#stomach turning heart squeezing and crying like a little bitch

[touyanii]

ever since that last dabi chapter and learning about his fate, i've been literally feeling physically sick every time i think about it. it makes my stomach turn and heart squeeze in my chest.

[stevehours]

steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: you have a not so platonic dream about your best friend, steve and you’re unable to lie about it.

cw: 18+ minors dni, smut, sex dreams, oral(f receiving), morning kisses, slight degradation?

wc: 1.8k

“Steve,” you gasp, fingers tangling into his chestnut locks.

Back arching, legs trembling as they spread further and further. You can feel the languid strokes of his broad tongue against your folds, all warm and wet and wonderful. Small and pleased little moans escaping his throat as he licks up and down, sending minuscule vibrations straight to your pulsing, needy clit.

“Yes!” you cry out, tugging at his hair. It’s all heady and lovely and you’re so close, coil tightening in your stomach.

Beep! Beep! Beep!

The grating sound of your morning alarm shocks you from your slumber. Tears a gasp from your throat as you sit upright and press a hand to your chest, trying to catch your hurried breath. There’s no way you just had a sex dream about your best friend. And even worse, your thighs feel all sticky and warm. You liked it.

A fist comes barreling down on your alarm’s snooze button and then he sits up next to you, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Hair sticking up every which way, loose t-shirt a little sideways from the tossing he does in his sleep and the sight of him makes your heart skip a beat. Which is odd. This isn’t the first sleepover with Steve. It is the first naughty dream about him, however.

“Geez,” he stretches, mouth opening in a yawn as his arms extend above his head. “You good? Woke up a little abruptly, there.”

It’s all a little too much, forcing you to avert your eyes. God’s a cruel son of a bitch, uncovering these apparent romantic feelings for Steve Harrington when he’s in your bed in a totally platonic way. And suddenly, you’re met with vivid memories of what exactly you had just been dreaming about. Forces you to squeeze your legs together and clear your throat.

“Uh, yeah… just a nightmare,” you choke out, fixing your sleep mussed hair which on a typical morning next to your best friend, you wouldn’t care. But out of nowhere, you’re suddenly insecure and want to make sure you look presentable to Steve.

He pouts, lays back down against the pillow but he’s turned on his side, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. Blinks up at you and asks, “A nightmare about what?”

“You eating me out,” you blurt and then slap your hand over your mouth, horrified that you so easily admitted that. Then again, you’ve never been able to lie to your best friend.

Steve laughs, “What?” And then he looks offended, “You said it was a nightmare!”

“Oh, my god. I can’t believe I just said that out loud,” you groan, completely covering your face with your hands.

Steve tugs your wrists away, and he’s sitting up now. Far too close for comfort. Looks at you with his head tilted as he tells you, “Doesn't sound like a nightmare to me.”

“I’m so embarrassed,” you mumble and he smiles, looking so entirely handsome.

He gets himself between your legs, still clutching onto your wrists as he gazes down at you. “I’ve had dreams about that, too. Wouldn’t call ‘em nightmares, though,” he says, voice husky like you haven’t heard before.

“You have?” you ask and your voice sounds quiet and shy, nothing like it usually is with him.

Steve nods, slowly. Places his hand on your cheek, “Can I kiss you?”

Your face flushes, “But I have morning breath.”

“I don’t mind,” he smiles, moving closer and strokes his thumb against your cheekbone.

“O-okay,” you whisper, your lips twitching up into a shy smile.

Steve leans in closer, the hand not on your face falls to your waist and he tilts his head as he fits his lips against yours. And it’s like an electric shock, surprising and terrifyingly exciting. There’s no going back now. You’re both plummeting into the deep end, hand in hand.

He sinks you both to the bottom as he pulls away a millimeter and whispers against your lips, “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.”

“Then don’t stop,” you reply just as softly, hands grabbing onto his thin t-shirt and pulling him back into you.

Steve laughs, a soft but excited sound into your mouth. He lays you back down, covering you as the kiss develops into something a little more desperate and needy. Your arms wrap around his neck, caging him in place while your legs spread to accommodate him in between them. His lips are soft and plush, moving against yours before he slips his tongue along your lower lip. You accept his physical request for entrance, gasping once his tongue rolls against your own. Steve’s an amazing kisser, morning breath and all. Your head starts spinning, a warm buzz erupting all over your body as he steadily licks into your mouth.

He pulls back to look at your face, his own flushed and gorgeous. Your eyes are drawn to the moles that decorate his skin, scattering from his face and down his neck. Steve strokes your face again and then asks, “Could I show you?”

“Show me what?” you ask, blinking curiously up at him.

“That it’s… not a nightmare?”

You laugh, eyes squeezing shut as you tilt your head back. Seems silly to call it that now after the kissing. And well, you enjoyed it in your dream so it was truly unfair to call it a nightmare in the first place.

He smooths his hands down your sides and nudges his nose against your jaw before kissing along it. “S’that a yes?” he wonders, voice muffled against your skin.

“Yeah,” you breathe, hands falling to the mattress as you watch Steve inch further and further down it, pulling the duvet cover with him. He pushes the thin cotton of your sleep shirt up and presses his lips against the skin of your navel. All the while, his eyes are on your face, watching your expression carefully. Your stomach fills with overly active butterfly wings, flapping excitingly and nervously. Steve’s fingers hook into the waistband of your boy shorts, pulling them down your thighs and off your legs. He spreads your legs and rubs his thumbs against your pelvis, looking at you with this almost lovesick look on his face. An expression you’d only seen on his face with a handful of girlfriends from his past. It makes you nervous, unable to connect that Steve’s been harboring the same romantic feelings for you all these years.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you whisper.

He laughs, blushes even, “How am I supposed to look at you before I eat you out?”

You cover your face, “Oh, my god! Maybe this is a bad idea, Harrington.”

He tugs your hands away from your face and furrows his brows, “What? You want me to look totally disinterested? I can do that. Or! Or I could look scared, I guess maybe I should be. I mean, you were dreaming about it and well, maybe it’s a lot to live up to. But I think I’m pretty good at it. I love doing it.”

“I wanna punch you,” you mumble out, smiling softly.

“I better get to it then,” he says matter of factly, spreading your legs and then looking down at your exposed core. “Oh… you really liked the dream. Nightmare, my ass. Ya know, you can be such a bitch sometimes.”

“Do you always call girls bitches before you go down on them?” you ask and just then, Steve licks a broad stripe up your slit. “Oh!”

“Just the ones who call it a nightmare,” he says smugly, returning his tongue to your core a second later. It ultimately shuts you up, eyes fluttering shut as you lay back against your pillows. His tongue is better than it was in your dream. Real, mostly. But it’s so firm and determined. Licking patterns against your clit that make your mind go blank.

He seems to love it, grabbing roughly onto your thighs while he puts his all into it. Steve’s head bobs with the motions, shakes side to side and then his tongue circles around your entrance and you jerk upright, hands on his head.

“Fuck!”

He smiles up at you, tongue still pressed to your hole as your eyes meet and fuck, if it isn’t the prettiest thing you’ve seen. He moves his tongue back up to your clit, circling the stiff bud and then wrapping his lips around it. Next thing you know, you feel Steve’s finger grazing against your entrance and you whine appreciatively. It slides in easily, worked up from the dream and his tongue. He curls it up, drags it out and adds a second digit. Your hands grab at your own chest, fingers stimulating your peaked nipples as Steve’s tongue broadly licks against your clit.

“How is it?” He asks, licking his lips as he fucks you open with his fingers.

“I hate you so much,” you pant out, blinking down at him as he smirks and rubs his thumb in circles against your clit. Your eyes flutter shut again, writhing against him.

“I can tell,” he snickers, curling his fingers up against your g-spot and pumping them in and out. Returns his mouth to your pussy and you grab onto the back of his head as you grind up against his face.

He scissors his fingers, stretching you out as he teasingly licks through your folds. He mumbles against your core, “You taste really good.”

“You’re stupid, you’re so stupid,” you moan, spreading your legs further as you squirm against the sheets.

“Mmm,” he sucks on your clit, does that come hither motion with his fingers buried deep inside you that has you seeing stars. You’re mad he is good at this.

“I hate your stupid, hot face,” you babble out, unsure where this is all coming from but Steve seems to be enjoying it because he starts fucking you harder with his fingers as you continue, “I hate your sexy, annoying voice and those dumb, puppy dog eyes.”

“Keep telling me what you love about me,” he mumbles against your core, licking through your folds.

“Your hair is the worst,” you pant out, “So full and soft and— fuck…”

He sucks on your clit again and your body seizes, thighs closing to trap his head in as your orgasm slams through you harshly.

“Stevie…” you whine out, fingers tugging on his pretty hair.

Once you relax, he covers you again, kissing you forcefully and you wrap your arms around your best friend’s shoulders. He holds onto your jaw, holds you still while he licks into your mouth. You can taste yourself on him.

“Quite the nightmare,” he says, patting your cheek with his fingers.

“Shut up,” you mumble with a lazy smile.

“Wanna see my cock?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows and you slap his chest.

Then you say, “Yeah. Lemme see it.”

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Part two to this story

After Jason's cruel display and your identity of Eddie's admirer being public knowledge, you're sure he will be disgusted. He hates you and your friends doesn't he?

Turns out you're in for a big surprise.

Minors shoo! Angst, fluff, sweet Eddie and reader taking no shit.

If you have any requests then send me an ask. My request rules are in my pinned post ❤️

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Hellfire Slut. The words had practically burned into your brain as you tossed and turned in bed. Jason's cruelty was nothing new but you didn't think he'd ever go this far.

It was bad enough that Eddie's best friend had caught you in the act of delivering the notes and the thought he could spill all to Eddie, you didn't expect your secret to come out in such a public way.

The notes that you had poured your heart to Eddie had been clear to see by everyone and you felt sick to your stomach. You didn't care that people knew you were smitten with Eddie, it was the fact that he was probably disgusted that you had feelings for him.

You dreaded going to school but you knew you had to face Eddie and Jason at some point. It didn't stop nightmares plaguing your mind all night about what would happen come first period.

...

Homeroom was the first thing today before any other classes, you try not to draw attention to yourself as you slide into a seat at the back of class. However it feels like all eyes are on you today, Chrissy takes the seat beside you and holds your hand giving it a tight squeeze, it makes you feel a tiny bit better.

Mrs Jones isn't in class yet so chatter buzzes around you incessantly, your skin tingles as you feel Eddie's gaze on you a few times, try not to look up into those pretty brown eyes.

One of Jason's friends called Tyler smirks at you, he's sitting beside Jason and says loudly for all to hear. "So little miss perfect likes a freak in the sheets huh? Who would have thought?" there's a little ripple of laughter that's quelled by Chrissy's vicious glare. She's normally a sweetie so seeing her pissed shut everyone up.

Ignore him. Just ignore him you chant in your head but he still continues. "You know I was going to ask you out but fuck that. You're a dumb little bitch"

There's a collective silence as you hear Eddie's metal lunchbox drop to the floor. To your surprise he's glaring daggers at Tyler, you also notice that his knuckles are bruised. What the hell happened?

"Oooh you're in luck sweetcheeks, maybe Munson likes you back and the two of you can be freaks together"

You're fraying control over being calm snaps. Screw this. You weren't going to sit and let him run his mouth or let anyone like him or Jason make you cry again.

"You can admit to everyone you're jealous Tyler it's okay. We all heard about the little problem you have, Stacy told us all about how disappointing you are" you fake a sympathetic smile at him and his eyes nearly bug out of his sockets.

Jason looks ready to say something but you don't give the satisfaction of listening to the bullshit he says. "I couldn't be less interested in what you have to say Carver, you're a pathetic, nasty little worm"

While sassing Jason you miss the look of awe on Eddie's face. Gareth snorts at Eddie's stunned look.

"Dude, I really do think I'm in love" Eddie murmurs sounding almost reverent. Gareth sighs. Maybe now Eddie knew it was you that sent the notes the two of you could get together and he could get a minute of peace.

Meanwhile you lean back in your seat relieved as Mrs Jones comes in. There's still a question that's nagging at you though.

"Chrissy, why are Eddie's knuckles bruised?"and that's when Chrissy launches into the tale of how Eddie punched Jason after you left yesterday.

Hearing this makes a small bubble of hope build up inside of you. Maybe just maybe Eddie feeling the same for you might not be as hopeless as you first thought.

...

