get louder, his face far more flushed than before. And he passes a hand through his hair. With the other, he completely unbuttons his shirt, the muscles of his abdomen flexing with every inch of his length that disappears into the cavern of your mouth.

“You need to do it faster.” He says, sliding his hand along your naked back, slowly moving it up your nape. His fingers gently bunch your hair together and without warning, he jerks your head forward, slamming the entirety of his girthy cock into your mouth. He holds you there, a sadistic glint in his midnight blue eyes as he watches you gag.

Moments later, he tugs your head back, letting you breathe in gulps of air. Then he repeats the whole process, moving your head back and forth, and back and forth,..gradually increasing the pace, enjoying the sloppy glug glug glug sounds as he violates your mouth with his cock.

“You look so pretty, Angel.” He murmurs, his voice deeper. “Taking me like a good girl.”

“Mmmphhh..!” You moan around his cock, face flushing red, breasts jiggling and slapping against your chest, at the intensity of the act. Yet there is no discomfort. Only the desire pooling between your legs, your slick walls clenching around nothing, leaking even more as the desire to please him grows.

He keeps pumping, the pace decreasing as you feel his cock twitch in your mouth. And seconds later, he pulls out, grabbing his length with his free hand to spurt his seed on your face and breasts.

You both heave out breaths, gazes still locked on each other. Xavier lets go of your hair and strokes your cheek, his eyes back to their vibrant shade of blue. “You did so good, Angel.”

“But..I can..do more!” You whine between breaths.

Xavier’s eyes scrutinize you, his gaze tender, wordlessly letting you know that this is enough for him. That you don't need to do more.

“Angel—”

“Xavier, I want to.”

He hesitates for a moment but seeing the sparkle of conviction in your eyes, his expression switches to a colder one.

“Then,” He gets up from the couch, and looks down at you, still on all fours on the floor. A rope of light coalesces from his hand, it's other end shackling your neck like a chained manacle. He tugs on it lightly, earning a gasp from your lips, and smirks. “Let’s try something new.”

i simply could not go without writing something for Xavier’s birthday so here y'all go. Hope it was enjoyable ♡

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[apomaro-mellow]

Hospitals still weren't Eddie most favorite place to be, even though they had technically saved his life once. He didn't give doctors the credit though. No, he reserved that praise for his husband who had literally carried him through hell, holding his guts together.

But alas, he was still only human. And thus prone to human ailments. Which was why he was currently in a hospital bed, preparing for a tonsillectomy.

"Steve, my love, my muse", Eddie took his hand and kissed it. "Should I not return from this-"

"Oh shut up. It's a routine operation." Steve could tell he was being dramatic to cover up the fact that he was actually scared. "You'll be fine. In fact, I'm going down to the cafeteria right now. You're not getting just any ice cream. I'm gonna bring you back a whole sundae."

Steve looked to the rest of the band, who had come for moral support. "Watch him please. And don't let him fall to hysterics." He left out, really hoping he wouldn't come back to an Eddie in tears.

"Sooo", Grant started. "If you don't make it, who gets your house?"

Eddie's brow furrowed. "Uh, my husband, duh?"

"Okay, who gets your husband?", Gareth asked.

Eddie saw the cavalry arrive in the form of Steve's true soulmate. "Robiiiiin", he whined. "You have to protect Steve from these vultures", he hissed the last word.

"We're just trying to hash out who has dibs on Eddie's hot husband", Jeff said.

Robin pointed to herself. "I made it clear to Eddie when he proposed that should the marriage end, either naturally or by divorce, custody of Steve would revert back to me."

"Not exactly the answer I was looking for Bucks, but as long as you keep Steve out of another man's clutches, I won't haunt you from the grave."

"Actually, I plan on setting him up with the first wealthy guy he meets", Robin said. "Thanks to your fame, I've become accustomed to a certain lifestyle. And also, Steve doesn't know how to be single."

The other CC boys nodded sagely.

"All the more reason one of us should get him. We can take care of him", Grant said.

"I can't believe this. This is a goddamn coup!", Eddie shouted.

Steve returned, none the wiser to their conversation. "You won't believe this. The cafeteria has chocolate syrup AND nuts? Isn't that wild? You're gonna have the best sundae of your life, babe."

He took his seat right next to Eddie's bedside and kissed his forehead.

"Angel, we're surrounded by snakes and thieves", Eddie said deliriously.

"What are you talking about?", Steve asked.

Having only Eddie in his line of sight, he couldn't see the others behind him. So he didn't see Jeff making kissy faces, Gareth making a circle with his hand and sticking a finger through it repeatedly, or Grant making a V with his fingers and flapping his tongue between them.

"Those traitorous lechers covet what is mine. And not even Robin seeks to protect your virtue!", Eddie said, desperately reaching out for Steve.

