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ace-turned-confused · 2 months ago

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sickening desire

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pairing: stepdad!joel miller x f!reader summary: you and your stepdad don't have much in common, but you always try to keep things friendly. back home for college break, he's not making it very easy. word count: 2,7k warnings: 18+ only, reader is able-bodied & wears a skirt, big ol' age gap (reader is nineteen), food mention, joel is big & beefy, stepcest, cheating, fucked morals all round, pet names, joel's a disgusting dirty perv (i'm so serious), smut, grinding, mentions of m & f masturbation, unprotected p in v, cockwarming, 1 spank, creampie, dirty talk, sprinkle of daddy kink, praise kink, panty kink a/n: written for @beefrobeefcal's MARRIED JOEL SITS ON YOU prompt - i got to witness the birth of this on discord, and thought how can i make this cute idea deranged instead, so here we are. idk how all this happened. this is stepcest, you have been warned. if it's not your thing then pls scroll on, no hard feelings in here <3 not beta'd

After weeks of phone calls, texts and endless hounding from your mother, you caved and decided to come home for your college break. She was missing you like crazy, and apparently you had aunts and cousins who were just dying to see you after so long, no doubt ready to bombard you with questions about the life of a college girl as if you were the first of the kind.

So, you came home to your mom and her new-ish husband, Joel Miller. You can count the number of times you’ve met him on one hand, one of those occasions being their wedding. You’re not sure how they make it work, but then opposites do attract…

Marriage has been good to Joel, his mental health and financial stability have improved, and overall he seems a happier person — not that you could tell from looking at him, with a permanent scowl etched on his face. The only ‘drawback’ seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline — his jeans now too tight around his thighs, the seams visibly strained, and his tummy poking out past his belt. They no doubt add to his eternal pissed-off facade, but he’s far too stubborn to admit he needs to buy new ones.

Your mom reminds him, often, how much he’s filled out in recent times, and judging by the bitterness in her voice, she clearly doesn’t approve. You’re not sure why she disapproves, but you’d never admit that.

From what you know, he’s neither an overly good nor a bad guy, he’s just… Joel, and the two of you have nothing to talk about, so you keep your distance out of courtesy. At least, you try to.

Since you’ve been home, you’ve caught him staring a few times but pin it down to aged eyesight. Most days he greets you in the kitchen with a husky ‘mornin’ sweetpea’, and makes a point of brushing up against you, half hard and warm in his threadbare sweatpants. He’ll place a hand on the small of your back when he stands beside you, pinky wandering down to toy with your waistband.

You cover up the way your breath catches and stop yourself from clenching your legs together every time — either he doesn’t have a grasp on personal space, or he’s doing this on purpose. The way he watches you move around once he’s sat down says all you need to know. You try not to think about it.

You’re flicking between channels one night when the front door clicks open, the heavy stomp of workboots echoing down the passage and into the room. Joel waltzes in, dumping his keys and without a word, sits directly onto you.

“What the fuck?”

“This is my chair, sweetpea. Not my fault you’re in it.”

You try pushing him off you, a losing battle with the extra kilos he’s put on since tying the knot with your mom. He mumbles something to you, his words lost underneath the TV and your strained grunting.

“What?” You huff at him, growing more and more agitated.

“I asked, you gettin’ off on this like you did sittin’ on my lap?”

Your mind swirls as you try to pinpoint what he means. It’s just when you’re about to give him lip and ask him what the fuck he’s on about, that you remember — and suddenly you wish the world would just swallow you whole.

During Sunday’s roast lunch, you were surrounded by extended family, filling in the blanks and avoiding the painfully personal questions; Joel spent the day with his standard disgruntled look and your mom was overzealous in her storytelling — everything and everyone just how you remembered.

Everyone broke off into smaller bubbles after lunch, and you stared at Joel as he unbuckled his belt and slumped back on your aunt’s couch — he stared right back at you, head cocked to one side as he weaselled his way into your mind with just a slight smirk and a wink, large hand resting teasingly over his crotch. You left the room, intentionally distancing yourself from him the rest of the day.

It was late afternoon by the time you begrudgingly hugged each family member goodbye and settled in the backseat next to Joel, some extras tagging along for the free ride back to your neighbourhood. With your headphones in and all other passengers occupied, you tried to nap the rest of the way home and regenerate the energy siphoned from you throughout the day. You had no complaints, up until now.

You sat up when your mom stopped off at a different house with just over half the trip still to go. Her heart of gold meant she’d offered a lift home to too many people for her one car, so being the youngest, she suggested you just squash up or sit on someone's lap… Which is fine when you’re nine, not nineteen.

And not just anyone offered up a place, no, Joel lifted his hand in the air and said you could sit on him — with no other way to get home, you pinched your eyes and cringed, but did it anyway. You were fine for the first 15 or so minutes until the road became uneven, and you realised just how fucked this whole thing was — when you first sat down on Joel, he wasn’t hard. You took a breath to try to steady yourself without drawing extra attention.

It was just a… natural response? God, that doesn’t make it any better.

You shifted forward, tried to reposition your weight over his legs and knees and told him you were just getting stiff — wrong fucking choice of words as you became even warmer than before.

Your mom stopped off to refuel along the way, everyone climbing out of the car to stretch, and you made a beeline for the bathroom, splashing yourself with water to cool down.

Joel watched as you came back to the car and you tried not to stare when you saw he was fully hard in his jeans; you felt mortified when you saw the damp patch you’d left on the fabric.

Back on Joel’s lap for the rest of the trip, everyone else was asleep with your mom still driving, radio turned up and blissfully unaware. You’d be able to forget about this, lock the memory away and move on if you hadn’t been so fucking turned on.

What’s worse, you making your stepdad hard, or him making you wet?

Joel snuck his hands onto your hips and you tensed, caught off guard by his touch.

“Keep ya steady,” he muttered, fingers digging into your skin.

Holding onto the seat in front for balance, he felt you were trying to lift your weight off him. He tightened his grip on you, slowly pulling you down onto him completely. There was no going back — he was fully hard by now, so he may as well get the most from this.

He pulled you to lean into his chest, his voice quiet in your ear, “S’alright sweetpea, almost there.”

Your head was turned to watch your mom the whole time, and Joel should have cared, but he just couldn’t, not when you were all warm and sweet on top of him. You stayed taut the entire trip home, Joel’s hands on your hips and bulge pressed deliciously against your core. He shifted you atop him every so often, and you desperately wanted to hate how good it felt.

When you finally arrived home, you clambered out of the car and left everyone to fend for themselves, darting for your room. You were about to close the door when you caught Joel staring again, the front of his jeans damp and darkened from where you were perched. You unpacked your clothes, sorted out your washing, and even took a shower but the incessant ache was still there. You finally gave in and shoved your hand between your legs.

A loud advert plays on the TV and brings you back into reality, Joel still firmly on top of you.

“Don’t act all fuckin’ innocent on me now, I know those panties of yours were gettin’ all wet with you grindin’ down on me like that.”

“I wasn’t—”

“You were real quick to run off to your room that night, you had to stick your fingers up in that cunt of yours to get yourself off?”

“Fuck you, Joel.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’d love to. I know you dream of gettin’ fucked real good by your daddy, huh?” He twists to look at you, the motion pushing more of his weight onto you. “No point in arguin’ with me, I heard you that night… I’ve heard you on a lot of nights since you been home, always callin’ out for me.”

You don’t talk back as you keep pushing to get him off of you — he has enough leverage just from hearing you at night, he doesn’t also need to know that you are enjoying having his weight on you like this, unable to fight back or do anything about it.

“Now you got nothin’ to say?” He lifts himself slightly and gestures for you to get up, grabbing your wrist before you can walk away. “Did I say I was done talkin’?”

He faces you towards the TV, standing you between his now spread legs. Skating his hands up the back of your legs, goosebumps rise on your skin as he moves higher and higher, lifting the hem of your skirt as he goes. He kneads the swell of your ass, sliding his thumbs under the edge of your panties.

“These the ones you had on that day?”

“Huh?”

“Barely touched you and you already can’t think straight. Are these the panties you had on when you sat on my lap?”

“Uh, no? I don’t know, Joel.”

He pulls your panties up to expose more of your skin, smacking a hand down on the side of your ass. You jolt forward at the impact, a fresh wave of arousal seeping out between your folds.

“‘S a real shame, I bet they were soaked right through, huh? Soakin’ ‘em right now, the way you’re droolin’ for me. You wanna know somethin’, sweetpea?” You don’t bother answering, lost in the feeling of finally having his hands on you. “Never used to enjoy doin’ laundry before you came to visit, but now… Well, now I get to see all the pretty panties you have. And I always know when you’ve been thinkin’ of me, they get extra dirty.”

He reaches up to grip your hip, his other hand twisting to push in between your legs. Your hips jerk as he traces his fingers along your damp panties, pushing up into you against the fabric.

“Seems like you actually were gettin’ off on havin’ me on top of you…” You crane your neck at the clink of his belt buckle and watch as he drags his zipper down. He stares up at you the whole time. “But now you’re gonna sit on me again.”

Pulling you backwards by your waist, he keeps your skirt lifted and hooks a finger into the gusset of your panties, tugging them aside. He runs his fingers through your folds, already sticky with need. You clench your legs when he pulls away again, and he sighs, frantic and satisfied; turning around again you see he’s taken his cock in his hand, thick and hard, coating himself in your slick.

He guides you down onto him and a gasp slips from you as he drags the head of his cock through you to line himself up. Your gasps turn to a strangled moan as he pulls you to sit, sheathing himself completely — it’s a delicious stretch without any prep, and again you find yourself wishing you could hate this, hate him for doing this.

He lets your skirt drop down again as you settle on his lap, and picks up the TV remote with one hand, the other a vice grip on your waist. He flips through the channels, ignoring the fact you’re sitting firmly on him.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like? We’re watchin’ TV, sweetpea. And you’re gonna be a good girl for me and sit still. With all the starin’ and whinin’ you do, this was only a matter of time.”

“And all the staring you do?”

“As if you don’t fuckin’ love it.” You clench around him at his words and he sniggers at you. “You’re real tight, sweetheart. Now sit still.”

You’re not sure how long you sit like this — Joel staring deadpan at the TV with his hands wrapped around your waist, and you aching for relief as you hold back from squirming on top of him. The initial sting has subsided, replaced now with a steady and simmering burn as you leak around him.

Your breathing deepens as you fight with yourself — do stay composed and try to win, or give in and let Joel make you feel good?

“Won’t lie, sweetpea, I’m impressed. Didn’t think you had it in you.” His low voice draws you from your inner conflict. “‘Specially now that you got me in you.”

You can practically hear the shit-eating grin on his face, and he punctuates himself with a lift of his hips, rolling you on him. Fuck it, just give in. Whimpering as he repeats the motion over and over, it’s the most he’s done the entire night.

“You wanna know somethin’ else?” He keeps grinding your hips against him, the stretch of his cock and the strain of your panties against your clit bringing you closer and closer. “Dunno if you’ve ever noticed your panties go missing? S’cause I took ‘em, sweetpea. I take your pretty panties and I use ‘em to jerk off, dirty or clean, doesn’t matter to me, s’long as they’re yours. I smell ‘em, I wrap ‘em around my cock, I picture you wearin’ ‘em when I come all over ‘em.”

At some point in his rambling, he’d snaked a hand around to your front and under your skirt, and shoved his fingers in your panties to circle your clit. Just like a lot of things lately, you’re trying to hate how much you love it.

“That’s it sweetpea, come all over your daddy.”

Your legs tense, trapping his hand as he works you through your high, murmuring praises in your ear as you writhe on top of him — unfortunately for you, it’s the hardest you’ve ever come. He doesn’t give you time to think, wrapping his arms around you to lift you up and bundling your arms behind your back.

“Stay there, ‘m not done with you.”

Steadying yourself by leaning on his jean-covered thighs, he starts pistoning up into you, over and over as he uses you for his own high. Squeezing your hips, he pulls you down to match his thrusts, the room filled with his grunting and your whining and the obscene squelch from between your legs each time he fills you. It’s not long before he starts shuddering underneath you, pulling you down hard as he spills into you with a groan.

He holds you, almost affectionately in his arms as he relaxes, warm breath being puffed into your neck as he nuzzles against you and his hands smoothing over your clothes. Turning to look at him, his lips are just parted and his pupils are blown wide. You try to discern the emotion behind his eyes, surging forward to press your lips to his instead, afraid of what the truth might be.

It’s soft, it’s sweet, it’s almost pure, the way he kisses you back, the hairs of his beard and moustache prickling your skin as a hand comes up to cradle your face, the other still held around your waist. You pull back from him, and he has that usual deviant glint in his eyes when he opens them again.

He stands you in front of him, just like you were before this, and he pulls your panties back over your core. He waits and watches as his spend starts oozing out of you and gets absorbed into the already damp cotton.

“Definitely gonna make good use of these ones, sweetpea.” He winks as he stands up, tucking his softening cock back into his jeans, still sticky from both you and himself. “Next time you can wear ‘em, just like I told you.”

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wannaeatramyeon · 26 days ago

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Being Goo Kim's Secret Friend: Gitae Kim

2.2k. G/N. Gitae Kim x reader. Reader is morally grey. Gets spicy (Prequel-ish: An Introduction) Other Masterlists

“So, let me get this straight."

"Mm." Goo hums, meaning go ahead.

"You're paying me to babysit?"

"Man-sit," he interjects.

"Whatever." You flap your hand, "but I am looking after this person, correct?"

"Yes my little sweetpea." Goo rests his head on your shoulder, so close you could count his eyelashes and see the way his pupils dilate. "It's my secret friend's first time back in Seoul after being away. It'll be good for you to show him around."

"...I'm charging my usual rate."

"Sure-"

"And you're covering our expenses."

He rolls his eyes, "Ugh, fine."

Gitae Kim, from what you have managed to find out, is patricidal and a powerful man with unsavoury dealings.

"Play nice," was Goo's parting advice when you came to him with your concerns.

"Play nice?!" You say, voice shrill. Goo grins.

"Fuck you, my rate just tripled."

The grin drops and is replaced by a scowl.

"I thought we could try this place. It serves the best yukhoe." You gaze over to Gitae sitting in the passenger seat as you navigate the roads, checking if there's any response.

Nothing.

"Raw beef tartare." You explain, "I've heard you can be bloodthirsty."

His eyes flicker to you and you give him your most charming smile.

Head resting in your palm and elbow on the table, you observe him.

You find his table manners leaves a lot to be desired and watching him has put you off your own meal.

He eats like a beast but if the ferocity that he attacks his food is anything to go by, you're right on the money with guessing his taste.

"Let's get you another drink," you murmur, signalling for the staff. "Goo will kill me if you choke to death and I'm not practised with the heimlich."

"That was good, right?" You ask, striding alongside and trying to match Gitae step for step as he ignores you.

"I think you enjoyed it. Or you look like you did. I'm not really a fan of raw anything to be honest but gotta be a good host." You direct a smile his way and he hasn't even glanced over at you. You shrug it off and continue to ramble. "I'm still pretty hungry. There's a really good bubble tea place round here and they have a limited edition drink I want to get-"

"No," Gitae cuts in rudely.

"It won't take five minutes."