After a few fruitless attempts Eddie manages to track you down as you're coming out of cheer practice with Chrissy. She gives you an impish, knowing smile as she leaves you and Eddie to talk.

Telling Jason and Tyler what you thought about them made you feel a little bit better for a while, boosted your shattered confidence but now Eddie was around and you could feel that confidence crack.

What was he about to say? Was he going to tell you he was disgusted?

"You don't have to be nervous princess" you feel your nerves dissipate at his soothing tone.

"I know you thought the notes were a joke but they aren't Eddie, I've really fallen for you. I was crushing on you for such a long time. That's why I wrote the notes in the first place, I was worried if I told you in person that you would be disappointed" the words all come out in a rush and you feel relieved getting it all out.

He shakes his head. "I mean I would have been surprised but the way you spoke in the notes...how could you ever think I'd ever be disappointed sweetheart?" His words fill you with hope, a warm and fuzzy feeling in your chest.

"You know because I'm from the dark side" you murmur and he frowns. His hand reaches out to hold yours and you wince at the bruising on his knuckles.

"You didn't need to do that Eddie, I don't want you hurt" he shrugs as if it's no big deal.

"It was worth it. You're worth it"

Eddie gently takes your hand and kisses it, "I fell in love with you through what you said sweetheart, I want to know all about you. I don't give a fuck about who you're friends with or if you're part of the dark side. I just want to be with you".

A slow smile works it's way on your face and you lean forward and kiss him, continue kissing him until you're both a little dazed and smiling goofily at each other.

"Uh maybe we could go out for Milkshakes after school, if you want princess?" you nod feeling the bubble of excitement in your belly.

After all that worrying you were going on your first date with Eddie and you couldn't wait.

Maybe happy endings were possible after all ❤️

[call-memissbrightside]

can i request an angst/comfort where bkg and reader get into an argument where reader is jealous and frustrated of his coworker who is obviously flirting with him, but he doesn’t notice?

tw: physical fight, jealousy, bad words

It’s the way she throws her head back to laugh at every moment Katsuki blows up as Kirishima explains about the time they snuck out of the dorms to sneak off to the red district— blah, blah, blah, you’ve heard the story a million times. It’s not that funny, it doesn’t require the little intern from Katsuki’s agency to howl like a hyena as the story unfolded. She definitely didn’t need to pat your boyfriend’s chest to calm him down.

“You okay?” Shoto asked, nudging you with his elbow. You were glaring hard, the drink in your hand almost shattering at how hard you were holding it.

It’s when the little intern laid her head on Katsuki’s chest as she held her stomach as Kirishima concluded the story, that’s when you had enough.

“Oh I’m about to beat this bitch up,” you declare, moving towards them and quickly pulled the chick off Katsuki by her hair.

Of course the fight (could you call it that if only you fished out the punches?) didn’t last long with all the heroes at the little kickback in Izuku’s backyard.

Katsuki had to pull you away, his arm like steel across your abdomen as he hauled you off the intern who was now on the floor, bleeding and crying.

You didn’t feel bad. You didn’t feel anything but anger. Now that the threat was gone, you turned that anger towards your boyfriend.

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Katsuki was mad too, and he looked like he had no idea why you just beat up the intern.

The whole thing made you laugh .

“You sicko, you liked having that little girl all up on you? What is she? Barely seventeen?”

You try walking back into the party but Katsuki moved to block you.

“Don’t tell me you got into a fight because of a little flirting from the intern?” Katsuki just knew how to piss you off.

“You fucking knew she was flirting with you in front of me and you did nothing? Wow, real piece of shit you are.” You were beyond livid.

“Enough,” Katsuki ordered but you didn’t want to back down. The drinks in your stomach and the jealousy in your heart wouldn’t let you.

“Let me guess, you’re fucking her?” Katsuki rolled his eyes at your cheap dig.

Much to your annoyance, he was quick in pulling you into his chest and smacking your ass hard, making you jump and hiss in pain.

“Shut the fuck up, you know I only dream of your pussy,” Katsuki mumbled against your closed lips, eager to make you break and kiss him back.

Tears, stupid tears of fear and rejection made your eyes sting but you blinked hard to stop them from falling.

“Oh baby.”

All teasing ceased once he heard you sniffle. Hugging you to his chest, Katsuki placed a brute kiss on your forehead.

“Im sorry, I should’ve said something.” He sighed, swaying your body to help calm you down.

“I don’t like her like that,” he continued. “She was drunk and I was worried she’d fall over and Kirishima just kept talking —,” Katsuki shook his head.

“I didn’t mean for you to get hurt by that.” Katsuki said, softly. “I’m sorry.”

All the high emotions were gone and now you just felt small but Katsuki held you for a bit more as the party continued on like nothing ever happened.

Kissing Katsuki and promising no more fights, you walked hand in hand with him back to where the party was held.

“Go on,” Katsuki was back to teasing and he loved the cringe look on your face as you went to go apologize to the intern. You’d only given her a small bruise on her cheek and she seemed more than happy with all the attention Kirishima was now giving her.

After that awkward conversation and the promise that as long as you kept your distance, she wouldn’t press charges, you returned to your boyfriend.

He was sitting in a lawn chair, sipping on a beer and patted his thigh for you to sit in his lap.

“Crazy bitch,” Katsuki kissed your neck, squeezing you into a hug with his chest to your back. You opened your mouth to argue but Katsuki squeezed you.

“I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else.”

[bebe-writes-stuff]

Damn, you felt sore. Almost every part of your body ached. Last thing you remembered was, you were behind the school because you've received a note to meet someone there, just like the many you got like every other week. It's always the same corny love confession, and you always respond with the same answer,

"Oh, I already have a lover. Thanks for the thought though." You say and walk away.

But this time, it was something you never would've expected. It was a girl this time but that wasn't the new part, you've had even girls confess to you. It was she started talking about,

"You just think you can do whatever you fucking want just because you're pretty." She said in a spiteful tone,

You grimaced knowing what type of girl she already was. She was a bitch, not the good kind. She was green with envy of any girl who tried to outshine her. You snickered,

"You think I'm pretty, why thank you <3." You dropped the smug remark, rolling your eyes playfully.

You started walking away, not wanting to waste your time with some girl who has nothing to do then shit on other women who are living their lives. Jealousy really is a disease, and an ugly one. But suddenly you stopped in your tracks when she shouted,

"YOU THINK YOU COULD JUST STEAL HIM AWAY FROM ME, YOU BITCH!"

Turning to her, annoyance bubbling up inside you as you spat back at her,

"What the hell are you talking about, steal who?

"HARUKI SENPAI, YOU SEDUCED HIM!"

She saw your furrowed eyebrow and crooked smile, before you burst out laughing, hugging your stomach,

"PFFT, BAHAHA! OH MY GOSH, REALLY!? THAT UGLY GUY CONFESSED TO ME."

Taking a deep breath before wiping the small tears in the corners of your eyes,

"Okay, so you're yelling at me because your man-wait no- CRUSH asked me out. Sounds like you should keep him in check rather than attacking me. You know, that's a really bitchy move. There's a special place in hell for insecure hoes like you who put down other women."

You felt bad for her, she was trying so hard for this guy's attention to the point of coming at other girls. That's so...pathetic. You saw how her malice expression faded into a sadistic smile, then you caught the sound of a twig snapping behind you. You gasped at the realization, turning halfway when you felt the sharp pain in the side of your head. One of her friends had snuck up on you then at the moment you put your guard down, she struck you with a metal pipe.

RIP my man...Shinichiro

You weren't sure how long you've been knocked out for, but once you woke up it was night time. And you were met with two afros you were oh-too-familiar with.

"Hey Souya, it's alright. She's opening her eyes, there's no need to cry." His older brother, Nahoya, tried to comfort him.

Souya hasn't stopped crying ever since they got the first glance of your almost lifeless body on the floor. He never ran so fast to check up on somebody, pulling you into his arms and light shaking you to wake up. Begging you to.

"Hey Soso, baby, you're kinda squeezing the life out of my ass right now." You managed to gasp out,

He quickly let you go but both of his hand were still on your shoulder,

"Who...who did this Y/n. I'll fucking kill-" He started, his voice dripped with malice and rage.

Tears were running down his face, Nahoya had warned you about Angry's tears. No matter what, don't make him cry. You cupped his face, catching him off guard. You took a good look at him before gently wiping his tears away and leaning in and kissing his wet cheeks, You giggled a little at the small blush that became visible on his now hot cheeks. He was such a kind soul. He was one of the rare people who truly had a good heart. You weren't sure how hard you fell for him until now.

"Why are you crying dummy, I am literally right here in your arms."

You feel relieved once you see his tears stop running like a speeding river. You continued by kissing his hands,

"I told you before, your tears are precious to me, baby. Mm, I love you so much." You whispered, your voice sugarcoated as you pulled him into your arms, holding him lovingly.

He sniffed and struggled to talk because of his constant gasps,

"Shh, it's gonna be alright. Just listen to my voice. Take a deep breath, angel. Yeah, that's it. Are you calm now?" You whispered near his ear, rubbing his back and gently caressed his hair.

He nodded,

"I-I tried, I really did! But you were hurt and bleeding!"

"I know, baby. I know, and it's okay. I'd never ever blame you, love. Also c'mon, I bleed like every month. I think I can handle this." You joked,

You heard his muffled laugh when he had his face rested in the crook of your neck.

You were too focused on Souya, notice the way Nahoya took the hint and left you two to the comfort of your own presence.

...

The walk home to patch you up was sweet. Souya offered (demanded) to carry you all the way to your house. It was relaxing, he smelled nice, and he was warm. You wrapped your arms around his neck getting more comfortable when you pulled him closer resting your head on his shoulder.

"Souyaaaaaaa, I love youuuu. You're so sweet and make me so happy." You whispered, dragging out some of your words.

He was glad you weren't looking at him. You would tease the freak out of him if you saw the way he blushed hard at your harmonious voice. You raised your head, facing him. You snicker at his flushed face,

"You're so cute when you blush." You purr, biting your lower lip a little.

You moved your face closer to his, brushing your lips against his. It was a deep and affectionate kiss. You lost yourself in his warmth, treasuring the sensual moment. Pulling away to take a shaky breath. You sunk back into his arms, a smile tugged on your swollen lips, and let your eyes rest, getting sleepy.

After a moment you heard a small chuckle. You open one of your eyes, staring up at him,

"Hmm, what's up?

"I just remember talking with my brother about something."

"Oooh, tell me! Tell me!"

"He said you were a lot like a tootsie pop."

"The sucker. pfft-why?"

"You always act so tough on the outside but you're really such a softie."

You got flustered and a tad bit angry,

"dammit Nahoya, I'll shove my foot up your ass next time I see."

Ate a whole bag of tootsie pops while writing this

[idcbabyialreadylostmymind]

I love the norm x Navi trader that you write! I’d love to see something where they do end up having a kid but end up with twins which are probably like super rare for Navi

This has been in my inbox for a millenia

Two Blessings

Pairing- Norm x Na'vi!reader

Summary- Norm Fluff w/ pregnant reader and the birth of twins.

Warnings- Pregnancy, pregnancy with twins, mentions of throwing up, birth, descriptions of the said birth, cursing

Na'vi Translations: kalweyaveng- son of a bitch, Tsawke- Sun, Oare- moon

Tsahik Mo'at rubbed her cool hand on your little bumped up belly and her face contorted to one of confusion. You begin to worry and squeeze your mate's hand and look at him full in panic mode. He winced at how strong you hrip was thinking the great mother ve decided to go Na'vi form today. She brought her other hand to your stomach on two different parts. Her mouth opened slightly and the sides curled up slightly. She pulled her hands from your stomach and put the few things she brought with her in her bag. This did nothing to ease your panic and worry.

"Do not worry 'eveng." She said, smiling towards you. "Eywa has blessed you," she said and you were now even more confused as was Norm you already knew that much. "With two." She said and Norm's eyes widened as he looked at your stomach.

He was in shock, two. Two kids. His kids. His thumb caressed your stomach as he looked to Mo'at who was getting a sign from the great mother.

"They have strong hearts. One will be mighty and brave but she will be careless." Your smile widened that you were going to have a daughter. "The other he will be less brave but will be a great healer and smarter than his sister." She said looking into the space before blinking.

She left you two and Norm's hand rested on your stomach he leaned down and placed two small kisses on your tummy making you giggle before sitting up and throwing you hands over his neck, trapping him in a hug. Not that he minded.

