#the ghoul boys: hey ghouls say something

[orangechickenpillow]

Ryan and Shane, best ghost hunters to ever live

[redflagshipwriter]

Red Hot Ghouls chapter 13 part 2/2

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Given that Dr. and Dr. Fenton had taken him on a drive around town that legitimately climaxed with an on-foot chase of a hulking ghost who did not care to comment for their family blog, Jason thought that was actually kinda probable. If the Drs. had that technology, their kids would probably have access as well.

“Why not?” Tim said, sounding a bit defensive. “We know for a fact that there’s a few undead out there, zombie boy. And there’s a ghost affiliated with the JL.”

All solid points.

‘But there’s no way the good Doctors would be able to convince a ghost to do anything they wanted. Would the daughter have any better luck?’

Jason covered a laugh in his fist.

His ghostly experience so far consisted of:

Danny Phantom, who was very annoyed that Waters was trying to pay him tribute and not happy to see Jason, either.

The mysterious collaborator who hadn’t even wanted Jason to enter his tower.

Skalker, who spent the length of their acquaintance screaming and flying away at what appeared to be his top speed while Jack Fenton whooped and Dr. Fenton shouted questions from a megaphone.

“I get the vibe that they don’t really care to interact with the living,” Jason said, before Tim could get his knickers in a twist. “So my skepticism is in regards to the likelihood of a ghost agreeing to collaborate.”

“What, you think they’re all the same?” Tim said. His tone made it seem like he thought that was such an embarrassingly unintellectual idea that Jason should sink through the floor.

“I think there’s pretty good reasons there might be a trend.”

Tim made an unconvinced sound and changed the subject. “Since they have a similar area of interest, I want to look for a connection between the Fentons and Waters. They could be- Why did you laugh?”

A neon sign lit up across the street, sending a wash of purple light through the air. Jason shook his head. “The Fentons- the Dr.s Fenton, at least, strongly dislike Jeremy Waters.”

“Why did that come up?”

“No reason,” Jason lied airily. “Anyway, that’s not it. Could be some kind of rivalry. But I doubt they’d want to visit Waters in Arkham to give him their sympathies.”

Tim chewed that over for a moment. “Could be a rivalry. I gotta go, O’s hitting my line.”

“Stay safe out there.” Jason cut the conversation and settled in to think. He stuck his hands in his pockets and wished for something to fiddle with that wasn’t a weapon. It had poser vibes to stand around on a rooftop alone playing with a knife or a gun. If Oracle caught you on video, she would tint it blue, set it to some humiliatingly emo soundtrack, and send it around the hero community.

Not, uh. Not that that had happened to him.

He called in. “Hey, O, good evening.”

“Good to hear from you, Hood.” She sounded as serene as ever.

Jason fidgeted a little. “Anything I could help with?” He toed the front of his boot back and forth on the cement ledge for a moment, killing time by idly calculating how many seconds he’d have to engage a grapple if he fell from this height.

“Good news for Gotham, it’s a quiet night.”

He sighed.

“I know, I know,” O said sympathetically. “You got all dressed up in your dancing shoes-”

“And there’s no one to go out with,” Jason agreed. At the back of his mind he vaguely remembered that that…might not be true, actually. He made a dramatic sigh. “I might call it a night, then. No point staring at the city like some bat-eared creep. I don’t have any monologues to work on right now.”

“Oh, you got those all done? Good for you, little buddy.”

Jason resisted the urge to flip her off. She wasn’t even here.

“Stay safe,” he said, because the idea of ending a call without saying that always filled him with a terrible premonition that this would be the time the other person ended up shot in the head and gone forever. He blew out a long, slow breath when he was finally truly alone and reconsidered the thought he’d had earlier.

‘I haven’t messaged Phantom all this time. It might be a good night for it. It’s been most of a week. He won’t be annoyed that I’m checking in now.’

Yeah… Yeah, okay. Jason grappled down and made his way to where he’d stashed his bike. He got into his current residence and stripped out of his gear. He got out his phone and shot Phantom a text before he went into the shower. Not much, he didn’t wanna come across as desperate. Just a nice, casual, “Hey, what’s up? Just checking in. Any luck so far? I finished my books!”

[deanwinchestersbabygirll]

Protective~ Dean Winchester imagine

Warnings// angst, fluff and cock blocking

lil summery// just a lil cutesy protective Dean Winchester

*REPOST FROM MY OLD ACCOUNT*

Dean x Reader

Word count// 1400

(gif from Pinterest)

You Sam and Dean had just finished a pretty rough ghoul hunt, once you guys had all showered the remnants of the night, dean suggested you guys head out for a few drinks to celebrate, once you got to the bar Dean and you slide into a booth, deans arm wrapping around your shoulders pulling you into his side “you get the first round Sammy” Dean said smirking at his brother, Sam rolled his eyes “fine but you’re next” he said walking to the bar

“So how you feeling after you’re first ghoul sweetheart” you looked up at your boyfriend “well I’ve gotta say I won’t be chasing one for a very long time, much prefer a simple salt and burn” Dean chuckled kissing the side of your head, “alright beers are severed” Sam said sitting down with the drinks “thanks Sammy” you said taking a drink out the bottle

You and the guys were having a great time talking about passed hunts before you’d met them “he just looked at me all upset and said ‘I lost my shoe’ all because he lost the damn rabbits foot” Dean laughed finishing his second beer, “alright my round boys just another beer?”you questioned getting up “yeah thanks Y/N” Sam said “yeah me too thank you sweetheart” you hooded moving to the slightly crowded bar you quickly got the bar tenders attention “hi three beers please” the man nodded “that’ll be 12 bucks gorgeous” he said placing three beers in front of you, you nodded handing him a 20 dollar bill, the bar tender went to get your change leaving you standing for a few minutes

“what’s a beautiful girl like you doing at a place like this” a man grumbled out from one of the bar stools, he looked to be a drunk creep no younger than mid 50s “I’m here with my boyfriend and friend” you said back hoping he’d back off at the boyfriend comment “ah bet your boyfriend doesn’t treat you like I would” the man said moving closer to you “look buddy I’m not interested I’m in a relationship” he didn’t seem too happy with that “you better watch yourself you bitch I’m giving you a choice the only thing you should be saying is yes sir, because that’s the only damn thing you’ll be saying when I’m pounding you in front of your little boyfriend you slut!” he spat out, “is there a problem here miss?” The bartender asked returning with your change “no everything’s fine thanks” you said grabbing the change stuffing it in your pocket before taking the beers back to the winchesters

“Hey sweetheart everything good? You were gone a while” Dean said grabbing his beer and pulling you back to your place at his side “yeah fine just waiting for my change” you answered quietly, you could see the man from the bar staring at you his hand holding his glass tightly in his grasp as he wouldn’t break eye contact “I’m gonna head back to the motel after this one guys I’m pretty tired” you said feeling uncomfortable either the stares the man wa giving you, dean nodded “yeah I think we’ll all head out then, you good with that Sam?” Dean questioned, Sam nodded

Once you guys finished your drinks you made your way to the exit, from the corner of your eye you seen the man get up, following your trail to the exit, starting to feel scared you grabbed deans hand tight, Dean turned to look at you concerned “you okay Y/N? You hands really sweaty” you nodded to answer him too nervous to even speak, you thought the night air would make you feel better but knowing the man was following behind was just making your feel sick, before you could get into baby dean stopping you, both hands on your arms as he looked at you “sweetheart my job is lying for a living, I know somethings bothering you and I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what it is” Dean asked alerting Sam “what’s going on?”

Sighing you looked behind the brothers to find the man staring at you from behind a car “there was a guy at the bar, he freaked me out a little bit I didn’t care too much until he sat staring at me for the last hour so I wanted to leave but he followed us out here” you said, your heart pounding in your chest, Dean got an angry look on his face as he turned searching the parking lot “where the hell is he!” Dean moved to look around finding him quickly, Dean stormed over “hey! The hell do you want jackass? You think you can harass my girlfriend I wouldn’t find out” Dean grabbed the man by his shirt “not my fault she’s a whore man, just wanted a little taste of her sweet p-”Dean didn’t let him finish his sentence before he was released punching him in the face “my nose!” The man yelped but dean wasn’t done yet, Sam was holding you in a hug blocking the fight from your eyes

Once dean was done teaching the man a lesson in how to respect women he walked back over to you and sam “alright he’s down, let’s get back to the motel” Dean said getting in the drivers seat. Once you guys made it back to the motel you followed the brothers back to the room, Sam went into the bathroom leaving you and Dean alone

sighing dean sat on the bed you two would be sharing, he started to wrap his bloody knuckles you let out a shaky breath before sitting beside him and taking his hand “I got it” you said taking out the rubbing alcohol and rubbing it on his wounds, Dean flinched slightly at the sting “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” He asked softly you looked up giving him a small smile “I just didn’t want to bother you, I just didn’t realise how big a creep the guy was till he followed us out” dean nodded “sweetheart if someone or something is ever bothering you I don’t give a rats ass how by or small, you tell me and I will take care of it” you nodded “yeah I will I’m sorry dean” Dean was shaking his head “you have nothing to be sorry for Y/N you did nothing wrong” you wrapped your arms around deans shoulders pulling him to a hug, we wrapped his own around your waist holding you close to him

You pulled away to give him a small kiss, however a small kiss with Dean was never really just a small kiss, this one being no different as Dean was swiping his to tongue along your bottom lip, you parted your lips allowing dean to explore your mouth, you moaned quietly when dean pushed you slightly to lay back on the bed as he moved to lean on top of you as you continued to make out, deans hand was tugging at the hem of your shirt, and just when you were about to take it off the bathroom door opened, the younger Winchester emerged in his pyjama pants and shirt “seriously!” He yelped turning away

Dean sighed moving to stand up “relax Sammy were decent” you chuckled as you moved to get up and get changed in the bathroom, Dean following close behind “seriously don’t guys I don’t want a repeat of the hunt back in Chicago” you giggled “I promise Sammy we’ll keep it PG” you and Dean changed into your sleepwear, Dean sporting the same as sam, minus the shirt, he found them to be annoying when it got too hot in bed, you in a pair of shorts and deans old led zeppelin shirt

When you both emerged from the bathroom Sam was already tucked in for the night, all lights off minus the one in the bathroom, you and Dean made your way to the bed getting in either side Dean quickly grabbed your waist tugging you close enough so you could rest your head on his bare chest and tangle your legs together “we’re definitely getting our own room next hunt” Dean whispered kissing the top of your head, you chuckled at his remark closing your eyes “whatever you say Winchester”

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lil repost of one of my personal favs from my old account :))

[aayakashii]

1 ❤️fluff Lyca Colt

1❤️ a kiss on the cheek

“Hey.” Lyca nudged you with his elbow as you two scarfed down the lunch you had bought at Sho's food truck.

Lyca was beginning to get used to using cutlery instead of his bare hands to eat, so you could finally relax and focus on your own food during lunch after a few weeks of fretting over him.

“Yeah? What's up?”

He scratched his cheek, looking a bit embarrassed.

“I gotta ask you something.”

You quickly turned to look at him, a bit worried about the serious tone of his voice.

“Okay.” you put your hashi down and offered him your full attention.

“But you gotta promise you won't laugh or think I'm weird!” he pointed at you accusingly, as if you always laughed at him (you did not, but he was still extremely worried about being laughed at).

“You know I don't laugh at your worries, Lyca” you rolled your eyes.

“I know but… I gotta be sure.” he pouted, nose scrunched at the mere thought of you betraying his trust like that.

“I won't laugh. What's worrying you?”

He fidgeted with the end of his hoodie's sleeve, pulling a stray thread from it. You lightly slapped his hand to make him stop so he wouldn't ruin the hoodie's sewing.

The little slap made him flinch and he managed to blurt out what he wanted to say.

“Am I… your best friend?”

You blinked slowly, wondering if you heard him correctly.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Am IIIIII. Your beeeest. Frieeeeeend.” he said it again, elongating the syllables for way too long.

“Where did this come from all of a sudden, Lyca?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I was in class and I heard some other people ranking their friends. And they all had a ‘best friend’. So I asked the blonde gigolo what it meant and he said it's the friend you like the most, the one you're always with and someone you like so much you'd help them with anything.”

You nodded, finally understanding his sudden question. “I see, I see.”

“So I asked him if the moth eaten Casanova was his best friend. And he made a face like this” Lyca scrunched his face and stuck out his tongue, imitating what was probably disgust.

“Yeah I imagine he would react like that.”

Lyca shrugged.

“So I wanted to know about you.”

“Did you ask Subaru too?”

“I don't need to” he huffed, puffing his chest “I know I'm his best friend.”

“Oh… but you aren't sure about me?” You crossed your arms.

“Well, you're always hanging out with a bunch of other ghouls and talking to them so I need to know! What if you prefer them rather than me!” he turned his gaze away from you, pouting. His ears and tail popped up as they usually did whenever he felt slightly distressed or nervous.

You stared at his slightly puffed cheeks and his curled down tail, doing your absolute best not to strangle him as the cuteness aggression took over your body. You sighed.

“I can't say you're my best friend, Lyca.”

His head turned quickly towards you, ears flat against his head. He opened his mouth to protest, but you raised your hand so he could let you finish.

“Calm down, I'll explain.” you cleared your throat as he looked at you with heartbroken eyes that almost broke your heart too.

Almost.

“You can't just be my best friend, Lyca.” You shook your head “That isn't enough for you.”

At that, his ears perked and he straightened his previously hunched back.

“What do you mean?”

You began to organize both of your leftovers once you were sure he had your full attention.

“I mean that you are the best boy in the whole world, so you aren't just my best friend. You're my favorite boy. You're leagues above being a best friend.” you winked at him as you finished wrapping up everything.

His cheeks were tinted a light pink, but his face still expressed confusion.

“But then this means I am your best friend, right?” he followed you with his eyes as you got up and stood in front of him.

You sighed.

“Yes. You're my best friend. My best best friend actually.”

His tail began wagging behind him.

“Your best best best friend too?”

You smiled at him and offered your hand to pull him up. “Yes, that too”.

Once he held your hand, you pulled him forward a little bit, making him stumble. His eyes widened as you leaned in and placed a kiss on both of his cheeks.

“My best boy.” you said, squishing his cheeks for a moment and then turning around to walk towards the main building. “Now let's go so we won't be late for class!”

Lyca stood there for a few seconds, dazed, watching you walk further away. His hands touched his warm cheeks.

He didn't really understand it yet, but maybe being best friends wasn't actually enough, just like you said.

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[specialagentlokitty]

Uta x reader - a bit oblivious

i saw that ur requests were open… could i please request a tokyo ghoul uta x reader in which uta is hardcore pining for the reader who is totally oblivious?? like we all know uta’s emotionally constipated so just IMAGINE him tryna rizz reader up only for them to not even notice ty!! have a wonderful rest of ur day!! Hope that make sense x - Anon💜

Sitting in the cafe, you happily sipped at your drink as you scrolled through your laptop, looking through what you had been working on.

The chair in front of you moved, and you smiled a little bit.

“Hey Uta.”

“Hello.”

He sat down, setting a cup in front of you and a plate with a sandwich on.

“Oh, thanks. What time is it?”

He didn’t reply, instead he leant his back against the wall, and you set your laptop aside so you could eat your food.

“I want to make you a mask.”

“I don’t need one.”

“Perhaps not, but I still want to make you one.”

You smiled at him.

“Still don’t need one Uta.”

He turned to you, resting his chin on his hand, eyes just peering at you under his sunglasses.

“You also don’t like it here.”

“I go out sometimes, when there is something interesting nearby.”

“Oh is it the one eyed boy? I’m doing a story on him, they’re calling him eyepatch.”