Steve kept his voice even and calm, trying to soothe his husband from whatever delusion he was having when the doctor came in. This guy looked like he played a doctor on tv. Chiseled jaw with perfectly manicured facial hair.

"Good evening", he greeted.

"Hi", Steve said, voice a little breathy.

"Oh he's perfect", Robin said, reading her friend perfectly.

"I'm Dr. Morip, I'll be performing your operation today."

"Morip?", Eddie tilted his head.

"Yes, as in 'more ripped than you'." Then he flexed and busted out of his scrubs and swept Steve off his feet, ignoring the cries of the invalid on the bed.

Eddie was tossing and turning even as Steve shook his shoulders to wake him up.

"You were having a nightmare", Steve spoke softly in the dim lamp light of the hospital room. "Was it 86 again?"

"Steve!", Eddie clung to him as best as he could. "You didn't leave me for Dr. Morip!"

"Dr. Morip? Eddie, her name is Dr. Hudson. And she's married and in her sixties."

Everything caught up with Eddie as his brain became more lucid. He'd already had the operation. That had all been a dream. The tension released instantly as he realized he wasn't about to die on the table and Steve would be scooped up by opportunistic friends.

"You're mine, you know that?"

"Really? Is that why I'm hand-feeding you ice cream?", Steve teased, holding up a spoonful to Eddie's lips.

"I love you", Eddie said, voice muffled from the food and a little watery too.

"I know, you dope. Love you too."

[kofiilicious]

“untied shoelaces” // luke castellan x reader

pairing. luke castellan x reader

word count. 803

content. reader doesn’t know how to tie their shoelaces so luke helps them and teases them about it. gn!reader. fluff, because that's, like, all i can write.

notes. my phone was like less than 8% when i wrote both halves of this,, but i pulled through

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Okay, so it was cross them, then two loops, then cross the loops and put one through the hole… wait. What hole???

You let out a frustrated huff. It was probably your fifth attempt trying to tie your sneakers. You were trying to get ready for the day, but your laces came untied, and you wanted to rip the ears off whatever bunny this method was based on.

So here you were, knelt on the ground, ending up with either a messy knot or laces that fell apart when you pulled them taut. You weren’t about to cave and ask someone for help, either — you were too stubborn for that. If anything, you’d go barefoot before that happened. It was kind of pathetic, being a demigod who has to face monsters hourly and not even knowing how to tie your shoes.

Someone suddenly knelt behind you after another failed attempt. Two familiarly strong arms wrapped around your abdomen, and a chin rested on your shoulder. A mop of dark curls slightly obscured your vision.

“Having a bit of trouble there?”

Ugh. Of course, Luke Castellan, your totally not favourite person on the entire planet, had to interrupt you while you were moping about your shoes. You tilted your head to the side, leaning on the slightly coarse pillow of brown locks beside you.

“Not at all. You’re crazy.”

“Really? Because I just watched you redo that lace at least five times. You look like you’re ‘bout to cry.”

One of Luke’s hands snakes up to tap his fingertip on the tip of your nose. It earns a frustrated huff for you, letting your hands drop back to your sides, your shoulders slumping. You’re officially giving up.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m going barefoot today.”

“Why? Do you not know how to tie your shoes or something?”

The silence following the question was very telling. Luke huffed out a surprised laugh, arms squeezing your gut slightly as he leaned forward, chest pressed against your back, to gaze down at your untied shoes.

“You seriously can’t tie your shoes?”

“Shut up.”

The son of Hermes’ hands trailed down your sides to your hips before finally making it to one of your shoes. His hands were stupid large, and your gaze lingered on the vein that ran through it before trying to focus on what he was doing.

“Watch the professionals and learn.”

Safe to say, you watched, but you learned nothing. Luke lost you when he made the two bunny-ear loops. Everything was confusing, and you couldn’t make sense of it by the end.

“There. Now try on your other shoe.”

“Try what?”

“To.. to tie your shoe.”

“. . .”

“.. You didn’t pick up on a single thing I did, didn’t you?”

Your sheepish grin confirmed his suspicions. The brunette couldn’t help but groan, rolling his eyes as if he should’ve known better than to expect you to remember — or even to watch, for that matter.

“Alright. Switch your knee.”

With a pout, you abide. Earlier, you knotted the shoelaces on this sneaker and pulled it taut, but the two loops didn’t retain. Luke stared for a long few moments, dumbfounded, before bursting into hushed laughter and grabbing your sides to steady himself. You could feel the shake of his shoulders pressed against your back.

Your face burned up with embarrassment. The only thing that held you back from going off on him was that his laugh was probably the most addictive thing you’ve had the pleasure of hearing and causing.

“Are you done laughing at me yet?”

