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.âïœĄForeverïœĄâ.
The Ghoul x plus size reader
So, when I hold her close I might loosen my grip, but I won't ever let her go
Warnings: very loosely implied cannibalism, fluff, no use of Y/N
WC: 481
Stick Season (We'll All Be Here Forever)
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The Wasteland was beautiful in a way, she thought. The vast emptiness that unfolded in front of her from her perch in an abandoned highrise was what she imagined the pre-war ocean to look like; waves of yellow and orange, reflecting the setting sun.Â
âEat.â The rasp of her companion pulled her gaze from the haze of night quickly settling over them. She looked upon the embers of the now extinguished fire where her dinner sat, warming. She did not know where the cut of meat had come from, nor did she care to find out. But the rumble of her stomach was all the motivation she needed to reach out and carefully lift the charred slab from where it rested upon an ancient pan.
The crunch of dirt under his boots was all the warning she received before the sun-worn ghoul took a seat on the bench beside her. A groan passed his lips like a puff of air as he finally laid down his heavy load. âWeâll get to Philly tomorrow, whatâs left of it anyway. Stop for supplies.âÂ
She hummed in agreement as she leaned back against the window sill. âIâm almost outta vials.â It was an almost defeated answer to a question she hadnât asked. She knew he had been reckless with the last job, pushing himself too far, stretching his stash too thin. But long gone were the days where she would scream at him for being so stupid as he ignored her almost constant warnings. Now she only wiped her right hand off on her dusty pants and fished three small vials from a pocket on her plump thigh.
Without a word, she handed them to him and took another bite of her meal. The leather of his gloves gently caressed her palm as he took the last dregs of humanity he had left. âYou always carry these âround?â
His voice was far softer than she was used to, sand against sand rather than the grind of stones. She finally looked over at him, just catching the flash of long-dead emotion in his deep brown eyes. âItâs what us cowpoke do, stay prepared.â She winked at him with a small but no-less genuine smile, expecting a snide comment from the old ghoul.
Instead, he took her free hand into his own, their fingers intertwining. She could feel the places where they had been broken and cut, the roughness of his skin that came with the curse of his very existence. His grip on her tightened as he opened his mouth to speak, but no words came.
She simply nodded and turned back to watch as the last ember flickered out as his eyes remained upon her, some long dormant ache in his chest rearing up once more.
And as the sun finally dipped below the horizon, in the darkness, he could smile back at her.
[Verse 1] Let's drive for no reason, let's see where these wheels land Let's grind down the curve of this earth You look fine in the evening and, honey, it's starting to storm When we kissed in the car in the school parking lot Where I'd go with my friends to get drunk Used to wish I meant anything to anywhere, to anyone [Pre-Chorus] When forever was a sentence, sentence to death Oh, when you wДre a running tear, I was a drop of sweat And thД edges of your soul, I haven't seen yet Now I'm glad I get forever to see where you end [Chorus] I won't be alone for the rest of my life I'll build a boat for when the river gets high And I'll meet a girl in the heat of July And I'll tell her so she knows That I'm broke, but I'm real rich in my head That I broke a bone that never healed in my hand So, when I hold her close I might loosen my grip, but I won't ever let her go I won't ever let her go Woo [Verse 2] Remember when we called the cops 'Cause I got too high, and you got scared And the cops just laughed? We can't make rent, so we window-shop In the Upper West Side , oh, my God Could you imagine that? [Chorus] I won't be alone for the rest of my life I'll build a boat for when the river gets high And I'll meet a girl in the heat of July And I'll tell her so she knows That I'm broke, but I'm real rich in my head That I broke a bone that never healed in my hand So, when I hold her close I might loosen my grip, but I won't ever let her go I won't ever let her go [Outro] When forever was a sentence, sentence to death Oh, when you were a running tear, I was a drop of sweat And the edges of your soul, I haven't seen yet Now I'm glad I get forever to see where you end To see where you end
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Iâll Show You How Beautiful You Are.