Uta lowered his glasses a little at you, staring for a few seconds before he pushed them back up, going back to resting his chin on his hand.

“Intriguing, but not nearly enough. Though he is fun to mess with, very easily scared. Do you get scared easy (Y/N)?”

“I wouldn’t be sat in here if I did.”

He leant forward a little, leaning over the table.

“Do I scare you…?” He whispered.

You glanced around before turning back to him.

“You’re not scary at all.”

He huffed a little, dropping back into his chair.

“Not even a little?” He hummed.

“Nope.”

He watched you in silence for a few minutes.

You went back in your laptop, saving the work you had done before closing it, putting it back into your bag before turning back to him.

“Let’s go.”

He picked up your bag and you laughed a little, getting up so you could follow him.

You made sure to say goodbye to everybody before leaving the cafe, and Uta began to lead the way back to his studio.

“Oh! Oh! Can we go to the shopping centre?!”

Uta furrowed his brows at you as he stopped walking.

“There’s this sweater I really want, and it’s for a limited time only. Please Uta?!”

He gestured for you to carry on walking and you grinned at him as you did.

Uta didn’t speak much while you were out, he just followed along behind you, letting you drag him to where you wanted to go before you finally made it to his shop.

He set your bag by his workstation, and he jumped on it, leaning back on his hands as you watched you inspect the masks.

You picked one up, placing it over your face and turned to look at him.

“That isn’t your style.”

“But it’s cute.”

He laid down, reaching over his head he picked one up and held it out to you.

Padding over you picked it up and looked at the carefully placed detail before looking down at him.

“This suits you, it has softer features. It matches your face and personality better.”

“You think?”

He sat up, face inches from yours.

“I know.”

You grinned, sitting next to him as you held it in your hands, still carefully looking at the mask he had given you.

Uta watched you, slight admiration in his eyes.

He had been pining over you for months, and yet everything he did seemed to go right over your head and he didn’t know how else to get your attention.

You were just oblivious to his attempts.

In a way he found it amusing, it was almost like a game to him at this point.

He was in no hurry to let you find out, he was going to let the game carry on because it was fun.

He snapped back into reality when he felt you take his arm, and you began to colour his tattoos in with some markers.

“You need more colour.”

“There’s no fun in that.”

You shrugged, grinning at him.

He said nothing and allowed you to carry on while he simply just sprawled across your lap, his red eyes just watching you.

It wasn’t unusual behaviour by far for him, so you didn’t think twice about it.

And he just liked being near you, this way he knew you weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, and he could just watch

[gravehags]

Polyghouls you say? The girls kidnap borrow mountain for a few hours, because who can resist climbing a mountain with your friends ;)

I uh. Did not anticipate for this to get this long. And wow did I have fun with it.

Pairing: Mountain x Ghoulettes

Rating: EXPLICIT MDNI

Words: too many

Tags: fivesome, oral (m receiving), makeouts, penetrative sex, ghoul on ghoulette on ghoulette on ghoulette on ghoulette action

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“What did you say you needed help with?”

“Oh, you know,” Aurora chirps, gently but firmly dragging Mountain by the hand down the corridor. “Need some stuff high up. Lifting. That sort of thing.”

Mountain furrows his brow.

“No one’s stronger than Cumulus and Cirrus so I’m not sure why—“

Aurora is at the end of her rope with this one. If she didn’t hurry up and secure the bag, Sunny was going to give her hell.

“Yeah but no one is as big and tall as you, Mount,” she gushes, tugging him forward, “we need you.”

Mountain blushes and clears his throat. Something about compliments from the tiny ghoulette currently hauling him at an impressive speed always gives him butterflies. And so, he lets her guide him down the hall to the ghoulettes’ quarters, happy to be of assistance. When they reach the door Aurora flashes him a bright little smile which he mirrors before she opens it and shoves him in with surprising force.

“Finally, ‘Rora we thought you’d never get here.”

Their private little living room has been turned into a veritable den of sin in her absence, with all three ghoulettes lounging on cushions and pillows in varying levels of nudity and gazing at their prize.

Their prize gazes back. Oh, does he gaze.

“H-hi, girls,” he manages to breathe, his belly and his pants suddenly tight. “You needed help reaching something?”

Cumulus fixes Aurora with a stare.

“Really, Aurora? That’s what you told him?”

The petite ghoulette is halfway through stripping off her own clothes and nearly topples over in indignation.

“Hey, I got him here, yeah? You play fetch the ghoul next time.”

It’s not the first time Mountain has seen the ghoulettes naked it’s just…all of them. All at once. Looking so soft and so warm. And looking at him so…hungrily.

“Why, uh, why am I here? Actually.”

Sunshine snorts and a now fully nude Aurora sidles up behind him and runs her hands over his shoulder blades and down his back.

“We thought you deserved a treat, big boy,” Cirrus purrs, her fingers toying with a lock of Cumulus’ hair, “don’t you want us?”

His eyes dart to Sunny. Then Cumulus. Then Aurora. Then back to Cirrus.

“All of you?” he asks, incredulous and a little impressed. “At once?”

“Mmhmm,” Aurora murmurs, standing in front of him to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “You work so hard, Mount. We just want to take care of you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

He gurgles an affirmation as he lets Aurora tug his shirt out of his pants and throw it behind him.

“Like all of us taking turns with you? Bouncing on your cock? Sucking you off? We want to be good to you, baby. Let us be good to you.”

His mouth has gone completely dry at this point and to drive her point home, Aurora runs a small hand over the tent in his pants. The way she gazes up at him is all it takes for him to lose control. Bending down, he grabs her by the hips and lifts her, wrapping her legs around his waist. A delighted shriek comes from her and all at once the ghoulettes are on him. Lips and teeth nip at him as they remove the remainder of his clothing and lay him down on the cushions. They surround him, his little temporary harem, and Sunshine wastes no time in kissing a path down his chest. Suddenly, Cumulus grabs Aurora and kisses her, slow and wet, their limbs tangling before him.

“Like what you see?” Cirrus murmurs from beside him, her fingers running through his hair. Sunny’s path brings her face to face with his cock, hard and red and leaking. She gives him a quick smile before darting her tongue out and scooping up the dribble of pre that is sliding down his shaft.

“You’re always so sweet to us, Mount,” Cirrus purrs in his ear, “you take care of everybody. This is the least you deserve.”

Sunny removes her mouth from his cock in favor of stroking it and looking over her shoulder at the show behind her. Aurora has Cumulus on her back, sucking greedily on her nipple while working her fingers between her legs. When she draws them away and they glisten in the low light, he moans loudly.

“Give him a taste, ‘Rora,” Cumulus breathes from her pillows. Aurora crawls over to him and giggles as she places the tips of her fingers on his bottom lip. Eagerly his tongue slides out and he sucks them in, relishing the sweet taste of Cumulus.

“Clean them off nice and good, baby,” Aurora grins before peppering a series of kisses to the line of his jaw. When she pulls back and leans across his chest for a hot kiss with Cirrus, his head tips back against the pillows.

“Fuck, you’re all so…so…”

All eyes are on him now, smiles curling at their lips.

“Fucking beautiful. We don’t—ah,” Sunny lowers herself to suck the head of his cock into her mouth, “we don’t deserve you.”

A round of low laughter bounces off the walls of the small room.

“Tell that to Dew and Swiss next time they need help with their rut, yeah?” Cirrus smirks, tracing patterns into his chest.

He wants to lavish them with praise, tell them how perfect they are, but in an instant Sunny slides her mouth over his shaft and sucks. His hand flies to her russet curls.

“Fuck, Sun,” he moans, “just like that.”

Her mouth is unhurried as it takes the length of him, then sliding off completely. He very nearly whines until she begins sucking on his balls, letting her tongue dance around the skin.

“Don’t get him off too quickly,” Cirrus gently chastises the ghoulette between his legs, “we all want a turn.”

Sunny grins with all her teeth, “Oh we can easily get more than one out of him, isn’t that right handsome?”

Mountain laughs and regards them all with hazy eyes.

“I’ll stay here as long as you want me, girls.”

“Good boy,” Cirrus smiles, and the words make his cock twitch. “I think Aurora should get the honor of the first since she did the fetching.”

The petite ghoulette, currently in a tangle of limbs and tongues with Cumulus, gently attempts to extricate herself from the curvy ghoulette’s grip. Cumulus laughs and slaps her ass sharply.

“Go on, Rory,” she says, giving her nipple one last pinch, “I’ve always want to watch you take him.”

Sunshine obligingly moves out of the way so that Aurora can crawl up his body.

“Let’s show them how good this little cunt is at taking this big, fat cock, huh Mount?”

Her interactions with Cumulus have left her soaked, and she takes him firmly in hand to show him just how much.

“Fuck, ‘Rora,” he says hoarsely, “need you.”

“I know, baby,” she coos, lifting her hips up to and sliding down to prod at her entrance. “Gonna give you exactly what you want.”

Cirrus, Sunshine, and Cumulus are all rapt as they watch the tiny ghoulette slowly sink onto Mountain’s massive cock. Aurora whimpers and pants from the stretch but won’t give up until her hips are flush against his. When she does exactly that, Sunshine lets out a low whistle.

“Unholy shit, Rory,” she breathes, most impressed. “Remind me never to doubt your choice in toys again.”

Aurora beams and looks down at the ghoul beneath her. Mountain’s face is flushed, lips parted and damp, his eyes glossy as he looks up at her with adoration.

“‘Rora,” he says hoarsely, “p-please move.”

And so she does. Slowly, at first, sliding off him then taking him back in. She’s content at this pace for a few minutes, when Mountain’s fingers dig into her hips.

“Wanna watch you bounce on his cock,” Cumulus purrs, her head in Cirrus’ lap.

Aurora looks down at the ghoul inside her.

“That what you want, Mount?”

“Y-yes. Yes. Fuck ‘Rora I need it.”

She leans down to place a sweet kiss on his lips before straightening her back. In an instant her movements become sharp and frantic, riding him with impressive force. He looks up at her - the way her long hair hangs in her face, the way sweat slides down her sternum, the way her beautiful little tits bounce with the rhythm - and he is awestruck. She keeps worrying at her lower lip as she pants atop him and he knows she’s close.

“So good, Mount, touch me.”

Without a second thought his fingers fly to where the two of them are joined and his thumb rubs rapid circles over her swollen clit. Her cries become ever louder and her back arches as she takes him over and over. Beside him Sunshine lets out a groan and he feels the warmth of her cum spurting onto his side. Cirrus and Cumulus are lip locked but their eyes remain on their fellow ghoulette.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum, fuck Mountain, yes baby that’s it, just like that.”

When she cums, her mouth hangs open in a silent scream and her cunt spasms around him. That’s all it takes for him to topple over the edge and suddenly he’s fucking up into her, painting her walls with ropes of seed as he chants her name. When both their hips finally slow, she collapses on his chest, her sweat-slick breasts pressed firmly against him. There’s a silence, from everyone, as they allow the couple to catch their breath and regain their bearings. Aurora takes advantage of the quiet to prop her chin up on Mountain’s chin. Silently she places one, two, three kisses to his face before pushing back and easing herself off of him. When she falls backwards and spreads her legs, Mountain growls as they all watch his cum leak from her red and swollen cunt.

“You done, sweetheart?” Cirrus asks from beside him, raking fingers through his hair once more. “Or do you think you can take more of us?”

He laughs, exhausted but up for the challenge.

“Give—give me a minute. Then I’ll let you all have your wicked way with me.”

Sunshine snorts in his ear and places a swift kiss to his cheek before wiping her cum off his belly. Cumulus and Cirrus recline on their respective pillows, chatting about recent abbey gossip. And Aurora, sweet Aurora, sits across from him still catching her breath. When he smiles at her she gives him a saucy little wink and blows a kiss.

He’d help the ghoulettes get something off the top shelf any day.

[fandomtherapy44]

Behind the roadhouse Dean x reader

Summary: Y/n has a bit of a crush on Dean but there's kind of a problem. He's a Winchester

paring: Dean x reader

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Warnings: Language, SMUT 18+

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Monsters- Vampires, werewolves,ghouls and those aren't even the scary parts of my life. Try to deal with creepy men while working at a bar. Not just any bar, a hunter's bar, my family's bar. My mom Ellen Harville is one of the most badass women you'll ever meet and one of the toughest people but a loving mom. My little half-sister Jo is the other most important person in my life. Well, she’s twenty four so not so little but she will always be to me. My Mom had me with a random hookup she had when she was younger, told him and he took off so when I met Bill I was hesitant but then he became the best father that I ever got and I got a little sister out of the deal too. But then he died in a hunter accident so my mom forbade Jo and I not to hunt but then two sons walked into the bar and a particular Winchester got me not just enthralled with helping people from monsters but in him.

I was wiping down the bar when two tall handsome strangers walked in. “Hey there, welcome to the roadhouse. What can I do for you to get information, a drink, or both?” I finished with a smile mainly focusing on the blonde one. What can I say? I'm a sucker for green eyes. He gives me a flashing smile. “Hey there…” “Y/n” “Y/n, we’re looking for Ellen Harville do you know her?” “I better she’s my mom I’ll be right back.” They both look at each other in confusion. I walk back to the little kitchen. “Hey Mom, two guys are here looking for you.” She gets up and follows me back to them. “Hey there fellows I heard you're looking for me.”

“Uh yeah we’re John Winchester's sons and we got your call.” And the rest flew by so quickly. Ash helped Sam to look up information on the case and while that happened Dean and I had a talk. I poured him a drink and slid it to him. “What’s this for?” I shrugged while sipping a coke. “For your Dad, I'm sorry for your loss.” He took it and shot it back like it was water. “Thanks, you sound like you know the pain.” “My dad passed when I was thirteen so I know how it feels.” My heart panged with pain a little like it did every time I thought of my Dad. “Oh well, I'm sorry for you too, cheers to our dad’s.” We raise our glasses and I'm left with a thought that Dean Winchester doesn't seem like a bad guy.

After that, Sam and Dean would visit us whenever they could and when they needed info. Dean’s and I’s relationship just grew and grew with every late-night talk, pool game, and drink. And it was scaring the shit out of me. I was closing up the bar and Dean and I were having another one of our talks. “Burger or hotdog?” he asks me. “Uh hotdog, is there any other choice.” I playfully responded. “What do you mean hotdog crazy lady?” “So I'm assuming your burger.” I leaned down to his level and he gave me his signature smirk. “Of course.”

With that, he swiped his tongue over his lips while he was staring at me. We both had the same idea we leaned in and to be this close was intoxicating, his breath hot and our noses were touching but my mom did not like our idea. “Dean we are closing for the day.” my mom said from the doorway and we quickly pulled away. “Uh right sorry I'll see you guys later.” He grabbed his jacket and gave me one more look before he walked out. “Mom! What the hell!” “You can not be with that Man!” “Why?” She looked down thinking about something but decided against it. “Just please be careful with those boys.” She turned away before I could ask any more questions.

Dean and Sam had not been back since night. I mean they're busy but it felt personal to me. I tried to forget those butterflies that I got every time I got around Dean but for some reason I couldn't. Every guy that I had been with wasn’t really serious and I was fine with that but then I met Dean and in my locked trunk of hopes in my heart that maybe he was different. And he was. 

It was early in the morning and I was waiting at the table for Jo. She sneakily walks in going to the fridge. I flip on the light. “Late-night snacks sis?” She jumped at me. “Jezze Y/n I thought you were Mom.” I get up and go to the fridge to get a beer. Yes, I did need it to deal with my little sister’s attitude. “No, I'm worse. Mom would go easy on you compared to me.” “Y/n please let me go, I can do this!” I sign and sit down. “Sit down Jo.” she does. “Jo look, the reason I'm like this is because I couldn't bear if anything happened to you like… Dad and mom would agree.”