“I’m sorry— haha! I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

That lopsided grin on Luke’s face told you that he wasn’t really. You huffed, saying nothing as he began to undo the knot in your laces, which proved a struggle with his large fingers and his position. You didn’t dare help him.

Eventually, he rejoiced, untying the stubborn tangle. This time, as he tied your shoelaces the proper way, he tried to talk you through the steps. The words just seemed to go through one ear and out the other.

“Cross them over —”

“— loops, like bunny ears —”

“— one loop through this hole, and tighten.”

You were spacing out until he nudged you after you hadn’t responded the first two times he said your name.

“Did that help?”

“.. Totally.”

“…… You didn’t listen again, did you?”

“.. Nope.”

Luke shook his head with an amused smile. He stood, holding his hand out and helping you to your feet. He sighed out your name,

“What am I going to do with you..?”

You gave him a grin and went to take a step.. only to trip and fall flat on your face. Luke burst out laughing.

Motherfucker had tied your shoes together.

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[miffysrambles]

can you do reader feeds sun wukong peach deserts she baked for him? it can be like a peach cobbler pie or something else like longevity peach bun

ahhh this is so cute（＾ω＾） !!!

Wukong with an S/O who bakes him peach desserts

Wukong LOVES your baking, like goodness it’s some of the best food he’s ever had and that’s saying a lot!

Your longevity peach buns are his favorites, he’ll ask you to make him some quite often.

“Heyyy peaches? About those peach buns… you got any more?”

You laugh softly as you handed him a bamboo bun steamer filled to the brim with his favorite flavored buns. 

He also loves it when you feed it to him, like the cheeky monkey he is.

The end of his tail wags profusely as you lead the peach bun to his face, opening his mouth and holding his cheeks while he chews, the blush on his cheeks apparent.

“Mmmmm sho ghood…” 

You laugh softly as he praises your food while talking with his mouth full, flicking crumbs off his cheek.

He gives you a fake glare as he gently pushes your hand away, 

“Hey! No flicking off the crumbs, I want those too.”

He licked the remaining crumbs of the buns off his fingers while smiling as he makes you laugh.

Sometimes, he’ll even split one of the buns with you as he rips it in half.

“A peach for my peach! Here ya go sunshine, now savor it because I don’t share my food with others often.”

You smile as you kiss his cheek and eat your half of the bun, feeling his tail snake around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

His arm wraps around your shoulders as you two eat your peach bun, talking about whatever is happening in your lives and things about each other. 

[winchestersisterimaginessss]

Imagine: You get into a fight with Dean and go to the bar alone to prove a point, but some guys end up harassing you and there’s only one person you can call for help.

Warning: sexual harassment, sexual assault, language, violence

Pairings: Dean x Sister!Reader

You were absolutely furious at Dean. He wasn’t letting you work the case because whatever it was, was targeting young blonde girls that he felt resembled you. You were pissed that he was trying to bench you. You could take care of yourself and you were old enough for him to not treat you like a literal child.

“I swear to God kid, you’re sitting this one out and that’s final.” He said looking at you with hard eyes.

“I’m not a child Dean!” You shouted at him.

He clenched his jaw, “then stop acting like one!”

Ohhhh you were pissed, but knew exactly how to get back under his skin. Two can play that game, “okay then! I’m going to the bar because that’s how much of a child I am. I’m a child who can legally drink.” You seethed, turning to walk out the door.

“Uh, yeah I don’t think so.” He said grabbing your arm. “You JUST turned 21, you’re not going to the bar alone.” He said.

You ripped your arm out of his grip, “No! I’m going to show you how much of an adult I REALLY am.” You said snarkily and walked out the door, slamming it behind you.

There was a bar just up the road from the motel so you walked there. You actually didn’t enjoy going to the bar or really drinking at all and Dean knew that. You were simply here to prove a point. You sat down and asked for a drink.

It was about 20 minutes later when someone sat next to you. Thinking it was Dean, you turned to look at him.

“Hey sweetheart, let me buy you your next drink,” he said, smirking. Not Dean. So not Dean.

“I’m good, thank you.” You said nervously. You did not like the way he was looking you up and down or the looks of the crowd he was rolling with.

“Oh come on baby, just one drink.” He said putting his hand on your inner thigh and trailing upwards. You jumped up just as his friends were making their way over to you both.

“I’m good, thank you.” You smiled politely trying to get yourself out of the situation.

You felt arms snake around your waist. Your heart plummeted. He was holding you so tight, he was no doubt going to leave finger print bruises behind.

“Don’t leave too soon, we didn’t even get to have any fun yet.” He said pulling you closer to him.

“Let go of me!” You said pushing him off with all of your force before darting to the bathroom. You slammed the door shut and locked it behind you.