"No." He repeats, indicating there's no room for argument.

"Aww, cmon," you pout and he once again continues to ignore you. You consider going anyway, with or without Gitae.

Goo, face scrunched up in anger and shrieking obscenities, pops into your mind's eye when you imagine telling him that you might have lost his secret friend because you wanted a bubble tea.

"Fine," you grumble and throw Gitae a dirty look.

Gapryong's eldest is a man of few words and it only adds to his intimidating and menacing aura.

You've seen his list of achievements and he is not someone you want as an enemy. But when someone is this difficult, your default is to try and see what response you can get out of them.

"You know they have vapes now," you signal at the pipe hanging from his belt as you continue to walk next to him.

"Do you smoke?" you ask, and expectedly, he doesn't respond,

"No? I guess it's cool you're committing to it for aesthetic reasons." Then dammit, you wonder what has gotten into you. Maybe it's hanging out with Goo too much because you can't help but add, "Even if it makes you a bit... y'know."

He slows, looking over at you at the same time that you pull a face. Indicating clearly you meant 'cringe' even if you didn't say it aloud.

"You do you though," you say, giving him a thumbs up.

He looks at you for a beat longer, head tilted and eyes narrowed, before continuing on his way with you scurrying to catch up.

By the end of the first week, Gitae has responded to exactly three things that you've said.

The second week, he's still mostly silent but he actually looks at you sometimes when you talk.

The third week, he calls you by your name when he demands your attention and you're surprised that he even knows who you are.

And the fourth - you manage to make him laugh.

Ok, maybe laugh is a bit generous, but he exhales harder than usual and you're sure he's at least amused.

GItae thinks you're strange.

You run your mouth like you don't know who you're talking to, though you anticipate his needs and preferences like you've been studying him for most of your life.

You're this side of irritating, but not irritating enough that he wants to kill you.

And, the few times he tunes in to your comments, he admits that he finds you quite entertaining.

No-one has spoken to him like you do in a long time. There's a refreshing honesty to your words, and he's also confident that you're not going to stab him in the back at any second to wrest control of his cartel territory, which is also a welcome change from his usual company

It means that he can relax around you, or relax as much as someone like him can..

All in all, progress. Gitae finds himself trusting you like you're his second-in-command.

"What do you do for fun?" You ask. Gitae doesn't respond.

Right, you think, back to ignoring me.

You roll your eyes and start to ramble about this and that. You tell him that you're chronically online, giving a wry smile, and say it's a general side effect of your job but at least it's interesting to know the ins and outs of a few things.

Really though, maybe you should consider taking up some exercise to get fit or even as a form of self defence with your line of work and the people you come into contact with (you give Gitae a side eye at this) but it's kinda hard to find the time and-

"I can teach you," comes Gitae's low voice.

"What?"

"I can teach you," he repeats and your mouth drops open in shock.

Ok, as far as bad ideas go, this is a terrible one.

First, Gitae is huge. There is no chance you could even win in a spar or anything against him. You doubt even bullets would be able to penetrate that muscle.

Second, there is a lot of close contact and even more touching.

You aim a punch with all your might at him, any part of him. He deflects without effort, capturing your fist in his palm and he pulls you to his body. Chest against your back, wrapping his arms around you and pinning your own to your side as you try to wriggle out of his grasp.

He leans down to murmur into your ear. "You're very weak." You can feel his voice rumbling through his chest. "But you're very fun."

Your eyes snap to his at his words.

He's grinning, for the first time you've been with him. Eyes crazed and pupils blown, breath hot on your skin.

"Thanks!" You dip your head just before throwing it back sharply, connecting to Gitae's nose with a loud crack.

Gitae's nose isn't broken though it is bruised.

You apologise profusely and he tells you you have nothing to apologise for.

"It's a great hit."

You halt in your apologies, peering up at him through your lashes with a smug smirk, "I know."

Your response plays on his mind.

The lift of your lips, the sharpness of your smile, the confidence in your eyes, that half-lidded gaze.

"I know."

Gitae sees you in a new light.

He has enough of an understanding of Goo Kim to know that he's selective with his secret friends, and you have talked enough that Gitae also understands you play the role of brain rather than brawn.

Though he did not expect such viciousness to hide under your veneer, or you to be capable of such an underhanded move.

He's impressed.

"Why do all these shows make Mexico so blue?" You ask, watching a scene unfold on your phone. "Is it actually?"

You hold out the device to Gitae, some drama show playing and Mexico is indeed blue tinged.

"No."

"Hmm. It'll be cool to see for myself." You murmur, pulling your phone back.

Gitae pauses. The idea of you in his territory is very appealing. He can demonstrate to you exactly the kind of man he is, the power he wields. He can relish the impressed (or horrified) look on your face.

"I can show you," he says and you beam at the offer.

"Deal!"

“How many people have you killed with this?” you flex your hands, signalling ‘gimme’ and Gitae passes over his axe.

“Too many to count.”

“Cool,” you say nonchalantly, testing your grip. Gitae gives you a strange look.

“I gather intel, remember. That’s my thing,” you say, swinging the axe experimentally a few times and appreciating the heft behind it.

The meaning is clear: I know all your secrets and Gitae, to his surprise, feels some respite at this fact.

"Fuck," you squirm to no avail, trapped underneath Gitae as he looks down at you lazily, inches from your face.

Your wrists are pinned above your head, held in place by his grip as his other hand rests, light but threatening, on your throat.

You have had a few other training sessions since the first one, and the way they had gone was all pure luck. You had managed to gain the upperhand by complete fluke.

This time you feel completely stuck. Movement completely restricted. Gitae straddles your hips and you’re left unable to escape. You have no way to get close and cause any damage.

"Looks like you lose," he says.

You buck your hips, trying to throw him off but the weight and strength difference is too vast. He barely moves even with all your effort and you’re left more dishevelled than before. Shirt riding up and hair in your eyes and mouth.

“Fuck,” you groan again, elongating the word and pouting.

You peer up at Gitae and find his eyes flicking between your jutted out bottom lip and your sliver of skin on show.

An idea pops into your head. It may be your worst one yet.

Throwing caution to the wind, you tilt your head up in one swift movement and kiss Gitae full on the mouth. You make contact harder than anticipated, almost clashing your teeth painfully together but adjusting the angle just in time.

His body stills when he realises what you’re doing.

“Why-” he asks, pulling away, and you take advantage of the distance to nip at his bottom lip and reel him back in.

Gitae’s thoughts are cut off.

You bite down roughly, feel your sharp canines punctuating skin.

Blood bursts onto your tongue and he lets out a guttural groan, eyes boring into yours and darkened with lust.

His other hand releases your wrist, caressing over your body, slipping down until it reaches your bare exposed skin. He slides his palm under your top, long, thick fingers splaying over your ribs.

With your hands now free, you continue kissing him, mingling spit and saliva and bursts of metallic tang.

You squirm and this time, Gitae gives in to what you want; rearranging his position without breaking contact. Tongue delving into your mouth. Tasting you as you wrap your legs around his hips.

Taking advantage of the situation, you hug your arms around his neck and use your body as leverage to flip him over. Straddling him as his hardness grinds into you and his hands circle your waist to press your body close.

You can feel exactly how turned on he is, how much he wants you. And god, you’re just as fucking horny. You want him just as badly, except now you’ve managed to climb on top, the whole point of this came rushing back. You absolutely hate yourself for stopping this but-

It’s the principle.

“You know,” you murmur into his mouth, then pushing up off his chest to sit up, “I think I’ve won. Again”

Gitae frowns at the sudden loss of contact, “What?”

“I’ve won. Pretend this is a knife,” you smirk, holding your hand against his throat, in an almost-mirror image of your previous position. “I would have killed you.”

Gitae’s eyes widened in surprise, “You did this… to win?”

“Yep!”

“I didn’t expect you to play so dirty.” He says, grinning maniacally as the pieces click into place and he finds himself completely captivated.

“I play as dirty as I need to,” you tell him, tongue swiping out to lick the remnants of his blood from your lips before dipping your head down to kiss him and continue where you left off.

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satorusugurugurl · 2 months ago

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heya! I have a req - imagine Gojo tears up when yn kisses his forehead. he’s never felt so vulnerable 🫠

take care :)

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Summary: After a long day of being Gojo Satoru— the strongest sorcerer of the modern age, your boyfriend gets to come home to your loving embrace.

Characters: Gojo Satoru x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: sweet flufffy goodness, mentions of sleep deprivation, stress, overworking, but overall it’s really sweet!

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: Nonnie thank you for your request! I had so much fun writing this, Gojo deserves so much better! 💚💚💚

It was late, two thirty in the morning, to be exact, when the door to the bedroom finally creaked open. You stirred, wincing at the stiffness in your neck as you sat up, the book you read lying against your chest. But your neck didn't matter, not when Satoru was wincing as he slipped his shirt off and placed it in the hamper. His blindfold hand was loosely wrapped around his neck, giving you a perfect view of his dark circles.

“Toru?” You hesitantly asked, drawing his attention towards the bed.

Though you could see the exhaustion in his eyes, he smiled a little on the side but still smiled for you. “Hey, Sweetpea, I didn't wake you, did I?” He walked towards the edge of the bed, kissing your cheek.

“No, I had a stiff neck, so that woke me up.”

Cerulean eyes darted towards the book that was still resting on your chest. “I told you you didn’t have to wait up for me. Just because I had to work late doesn’t mean you have to deprive yourself of sleep.” Even when he was talking, you could hear the exhaustion in his voice.

Being the strongest sorcerer of the modern age was a curse in itself. Satoru was constantly on the move. Whether yanked away for missions or meetings with the higher-ups, he rarely had a break. Time for himself was a rarity. You hated seeing him so drained. Even if you confronted him about it, he would deny it. Putting on some arrogant, cocky attitude that he was the strongest and handling some extra meetings or taking on a few more missions wasn’t going to hurt him.

Your boyfriend could put on that kind of act for himself, his students, or even the higher-ups themselves. You knew he was tired, though. He could deny your accusations all he wanted. You, however, were fortunate enough to know him better than he knew himself. That facade was see-through when it came to you looking at him.

You wanted to tell him it was okay to be tired and set some time aside for himself. Deep down, you knew if you were to bring that up, Gojo would try to ensure you that everything was peachy. So, given the circumstances, you did the one thing you were able to do.

You would support him, be there for him when he needed to vent, and help him out as much as you could or as much as he would allow you to do.

“I was just reading; my book got really good. I just dozed off.”

“Mmm, you should put the book down and get some sleep.” Long ivory fingers caressed your cheek. “I don’t want you having a crooked neck because you were up reading your smut.”

“Leave my books out of this~” Satoru snickered, rolling his eyes as he pulled back, unbuckling his belt. “Go take a shower, then get your ass in bed.”

Satoru gave you a dorky salute as he headed into the bathroom, removing the rest of his clothing as he walked. You knew he was exhausted from the shower he took. Enough to wash the white tufts of hair and wash his body thoroughly. When he finished his shower, his mind was fuzzy with sleep deprivation. Finishing getting ready for bed was a blur, but he found himself climbing the sheets next to you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he rested his head against your breasts.

Your warmth and the smell of you relaxed every muscle in his body as he rested his body weight against you. Satoru was so tired. He needed to think about going on vacation sometime soon. Getting away from the bustling life he was living sounded like a dream. One where you would join him, and the two of you would stay in bed, talking, watching movies, and enjoying each other‘s company for hours.

Thoughts of that had him snuggling his face further into your soft breasts. You could see the dark circles under his eyes from where you were propped up. Your poor boyfriend was being tugged in every way possible, which would take a toll on anybody. Just because he was the strongest didn’t mean everyone had a right to take advantage of him and use him as a weapon.

Gojo Satoru was human, and he deserved some praise and recognition. Normally, he provided that recognition for himself, occasionally giving himself a literal pat on the back. But it was nice to hear it from someone else, too. He deserved the world—nothing but happiness.

Sensing your body's tension, Satoru turned his head to look up at you. As he did, his soft white bangs moved with each turn of his head. You reached out, brushing some strands away, only stopping to push them back as if he were wearing his blindfold. His eyes glanced to where your hand was pushing up his hair, cerulean eyes almost crossing to get a glimpse.

No words needed to be said. You gave him the faintest smile before pressing your lips against his forehead. As your lips pulled away his skin, you could feel the tension in his body; fearing you may have crossed the line, you quickly pulled back, looking down at your chest with tears staining the thin fabric of your top.

“Toru?” Your voice was soft as if your words themselves would shatter him.

“W-What was that?”

“A forehead. a kiss, a little token of my appreciation for all your hard work.” You weren’t sure what to expect—maybe a thank you or a smile in return. What you met with instead was tears in his eyes. Tears that made the blue of his Iris stand out even more.”Toru! Baby, what’s the matter?”

“I just—that was different.”

Growing up as the strongest and as an only child had been rough. It didn’t matter that he was filthy rich. The staff at the house was constantly on him. His parents rarely came to see him or talk to him. Gojo was alone most of the time, and he found many of his favorite memories from that time when he snuck out of the estate and went exploring Tokyo, being held like this and having kisses planted against his forehead with something he had never experienced with anyone, even his mother.

And he liked it. Scratch that he loved it. Being able to rest in your arms to have you petting his head, and playing with his hair always had him relaxing. This was how he liked to spend his rare moments at home with you. To be in your arms, to have your fingers running through his soft hair, and to have your lips pressing against his forehead made everything he did worth it. He put so much time and effort into helping the next generation of sorcerers, trying to make this world a place he wanted to live in. The hours of the hard work he put in was worth it.

At the end of the day, he got to come home to you.

You were one of the only people who treated him like a human being rather than some tool to be used. So, after a long day of being pulled around, told what to do, and scolded, this was precisely what he needed. Gojo’s mind, body, and soul knew that, and they all worked against him and caused tears to well up in his eyes to make him feel vulnerable. Thiswas a feeling he somewhat liked as long as it was with you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. I hope I didn’t insult you or make you uncomfortable.”

“No, I like it. I like it a lot, Sweetheart.” He slowly shut his eyes, his full white eyelashes resting against his cheek as he exhaled through his nose. “Could you do it again?”

Hearing him a king for you to kiss his forehead again had your heart swelling with a certain pride as you hummed happily, pressing your lips against his forehead while your nails gently scratched at his scalp. “Thank you for all of your hard work, Toru.” Your voice was angelic, easing Satoru further into the mattress as his body relaxed more, his mind slowly turning off. “Thank you for everything you do.” He hummed softly in response as he slowly began drifting to sleep, tears welling at the corners of his eyes before slowly streaming down his cheek.

Seeing the tears slowly sliding down his slightly flushed cheek had you abandoning one of your hands on the top of his head, your thumb quickly brushing the stray away. Once you were sure that the tears would stop flowing, your hands slowly drifted back up to the top of his head, continuing to scratch lazily at it as you shut your eyes, yawning, as Satoru hugged you tight, wrapping his arms around you not letting you out of his grasp. It was such a comforting and warm hug that left you feeling safe even when he fell asleep. Your nerves melted like snow on a spring day.

“I love you so much,” Satoru mumbled against your chest. Any other thoughts failed to reach his mouth; he began to breathe much deeper, falling into REM sleep.