She looks down at her fiddling hands. “N/n I'm doing this because of Dad you got more time with him all I remember are the short times he came back from hunting. If I can do this I won't feel like I barely know him.” She was right. I couldn't take that away from her if this was her way of feeling closer to our Father then I would have to let her, even if that meant hunting. I sigh deeply, standing up and taking out my knife and handed it to her. “What is this?” “It was Dad’s” She looked up at me like I had given her gold.

“But he gave this to you.” “He did but it was his hunting knife and it's just been sitting in my pocket not doing much hunting so it seems right that you take it.” She jumps up and hugs me tight. “Thank you, thank you.” I pull back to look at her. “You can thank me by sending me the case and the location and call me everyday to make sure you're safe.” She nods her head. “Okay, that’s fair.” We let go. “Okay get out of here before Mom gets up.” She smiles excitedly grabs her bag and practically skips out the door.

She had Ash set up a paper trail of casinos down the state line so Mom wouldn't really know where she was. Mom did not like it but had accepted it. It was about two days in and she finally called me. “Hey, I thought we said every day.” “Sorry, I got distracted.” “By what?” I asked a little confused. “Sam and Dean.” “They're there!” “Yeah I guess we picked up on the same story.” “So you have help good good.” All that was running through my head was Dean. “N/n you okay?” She asked, hearing my pause. “Yes, I am, well call to update me. Love you.” “Love you too sis.” She hung up and I just sat there for a second and the next one I decided what I was going to do.

I walk to the apartment door and knock on it. The door opened and there was Dean. My heart quickens but I play it off cool. “Hey, Dean.” “Hey, Y/n.” He steps aside and I come in. “Y/n what are you doing here?” Jo questioned. “Uh, I wanted to get in and gank this ghost.” “Why didn’t you just come with me in the first place.” That’s a good question and now for a good lie. “I was scared but I fought off the nerves.” That was a shit lie. “Okay well I'll catch you up.” I walk over to the map but not before looking at Dean and he looked back.

We had determined that the ghost was H.H Holmes I know it does sound insane and it is. I was mostly worried about Jo seeing she was exactly Holmes type. We were going to split off in pairs to search but not before I talked to Dean. “Hey” I stepped up to him.”Hey, you ready.” “as I'll ever be.” “Good well I'll be one phone call away.” “I know and if anything happens to Jo-” He put his arm on my shoulder. “It won't.” His eyes are so trusting. “And Dean.” “Mhh.” “You be careful too.” “I will.”

Sam and I were checking upstairs while Jo and Dean went downstairs. “So… did you really want to come.” He asked casually looking around. “Of course, I did for my sister.” He stopped to look at me. “Really that’s what you're going with I mean why not go in the first place and you're scared Y/n I've seen you punch a man square in the face for trying to take your tip.” To be honest I didn't even know myself. “I-” We were rounding the corner and straight into Dean. “Dean Dean!” He kept on walking. “Where’s Jo!” He stopped dead in his tracks and spun to face me. “She was taken.” He keeps on going and I'm frozen.

We were back in the apartment and I kept walking back and forth. We are looking in the blueprints to see where she could be hidden while Dean’s phone rings. It was my Mom. Fear got stricken through my body how would my Mom even look at me? How would I?” “She's gonna have to call you back, she's taking care of, uh, feminine business.” Dean responded back and I thought my lie from before was shit. “Look, we'll get her back.” My heart was thumping.

“The spirit we're hunting, it took her.” I could hear from where I was how worried she was. “She'll be okay, I promise.” “You promise. That is not the first time I've heard that from a Winchester.” What the fuck does that mean. Dean had the same response. he lowers the phone and hands it to me. “She wants to talk to you.” I shakily take it. “Mom I-” “Dont even how could you let her!” The tears started to fall from my eyes and my face turned red from burning anxiety. “I'm sorry I just wanted her to feel closer to Dad.” “Well, she may be closer than you wanted now!” “You're her big sister!... Im so disapiontted in you.” She hangs up the phone with nothing else. I drop the phone on the bed. “I'll be right back.” I sobily say and run out.

I go out to the alleyway and kick the trashcan out of anger. “AHHH! Fuck!” I punched the wall and in my anger, and I had forgotten it was made out of brick. My knuckles started trickling blood and I slumped down the wall just feeling defeated. A pair of boots showed up in front of me. “Hey” I looked up and it was Dean. “Hey,” I respond softly my voice feeling raw. He sat down next to me. “We're going to find her N/n” I wipe my eyes.

“I shouldn't have let her go she was so desperate to feel something to our dad that I let her go… I'm so stupid.” I put my head in my crossed arms against my knees. “You are not stupid, you're a good sister.”  I dryly chuckle at myself. “I'm a sister who let her only sibling go hunting when I knew the danger.”  He sighs. “When I was sixteen and Sam was twelve we were hunting and I let him go look on by himself a ghost almost killed him.” I turn my head at him.

“Uh, no offense Dean but pep talk sucked.” “I not done the reason he didn't die is because he remembered what I had taught him and he had his tools not just weapons but knowledge and he was ready so is Jo she fine she has an amazing sister looking for her.” I wipe my tears and throw myself in his arms and he catches me. He pets my head in comfort I whisper. “Thank you.” We split apart really close. He leans forward pur noses touching. Then Sam comes running towards. “UH guys I think I know where she is.”

She and the other missing girl had been in a storm drain. When had trapped H.H. ghost and Jo and I got topside. She threw her arms around me. “Are you ok!?” I put my hands on her face. “No no I'm fine just some scratches.” She took out Dad's pocketknife. “This protected me. So thank you.” “Anytime sis.” The boys get out of the drain. Sam and Jo go off to talk and that leaves Dean and I alone. “So….” He starts. I Bear hug him. “Thank you for helping save my sister.” “Of course.” This time I'm going do it. I grab his face and he accepts it, “Ah am.” I look behind him and it's my mom I'm so tried of people fucking cock blocking me.

The ride home let's just say that Christmas with a stepmom twenty years old is more comfortable. We get to the roadhouse and Mom practically drags us in. “Ellen? This is my fault. Okay? I lied to you and I'm sorry. But Jo and Y/n did good out there, I think their dad would be proud.” Dean tried to reason. “Don't you dare say that. Not you. I need a moment with my daughters. Alone.” The boys leave. “You're angry. I understand.” Jo started.

“Angry? Angry doesn't begin to touch it.” I mean I know why she’s angry with me but Sam and Dean? “Is this about me hunting, or something else?” I tried “Mom they were right there, backing us up the whole time.” “Like father, like sons.” “Mom what the fuck is that suppose to mean.” “I’m sorry I shouldn't have said anything.” Both Jo and I look at each other. “Mom what are you not telling us.” 

I went on a little walk after I learned what happened I guess Jo talked to them about it but my emotions were all over the place. Jo and I had a talk which ended in crying and a hug. I didn't know how to feel especially now with Dean.

I was taking the trash out behind the roadhouse when I turned it was Dean. “Ahh Fuck! Dean, I almost threw this trash bag full of dirty napkins at you.” “Yeah shaking in my boots.” We just had a silent silence. “Look I just wanted to say sorry.” I was puzzled. “Why are you sorry?” “Because of my dad.” “Dean that wasn't your… fault.” He steps closer. “I know, but my dad's not here and I am so I'm sorry that Will is not here because of him.” I drop the trash and I kiss him. I didn't care at that moment that my clothes were covered in grease stains and a mix between blood and beer I had to. His lips were a little chapped but still were soft as a cloud. Our lips separated slowly. “I'm sorry I just..” His hands were on my hips now. “Had to.” He finished. 

18+ SMUT……

“I have about thirty minutes before my mom comes looking for me so do you wanna do this ?” He grabbed me and backed me to the wall. “Oh, I wanna do this I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you.” “Dean you-” I didn't get to finish my sentence before he kissed me again. And yes it was heaven. His tongue starts to prod my lips and I let him in. “Mhh Dean.” “You like that.” “Yes,” I said practically moaning. “How about this.” he goes down my neck slowly sucking on my sweet spots. “You are too good at that Dean.”

“Yeah, hopefully I'm good at this too.” He unbuttons my shirt slowly and kisses down my stomach. To my pants. “This okay.” He was on his knees his hands on my pants band. “Yes.” He pulled down my pants. Grabbed my panties with my teeth to easily pull down. He starts to kiss my inside thigh. “Oh my gosh.” I throw my hand to the wall to steady myself. He kitten licks my slit. “Ahh” He then puts his tongue in me. “Ohh Fuck Dean!” He goes fully in and eats me out like a madman. I am so close. I grab onto his shoulder and grip it tightly. “Just let go honey.” I did and he lapped it up.

“Oh my gosh did you go to school for that.” I breathily let out. “Yeah, I majored in it.” I chuckle and my hand goes to his pants. “Do you want me to return the favor?” He takes my hand. “I would love that but we have about ten minutes left and I want to show you why I graduated at the top of my class.” I nod and he unbuckles his pants and drops them. I look down and his shaft is standing proud. He pulled down his underwear and it was bigger than I expected. “You ready sweetness.”

“Always.” He gently grabs my head kisses me again and starts grinding against me. He then slips in. “Ahh Dean!” “Tell me when I can move,” It feels a little burning but then it turns into pleasure. “Dean you can move.” He goes in and out moving slowly. “Y/n you feel so good.” He grabs onto my hips to pull me up onto around his hips. He thrusts in and out faster and faster. He breaths into my neck and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I'm almost there are you Y/n” “Yes!” “Let's do it together!” He moves down to rub my clit. “Ahh fuck!” “Ok, one two three!” And we did. He pulled out his cock dripping with our fluids together. I then realized the time. “Dean I loved that but you have to go.” he grabs me one more time to leave a sweet kiss. “I'll call you.” “You better Dean Winchester.” He gathers himself and leaves. I didn't know where that left us but at least we would always have behind the roadhouse.

[ab4eva]

‘You Ain’t Shy, Don’t Lie’

Summary: Austin Butler x Reader // You decide to try something new and surprise your boyfriend with a special request.

Warnings: NFSW 18+ only, thigh riding, smut with little to no plot, titty play, dirty talk, tickling, established relationship, language, fluff, bad puns.

Word count: 2k

Authors note: Welcome to my Lazy Ghouls’ Kinktober, where I write one prompt each week of October. Thanks to @chestharrington for the great idea and for putting it together! I knew I couldn't commit to writing one fic each day, so this seemed like the perfect way to participate. Special thanks to @prompted-wordsmith for agreeing to write me a sentence prompt for each kink I chose 🩵 And thanks to Elvis who definitely messed with me while I was writing it and tried to get me to call Austin’s *ahem* “Coco” - just like we call his 🤭

Kink #1: Thigh riding

Prompt (via @prompted-wordsmith): “C'mon now, baby, sit on my lap. I won't bite... unless you ask me to.”

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Austin is drained after a long day of meetings, but when he walks in the front door to find you curled up on the couch, looking as cozy as he’s ever seen you, all of his exhaustion seems to just melt away. Glasses on and hair thrown up in a messy bun, wearing your favorite oversized Journey tee and fuzzy socks, you’re a sight for sore eyes, and it feels like he’s coming home in more ways than one. He leans against the doorframe, hands in his pockets and grinning like an idiot until you finally notice he’s there, looking up to return his smile.

“Hey you,” you say, setting aside your copy of Persuasion and stretching, taking off your glasses and rubbing the bridge of your nose. You expect him to be sitting down beside you by the time you look up at him again, but he’s still just holding up the doorframe like it’s his job, his long and lean body casually slouched, his eyes dancing with a sort of mischief. You stick out your bottom lip, pouting a little, and make grabby hands at him. He chuckles and launches out of the doorway and towards you so quickly you don’t have time to prepare before he’s on top of you, tickling you without mercy. You squeal and thrash, trying to wiggle out from underneath him, but his long fingers dig into your ribs relentlessly. You can’t stop giggling long enough to get a word in edgewise but you do manage to wrap your legs around his waist and slide to the floor, dislodging his attack for a split second, which you use to crawl away from him, holding up a couch pillow in defense.

“Hey,” you say breathlessly. “Hey now, is that any way to treat someone who has a surprise for you?” Your hair has fallen out of its bun and hangs loosely around your shoulders, your eyes sparkle with laughter and your cheeks have the prettiest pink tint to them - Austin thinks you’re the loveliest thing he’s ever seen.

“Mmm…is that right, baby? You planning on giving me something extra special to end this day on a really good note?” He starts to crawl towards you on his hands and knees, his blonde curls mussed and standing on end after your tussle. He looks like the cutest puppy you’ve ever seen and you can’t help but bite your lip to keep from laughing.

“Mm hmm…be a good boy, now, and you’ll get your treat.” His face flushes crimson and you stand, holding out your hand to him. He grabs it without hesitation, letting you pull him up and lead him to the bedroom. His hands are on your hips, squeezing gently and he whips you around the moment you’re near the bed, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. You feel how excited he is already and your hands move grab his ass, pulling him closer to you. He plants a kiss on your cheek, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear before moving to your neck, starting to nibble softly there with his teeth. You let out a low whimper, your breath leaving your body in a rush as you melt into his touch and he feels you start to squirm a little against him. He smiles into your neck as he continues to kiss and nibble gently at the sweet spot just below your ear that he knows sends electric sparks shooting through your body.

“Babe,” you pant, and it takes everything in you to pull away, “the surprise…” He groans at the loss of contact but keeps his hand firmly planted on your hips. He cocks an eyebrow curiously at you, his mouth curving into a half-smile, his blue eyes deepening a shade darker to navy, his pupils already blown wide.

“It’s…actually two-fold, this surprise. So, first of all…” You take a step back, out of his reach, and grasp the edge of your t-shirt, pulling it up and over your head to reveal a new lingerie set. A sheer black bra and panties, edged with lace, cling to your curves and you bite your lip as you wait for his reaction. His eyes go wide as he takes you in, from head to toe and back again. You see his chest heave, drawing your eyes to that little bit of chest hair peeking out through his open collar and suddenly you need him naked. You almost forget that he hasn’t said anything yet.

“You are so goddamn sexy, babe,” Austin breathes as he closes the distance between you again, grinning as he looks at you and moves to kiss your lips, letting the passion slowly build as he kisses you languidly. His fingers brush across the silky skin of your back, making you shiver and he lets out a groan of pleasure as his hands begin to roam the soft curves and smooth skin of your body, like he can see you better if he feels you.

“You like it?” Your voice is expectant and a little breathless.

“Like it? Sweetheart, I love it. You're so fucking beautiful…and I'm gonna to show you just how much I like it right now...” His head dips to lick a long stripe up your throat and your breath catches. You grab onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself.

“Babe, can we try something tonight?” You whisper, ducking your head a little. “I was thinking…that is I…want to…” you trail off, suddenly a little shy.

“You want to what, babe? You can tell me.” He raises his eyebrows as he lifts your chin with his finger, causing you to meet his gaze. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“Well…I think…” you take his hand and lead him to the bed, pushing him down onto it gently to where he’s leaning against the headboard. “You’re here…and…bend this leg for me?” you say, tapping his right leg, and he obeys, bending it up and placing his foot flat on the bed. “And I want to…” you stop, suddenly shy again.

“You want to what, shy girl? Go on, whisper it in my ear.” Austin smiles, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer, causing you to lean over him, your ample chest in his face. You blush and lean down to whisper in his ear. “I want to ride your thigh…” you bite your lip and pull away, looking at him expectantly. Austin feels the air leave his body for just a moment and his heart starts to beat a little bit quicker. The blush on your cheeks and your timid smile, in contrast with the almost sinful lingerie you have on, does something to him.