"We will have a daughter and a son Ma Norm." You say as tears pricked at your eyes.

All the battling, all the blood, carnage, and death you never thought that it would end but here you sitting with your lover, your Norm someone of Sky people origin with a growing family, it was all coming together.

It was a rough pregnancy, you weren't going to lie. Morning sickness all the time, you couldn't eat anything sweet even the smell of sweet fruit or candy made you want to vomit. And for some reason you wanted your dinner extra spicy every night. And your emotions were a disarray when you woke up and he had his back turned to you, even if you were the one who turned over at night, waterworks. He made a joke about naming your guy's son Yoda after some creature in a sky people movie, he had to sleep on Jake and Neytiri's floor for three nights and he had kid feet all up in his face.

And the birth wasn't easy either.

The pain of one of their heads getting ready to crown shot through you as you screamed head thewing back as you screamed. "Get them out of me!" You screamed at everyone, some of the healers that helped Mo'at who sat in front of you looked terrified as they handed the Tsahik her supplies.

"Okay one hard push and then breath." Mo'at instructed and you only shook your head, closing your eyes and gripping Norm. "Now!" Mo'at explained. Your other hand held onto a healer who looked like he wanted to cry, clenching your jaw you pushed as hard as you could. You breathe and Norm comforts you by kissing the top of your sweaty head.

"Push " and push you did. Pushing as hard as you could you screamed in pain. "Ah- Norm.." you said pushing and he never thought he would hear what you were about to say. "You kalweyaveng you did this to me, ah eywa- great mother- I'm going to k..kill you." You screamed before pushing once more and one of them was out now. The sound of baby squalling surrounded the birthing tent.

Giving the baby to Norm, "It is the girl." She said before ducking in front of you as you begin to push more and look up at Norm who stared in awe at his daughter even though she was covered in placenta and blood she was most beautiful, but your son he was stubborn not wanting to come out, you kept pushing and pushing and then giving one more hard push his head finally popped out. His cry was much softer than his sister who had finally calmed down in her fathers arm.

Norm crouched next to you as you held your son and he held your daughter. They were truly the most perfect things you've ever seen and they were all yours.

"Let's name them," he paused for a moment before the perfect names came to mind. "Tsawke and Oare." Norm said and you smiled at him. "Yes, you shall be our Tsawke." You cooed to your daughter who had her tongue out of her mouth and stared at her father. And then you look at your son who was asleep. "And you shall be our Oare."

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Bleed for Me

A/N: Hello everyone! And welcome to the first day of Survive the Night!!!! Thank you to everyone who is joining, whether you are reading, reposting, or writing yourself!

Warnings: 18+, Dubcon/Noncon, Knife Play, Blood, Fingering, Minipulation, Abuse

I gave up on escaping long ago. My shoulders ache from where they’re suspended above my head, my wrists raw and bleeding in some areas, leaving trails of dried and fresh blood down my arms and shoulders. 

I think I’ve been here for a couple of days now… But honestly, I don’t know; the days all seem off. I know they feed me at odd times; one time, they fed me, and I wasn’t given a meal until I was sobbing from the ache in my stomach as it tried to eat itself to sustain my body. Other times, I’ll eat, and it’s like they came right back in again within minutes. I could believe they kept forgetting about me if it weren't for the lights… They keep me surrounded in darkness, but the moment I finally start to nod off, the blinding overhead lights turn on, shocking me awake.

No, I know they’re doing it on purpose.

He’s doing it on purpose.

The damned traitor fucking sold us all out, killing everyone in sight. We couldn’t even fight back; they all knew exactly where we were. Everyone dropped dead before we even knew what hit us. Soon, the fires started, burning our home, and everyone ran for their lives. 

I don’t know if there are any survivors or if it’s just me. A small part of me hopes they’re dead and that no one else is going through this. But the larger part hopes they’re alive, planning to rescue me somehow. 

But logically, I know that I won’t be rescued and that I’ll only see him until finally he decides to kill me. I can’t remember the last time he visited; I don’t know what’s worse, the pain he brings or the isolation that follows. 

All I know right now is that the room is dark again, pitch back beside the small blinking red light in the corner of the room watching me. 

I sluggishly lift my head, my shoulders protesting even more from the additional strain. I glare at the red light as I shakily raise my middle fingers. Not sure if it’s in defiance, or maybe I can piss him off enough to come down here. 

The quiet was broken by the sounds of a crackling monitor, followed by a deep chuckling, “Alright, little bitch, just you wait.” His voice sounded oddly amused as the crackling noise ended, as did the blinking from the camera. 

My heart jumped at the idea; I’m not sure if it's from fear or joy. I know he will hurt me beyond what I can handle, but then again, I won't be alone. 

I strain my ears, trying to hear anything outside of the metal walls of my prison. I turn my head to where I know the door, eager for a shred of light and the sight of his face. 

The ache in my neck and shoulders increased, the weight of my head too much, causing my neck to tremble, before my head fell again, but I never looked away from where the door should be. 

I want to cry, I want to scream, I want to be free, I want his attention, I want his touch, I never want to be alone. Yet all I can do is hang there limply. 

Thump

Thump

Thump

At first, I thought it was my heart pounding in my chest, how I could feel it throbbing in my throat, but the sound was coming from outside my cell. I shift the best I can from anticipation: anticipation for what I don’t know.

Blinding white lights seared through my brain, sending stabbing pains throughout my head as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the lights. I can’t stop the whine that leaves me; any little bit of pain bothers me more than usual. 

The soft click of the lock being undone sounds through my cell as I struggle to open my eyes. He hates it when my eyes are closed… unless they are bruised and swollen shut; he said that he likes that look on me. He hasn’t hit my face in a while, though…

The creek of the old metal hinges whined and echoed in the empty room; I could hear his footsteps as he confidently stepped into the room. 

I crack my eyes open to see his lazy smirk, “Rise and shine, baby girl,” He turns and locks the door behind him, “You were being a bitch earlier; you can’t back out and take a nap now that I’m here.”

I squinted my eyes but made sure I was looking at him. His blue face stared back at me, amused. I softly grunted, not daring to speak but showing I was paying attention. 

He sauntered over to me, gripping my jaw harshly; pain shot through my jaw and into my cheeks, the residual pain from that time causing me to yelp.

His chuckle was deceivingly sweet, “I bet that does hurt,” He turned my head left and right, looking at the bruises that I had formed, “But that’s what you get for mouthing off; you get a broken jaw.”

He lets go of me, pushing my head back, “Now, what should I do with my naughty girl today?” He hums, looking over the tools he likes to keep on hand.

I shifted uncomfortably, eager for more of his attention while bile settled in my throat; I know anything he’d do will be nothing but torture. My legs twitched weakly, maybe shaking from fear or ready to accept him. 

He turns back and looks at me, his brow creased in thought, “You know, despite all this time together,” He paused before moving away from the table full of tools, “And everything you’ve told me,” His hand drifted down to his loincloth, grabbing his knife, “It seems like we haven’t gotten to know each other really well.” 

Guilt pooled in my stomach at the reminder; it was only our third time together that I gave up all the information I knew. There was nothing left for me to give, yet he still expected more.

He unsheathed his blade slowly, letting it shine in the bright lights, “I think you’re still hiding some things from me,” He rested the tip of his blade on my clothed thigh; he trailed it up until it caught on the band of my shorts.

My eyes widen as I try and shake my head, my body limp in the chains, too sore to actually put up a fight. 

He smiled softly, “You will give me everything, baby girl,” He forced his knife down, the sharp blade easily tearing through the cloth.  

The blade nicked and sliced at my skin, leaving a burning sensation down my thigh; it was too sharp for the blade to drag through my skin, only leaving a thin, neat mark. A whine left my lips from the pain; my leg trembles slightly as his blade cuts to the bottom of my shorts, the remaining scraps of cloth clinging to my other leg.

He trailed the blade back up, over my leg, and up to my chest, resting the blade between my breasts; tears pricked at my eyes and fell over, sobbing from his new form of torture. 

He pressed the knife down, slicing through my shirt. I screamed the best I could with my throat raw, but he didn’t stop, not even slowed, as he used the tip to pull at my bra.

His fucking smile is so deceiving, looking at me like everything is alright, that everything he’s doing is completely normal, the way his yellow eyes look so soft and caring, but it doesn’t his the hint of maniacal sparked in them, “Now what don’t you show me more?” He cooed, slicing the knife through my bra.

My tits fell out of the scraps, hanging low but still covered by the pieces of my shirt; the chains rattled above me as I sobbed. My chest heaved as shame flooded me; he had never done anything like this before. 

The coldness of the room covered my skin; goose bumps followed as I shivered. 

He put away the knife, then brought his large hands to my body, grasping me firmly. His hands brought warmth to me, easing the shivers some. They were rough, covered in calluses, but he was gentle as he trailed his hands up over my stomach. 

“Such a pretty little thing; I’m surprised that you’re so soft, not a mark on your body,” He chuckled softly, “Well, besides the lovely little marks I gave you.”

He dug his thumb into the cut on my chest, blood covering the digit as he opened the wound more. 

I tried to flinch back but was unable to go anywhere, his hands holding me in place, “Noooo, lease,” I whined despite the pain from my broken jaw searing through my head. 

He removed his thumb from the cut, easing the pain, “Alright, you were a good girl and said please.” 

He grabbed the sides of my ripped shirt, pulling them out of the way, my tits now completely bare to him. He grabs one in his hand, kneading at the flesh.

“Oh fuck” He moans, “Been a while since I felt a soft tit,” He ran his thumb over my hardened nipple.

I moaned with him; the gentle pleasure of him rolling my nipple was intoxicating, a drastic change from before. He brings his other hand up, letting it play either my other one, before sucking a nipple into his mouth. 

I gasped as he sucked and nipped on the sensitive flesh, and I tried to push my chest closer to his mouth. Oh fuck I’m not supposed to want this, but it doesn’t hurt for once; I don’t know the last time I’ve felt anything but pain before. 

Yes, I do… it was the night I was taken… With my husband, enjoying our night together, and now I don’t even know if he’s alive. Yet here I am, enjoying the enemy's touch, enjoying the way he touches me, even though all he’s brought me so far is pain. Enjoying another man's touch… even though my husband could still be alive and looking for me. 

He pulled off my tit with a pop, a string of saliva connecting us, “Damn, I miss human bodies, so fucking soft and mailable,” He pulled away from me, the cold air becoming worse after having his warmth. 

He reached for his knife again and quickly sliced through the other side of my shorts, letting the shreds of cloth fall to the floor, my red lingerie standing out stark against the white of the room. 

He whistles lowly, “Fuck, I didn’t think you’d get all dolled up for me,” He smirked, trailing a finger over the back of my thong, between my asscheeks. 

I blushed deeply; I was still wearing the lingerie I wore for my husband; he had never even seen it before we had to rush out during the attack. 

“Ahhh!” I moaned as he found my clit, rubbing it through the soft lace; I wiggled my hips, not sure if I wanted to get away or closer for more. 

“That’s it, see look at everything I can give you,” He growled husky in my ear; he slid his finger over the string of my thong, “You just have to be a good girl for me,” His finger slipped under the string, collecting my slick as he parts my folds.

“Fuck,” He hissed, “Been a long time since I’ve felt this wet of a pussy.” 

I whined and moaned from the stimulation, his finger is giant and warm, and it feels so fucking good. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, trying to imagine my husband touching me instead. 

Sharp pain brought me out of my pleasure; the burning soon followed as I looked down. His knife was in his hand, and blood was dripping down my leg.

His eyes were dark, “Eyes on me bitch,” he ordered, slipping a finger inside me.

I let out a choked whine; his finger is thick and long inside me, the stretch causing a slight burn, yet it still feels so good. 

“You’re fucking dripping, baby girl, all over my hand and onto the floor,” He grinned as he curled the finger inside, placing more pressure on my clit.

I tried to look away, but the knife came back; the sharp tip dug into my inner thigh, blood pooling around the wound.

“Don’t make me tell you again,” he barked, slipping in a second finger.

I looked deep into his yellow eyes as bile rose in my throat. It felt so good, but all I wanted was my husband for the pain to end.

“That’s it, be a good girl,” He purred, curling his fingers perfectly. 

I cried, as the pleasure built in me, the slow rubbing of my clit, the way his fingers curl, paired with the stretch of his fingers, it all feels so good, but I can’t cum, I can’t cum from him.

Crackling came from the comm around his throat, “Sir? Looks like we got something on radar,” The fuzzy voice called.