Plus-size Fem!Reader x Swiss Ghoul
Warnings: Insecurity about weight, some negative associations with being bigger, smutty towards the end.
A/N: You canât tell me Swiss wouldnât be into bigger girls??? He definitely would be. (Just adding the fact that Iâm plus-size myself⊠yes this may be an entirely self-indulgent fic.)
Y/N was stood in front of the mirror, examining herself. Letting out a sigh, she groaned as she wrapped her arms around herself. She hated how she looked in this damn dress.
âWhatâs up, baby?â
She saw Swiss approach her in the mirror, wrapping his arms around her from behind as he gently pressed his lips to her neck. Y/N sighed again, putting her hands over his.
âI hate this, Swiss. I feel disgustingâŠâ She mumbled, turning around in his arms so she was facing him.
âWhat do you mean, my love?â He asked as he looked at her with his head tilted, slowly moving his hands from her waist to her hips.
âI just⊠I look so⊠awful and chunky.â She said, bringing her hands up to rest against his chest. Swiss looked at her, his brows furrowing in confusion.
âYouâre joking, right?â He asks, being completely serious. He did not see anything wrong with the way she looked at all.
Y/N shook her head, her eyes flicking to the floor. He sighed, tilting her chin so she was looking at him again.
âY/N, baby, you are literally the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And trust me when I say, tonight you look absolutely breathtaking.â Swiss said, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
âBut⊠this dress, it just⊠it shows off everything⊠everything I donât want it to show.â She mumbled with a sigh.
Swiss spun her round to face the mirror, standing behind her with his hands still on her hips.
âY/N, are we seeing the same thing?â He asks, making her look at herself.
She moves her arms back across herself, covering her stomach as she sighed.
âMy tummy, my thighs⊠everything looks massive.â She groaned, clearly feeling awful about herself.
âBaby, I think you look amazing. This-â He says as he moves his hands up to her stomach. âIs beautiful..â Swiss moves his hands back down, to her thighs this time. âLucifer knows that you know how I feel about your thighs, my love.â He mumbles, nuzzling his face into her neck as he lets out a quiet purr.
Y/N chuckles slightly, shuddering as she feels his lips graze over her neck. A light blush spreads over her cheeks as she turned around to face him once again, her arms wrapping around his neck.
He wraps one arm around her waist, the hand other moves down to caress her ass. He lifts his head to look at her, a slight smirk on his face.
âHow about I show you just how beautiful I think you are, huh?â He mutters, dropping his head to whisper in her ear. âHow about I spread those pretty thighs?â
Y/N feels herself shiver, leaning into him.
âI, uh- we have to leave in half an hourâŠâ She mumbles, tripping over her words, clearly flustered.
Swiss shrugs, looking down at her with a smirk on his face.
âIâm sure it wonât matter if weâre a little lateâŠâ He says, his voice low.
Y/N flushes a darker shade of red, her fingers rubbing the back of his neck. Before she knew it, Swissâ lips were on her own. Kissing her softly at first; although that didnât last long. Their tongues battled inside of their mouths and Swissâ hands were roaming all over her body. He pulls away for just a second, looking at her.
âDo you want this, baby?â He asks, a twinkle of lust and desperation in his eyes. Y/N nods eagerly, pressing her lips back to his.
Swiss slowly guides them towards the bed as they kiss, laying Y/N down on the bed. He straddles her, looking down with a smirk.
âNow, as much as I love this dress on you, can I take it off of you?â He asks, his voice sickly sweet. She nods in response, moving her body as he removes it from her; leaving her in just her bra and underwear.
He moves up the bed slightly, bending his head down to kiss her lips. The multi-ghoul slowly moved down, kissing her jaw, then her neck. He gently nips at the skin on her neck, leaving a few marks on her. Y/N letâs out a tiny whimper, craving more of his touch.