“C'mon now, baby, sit on my lap. I won't bite... unless you ask me to,” he murmurs as he nips your bottom lip with his teeth and pulls you in for a heated kiss, grabbing some of your hair in his hands and pulling lightly. You moan and start to unbutton his shirt, as his hands make quick work of his pants. You help him shed his clothing until he’s naked and in position again, his cock straining and standing at attention. You can’t help but lean down to plant a kiss on his pretty pink tip and it waggles in appreciation. You giggle and his cheeks color slightly.

“One more thing,” you say with a chuckle.

“Ok, pretty girl, name it,” he says with laughter in his voice as well.

“Well…I know how much you love my ass. And I was thinking…what if I faced away from you? And we can watch each other in the mirror….” you trail off. Instead of a verbal answer, Austin just growls and pulls you onto his lap so that you’re straddling his thigh and facing away from him, settling his hands on your hips and leaning in to trail little kisses across your back.

“My inventive girl. I'm going to love seeing you this way.” His hands travel up from your hips and grab onto your breasts as he gently pinches your nipples, making you gasp and grind down on his thigh a little. “And seeing you watching me as I watch you...” He bites your shoulder and you grab onto his knee to steady yourself. Austin starts to kiss and nibble your back, his hands sliding up and down your body as he slowly makes his way to your hips again. He grips them tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh. You let a breath out as you feel his firm thigh beneath you, already pressing against your sensitive clit. His eyes meet yours in the mirror and a heated look passes between you. His face is filled with anticipation and he can see the pleasure you're already feeling.

“Alright, my princess, let's have some fun,” Austin says as he looks at you in the mirror, kissing your earlobe and nibbling that spot just below it to send a jolt through your body. You moan a little as you start to move on his thigh, the friction sending a shockwave through you. You’ve already soaked through the sheer panties you’re wearing, the wetness of the thin material only adding to your pleasure. Austin let’s his eyes travel down your body, stopping at your breasts as he moves his hands to cup them, kneading gently before slipping his fingers inside your bra, toying with your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks. He pulls your heavy breasts out of the bra completely, gripping one in each of his large hands. Your head arches back and you slide down his thigh, pressing harder, the slickness from your arousal easing your way.

You look at Austin in the mirror, his face clouded with lust and watching yours intently, his hands on your breasts, his hot breath panting heavily in your ear. Your eyes travel to your own face and are surprised to see how fucked out you look - your face is flushed, brows drawn together in concentration and your mouth parted wantonly. Something about seeing you and Austin entwined like this in the mirror sends a rush through you and you start to speed up your movements.

“That’s it, baby girl, just like that. Ride me good and hard. Put me away wet, just how I like it. Leave your cum smeared all over me. Soak me,” he whispers in your ear, his fingers pinching your nipples harder and that’s all you need to break apart, to push yourself that last little bit until you feel the familiar wave crest and wash over you as you come, squeezing your thighs together against his. Austin’s hands keep you from falling forward. Instead, he hauls you back again his chest, settling you in his lap as his arms wrap around you and your head rests on his shoulder, catching your breath.

“Jesus. Austin. That was…” you can’t finish your thought, still coming down from your high.

“Incredible,” he finishes for you, kissing your temple and smoothing the hair back from your forehead. “You trickster, you. Bet you had this whole thing planned, right down to the book you were pretending to read when I got home.” He squeezes your waist lightly, making you jump a little.

“Hey,” you say indignantly, “I never joke about Jane Austen.” You grin at him in the mirror. “But I’m glad I could surprise you, baby. End your day on thigh note,” you tease. He groans at your bad joke.

“Just for that, missy, looks like I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson,” he whispers in your ear, before flipping you over on the bed, pinning you down and tickling you right in your ticklish spot. You yelp and giggle, but there’s no getting away this time.

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Tagging some Austin lovers who might be interested, since I don’t have an official tag list: @elvisabutler @butlersxbirdy @precious-little-scoundrel @jelliedonut @missmaywemeetagain @eliseinmemphis @slowsweetlove @purejasmine @prompted-wordsmith @austinsmutler @klizzie93 @burninlovebutler @steph-speaks @austiebuttbutt @areacodefan @stylespresleyhearted @austinstyles @blurredcolour @richardslady121 @joshuntildawn13

[lnakoi]

More of jongerry as the ghoul boys

[ID: Magnus Archives fanart redrawing Jon and Gerry as Shane Madej and Ryan Bergara.

Gerry looks at the camera with Jon beside him and says, "Well, I think alcohol is a gateway to sinfulness and hell."

Gerry, seen through night vision, says something that's cut off but starts with "Deez." Jon, standing in a dark place, says, "Are you try to get me to say deez nuts?"

Jon frowns, "This was not part of the agreement, you dick."

Jon grins at a walkie talkie captioned "(Gerry yelling)".

Gerry holds up a hand confidingly and says to the camera, "Hey look, steal from the rich. Do it." End ID]

id done by: @princess-of-purple-prose !

[lovelytsunoda]

still alive | pato o' ward

summary: pato's girlfriend really likes halloween. in fact, it's her whole brand. especially since her dad starred in 'scream' and 'scooby-doo' and 'five nights at freddys'. like seriously, this holiday was made for her

pairing: pato o' ward x lillard! reader

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yn.lillard its the most wonderful time of the year

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patriciooward my skeleton gingerbreads are cooler than your skeleton gingerbreads

-> yn.lillard say sike rn! we all know mine are better. i can call my dad and he can be the deciding vote

-> patriciooward no need, i ate them all already anyways :)

-> yn.lillard i love you you big dork

-> patriciooward i know. but do you love me as much as you love billy loomis?

-> yn.lillard see it sounds odd when you remember that to me, he's just uncle skeet.

davidmalukas you got the pumpkins i got the paint and the hocus pocus dvd. what do you say we all meet at yn's dads and have ourselves a pumpkin painting party?

-> yn.lillard you just want to drink beers with my dad and uncle skeet, don’t you?

-> matthewlillardofficial how does friday sound?

user they give such black cat orange cat energy

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halloween horror nights

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yn.lillard its a hot ghoul summer!!! #hhn24

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elbaoward please tell me you got a video of pato screaming when the clown on stilts came up behind him

-> yn.lillard of course i did, i'm the best girlfriend ever

-> patriciooward delete that

-> yn.lillard what are you going to do to make it worth my while? 😏

patriciooward repeat after me: pato you are the sweetest most loveable man on planet earth. god created men and then sent me as an apology

-> yn.lillard someone has a big ego (i love you too sweetheart!)

alexanderrossi so where is this video of pato

-> patriciooward GONE

-> yn.lillard ill send it to u when im done jumping his bones

-> matthewlillardofficial YN YMN LILLARD

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Pato O'Ward talks victory at Milwaukee, summer break with his girlfriend and the first time he met future father-in-law Matthew Lillard

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yn.lillard hey google, play i miss you by blink 182

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yourbestfriend i realize there was a specific lyric you were trying to reference there but it is not coming across right bestie

-> yn.lillard ok let me be more specific *clears throat* HELLO THERE THE ANGEL OF MY NIGHTMARES THE SHADOW IN THE BACKGROUND OF THE MORGUE

patriciooward we can live like jack and sally if we want and we'll have halloween on christmas ❤️

-> yn.lillard and in the night we'll wish this never ends, we'll wish this never ends

user oh that boy is so whipped

skeetulrich kid why did i just get a text message from lover boy here asking if i knew your ring size?

-> yn.lillard YOU WHAT

-> patriciooward no reason!! totally not planning something!!

-> matthewlillardofficial ahem. do we need to have a talk?

-> patriciooward nope! all good here!

yn.lillard just posted to her story

[location tag: calgary, alberta]

MESSAGES BETWEEN YN AND HER FATHER

daddy

I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. And remember, I still have the Ghostface costume so if you ever need me to get rid of him, just give me a call.

yn

DAD! I promise you'll never have to do that.

daddy

Good. I'm looking forward to having him as my son in law.

[coffeeghoulie]

date night

a gift for @askingforthesun <3

The first time Aether has Swiss and Dew over to his apartment is the first time Swiss meets Lady. Both of them are nervous messes.

Takes place in the hockey au, but you don't have to have read that to read this; Swiss, Aether, and Dew are teammates on the Ghouls, and have just fallen into a relationship with each other. Takes place not long after Five Minutes for Fighting. 2.6k of fluff.

divider by @ghuleh-recs <3

Aether's nervous. He doesn't know why. It's them.

He steps up to Swiss and Dew as they're changing out of their practice jerseys and stripping out of their gear, the locker room filled with chatter from their other teammates.

Swiss sees him first, flashing him with that bright, warm grin. "Hey, Cap. What's up?"

Dew turns, unweaving the braid Aether had put in his hair a few hours ago. Aether feels his heart swell, swallowing back his nerves. His palms sweat like a fifteen year old boy asking his crush to prom. He's never felt like this in his life.

"Would the two of you like to have dinner tonight?" Aether keeps his voice as level as he can. "There's a Vietnamese place near mine that I think you'd like, get some carry out and watch a movie or something?"

They've been dating for a while, but they've never actually been to his apartment before. Even Dew, who used to live with him before they were called up to the major leagues, hasn't been. They've been going out to eat, sneaking into each other's hotel rooms while they're out on away games, but nothing as domestic as coming over yet.

Swiss seems to read past the facade, something warm in his brown eyes. He reaches for Aether's forearm, fingers just barely brushing over the sleeve of his button up. "I can't speak for Dewey, but I'd love to."

Aether's posture relaxes the moment Swiss touches him. He nods, his lips crooking up in a smile as he turns to Dew.

“Aether,” Dew grins, toothy and something bright in his eyes. "I will never say no to an opportunity to see my little girl."

Aether laughs, any last remnants of nerves crumbling to dust. Swiss's brow furrows, looking from Aether to Dew and back again.

"Oh, he means my cat," Aether laughs, rolling his eyes fondly at Dew. "Oh, you've never met Lady, that's right."

Swiss's expression relaxes, and he turns to throw a wad of tape into the trash can. "I've never really been a cat guy," he says, voice a little cautious. "But I'm sure she's nice. I mean, the two of you like her."

"Oh, she's the best," Dew says, zipping up his bag and standing from the bench. He turns to Aether. "She still play fetch with hair ties?"

Aether huffs a soft laugh. "Don't have any hair ties in the apartment anymore unless my sister's visiting. She loves that cat, but she's a little less fond of fetch."

"Little buzzkill," Dew says, knocking his shoulder against Aether's. "Anyways. I'm pretty certain you told me where you were when you moved out here. Let us run our bags home and we can meet you there?"

Dew glances to Swiss and back to Aether, the locker room emptying rapidly around them. Swiss nods, putting his helmet back in its bag. "That sounds great to me. Aeth?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Aether meets them there, the nerves returning. He hides the tremble in his hands by shoving them into his pockets. Swiss grins easy as he steps up to him, glancing around before kissing his cheek. Dew's changed into a leather jacket over a worn out band tee and tight black skinny jeans, Swiss into a cream button up and dark slacks, hands in his pockets.

Swiss waves, and the two of them follow Aether into the apartment building. They don't need words, Aether thinks. This is a normal thing that partners do. He takes them up the elevator and down the hall to his door.

The keys rattle as Aether turns them in the knob. He knows they're right behind him, almost hovering. He doesn't know why he's nervous. He loves both of them, trusts both of them, for fuck's sake, he's lived with Dew before.

He takes a sharp breath in as he opens the door and steps in. The first thing Aether hears is a quiet "mrrp" and a thud, and he smiles as Lady skids around the corner, having woken up from her nap on the couch. Her claws tap on the vinyl, tail curled forward in a relaxed arc.

Dew gasps in delight at the sight of her, but Aether doesn't turn. "Hi, sweetheart," Aether coos, and she meows brightly as she weaves through his legs, rubbing herself against his pant legs with her amber eyes squeezed shut. He'll lament cleaning red cat hair from his pants later, but he's used to the woes of cat ownership after so long. Lady purrs happily, blinking.

It's then she seems to notice the two men Aether's brought home with him. Her ears and whiskers flick forward, tail flicking at the tip.

Aether turns, eyes flicking from Lady to his partners, watching all three of them carefully. Dew grins, almost as toothy as Swiss's, and he drops to a crouch.

Lady chirps and rubs her cheek against Dew's outstretched hand. "Aw, she remembers me," he says, scooping up all nine pounds of cat into his arms easily. Lady purrs loudly, rubbing her chin against Dew's jaw as he stands back up.

Swiss watches, and Aether can almost see the slight apprehension past the facade of his smile. It's the one he uses for the press circuits after bad games, where he's exhausted and just wants it to be over with. "You good?" Aether asks softly, hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, yeah," Swiss says, leaning his head towards him. "Grew up with two Dobermans. Blitz and Bubbles. Was never really around any cats. Nothing against Lady, she's such a pretty girl."

Aether beams. "Yeah, she's a gorgeous little thing. You should have seen her when she was little. She really grew into those ears."

Swiss snorts, glancing over as Dew coos over Lady. "She warms up real quick to strangers, huh?"

Aether makes a face, and Swiss isn't quite sure what to make of it. "Not normally. She, uh, Lady knows Dew already. I got her two months before Dew got called up to play for the Ghouls."

Swiss snaps his fingers before pointing at him. "That's right, he did say something about the two of you living together."

"I did," Dew looks up from where he's buried his face in fur. "We should probably get out of the entranceway," he says, sputtering as Lady shoves the top of her head against his chin and he gets a mouthful of cat hair for it. The three of them laugh, and Aether rubs the back of his neck.

"Yeah, living room's this way," he says, leading them around the corner Lady appeared from into his living room.

There's a black L-shaped couch tucked into the corner, a large window looking out over the city, an ottoman that doesn't quite match on a rug. The opposite wall has a decent sized tv mounted over the mantle, various knick knacks and trinkets set underneath. A framed family picture sits on an end table by the couch, and Swiss sees faces that look vaguely familiar behind the glare of the glass, but he's too busy watching Dew coo over Lady to really worry about that.

He's in someone else's home. Even though Aether was the last to join the three of them, Aether and Dew have known each other longer. He stands at the threshold of the living room, watching.

Aether sees him floundering and reaches for him. "You want to say hello to her?" He asks, voice as gentle as it ever is, and it feels good as it brushes over Swiss's fraying nerves.

"Yeah," he breathes, meeting Dew's eye as he steps towards him and his armful of purring cat. He puts her down onto the armrest of the couch, and she meows up at him in betrayal.

Dew laughs softly at her. He leans in to Swiss conspiratorially, a mischievous look in his eye. "She likes scratches under her chin," he says, like he's disclosing state secrets. Swiss smiles, easy and genuine, knocking his shoulder against his.

"Let her sniff," Aether says, holding out his hand in example, fingers curled gently into a fist. "Just like a dog."

Swiss nods, mimicking the way Aether holds his hand. He offers Lady his fist, feeling hot little puffs of breath as she smells him, her whiskers held forward curiously. Swiss realizes he's holding his breath.

After a moment, she must deem him acceptable, shoving her head forward to rub against his knuckles. "Aww," Dew coos, stepping around them to find the Vietnamese place's takeout menu on the end table. "Little princess likes you."

Swiss watches enraptured as Lady starts to purr while she rubs against him. He flips his hand slowly, scratching blunt nails into the soft white fur under her chin. Her purring grows exponentially louder.

Aether grins as Dew leans into his side, a play pout on his face. "Aeth," he whines, batting lashes up at him. "Could we please get an order of bánh cam with dinner?"

He rolls his eyes, but he's smiling, and Swiss feels how warm it is even from the slight distance. "Fine, we can get bánh cam. Also, you don't need that, you've been eating there for long enough I know your order."