But he didn’t have to say anything else. You simply priced one last very long kiss against the center of his forehead. When you finally managed to pull away, you found yourself cradling his head to your chest, allowing him to listen to your heartbeat because he fell asleep.

“I love you too, Toru.”

Yeah, all of his hard work was definitely worth coming home to this.

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hyperdramas · 27 days ago

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shirt | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warning: non-idol au, domestic fluff, boyfriend!seokmin, lots of kissing, some lighthearted teasing (from seokmin), seokmin showers reader with compliments, petnames ("baby", "sweetpea", "darling), laying your head on seokmin's chest, so much fluff oh my god

now playing: get up, new jeans

word count: 931

Comfy and cozy in your boyfriend's oversized t-shirt and fuzzy socks, you enter the bedroom with a damp towel and wet hair. Seokmin looks up from his book as he locks eyes with your figure, melting at the blob that is your body engulfed in his oversized shirt.

"Is that my shirt, baby?" Seokmin perks up, wavy hair flopping like a puppy's ears as he gives you wide, sparkly brown eyes. He shoots up in bed, back straight and book thrown off to the side as he reaches out to you. You nod, smiling widely as you fling yourself into his arms.

"Yeah, I found it in my dresser before you came upstairs." You hold out your arms, currently draped in the big t-shirt that belongs to Seokmin. He chuckles, fingertips grazing your warm skin as he tugs at the oversized sleeves.

"You look so cute in it. So pretty and warm, baby," Seokmin whispers, pecking the shell of your ear with his soft lips, It makes you want to giggle like a schoolgirl, the way he's piling sweet compliments on top of you.

His arms bring you closer to his chest, and you play with the hem of his shirt for a while as he checks his phone. Seokmin's not looking down, which gives you an opportunity to admire your boyfriend's muscled arms and firm chest. You feel yourself sinking deeper into Seokmin's warmth, and you almost end up falling asleep before he puts his phone down with a sigh.

"Hey, is something wrong?" You ask, sitting up quickly to take Seokmin's cheek in yours as you rub it with your thumb. He shakes his head, lips pursed together as he gives you a tight smile.

"No, no, sweetpea. Just a reminder from a coworker, that's all. Let's talk about something fun, baby—I'm tired of thinking about work." Seokmin snuggles in deeper into the warm king-sized bed, pulling you with him as his thighs flex under you.

"What do you want to talk about?" You ask, and Seokmin hums, obviously deep in thought. You stare at him, pretty eyelashes and delicate beauty marks decorating where they've always been.

"How was your day, baby? I feel like I haven't asked you yet." Seokmin always asked you how your day went, whether it was over dinner, your arrival home, or nights like these—where you'd lay on Seokmin's lap and elaborate on whatever cane to mind.

"It was pretty good—I got a lot done, and I'm glad to be home with you." Smiling, you can't help but put a hand on Seokmin's neck as you press a kiss to his jawline and then his lips.

His eyelashes flutter shut as your shadow covers on him, and once you pull away he opens them again, brown eyes so full with love and adoration towards you, it made your heart soft. Seokmin smiles at your words, cheekbones raising with his warm smile as he nods.

"I'm glad to be home with you too. I missed you. I always miss you, but I missed you a bunch tonight." Seokmin admitted that he could be clingy at times, but that was your favorite thing about him, and you could admit you loved coming home to your boyfriend's big arms, sweet hugs, and warm yet mellow personality.

Seokmin stared at you with such intent and adoration in his eyes that he couldn't help but bring a kiss to your lips again, and he hummed with the sound of his beating heart that sped up every time you moved.

You found it adorable, the way that Seokmin's heart still sped up every time you got close—it made you feel like you had just started dating him all over again, in that sweet yet awkward stage that you loved the most when getting to know him.

"You look so cute in that shirt." Seokmin compliments you again, and you start to become flustered, laughing as you thank him again. He sits up, and you crawl off of him, sitting beside him as you smile. "You've said that about ten times in the past thirty minutes, Minnie."

"You're so pretty, though, sweetpea. I've been so blessed to have you to be mine. So pretty, and so humble about it—my sweet darling." He was feeling himself now, smiling at you deviously as he lowered his gaze to your lips: you were stuck in panic mode, still not used to this side of Seokmin—the flirtatious, kissing-prone side.

"Seokmin," You whined, and your boyfriend giggled, cutting off the rest of whatever sentence you were about to form with a messy kiss. You sighed under him as you melted into his hands, now settled at your waist as you ran your hands through his wavy hair.

After a few minutes of soft kissing and mischievous hums from Seokmin, he pulls away, leaving you breathless and scrambling for a semblance of normalcy as he smiles deviously again.

"Where did you learn how to kiss like that?" You question, and Seokmin just smiles, pressing a softer, more intimate kiss to your forehead as he replies. "I don't know. I think I'm so in love it just came naturally to me."

You laugh, leaning back as your head hits the pillow. Seokmin does the same, laugh coming down to a close as he turns to glance at you, hand coming up to trace your lips.

"I love you." The words are sweet on their own, but with Seokmin's sincere tone, and sweet brown eyes, you can't help but believe them ten times more.

"And I love you, Seokkie."

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witchthewriter · 1 month ago

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTP

Slytherin

Chaotic Neutral

Aries Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Everyone knew Randall was an asshole from the get-go. Loud-mouthed, aggressive, and does not play well with others.

・He rubbed people the wrong way, his defense was up 24/7. The dude was a pure menace.

・But everyone reacts differently to this town. There were so many questions and hardly any questions. Could an individual's personality be turned up? Maybe.

・So you decided to give him a chance.

・Knocking on the bus' door, a shout came from inside ("Yeah, Yeah, I'm coming!")

・Swinging it open, he looked at you expectantly. It made your confidence waver.

"I ugh, I thought maybe I could show you around town? Ya know, since you've been in the bus for so long."

"Ugh, maybe another time..."

"Oh, okay," you couldn't lie - rejection still hurt, even in this purgatory of a town.

As you turned away, you heard Randall's voice.

"But um, maybe tomorrow?"

A blush crept onto your cheeks as you nodded.

・It took a while for him to warm up to you.

・And when you kissed for the first time; it freaKED HIM OUT.

・He emotionally pushed you away. Afraid of his feelings, of opening up, of caring and then having it all ripped away.

・But after two weeks, your feelings solidified for each other. And it was all because a monster nearly killed you.

・Randall's feelings came at him full blast once he realised you could have died. And if you have ever seen a protective boyfriend ... no you haven't. Not until Randall.

・He was by your bedside - even after you had fully healed. He wouldn't leave you alone.

"Oh, you do care-" you said playfully one morning. And Randall had a tear in his eye.

"You don't understand..." He said, quickly wiping it away, "I don't understand this place, fucked if I know how or when we'll go home. But ... you're mine now."

・His nicknames for you started out as your last name, and then he chose your eye colour. But after your relationship was officially he started calling you, 'babe', and mockingly: 'sweetpea,' 'honey buns.'

・Likes sharing his clothes with you (but NO ONE ELSE. Seriously.)

・You definitely do not call him Randall, when you do it makes him think he's in trouble.

・So you call him the most randomest, sickly-sweet nicknames; just trying to make him blush. He usually just rolls his eyes.

・He moved out of the bus and into the room you'd been staying in.

・Since the bar no longer had a shop keep, the two of you kind of took it over.

・Even if either of you don't like to drink alcohol, you somehow brighten up the place and people feel more welcome.

・Always kisses you goodmorning and goodnight. (He stays awake all night, checking and rechecking the monsters can't get in (they can't) but the thought of being caught asleep next to you, completely defenceless causes so much anxiety for him.)

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Asshole To Everyone Except One Person (Randall) x Is That One Person, Will Never Admit That It Makes Them Feel Special (You)

“I care about you!” (You) x “You shouldn’t!” (Randall)

Thinks They're In Charge (Randall) x Is Actually In Charge (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Defying Expectations

Bickering and Banter

Mutual Growth and Empowerment

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Talk Show Host by Radiohead

Please Please Please Epic Version by Morgan Clae

Too Sweet by Hozier

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baby-alien11 · 2 months ago

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Surprise Visit (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

taglist: @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @camiesully @ethanlandryluver @nowitsmissing @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo @itsaaliyah2 @callsignwidow

What started as a nice morning with an early visit to the gym, turned out a bit weird when in the way home, your dad called you to let you know that there were guests waiting for both at your house, which left both of you confused since none of you talked about visiting any of your friends

"Last chance to guess who is inside the house", you sighed once Jack's car stopped in the front yard next to yours

"I still don't have any idea of who could it be", Jack sighed turning off the car, "I mean, we already texted all of our friends and all of them denied to be here"

"I hate that dad didn't tell us anything"

Grabbing Butters who was on your lap, while Jack got the two gym bags, both of you walked towards the front porch to open the door, hearing small sounds in the kitchen, which made the two of you even more curious, and even more when a small girl who both of you knew well ran towards you hugging you both

"Sweetpea", you exclaimed in surprise hugging her with your free arm, "What are you doing here?"

"We came to surprise you", Penelope responded while passing to hug Jack

"Who's we?", Jack frowned

"Hi!"

Hearing that voice, the three of you looked at that direction to see Max standing next to the cat tower where Tatum was watching him with curiosity

"It's not that we aren't happy to see you again, but, what is happening?", you asked

Before Max could answer, there was another voice speaking from the kitchen

"Guys, the pancakes are almost ready"

Intrigued about the situation, all of you walked more into the house to see the entire grid in the kitchen, almost all of them preparing breakfast, while others where cleaning the dishes or others just sitting there

"I think we need context", Jack said which gained the attention of all of them

"We're making breakfast for all", Carlos responded putting the pancakes in a big plate

"Yeah, that's clear", Jack nodded still surprised

"Why don't you guys go change and leave your things while we finish preparing everything?", Fernando suggested

"Wait a second", you spoke before going upstairs, "Did my dad just let you in without arguing?"

"He just asked why we where here, we answered, he let us in and then he left", Alex responded

"He gave me a hug, and said he was proud of me", Logan mentioned with happiness, "And also that it doesn't matter where I go next year he will be supporting me"

"He saw me and laughed at me", Lando added, "And kept laughing until he was out of the house"

"Wonder why", George snorted

Still processing the madness in the kitchen, both of you left Butters in the cat tower with Tatum before going upstairs to your room where you closed the door inmediatly

"What the fuck is going on?", you exclaimed sure that Penelope wasn't going to hear the bad word

"It's summer break, they're supposed to be on vacation, Zandvoort is next week, use your last days free to go to the beach or something", Jack also exclaimed leaving the gym bags in your vanity chair, "What are they doing here?"

Still panicking about what they were doing in Los Angeles, specially in your house, both of you started to pace around your room, until realasation hit both of you

"When they returned us here they were fighting which garage we should stay for Las Vegas", Jack remembered

"Shut the fuck up", you murmured sitting in your bed, "This is going to be madness"

"At least we can laugh at them while they do this... I don't know what to call it"

"And they prepared breakfast", you concided, "I hope those who burn food or doesn't know how to do a thing didn't touched my kitchen tools, or anything"

Changing from the gym clothes to something more comfortable, both of you grabbed the gift for Penelope's fifth birthday to return to the first floor where several plates of international food where waiting on the center counter of the kitchen

"Sweetpea, we have something for you", you smiled at what the small girl did the same, "We know that your birthday was a few weeks ago"

"And since we couldn't be there, we bought you a gift that we were planning on send to you", Jack continued, "But since you are here, we decided to give it to you"

Putting the box in front of her, Penelope smiled hugging both of you before openning the giant box in front of her pulling out plushies of an ikran, an ilu and a giant Cinnamoroll (that left Max wondering who was going to lose the seat in his private plane for the white plushie)

"I love them", Penelope exclaimed trying to hug the three at the same time, "Thank you"

"How I'm going to get that giant thing on the plane?", Max questioned looking at the dads of the grid

"Just put it inside a bag", Checo responded at what Kevin and Nico nodded in agreement, "It will save space"

"And it will be easy to carry around", Kevin added, "Where did you got the giant plushie?"

"Build-A-Bear", Jack responded, "We made a few calls and got it early"

"We need to go there before leaving", Nico said to Kevin at what he agreeded

Aproaching the kitchen, plates and utensils were distributed and everyone grabbed a bit of everything, and even Tatum and Butters got some of what they can eat in their plates

"You guys have an impressive garden in there", Lewis said refering to the cultive garden

"Thanks, we started working on it since we got the house", you responded, "And that is since early two thousands"

"Seb would like it", Lance commented

"That just made my day", you smiled, "By the way, how is going to work this "activity"?"

"Each team created slide shows with pretty convincing arguments of why both of you should be in the garage for Las Vegas", George explained, "Which is also Jack's birthday"

"So, like an audition?", Jack questioned

"Exactly like that", Yuki nodded

Sharing a small glance, you and Jack got closer to start whispering about the whole thing for a few minutes before returning to look at the others

"We'll accept this, but we have one condition", you said

"We'll hear all the things you had to say, but all of you have to watch the movies and series we're in", Jack continued, "That includes Avatar: The Way of Water, Retribution, Scream, the last chapter of Riverdale, and even Avengers: Endgame"

"You are there?", Esteban exclaimed with surprise

"He's the kid in the bycicle that looks at Paul Rudd", you informed at what the french started to slap Mick's arm with emotion, "So, we have a deal? We also going to watch our rendition of the Scream'd Musical Parody"

Nodding in agreement, the breakfast continued normally with small talk, and when it ended, the ones who didn't cook washed the dishes used while the rest prepared the slide show in the living room

"I feel like we are going to hear a lot of nonsense", you said to Jack once seated in the couch with Penelope (and her new plushies) in between

"I'm kinda afraid of what are we going to hear", Jack agreeded at the time the cats jumped on the couch to lay on the back of the couch, "This could be absolutely funny or ridiculous, no in between"

"We are ready to start", Mick anounced interrupting the conversation, "Since I'm a reserve driver for Mercedes and driver for Alpine in the World Endurance Championship, I'll be the mediator in this, so, the order on slide shows is based on the championship and we have sheets with all the teams so you can write comments"

Stopping for a little, Mick gave you and Jack clipboards with sheets that at the top had the names of the ten teams, along with pencils

"And there's no limit time for the presentations, and gifts are allowed", Mick said before sitting in the couch, "Red Bull first"

Stepping to the front, Max and Checo put their presentation on the TV

"Our first argument, and advantage, is that both of you stayed in my apartment and in our garage during Monaco, both of you have cats and dogs, I have cats and Checo has dogs", Max started to yap with a slide full of pictures of what he was saying, "This whole thing and friendship started with the nepo babies interview, and what did you say? Both of you are Red Bull fans, and also fans of both of us, and now we are friends, we also have a Spice Girl on the team, who is Geri, also known as Ginger Spice"

"We also know that both of you love kids", Checo continued moving into the next slide that had pictures of both of you with Rogue and Penelope, "And we have the most kids combined in the whole paddock, with five"

Proving that point, the next slide was family pictures of the kids

"Also, my documentary is in Disney Plus", Checo continued, "What is also in Disney Plus? The Avatar movies, and who is in Avatar? Jack"

"Yeah, we can't watch the documentary", you interrupted, "It's not avaliable in the US"

"I'll see what I can do", Checo assured

"And the gifts that we brought for both of you are stroopwafels, mexican candies and snacks, tequila, two boxes of the future merch and more Red Bull which is already in the kitchen", Max followed putting the said things in the center table, "That's all, thank you"

While the change was being made, you and Jack took the oportunity to write the comments about the presentation

"McLaren is next", Mick anounced, "This is going to be fun"

"First of all, we'll have the best arguments that you'll hear in this lovely day", Oscar said, "The purpose of the trip to Las Vegas is for Jack's birthday, who has been saying for a while that he is a McLaren fan, and both of you also spent half an hour in our hospitality during the race in Monaco, and we are seeing right now, Y/N has an orange cat, and also, my second name is Jack"

"Strawberry blonde with a bit of carrot, but okay", you commented

"Now, while we were planning on doing this, we found a very interesting connection, that is very logical", Lando spoke passing to the next slide who had a very confussing diagram, "In her new album 'The Tortured Poets Department', Taylor Swift has a song called 'Florida', and what happenned in Florida? I won my first race, and who has several pictures with the trophy? Y/N and Jack, returning to Florida, the themed park of Avatar is there, franchise of which Jack is a part"

"But we have a strong disavantage", Oscar took the word again moving into the next slide which was the messages occupying the whole screen which made everyone laugh or cringe, "This unfortunate messages sent two years ago by none other than my teammate"

"Mate, I thought you were on my side", Lando whined

"I am, but I can't ignore this thing", Oscar justified, "The gifts that we bring are the LEGO set of our McLaren, clothes from the McLaren and Beiss colaboration along with the regular ones and a box of every flavor of Monster Energy, which are in the kitchen"

"Please chose us, thank you", Lando finalized

"Next", Mick exclaimed

Doing the same routine, you and Jack wrote the comments in the sheets at the same time the next ones prepare everything

"Sweetpea, when you grow up, if you ever recieve a message like the one you saw on the screen, do not answer", you said to Penelope who was playing with her new plushies, "Understood?"