Sitting up slightly, Swiss looked down at her, examining her body.
âAbsolutely beautiful.â He said, tracing his fingers down her stomach. He bent down again, leaving a trail of soft kisses down her stomach; then he lifted her thighs up slightly and he placed a soft kiss to the fabric of her underwear, just over the right spot to make her whine.
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~What A Difference a Day Makes~
High noon, blistering heat scattered across the wastelands. Rolling waves of heat come off of the scared man. His weathered coat and hat absorbs the warmth of the sun. But a man like him doesnât mind it. He clings to its warmth like he clings to radiation itâs familiar and after 200 years of life thatâs the first thing that gets him going. As he traverses the weathered ground and picks from the weathered weeds heâs home and home is wherever he lays his hat. And today his hat lands right at your home.
Word Count: 3,102
Warnings: Hostages, Explosions.
Tags: The Ghoul/Black Plus-Sized Reader, Fluff, Domesticity, Banter, Slowburn(Kind of, not really)
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The Ghoul enters an old dilapidated town,âWell, well, what do we have here?âÂ
 He trips and before he can figure out what it is that he tripped on he hears music, a song from the past. âWhat a difference a day makesâ Â
The Ghoul pauses for a moment, letting the song wash over him. He hums softly to himself before his features fall back into the familiar sardonic smirk. âWell, ain't that just a day late and a dollar short.â
Suddenly the record stops then it rewinds, a haunting and demonic sound ringing through the speakers from that turntable. It explodes and sends him hurling towards some old rickety building.Â
He slowly gets back up, rubbing the back of his head. His expression changes from amusement to annoyance. âWell, ain't that just a real humdinger. What's a ghoul gotta do to get some peace and quiet around here?â
He suddenly feels the barrel of a gun at the back of his head "Now I don't know who you are and what your doing here but you have about three seconds before I blow your head to smithereens"
He turned slowly to see a beautiful brown figure, she had luscious full lips that were twisted in a scowl, a sharp stare that could cut glass, and a body that would make any man fall to his knees. Which is what our cowboy wants to do so bad but he also doesnât want to get shot.Â
âWell, ain't you a proper little ray of sunshine, darlin'? If you want to know who I am, just call me The Ghoul. As for what I'm doing here, well, sometimes a fella jus' needs a little excitement, know what I mean?â
"And what pray tell would that be?" you looked at him, gun nudging his forehead.
âWhat do I want? How âbout a damn drink and a decent meal. Maybe even a little bit of friendly conversation that doesn't involve pointing a gun at my head?â The Ghoul's tone is cool and calm, unruffled by the threat of violence.
You take his bag from him and motion him to hand over his weapons, after all your modified grenade launcher is much scarier then some dinky pistols, after collecting the items you bind his hands with rope tightly and make you decent to your base of operations.Â
"Alright if food and good company is what you seek then I guess you can follow me, but don't think you can escape or I'll make sure you face my music."
All while you're talking he for some reason canât stop staring at your lips, The Ghoul raises an eyebrow, his smirk turning into a wry smile.Â
âWell, looks like I'm just a damn dog on a leash now. But, if that's what it takes for a little vittles and banter, I guess I can't complain. Lead the way, darlin'. I'll try not to bite.â He shows you a grinning smile.Â
It takes half a day's journey to get to a dilapidated house on the outskirts of the shady sands. We walk in and it smells of mildew and dust.
 "Welcome to my abode, rough skin." I tie him securely to a sturdy post of the house. He has enough room to sit at the dinner table without causing too much of a fuss.