Dew sighs dramatically, offering the menu to Swiss, but he's too busy petting Lady. She's purring far loudly than he'd imagined a little cat could. He turns, a boyish smile on his face. "I, uh, I trust your judgment, I'm happy to try anything, really."

"Alright, so how does splitting an order pho and spring rolls sound?" Aether offers, pulling his wallet out of his pocket. "Dew's getting an extra spicy salmon bánh mì, as he does every time he eats here. So adventurous."

"So what?" Dew teases, knocking his shoulder into Aether's. "I know what I like. Nothing wrong with that."

Swiss laughs, moving to sit down on the couch. He runs his fingers through the long russet fur, darker along the line of Lady's spine. He's only half paying attention. "Yeah, Aeth, that sounds great."

He doesn't see it, so entranced with Lady, but Aether and Dew share a look over his head. "Alright," Aether says, setting his hand on Swiss's shoulder for just a moment. "Dew, I think I'll need two pairs of hands to bring everything back, you want to come with?"

"Oh, I'd love to." Dew perks up, and Swiss looks up with a glint of worry in his eyes.

Aether, perceptive as he always is, catches it, his grip on Swiss's shoulder tightening for just a moment. "I was going to ask if you wanted to pick a movie while went and picked up dinner. Remote's on the end table, bathroom's right down the hall."

"Oh," Swiss says, feeling something odd in his chest at the implications. Of being trusted with this place, with Lady, someone that's so dearly important to the two of them. "I- I will. Thank you."

Aether's brow furrows, and Dew pauses from where he's zipping up his jacket. He feels pinned to the couch by their gazes. "For what?" Aether asks softly.

Swiss swallows. His hand stills on Lady's back, and she meows, upset he's stopped petting her. "For, uh, man this is stupid, for letting me into all of this. After everything," he says, taking a second to remember all of the scrapes him and Dew had gotten into, the one where Aether had thrown him to the ice to protect his teammate.

He's been part of the Ghouls now for months. Been seeing Dew outside of the hookups for just as long. But this is still new, wobbly legged and fresh. One wrong move and-

There's a hand in his hair, just as tender as the one he'd been petting Lady with. Swiss looks up, shoulders slumping as he sees Aether looking down at him fondly. "We both love you, Swiss," Aether says. "And that besides, you are a dear and trusted teammate."

"And," Dew cuts in. "You and I both knew what we were getting into back then. Except for that one little misunderstanding, but we got that all cleared up. Aeth said it, we love you."

Swiss smiles, leaning into Aether's hand. Takes a deep breath. Continues to pet Lady, who arcs up into his touch. "Love you too. Thank you. I'll- uh, I'll find something to watch while we eat."

"It should be around twenty minutes. Miss princess will keep you company," Aether leans down and kisses his cheek. He beams up at him as Aether and Dew step towards the front door. Lady chirps, hopping down to try and follow them. "No, Lady-baby, you can't come with. Hang out with Swiss."

"See you in a bit," Swiss says, settling into the couch cushion.

"See you in a bit," Dew echoes, and they're both off to get dinner. Swiss swallows as the door latches, suddenly alone.

Lady waits at the door, meowing forlornly for several moments before padding back into the living room. Her tail, fluffy and soft, flicks back and forth as she trots back to the couch.

"Hey, pretty lady," Swiss coos. She meows, rubbing against his legs. He leans down to pet her, and she runs her tail through his fingers, before doubling back to rub her face against his hand.

"Oh, you're such a sweet girl," he hums, only startling a little bit when she hops up onto the couch next to him. "Oh, hi."

She's purring up a storm, much louder than he'd imagined a cat could. Lady stares up at him, pupils wide, leaving her irises a thin ring of amber. "They'll be back," he says, looking back at her. "They're getting dinner."

She meows, sharp and loud, before stepping up onto Swiss's thigh. He lets out a little 'oof' as she climbs up into his lap. For such a little cat, all of her weight on four concentrated little points is still a little more than he was expecting. She meows again, stretching up to butt the top of her head against his chin.

"Hi," he laughs, scratching under her chin. She purrs happily before turning in a circle and laying down right in Swiss's lap.

His eyes go wide, a soft little gasp escaping him. "Oh, Lady," he whispers, staring down in his lap in disbelief as she makes herself comfortable. She purrs even louder.

Swiss can't move. Can't lean over to grab the remote, because what if she moves? What if he jostles her and she darts off and hides and he never sees her again? He knows he said that he'd pick something to watch, but they can't blame him, can they?

He stares down at her, hand under her chest as she purrs, eyes shut and tail tucked around her body, a tiny red ball of cat. He stares and stares and stares until he hears keys turn in the apartment door.

The smell of savory and spicy food fills the air as Aether and Dew step back into the apartment, each carrying a big brown paper bag. "You pick something ou-" Aether starts to ask, cutting himself off as he takes in the position Swiss is in. He sets down his bag of food on the counter and walks over to the couch. "Oh, we're never getting rid of you."

"Hmm?" Swiss says, soft, still trying not to disturb the cat in his lap.

"She really likes you," Dew says, pulling a small baguette wrapped in wax paper out of the paper bag he'd carried. "Lady's real skittish with new people. She's known you for what, an hour at best? You can't leave now. Ever."

Swiss looks up at Aether, glancing over to Dew. He beams. "You'd have to make me."

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Fearless Hunter Saved

Summary: Dean Winchester x Fe!Reader -> You are the most fearless hunter Dean knows. But he also knows sometimes, even the most fearless, get scared.

Disclaimer: This is a lot of Sad-Fluff. Attacked by a vamp, descriptions and mentions of blood, cuts and old scars. This might get a follow-along, maybe. Not proof read.

Dean had known you long enough to know you didn’t get scared. Ever. 

He might have only known you for six years, but it was longer than long enough to know when it came to Hunting - - you were one of the best. 

But he also knew everyone had their point. Maybe not a breaking point, but a point big enough to scare even the most fearless of Hunters. 

And for you, that was a Vamp hunt. 

You had done plenty of Hunts in your time. Even long before you met the Winchester boys. Werewolves, Vampires, Ghosts, Ghouls…if it was dead, you could kill it. 

But there was something about this hunt. This vampire nest. 

It was a point. 

Going into it, you were fine. You were normal. 

Until Dean looked over and found you gone. 

You had been fighting off a Vamp in the back corner of the barn last he had seen. 

Then he heard a scream. 

It wasn’t long until he found you; fighting for your life, weaponless, bleeding and getting weaker by the second. 

“Beg for your life.” The vamp kept telling you. “Go ahead, beg. No-one will hear you scream. You want to die with dignity? A Hunter, turning into something they fear the most. Go ahead, beg for your life and I might just do you justice and make sure your friends have a quick death.”

You shook your head, trying your best to fight off the tears but clearly losing. “Please…please don’t-”

The vamp laughed, feeling your limbs weaken beneath their hands. Only, as you closed your eyes, expecting death, everything went silent. 

The hands around your arms and the weight above your body became lighter and your chest…had never felt heavier. 

It took three low breaths for you to focus your gaze on Dean who was standing above you, having kicked the decapitated body from yours. 

“Dean…”

Then he finally got a clear look at your face. 

The only emotion he could read was

Fear. 

Replacing his blade by his side, he lowered himself towards you, helping you sit up a little. 

“Hey, look at me, you’re okay.” He brushed the stray hairs from your face and tried his best to survey the cut across your head. “We got em’ all. You’re okay.”

Then, you hugged him. Tight. 

You were known to hug both Sam and Dean a lot more often than any other Hunter, but it was never anything longer than three seconds and a quick check to make sure they were okay. 

But this was different. 

Dean could feel your entire body shaking in his arms. Your breathing was uneven to say the least and the grip of your fingers in his back were more than just a warning that you were terrified. 

“Hey, Sweetheart, look at me. Hey,” Dean leaned back a little so he could see your face. “It’s gonna be okay.” 

He brushed the tears from your eyes before pressing a kiss to your forehead and bringing you back to him. 

“Keep your arms around my neck, okay?”

You nodded against him. 

“I need words, darlin’. Need to hear your voice.”

“Okay.”

Your voice was quiet. Nervous. Shaking. 

Dean pressed his hand to your head as he held you closer to him and lifted you up. 

“Dean?! Dean! What’s-”

“Get in the car, Sam.”

Sam didn’t ask again. Instead, he packed up the rest of the kit as Dean carried you towards the car, opened up the door and helped you inside. When Sam slid into the passenger seat, he tried his best to gauge his brother’s reaction but couldn’t find an explanation. 

All he had seen was you being picked up by Dean and carried to the car. 

The drive that usually took two hours took far less to get home. And the entire way back, Dean’s gaze kept flicking to you in the rear view mirror. You didn’t look up once, and if you did, he didn’t catch you doing so. 

From what he could see, your hands were still shaking and tears were still silently falling from your eyes. 

In all the years he had known you, he had never once seen you cry. 

It wasn’t an image he wanted to see again. 

Seeing you cry pained him in a way he didn’t know even existed within him. 

By the time he pulled into the Bunker, he rounded the car and helped you out of it, lifting you once more. 

Your breathing had calmed a little against his neck but your body was still trembling. 

“You’re safe, Sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

The next words out of Dean’s mouth felt like they were lightyears away. It was something to Sam, about…you couldn’t work out what. 

And by the time you opened your eyes and looked up, Dean had sat you next to the double sink basin in one of the Bunker bathrooms. 

“I’ll be back in a minute, Sweetheart, stay there.”

And you did. 

Less than thirty seconds later, Dean returned with fresh towels, a first aid kit from your room, a change of clothes and one of his hoodies. 

He had removed his jackets so now he stood in front of you, a little blood-stained, in a black t-shirt, jeans and boots. 

“I’m gonna clean you up, so this might sting a little. But I need you to stay awake, okay.”

You nodded again. 

“Words, Sweetheart. I need to hear your voice.”

You swallowed thickly. “Okay.”

You didn’t know how much time passed. Just that it had. 

“Just count my breathing, Sweetheart.” Dean told you after a while. 

Your breathing was becoming shallow, the longer it took for him to clean up your wounds. He didn’t want you to fall into a panic attack. 

“Here.”

Taking your hand in his, he pressed two of your fingers against his pulse on his neck. “Just follow along.”

“Okay.”

By the time he finished, a string of “sorry”’s each time you hissed in pain - though it wasn’t often, Dean turned on the shower. 

“Do…do you want me to help?” 

Any other time, Dean would be thinking less and less with his brain and more and more with another. Except, this was different. 

He had never seen you scared. Ever. 

He’d seen you die. Twice. And each time come back fighting, stronger than ever. 

But, sitting there. You looked like you were two seconds away from collapsing into a coma and waking up with a panic attack. 

He didn’t want to leave you. 

And you didn’t want to be alone. 

“Please.”

Dean nodded and for the following fifteen minutes, tried his best to give you as much privacy as he could despite the fact he was the one lifting the clothes from your body. 

And it just occurred to him that he had never truly seen your skin before. 

Not in a sexual way, or at least, he wasn’t trying to think that way. 

No, you were always covered up. You got dressed inside the bathroom after a shower. It was rare he saw you in something that wasn’t a pair of worn out jeans and a t-shirt. Even when he had seen you in a skirt or dress, it was always floor length or you wore tights. 

But now he was seeing…you. 

From your back alone, there were at least a dozen small scars and half a dozen deep ones that had been stitched at some point or another. 

New bruises were forming on your sides from where you had been fighting against The Vamp. And your legs…a couple of nicks from a razor or two, a couple of bruises mid thigh which he could only guess was from each time you seemed to catch the corner of a table when you walked in the library. And then one large rounding scar that was bleeding. 

Thankfully, it looked like it would heal quickly. It was more of a scar that you would get from a dog. Red, sore for a day or two. But this time you’d have some scabs to go with it where your skin had opened. 

Dean helped you tilt your head back under the water before he washed out the muck and blood with a double shampooing. 

He had removed his boots and socks to step a little further inside the shower with you, the water dampening his jeans a little and the suds from your hair flicking onto his t-shirt every now and again. 

But he couldn’t care less. 

His focus remained on you. You swayed on the spot every now and again, and Dean made sure he kept talking to you, giving you quiet directions on what to do and where to turn so he could wash the suds from your hair and body. 

Once finished, he held out a towel for you which you stepped into and wrapped around your body as he leaned around you and stepped towards the shower to switch it off. 

By the time he was back in front of you, you leaned into him and he wrapped his arms around you without a second thought. 

“You’re safe, Sweetheart. No-one can hurt you. Not here.”

Once more, Dean helped you get dressed, being sure to check over the cut on your leg. He helped pull the last of your hair from down your back as you squeezed what was left of the water into a towel. 

Less than an hour later, Dean was showered and changed and brought a glass of water to your bedside. Except, as he leaned down and kissed the top of your head, you held onto his t-shirt. 

“Stay with me?”

It took him a second to realise you were asking him to stay. 

You never asked anyone to stay. 

He nodded. “Just give me a minute.”

You pulled the cover from under you and scooted down the bed a little, soon joined by Dean. 

As he got in beside you, he pulled you closer to his side. And you both stayed like that for a while. 

“I was so scared.”

Dean stilled for a moment before turning his head to face you. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

“I think I need to.”

He kissed the top of your head. “Then I’ll listen.”

“I didn’t even see it coming. I just got rid of one of them before I felt someone pull me back. I thought it was Sam, at first. But then he threw me. When I hit the ground, I couldn’t even tell where I was. And then they were above me. They must have hit me with my blade because all I felt was this…sharp, cold air on my head. And it was making me dizzy. I didn’t have time to get on my feet and by the time I opened my eyes…they were there. They just kept telling me to beg for my life. And every time they did, it was seven years ago. I was on my own – just before Bobby called me and said he needed my help.”

Dean could remember that day. Bobby had been talking about some woman hunter he knew about that could maybe help the boys if needed. 

The day he met you, Bobby walked them both through the kitchen and into the living room where you were walking around, running your fingers over a couple of book spines before pulling one out and leafing through it. Bobby called your name and you looked up, replacing the book and walking over, a side-arm attached to your hip, holding out your hand and shaking both his and Sam’s. 

“It was a normal ghost hunt. Easy. But I didn’t count on the ghost coming to defend their own grave. From what I knew, they should have been hunting for their next victim. Either way, I was thrown and I could feel their hand burning my skin, screaming for me to beg for my life. Bobby had asked about the make-up on my neck when he saw me a few weeks later. I said I was fine. And I was. But after today…” 

You shook your head and Dean felt you wipe away your own tears. 

Scooting down a little, Dean turned his body so you were no longer lying on his chest but instead curled into it. 

Dean moved your hand from your face and replaced it with his own, and placed his own forehead against yours. 

His thumb brushed just a little under your eye, catching the tears as they fell. 

“I’m sorry you went through that on your own. You’re allowed to be scared, but you should never be scared alone.”

“T-Thank you, for helping me.”

Dean shook his head. “You never have to thank me for helping you. Even the best of us need help.”

You tried your best to stop them, but they flowed anyway. 

“I’m so sorry,”

Dean’s heart broke. 

Dean shook his head once more, holding you tighter against him and your own hands gripped at his t-shirt. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

That night, Dean held you close to him, not once letting you go. And you fell asleep, crying in his arms. 

[waywardxrhea]

My Consequence - a Sam Winchester one shot

pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!hunter!reader (no use of y/n)

word count: 5.7k

"when you spill your guts they don't go back in...if I bleed too much it's my consequence..." - hey violet, my consequence

One thing leads to another after a hunt and you end up spilling your guts to the man you've been pining after for years.

content: 18+ minors DNI! sleep deprivation, show accurate violence on a hunt, blood, language, humor, fluff, light angst, smut (PWP but it's a lot more plot whoops, making out, grinding, unprotected sex)

(not my gif)

You sat at the desk in the Men of Letters bunker one morning, your tired eyes trying to focus on the board that could show a litany of cases that need to be worked, and boy had you and the boys been working on them. You had barely gotten but four hours of sleep over the past week, maybe, because you couldn’t sleep at night knowing how many people out there could be suffering without your help. Sam and Dean didn’t know it, but you had been sneaking out at night to work the nearby cases by yourself and then getting a nap in before getting woken up to do it all over again. Needless to say, you were exhausted. 