"Yeah", Penelope nodded

"Perfect", you smiled

"Good morning, we are here representing Scuderia Ferrari, the most iconic team in the history of Formula One", Carlos started to speak, "Since the beggining of our history, we had iconic and amazing drivers and moments, but today we are here to convince our dear friends to be in our garage for Las Vegas"

"Our main reason will be the color red, not only because is the characteristic color of Ferrari, red is the name of a Taylor Swift album and song, is the color of Jack's car which you can see outside, is the color of the blood poured in the Scream saga, red is the color both of you had wore multiple times", Charles said

"Also I made the pancakes for breakfast, I've been a friend of yours since april, Ferrari is part of your top three favorite teams, we know both of you went to see the Ferrari movie because you posted about that on your Instagram stories", Carlos continued, "And for the pets we have Piñon and Leo"

"And before we move to the gifts part, Jack, since you are basically Ollie's american twin, I want to adopt you"

As Charles finished saying that, you bursted into a fit of laughs while the rest got confused about what the monegasque said

"First you need to talk with my mom about that", Jack mentioned when your laughs calmed down

"Don't worry, I will", Charles smiled, "Now for the gifts, the freezer is now full of every flavor of Lec ice cream, matching vintage Ferrari jackets and the collection for Monza and Miami, and APM Monaco jewerly"

"Thank you", Carlos finalized

Doing the same as last time, you and Jack wrote your comments, seeing Lewis and George in front with their presentation

"All of the arguments you've heard until now are going to sound lame after you heard what we have", George started putting the first slide, "The others might said about the movies, streaming platforms, horrible messages, fan of teams and more, but we have something more important, as we all know, Avatar: The Way of Water had the premiere at London on december 2022, during which Y/N and Jack hard launched their relationship, but what they don't know is that Carmen and I were there, and we loved the movie, it was amazing, Spider was our favorite character"

"Let's not forget the MET Gala", Lewis continued with the next slide, "The three of us met before walking the steps, we had a nice chat, we became friends and spent some time together at the event, also Y/N has said that I'm one of her fashion icons and she drives a Mercedes"

"That photo was taken today?", you asked seeing the picture of your car

"Yeah, when we arrived", George nodded, "Also, Y/N has mentioned that one of her favorite persons in F1 is Susie, who is sometimes at our garage, and Doriane is also sometimes with us, and let's not forget that in the movie Retribution where Jack, our future Oscar winner is part of the cast, several Mercedes vehicles are part of the movie"

"Lastly, for the gifts, we have Tommy Hilfiger exclusive clothes that aren't out yet with handwritten letters by Tommy, four bottles of Almave for each of you and IWC matching watches", Lewis ended as he and George put the gifts in the table with the previous ones, "Chose wisely"

"So long, London", you said as the change was made and you and Jack wrote the comments

"Is there going to be a small recess?", Jack asked Mick

"Yeah, after Aston Martin", Mick nodded

"It's finally our turn", Lance exclaimed, "Our arguments for both of you to be in our garage are that we are friends since the day of the filming of the interview, we have a nice green for team color, and returning to Taylor Swift, and not going to the rumors, in her new album, 'The Tortured Poets Department: The Anthology', has a song named 'imgonnagetyouback', and what does the song says? 'I'm an Aston Martin that you steered straight into the ditch', which is the name of our team"

"And I want to point out that even thought both of you were born in 2004, I won my two world championships in 2005 and 2006, but you were babies when that happenned", Fernando continued, "Now it's time for the gifts"

"That was everything?", Mick frowned

"Yeah, we think that's enough", Lance nodded, "For the gifts we have a free year of all the products you want from Tim Hortons and this"

Handing them small boxes, everyone watched with curiosity as you and Jack opened them to reveal a set of car keys, surprising everyone but mostly both of you

"What's this?", you asked without taking the keys out of the box

"The keys for your new cars", Lance exclaimed, "Aston Martin Valour, they are limited edition, only 110 in the world and now you own two of them, Y/N has it in lightning silver and Jack in ultramarine black"

"Doesn't matter if you don't chose us", Fernando spoke, "You can keep them"

"Was that allowed?", Pierre exclaimed

"We didn't put any rules", Fernando shrugged his shoulders

"Okay, time for a break", Mick anounced, "Fiftheen minutes"

Writting the comments about the presentation both of you considered leaving the clipboards in the highest cabinet but since Esteban who was the tallest of the grid was there, your room was a better option

"I can't believe those twenty are millionares who drive in weird shapes for work", you sighed before returning to the living room, "Those are the shittiest arguments I've ever heard"

"The gifts are also insane", Jack nodded, "The cars are another level of crazy, like, we knew Lance was like a Richie Rich, the cars were unexpected"

"Is going to be fun to explain to our families", you mentioned, "Not only the cars, but all the gifts, and of course your adoption"

"That was your favorite part, right?", Jack smiled with fun

"Yeah", you laughed

Taking advantage of your distraction, Jack took you in his shoulder and start spinning at what you hold thight on his back and shirt even though he was holding your thighs and waist firmly, stopping when you started to tap his back putting you on the floor carefuly and brushing a few strands of your hair in order before holding your cheeks and share a kiss, at what you smiled in the kiss hugging him by the waist

Unfortunately, the kiss was interrupted when a truck was heard close to the house confusing both of you

"Guys, your cars are here", Lance exclaimed from the first floor

"No fucking way", Jack sighed

"It's strange having millionare friends", you commented

Leaving the clipboards in your room, both of you returned to the first floor to see most of the teams in a frenezy talking in their phones, except for the Red Bull boys who were drinking the energy drink along with Penelope who was eating some fruit in the kitchen island, and the Aston Martin guys who were already outside

"What is happenning?", you asked aproaching the Red Bull duo

"They are calling their bosses to try to get cars for the two of you", Checo responded, "They have been like this since you went upstairs"

"By the way, P was a bit hungry so I got a bit of fruit from the fridge", Max mentioned, "I hope that's okay"

"Yeah, it's fine", you nodded

"Where are the cats?", Jack asked not seeing them in the cat tower or the couch"

"Alex is holding one and Zhou the other", Max responded

"The cars are ready", Fernando exclaimed from the front door, "Bring the keys"

Taking the keys from the center table both of you stepped outside to see the two new and exclusive Aston Martin cars in the front yard

"This feels like christmas again", you commented aproaching the silver car, "But in a weird situation"

"My mom is going to freak out when she sees this", Jack mentioned next to the dark car

Unlocking the doors, the two of you got into your respective cars turning on the engine

"I'm definately going to arrive to my tattoo appointment tomorrow in this", you exclaimed with excitement reffering to the small tornado tattoo you were going to get on your right inner arm above your elbow

After admiring the cars a bit more, the break ended, at what all of you returned to the living room to continue with the presentations, but before starting again, you and Jack stood in front of the TV

"Guys, before continue with your interesting slide show, we'd like to say something regarding of the recent gift", you said holding the clipboard, "As we are thankful for the new cars, we don't need another one"

"Yeah, we are perfectly fine with two cars, we don't need more right now", Jack nodded, "But we appreciate that you care about us and want us to have a big car collection"

"It also lifts up our ego", you joked, "Anyways, let's continue"

Sitting again in the couch, this time Penelope decided to lay down in the sofa with her head on your lap, at what you covered her with a light blanket

"We start with Visa CashApp RB", Mick anounced

"Hello everyone", Daniel greeted in front of the TV with the slideshow ready, "We have very good reasons of why both of you should be in our garage, the first one is that when Max came to LA to got you for Monaco, I was in the plane, also in the interview that started everything, Y/N said that Yuki was one of her favorites"

"We also noticed that the two of you have a height difference just like us, and Avatar: The Way of Water in Japan made 29.5% of the total recaudation, so you´re welcome, and also both of you have been spotted in Nobu in several ocasions"

"And the Taylor Swift factor, I'm a swiftie, and let's see this photo that Jack posted from his trip to New Mexico which kinda reminds of how I enter the COTA circuit in a horse", Daniel continued, "And for the gifts we have Enchanté merch, products from Yuki's collection, snacks from both of our countries"

"And when I open my restaurant you'll have your meals for free", Yuki said, "That's it, thank you"

"We should order Nobu for lunch", you commented to Jack while writting the comments, "What do you think?"

"It's a good idea", Jack nodded, "We just need to ask the others"

"Hey everyone", you exclaimed, "Who wants to order Nobu for lunch?"

"I don't eat fish", Lando mentioned while the others agreed to order from the japanesse restaurant

"We know", Jack responded, "Just grab some frozen nuggets from the fridge"

"But we need one of the dads to supervise him while using the air fryer, please", you asked

"It's Haas turn", Mick anounced, "My first team in F1"

"Hello everyone, we are Haas, some people call us the Haasbands", Nico started, "We are the perfect enemies to lovers friends"

"Who taught you that term?", you interrupted

"Egle", Nico responded, "Returning to our presentation, we are the only american team in F1 right now, and even though we don't have many achievements, we have a pole position thanks to Kevin, a win and podium thanks to Chloe in F1 Academy"

"We also had some memorable moments like you can see in episodes of Drive to Survive, and our cars might not be the best, but can survive fire, why are we mentioning fire? Because as we knew a few days ago, the third Avatar movie is called Avatar: Fire and Ash", Kevin continued, "And we are also dads, and that Haas a NASCAR team, and Y/N grandad and uncle were NASCAR drivers, by the way, congratulations on your uncle entering the NASCAR Hall of Fame"

"Thank you", you smiled

"For gifts we brought the latest collection of Palm Angels, cards with discounts for Chipotle with two years of guarantee, traditional candies from Germany and Denmark, and crochet clothes from Egle"

"Remember that our team is american", Kevin finalized

While the change was being, you and Jack wrote your comments, also noticing that Penelope was already asleep

"Alpine's turn", Mick anounced, "I'm also part of them for WEC"

"Hello, we are Alpine, the complete french team, for the rest of the year, of course", Esteban started, "And let me tell you, we have a lot of reasons for you to be with us, the first one is Marvel, I love Marvel, Ryan Reynolds aka Deadpool is one of our investors, and Jack is part of the MCU even if it's for less than a minute, and our cars and suits had an design inspired by Deadpool and Wolverine during the Belgian GP"

"But Ryan isn't our only investor", Pierre continued, "We also have Travis Kelce, tigh end of the Kansas City Chiefs, who is also dating Taylor Swift, and Kika and I went to her concert, which was amazing, and since we are here, we'll anounce that Jack Doohan will be our driver for next year, and you are the first to know, and conditentialy he and the Jack in front of us have the same name"

"And we bring amazing gifts", Esteban exclaimed, "Clothes from our brands, Chiefs shirts with Travis and Patrick numbers, and we are giving you the option to chose whatever you want from our investors"

Looking at each other, you and Jack started speaking in whispers for a few minutes until both of you nodded in agreement before looking at the french drivers

"Tickets for the last date of the Eras Tour, if we meet Taylor even better, also tickets to see a Chiefs game", you said

"Also watching the Deadpool trilogy with Ryan Reynolds, and him doing the Bye Bye Bye dance from Deadpool and Wolverine, even though we know he didn't performed it", Jack continued

"And we also want to see the two of you fighting using baguettes as weapons", you finalized, "That's it, thank you"

Hearing all of the petitions, Pierre and Esteban were shocked for all the things requested, while the rest laughed softly and both of you wrote the comments

"Next is Williams", Mick anounced

"Let's start by saying that even though we only have four points at the moment, we have a huge advantage in this small competition", Alex started with the presentations, "The others mentioned one or two pets, but we have the Albon Zoo, that consist in twelve cats, two horses and a dog, and I think that Tatum and Butters could get along with them"

"Don't forget that I'm the only US citizen in the entire grid, just like both of you are USA citizens", Logan continued, "And that I'm the favorite driver of Skeet Ulrich, Y/N's dad, and also my brother was in NASCAR, and 'Florida' isn't only a Taylor Swift song or where Lando got his first victory, is also my hometown, and of course the Avatar themed park is there"

"The gifts that we brought are the entire collection of Albon Pets including mini helmets, clothes from the Williams store, two of each piece, personalized golf balls from Lily, and autographed mini helmets from both of us"

A/N: I didn't put american because America is a whole continent, not only USA

"We hope that you enjoyed our presentation", Logan finalized

Feeling relieved that the silly slideshows were ending, you and Jack wrote the comments on the clipboard

"And finally, Kick Sauber", Mick sighed, "This thing took longer than I expected"

"We might be last team in the constructors championship without points, or a good car, but we have vibes", Valtteri started, "And a colorful car, and I would like to mention that as someone who has the best mullet on the grid, Jack has the best mullet in the entertainment industry"

"Also, there is a Dior connection between me and both of you, as I am a Dior ambassador and both of you wore Dior for the MET Gala, and in several ocasions", Zhou continued, "And we also got very special pets, for my part I have Sweetcorn"

"And I have a reindeer called Rosa", Valtteri continued, "And remember that this year we are known for our social media content, and Y/N also is a social media content creator"

"For gifts we bring Lululemon clothes and accesories, also some things from Dior, baking books from China and Finland"

"And also brand new calendars for 2025", Valtteri finalized, "We hope that you enjoyed our presentation"

"I'm not going to open that calendar at all", you sighed writting the comments on the last page

"And with that, we end with the presentations", Mick anounced before turning to look at you and Jack, "Guys, you need to chose"

Leaving the giant group in the first floor, both of you along with the cats went upstairs to your room closing the door so they don't listen and sitting on your bed

"I've never heard such idiotic arguments in my entire life, even though I studied with Kira and Bethany", you commented, "Which garage you want to go?"