The Ghoul glances around the dilapidated house, taking in the dusty surroundings. He doesn't hide his surprise, but masks his discomfort with sardonic wit.Â
âWell, ain't this just the picture of comfort and luxury. Mildewed walls, a chair that's seen better days, and the distinct smell of desperation. It's like a damn holiday.â
"I'm sorry this house is 250 years old and has survived two nukes safe to say I think I'm doing just fine, besides it's not like you know any better.âÂ
The Ghoul laughs, a raspy, guttural sound.Â
âTwo nukes, you say? Well, now we're talkin'. But hey, maybe I just prefer the finer things in life, like a decent roof over my head and a bed that doesn't squeak louder than a dying Radstag. But who am I to complain? After all, I'm sittin' at the table of a bonafide wasteland celebrity. And the company ain't half bad, either.â
"You're funny, what's your name?" I squint and I lean in closer to his face.
The Ghoul gives a crooked grin, revealing yellowed, pointed teeth. âThey call me The Ghoul, sweetcheeks. But you can call me whatever you damn well please. Just don't expect me to be all sunshine and butterflies every damn minute.â
âYou idiot I already knew that,â You chuckle and hit his arm playfully, âBut you do look awfully familiar, I can't quite put my nose to it but I'm sure I'll figure it out soon enough"
The Ghoul's lip curls into a smirk as he leans in close. âWell, darlin' if you recognize this old mug of mine, then you must be one hell of a fan, considering how much more handsome I used to be.â
He takes a moment to relish in this compliment before his sarcasm returns. âNow, are we gonna talk about my good looks all night, or are ya gonna get a fella somethin' to eat?â
"pushy, much" I rummage through my cabinets to open my secret stash of food behind my fake out cabinetsÂ
"Alright I have some cram and mac'n cheese and drum roll please"
The Ghoul's eyes light up at the sight of the canned meals, He quickly returns to his usual sarcasm.Â
âWell, hot damn! Look at you, pullinâ out the good stuff. I reckon Iâll take a bowl of that there âmac and cheeseâ you mentioned. Gotta tell you, darlinâ, nothing says fine dining like canned crap.â
"You didn't even let me tell you what was for dessert, hmph." In your pouty frustration, he finds it endearing which is awfully close as he remembers that one you have him tied up in your hide-away, and two he barely even knows who you are.Â
The Ghoul chuckles, enjoying this brief interaction with someone who isn't actively trying to kill him.Â
âDesert, you say? Well, now you have my full attention. Let's hear it, darlin'. What's the sweet treat you're hiding in that stash of yours?â Â
"Fancy lads snack cakes, they are actually good which worries me because that means they put all sorts of chemical crap in here. But beggars can't be choosers can they?"
The Ghoul's eyes light up again, and he almost seems enthusiastic.Â
âWell, now we're talkin'! Fancy lads snack cakes, huh? Sounds like a piece of pre-war heaven. Hell, I've tasted dog food that was better than some of the slop I've come across in the Wasteland. But, you're right, darlin'. When you're out here scavenging for scraps, you gotta take what you can get.â
"I'll heat this stuff up then." You turn away blushing,and you honestly donât know why?
The Ghoul gives you a sly smile, noticing your flushed cheeks, and nervous nature.Â
âWell, ain't that a sight for sore eyes. Here I am, tied to a chair and at your mercy, and you're the one gettin' all flustered. Careful now, darlin'. If you keep givin' me these heated stares, a fella might start getting some ideas.â
"Now what kind of girl do you take me for?" You raise my brow and smirk.
The Ghoul's eyes twinkle mischievously as he looks you up and down.Â
âWell, darlin', let's see. You're a proper little badass, ain't ya? Tying me up, feedinâ me grub, givinâ me the eye. I reckon you're the kind of girl who knows how to hold her own in this here Wasteland, and if provoked, could knock a fella flat on his ass with just the force of your glare. Hell, I'd say you're the kind of girl who could kick my ass while lookinâ damn fine doinâ it.â
"That's real cute but flattery will not get you untied." I get closer to whisper in his ear "Mister~"
The Ghoul chuckles, the hairs that would be on the back of his neck rising at your touch. âWell, ain't you a sly one? Look darlin', I'll gladly sing your praises from here to the Grand Canyon. But you're right, there ain't a compliment in the world that could charm these ropes off me. And don't get me wrong, I ain't complainin'. A pretty lady, good food, and I'm tied down at her mercy? Sounds like a hell of a good time to me.â
"Your just in luck because the food is ready." You take the macaroni and cram off the fire and plate it on the mis-matched plates and cutlery.