“You find anything?” Sam asked as he made his way into the room, a cup of coffee in his hand. 

“Hey you didn’t get me any?” you asked teasingly when you saw the cup in his hand. Sam was about to offer to go make you a cup when your eyes flickered to a part of the screen as you found a case about an hour away. “Hey I found something.”

“What is it?” he asked, wandering over in your direction. 

“It’s sounding like a ghoul. There’s a report of this family seeing someone who looks uncannily like their long time neighbor who passed away a few weeks ago. I’m not seeing any suspicious activity in the town so far but I think it’s worth looking into.” 

“Good eye, I’ll get Dean,” he told you. 

While he said this, Dean came into the room and said, “No can do, I’ve been asked to get rid of a vengeful ghost for a friend of a friend. I’m about to head out. You kids are on your own.” 

“Okay, yeah, it’s nothing we can’t handle,” Sam said with a nod, sure of your abilities as a team, not knowing that you were operating on maybe a ten minute nap this morning. 

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, getting up from your chair and starting to make your way to your room to get changed and gather some supplies you had stored away there. 

After an hour's drive consisting of you consulting your parents’ old hunting journal for tips of how to take down ghouls, the pair of you arrived in the small neighborhood that had popped up on the map in the bunker. You straightened out your blouse as you got out of the car, trying to make it look perfect before the pair of you walked up to the reporting neighbor’s door. Sam noticed and chuckled as he told you, “You look great, don’t worry about it.” 

This compliment ignited a slight blush on your cheeks that you hid as you leaned down into the trunk to grab your FBI badges. When you regained your composure you stood up straight and told him, “Thank you, you look great too. Very professional.” 

Sam smiled at the compliment before straightening his tie and heading up the sidewalk in front of you. When you reached the front door, Sam knocked gently and waited for an answer. After a few seconds the inner door swung open to reveal a disheveled middle aged woman with a child on her hip. The two of you flashed your badges before Sam started with, “Ma’am, we’re with the FBI and heard about some strange occurrences going on around here. I was just wondering if we could come in.” 

A sense of relief seemed to flood the woman’s body and she quickly ushered the two of you in, checking the coast behind you before closing the door. When you all sat down in the kitchen, the child playing quietly on the floor, the woman paced as she said, “Oh thank God you two are here. I’ve been telling the sheriffs office about Dan for a few days but they keep calling me crazy! They’re telling me that I’m just so used to seeing him that my brain is playing tricks on me, but I know that I’ve seen him!” 

“Can you tell me more about this Dan person?” you asked. 

“What do you want to know? I’ve known the man almost my whole life. He’s been my neighbor since my family moved here when I was five. A bit reclusive, but sweet nonetheless. He collected old war regalia, I swear his house was like a museum, it was so fun to explore growing up. He died about a month back, but I swear I saw him coming in and out of the back woods last weekend. I think I saw him again last night but… I haven’t been sleeping ever since that first time I saw him so maybe my mind is playing tricks on me…” 

“I see,�� you said while writing the details down in your own notebook. “Do you mind if I ask what kind of burial Dan had?” 

The question shocked the woman as well as Sam so he quickly interjected with, “Sometimes reliving the experience can help with unpacking the mind if you’ve been overwhelmed. Maybe we can talk through it so we can address what’s possibly going on mentally.” Sam shot you a confused and concerned look out of the corner of his eye as the woman closed hers and massaged her temples. You were usually so sharp and cunning when it came to questioning witnesses, so with a slip-up like that Sam was starting to wonder what was going on with you…

When the woman finished rubbing her head, she opened her eyes and said, “Oh okay… well he had an open casket funeral in the park where he got married to his wife who passed away a few years ago. Not many people showed up except family and a few of us from the neighborhood.” 

“Have you talked with anyone else in the neighborhood about these sightings? Perhaps anyone else who was at the funeral?” you asked. 

“No, I haven’t left the house and a lot of them I don’t have their numbers to contact,” she replied. “The neighborhood isn’t as close as it used to be back in the day.”

“Do you mind if we talk with them to see if they’ve seen anything?” Sam asked. 

“Be my guest,” she replied with a nod. 

So you and Sam split up to talk with the other neighbors, keeping an eye on your surroundings for the man who was supposed to be dead. After about an hour, you and Sam met back up at the car to go over what you both knew. 

“So two of the neighbors say that they don’t really pay attention to the woods but thought they might have heard something rustling around in them the other night,” you told him. 

Sam rubbed the stubble on his chin as he said, “One I talked with told me that her son swears that he saw Dan heading toward the woods last night but she also said that she smelled weed and liquor on him when he told her so she didn’t believe him.”

“Well all clues say that if this is a ghoul he’s hiding in the woods so I guess we gear up and head into the belly of the beast,” you suggested as you opened the trunk and started grabbing weapons that could be useful: a couple of machetes as well as a shotgun just in case. If it was a ghoul you would need to destroy its head or decapitate it to kill it. Sam debated on asking you if you were feeling okay or if you needed to sit this one out but before he could you were already marching toward the woods, weapon on your hip. 

As you headed into the woods, you lagged behind, your shorter legs unable to keep up with Sam as per usual. “Hold on, I’ve got little legs!” you said with a laugh as you jogged to catch up. 

“Right, right. I forget how vertically challenged you are,” Sam said with a smirk. 

“Or you’re just ridiculously tall,” you teased with a nudge to his ribs. 

Teasing aside, Sam seemed to notice something so he put his hand up to signal for you to be quiet and you obliged, knowing that if Sam noticed something it was serious. As he inspected something hanging from the tree limb above, you heard a crack of branches in the nearby grove. Ready to attack at a moment’s notice, your hand went to the handle of your machete in case you needed to start swinging.

The next few seconds happened in a blur and you acted on instinct alone when you saw a figure barreling toward the pair of you, more specifically toward Sam’s turned back, brandishing an old Civil War type dagger. “Sam!” you shouted before jumping between the two men, swinging your machete at the ghoul, only to miss and drop your weapon as you doubled over onto the ground. 

Sam reacted quickly once he heard you call out his name, grabbing the ghoul’s arm before he could get a hit in on him and quickly swinging his own machete at the monster, decapitating it with ease. When he started to fully take in the scene though, things began to move in slow motion. As he turned around to the last place he heard your voice he saw you clutching your abdomen and falling to the ground. His eyes went wide as he shouted your name in worry. 

Once you hit the ground Sam was right there, holding you in his arms and listening to you say, “I’m fine, I’m fine,” as you attempted to get up. 

Sam went to move the hair out of his eyes when he noticed that his hand that was previously on your abdomen was covered in blood. “I need to get you to the hospital,” he told you, trying to remain calm as he forced his voice to stay steady. 

“It’s okay, I’ll be fine, nothing a few stitches back at the bunker can’t fix,” you said, the adrenaline pumping through your veins not letting you feel the pain fully just yet. You took the moment to try and stand again but couldn’t, so you looked down at your shirt that was starting to slowly soak through with dark red blood. “Oh…” you said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. 

“I need to get you outta here…” Sam said again, taking off his jacket and wrapping it tightly around you before picking you up and starting to sprint back toward the car. As he reached the car, he shouted to a neighbor, “Where’s the nearest hospital?!” 

“It’s about half an hour away, head east and you’ll see it as you’re heading into the city,” the man told him. He saw the blood on Sam’s hands and asked with wide eyes, “Do you want me to call an ambulance?” 

Sam didn’t respond as he placed you in the passenger seat before sprinting to his side of the car and speeding off, trying to keep pressure on the wound as he drove. After a few minutes, he looked over and saw your eyes starting to flutter shut so he took his hand off the wound to squeeze your hand and told you, “Stay with me…” 

“I’m here, I’m here,” you replied quietly, your voice starting to get weak as your breathing began to grow shallow. “I’m just really tired…”

“No, no, no, no,” he said quickly, “you stay with me. You stay awake okay? We’re almost there.” he told you while putting more pressure on the gas pedal, hoping to cut the trip in half at least. 

“I’ll try,” you replied weakly. 

“Here, let’s talk. Let’s talk about that band you like, what is it, Party at the Disco?”

You laughed wearily before correcting him, “Panic! At the Disco, Sammy.” 

“And how’s that one song go that you’re always singing? The one about the doors?” 

“I really need you to pay attention to my music from now on because those were horrible guesses,” you told him with a weak laugh once again. You paused for a moment before adding, “Sam?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Thank you for always looking out for me,” you told him. “I know things haven’t always been the best between us but... You make my days brighter.” 

“What- why are you talking like that?” he asked, his eyes momentarily leaving the road to glance at you. 

“I’m losing a lot of blood Sammy, life isn’t guaranteed and you know it. I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate you,” you told him quietly. He could feel your hands and skin beginning to grow cold against his own as he held your hand. 

“Don’t talk like that, don’t act like you’re saying goodbye. We’re almost to the hospital, you’re gonna make it through this,” he told you, his voice almost breaking at the thought of losing you. He saw the hospital in the distance and sped up impossibly faster, spotting the emergency room and heading in that direction. 

Once he pulled in front of the building, he slammed the brakes of the car and sprinted over to your side, pulling you out of the seat and starting to carry you into the building. As he carried you in, you started to fade in and out of consciousness, whispering weakly, “I’m scared Sammy…” 

“I know, but you’ll make it. I know you will,” he told you as he got you inside. The second you were inside, he shouted, “Help! She needs help!” 

“Oh my God,” the nurse at the desk gasped with wide eyes, seeing the amount of blood that had soaked your shirt and bled onto Sam’s. 

The nurse shouted for help and a group of people came sprinting over with a stretcher to get you back into a room. As Sam placed you on the stretcher, you looked up at him and felt like this could be your last shot to confess your feelings, so you whispered, “Thank you Sam. I love you…” before getting wheeled off to be worked on. 

“Wait…!” he shouted after you as you were taken away. Did you just say what he thought you did? 

He tried to follow the workers, but was held back by a couple of male nurses who told him, “They need room to work, please calm down sir!” 

“But… I just… Shit…” he whispered, his body deflating as your words hitting him right in the heart. 

“Can you tell us what happened?” one of the nurses asked. 

Sam hesitated for a moment, shock taking over his body, but he eventually replied, “Occupational hazard. A perp went after her. Big gash on her abdomen. I got her here as fast as I could…” Did she just say she loved me? he thought to himself as he was escorted to a chair by the nurses. 

“We’re going to do what we can to help her, I’ll keep you updated as we know more,” he told Sam before heading back to the floor to see your status. 

Sam sat for a minute with his head in his hands before going out to move his car and call Dean. “Hey Sammy, what’s up? Did you get that ghoul taken care of?” came Dean’s voice through the phone. Sam couldn’t find the words he wanted to say and the silence bugged Dean so he asked, “Sam are you okay?” 

“She got hurt. Badly, Dean,” he said quietly, his voice shaking. 

“Well how bad is badly?” he asked, concern in his voice. 

“God there was so much blood…” Sam whispered, looking down at one of his blood stained hands while shaking his head. 

“Well, is she alive?! I need something more than things are bad!” Dean nearly shouted into the phone.

“Barely. By the time we got to the hospital she had almost passed out, she was pale, and I think she felt like she was gonna die…”

“Oh wow…” Dean replied quietly. “Where are you?”

“It’s fine Dean, take care of that ghost,” Sam told him, not really wanting company because he was still trying to process everything. 

“The damn ghost can wait, I already trapped it. I can tell them to try and look for his possessions while I’m gone. I’m already getting in Baby,” Dean said and Sam could hear the impala roar to life. Once the noise level was suitable to hear over the phone again, he asked, “Have you tried contacting Cas?” 

“I didn’t think about it,” Sam admitted quietly. 

“Sam, we have an angel at our disposal who can heal with one touch and you didn’t think to call him when there’s a life-threatening injury on our hands?” Dean asked, a bit of frustration seeping into his voice. 

“Everything happened so fast I just didn’t think about it,” Sam replied defensively. He let out a sigh before adding, “I’m at Woodcrest General on the outskirts of Hoover.” 

“I’m on my way. You start praying to Cas and I’ll try his cell. Got it?” 

“Got it,” Sam replied before hanging up the phone and heading back inside. 

When he emerged back into the building, the nurse at the desk told him, “If you want a pair of scrubs and to clean off I can get you access to the shower room, Agent.” 

“Oh, yeah, thanks,” Sam told her, really not wanting to be in his blood soaked clothes anymore. As the nurse took him to the shower room, he asked, “Are there any updates on her?“ 

“She was rushed down to the OR just now. The doctor said it doesn’t look like there’s too much internal damage, she just lost a lot of blood. She… she did lose consciousness right as transport was taking her down to the OR though.”

“Damnit…” Sam whispered, closing his eyes and sighing. 

“It’ll be a little while before we have answers, I’m sorry. Maybe the shower will help calm you down a bit,” she told him as she let him into the room and showed him the cabinet with scrubs in it. 

“Thanks,” he told her before she headed back out. Sam took his time with the shower, washing all the blood out from his skin and hair and taking a few minutes to just cry. How could he have let this happen? It’s always been his and Dean’s unspoken job to watch out for you and he failed… He should have stopped you from heading into those damn woods…

After he dried off and put some scrubs from the cabinet on, Sam closed his eyes and folded his hands as he began to pray. “Castiel. I know you’re probably busy, but I really need you." His voice broke as he whispered your name, telling the angel, "We were on a hunt and…and she was hurt badly and I’m not sure if this hospital has the ability to heal her. I know it’s a long shot and we shouldn’t use your grace so willy nilly, but… I can’t lose her… Amen.” 

Freshened up, Sam made his way to the waiting area where he sat alone with his thoughts, occasionally praying to Cas again in hope that he would hear his call. 

The time crawled by and felt like forever even though it was only a few hours before Sam heard, “Agent Williams?” coming from the same nurse from earlier. 

Sam looked up with hope in his eyes and asked, “Yes ma’am?” 

“She’s out of surgery now. I can take you to her room,” she said with a small smile. 

“Thank you,” he told her, relief flooding his body. 

While they walked together to the nearby elevators, she told him, “I don’t want to give you false hope, she isn’t out of the woods yet. The surgeon closed her up, but there may be complications. This hospital doesn’t usually see cases like Agent Hanna’s.”

“Oh…” Sam said, desperately hoping that Cas heard his prayers now. 

“Don’t get me wrong, he’s a great surgeon, but he just doesn’t deal with severe injuries like hers on the regular. I don’t say that to scare you, but we just have to be realistic here. If she gets any worse we may have to transport her out to a bigger hospital.” 

“Got it,” he replied as they reached the floor that you were on. 

“Here’s her room. She’s still out of it and receiving blood right now,” the nurse told him as she opened the door to let him in. 

“Thank you,” he told her with a nod before heading into the room. He took out his phone and texted Dean the floor and room number before pulling up a chair beside your bed. He took a moment to look at your still pale skin and grabbed your hand as he whispered, “I’m so sorry…” 

After a few minutes, Sam closed his eyes and sent one last prayer Castiel’s way before he jumped when he heard a sharp knock on the door as it opened up. He looked up to see Dean and Cas coming into the room, looks of concern on their faces. “How is she?” Dean asked. 