He removed his fingers and stood tall, answering the other person, “What are we looking at?” 

My breathing slowed as I heaved in breaths.

“Not sure just yet, probably RDA scouts,” The voice answers.

He looks down thoughtfully before answering, “Leave them be; they’re using the info we gave them. But I’ll head your way just in case. And remember, keep an eye on your brother.”

He turned to me slowly, a slight smirk on his face, “Damn, kids can’t keep their nose out of things. That’s alright; it won’t change anything.”

He pets my face lovingly, “You’re husband on the way. Hopefully, he can find you before your time is up; no more food or water from me,” He smirked, walking to the door.

He opened the door and stepped through it; he looked back at me one more time, “Mrs. Quaritch, tell your husband that Sully said hi.”

The door shut, and the room went black.

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[daddyyy88]

It’s gonna be okay | Dean Winchester x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.0k

warnings: blood, almost fatal wounds, passing out, ?

summary: [requested] Lol idk how to request but can you do a Sam or dean Winchester where him and reader get attacked and dean/sam is bleeding out and reader crawls to him and just stays with him but he’s worried about her too. This request sucks oml I hope you understand what I’m saying lmao

It was just supposed to be a “killing time” sort of mission. You’d hit a dead end on the stuff with the darkness, and it was driving everyone insane but especially Dean. So you found a case that seemed like a werewolf case, so you figured you two could be there and do what you needed to in a day or two and be back to the bunker in no time. You just needed to get out and do something before you both lost your shit.

Unfortunately, you were wrong. It was a hellhound case. Ramsey, you know, the one who listens to Lucifer and Lucifer only. You and Dean were trying to find her with the help of Gwen, who Ramsey was after because she hit her with an ax when Ramsey killed her boyfriend, Marcus.

You were starting to get distracted since it was taking so long, and at the moment you were currently making fun of Dean with the glasses on. “Oh I look funny? Yours are literally hot pink heart glasses I don’t think this even a competition” he said and you giggled.

You heard a twig snap and you both turned your heads to where the sound came from, but you didn’t see anything. You sighed, shaking your head. “This is getting really fucking boring” you groaned and Dean sighed.

He looked behind him, Gwen was looking around at the forest a few feet away. “I know, babe. I’m sure the bitch will come out soon though” he said and kissed your head, intertwining your hands.

You shook your head and said “what if we were wrong? What if Ramsey gave up and- aaahhh!” You felt something sharp on your thigh and then got dragged to the ground. You gasped as you looked and saw Ramsey through your glasses, getting ready to jump on you again.

“Dean!” You screamed. She jumped on you again and scratched your stomach a little before Dean hit her. She growled and jumped on him and scratched him up bad. You screamed, trying to get to him but she had injured you just enough that it slowed you down.

Gwen suddenly managed to chop her head off, even though she didn’t have any glasses and couldn’t see her. You could hear Deans groans and whimpers, and you started to cry even more.

“Dean- baby, it’s okay. Hey, don’t worry you’re okay. You’re gonna be okay” you said and crawled over to him, caressing his face. He grunted, and you looked down at the blood soaking his shirt.

You whimpered, lifting it up to see how severe it was. “No, no no no- god- shit” you murmured. You noticed Dean get louder, he was looking at his wounds and it was making him scared. “Hey, hey don’t look at it. You’re fine, Dean it’s just some scratches” you said, chin trembling.

You grunted, your own wounds being quite painful as well but you ignored it. “H-How bad is it?…uhh! Fuck, tell me the truth, baby” he said and you cupped his cheek.

You sniffled and wiped his tears away, grabbing his hand as you said “it uhm- fuck, it’s bad, Dean. But you’re not dying today, I’m not letting you die, okay?” He shuddered, squeezing your hand. You whimpered, feeling light headed because of your blood loss.

“Gwen…call Sam” you said, whimpering with every breath you took. Dean grunted and said “a-are you okay? How b-bad are you hurt?” “I’m- I’m fine, Dean it’s nothing” you said and coughed a little, realizing that maybe it was that bad since you just coughed blood into your hand.

His eyes widened and he said “babe- y/n you can be saved. Please, get out of here, get help” “no, I’m not- ahh! Oww- fuck I’m not leaving you!” You said, burying your head into his chest as you panted, your fingertips losing feeling and your stomach and leg throbbing.

Dean placed a hand on your head, caressing it softly. “Try to- to breathe baby…it’s gonna be okay- hey! Hey, sit up!” He said as you started to let up on the amount of pressure you applied to his stomach and almost completely stopped squeezing his hand.

You grunted, sitting up and squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to stay awake. “Ohh! Fuck- Dean, I’m not- I’m gonna p-pass out” you said and he sniffled. You coughed up more blood before you leaned against his chest again, panting hard and even wheezing.

“No- nonono…don’t- stay awake,” he said, starting to feel lightheaded himself. “I love you…” You whispered before you slowly let go of his hand and your other hand went limp as well, falling to your side and causing more blood to fish out of him.

He gasped, wheezing just like you were a moment ago. “No- no! Fuck- y/n, please wake up. Babe….shit- babe I’m right here, god- don’t die….baby” he said and whimpered, tears flowing like crazy.

He let out a sob as he said “I love you, baby…I love you so much…oh god- fuck I love you so much babygirl” He placed his other hand on your waist, caressing it softly.

“I love you…I lo- I-I- I lo- mnh” he said before he too lost consciousness, praying to every god he knew that Sam would make it to you guys in time.

A few hours later, you woke up on the ground in the library. You gasped, rolling to your side and coughing hard. You groaned, breathing a little shaky as you looked around. Sam was standing over you, covered in blood and Cas was next to Dean with his fingers on his head.

Your eyes widened and you looked down, your shirt was still destroyed because of yours and Dean’s blood but when you lifted your shirt up there was nothing there. You sighed relievingly and laid back down, scoffing slightly.

Dean woke up and you instantly sat up, cupping his cheek and trying to calm him down. “Hey, hey it’s okay. We’re okay. We’re at the bunker now, we’re safe. I told you you would be okay” you said and chuckled, happy tears filling your eyes.

He pulled you into his lap, kissing your head and rubbing your back. You sniffled, crying happy tears. You really didn’t think you two would make it out alive. “I’m right here, babygirl. Don’t worry, we’re safe” he mumbled into your neck.

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As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Maya Hawke

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Lo’ak

Neteyam

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

[borathae]

Chapter 25

fuck i dont have time for 10k but lets get this bread lol OH SHIT ITS EXTRA SAD FUCK HOW DO I SQUEEZE SADNESS INTO 20 MINUTES

so he is born between 1210-ish? damn that was one hell of a night ok 1310-ish he left korea for europe (age 100) fuck he was really a gifted healer, trying his best and then all this happens

1500 age 300 he was um not ok fuck thats so sad not remembering anything and just seeing yourself like that WILLIAM?? DAMN

1700 - 500 came back to korea oh he met jimin in this era in russia Taehyung had almost forgotten the language of his home but Jimin refreshed his memories again fuck thats so cute

Taehyung liked that Jimin also drank blood, he had never seen someone else like him before and it made him happy SHIT HE DIDNT KNOW ANOTHER VAMPIRE FOR 500 YEARS OF HIS LIFE??

what he liked most about Jimin was that he helped him not feel anymore. Taehyung still felt joy, annoyance, anger, rage, pleasure. He still felt those things, but he knew they couldn’t hurt him anymore. oh thats nice, to not be hurt by very fucking emotion u get and feel. but idk this feels slightly concerning like did he lose emotions all together or what WAIT IS THAT THE SWITCH IN ONE OF DATES???

he really loved 20th century huh, the art, changes, inventions. thats cute. he is really going to die in this chapter? huh? pls im about to cry

oh 300 years later he is bored. im scared 💀👀😃so tae changed but jimin stayed the same and thats why it looks like vmin is going separate ways hmm but they still care for each other

so tae wanted us as another feed/hunt and joon interrupted that night hmm damn YES ALL THE FAKE PRAISE HE WAS MAKING HER TELL

wow yall call ur man handsome with pure intent so that u can stay safe cuz tae wanted to kill us but then he changed all from a praise

ok im going for a while and imma come back

damn he really was honest in that chapter i didnt expect that lol

*detective aha, YES I KNEW IT WAS THE EMOTION SWITCH now we knoe the histroy, jimin turned it off, it turned on with oc YES BABY U MADE A MAN LIVE AGAIN

ah thats how he was cold again after the chat and thats what jimin meant when he said u turned it on again

damn even he was lying/pretending, he wasnt fuck THATS WHY HE WAS LIKE THAT DAY AND THE BATH

and this is why jimin is asking her to save him, cuz she is turning it on when jimin turns it off. BUT WHY WOULD JAMAL CARE he did all that for centuries and he suddenly cares now?? fuck off aint believing that shit. i aint born yesterday, neither are you

or was jimin under joon's control ever since he introduced him? nah actually, a little before jimin turned off tae's emotion?

anyways im happy i guessed most of tae's lies or at least half yipee

AHA JIMIN IS JOON'S EXPERIMENT AND TAE OF JIMINS

ok so jimin does care hm ok sorry jamal (no trust is better than stolen trust)

JAMAL DONT DIE ON ME WTF MAN I LOVE YOU DONT FUCK NOO BITCH ASS NAMJOON UR GETTING UR ASS WHOPPED BY MY DAD GRANDPA AND MOM

TAEHYUNG AAH I GET YOU JIN AND KOOK BUT PLEASE MY BABIES GOD MY STOMACH HURTS, MY NOSE IS RUNNY, I CAN REALLY PHYSICALLY FEEL MY HEART

sibi i hate you why just why

1500 age 300 he was um not ok fuck thats so sad not remembering anything and just seeing yourself like that WILLIAM?? DAMN

explains why he knows that william shakespear indeed had a male lover 🤪🤪

1700 - 500 came back to korea oh he met jimin in this era in russia Taehyung had almost forgotten the language of his home but Jimin refreshed his memories again fuck thats so cute

no but they were actually so perfect for each other back then 😭

Taehyung liked that Jimin also drank blood, he had never seen someone else like him before and it made him happy SHIT HE DIDNT KNOW ANOTHER VAMPIRE FOR 500 YEARS OF HIS LIFE??

BIG SAD HE IS SO :(

but idk this feels slightly concerning like did he lose emotions all together or what WAIT IS THAT THE SWITCH IN ONE OF DATES???

BINGO 😌😌😌😌

he really loved 20th century huh, the art, changes, inventions. thats cute. he is really going to die in this chapter? huh? pls im about to cry

hahhaha the fear is so valid :--------)

oh 300 years later he is bored. im scared 💀👀😃so tae changed but jimin stayed the same and thats why it looks like vmin is going separate ways hmm but they still care for each other

yes 100% definitely

wow yall call ur man handsome with pure intent so that u can stay safe cuz tae wanted to kill us but then he changed all from a praise

lmaoao he is such a slut for praise fasjdf

damn he really was honest in that chapter i didnt expect that lol

i love just knowing he was actually genuine 😩

*detective aha, YES I KNEW IT WAS THE EMOTION SWITCH now we knoe the histroy, jimin turned it off, it turned on with oc YES BABY U MADE A MAN LIVE AGAIN

YES EXACTLY 👀👀👀👀

ah thats how he was cold again after the chat and thats what jimin meant when he said u turned it on again

yesss exactlyyyy

damn even he was lying/pretending, he wasnt fuck THATS WHY HE WAS LIKE THAT DAY AND THE BATH

YES THISSS

and this is why jimin is asking her to save him, cuz she is turning it on when jimin turns it off. BUT WHY WOULD JAMAL CARE he did all that for centuries and he suddenly cares now?? fuck off aint believing that shit. i aint born yesterday, neither are you

okay but you really have to remember the magic ring fighting off mind control 👀

or was jimin under joon's control ever since he introduced him? nah actually, a little before jimin turned off tae's emotion?

ooooooooooooooh 👀

AHA JIMIN IS JOON'S EXPERIMENT AND TAE OF JIMINS

OOOOOHHHHHHH 👀👀

JAMAL DONT DIE ON ME WTF MAN I LOVE YOU DONT FUCK NOO BITCH ASS NAMJOON UR GETTING UR ASS WHOPPED BY MY DAD GRANDPA AND MOM

:-)

TAEHYUNG AAH I GET YOU JIN AND KOOK BUT PLEASE MY BABIES GOD MY STOMACH HURTS, MY NOSE IS RUNNY, I CAN REALLY PHYSICALLY FEEL MY HEART

:-)

sibi i hate you why just why

:-)

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

THE DARK KNIGHT FANFIC: Joker x OC (Part 7)

Lottie stood outside Wayne Tower, clutching her purse and anticipating the arrival of Rachel Dawes. A taxi cab pulled up, and the passenger door opened. A tall brunette in a tailored grey suit stepped out, smiling at Lottie. Lottie mirrored her smile, giving Rachel Dawes a hug, and sliding back into the car with her.