The Ghoul's eyes light up as the food hits the table. Well, isn't this a sight for sore eyes? You ain't pullin' any punches, darlin'. Canned mac and cheese and cram. It's like a damn feast for a Wasteland king. I appreciate the effort, darlin'. You've got me hooked. He grins, his stomach rumbling in anticipation.
"You really better be glad I'm wasting my food on you, if I didn't have other food drops and suppliers you'd be starving."
The Ghoul gives a hearty chuckle, his sharp teeth glinting in the light. âOh, darling, I'm aware. Believe me, I don't take your generosity lightly. But hey, I'd say I make up for it with my sparkling personality. He winks playfully. If you wanted to leave me hungry, you would have done so already. So, why feed me? You gotta be expectin' somethin' in return.â
"Honestly I don't know why I'm helping you, you just feel familiar to me and I don't know why. It's like in my mind I know who you are. But I don't know I might just be talking out of my ass."
The Ghoul's grin falters for a moment, his thoughts racing. He can see the confusion and memory in your eyes. âAh, familiar, eh? Well, I won't lie, darlin'. I've been around these parts for a damn long time and have met more than my share of fascinating folks. It could be I've got a face that sticks in the mind. But, who knows? Maybe it's just a coincidence. The Wasteland is a mighty big place.â
You abruptly pause and think for a moment, âWould you want to watch a movie with me?"
The Ghoul's eyebrow arches in surprise and amazement. âNow, that's a damn fine suggestion. It ain't often a ghoul gets an invitation to watch the latest Hollywood flick. But, if you're askin', I'd love to join you. As long as it's a proper action movie, none of that romantic crap. I wanna see things blow up and people kick ass, you know what I mean?â
You laugh at his response, gritty and rough, â"Oh yeah you can watch my favorites with me. I only really have a cowboy cooper so I hope you don't mind." You give him a sheepish smile.
The Ghoul's expression grows intrigued. âCowboy Cooper, eh? Sounds like the kind of movie fit for a true Wasteland outlaw. As long as it's got that proper Wild West charm, I'm in. You better believe I'm ready to sit back and enjoy the show. Let the explosions and bullets fly, darlin'. Hell, it might even make me forget about my current predicament.â
"You're such an old man."Â You chuckle to myself as I turn on the movie.
The Ghoul lets out a low chuckle, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. âWell now, aren't you the little firecracker? I ain't called old man in years. But hey, if it gets me a front row seat to this flick, I'll wear that label proudly. Now, let's get this show goin'. Nothing like a proper Western to get a ghoul's blood pumpin'â
You watch the movie together on your dilapidated couch on a tv that somehow works. "Now I know who you remind me of."
The Ghoul nods, his eyes flicking between the movie and you. He can tell youâve got something on your mind. âGo on, darlinâ. I could use a good mystery unraveled. Who do I remind you of?â
You make this somewhat off connection in your mind. "Cowboy Cooper, your voices are somewhat similar and you both have the same teeth which is shocking considering you're a ghoul."
The Ghoul's expression is unreadable for a moment as he processes your statement. Then, a slow, sardonic smile spreads across his face.Â
âWell, now, isn't that something. Cowboy Cooper, huh? Guess it makes sense, given this oleâ rugged good looks. I'll take that as a compliment, darlinâ. As for the teethâŠwell, I guess you could say life's been rough on them. But it just gives me that extra charm, don't you think?â
"I guess." you chuckle to yourself, as I start to rest your head on the ghouls shoulder.