"I thought we were going to take the decision togheter"

"I mean, that was the idea at first, but since it's for your birthday it's best if you chose it"

"Okay, I think the best will be if we eliminate the ones that are staying the same next year"

"That would be Red Bull, McLaren and Aston Martin"

"And I really like them all, but it would be the best if we reduce it to our favorite teams that we haven't eliminated which are Ferrari and Mercedes"

"Both are historic teams, pretty iconic"

"It's a tough choice"

Thinking how you were going to chose between the two teams, an idea hit Jack who was quick to stand up from your bed to go to your closet (which was now a little disaster of boxes of clothes to organize in your new closet) and grab two hats, one Ferrari and one Mercedes, to leave them in your bed and then grabbin both cats who were cuddling in the fluffy chair next to the window

"Our children will take the final decision", Jack sentenced putting them a bit far from the hats

Giggling of fun because of his idea, you watched as both cats wandered around the bed for a while until Butters walked to the hats and Tatum followed him smelling the two hats until they settled in one of them playing with it

Having the decision, both of you left the clipboards and took the cats in arms to return to the first floor where all the drivers plus Penelope were waiting

"Not going to lie, it was a difficult decision", you said standing in front of them with Tatum in your arms, "Most arguments were pretty pathetic, and we are not afraid to say it, but since my F1 race birthday already passed, Jack took the decision himself"

"Before saying the decision, we would like to say that we apreciate all the gifts that you gave us", Jack continued with Butters in his arms, "And as a four time World Champion once said: everybody is a Ferrari fan, even if they say they're not, they are Ferrari fans"

After hearing the phrase that Sebastian Vettel once said in his Ferrari days, the duo of the red team cheered so loud before running to both of you to hug you and Jack, thankfuly you two put the cats on the ground before the bone crushing group hug

"We have Ollie's american twin and hermanita", Carlos exclaimed without breaking the hug

"We promise to not let you down", Charles smiled, "We are going to have so much fun"

"Does this mean Jack is my brother now?", Oscar asked once the group started to spread around the first floor

"I think so", Logan nodded

Finally after a few minutes, the drivers released the two of you allowing you to breathe

"We are paying for all the food", Carlos anounced with happiness, "Everyone chose what you are going to eat"

"Our presentation was a success", Charles celebrated

"Should we tell them that the cats were the ones chosing?", you asked Jack in low voice

"Nah, they doesn't need to know", Jack laughed

"We're evil", you giggled

"I mean, we are Ghostface", Jack shrugged

The rest of the day was spent eating what was ordered from Nobu (Lando ate chicken nuggets with the help of Checo to use the air fryer), the other part of the deal watching the movies both of you said, during which Penelope took a nap in your room during the horror movies, and finally leaving the house at high hours of the night

#baby alien creations #y/n ulrich universe #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion scream #jack champion fanfic #jack champion imagine #formula 1 #jack champion fluff #formula one x reader #ethan landry x reader

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323cutie · 3 months ago

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makes me love you even more. | jyh

pairing ୨୧ yunho x reader

word count ୨୧ 800

genre ୨୧ fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings ୨୧ mentions of breakdowns/feelings of inadequacy/like everyone hates u, the like! very bpd coded reader <3

author's note ୨୧ hi guyz. had a rough night the other night and well ! i just think yunho would be very kind and understanding. hehe.

You wish being self-aware made your breakdowns easier.

Maybe breakdown is a strong word. It all came on so quickly, no build up, just open floodgates. One thing that probably doesn’t even mean what your cruel brain wants you to believe it does… and still. Still. You’ve spent the day in bed, scrolling on your phone in silence. Thinking and thinking and thinking…

Maybe no one really likes you. Maybe your friends just felt bad for you all those years ago, and you latched on and won’t let go. Maybe they see your messages and grimace at their phone, leave you on read because they don’t want to talk to you. Maybe they’re sick of constantly having to reassure you –

A little voice in you says, “that’s not true.” Whatever hope in it is crushed by the weight of thoughts that aren’t your own.

Curling yourself into a ball in your sheets, you contemplate running away, starting a new life. Let your eyes water thinking about how it might be better for everyone you know, let a few tears slip before you can stop yourself. But you wipe your face as fast as you can even though you’re alone like it might help you feel more put together.

You hear the jingle of keys right outside your door followed by the lock clicking open. You know who it is, but even if you didn’t, you’re not sure you’d have the energy to do anything about it.

“Heyo,” Yunho’s voice echoes through your apartment, followed by a singsong drawl of your name. You don’t bother calling out to him – you’re sure he’s seen your car in its parking spot, and your bedroom door is open anyways. He’ll find you.

One second he’s in your doorway. You blink and he’s crawling onto your bed with you.

“Hey, sweetpea,” he murmurs once he’s close enough, hands finding your body under the duvet. His voice alone cools the red-hot dread in your veins to a low simmer. His fingers grab for your arms, your waist, your hands. They turn you around until you’re face to face, trail up and down your silhouette. Yunho’s eyes are full of concern and love, and you feel so stupid.

You hear him sigh when you push your face into his shoulder, feeling his arms come around you to hold you to him. You spend a while breathing him in – the mix of his soap, the freshness of what you can only imagine is the new cologne he was telling you about a few days ago. There’s something else in there, something particularly Yunho. Familiar, and warm, and comforting.

You don’t know how much time passes before you finally will yourself to distance yourself from his embrace, but when you do he still holds you close. He’s worried, you know. You would be too. If it were him, well…

“Bad day?” is all he asks when you don’t say anything, and you breathe out a shaky sigh with a nod. His hands squeeze your waist like it pains him, too.

“Really bad,” you say. Your voice is rough and wavering. You hope he doesn't notice the tremble in your lip. “It just feels like – like… no one really – cares, or –”

Your own gasp cuts you off and Yunho coos, murmuring words you can't really hear. He strokes the back of your head and presses his lips to the tip of your nose and lets you gather yourself.

You finally get air back in your lungs, vision a little less blurry. “I won't make you say anything, you know that,” Yunho whispers. His fingers trace random shapes on your skin, wherever he can reach. “Take your time with it. I’ll be here.”

And the way he says it just about brings you back to life – an understanding. He knows how you work, how your brain conspires against you sometimes, that you know it too, but it's hard to bypass. You feel stupid for ever doubting it. Awful for ever thinking of him in that way, so cruel to you, when he's here picking up your pieces.

“Sorry,” you say. Yunho looks at you like you’re crazy and you can't help a little giggle, but it eases the crease between his brows. “For crying. And for thinking you hate me.”

He softens at your words, practically wraps himself around you. You hold him just as tight, fingers curling into his hair, splayed along his back. “Could never hate you, sweetpea,” he says, nose buried in the crook of your neck. His voice is muffled by your skin, but you hear him loud and clear. “I think it’s impossible.”

You breathe him in as deeply as you can, commit all of this to memory to revisit on your worst days. Take note of the glimmer in his pretty eyes, hair tousled from your fingers and your pillow, curve of his lips when he tells you, “I love you.”

You believe him.

#hes just so sweet #ateez x reader #ateez imagines #ateez yunho x reader #ateez yunho imagine #ateez smut #jeong yunho x reader #jeong yunho imagine #yunho imagine #yunho x reader

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pastanest · 1 year ago

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Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

A/N: set during S1E6: LDSK - another baby Reid fic bc he’s a sweetpea

Warning: actually really sweet Gideon lol I know he’s a tad controversial amongst stans but pls allow for a sweet fatherly moment ty

gif from an unnamed source on google so if it’s your please let me know and I’ll credit!! ♡

CCSW: Close Contact Serial Worrier

Ever since Gideon requested Hotch and Spencer go to check the surgeon’s story with a witness, you have been on edge. Something about this doesn’t feel right, and it isn’t just that your favorite person is no longer at your side.

Immediately picking up on your anxiety, Gideon bumps your shoulder with his. “Hotch’ll look after him.”

You nod, trying your best to reassure yourself, but it does little to calm the raised hairs at the back of your neck.

Standing with Elle, JJ and Gideon, you continue theorizing about the unsub, something not quite adding up about the profile so far, but your conversation is suddenly interrupted by the sound of gunfire. The heart previously in your chest all but leaps into your throat as you run towards the sound with your team, leading you all to the Emergency Room, but finding the doors already barricaded from the inside by the LDSK you all came here in search of, with Hotch and Spencer locked in there with him.

Time seems to freeze in place as you shakily lower yourself into one of the hospital’s waiting room chairs, your legs bouncing anxiously as tears sting your eyes, and that is how you stay.

“Hey, pretty girl, what’s-” Derek begins as he enters the room with a folder in hand of the unsub’s professional record, but Gideon stops him.

“Leave her, Morgan, what’ve you got?” Gideon advises, the rest of the team circling around you to discuss the information Derek has found, doing their best to keep you included, but you are in far too much shock to participate in the conversation.

A moment later, Gideon lowers himself to the chair beside you, a kind smile on his face that you can see from the corner of your eye, your gaze otherwise fixed on the hospital floor.

“He’s a strong kid, he’ll be alright.” He tells you, knowing the source of your anxiety without you needing to say anything. Gideon saw your crush on Spencer blossom the moment you laid eyes on him, on your very first day.

You nod. “I know, just the thought of him getting hurt, I-” You can’t even finish your sentence, closing your eyes in a pained blink as you shake your head, trying to push the thoughts from your mind.

Gideon gently pats your knee to reassure you. “I guarantee you, in a few minutes you’ll see him again and he will be absolutely fine.”

You nod again, finding the strength to turn and give Gideon a small smile. “Thanks, Boss.”

With that, Gideon stands up to talk with the SWAT Team leader, your ears straining to overhear the conversation. “Please, don’t send your men in yet.”

“You have to consider the possibility that your men are dead, or at least disarmed.” The SWAT Team leader responds, his words making you feel physically sick as you stand up and walk a few feet away to lean against a wall, breathing heavily.

A couple of minutes pass in the blink of an eye and the slowest eternity you’ve ever lived, simultaneously, and you watch as the SWAT team approach the door, ready to break through it and put your colleagues' lives even more at risk.

Then, a single gunshot makes you jump out of your skin.

“FEDERAL AGENT, FEDERAL AGENT, HOLD YOUR FIRE!” Hotch’s yell comes through the other side of the door.

The moment he opens it and tells the SWAT Team it’s all clear, you bolt for the door without hesitation, pushing through the SWAT Team until you find Spencer on the floor, gun held in bound hands with nothing more than a few superficial wounds on his face, but that is enough.

“Spencer!” You cry out, running for him and falling to your knees on the floor, pulling him into your arms in a tight hug before abruptly pulling away to check over his face in a panic. “A-Are you hurt? Do you need anything? I-I’ll go get it!” You blurt out, eyes wide like a deer in headlights as tears continue to fall from your eyes.

Spencer watches you with a curious and bashful smile, having not at all expected his first hug from you to be the result of something like this, but definitely not complaining. “I’m fine, (Y/N), are you okay?”

You release a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding and pull Spencer back into another hug, sniffling into his shoulder, too overwhelmed to say anything as you help him to his feet and lead him out of the hospital.

The two of you perch yourselves on the back of an open ambulance, and you’re yet to acknowledge the fact you haven’t let go of Spencer’s hand, but the lovestruck smile on his face is enough to confirm he is very aware of it.

“Are you alright, (Y/N)?” He asks you again in a gentle voice, seeing your glazed-over eyes and the shock that lingers on your face.

“I was so worried, back there. I’m sorry, Spencer, I know you can handle yourself, I just- the thought of someone hurting you-” You ramble, shaking your head as tears threaten to enter your eyes again.

Spencer’s expression softens as he moves to stand in front of you. “Hey, look at me.”

Lifting your head, your gaze locks with his, and he gives you a dazzling smile.

“I promise you, I’m fine, Hotch kicks like a 9 year old girl.” He jokes lightheartedly, managing to bring the desired laugh from you, which causes his own smile to widen into a grin as he laughs with you. “There’s that smile!” He says, knowing it’ll make you giggle, and it does. Spencer squeezes your hand in his. “I do really appreciate your concern for me, (Y/N), I don't think I’ve ever known anyone that worries over me like you do.”

You smile sheepishly at that, glancing down at your hand in his with a twinkle of something he can’t decode in your eyes. “Part of my charm, baby.”

On the flight home, you find yourself fast asleep with your head on Spencer’s shoulder as the jet flies through the night sky. He dutifully wraps a blanket around you and is just tucking it under your chin when Gideon sits down opposite him.

“She really does care about you a lot.” He says.

Spencer smiles down at you fondly. “I know.”

Gideon’s ever-evaluating eyes soften at the scene in front of him. “A love like that, from a girl like her…it’s a rare and beautiful thing. If she’s what you’re looking for, don’t let her slip through your fingers.”

Spencer’s eyes widen at Gideon’s mention of ‘love’, swallowing nervously but nodding regardless, very much appreciating the fatherly advice. “I won’t, ever. If she wants me, that is.”

Gideon chuckles, glancing out of the jet window before his gaze settles on your sleeping form. “Given the way she was unafraid to tackle several SWAT Team members to the ground to get to you, I think it’s a safe bet that she does.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #x reader #criminal minds #imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #imagines #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannons #headcannon

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winchesterwild78 · 3 months ago

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The Hunter pt 3

Master List

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (together), Sam Winchester, Jody Mills, Bobby Singer x Reader (Uncle/Niece)

Warnings: SMUT!!, Violence, Alcohol, Drugging a drink, language.

A/N: I’ve been working on getting some stories out and it’s driving me crazy. I’m turning this one into a series, probably short(ish), not 100% yet. This story came to me after starting Supernatural again. We all know how Dean feels about relationships, but let’s just pretend he finally gave in. 😀

This is my own work, please do not take it or copy it without my permission. It’s based on characters from Supernatural, but doesn’t follow the timeline completely. I wrote it fast and edited it fast. Please overlook any errors.

Minors DNI 18+

*Time Jump 3 months*

“Dean, honey, have you heard from Sammy recently? I know he was waiting to hear back from Stanford the last time we talked to him.” You asked from the kitchen. “Yeah, he said he called and they told him he could start in the Fall. He’s going to live on campus and get the full college experience.” Dean chuckled. “That’s great. I’m so happy for him. He deserves to be happy.”

Dean walked in the kitchen of your shared apartment and put his arms around you from behind. It was his favorite thing to do when you were doing anything. He kissed the crook of your neck and you melted into his touch.

After the two of you left Bobby’s you both decided to get “real” jobs, a place to live and hunt when you could. Hunting was in both of your bloods so there wasn’t getting out of it. Dean got a job as a mechanic in a local shop, and you got a job at the local school as an assistant teacher. You both made decent money, so you could afford a place and not steal credit cards. Something you both were happy about.