"So glad to meet you again!" Rachel said, her eyes shining. Lottie could see why Bruce was so attracted to her.

"Yeah! This is cool!" Lottie replied. "I've heard so much about you from Bruce."

Rachel nodded, looking away and changing the subject. "So, we haven't talked in a while. What's been going on with you? Anything fun happening at Gotham University? Any boyfriends... girlfriends...?"

"A little of both." Lottie replied, trying not to appear anxious. "Actually, the girl we're picking up downtown is my girlfriend. Her name is Maya."

"Oh? And does she get along with your boyfriend? I've heard those types of relationships are complicated to manage. You must be a busy girl!" Rachel said playfully.

Lottie laughed, nervous. "They've never met. But yeah, it is complicated."

"And they're both students from Gotham University?" You know, that's a very prestigious school. I used to go there." Miss Dawes added.

Lottie glanced out the window, watching as they passed the Gotham Empire News building. She looked back at Rachel. "I feel like you've been asking me a lot of questions. I'd love to hear a little about you!" Lottie said sweetly. 'Nosy bitch,' She thought.

Rachel studied Lottie's face for a second, then sighed. "I guess that's only fair. I admit, I was asking all those questions because a friend of mine, Lieutenant Gordon, explained to me the strange circumstances of your parents abduction. This city is full of untrustworthy people. If you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here. I'm sure Bruce feels the same."

Lottie felt her heart sink. "Lieutenant Gordon thinks I'm a suspect, doesn't he?"

"Well," Rachel said, placing her hand on Lottie's shoulder, "not exactly. He thinks maybe you got involved unknowingly with the wrong people. Your name was written in fire on the Lau Industries building."

Lottie felt her stomach turn to lead. She had to think fast or she'd appear suspicious. Lottie summoned tears and put on an act of crying from being overwhelmed. "I just don't feel safe, you know? I'm j-just so scared!"

Rachel squeezed her hand, completely buying the petite girl's performance. "I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to upset you."

"I hate to interrupt, but we're here." The cab driver said, stopping the car in front of Maya's apartment building.

Maya ran up to the car, and opened the door and cramming into the only empty seat next to Lottie. "Oh my god, Lottie, you're crying? Who made you cry." She said, turning angrily to the cab driver. "Was it you?"

"No!" Lottie interjected quickly. "No, I'm just... extremely sensitive these days. It's nobody's fault."

Maya relaxed a bit. "Oh, ok. Well, hopefully this shopping trip will be enough to cheer you up!"

The girls arrived shortly after at one of Gotham's fanciest streets, 3rd Avenue, known for its exquisite selection of clothing stores (everything from Miu Miu to Chanel). Rachel informed Lottie while they were shopping that tomorrow night Bruce was hosting a formal fundraiser at the penthouse for Harvey Dent, and that they'd both need to find something nice to wear. Lottie browsed rack after rack of dresses, looking for anything stylish and low cut. Her goal was to bring shame and dishonor on her recently deceased parent's reputation in front of the high society of Gotham. Finally, she settled on the most expensive and revealing dark red dress she could find.

Maya laughed when she saw what Lottie had decided to wear. "You really want to make an impression, don't you?" She couldn't stop giggling. "I only wish I could come as your date. I'd love to see the shocked faces of the other guests!"

Lottie smirked. She leaned in close to Maya so Rachel couldn't hear. "You can always hack the camera and security system if you really want to witness the spectacle. I know you're good at that sort of thing..."

Maya grinned, obviously a fan of that idea. Rachel came out of the dressing room, showing the girls the dress she had picked for the party. Lottie showered her with compliments, and used the black card Bruce had given her to pay for their dresses. After shopping at many more stores, Rachel hailed a cab and they rode back to Maya's house, dropping her off, and then to Wayne Tower, saying their goodbyes. Lottie rushed to the elevator. Shopping had taken all day and it was late evening. If she wanted to get downtown for her shift at the Thrills strip club, she'd have to change quickly, especially if she didn't want to get caught.

[signedanon]

Mine

She stirred in her sleep, faintly aware of a noise in the room. It seemed far away as she hummed softly and nestled further into the soft pillows, arms gripping it underneath as she lay on her stomach, head turned to the side.

Her eyes flew open, alarmed and shocked as a strangled cry came from her mouth before a cold, clammy hand clamped down over it. The full weight of someone on her lower back as she kicked and struggled against her captor. She could barely hear the shakey breath over the rushing of the blood as her heart beat furiously in her chest, body surging with fear and adrenaline. She bucked her hips wildly, teeth trying in vain to part and sink into the meat of their hand but the grip was so tight that it hurt her jaw, and they easily outweighed her by at least 100lbs.

A throaty, laugh made her blood run cold and she finally knew it was Him. The hand pressing her into the mattress between her shoulder blades snaked up the back of her neck, fingers entangling in her hair and yanking hard at the roots. She gasped in pain as he pulled her head back at at awkward angle, leaning down to whisper against the shell of her ear, his hair tickling against her cheek and bare shoulder as the heat from his breath scorched, searingly hot against her skin.

“Don’t pretend you don’t want this” he spat, voice harsh full of venom, slightly shakey giving away nervous excitement that finally his plan was coming the fruition.

“I’ve seen how you look at me - ah, ah no, don’t deny it! You’ve been so, so fucking bad at being subtle, standing at the front of the stage in those increasingly slutty outfits. Oh? You don’t think so? Please, if your skirts got any shorter or tighter you - Ah fucking bitch !“

She finally managed to get her teeth around his middle finger, tasting the salty metallic taste of his skin before she sunk her teeth in hard. He jammed his thumb into the muscle on her jaw, repeating the action on the other side with his other fingers causing her to gasp in pain and release. Angrily, He shoved her head down roughly into the pillow, a low dissatisfied growl before the metallic sound of him undoing his belt, the whoosh of it slipping through the loops of his jeans as he manovered to slide it off one handed, sucking the sore m,potentially bleeding, finger.

“ Fucking slut, if you want to bite something then you’ll bite this!” She could tell his teeth were clenched tight in anger before he jerked her head back painfully, sliding the thick leather belt into her gasping mouth between her teeth. She huffed in and out through her nose, tears spilling in fat, salty drops down her flushed cheeks, tongue coated in the taste of leather. Though she couldn’t see it, his tone suggested he was smirking, as she heard him suck at her saliva from his finger with a barely audible groan.

“Cry, go on, cry for me, you’re only making it harder for me to hold back. You deserve this. You asked for it even. You think I haven’t picked up on your little comments, the way you watch me and squeeze your slutty thighs together?”

He had pulled the belt taught with his other hand, swapping it to the injured one so he could lean back and grip the fat of her thigh.

“I bet you’re already wet and I haven’t even touched you. Such a depraved slut. You pretend to be so innocent and polite with those doe eyes and soft voice. But we both know better, darling, we both know you want to be treated like the whore you are.”

His fingers crawled up the inside of her leg like a spider, inching towards her panty covered crotch. She whimpered against the belt, saliva dripping down from her gagged mouth as she tried in vain once more to buck him off of her with her hips but he was stronger than he looked. His fingers touched the hot pulsating core at the apex of her thighs, he moaned deep in his chest and she closed her eyes trying to ignore the throbbing that was pulsing under his fingers

“I knew you’d be soaked for me already, dirty fucking slut”

Shame made her cheeks flush and she became aware of just how hot she felt between her legs. He hooked his fingers into the side of the fabric, yanking them roughly to the side, the coolness of the air only deepened the shame and yearning, soaking wet, feeling a string of thick fluid stretching between her lips and the damp fabric. He rubbed his fingers against her folds, letting out a gasp of satisfaction, her hips involuntarily pushing back against him, half trying to move away and half seeking more.

He let out a dark chuckle, pulling his hand away to his mouth and she could hear him tasting the sticky juices from his digits as he shifted his weight on top of her, leaning down to her ear, chest firm against her back.

“If you behave, I’ll give you what you need. Every. Fucking. Inch.” His lips brushed against her followed by the hot, wetness of his tongue, causing her eyes to roll back as she ground into the mattress, trying so hard to get some friction, conflicted by the feelings in her head and her throbbing clit. His weight shifted off of her and she felt the blood flow back into her body and lower extremities. Her relief didn’t last long as he pulled her backwards onto her knees by the belt in her mouth along with a bruising grip on her hip, yanked her panties down to her bent knees, causing her to hiss through the belt in pain as the fabric rubbed her skin raw with friction over the soft flesh of her hips. With his fore finger and thumb he unhooked her bra, pulling her backwards on her knees against his chest so he could manoeuvre the bra over her head by the middle section, down her arms, behind her back before twisting it in his fist to create a makeshift set of handcuffs before shoving her facedown into the pillows.

Shock had set into her system mixed with a cloud of arousal making her feel confused. Was this really happening? She could feel her nipples harden involuntarily against the cool air of the room , rubbing against the sheets. A hand slapped harshly down on her exposed ass, a sharp sting that brought her back to the moment. He gripped the flesh, spreading her open from behind, she could feel the cold air, over the dripping slick between her legs, replaced by the heat of his breath then his tongue as he groaned into her sopping cunt. His tongue licked a swipe from her clit up to her tight hole and buried deep inside. A lewd moan escaped her as she felt him wriggling his tongue muscle inside her clenching walls and press his face into her harder, tongue slipping out and down to her clit, sucking it into his mouth, rolling his lips side to side.

She pressed her face into the pillow in an attempt to stifle her moans, terrified that someone would hear. Despite the rising shame, her body was responding to him and deep down she did have fantasies, found herself thinking of him but she never expected to be assaulted like this. At least not in real life. It would be a lie to say his face had never entered her mind while she fucked herself on her fingers, writhing under the sheets when she lay in bed alone. He wasn’t wrong that she had been transfixed by him lately, that her heart beat a little faster when he fixed his eyes on her, her thighs clenching together remembering how she came hard to the thought of those eyes staring up at her from between her legs.

“Pussy is so fucking wet for me, tastes even better than I imagined” he pulled his mouth away, strings of saliva and her juices connecting her to his mouth. Hot breaths from him panting fanning over her puffy slit. He yanked the belt, pulling her away from the pillow. “No one is here and I want to hear how much you’re enjoying this. If you’re a good girl for me, I’ll even consider letting you cum”. He dove back into to devouring her, tongue circling her clit teasingly and his fingers push inside stroking and prodding the spongy spot that made her eyes roll back, a string of curses leave her gaping mouth ad the belt slipped free, now loosely around her neck. Her hips start rocking back against him as her mind thinks of nothing but the pleasure. His groaning and moans vibrated through her body, pushing her closer to the edge. She was overcome with a feral lust, dripping a mixture of saliva and juices into the sheets underneath her, the burning fire blazing inside as she grew closer and closer to that delicious coil snapping.

He pulled away suddenly, breathing hard, pulling the belt off of her neck, twisting her jaw towards him to capture her lips in a ravenous kiss. She saw his eyes for the first time that night, blackened with lust and desire, just for a split second, the same way he would glare from the stage and it made her throb harder, grasping at him and pulling him on top of her, she ground herself against his erection that was so painfully hard in his tight jeans. Smearing her juices over the crotch as she frantically sought the release he denied her. His finger tips dig deeply into her hips as he returned the friction, rutting against her, moans mingling on their open mouths.

“I - fuck - I think you’ve been good huh?”

“Yes, so g-good- shit- so fucking good”

He pulled away from her scrambling to undo his jeans, pulling the zipper down and shoving them down to his mid thighs before she grabbed his hips, slamming their bodies together, the tip of his leaking cock catching against her clit causing her to cry out in pleasure. His cock kicked up against his stomach, leaving a wet, sticky string on the patch of hair that trailed down to his heavy balls. Her hands found the back of his head, leaning up to capture his lips in another breathless kiss, he grabbed the base of his cock and slid into her slowly. She felt every inch of him stretch her out, the pleasurable sting before she felt him bottom out, his balls resting against her ass eliciting a moan simultaneously, her teeth sinking into his lower lip. She was intoxicated by him now, the poison had sunk deep into her flesh and the only thing on her mind was fucking herself dumb on his thick cock.