The Ghoul's smirk softens slightly as he feels you rest your head on his shoulder. He can't help but let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.
âWell, ain't you somethin'? Here I am, all tied up and helpless, but somehow I end up playinâ the role of your personal pillow.â
You nuzzle into him, âWell you are comfier than you look.â You smile to yourself, this is honestly the first time youâve felt anyones touch in a long time.
The Ghoul's smirk widens into a wolfish grin. He leans against the ropes, allowing you to use him as your makeshift pillow. âWell, darlin', if I knew Iâd end up as the Wastelandâs next hottest pillow, I would have tied myself up years ago. But I gotta admit, youâre onto something. Maybe itâs these rugged good looks that make it so comfy. So, is this my new job? Just stayinâ put so you can rest your pretty little head on my shoulder?âÂ
"Whatever you say cowboy," you yawn and stretch off of him. "Hey I don't know if you ghouls need to sleep but I will be doing that upstairs. i'll even tie you to my bed so I can sleep easier"
The Ghoul canât help but chuckle at your bold invitation. He gives you a sly look, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.
âWell now, ain't you the forward one? I haven't slept in years, so you don't gotta worry about me gettinâ into mischief while you catch your rest. As for the whole "tying me up to your bed" shenanigans, well, I won't say I'm opposed to the idea.â
You chuckle and give him a sleepy smile. "I bet you aren't, come on cowboy" As you lead him upstairs.
With a low chuckle, the Ghoul follows you up the stairs, his steps slightly hindered by the ropes. Despite his predicament, he canât help but feel a bit excited at the prospect of spending the night in your bed. âWell, darlin', if you're offerin', who am I to refuse? Just donât hog all the covers, alright?â
"Ah ah take off your shoes" You grin with your hand wide open motioning him to give them to you.
The Ghoul pauses for a moment, confusion flickering across his face. âMy shoes? Look, darlinâ, I ainât one to question a lady, but this seems like a bit much. If I take my shoes off, then the next thing I know, youâre gonna be demanding I sleep naked and give up my guns.â
"That's not a bad idea, hand em over cowpoke" You knew he had extra weapons you were honestly confused as to why he hadnât tried anything.
The Ghoul raises an eyebrow at your suggestion, but canât help but chuckle, clearly amused.Â
âOh now, darlinâ. Donât get me wrong. Iâm a wild one, sure, but takinâ off my shoes and sleeping naked? You keep making me an offer like that and Iâm gonna start thinking youâve got plans for me beyond just restinâ. Maybe I oughta keep my weapons within reach, just in case.â
"Relax if you think I'm thinking about doing anything of that nature you're surely mistaken" this next part you say under your breath "I've never even done that."Â
The Ghoul quirks an eyebrow at your muttered words. âNow wait now, hold up. That sounded like a mighty important confession you just let slip there. Are you tellin' me that youâve never done any of that?â His eyes rake over you for a moment as a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face. âSeems like some fellas in this world are missing out on a good time.â
"Oh be quiet" you throw a pillow at his face and you take his weapon and throw it at the far side of the room. "And if you don't mind I'll be sleeping with my gun, is that ok?â
The Ghoul catches the pillow with a smirk, setting it aside. He watches as you move his weapons away, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. âOh trust me, darlinâ, Iâm perfectly fine with a lady keepinâ her weapon close. In fact, Iâd say itâs a mighty smart move, even when youâre sharinâ a bed with a fella like me. Canât be too careful in this Wasteland.â
"Hmmm you're too eager and I don't like that, but I'll keep you around. I need a guard dog after all" You smile cheekily at him.
The Ghoul's smirk turns into a wolfish grin, revealing a hint of sharp teeth in the dim light. Your wink doesnât go unnoticed, and he canât help but appreciate your boldness. âOh darlinâ, youâre playinâ a dangerous game. Keep givinâ me those looks and making comments like that, and you just might find yourself tangled up in somethinâ more than just bedsheets.â
You roll my eyes "goodnight Cowboy"
The Ghoul watches you roll your eyes, a smirk plastered across his face. He canât help but laugh as you bid him goodnight, his deep chuckle filling the air.