You stood there frozen while you heard them banging at the doors. You were scared shitless. A tear streamed down your face as you panicked feeling overwhelmed. You didn’t know how you were going to get out of this one. Your only hope was to call Dean, but your whole point from earlier would completely fly out the window.

“Come out when you’re ready to have some fun, we’ll be waiting.” You heard him say through the door.

You wiped away your tears and let out a shaky breath. Dean was your only option or else you’d be forced to have some fun. You whipped out your phone before dialing Dean’s number.

“What,” He answered harshly.

“Can you come pick me up?” You asked softly.

“No, you wanted to be an adult so act like one. Adults find their own way back home after drinking at the bar.” He said. Your heart dropped.

“Okay,” you whispered. You held the phone up to your ears waiting to hear Dean hang up, but it never came.

“Where are you?” Dean sighed.

“The bathroom.” You replied shakily.

“Are you safe?“ He asked, hearing the tone in your voice and immediately knowing something was off.

“No,” you whimpered, “please I’m so sorry. I need you, please.”

You heard Dean shuffling, “alright kid, alright, I’m coming, stay on the line.” He said softly.

“Okay,” you whimpered as you heard the banging again against the bathroom door.

“They’re back Dean!” You cried.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, you’ll be okay. I’m coming and I’ll take care of it. I got you kid.” He reassured you.

You whimpered before hearing Dean again, “I’ll be there in less than a minute, but I need you to be ready incase they get into the bathroom okay?”

You were breathing heavily as the banging got harder.

“Kiddo, I need you to focus for me alright? Do you have your knife?” Dean asked trying not to panic.

“Yes,” you cried.

“Okay, okay, good, use it if you have to. I’m almost there though kid. Hang tight.” He tried to keep the communication going so he knew you were okay until he got to you.

“I’m pulling in now.” He said after a few seconds and you heard the wheels of the impala squeal.

You overheard a bunch of commotion and banging. Your heart was racing and before you knew it it was quiet.

“De?” You sucked back a breath.

You heard heavy breathing on the outside of the door before a slight gentle knock.

You stayed quiet in fear, afraid that it wasn’t Dean.

“Hey sweetheart, it’s me, it’s Dean. You can open the door now, I’m here.” He said.

You sighed in relief and swung the door open. He relaxed his clenched jaw when he saw your face. You looked at him and then noticed one of the guys, the main one, was knocked out bloody by the door. You looked at Dean’s knuckles that were balled up and bloody before looking back at him. Your heart was pounding and you were fighting back tears.

He gave you a knowing look and reached out to you. “You’re alright, you’re alright.” He said, nodding, trying to reassure you. You put on a brave face, but you were about to crumble and he knew that. All it took was to see the soft and concerned look in his eyes before you crumbled. You collapsed into his chest feeling all of the emotions that wracked through your body.

“Shhhh shhh I’ve got you sweetheart.” He said, holding you up. “Let’s get you out of here alright?” He asked.

You nodded into his chest as he walked you out of the bathroom, holding you close to him. You passed by the other guys who clearly had no idea that their friend was unconscious because they started hooting. You gripped onto Dean’s shirt tightly.

“Oh baby why are you going home with him? I could’ve given you so much better,” He smirked.

Dean broke your vision of him by tucking your face to chest before he shot the guy a death stare.

“Say one more frigging thing and I’ll knock your teeth so far down your throat you’ll end up like ur buddy back there.” He seethed, before walking you out. He wanted to rip them all to shreds, but knew it was more important to take care of you and keep you safe.

You got into the car and it was quiet. You were shaking terribly and trying to catch your breath.

“Are you alright?” Dean asked staring into you.

“Yes.” You whispered.

“Did they touch you?” He asked.

“Not really.” You whispered back, looking down at the floor.

“Not really?” He asked forcefully.

“Just my inner thigh and they grabbed me by my waist.” You whimpered, “It just scared me.”

Dean clenched his jaw and tightened his hands on the steering wheel.

“It was really nothing, I should’ve been able to take care of myself. I’m sorry Dean.” You said, feeling ashamed.

He snapped his head in your direction looking pissed.

“That’s not nothing! Those dicks had their hands on you and I should have killed them all.” He seethed.

“I shouldn’t have let it get to the point that it did. Im weak and pathetic. No wonder why you don’t want me going on this hunt.” You said embarrassed.

“I don’t ever want to hear that again. This wasn’t your fault. Sometimes people are way worse than monsters and you were in a vulnerable position. Nobody will ever judge you for needing help and I’m so glad you called me for it.” He said firmly, before making you look him in the eyes.

“I know you can take care of yourself kid, that’s not the problem here. You’re one of the bravest and strongest people I’ve ever met. Hell, you’re tougher than me, but I need to keep you safe. Do you hear me?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m sorry.” You said.

“Don’t be sorry, I will always be here when you need me kid. You’re safe with me.” He assured, patting you on the leg.