He started thrusting his hips slowly, gauging her reaction. Every twist of his hips as he sought the perfect spot that made her eyes roll back.

“Fuck, right there huh? Mmm yes, oh my god you’re squeezing me so tight” his forehead was pressed to hers as she struggled to maintain eye contact with him but her eyes kept rolling back with every thrust and had her pussy squeezing and milking his cock. It just felt too fucking good.

She rolled her hips to match his thrusts, taking him as deep as possible, the thatch of pubic hair around the base of his shaft was rubbing teasingly against her clit as she creamed and gushed around his length, hand roaming and gripping his back. She threw her head back and arched her back against his relentless pace. Somehow he knew the perfect rhythm to keep her on the precipice until he allowed her to cum.

“Shit… fuck… it feels s’good” her eyes locking onto his as she leaned up to kiss him again, their tongues sliding messily over one and other, moaning and panting into each others mouths. “I’m so close, so fucking close”

He laughed deep his throat and pulled away, causing her to whine at the loss, feeling all the wetness bubble out and ooze down the crack of her ass to the sheets below. He had taken the belt off in their scramble to undress but the marks where the leather bit into her skin still remained, red and sore against her pale cheeks, he rubbed his thumb against them, over the plumpness of her lower lip almost a tender gesture.

“Get on your knees for me, all fours.” He barked, rising to his knees, languidly stroking himself up and down. She complied without hesitation, drunk on the feeling of him filling her completely. Unable to stop the moan when he pressed the tip against her entrance, pushing slowly to the hilt, his hands gripping her hips roughly as he started his hard and slow pace again.

Finally taking her like this lessened the agonising gnawing in his head to take, take, take. No more teasing. No more nights in the dark spilling his seed across his sweaty abdomen and lying there alone. He had the taste of her now.

He leaned forward, pressing against her back, feeling his orgasm approaching rapidly in the base of his spine, as she squeezed and pulsed around him, her moans and whimpers of pleasure swirling around his brain like a drug, pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He left go of her hips, one hand reaching around to circle her clit and the other reaching up to push his fingers into her mouth. She sucked and moaned around them greedily while he rubbed her clit in quick little circles, fingers slick from her. He could feel it all over his thighs and crotch, his lower abdomen soaked with them.

She was writhing under him, hips bouncing back taking him harder and cursing through her moans as she grew closer to release. He bit his lip hard to stave off his own release, never expecting it to feel this good or to have her so compliant.

“F -f fuck, yes” he growled, voice cracking with the pleasure close to explode. “That’s it, slut, cum hard around this cock, you’ve been begging for it”

She cried out at his words, his lips brushing her ear, hot breath and moans against it before he bit down on her shoulder. Calloused fingers rubbing her clit harder as she broke apart for him, gushing her orgasm all down his length, dripping onto the sheets and he followed immediately behind with a guttural groan, hips stuttering, he was gasping and pumping her full, she could feel every thick rope of cum. He pulled out still spurting, hitting her gaping hole with another hot rope.

“Fuck me, shit, that was so hot” he was chuckling now, that throaty laugh that would forever make her remember this moment. She collapsed forward onto the bed, aching all over and completely exhausted. She rolled to the side to look at him, he towered over her with his body glistening with sticky sweat, flushed and pink skin from exertion. Hair wet and sticking to his face, his dark eyes looking down at her as his cock wilted between them, red and oozing.

She couldn’t help leaning up and licking the tip, tasting their carnal sin, savouring it on her tongue, making him hiss. He gripped her chin and tilted it up so she could see him,

“You are mine now”.

[love-toxin]

Wait I have a question. Would Bully!Eddie defend us if someone else tried to bully us or force us to do something that normally he would do?

oooohhhhhohoho yes. you are his brat to bully, nobody else's--if someone tried to get you in their car or started shoving you around, hell, if they even starting calling a whore or a bimbo bitch like he does, bully!Eddie is going off the wall. he'll grab you so hard it bruises and drag you away, he'll get in a fist fight if absolutely necessary, and if things start looking bad for him he'll just pull out that handy switchblade he's got in case any deals go south. any idiot stupid enough to ignore the fact that you're Eddie's bitch doesn't have the stones to think he's not crazy enough to stab them, so it usually ends no further than that and he's free to turn his ire to you.

what did you do? you flash them or somethin', you little tease? what did you tell them? cut the fuckin' crying, it's so goddamn annoying.

Eddie just huffs as he takes you away, those aggressive complaints masking the fact that his anger isn't really towards you--but you don't know that, and how should you? he just wants a reason to be upset that someone wanted to take you away from him, that someone tried to treat you like that, without admitting that the real reason is that he cares about you. if you're somewhat fine after the fact, he just brushes off your thanks and crudely reminds you that he's expecting a reward for saving your ass. but he doesn't actually end up enforcing that, even a little bit, he just pretends it's so insignificant that he forgets about it.

if you're not fine, however, and his usual tactics of ordering you to quit being a crybaby don't work, he just.....gets a little embarrassed. what's he supposed to do with you? he's not good at comforting people, and if he so much as raises his voice, you just start crying harder.

so he just kinda....hugs you. not too tightly, not enough to break your ribs or anything, just.....wraps his arms around you and squeezes, and lets your head rest where it may, which ends up being in his shoulder as you wet his jacket with tears. and he just keeps his mouth shut until your sniffles start to subside, and you're reduced to a mess of soft whimpers as you clutch at his back and nuzzle yourself into his long hair.

"such a baby." he huffs, trying not to make it obvious that he's rubbing your back. "got all your tears out, crybaby? gonna ask for a milkshake and cuddles, and for me to tuck you in after?"

he's being sarcastic, obviously, if the look on his face when he finally pulls back to see you isn't enough of an indication--but when you look up at him with those big, baby-doe eyes, your lips almost in a pout as you nod your head and ask "can we?", Eddie feels his stomach take a dip.

"I...f-fine, whatever. if it'll shut you up." he mutters, and pushes you along towards the van while tugging a piece of hair in front of his face out of habit. no, he does not like it when you act cute like that, and no, his heart is not fluttering in his chest when he buckles you in and asks you what flavour you want. definitely not.....

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

You and Eddie get into an argument about the girl he's giving guitar lessons too. Angst, misunderstandings and bad communication ensues.

Warnings. Mdni. 18+ only, angst. Miscommunication and misunderstandings. Idiots in love. Jealousy.

💞

You and Eddie had been together for a few months and up until this point you had never had a cross word.

He had been giving some girl guitar lessons, her name was Britney and she was gorgeous, amazingly cool and hilarious.

Tonight you had walked in on them laughing together and looking all cosy. Something in you kinda broke inside, it was ridiculous because you knew Eddie would never cheat, but you still felt your stomach bottom out.

Hearing Eddie gush about Britney and how metal she was and was like a rockstar on the guitar didn't help either.

You weren't proud of it but you were quiet and a little less warmer than you'd usually be and when Britney made excuses to leave, you were left wracked with guilt.

Eddie had rounded on you asking ''Why were you being such a bitch?" and that had made you even more pissed and the argument ensued.

"I'm sorry that walking in on my boyfriend looking so fucking cosy with someone else put me in a bad mood" you bite back at him and Eddie's big brown eyes darken in rage.

"You're being fucking ridiculous right now you know that?" it hurt hearing Eddie say that and you lashed out without thinking about what you were saying.

"Oh so I'm ridiculous because I hate seeing some girl make gooey eyes at my boyfriend, I'm such a bad girlfriend for being a little bit wary" Eddie shakes his head and the temperature in the room turns colder.

"Or it's obvious that you don't fucking trust me. So if you don't trust me then what's the fucking point?" your breath hitches and there's a deep pit of gloom and dread, in your stomach.

"Are you breaking up with me?" you whimper and want to take back everything you said, tell him that of course you trust him but you're so stunned, your heart is breaking.

Without another word you storm out before Eddie can confirm your worst fears.

❤️

Instead of going home you go straight to Nancy's who immediately digs out some ice cream and let's you cry out all the heartache, you both stay up most of the night but end up crashing around 5am.

Nancy is ready up and getting ready for school, you have the worst headache and just want to sleep a little longer so she leaves you to sleep, brings you up some pancakes and freshly squeezed orange juice that Mrs Wheeler kindly made up for you.

In return you help her around the house, trying anything to take your mind of your heartache about Eddie.

When Nancy comes back home she gently explains that Eddie has been calling you and is worried that you haven't answered.

"I think you need to listen to what he has to say honey, he looks a wreck, I think he's driving Mike and the rest of the kids here after Hellfire so if you want to wait"

Nervously you nod and try to calm your anxious mind that Eddie is going to break up with you for good.

By the time that you hear Eddie's van and he's parked outside, you're on tenterhooks. Eddie looks like he's barely slept, his hair is messier than usual and he has the saddest look in his beautiful brown eyes.

That look makes you want to burst into tears there and then. You hate that you're the cause.

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, his voice is rougher than normal, his hands are shaking and you reach out to steady them.

"I'm sorry too Eddie. I was a bitch and rude and of course I trust you, I trust you with my life and I hate that I made you think otherwise" his eyes fill with pain and he swallows.

"I shouldn't have called you a bitch. I've been a mess since you left and I was worried as shit when you weren't answering your phone, Mike told me you stayed here last night with Nance so I knew I would come here as soon as I could"

The tension slowly begins to leave your body and you feel soothed as Eddie pulls you in his arms

"Also Britney has just started dating Gareth, she was learning guitar to impress him and I was teaching her how to play his favourite song."

Fuck. "I'm so sorry Eddie" he softens and kisses your forehead.

"Even if she was interested I don't care. I'm not interested in her. How could you think I'd want her or anyone when I already have the most amazing, beautiful princess"

A warm fluttery feeling pools in your belly and you cuddle into Eddie and peer at him sadly.

"I just got insecure when you talked about how badass Britney was on the guitar and how metal she was" Eddie strokes your cheek and you melt into his touch.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. I didn't realise that was bothering you. Honestly yeah she's metal and pretty badass at the guitar but she's not you. She's not the one I'm head over heels in love with. You are"

"Oh" well shit, you'd definitely fucked up and misread everything. This is the first time Eddie has said I love you. It's a big deal for him, you know that and it is for you too.

"I'd never cheat on you or hurt you princess, I'm so in love with you" Tears roll down your cheeks and you kiss him fiercely.

"I love you too Eddie, I should have tried better at communicating with you" You sigh and cuddle into him, feeling calmer than you have in days.

"We both should learn to communicate better" he corrects you and you nod. It feels like a weight has been lifted of you.

"I really should apologise to Britney too" he hums in agreement.

"She thinks your really cool by the way and she put up with me constantly gushing about you"

Shit. Yeah you definitely have to apologise. In fact you make that your next mission first thing on Monday morning.

For now you were just going to bask in Eddie's love for a little while.

Britney as it turns out is a total sweetheart about the whole thing when you speak to her first thing on Monday and excitedly tells you about her dates with Gareth and how she played him the song Eddie taught her.

Not only do you gain the start of a friendship with Britney but you and Eddie are more in love than ever.

🫶

[yikimiki]

thinking so fucking hard about loser/stoner eren and popular/mean girl reader............ how she'll tease him and bully him at school but when they're fucking its always the opposite way around........ he has such a grip on her and shes so whipped for him that the pent up teasing just comes out during sex and he is just being so mean to her

This is a different au from the other loser eren asks — aiming more towards stoner!eren x popular!reader!! Also this got really long?? It’s a mix of headcanons and drabbles so hold on

warnings: smut, dirty talk, mean dom eren, rough sex, crying, creampie, multiple rounds, spanking, hair pulling, mentions of drugs (weed), degradation, use of “bitch”, “slut”, “whore”, “cocksleeve”, no prep, ass play, size kink, dumbification, mentions of spitting, dubcon (just to be sure)

No but imagine... Eren is this outcast, unbothered type of guy that doesn’t give a fuck about the social hierarchy of college or whatever. For some sick and twisted reason, you are particularly interested in him — there’s something about his baggy clothes, long hair under his cap/beanie and his “fuck everything” attitude that gets you going. But you can’t really show that you’re attracted to a complete loser like him, it would ruin your reputation, so you have to pretend as if you love teasing him, mocking him. Which, like, it’s totally funny.