Dean’s phone rang and he groaned as he pulled away from you. You giggled and continued getting dinner ready. “Hey, Bobby! How are you?” You heard Dean say from the living room. “Yeah, she’s right here.” “Hey babe, it’s Bobby. He wants to talk to you.”

You took the phone, “Can you watch the stove, please?” Dean nodded. “Hey, Uncle Bobby. How are you?” “I’m good sweetpea, how are you two doing? How’s the job?” “We’re doing great, and I love it. I love working with the kids. They are so sweet. Dean loves his job too. He actually makes pretty decent money. The owner of the shop loves Dean and wants to promote him to assistant manager. We are still hunting, just not all the time.” “Sounds like you’re really happy, honey. I’m so proud of you and I’m happy for you.” “Thank you, Uncle Bobby. I miss you!” “I miss you too, maybe these old bones can make it to see your place soon.” “I’d love that Uncle Bobby. We have an extra bedroom you’re welcome to stay in if you want to.” “I’d like that, I’ll let you know. Can I chat with Dean before I go?” “Yeah, sure. Love you Uncle Bobby!” “Love you too, sweetpea.”

You walked back into the kitchen and handed Dean the phone. You took over cooking while he talked to Bobby. “Hey, Dean, thank you for being the man she deserves. I wanted to apologize for misjudging you. I was wrong. She loves you and I know you love her.” “Yeah I do Bobby, more than you know. Thank you for saying that. It means so much coming from you.” “You’re welcome son. Well, I need to go. Give her a hug for me, and Dean, if you hurt her I will hurt you.” “Understood Bobby. Bye.”

Dean hung up and walked in the kitchen laughing. “Bobby told me if I hurt you he’d hurt me. I’m sure he could figure out numerous ways to torture me.” “He sure can. I’ve seen how he gets information from demons, you’d be no match for him.” You laughed and kissed Dean.

You finished cooking dinner and Dean set the table. You served dinner and the two of you sat and ate. When dinner was done you told Dean you had a surprise for him and to wait at the table. “What is it?” He smiled. You giggled and told him he had to wait. You ran to your shared bedroom and put on the sexy nightie you bought and walked into the kitchen and grabbed the pie you got at the store.

Dean was looking at his phone when you walked back in and you cleared your throat. He looked up and his jaw dropped. “Do you want your dessert or pie first?” You giggled. Dean stood up and growled as he took the pie out of your hands and grabbed you into his arms. He carried you like you weighed nothing towards the bedroom. “So I guess no pie?” You laughed.

Dean tossed you on the bed and you bounced a few times giggling. “You’re so beautiful. When did you buy this?” You blushed, “I bought it yesterday when I went into town. I saw it and figured you’d like it.” “You damn right I do. God I’m one lucky man, come here sweetheart.” Dean pulled you into his arms and onto his lap. The nightie had very thin panties, so you could feel his arousal very well through his jeans. You pushed your hips down onto his member and you moaned. You did it again and started rubbing yourself on his hard length. “Mmm, take what you need baby.” You started to ride his lap as his cock pushed into your clit. You moved faster as your slick coated your thin panties and his jeans. “Oh, fuck, Dean. I’m gonna cum!” “Cum for me baby. Cum on me.” You moved faster chasing your release. You grabbed his shoulders as you came hard, soaking your panties and his jeans.

After you rode your high, you slid off and noticed his jeans were soaked. “Oh Dean, I’m so sorry, I ruined your jeans.” He smirked, “Hey, that’s what a washing machine is for. Come here!” He pulled you to him and slid down your nightgown. You removed your panties and he stood removing his pants and boxers.

You slid to the top of the bed and he hovered over you placing kisses from your lips, down your neck and to your breasts. You sucked in air and threw your head back. “Oh Dean, please.” “Please what baby?” “Please take me. I need you to fill me up.”

Dean lined himself up to you and pushed himself in. With one thrust he was inside and bottomed out.

You gasped and grabbed his shoulders, “Oh Dean!” Dean stopped, trying to control himself so he didn’t spill into you too quickly. Between the nightie, you riding his lap, and how tight you were, he was ready to cum right then. You bucked your hips trying to get him to move.

Dean growled and lifted your legs onto his shoulders. He set a hard pace. His thighs slapping your ass and the back of your legs, his cock pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into you. You moaned and switched between grabbing him and fisting the sheets. Dean’s grunts and moans turned you on and you could feel the slick pouring out of you.

The wet sounds of sex filled the room. “You’re so wet baby, damn you feel good.” You felt your core tighten again. With each thrust and movement, Dean was hitting your g-spot and sending you closer to another release. “Dean, I’m gonna cum,” You moaned. “Cum for me, sweetheart, cum on my cock.” Your release rushed over you and your walls clenched around Dean’s member. He groaned as your walls squeezed him.

He moved your legs up and pushed down into you. The changed angle sent a shiver through your body. Dean was picking up his pace and thrusting deeper into you. Each thrust was deeper than the last and had you gasping for air.

Dean backed off a little. You looked up at him, locking eyes and the love you saw in his eyes filled your heart and soul. He didn’t take his eyes off of you as he chased his release. You could feel him getting close, “Cum for me Dean, fill me up.” Dean leaned down, kissed your lips and spilled his hot seed deep inside you. Coating your walls and womb with his cum. He grunted as he came and you felt his cock twitch inside you.

Once the twitching stopped he slowly pulled out. A mixture of your release and his seeping out of your hole. He left to go to the bathroom to clean himself up and returned with a towel to clean you up. Both of you collapsed on the bed, laying in each other’s arms.

Dean held you close and let his fingers dance lazily up and down your arm. “What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” Dean whispered, breaking the silence in the room. “Just us, our life, our future. You know, nothing too big.” You chuckled softly. “Yeah, nothing too big.” Dean laughed. “So since it’s almost the end of the school year, I’ll be off for the Summer. What do you say we take a vacation or something?” You looked over at Dean. “A vacation? I’ve never been on one before. Maybe, I’ll see if I can swing that with work.” Dean pulled you closer to him. You always loved the cuddly side of Dean. The way he held you and kept you close after sex was something amazing. It was like he couldn’t let go of the intimacy of the moment and wanted it to last long after you both were satisfied.

Dean’s phone ringing broke the comfortable silence in the room. He groaned as he leaned over and answered it. “Hello? Yeah, hey Jody. Okay, did you call my dad? Oh right, yeah that’s fine. Yeah, not that’s not a problem. I can be there in about 5 hours. Yeah, okay. Thanks Jody, see you soon.” Dean hung up and ran his hand down his face.

He looked over at you and smiled softly, “Duty calls. Jody needs help with a vamp nest. You up for a little hunt, sweetheart?” You nodded. Both of you got dressed quickly and packed a bag. You walked in the kitchen and started cleaning up the dishes and put away the food. Dean walked out and saw the pie on the table and frowned. “Guess we forgot about the pie.” His lip poked out. “Oh, so you would have rather had the pie? I see how it is.” You laughed and stuck your tongue out at him playfully.

He grabbed your waist causing you to squeak. “Nothing is better than you, pie is a close second, though.” He tilted his head back and laughed. God you love his laugh. You playfully hit his chest and feigned hurt. He kissed you and you kissed him back. “I love you, Dean Winchester!” “I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N, so much.”

“Grab the pie, we will take it with us.” You laughed as Dean grinned and grabbed the box, forgetting about your bags. You made sure everything was locked up and you had everything, then closed and locked the front door.

Dean opened your door and you climbed in, then he walked around and climbed in the driver’s seat. You could tell he really missed the Impala, but he never complained. He took your hand in his as he drove towards Jody’s house.

A few hours later Dean was pulling up in front of Jody’s house. She came out to greet you both, giving you a hug only a mom could. “Hey, Jody. How are you?” “Good, Y/N, you look good. Love agrees with you.” She smiled and touched your shoulder. She pulled Dean into a hug too, “Hey, Dean. Long time. How are you? Have you heard from Sammy?” “I’m good and yeah, He’s starting Stanford in the Fall.” “Wow, that’s great! Okay, let’s get you two inside and talk.”

The three of you walked into the house and got settled in. Jody was letting you two stay in her guest room so you didn’t have to stay in a hotel. You were thankful, Dean was hesitant. He said he was looking forward to alone time with you. You rolled your eyes at him, “I think you’ll survive. Besides, we can be quiet.” You winked at him and he laughed and leaned into your ear, “I don’t think you can, but I’m up for a challenge.”

“Dean, we need to focus on the hunt.” You shook your head laughing at him. Jody smiled at the two of you, “I remember being like you two. Newly in love, can’t keep your hands off each other.” She sighed deeply and had a soft smile on her face.

You knew she missed her husband and son. It almost killed her, losing both of them and in such a horrible way. “All I ask is you two keep it down” Dean laughed as you blushed.

You and Dean took your bags into the guest room and set them down. Before leaving the room Dean pulled you into his arms and kissed you. “I just want you to know I love you so much, sweetheart. I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you.” “I love you too, Dean, more than you know.”

Walking into the living room holding each other’s hands, Jody looked up and smiled. “I’m really happy for you, Dean and Y/N. I’m sure Bobby hit the roof, but I can see you two really love each other.” You smiled, “Yeah we do. Thanks Jody.”

Sitting down Jody began telling you two about the case. Three women missing, young, and missing from the same bar. The only evidence is they were all seen talking to a younger man who was buying them drinks, they got up to leave with the man and the girls were never seen again.

“So any other leads? Did the bar have surveillance cameras?” You asked. “No, well, they do but the owner said they haven’t worked in about a week or two and he never got around to fixing them.” Dean looked up, “When did the disappearances start?” “About 2 weeks ago.” “Oh wait, do you think they broke the cameras to prevent being seen?” “I sure do, so Jody, why do you think we are dealing with vamps?”

“Well at first I didn’t, but then a few of our homeless people turned up dead and all their blood was drained from their body. Two puncture wounds in their neck. Then last week we had a blood drive at the sheriff's station and the van carrying the blood was robbed.”

“Yep, definitely sounds like a vamp. I’m sure they girls are being slowly drained and turned, and they needed the blood to feed with. We need to figure out how to get to the nest.” The three of you sat in silence for a minute then you had a thought.

“So, if they are targeting young women, why don’t I go into the bar and see if I can be picked up. I’ll be bait and you two can keep an eye on me and follow us.” Dean shot his head up and looked at you, “Absolutely NOT. You’re not going to be bait for some fang.” “Dean, you’ll be right there. I know I’ll be fine.” You touched his arm trying to reassure him. “No! I won’t risk your life like that.”

“Dean, she has a point, if they are looking for a young woman, she fits the profile. Plus she’s not from around here so she’s a perfect target. I know you don’t like the idea, but we will be right there. She will be fine.”

Dean clenched his jaw and ran his hands down his thighs. He stood up quickly and huffed, “I need some fucking air.” You were startled by the tone of his voice. You’d been on so many hunts before, you knew what you were doing. Jody touched your arm and offered you a soft smile, “I’ll go talk to him.” You nodded.

Jody walked outside to find Dean pacing the driveway, “Dean, look I know you’re worried about her, but she’s been in this life her whole life and she’s a smart girl. We will be right there to protect her.” As she stepped closer she saw Dean had been crying. She grabbed him and pulled him into a body crushing hug. “I can’t lose her, Jody. I love her. She means so much to me.” “Shh, I know Dean. You’re not going to lose her. I promise.” “You can’t promise that. This life is always taking away people I love. That’s why we have regular jobs and live a normal life. We don’t hunt like we used to. I want to be with her, marry her, and start a family with her.”

Jody could see how hard this was for Dean, she could also see how much he really loved you. You walked outside and saw Dean and Jody. She smiled at you and touched Dean’s shoulder before walking back inside.

“Dean, honey, I have to do this. You know this is the only way. I’ve been bait before. The only difference now is our relationship. If we are going to continue hunting you have to be willing to let me do my job. Trust me enough to do my job.” Dean cupped your face in his hands, “I do trust you, Y/N. I just can’t stand the thought of losing you. I’ve already lost so much in my life. We have a future together that involves children. If something happened to you, I wouldn’t survive.”

You placed a soft kiss on his lips, “I know baby, but I will be okay.” “Okay, but I’m staying really close to you at that bar.” You chuckled, “Okay, Dean.”

The three of you got ready and headed to the bar. You drove separately in case the vamp was watching the place, Dean and Jody rode in her truck. You parked and got out of your car, adjusting the very tight, very short dress Jody convinced you to wear. Dean loved it, you not so much.

You heard Dean chuckling behind you as he saw you struggle with the dress. You ignored him and kept walking. You sat at the bar and looked around, acting like you were just checking out the place. Dean and Jody sat at a table near the bar, in direct view of you.

You ordered a drink and slowly sipped it. A few guys came up and chatted with you, but quickly lost interest when you told them you wouldn’t go to their car and hook up with them. Dean tried to pretend it didn’t bother him the guys were hitting on you, but it did.

You sent Jody a text to tell her you had to use the bathroom. You stood up and started to walk towards the bathrooms when a tall, dark haired man stepped towards you.

“Leaving so soon?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine. “Oh, just going to use the restroom, excuse me.” Dean and Jody saw the exchange and Jody got up to follow you.

You made it into the bathroom and let out the breath you were holding. Walking into the stall you locked the door. Jody came in and called your name, “Y/N, you okay?”

You unlocked the door and stepped out, “Yeah, I just needed to pee, and I think that guy that approached me is our vamp.” “Yeah, I think so too. Be careful, and we’ve got your back.” You finished in the bathroom and you left. Returning to your seat at the bar you glanced over at Dean and he winked at you. You smiled softly. Jody came back out a minute later and took her seat with Dean.

You noticed they were talking and then the bartender sat a drink down in front of you. “Oh, um I didn’t order this.” You said politely. “It’s from the gentleman at the end of the bar.” You looked where the bartender pointed and it was the same man who you talked to before going into the bathroom. You grabbed the drink, lifted it and nodded at him.

He took this as permission to come over. He sat down on the stool next to you. He smiled at you and you smiled back. “Thank you for the drink, I’m Y/N, and you are?” “I’m Marco, and you’re welcome. So what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here all alone?” “Well, Marco, I just broke up with my boyfriend and I needed to blow off some steam. So I hopped in my car and just drove. Came into town this afternoon, saw this bar and figured why not.”

Marco flashed a killer smile that would have had you melting in your seat if you didn’t know what he really was. He brushed a finger over and down your arm, causing a shiver through your body. Dean and Jody were watching the whole interaction. When he put his hands on you, Jody had to restrain Dean.

“So, Y/N, would you like to dance?” You knew Dean would lose his shit if he saw you dancing on some other man, but what were you supposed to do? “Yeah, sure. I”ll warn you though, I’m a terrible dancer.”

He stood and reached for your hand. You placed your hand in his and he led you to the dance floor. Dean’s jaw clenched when he saw Marco’s hand go around your waist. Marco leaned in and whispered something in your ear, you giggled and playfully hit his chest. You were playing the part well, maybe too well because Dean was getting pissed.

“Dean, you need to pull yourself together, you’re going to blow this. She has to act like she’s interested or he won’t take the bait.” Dean let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hands through his hair, “You’re right, but dammit, look at him. He’s got his hands all over her.” “It’s okay, Dean. She loves you. She’s a damn good hunter. She knows what she’s doing.”