“I mean she’s alive… The nurse told me that there may be complications though and if she doesn’t get better soon they may have to ship her off to a bigger facility,” Sam replied quietly, looking at the monitor to watch your heart rate. After a few moments of silence, he told them, “She sacrificed herself to save me. That ghoul was coming at us quick and my back was turned so she jumped in. She barely got a swing in on it before it got her with a dagger.” 

“Did you get the ghoul?” Cas asked. 

“Yeah. But then I saw how much she was bleeding… God there was so much blood…” he whispered, his voice breaking. He cleared his throat before adding, “She seemed like she thought she was gonna die because before they took her back she told me that she loved me…” 

Dean scoffed before muttering, “About damn time…” 

“What does that mean?” Sam asked, his eyebrows furrowing together. 

“Sam, you’re about as oblivious as a brick wall. That girl has loved you for years. She never told you because, well, you know how she is. She doesn’t like stepping on toes and would rather others be happy before she is so she let you get into all these relationships and faked being happy for you while she not so secretly drank away her pain.” 

“I… I had no idea…” Sam whispered. All the times you had shown him what he thought was sisterly affection, the moments where you tried to make him laugh in his darkest moments, how you’ve stuck by his side through everything, all came flooding to him and he realized that even if it wasn’t obvious, he had started to develop feelings for you too. 

“Well now you do and once she’s healed up you better make the most of it,” Dean told him. 

“Why didn’t you say something before?” Sam asked, feeling horrible that he’s led you to so much pain throughout the years. 

“It wasn’t my place,” Dean replied simply. 

Interrupting their conversation, Cas cleared his throat and said, “I don’t mean to interrupt this conversation about feelings, but if I could maybe look at her wound to see if I can heal her…”

“Right,” Sam said, standing up and getting out of the way so Cas could lift up your gown to see the damage. 

When the gown was pulled away, it was revealed that the dressing the surgeon had put on was soaked through with blood already. Seeing this, Sam sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he began to pace the room. “Sam calm down,” Dean told him sternly. 

“She’s still bleeding!” Sam said back sharply. 

“And he’s an angel!” Dean snapped back, not wanting to show that he was worried too. 

“I should be able to heal her,” Cas told Sam reassuringly as he laid his hand over the dressing. He closed his eyes and channeled his grace to heal the wound, sealing it up and repairing the bits of undetected internal damage as well. Once the angel grace’s light left his body, he nodded and said, “She’s healed,” before replacing your gown and covering you back up. 

Sam sighed in relief and smiled before whispering, “Thank you.” 

A few moments later, your eyes began to flutter open and you looked around before weakly whispering, “Sam?”

“Yeah? I’m here, I’m here, you’re safe,” he told you as he made his way back over to your side. He took your hand before nodding to Cas and telling you, “Cas healed you.” 

“Oh, thank you Cas,” you said with a small smile.

“No problem,” he replied with a nod. 

There was a moment of silence while you looked down at your hand that was being held by Sam’s, so Dean said, “I think there’s something you two need to talk about. We’ll be in the waiting area. Come on Cas.”

Once it was just the two of you in the room, Sam cleared his throat before he said, “So about what you said right before you were taken away…”

Remembering that you told him that you loved him, you quickly looked away and said, “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to make things weird… I know you want a normal girl with a normal life and I… I can’t give that to you…”

“Hey, hey, look at me,” Sam said softly. You shyly turned back toward him and he told you, “I was just shocked. I think I've accepted that normal just isn’t gonna work out for me. Dean told me that you’ve been feeling that way for a while now and… I guess I’m just wondering if you would want to give us a shot?”

A smile made its way onto your face and you nodded, a happy tear slipping from your eye. Sam leaned in to kiss you, but you stopped him, saying with a laugh, “No, no. I don’t want our first kiss to be in this damn hospital room.” 

“Fair enough,” Sam said with a quiet laugh, redirecting and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead instead. After a few seconds, Sam told you, “Thank you. For saving me from that ghoul. I should've been looking out for you though.” 

“Any time,” you replied with a small laugh. 

Later that day when the doctor came to assess your wound, he was a bit taken back by the healing of it, saying, “It’s a miracle…” 

“It really is, isn’t it?” Cas asked, trying to hide his smirk. 

“So when’s she clear to go home, Doc?” Dean asked. 

“I mean we would like to hold her overnight for observation, but if all goes well she should be able to discharge tomorrow,” he replied, still staring at the scar on your abdomen. 

Sam took a step away and bit his knuckle, trying not to laugh as the surgeon stepped out of the room, a flabbergasted look on his face. When he left the room, Dean was the first to speak, saying, “Okay let’s all admit, that man had no confidence in himself.” 

“Nope,” Sam said with a laugh. 

“I’m glad Cas showed up if that’s the dude who operated on me, damn…” you said with a roll of your eyes. 

“I’m glad I could be of service,” Cas told you with a smile. 

“Well if you’re stable now, I think Cas and I can head back to that ghost case I abandoned to come check on you. I’ll see you later kid,” Dean said to you before squeezing your shoulder and heading out of the room with Cas in tow. 

The next morning you were discharged so you and Sam made your way back to the bunker together. The ride back was filled with you playing your favorite songs to educate Sam as well as stopping at a restaurant for your first official date. 

When you got back to the bunker, Sam closed the door to the garage behind you and you wrapped your arms around him before standing on your tiptoes to kiss him. Sam smiled into the kiss and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer. This prompted you to deepen the kiss, swiping your tongue on his bottom lip, wanting more. Sam obliged and your kisses quickly turned desperate, wanting something more than a simple kiss now that you were in each other’s arms. 

Before he even thought about it, Sam lifted you into his strong arms and began kissing your neck as he took you to his room, leaving the beginnings of a hickey behind. As he did this, little whimpers began to slip from your lips as pleasure sparked through your body. When he got to his room, Sam pinned you against the door as he began to kiss you once again. Being in such a vulnerable position made you weak in the knees and you moaned Sam’s name as you continued to lose yourselves in one another's lips. 

“Yeah?” he asked as he moved back to your neck, sucking and making the hickey darker, evoking another whimper from your lips that just fueled him more. 

“God I need you so bad,” you whispered, grinding your hips against him in hopes of some sort of relief for the growing tension between your thighs. 

“How about I make that wish come true?” he asked as he took you to his bed, gently putting you down before slipping out of his flannel and undershirt. You followed suit, slipping off your shirt and earning a smile from Sam as he told you, “You’re beautiful.” 

“You’re so sweet,” you said with a giggle as Sam got onto the bed, placing you on his lap as he continued to kiss you. Now it was your turn to tease him. As you kissed, you slowly ground down on Sam’s lap, feeling him grow harder beneath you as you did. 

“Shit,” Sam breathed as he leaned his head back against the wall, bucking his hips up against you. 

You kissed his neck before whispering in his ear, “I want you to rock me Sammy.” 

“Yes ma’am,” he replied with a chuckle, unbuckling his belt while you hopped off the bed momentarily. You turned your back to him as you took off your bra and then sweats and panties, teasing him by shaking your ass at him with a laugh. “Oh you’re gonna get it for that,” he said with a laugh as he slipped off his jeans and underwear, standing up to pull you into his arms once more. 

Sam pushed against you, teasing you with the tip of his hard cock, the sparks of pleasure making him desperate for more. He lifted you up once more and placed you on the bed, running his fingers along your thigh and up to your clit, making you gasp in pleasure. “Don’t be a tease,” you whispered. 

“I’m just seeing how wet you are,” he said with a smirk before kissing your neck as he slipped a couple fingers in with ease. 

“God Sam I just want you to fuck me,” you said with desperation in your voice, grinding against his fingers, wanting - no, needing - more. 

“As you wish,” he said, his voice impossibly deep as he pulled his fingers out and rubbed the slick on his cock. “I see patience isn’t your strong suit, huh?” he asked teasingly as he lined up with your entrance. Without much of a warning, he thrusted in with a deep moan. 

“Fuck you’re amazing,” you whispered, your head falling back on the pillow as Sam slowly began to kick up his pace, the pleasure overcoming his body as restraint started to leave his muscles. 

“So are you,” he told you, his face falling into the crook of your neck as he let out a soft groan of pleasure. 

“Can I try something?“ he asked after a few minutes of slow and sweet love-making, feeling his release starting to build and wanting to make this as good as possible for you. 

“Yeah,” you replied with a nod. With your permission, Sam lifted your legs up and hooked them around his broad shoulders, the new angle hitting all the right spots, the pleasure for both of you becoming insurmountable. The moan alone that you let out was almost enough to make Sam come, and your near pornographic whimpering of his name upped the ante even more.

Sam brought one of his hands to your clit and began rubbing, desperate to make you feel as good as possible and it seemed to work because your moans and whimpers just kept coming and it was almost enough to make him burst. “Fuck I’m close,” Sam whispered, speeding up his pace as his thrusts started to become erratic. 

“Me too,” you breathed, your hands grasping at the sheets on either side of you as your eyes rolled into the back of your head momentarily. 

“Fuck…” Sam grunted as he felt his orgasm building impossibly fast, not wanting this feeling to end. 

“Oh my God, Sam, Sam!” you moaned as you felt herself coming undone around him. The pulsing of your sweet cunt around him drove Sam over the edge and he pulled out at the last second, moaning your name in a deep gravelly voice. Before he came, Sam quickly grabbed his shirt off the side of the bed and put it around himself so he wouldn't make a mess as he came undone, his muscles twitching as he did so. 

Out of breath, Sam tossed the shirt aside and laid down beside you on the bed wrapping an arm around you, completely relaxed. You rested your head on his chest and listened to his racing heartbeat begin to slow down as you ran your fingers along his abs. “That was amazing,” Sam whispered, kissing the top of your head. 

“Well worth the wait,” you replied with a giggle. 

Not even a few seconds later you began to drift off to sleep on Sam’s chest which made him smile. Feeling completely relaxed and safe for the first time in a while, you drifted off to sleep and finally got the rest you’d been needing for weeks. 

a/n: and here we are at the end of my second one shot! since i started writing these one shots i've started to feel more confident in writing reader fics so we'll see if i end up getting out more one shots for various fandoms! here is a link to my (minimal at the moment) masterlist where you can find my Steve Rogers long fic as well as a Bucky Barnes one shot. soon to join those will be a Daredevil x OC fic i have written, so be on the lookout for that if that's one of your fandoms! anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this sweet, angsty, fluffy, smutty piece!

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Red Hot Ghouls 14 part 2/2

Masterpost 

Danny had kind of ignored the most important part of that initial message. Crud. Of course the poor bastard wanted to know about the progress on their spiritual separation. Danny cringed. He typed fast to send a new message before Jason could ask again.

It did not come out easily. He wrote and deleted two drafts before he groaned aloud. “I am not prepared to tell him that the options so far are either to marry and divorce me or to get his ass banished from the ghost dimension.” Danny spent a moment pitying himself. “I just have to say the truth.”

Cringe. Cringe so hard. 

I have two possible solutions but they both suck really hard. :/ Suck so hard you’d be shook. The suckage would change your life.

Jason sent back ellipses. It belatedly occurred to Danny that it might have looked like he was making a blowjob joke. He put the phone back on his chest and stared at the ceiling for a while, wondering why he was this way.

“Jason didn’t see that,” Danny told himself. “Jason is a professional. A professional something. I don't know what.” 

He wanted to believe it so badly that he just decided not to be mortified. Danny lifted the burner phone back up and painstakingly assembled a shrug emoji from symbols. 

Honestly they’re such bad options that I don’t even wanna tell you. Can we change the subject? : (

Jason sent back a series of laughing and crying emojis and then, Fine. Let’s talk about all the other stuff we have in common.

Danny pursed his lips. “...Do we have anything in common?” It wasn’t like he knew much about the guy, but he presumed Jason kept himself busy with some boring adult job, building muscle, and biking around looking hot. Danny crossed his legs at the knee and tried not to think of what a twig he looked like in comparison to Jason. He didn’t feel bad about it, honestly. Danny was too busy to make fitness a part of his personality and he had nothing to prove.

I’m illiterate, he settled on as a response. They definitely did not have a love of literature in common. What else did people do? I uh…. Watched a movie two years back.

Any good?

T’was shit, Danny admitted. Hm. He frowned. “I’m not sure where to take this conversation,” he said aloud.

I’m so hungry. Just got off work and I’m trying to decide what to do.

“Oh, I can do something with that.” Danny felt better. Yeah me too, I would kill for an enchilada. He tried to send a ghost emoji and groaned when he remembered that this was a shitty burner phone with no keyboard downloaded and apparently no access to the app store. Jason had already responded by the time that he gave up.

Ghosts eat Mexican food?

They would if they have human zone money, Danny sent back morosely. Oh no, it wasn’t fun anymore. Ya boy can’t pay in the tears of the damned anywhere on this plane of existence smh. His stomach growled with obnoxious timing. He groaned. The last thing he’d eaten had been that sandwich with Jazz. He could cook… He really should cook. 

Ugh. Effort. 

Danny tried to motivate himself up to the kitchen. “It’s four steps,” he said aloud, trying to be encouraging. “I can make it.”

Ah. No. That was actually kind of depressing. He lived in a shoebox with a monthly grocery budget that was just pitiful.

Haha ur broke, Jason sent, because he was a massive bitch. Danny felt a lot better about flipping him off. But then Jason followed it up with an obviously insincere, I’d get you enchiladas if you were in Gotham. Sucks to suck.

Danny sensed weakness to exploit.

“You’re going to regret that,” Danny grimly promised, and hit the call button.

Jason picked up on the second ring, sounding confused and electronic. “Hey?”

“I can be in Gotham for enchiladas,” Danny threatened. His stomach growled again. “You feeling brave? Huh? Huh?” He punched a finger at the air in accusation. “I’m not scared of you or your dank gargoyles, leatherboy.”

There was a weird mechanical sound. Maybe a snort? A laugh? “I’ll send you a GPS point, if you’re there in ten I’ll buy you all you can eat.”

Danny went still like the predator he was. “Bring your life savings.” He hit the end call button and launched himself off the couch to go stuff his feet into his shoes. He let his apartment door slam shut behind him carelessly. He’d made it to the ground level before the pin point landed.

“Fuck, it’s even in my neighborhood.” Danny laughed, flush with petty victory. He looked left, right, and went invisible before he went ghost. There was no one around at this late hour to see him drop off the visible spectrum.

[alisa-nyx]

A Stitch in Time

Suzuya Juuzou x Reader

Content/Warnings: sfw, fem!reader, fluff, meet-cute, embroidery, slight blood mention.

Words: 1k

Synopsis: When the café is empty you can't help but work on one of you embroidery projects. What you don't expect is for a random, and rather cute, customer to appear and take interest in your embroidery.

A/N: Suzuya is one of my favourite characters in Tokyo Ghoul and the fact that there aren't many fics for him is breaking my heart. Also I don't know how alive the fandom is (since I'm new to it) but here we go!

The café is utterly empty except for you. Soft instrumental music playing in the background as you stay behind the counter, just in case of a customer appearing. Not like you are paying much attention to your surroundings as you are working on one of your embroidery projects, improving a simple black tank top you got some time ago. Making it more… you. And embroidery was your thing. You started a few years ago after seeing some videos online and got absolutely fascinated with it. The way you can make beautiful art with just a needle and thread, it's… It's just beautiful. Of course the first tries and the little practice projects you've done always ended with bloody fingers at how many times you pricked them with the needle. But every time you got better at it. And now you're not even stabbing your fingers anymore. Getting more confident in your work-craft that even the apron you are wearing at the moment has flowers embroidered on it.

That being said, you are so focused on your work that you don't even notice when the café's door opens, the needle in your hand being the only thing you can see, the music the only thing you hear.

"Hello?" startled you look up at the person and prick your finger as you were mid-stitch. 