It works for some time, until you are alone in a room with him. It happens in some weird college party that you almost didn’t go to, when you decide to take a break from dealing with your drunk friends and find shelter in a bedroom somewhere. It takes you some time to find one that it’s not locked or... being used, but eventually you open the door to find Eren, just scrolling through his phone with a blunt hanging from his lips. This time, considering it’s just you and him, you skip the provocations and ask him what he’s doing alone in there, you sit next to him in bed and listen as he complains about some friend that dragged him to that obnoxious party.

“I was just passing some time before I found an excuse to leave,” he says, locking his phone and putting it on the nightstand. The smell of weed is filling the stuffed air, and Eren takes another hit before putting his blunt out. “And what are you doing here? Got tired of ruining everyone’s night and decided to ruin mine?”

“It’s always more fun with you.” You smile, one hand landing on his shoulder. Eren tenses under your touch, bright green eyes trying to see if you’re just making fun of him again. Still, there’s something else burning at the bottom of your irises that he has never seen before, something that makes his stomach clench in anticipation. “Besides… now I have you all to myself.”

“What are you getting at?” He asks, but his voice sounds lower, eyebrows furrowed in doubt. You two are close, so much closer than ever before, and he can feel your gentle breathing on his lips when you lean closer. His heart picks up, and his hands are fighting to touch your body. “If this is some sort of prank, I swear—“

“It’s not a prank,” you whisper, looking down at his lips. Eren swallows dry — it’s funny: even after months of teasing, this is the clearer reaction you’ve ever received from him. “Can I kiss you?”

Eren has never heard you ask for anything — especially from him. It takes him some time to warm up to the idea (and to make sure you’re not just fucking with him again), his cock stirring awake in his baggy pants, before he gives you a curt nod. You smile, leaning in and joining your lips in a heated kiss.

And you swear you have the upper hand for some time. You sit on his lap, run your fingers through his hair and watch as he becomes pudding under your touches — just groaning and sighing against your lips as his rough hands squeeze your ass, making you grind your pussy down against his hard cock until you’re soaking through the fabric. But then something in the air suddenly switches and Eren is turning you around, trapping you beneath his large body as his lips eagerly move down to your neck, hands practically tearing your top open so he can suck on your tits.

You whimper and ask him to slow down, but he’s not really listening at this point — if you’re giving yourself to him, he’s going to make good use of his time. Especially when he thinks you should learn one thing or two about how to properly behave, about not always getting what you want, but what you deserve after teasing him for so long. All those months of pent-up frustration are getting to his head, turning into a power trip as he notices that he’s so much stronger than you, that he can do whatever he wants and you’ll just have to take it. And he’s gonna make sure you’ll take it all.

In no time, you’re completely naked, clothes mindlessly thrown around the room and Eren is looking at your body like he can eat you whole. He asks you to “Turn around,” as he takes off his own clothes, and your surprised at the eagerness in which you follow his command. You don’t know what’s going on with you — all those bitter comments you’d throw at him are now long gone, barely a ghost at the back of your mind when you feel him shuffle closer to you. Eren pulls your hips upwards, presses your face down against the mattress and spanks your ass so hard you swear you see stars.

“Eren!” You cry out, both from pleasure and surprise. “What are you—“

“Shut up.” His hands come down against your ass once more, making you whine. “You never fucking stop talking, such an annoying bitch.” Your skin burns as he lays down more hits against your ass cheeks, your hands helplessly holding onto the bedsheets. “This is what you wanted, uh? Wanted me to snap, to treat you like the needy whore you are.”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter. Your pussy is so aroused that you just feel yourself dripping down your thighs, the coldness of the air making you shiver. You never needed someone as much as you needed him. “Eren, fuck me,” you sob.

His large figure leans over you, one hand yanking your hair back as his face stops next to yours. You can feel his cock — huge, throbbing, heavy — in between your sensitive ass cheeks, and the notion that he’s about to stretch you out so wide makes you whine. “Didn’t fucking listen, why don’t you get some fucking manners and try again?”

“Please, Eren, f-fuck me,” you utter, arching your back against his cock. You never noticed how big and strong he is, but now that he’s towering over you, you have no choice but to feel yourself shrinking beneath him. “Please, please.”

He scoffs. “Needy bitch,” but he releases your hair and pushes your face down against the mattress, using his free hand to align himself with your dripping cunt. “Not so fucking chatty now, are you?” You barely have time to answer before he’s pressing his cockhead against your pussy, your hole fluttering around his length as he continues to push in. Eren is huge, definitely the biggest you’ve ever had, and the lack of prep only makes you feel the stretch even more. “Shit, look at this tight fucking cunt,” he breathes out. His hands are squeezing your ass so hard you just know it’ll be sore in the morning, but you don’t care. “Can’t believe you kept this from me for so fucking long.”

You have half the thought of apologizing, but you can’t do it when he bottoms out. By the time that his cock is fully inside you, you can barely utter out an incomprehensible string of “S-So huge, E-Eren— too much— fuck, so big, I can’t take it, I can’t...” before he’s moving his cock in and out of you.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, spanking your ass once again. The noise is so much louder this time, your moan following it shortly. “Fucking annoyed me for months just because you wanted to milk my cock like a desperate little whore,” he seethes, grabbing your ass forcefully as he drills into your soaking cunt. Eren is going hard and fast, so much so that you feel as if your brain is rattling inside your head, tits bouncing against the mattress as he continues his unforgiving pace. “Always knew you were a slut, I just didn’t know you’d be so fucking— shit — so fucking insufferable.”

“I’m s-sorry,” you whine, tears streaming down your face because of how good it all feels.

He scoffs. “Not yet. But you’ll be sorry.”

And boy how sorry you are. You had no idea that Eren would have that ridiculous amount of stamina, but you don’t even know how many times you’ve cum by the end of the night. Eren fucks you full of his cum again and again, spanking you and pulling your hair every time you misbehave and can’t keep it in like he tells you to — because “you’re such a dumb bitch, can’t even listen when you’re full of cock”.

He makes you cum on his fingers, on his cock, on his tongue, even makes you desperately grind against his thigh to get yourself off just because he likes how dumb you look. He fills every whole he can — spits in your mouth, fucks your throat, fingers your ass as he’s fucking you from the back and promises that next time it’ll be his cock. He’s just so mean, so revengeful of every time you annoyed him that he can’t be nice even if he tried. It’s just too good to have almighty little you turned into a stupid slut for his cock, crying and begging for him to fill you up one more time.

“Listen to me,” he hisses, making you turn your head to look at him. Your eyes are glazed over, barely able to find his with your orgasm building up again. “This is all you’re fucking good for,” he says, and his cock throbs inside you. Eren’s cum is seeping down your thighs, coating his length and making his slide easier as he continues to pound inside your abused cunt. “You’re made to be a cocksleeve, this pussy is made to take my cock. Do you understand?” You agree with a whiny yes. “Gonna stop fucking annoying me now? You can just ask and I’ll fuck you whenever you want, okay?” You nod, only half there, and for the first time that night he calls you “Good girl,” before stuffing you full of his cum again.”

Anyways???? Idk what came over me but yeah. Popular girl reader that is a complete slut for loser eren when theyre fucking. I rest my case.

[luminnara]

Omega Depression || Alpha!Kiribaku x Omega!fem!reader

Hi! Can I request an alpha!Kiribaku x omega!fem!reader where she is strong on the outside, but sensitive on the inside. Then, some asshole alpha comes and insults her saying that she isn't worthy of having alphas and other super mean stuff that makes her go to omega depression. After that, she confines and isolates herself in her room, not allowing her alphas to enter. Days pass, she misses school for like a week, and her alphas are tired of waiting, so they bust the door and find their omega deep in omega depression and starving herself, and they're super worried and try to help her get out of it, cause she could die if not. The rest can be little angst with a fluffy happy ending!

Yo I live for alpha kiribaku, not gonna lie

Warnings: angst, mental health stuff, depression, eating disorder/starvation stuff, abo

Requests are open!

You were always happy with your alphas. Bakugou and Kirishima were the loves of your life, you were sure of it. The three of you got along well, and there was nothing you enjoyed more than spending time with your boys. You kept up with them easily, never having trouble when it came to handling Katsuki’s temper or Eijiro’s enthusiasm. They loved protecting you, too, not that you ever really seemed to need it; you were tough as nails, as far as everyone was concerned. 

You weren’t, though, not really. 

“What a useless little omega.”

The words kept repeating in your head, over and over.

“Two alphas? Yeah, right. You don’t even deserve one, not with an uppity attitude like that.”

They kept echoing, no matter what you tried to do. 

“What a stupid bitch. They should just leave your sorry ass. You aren’t worthy of anyone, much less alphas.”

You curled in on yourself. You felt sick to your stomach. How could someone say that about you? How could a shitty alpha go and ruin your mood, and your day, by saying something so awful?

“I am worthy!” You had argued. “And we’re happy together, so just fuck off.”

“Oh yeah? Then why haven’t they claimed you yet?” His lips had pulled over his teeth in a sick grin. “You know they’re just biding their time, waiting for something better to come along. You’re nothing to them.”

The little spat had been earlier that morning. It was rare that you ever went out alone; usually Eijirou or Katsuki or both of them were stuck to you like glue, but this had been one of those instances when you had absolutely insisted you would be fine. After all, you were just running a couple errands. You weren’t even going very far from campus. What’s the worst that could possibly happen?

Well...this, apparently.

You had rejected the advances of an alpha who had been eyeing you for quite some time. He was annoying and his scent always made you recoil, but you would never, not in a million years, have thought that he could hurt you so deeply.

Why were his words even bothering you so much? You knew your boys liked you. They made sure to constantly cover you in their scents, they happily gave up their shirts for you to tuck into your little bed nest, they held your hands and gave you sweet little kisses...

And yet, he was right. They hadn’t claimed you yet. There were no big bite marks on your neck to show the world that you were taken. Why hadn’t it happened yet? You always thought that maybe they were just nervous, and they wanted to wait for the right time. Maybe they wanted to wait until school was over and they were better established as heroes.

Or maybe they were just playing with you, maybe you were nothing more than their favorite toy for the time being. What if they got tired of you? What if they really were planning on kicking you to the curb? Without a bond mark, nobody would even blink if they cast you aside. It would just be a normal break up, nothing for anybody else to even care about or get involved in.

But your heart was already aching at the thought of it.

You huddled up in your nest, ugly sobs wracking your body as you clutched one of Katsuki’s hoodies to your chest. An undershirt of Eijirou’s was nearby, a few plushies that they had given you tucked in amongst the blankets and pillows. The scents of burnt sugar and cinnamon wafted around you, and as comforting as they usually were, they weren’t helping you now. Nothing was.

You heard your phone vibrate, but you didn’t reach for it. You didn’t care. You were too wrapped up in your own thoughts, absolutely trapped in your head now. You were plagued by those same words as they kept repeating, telling you over and over that you were worthless, useless, nothing.

When you finally managed to glance at your phone, you had missed texts from both your alphas. You replied to them with a couple of half hearted “yeah, I’m fine” -s, then finally slithered out of bed to make sure your door was locked. You didn’t want to face them when they came to bother you.

If they came.

You spent the entire day like that. When you were out of tears to cry, you just grew numb. It was the worst you had ever felt, and while some part of you knew, deep down, that you needed your alphas to come help you, you couldn’t stand the idea of them seeing you like this. How had you managed to grow so afraid? You usually told them everything, but now...now you abhorred the thought.

“Oi!” Katsuki’s rough voice came from the other side of your door, his scent wafting in. “Open up!”

You didn’t answer, curling in on yourself even further instead. 

“Omega!” he called angrily. “Stop ignoring me, dammit!”

“Go away!” you managed to squeeze out, your voice sounding weak and strangled. 

He was silent for a moment, his scent changing. It grew more burnt-smelling as his anger mounted, and as it reached your nose, you felt panic and annoyance spiking in your chest. 

“Omega,” he growled, voice low. You heard the doorknob jiggling as he tried to get in, but you had locked the deadbolt, and unless he unleashed his quirk right there in the dorms, there was no way he was entering your room.

“I said go away!” you yelled. 

On the other side of the door, Katsuki was fuming. The beginning sparks of little explosions were popping around his hands, and if Eijirou wasn’t there to hold his arms down at his sides, there was a good chance he would have done some real damage to the hallway. 