Dean nodded and kept watching you. He noticed the guy looking at another man in the bar. The other man stood up and walked over to where you had been sitting. “Jody, watch that man. I think he’s with Romeo over there.”

He approached the bar and as the bartender for a drink. Then Dean noticed he dropped something into your drink. Dean wanted to tell you not to drink it, but he knew he had to stay put. As soon as the man walked away you and Marco returned to your seats. “Whew, it's hot.” Marco said, grabbing his drink. “It sure is, excuse me, can I get some water please?” The bartender brought over your water. “Here pretty lady, finish your drink first. You don’t want it to get watered down.” Marco handed you your drink. You noticed the piece of pill lodged between two ice cubes, it hadn’t fully dissolved.

You brought the drink up to your lips and pretended to sip it. You needed a distraction so you could dump the drink. Dean looked over at you, “She needs a distraction, she saw something in the drink.” Dean smiled. “Damn, Dean. You really know her, don't you.” “I’ll distract Romeo.”

Jody stood up and walked over to the bar, acting like she was drunk. She leaned on Marco, “Hey cutie, looking for an experienced woman. I can show you things she hasn’t even thought of.” You giggled and took your drink and dumped it between your legs. Once it was dumped you looked at Jody. Marco was trying to get her off of him. “Hey, grandma, hit the road.” You said looking at her. Jody pretended to be offended and walked away.

When she was gone Marco turned his attention back to you. “So, where were we?” He asked, looking over at your drink. “Wow, do you need another one, sweetheart?” “No, I’m good. I’m actually feeling a little, oh wow, the room is spinning.” You of course knew how you were supposed to act so Marco wouldn’t get suspicious.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you some fresh air.” When you stood you fumbled and fell slightly into his arms giggling. Dean almost jumped up but Jody grabbed his arm, “She’s okay, she dumped the drink.” Dean let out the breath he was holding. They watched as Marco took you outside. Once the door to the bar closed Dean and Jody got up and walked out. They had to pretend they were together, so Jody had her arm around him.

Outside they saw Marco pushing you into a black sports car. Jody and Dean got in the truck and followed Marco. Jody tailed him and was able to follow him to an abandoned farm. He parked in front of the barn and pulled you out. You were pretending to be unconscious as he pulled you into the dark, damp barn. He laid you down next to a young woman who was crying.

“Please, Marco, please let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just want to get home. I have a daughter who needs me.” Marco stepped up to her and slapped her across the face, “Shut up! You’re not going anywhere.” She sobbed and held her face.

It was dark in the barn, but slivers of moonlight danced in through the cracks and holes in the walls. You noticed she was tied up with rope. You chuckled when you saw the knots. Ha! Stupid vampires. Can’t even tie a decent knot.

Marco left the room and you slid over to her. “Hey, it’s going to be okay. My name is Y/N, what’s yours?” “Shannon, I’m so scared.” “I know you are, Shannon. I heard you say you had a little girl, what’s her name?” “Caitlyn, she’s 4.” “Okay, I am going to do everything in my power to get you back to Caitlyn. My boyfriend and friend should be here any minute. We are hunters and are here to help.”

As you talked to her, you untied her feet and hands. As you looked up you saw Dean and Jody. “Y/N, are you okay?” “Yes, this is Shannon. Get her out of here. Marco went through that door over there. I don’t know how many are here.”

Shannon spoke up “I know of at least 3, including Marco.” You nodded and Jody took her outside. Dean helped you up and pulled you into his arms. He kissed you softly and you headed towards the door Marco went out. Carrying your machetes you slowly walked in. Before you got all the way in, Jody was at your side.

The three of you split up to cover more ground. You went to the right, Jody to the left, and Dean through the middle. As you came around the corner you came face to face with a vampire feeding on a young woman. “Hey asshole! Why don’t you suck on this?” He hissed at you and got up, teeth showing and blood on his mouth.

Lunging at you, you took a step back and swung your machete, taking off his head. The girl he was feeding on was weak, but was alive. You told her you’d be right back and covered her with a blanket.

Jody found another vampire feeding on another young woman and took off his head. You walked around the corner and came face to face with Marco. “Oh look who’s awake. Such a clever little hunter. He stepped closer and you backed up. As you went to swing your machete he grabbed your arm and squeezed until you dropped it. He pushed you back into the wall and smelled up your neck.

“You smell so intoxicating. I can’t wait to take a bite.” Your eyes flicked over his shoulder and you saw Dean stalking up behind him. As Marco leaned back to bite you, Dean’s machete came down and took off his head. His grip loosened and you stepped over his body.

“Thanks baby.” You shot Dean a smirk. “Good thing I got here when I did, sweetheart.” “I knew you were coming, and you would save me. My big, bad, hunter boyfriend.” You kissed his lips and he chuckled. The three of you cleared the barn and found 3 more vampires feeding off the blood bags. You helped the women out and Jody called an ambulance. You and Dean disposed of the vampire’s bodies as Jody took care of everything else.

Dean drove you back to Jody’s house. The two of you walked in and he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re okay, sweetheart.” “Dean, I can’t breathe”, you giggled. Dean loosened his grip and smiled. He kissed your lips softly.

“Babe, I’m filthy and need to get out of this uncomfortable dress.” Dean smiled at you, “I can help you with that.” You wiggled out of his arms and started to walk towards the bathroom. You stopped halfway down the hallway and turned around to Dean, “You coming Winchester?” You grinned and Dean came bounding towards you.

You giggled as you ran to the bathroom. Dean followed you in. He grabbed your hips and pushed you against the door closing it.

You kicked off your heels and turned so he could unzip your dress. You moved your hair to the side and Dean grabbed the zipper, slowly unzipping your dress. As your skin started to become exposed, Dean’s fingers slowly danced down your back, sending a shiver up your spine.

Your dress fell to the cold tile on the floor and pooled around your feet. You stepped out of the bundle and turned to face your handsome boyfriend. Standing in your bra and panties, Dean bit his lip while his eyes raked over your body. “God you’re beautiful, sweetheart.” Dean pulled you flush to him and into a searing kiss. You moaned into his mouth. Your hands moved up and under Dean’s shirt. He backed away and pulled it over his head. Your fingers danced down his chest and to his belt. You began to unbuckle his belt and pulled it through the loops. Dean took off his shoes and stood back up unbuttoning his pants. You slid his pants and boxers down, dropping to your knees.

Looking up at Dean with lust in your eyes. “No, not tonight sweetheart.” Dean said as he pulled you to your feet. You poked your bottom lip out, “But I want to please you, Dean.” “Not tonight. Let’s get you in the shower.” Dean pulled back the curtain and turned on the water.

Dean took you in his arms again and unhooked your bra. He kissed a trail down your neck and to your breasts. You threw your head back and moaned as Dean kissed and sucked your breasts. His hands made their way to your hips and he slid down your panties.

Helping you into the warm shower, Dean pressed his lips on yours as the hot water cascaded down over the two of you. You could feel your arousal running down your thigh, mixing with the water. “Dean, I need you.” “Patiences, you need to cum first.” Your walls clenched around nothing at his words.

“Please..” You moaned. Dean’s fingers danced down your body and found their way to your folds. As Dean ran his fingers through them, you moaned and gasped. His fingers hooked inside you, hitting your g-spot, and his thumb began rubbing your engorged clit. It wasn’t going to take you long tonight. The mixture of the alcohol, the adrenaline from the hunt, and Dean’s skilled hands, you were already close.

“I’m gonna cum, Dean. Oh my God!” Dean leaned forward and whispered in your ear, “Let go for me, sweetheart, cum for me.” “OH FUCK!” You came hard on Dean’s fingers. He moved his hand, helping you ride your high.

You looked down and saw Dean’s cock rock hard, “I need you, Dean. Please.” You bent over and looked over your shoulder at Dean. “Are you sure you want it this way, sweetheart?” Dean asked. “Yes, please.” You said, looking at him. Dean pumped himself a few times, positioned himself and pushed in, grabbing your hips.

He groaned and you moaned loudly. “Damn, baby you’re so fucking tight for me. I’m not going to last long.” Your hands were pressed against the cold tile in the shower as Dean pushed into you. The room filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, moans and the water running. You could tell this position was going to make him cum fast, so you pushed into him hard, causing him to moan and grab your hips harder. “Fuck, baby. That feels so good.”

Dean was pulling almost all the way out and slamming back into you, causing you to yelp with pleasure. He could feel himself getting closer to his release, but he wanted to see you. He pulled out and you whined at the loss of fullness. He leaned you up, spun you around and pushed your back against the tile.

Dean lifted your legs and pushed back in. Taking you against the wall. His lips landed on yours in a searing kiss as he pushed deep inside you. Your hands grabbed onto his broad shoulders and your nails left half moon indentions on his skin. “I’m gonna cum, sweetheart.” You whispered in his ear, “Cum Dean, cum inside me. Fill me with your seed. Fuck a baby into me.” That was all it took, and you could feel Dean’s hot seed coating your womb. He gently put you down as he softened, and grabbed a washcloth to clean you both up. You finished your shower and both of you got out and dried off.

Getting dressed, Dean leaned down and kissed you. “I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too, Dean.” A knock on the bathroom door startled both of you, “You two save me any hot water?” Jody called from the other side, laughing. You turned red as Dean opened the door, “We didn’t need hot water, it was plenty hot in there.” He winked at Jody as he walked past her.

You buried your face in your hands and Jody laughed. You said good night to Jody and you and Dean went into the guest room. Dean pulled back the blanket and you both crawled in. Taking you in his arms, Dean kissed your lips softly. “You did great tonight, baby. I just can’t wait to get back home, to our home.” “Me either, Dean, home to our apple pie life.” You kissed him and snuggled to his side, falling asleep in his arms.

Part 4

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seethewiredsouls · 25 days ago

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I need to talk about Sweetpea. Particularly, AJ and Rhiannon. BIG SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THE FINALE.

Y'all... I am fuckin sad. It's been awhile since I've been affected by a TV character's death like this, and I think it's worsened by the fact that I feel kind of... betrayed by Rhiannon. I'm still trying to process my feelings, so instead I'll look at it from a narrative standpoint.

It had to end like this. There was no other way to end it. Rhiannon was in a spot where it seemed like her life had overall improved, and she wasn't going to kill anymore. There was MAYBE a chance of her getting caught but for now, she was getting away with it. Murdering people had majorly improved her life.

That being the takeaway or moral of the story was obviously not going to work. The writers had a moral obligation to condemn murder, and I say this because of how clear Ella has been in her press tour stating "KILLING IS BAD." They don't mean to inspire young serial killers by sharing a successful I-killed-my-bullies-and-lived-happily-ever-after type of story. Meaning, there had to be consequences for Rhiannon in some capacity.

This could've been done by having her caught and arrested, or even left in a spot where it felt like she was right back where she started (where she loses AJ, Craig, Julia, her house, maybe even her job)... But instead they decided to rip our fucking hearts out and stomp on them. I hate it, but you know what? It was effective as fuck.

Rhiannon truly believed she was in the right murdering those three men because they were "bad" people. She had some remorse about the first victim until she learned enough information about him to justify it to herself. They were bullies, so she did a Good Thing. She's not a monster because the murders were justified in her eyes.

But AJ? The sweetest dork who noticed her when no one else did?? The one person rooting for her the whole time??? She chose her OWN FREEDOM over the life of this objectively GOOD man that she supposedly cared about. How can she possibly rationalize this murder and feel guilt-free?? Her reason for killing was entirely selfish, and she tries to delude herself (muttering "I'm not a monster"), but you can see the guilt. It completely broke her.

And that's her punishment, the consequence of murdering people - hurting the people that care about you. Being called a monster by AJ, the act of killing him and losing him at the same time, and ending up alone and alienated at the end of it all... It was more of a punishment than jail time could've ever been.

And frankly, it was very well executed. The story came full circle. Rhiannon's automatic response quoting AJ from their initial meeting ("nice piece of kit") being the trigger for his realization was done beautifully. You could FEEL the shift - her panic realizing she gave herself away, and him in stone cold fear and denial. And the initial stab... It was obviously coming, and yet I was hoping SO HARD that it wasn't. Like maybe, just maybe she'll let him go... And she doesn't. And it makes her completely irredeemable in my eyes. It was the one last step off the deep-end into psycholand.

It hurts, but it's goddamn good writing. RIP AJ, our beloved dork.

not me rationalizing the writing choices to numb the pain of a fictional character death

PS it's not working I think I need to write fic

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confetticoloredclowns · 2 years ago

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𓆩Bob Velseb x Reader HCs𓆪

Wooooo, first (official) post on this absolute garbage fire of an app. And of course it's Bob ✋💀 but is anyone really complaining? Because I'm sure not. Anyways this post was made really late at night, and there may be grammar and spelling mistakes because I'm running a fever rn- so I'm sorry 😭

CW+TW; Cannibalism, Murder, Knife mentions, Blood mentions, NSFW at the end ;)

🜲 Bob's a big guy, I think we all know this- but he's also really, really comfortable. And warm. He's the best cuddle buddy, hands down. The butcher man will often times pick you up from behind, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck while mumbling something like "I've missed ya, sugar" after a long day of "work".

🜲 He almost always has his hands on you, even in public! He's usually got an arm wrapped around your waist, or a hand on your shoulder. Hell, sometimes he's even HOLDING you. It's really sweet, but sometimes unexpected or overwhelming.

🜲 Bob is really big on cuddles! He's either got you in his lap, or snuggled up to his side. Sometimes the big guy falls asleep on you; rather effectively trapping you in your spot until he wakes up. It's all in good nature, of course, it just means that he loves you.

🜲 PRAISE. Both giving and receiving, Bob LOVES it! Especially from you. Speaking of which, you'll usually have a "You look stunnin' t'night, sweetpea. I could just eat you up" or a "Not even angels compare to what you've got, sweetness" whispered into your ear. Bob never fails to make you blush.

🜲 Big guy is very protective. If another person is even THINKING about trying to hurt his little darlin' consider them dead in an instant. That goes for bastards trying to flirt with you, too. You're HIS and his only.

🜲 Bob's anger can get ahold of him sometimes, and it's overwhelming. But he'd never, EVER take it out on you- you mean too much to him. Most of the time he'll just leave for a few minutes, before coming back covered in blood. Sure, red stains get everywhere but it could be worse!

🜲 His knife is the same as his anger. He'd never draw it on you (unless you reeeaallllllly asked him to). Sure, he's a cannibal and all- but the idea of knowing that he hurt you? Bob doesn't like to think or even TALK about it. The idea is often shoved down with a "Hm. Interestin'. Anyhow, did ya hear 'bout the news this mornin'?"

🜲 Bob has, and will try to get you to eat "Long Pork" as he calls it. You know damn well it's human meat, and have expressed your discomfort with consuming the substance. But Bob is persistent, always saying something like "Awh, C'mon, sweetness. Just a bite? I promise it ain't all that bad. Tastes just like Pork!" And "I'll give ya some special Lovin' if ya try iiitt~"

🜲 He also really, really likes cooking for you! Any dish you can think of, he's got the skills to do it! Which often leads to him making you all your favorite meals whenever you're sick, or feeling down. Physical contact, acts of service and personal time are his love language, after all.