"Ouch!" you whine before putting the project aside, remembering you are at work and have to do your actual job. "Ah, sorry! What can I get for you?" you ask, smiling at the dark-haired boy who only looks at you curiously. You can't help but notice the little red… tattoos…? Under his eye and lip. There's no way that's thread, no? 

"Are you okay? That looks like it hurt," he asks, looking at your hurt finger where a bead of blood already started forming. You only shrug, continuing to smile as you answer him.

"I'm fine, it's just a little prick anyway," getting a napkin you fastly wrap it around your index finger to hide it away. "So… What can I get for you today?" you repeated but the boy seemed more interested in what you were working on before, actually leaning over the counter to look at your half-embroidered tank top then he looked up at you again, more so at your apron.

"Hey, are you the one who did the flowers on your apron?" he suddenly asks, shifting to face you, his big red eyes full of curiosity and wonder. A little too close for your liking and making you flush just the tiniest bit.

"Yea—Yeah. Why?" 

"I like them! Your stitches are very precise. You must have a lot of practice." he states smiling, and that somewhat takes you off guard. In the six months you worked at this café no one has ever complimented your work. Or even noticed that you are the only waitress with a different apron.

"Oh, thank you," you genuinely thank him, deciding there's no harm in entertaining him for a while. You two are the only ones here anyway. "Do you like embroidery?" the boy's smile widens, the gesture pulling at the red lines under his lip that you are starting to think are actual pieces of thread stitched into his skin.

"Yes, something like that! I love sewing and stitching! See!" he excitedly says lifting his right arm to show you the stitches on it. And only then do you also finally notice 'x's on his neck. You freeze, slightly off put by the display, and shiver at the thought of needle puncturing skin. How can you do that to yourself? Is the first question going through your mind. Then: do they hurt? Of course, they hurt idiot… But are they still hurting after healing? Are they like tattoos or piercings? Paining you when they are done but after healing you don't even know they are there? The boy's smile slowly fades away at your stupefied gaze. 

"You're—"

"Do they hurt?" you blurt out before he can continue, your eyes roaming over the red thread on his arm.

"Not really," he states. "Tho I'm kinda insensitive to pain." 

You nod, slowly processing what he just said. "You sure do love stitching." just like you love embroidery. You can somewhat understand him, though you could never do that to yourself.

"Mhm. Just like you do embroidery." he hums approvingly, seeing how your face shifts from concerned to gentle. And just like that his smile returns. "What were you working on?" and his curiosity too. You couldn't help the little chuckle that escaped you.

"Just adding my touch to a tank top," you say glancing at the tambour hoop holding the fabric in place. "Do you wanna see?" 

His eyes practically sparkle at your question, an immediate "yes!" following. 

You laugh again, revealing the half-finished piece of a white snake coiled around a golden crescent moon, little stars sprinkled around.

"Wow!" the boy exclaims, leaning closer to take in every detail. "It's beautiful! The details are amazing. How do you get the stitches so precise?" you slightly flush at the compliment, smiling wider as his enthusiasm rubs on you.

"With lots of practice and patience," you answer while he still analyzes your work.

"I'd love to learn how to do that!" and you find yourself laughing once again. 

"I could teach you if you want." you offer in the heat of the moment, deciding that you like the boy and wouldn't mind spending more time with him.

"Really!?" the sparkles returned to his eyes that are now solemnly focused on you. "I'd love that! When can we start?" 

"Whenever you want. We could do it here after I finish my shift or on breaks. This week I'm on the early one and next week on the afternoon shift," you say and he nods excitedly.

"It's a deal!" he says thrusting his hand forward and you shake it while chuckling, putting the embroidery away.

"Deal," you confirm smiling. "By the way, I'm Y/N Y/L," you say totally aware of the nameplate on your chest but you still want to present yourself appropriately.

"Juuzou Suzuya!" he says, pulling his arm back.

"Nice to meet you, Suzuya!" you say, still smiling.

"Likewise Y/N!"

[iamthecomet]

comet ffkdjf lpleASE aether and mountain helping rain through his first heat and he's all shaky and wet plEASE can you elaborate

So I know you sent me this like more than six months ago, but I was thinking about it again and uhhhhhhh. 2.2k words based on this post about Rain's first heat topside. Wet boy Rain. Anal Fingering. Double Penetration. Heat stuff. Rain and the Big Boys. This one's got it ALL.

Rain’s pretty sure he’s dying. Between the fevered haze in his brain, and the ache in all of his muscles, and the incessant lurching of his lower belly he’s sure this is the end. Some awful sickness he caught from one of the humans that is going to end him. 

The moon tells him otherwise. Tugging on him like he is the tide. An ebb and flow of desire lit deep in his body, at the base of his aching spine. It can’t actually be his heat can it? In the pit they didn’t feel like this. There was a pleasant ache, an insistence. But maybe he’s closer to the moon here, or maybe earth is just different. No water ghouls to contend with. No fight for dominance. With survival needs off the table, Rain can really feel it. 

Can feel the way need thrums through his entire body. The pain of it. It's debilitating. It’s miserable. It’s wonderful. He feels like he’s been lit on fire from the inside, like he will burn if he doesn’t do something about it. 

He wakes up like this, shivery and hard and hot. He wants to stay curled into a ball in his bed. Wants to wish this away. He'd be lying if he said he didn't try. He isn’t sure what to do. Go ask for help? Embarrassing. Impossible.

 He rolls onto his back, uncurling aching muscles. Raising his arms over his head something in his spine popping solidly as he does. The relief of that is quickly overshadowed. As sleep bleeds out of him, everything else increases. He throbs against his boxers. 

He slips a hand down to touch himself, fingers slipping under the waistband and finding himself wet. The curls at the base of his cock already damp. Shaft slick with pre. He gives himself one stroke, two, and he’s gone. Toes curling, body bowing. He digs his teeth into his bottom lip to try to keep from crying out and fails. Gasping through it as he paints the inside of his boxers and his hands and stays hard. No relief to be found. 

“Fuck.” 

Need tugs at him, pulls him from his bed. He’s clear enough to know he isn’t thinking clearly, but not enough to care. He throws on a shirt, changes his boxers, pulls on some sweatpants. He’s hoping for the illusion of normalcy. 

It’s early, so he’s not surprised to find no relief at Cirrus or Cumulus’ doors. Dew’s is locked, and when he knocks and presses his ear to the wood all he hears is a grumble as Dew rolls over and ignores him. 

He has to reek of his heat, he knows it. But the sun isn’t even up yet. He stumbles blindly down the hall, toward the next set of doors. He doesn’t get there–he runs directly into Mountain instead. Stumbling face first into his chest, grappling for a hold as he teeters off balance. 

Mountain catches him, steadies him with hands on his biceps and Rain looks him at him. Dazed, hazy. Drunk already on the smell of evergreen and his own need. 

“Mount, you coming?” Aether calls from somewhere behind Rain, around the corner. 

Mountain looks down at Rain, the moment stretching as the scent of Rain’s heat hits and Mountain’s pupils dilate before Rain’s eyes. 

Mountain doesn’t answer Aether, instead his fingers tighten on Rain’s bicep. He inhales deep. 

“Oh, Rain–”

“Help me,” Rain whispers, pleads. Even the touch of Mountain’s hands on his arms is torture. Too much. Too sensitive. 

“Hey, Mount–oh.” 

Aether’s closer now. Rain can hear him, footsteps echoing through the hall. Feels him before he even really gets close. He smells ozone. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end like the moment just before a lightning strike. 

“He wants help,” Mountain says, finally raising his eyes from Rain’s face to look over his head at Aether. 

Aether’s hands slip onto Rain’s waist, finger squeezing, and then Aether’s crowding him against Mountain. His chest pressed right up against Rain’s back.  Head dipping down so the tip of his nose presses into Rain’s mused curls.  Aether inhales and Rain feels his stomach drop, his knees threaten to go with it, buckling and shaking. But he couldn’t fall even if he tried–not wedged between them like this. 

His cock kicks against Mountain’s hip. He knows Mountain feels it. 

“Please.”  Rain turns just in time to see the grin that splits Aether's face, sly, devious. Rain's stomach swoops. "How could we say no when you ask so nicely?"

⛧

Rain doesn’t remember the trip back to his room. Doesn’t remember Aether or Mountain stripping him, not really. He remembers hands, touch. Aether’s hands skimming up over his thighs. Mountain’s fingers curling around his throat, pulling him to lay against his chest, head tucked under Mountain’s jaw. His hips bracketed by Mountain’s knees. The hard line of Mountains’ cock against his spine. 

Everything snaps back into focus when Aether gets his mouth on him. Settled on his belly between Rains’s spread legs. Suckling the tip of his cock into his mouth. Tongue pressing down on the sensitive spot beneath the head.  Aether pulls off to trace the vein on the underside with his tongue and Rain bucks in Mountain’s grip. Keening. Desperate. 

“Is he wet?” Mountain asks, Rain feels the rumble of the words against his back. 

“Soaked,” Aether answers, pushing Rain’s legs further apart, spreading him wide and dipping lower to press his tongue against his clenching hole. Sucking on the rim until Rain thrashes. Desperate. 

He’d like to ask for something. To cum maybe, or just for more, but he can’t access that part of his brain. Not with Mountain’s fingers hovering over his pulse. His other hand tweeks at a dusky nipple and Rain can only feel. 

Aether presses his tongue into Rain, laps at him, firms up the muscle and really tastes him. Groaning as he does.

“Touch him, Aeth.” 

Rain half expects to be tortured. For them to drag this out, to make him beg for it, but Aether’s hand comes up without hesitation and wraps around his cock, wet with spit and pre. He pulls back, lips slick, and replaces his tongue with a finger. Pressing into the third knuckle and petting upward and Rain swears he goes blind. 

His orgasm lights him up, burns him alive. He paints his stomach, Aether’s hand. He throbs with it, feels relief for a matter of seconds, enough to take one deep breath of fresh morning air before clarity flees again. 

“God damn it,” Rain grits out, frustrated. Aether slips another finger inside, he spreads him open a little more. 

“You’re alright, Raincloud,” Mountain promises, kissing his temple, smoothing sweaty hair away from his face. “We have you.” 

“Fuck me,” Rain manages. “Someone. Both of you. I don’t care just–please.” 

“Be patient.” Aether chides. “Don’t want to hurt you.” 

Rain is beyond caring. Well past patience. He needs it. Needs to be full. Needs to feel nothing but the slide of a cock, needs to be split open. 

Aether sinks another finger in, three now, and Rain sags against Mountain. Turning his head to mouth at the earth ghouls collarbone as Aether works him open. It takes too long. But Rain can’t do much except lean into it, rock his hips against Aether’s hand. He tips his head up and Mountain kisses him. Possessive. All tongue and teeth and the taste of juniper. 

All Rain can think about is being filled. Knotted. Changed.  He wants to hear the wounded noise Aether makes when he pops his knot. Wants to cum on Mountain's cock. He needs it. He feels like he'll die without it. 

“Soon, Raincloud,” Mountain coos in his ear, resting a heavy hand over his pounding heart. Rain would be mortified for accidentally saying all of that out loud if he could think well enough. He feels the way his cheeks flush, hot like the rest of him. But the shame never actually comes. He’s too far gone, too desperate. 

Mountain shushes him, a sweet sound in his ear followed by the catch of teeth along the edge and only then does Rain realize he’s still talking. Babbling broken nonsense as Aether fingers him and Mountain rolls a painfully hard nipple between his fingers. 

Aether kisses the inside of his thigh, mouths at his balls. Rain isn’t sure he exists anymore. He is only these points of contact. Only the unbearable need to feel. He is only where he merges with Aether and Mountain. Nothing else. 

“Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” he whines as Aether slips another finger inside. Four now, crowded together, pressing deep. 

“Need to be patient if you’re gonna take us both, Rainy.” Aether mumbles, lips against Rain’s thigh. 

Clarity slices through him, if only for a second. Both of them. He goes rigid, tips his head back to look at Mountain, still holding him tight, something soft to land on as he falls over and over through waves of his heat. 

“Both?” he whispers. 

“Mmhmm,” Mountain hums. He bends down to capture Rain in another claiming kiss, a direct opposition to Mountain’s calm demeanor. 

Mountain pulls back but holds Rain’s face close, their horns nuzzled together. “Fastest way to break your heat.” 

Rain swallows, Aether crooks his fingers just so and Rain’s eyes roll up, flutter closed, he sags in Mountain’s hold. 

“Don’t you want it?” Aether asks. “Don’t you want us both?” 

Rain’s nodding before Aether’s even done speaking. Yes. Of course he does. Both of them. As soon as he thinks it, it all makes sense. Puzzle pieces clicking together. Of course that’s what he needs. Two knots. Right now. 

Aether pulls his fingers from Rain’s body. Rain opens his eyes just in time to see how shiny with slick they are, dripping with it. Aether reaches down between them and slicks his own cock up with the mess. 

Then Rain’s being moved, hauled up along Mountain’s body until he’s fully in his lap, legs splayed over his hips. Head bumping back against the headboard. Mountain hooks his chin over Rain’s shoulder and looks down as Aether presses his fingers back against Rain’s hole to gather more slick. Rain feels himself clench around nothing. 

“Pretty,” Aether muses, meeting Rain’s gaze as he takes it upon himself to slick Mountain’s cock too. Taking Mountain’s cock in a tight fist and stroking. Mountain hisses, he turns his head to mouth at Rain’s jaw, breath stuttering out over Rain’s oversensitive skin. 

Rain hears how wet it sounds, all because of him. 

“Gonna take us both, baby?” Mountain asks, breathless already and Rain nods fervently. 

It all happens fast after that–or maybe Rain is just too fucked up to process the steps. His heat addled brain can only think of one thing, and then all of a sudden, he’s getting it. Aether helping to lift him up as Mountain presses his cock against Rain’s hole. Rain doesn’t so much drop down on it as he is pushed. Aether and Mountain’s hands guiding him in a slow slide. 

Rain’s body lights up in relief. Finally. Finally. He’s full. Everything slotting into place. He rolls his hips and Mountain groans, guiding him in a slow easy grind that puts Mountain’s cock right where Rain needs it most. Rain could sob with it. Pleasure finally unspooling at the base of his spine in a way that feels real. 

And then, he’s being pushed back, laid back down on Mountain’s chest. Mountains arms curling around his waist to hold him there. And Aether’s pressing in too. The fat head of his cock popping in alongside Mountain’s. Leaning forward, bracketing Rain between his big forearms, their foreheads coming together as he presses deep. Folding Rain further in half, pushing his thighs further open with the bulk of his body. He snugs up between Mountain’s legs until he’s as deep as he can go. Both of them wedged inside of him until he’s full. Changed. Complete. 

They’re all still for a few breaths. Aether tilting his head to kiss Rain softly, tongue dragging over the seam of his lips until he can lick inside. Rain welcomes him, opens himself to all of this. Let’s Aether lick the whimpers from his mouth as he squirms and clenches around both of them. Desperate for friction. Body still screaming to be knotted, heat roaring up in him again the longer they stay stagnant. 

Then they both start to move in opposite directions, a counter rhythm and Rain’s brain goes silent for the first time in hours. 

Rain keens.  He tries to rock back on them, to meet them where they fuck into him quickly gaining speed as they find their rhythm. But Mountain stops him with a firm grip on his hips. Stilling him with ease that makes Rain’s stomach clench. Rain stops, sags, allows himself to melt into Mountain and Aether, into the easy glide of their cocks in and out of him. Rain whimpers, eyes rolling back, falling closed. 

“That’s it,”  Mountain says, voice tense. “Relax, Raincloud. We’ve got you.” 

“Lie back and take it,” Aether adds, affection coloring his words even as his thrusts turn toward rough. “Let us take care of you.”