“Katsuki, c’mon.” the larger alpha said. “Let’s just leave her alone for a little.”

“Something’s wrong,” Katsuki pulled back as his partner started trying to drag him away. “She stinks.”

“Yeah, she definitely doesn’t smell happy,” Kirishima paused, frowning. “But...we need to give her the space, if she wants it.”

“Fuck that,” his partner spat. 

“Katsuki....” Eijirou sighed. 

Bakugou’s nostrils flared angrily for a moment, red eyes wild as Kirishima grabbed his arm once again. Someone was trying to drag him away from his omega, from his perfect little mate, and if it had been anyone other than Eijirou, he would have done far worse than simply dig his heels into the floor and growl in protest. Kirishima was right, though; if their omega wanted alone time, they couldn’t just barge in without permission. As much as it hurt both boys, as desperate as they were to get to you and make you feel better, they weren’t total animals. They respected you, and prided themselves on being two big, capable alphas who listened to their omega. 

They returned to their own rooms, expecting to at least hear from you within an hour or two. 

Hours turned to days. 

You texted them a few times, listless, half-assed messages that did little to reassure them. You would send a pathetic I’m fine or a It’s okay here and there, only after they had both blown your phone up for a few hours. It was the only reason they hadn’t tried to tear your door off its hinges; they knew you were alive, at least. But by the third day, Katsuki was beside himself, and even Eijirou was getting upset enough to consider using his quirk to get to you. 

You wished that he would. You didn’t want to face them, but at the same time, the fact that they weren’t tearing the building apart to reach you was making you even sadder. Your sad scent was starting to leech out into the rest of the dorms, and by the end of the fifth day, nobody could stop your alphas. 

“Oy!” Bakugou snarled, his fist thudding against your door. “Open up, omega!”

You didn’t answer, too weak and listless to bother. 

“Babe?” Kirishima asked, his voice strained with the effort of not yelling in panic. 

“We know you’re in there,” Katsuki growled. “Quit avoiding us!”

Still, you didn’t answer. 

Then, you could hear some shuffling, and the door was being torn off its hinges by Kirishima. Bakugou stormed in as soon as the path was clear, his red eyes blazing with anger, his hands balled into fists.

“You’d better show your face right fuckin’ now, or I swear I—“

He fell silent at the sight of you. His eyes widened, his nostrils flaring. Your scent was so strong and so incredibly miserable that a wave of nausea passed through him. He hadn’t expected that it would be so pungent in your room, and as he covered his mouth and nose with his hand, he rushed towards you.

“Baby,” he cooed, vaguely aware of Kirishima behind him, “what the fuck is going on?”

You tried to bury yourself in your nest, trying to burrow away from the world, but a big hand caught you around the middle and pulled you back out. Eijirou manhandled you easily, his eyes wide with concern as he sat on the floor and placed you in his lap.

“You haven’t been eating,” he observed, looking at your tired eyes. “Or sleeping.”

Katsuki was beside himself with worry. He was immediately sitting in front of his boyfriend, caging you in between them as he began looking you over. “What the hell is goin’ on?”

You didn’t want to tell them. Your throat was sore from crying, and you felt stupid for being so upset. So, you did the only logical thing you could think of and buried your face in Kirishima’s broad chest, clinging to his shirt weakly.

“Omega, please,” the big redhead pleaded, leaning his head down to scent you. “Tell us.”

You shook your head.

“We know Somethin’ is wrong, so spit it out!” Katsuki barked.

His voice was harsh, but you felt a warm, gentle hand on your back that could only be his. The familiar touch made you sigh, and after a shuddery breath, the dam finally broke.

“Th-there was an alpha,” you whimpered, voice muffled by Kirishima.

“What the fuck did they do?” Katsuki growled, his voice deep and savage. It sent a chill down your spine and you whined, clinging to Eijirou for dear life.

“Cut it out,” Kirishima snapped, snorting at his boyfriend angrily. “You’re making it worse.”

“I just wanna know what happened!” He grumbled, his hand pressing into your back.

You hiccuped as a little sob wracked your body. “A-an alpha I rejected, h-he told me…he told me that I wasn’t good enough for you.”

The low rumble in Kirishima’s chest was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was threatening and powerful, putting Bakugou’s growl a moment ago to shame. His arms tightened around you, the scent gland on his neck slipping over your hair as he tried to cover up your unhappy omega stink.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Kirishima snarled, uncharacteristically angry.

“Hey.” Bakugou slipped a hand around your waist, prying you away from the other alpha slightly. “Look at me.”

You faced him with teary eyes, and when you tried to shy away, he took your chin in his fingers. 

“We fuckin’ love you. Okay? I don’t say it much. Maybe I should say it more. But it’s true, ‘n no stupid, two-bit, shitty-ass alpha knows anything about the three of us.”

He leaned forward, pushing you back up against Kirishima with his head resting on your shoulder. You finally sighed, surrounded by the scents of your alphas, allowing yourself to relax as the dam broke and your crying started all over again. This time, though, it was freeing, and as your alphas rocked back and forth with you, you felt the dread and the anxiety slowly leaving your stomach. 

“Better?” Eijirou asked after a while. 

“A little.” you said, voice muffled by his tear-stained shirt. 

“Good.” Katsuki said gruffly, pulling you up to stand. “Let’s go get some food in you. Point that shitbag out if you see him...I wanna have a few words.”

[goldenraeofsun]

Day 26: Hum

The hum of the airplane rattles Dean down to his very bones, and his heart is about to jackrabbit out of his chest. With shaking hands, he unscrews the fun size bottle of whiskey he brought from the duty-free store by the gate and swigs back a hearty shot.

It does nothing.

Well, nothing except make his blue-eyed seatmate shoot him a look of alarm. After a beat his neighbor asks tentatively, “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” Dean grunts.

The plane jolts, and Dean whimpers. Jesus Christ, how long does it take to taxi to the runway? The airport’s only so big for crying out loud.

“Are you sure?” his neighbor asks.

Dean nods and takes another swig of alcohol. “I’m fine,” he repeats quickly. “Other than the fact that I’m stuck in a flying metal tube for the next two hours unless it plummets to Earth in a fiery ball of scrap metal before we land.”

His neighbor squints at him. “That is… extremely unlikely.”

Dean just shrugs and takes another swig of his bottle, now pitifully half-empty.

“I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but flying is statistically the safest way to travel.”

“Thanks, Supes,” Dean says bitterly.

“But I know phobias aren’t always rational,” his neighbor acknowledges, “but I would feel remiss if I didn’t mention it.”

The plane’s engines go from a hum to a blood-chilling roar as they take off down the runway.

Dean’s hands fly to the armrest, bearing down with all his strength. “Son of a bitch, why did I ever think this was a good idea?” he mutters to himself. “I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. I shouldn’t even be in this goddamn death trap.”

The plane takes off into the air, and Dean knocks back the rest of his whiskey. Every groan and creak from the cabin gives Dean a mini heart attack. He’s breathing too fast, and the whiskey threatens to come back up several times as they climb farther and farther away from the safety of the ground.

“If people were meant to fly, we would’ve been given fucking wings,” Dean hisses, squeezing his eyes shut. “No, we were meant to stay on planet Earth. Traveling like this is … unnatural.”

“It’s more a matter of aerodynamics than a facet of the supernatural,” his neighbor cuts through his rambling monologue.

Eyes still closed like he can pretend he’s not a thousand feet up in the air, Dean shakes his head. “Not helping.”

“My apologies. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Dean opens his eyes, more than a little surprised at the sincerity written all over his neighbor’s face. “No.”

“Attention passengers, we have reached cruising altitude. You are free to move about the cabin.”

“Thank god.” Dean breathes out heavily through his mouth, but the exhale doesn’t do much to suppress the low thrum of panic still running through his veins. He flexes his fingers, pulling his right arm back from the armrest. “Sorry,” he mutters to his seat neighbor. “Didn’t mean to hog it.”

“Don’t worry about it,” his neighbor says with a warm smile. “You needed it more than I did.”

“Still,” Dean grunts. He cranes his neck. “Where’s the booze cart?”

“Usually they wait a few minutes to let people stretch their legs first,” his neighbor says, “or go to the bathroom.”

“Huh,” Dean leans back in his seat. “You fly often?”

“Not often enough,” he says to Dean’s complete confusion. How could someone want more of this? “I love traveling.”

“I see,” Dean says because he’s not about to tell a complete stranger he’s a Cuckoo’s Nest of Cocoa Puffs.

“It’s not for everyone,” his neighbor says with a slight dip of his head. “But I –” he breaks off as the plane lurches mid-air.

The bottom drops out of Dean’s stomach.

“Attention passengers, we’re hitting a bad bout of turbulence so the captain has turned the fasten seat belt sign on. Please return to your seats.”

Dean’s stomach flies back up into his throat as the plane starts fucking falling, and it’s like Dean’s stuck on a hellish roller coaster made only of death-complying drops. “We’re gonna die,” he moans. 

“I don’t think –”

“The last thing I said to Sammy was, ‘see ya on the other side, bitch’,” he plows on. “I didn’t mean it literally!”

“I really doubt –”

“At least he’ll be alright without his big brother,” Dean babbles, “he’s gonna be a hot shot lawyer, and I’m gonna be a smear on the ground. I hope he knows I’m proud of him.”

“I’m sure he kn –”

“’Cause we’re not going to make it, and I’m never even gonna have a chance at that stupid job I’m not even qualified for. I mean, who the hell would employ a high school dropout with only a GED and a give ��em hell attitude?” he says, his voice rising in pitch. “Nobody, that’s who!”

“That seems un –”

“I mean, do I look like a fucking secretary? Sorry, executive assistant,” he makes a pfft noise with his mouth. “No sir. No siree.” God, he sounds drunk – or like he’s about to cry. “Sammy says I can do it, but, fuck, he’s family. He organized this whole interview; of course he’s gonna say that. He’s always thought I was better than I am. But that’s just how kids view their parent figures, right? I thought the sun shone outta my dad’s ass until he up and left us.”

Alarmed, his neighbor just gapes at him.

The plane shudders and unleashes another torrent of words from Dean’s mouth. His last will and testament – or confession? – before he meets his maker.

“What a goddamn cliche,” Dean rambles, “leaving for a pack of smokes – fucking smokes, can you believe it? – and just never coming back. At least Sammy was a good kid. He practically raised himself after that.”

Something deep in the belly of the plane makes a horrible scraping noise, and this is it. This is the end.

“I did my best though,” he adds fervently, “I helped him with his homework, drove him to dances and SAT classes, made sure all the bills got paid on time so Sammy had a roof over his head, electricity, gas, and running water.”

“Very admirable of you,” his neighbor says faintly.

“I even sweet talked one teacher into writing his college recommendation after Sammy forgot the application deadline. Shit, she was a hard ass, but Sammy loved Mrs. Mosely, so I wasn’t gonna let one mistake set him back. I had to change her oil for free, but it got Sammy into Stanford with a full ride, so I’m not complaining.”

“I think that’s the textbook definition of comp –”

“Attention passengers, we seem to be through the worst of the turbulence, so the captain will turn off the fasten seatbelt sign in a minute. When seated, please keep your seatbelt on and enjoy the rest of the flight.”

Dean snaps his jaw shut, his face heating to a temperature only known to Mount Doom. 

His neighbor opens his mouth to say something, but Dean just shakes his head and turns away to flag down a flight attendant. That booze cart has his goddamn name on it.

Two hours and change later, Sammy meets him at the arrivals gate, smirking. “How was the flight?” he asks as they make their way to the exit.

“Shut up. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Sam chuckles. “That bad?”

“We hit turbulence five minutes in.”

“Damn,” Sam says sympathetically. “But at least Castiel is excited to meet you.”

“Yippee.”

* * *

Sammy drops off Dean at Castiel Novak’s office in some horrible reverse parody of the first day of school. As he gets out of the car, Dean half-expects Sam to hand him a bag lunch and tell him to play nice with the other kids. But Sam just lets him go with a grin and a wave.

Dean gives his name at the welcome desk and gets a visitor’s pass and directions to the fourth floor.

He spends the short elevator ride fiddling with the cuffs of his blazer and adjusting his tie.

All too soon, the doors open, and Dean steps out only to stop dead in his tracks.

“Hello, Dean,” says his seatmate from his flight-from-hell. He takes a step closer and holds out his hand. “I don’t believe we ever traded formal introductions. I’m Castiel Novak.”

For the second time in two days, the bottom drops out of Dean’s stomach.

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