🜲 Bob also really enjoys giving you tiny little trinkets! Anything that be finds on his victims that he thinks you might like, he's taking. Sure the items are always a little bloody, but that can just be washed right off!

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🜲 Bob is a horny motherfucker 24/7. He's really good at hiding it, but goddamn it doesn't take much to get this man going at all. Cuddling usually always turns into him slamming his hips up into you, biting down on your shoulder just to hear those delicious little noises you make.

🜲 He has good stamina, surprisingly. He'll have you pinned down to the bed, practically cockdrunk from how many times you've came- and he's still going, fast, too. "Just one more round, sugar. I promise I'm almost done" Bob usually lasts anywhere from 3-6 rounds, only to just collapse and nearly fall asleep right on top of you.

🜲 Aftercare with Bob is always some of the sweetest moments; him cradeling you in his arms, usually humming a little tune as he peppers kisses along your face and neck. Any bruises or marks left upon your skin always end up being kissed, Bob uttering a gentle apology under his breath.

🜲 Overall, being in a relationship with this big, lovable cannibal man is wild. But in the best ways possible <3

#bob velseb x reader #bob velseb #spooky month #spooky month bob velseb #spooky month bob #spooky month 5 #Tender treats #Bob #Spooky month x reader #x reader story #Bob velseb hcs

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natriae · 2 years ago

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Hiiiii love ur writing hope ur having anice day..... Pls can I request osamu X reader where he's stern /stubborn but a bit soft for reader hehe whatever genre u want 🫶

OMG YESS I LOVE SOFT SPOT OSAMU (i actually had something planned with this with dad samu)

"daddy, daddy, guess what," Osamu turned around from behind the counter at the voice of his little girl. She came running in and her little sparkly backpack came bouncing in behind her.

"what baby?" Osamu asked leaning over the counter to see her tiny frame.

Getting on her tip-toes and grabbing the edge of the counter the mini miya said, "rinnie-kun surprised us when I were shopping with mommy!"

"oh did he now..." Osamu was not happy. He had asked Suna to stay away from his daughter because he was a bad influence. He didn't want to have to explain what a vape was to his daughter already.

"yeahh, hehe," she giggled at the thought of Suna. Osamu had overheard a conversation between you and his daughter the other night. After a game night with old inarizaki team members your daughter went on and on about how "pretty" suna was and how he's such a prince. Yeah prince my ass. Every time he comes over she'll run to him and hold on to his shirt for the whole night. NEVER leaving his side. Which suna didn't mind until he wanted to smoke.

Walking in behind your daughter you immediately see Osamu's sour face. She must have already told him that you guys ran into Suna. Yes he was your husbands best friend but Osamu had always been a little stubborn and protective when it came to his girls. Picking her up you lifted her over the counter and halfway switched her to Osamu's arms so she could give him a hug. If there was one thing about your daughter that didn't make any sense was how much of chatter box she was. Both you and osamu barely talked, often communicating though looks and gestures, but she was a miya after all.

"and daddy he looked so handsome," At that she lifted her hands off of her father's shoulders and moved them over her eyes kicking her legs in the process. You could tell he was angry because she was kicking him in the tummy but all that anger washed away when he looked at her again. Asking her calmly to calm down she listened and put her head on his dad's shoulder. Turning around she immediately perked up when she saw familiar sharp eyes walking though the door. She squealed in delight before Osamu could even turn around and utter out a hello.

"hi sweetpea," Suna said with a smile at the little girl. He knew she had a little crush on him and thought it was hilarious to see the anger on Osamu's face. Osamu immediately put his daughter down and told her to go to her mommy in his office. He came out from behind the counter and dragged Suna outside the restaurant to properly fight him. If there was one thing that came out of being twins with Atsumu was that he knew how to fight.

"mommmyyyyy, Dad's making the face again with his eyebrows," she then repeated the angry face with an uncanny resemblance to her father. You couldn't help but let out a little giggle because it felt like when you first met Osamu again. He was stubborn to everyone but you. Always making a srunched up face when he was or even slightly ticked off at someone, but it would always disappear the minute you showed up.

Walking out back you see the two grown men fighting each other and just stood on one of the steps with your arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. As if he could sense your presence Osamu immediately pushed Suna off of him and began to apologize to you for acting immature.

"simp," Suna said with his a slight bruise forming on his cheek bone.

"no!" the power Osamu's no held was unlike anything else. From years of managing his restaurant and having Atsumu as a brother he's learn to be very stern and be very powerful with his words, but of course he could never say no to you.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu suna #osamu headcanons #osamu imagine #miya osamu #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu fluff #suna rintarou #osamu miya imagine #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya

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purplesimmer455 · 22 days ago

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Nico comes to pick up the twins and Hamuera takes Emily back to their house at 8 pm. Megan's on the porch talking to Alicia, Tess's grandma, and she rushes to greet Emily while Alicia goes over to her great-grandson Hamuera. "Hey nooboo, did you have fun?" She asks. "Yeah, we skated for an hour but Mera and Daph kept falling so we just hung out til it got dark." She says and Megan nods. "I'm so glad." She says, smiling. "Mom, are you and ma okay?" Emily asks. Megan’s smile slips. "Of course, sweetpea. We just had a little rough patch but we're good now." She says and Emily nods cautiously. "Okay, because I saw you arguing last week and last night I asked ma where you were and she said you were hanging out with auntie Is." Emily says and Megan nods. "Oh, Iseul and I were just talking about something between us. Don't worry Emmy, your ma and I love each other and love you, Saf, and Amir so much." Megan says and Emily smiles, feeling a bit of tension slip away. "Okay, good." She says and Megan smooths a lock of hair off her forehead.

Megan then checks on the family cat Gus, who's feeling a bit sick. She gives him a wellness treat and cuddles with him on the bench outside. Meanwhile, Emily's auntie Chrissy comes out to check on Hamuera and she smiles as she sees Emily. "Hey Emmy," she says. "Hey auntie Chrissy, you look really pretty." Emily says and Chrissy grins. "Thanks, your auntie Luna and I just came back from a date so I got all dolled up." She says playfully and Emily grins. "You sure did," She says back and Chrissy looks over at Hamuera. "I'm going to help your ma and auntie Luna start dinner, let Hamuera and Alicia know to come inside too, okay?" She says and Emily nods.

#ts4 #mysims #Alicia Feldman #Christine Hecking #Megan Liao #Hamuera Feldman-Chen #Emily Liao-Feldman #Gus Hecking-Liao #I had to edit the first 4 photos because it was so dark out when I took them

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adaptacy · 1 year ago

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Johnny Slaughter x Afab!Reader

Tw: attempted drugging, attempted murder

i was giggling so hard as i wrote this - mostly just a stupid silly borderline crack fic idk i thought this idea was hilarious

You'd seen him around here before. He was strange. Too chatty. Probably had mommy issues. A smooth talker, but emphasis on the talking part.

And now he sat next to you. His eyes slightly squint, a translucent brown liquid in his cup that sloshed around when he sat. He leaned onto the bar, giving you a grin. He had dark hair, and a scar over his eye.

"Howdy, sweetpea. You look lonely," he hummed, using a charming tone to complement his already rugged voice. "What're you drinkin'?"

You glanced at your drink, picking it up and finishing it off. "Nothing now. You wanna buy me a drink?" You chuckled, and he smirked, clearly a fan of your attitude. He offered a shrug, sipping from his own drink as he waved down the bartender.

"Two scotch, thanks," he requested, and you narrowed your eyes for just a moment before easing up and giving him a polite grin.

"And what might your name be?" You asked.

"Johnny. Yours?"

"I'll tell you after a few more drinks," you teased, and Johnny quirked up an eyebrow. "What's a hunk like you doing in a bar like this?"

"Same thing a pretty girl like you is doing in a shithole like this," he responded, and your smile grew. This was going to be fun.

You gave him a once-over; he was bulky, his arms were double the width of yours thanks to trained muscles, and you assumed he was likely a rancher. Despite the lack of good lighting in the bar, you could make out a few scars on his biceps, and that only reassured your assumptions about him.

A rancher, or a farmer; maybe a hunter. Had his fair share of experiences with rowdy animals or dangerous tools. Probably had his fair share of encounters with women, too. The gentle, drunk kinds of women. Maybe a good Christian girl here and there; clearly he was a native of Texas, his accent told you that much.

Maybe he lived in a desolate farmhouse, far from civilization. Big yards for his gardening and livestock needs. Probably lived off the land. Came into town every few weeks for a bar and a good time...

Wasn't well-known. Didn't have a lot of connections. Wouldn't be missed too dearly...

"You come here often? Feel like I've seen yer face 'round here 'fore," he commented, and you blinked a few times, offering a soft smile.

"Gosh, don't call out my bad habits like that. That's no way to win a girl over," you replied, gently nudging his arm with your elbow.

He smirked at the response, swishing the drink in his hand. "Wouldn't do it if I wasn't the same. Nothin' personal," he chuckled, finishing off his glass as the bartender presented two new servings. You scooted one towards you, and he did the same.

"Guess you and I are kindred spirits then, hm? What are you drinking to forget?" You asked, eyeing his glass. He didn't pick it up immediately, so neither did you. He looked off in the distance, seeming to remember something, and you debated making a move.

"Past mistakes. Future mistakes," he grunted, finally reaching down and picking up his glass, watching the liquid as it rippled. "You?"

"Nothing. Not really here for the drinks. More so for the company," you hummed, picking up your own drink and taking a sip. "Not that I'm complaining about getting both. And for free, no less. What a gentleman."

Johnny smirked, setting his drink back down again, not yet taking a drink. "So long as it's worth my while, I don't mind. Though I doubt a girl like you needs company like mine, eh?"

"Oh, don't be so humble. I'm sure you know better than to underestimate yourself," you teased, watching the way he ran his fingers through his hair as though combing his mind for something. He turned, looking behind himself as someone bumped into him, and you took the opportunity to lean forward and sprinkle a thin powder into his drink.

You managed to recoil before he looked back at you, and your hand was back on your drink, staring at the shelves of expensive bottles behind the bar. He let out a quiet sigh, shaking his head. "We both know what we're here for. You got somewhere important to be t'morrow?"

You resisted the urge to smirk, and you gave a soft shake of your head. "Nah. You?"

"Psh, nothin' of the sort. How 'bout you and me get outta here? Tired of wastin' time," he confessed, and you pursed your lips, biting the inside of your lip. With a glance to his drink, you motioned towards it.

"You gonna drink? Don't want that to go to waste," you asked, and he looked at his glass, presenting a small, unsure frown. You finished off your drink in an attempt to encourage him, but he didn't quite seem willing to budge.

"Ain't that thirsty. Got a fine, tall glass of water right in front of me," Johnny flirted, and you gave him a sheepish giggle, feigning flattery.

"Guess those mistakes aren't so troubling after all, huh?" You hummed, and he seemed to shift a bit, slightly uncomfortable with your words. Thankfully, it urged him to take a sip, a small one, but a sip nonetheless, before he stood up and placed a few dollars down on the bar.

"C'mon, darlin', let's go. No better way to forget mistakes than to make new ones," he chuckled, returning to his charming persona as he offered a hand. Well, something was better than nothing. You took his hand and slid off of the barstool, following him out to his truck.

"You wanna come back to my place?" You asked, and Johnny contemplated it for a moment, but shook his head.

"Ain't very polite to go to the lady's house. How 'bout you come back to mine? Promise it'll be worth the trip," he responded, gently pulling you closer to him and tilting your chin to look up at him. You bat your eyelashes, wearing an innocent smile.

"I'm not sure I can wait. You've got somethin' special, some kinda charm. Gets girls excited, y'know? Maybe it's the scars," you teased, tracing a finger down his chest.

"Yeah? You gettin' ahead of yourself, pumpkin?" He murmured, leaning down until your lips were less than an inch apart. "My seats go back. Know a couple of good, secluded spots..."

You smirked, brushing your mouth against him as you whispered out a response. "Ain't very 'polite' of you to be so forward, prince Charming," you hummed, and you felt his grip on your chin tighten ever so slightly.

"Somethin' tells me you prefer the impoliteness. Gonna give you the night of your life," he laughed almost sinisterly, and you dialed back your smirk to a more gullible smile. You leaned back on you feet, dropping his hand and walking around the truck to the passenger side, where you climbed in as he started the car.

He only got about eight or nine minutes away from the bar before he pulled over on a dark back road, and you smirked, realizing your plan was coming to fruition. Sure, he was a lot bigger than you, but you were going to be on top. And he was clearly cocky; confident men were the easiest to beat.

You didn't waste any time in crawling over his console and sitting in his lap, one hand on his chest as you leaned down and met his lips. He tasted like scotch; clearly, he'd already been drinking before he sat down next to you. That made things easier. One of his hands sat on your hips, and you could feel how calloused his fingers were from where they rested on your skin above your jeans. His other hand was in your hair, keeping you pulled down into the kiss.

You hummed against his lips, slowly rolling your hips and earning a restrained, amused grunt from the man. Your hand traced down his shirt, sneaking underneath the fabric and pulling it upwards, revealing a well-trained set of abs littered with small scars and patches.

His hand does the same to your shirt, though it's already cropped enough to show skin, and then the weight of his palm leaves your hip. You assume he's going for his belt, and you take the opportunity to reach into your back pocket and...

Both of you tense up as you feel blades pressed against one another's throats, and you stare at each other like you've been insulted. He has a long, slightly curved blade pressed against your carotid artery, and you have a switchblade poking at the underside of his jaw.

There's not even a breath that's exchanged. Just glares. Awkward blinks. Not a muscle is moved, but it's not due to fear. It's not due to intimidation.

It's due to confusion.

And then, you both decide you've had enough.

Simultaneously, as if it had been tirelessly rehearsed, you ask one another; "Are you trying to kill me?"

And then there's more silence. The metal is still against your skin, and his, tightly enough to keep one another unmoving. And then you both, slowly, retract your knives, lowering them.

"You tried to kill me," he remarked, and you scoffed.

"You were going to kill me?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Johnny asked, and you gasped, giving him a dumb blink.

"I thought you wanted to have sex!" You exclaimed.

"I thought you wanted to have sex."

"Dude, I'm a murderer," you confessed, tilting your head and shaking it at him.

"I'm a cannibal," he replied, and you blinked.

"Goddamn. Could've fooled me."

"I can't- You really just tried killin' me? That... that is a first. Usually it's after I kidnap 'em that I get knives to my throat."

"You kidnap them before killing them?" You asked, and he nodded. "That's so much extra effort."

"Easier to hide evidence."

"You eat them. That's class A evidence destroying."

"You're a murderer?" He asked again, and you nodded.

"I thought you were just some desperate rancher."

"You had me thinkin' you were just another careless city girl," he answered, shaking his head.

There were a few more moments of silence as the two of you thought over what the hell just happened. And then you put your knife back into your pocket, and he set his in his console.

"Wanna..."

"Have sex?" You asked.

"Yeah."

"Sure."

#tcm game #tcm #johnny slaughter #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny tcm #johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter tcm #johnny slaughter fluff

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