âAlright there, darlinâ. Goodnight~â With a wink, he settles down on the bed, his gaze never leaving you.Â
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Love Trope February! Plus-Sized: Aether x Reader
(Y/N) and Aether have been friends for a few years since they are the band manger/Copiaâs assistant and before that, they had been Terzoâs until he retired, so itâs safe to say they are pretty good friends with everyone in the band. (Y/N) is closest to our lovely Quintessence ghoul and in fact, has had feelings for him since they have met him, but they can never imagine the attractive ghoul to ever even look at them like that. Why youâre asking? (Y/N) is a bitâŠbigger than most of the other Siblings, they have thick thighs, hips, love handles, and a tummy, all things that they have been made to believe make them undesirable. But little do they know, the thickest ghoul in the band has feelings for the thickest Sibling in the Ministry, he has been in love with them since he first laid eyes on them, but he has a similar fear cause of his thick thighs, tummy, and his pecs that are a little squishier than they should be even with the muscle he has. Along with the fact that Swiss has made it clear he has his sights set on them, why would they want the chunky dad friend when they could have the toned life of the party. Will these two thick lovebirds get together or will Swiss steal away the lovely (Y/N).
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Welcome to the 2nd chubby/plus-sized reader of this series! I had this one planned out long before I made the Alpha one. That one was simply due to the coincidence of YN being Omega's sibling, and I headcanon that Quintessence ghouls are typically quiet thick, both with muscle and fat, so I thought it'd be cool. I tried to not make the fact that YN was chubby/plus-sized, given by their confidence, other than the bitch who tried to insult our lovely YN, but a bad bitch knows their worth and YN don't give a fuck. Anyways! I hope you guys enjoy this, I didn't wanna make this one a basic plus-sized reader fic and have them sniveling about their weight 3 paragraphs in (I am guilty of have another chubby reader where they do cry about their weight, but it's cause of mean bitches). This YN is insecure yes, you'll figure this out quickly, but they also know their worth for the most part, they are a bad bitch who knows how to do their job.
Again no smut, but there is some making out ;)
E/C = Eye color H/C = Hair color Favorite scent = Idk, pick whatever you think you smell like or what you think you'd smell like to a ghoul! There is one gendered nickname but it said "sweet girl/boy" so pick whichever you feel comfier with, if neither than jus say sweet thing in yo mind, its your life, idc whatcha call yourself its your experience
- Love Whiskey <3
Copia and the ghouls had just finished their final bows and tossing out picks and drumsticks, while (Y/N) was finishing up setting up their hotel for the night when they are suddenly tackle hugged from behind before being picked up and spun around by a laughing Swiss, âPut me down you Smiley faced dumbass before you throw your back out!â they screech, clinging to his arms, âDoll, you weigh nothing to me, your lighter than a twinkie, which by the way, I have a stockpile of on the bus that I snagged from the last gas station.â Swiss laughs, as he sets them down, they quickly whirl around and smack his chest. âJust because you guys have super strength compared to humans, doesnât mean Iâll ever get used to being picked up by you.â they laugh, Swiss just grins as Aether comes up to them, âI see he got to you before I did, can I get a hug too if I promise to not pick you up?â he asks, holding open his arms, âI donât know youâre pretty sweaty.â they tease, âI am less sweaty than Mountain, who I can easily convince to force you into a nice big ghoul hug.â Aether joking threatens, âFine, fine, just because I love you.â they laugh, wrapping their arms around the Quintessence ghoul, not noticing how his face flushes a light violet thatâs hidden by his mask nor the way Swiss glares at him, Aether simply rolls his eyes and squeezes (Y/N) tight against him, basking in their warmth and softness.
âAlright, get changed and get back on the bus in less than 30 minutes, I will be timing you. Last one on has to room with Copia.â (Y/N) says as they pull away, patting Aether and Swiss on the shoulder before running off to probably check in with Copia and let him know of their now reserved hotel rooms. âI felt how flustered you got Lover Boy, getting all hot and bothered by a simple hug?â Swiss snarks, Aether gives him a look, âNo, I did not get âhot and botheredâ, they just give nice hugs.â he returns, walking towards their shared dressing room, Swiss of course following to keep bothering him. âOh, Iâm sure thatâs all it was.â is all he says as he yanks off his stage uniform and mask, tossing the helm onto the couch, and drops his glamor, gold and silver eyes now exposed as his light brown human skin fades to his normal grey, horns also exposed too. Aether says nothing as to not give the Multi anymore ammo.Â
The pair emerge, Swiss wearing a pair of sweats and a simple black t-shirt while Aether is in black jeans and a half done button up, exposing chest hair, both remasked even with their glamors up. (Y/N) was standing near the door, typing on their phone, probably texting the other ghouls and crew to hurry up or their being left behind, they run a pretty tight ship and even though people have complained to Copia about it, all he says is â(Y/N) has helped us in many ways you donât see, theyâre the reason your sleeping in an actual bed instead of in the crew bus or van tonight so hush or your bed will be given away.â This doesnât stop the gossip though, insults given towards the curvy Sibling before their back, though most quickly learned not to say anything in front of the ghouls, less they want a trip the hospital with a claim that they got attacked by a mountain lion.Â
âI see you two finished quickly, head back to the bus, Iâll be there in a few, just have a couple things to finish up.â (Y/N) says, âIâll stay with them, go ahead mate.â Aether says, nodding for Swiss to go ahead. Even though he clearly wants to argue, Swiss begrudgingly trudges off towards the ghouls bus, âYou donât have to stay Aeth, Iâm fine by myself.â (Y/N) tries to insist, but the large ghoul shakes his head, âIâm not gonna let you stand here by yourself, thatâs boring and dangerous for someone like you.â he says, (Y/N)âs face falls slightly, âSomeone like me?â they ask. Aether realizes his fuck up, âI me..mean someone whose as beautiful as you shouldnât be left where they could get snatched up.â he says, a blush, once again thankfully hidden by his mask, spreads across his cheeks. The curvy Sibling drops their head to hide their own blush, âYouâre just sayin that ya big sweetheart, nobody would want to steal me.â they laugh nervously.
Aether frowns, stepping closer and, with a sudden burst of confidence, he tilts their chin up âI say it cause itâs true, if I had the chance, Iâm snatch you right up and steal you for myself.â he teases. The light blush on (Y/N)âs face erupted into a violent red that reaches their ears, âI-â is all they get out when suddenly Sodo, Mountain, and Rain appear, âHey guys, Copia says that the crew has everything about loaded so we ca.., did we interupt something.â Dew trails off, eyes darting between the human and ghoul, âN..No! Aether said he saw something on my face so he was just looking!â (Y/N) exclaims, its a poor excuse but itâs the first thing that came to mind. âOkay..anyways, he said we can head to hotel if weâre ready and heâll catch up later.â he finishes.
âAwesome, I was just waiting for you guys so letâs go.â (Y/N) says, quickly turning and walking out the door, the ghouls look between each other, âDid you do something?â Mountain asks, not necessarily accusing but there is a hint of a threat to the question. âNo, of course not!â Aether says, groaning as he brings a hand up and rubs down his face, âI..may have called them beautiful and made a joke about stealing them for myself..â he says quietly, face burning with embarrassment. The others stand there for a moment before Sodo and Mountain burst out laughing, âMan, I never thought youâd have the balls to make a move Cupcake, good for you.â Dew cackles, moving to slap the taller ghoul on the shoulder, âI didnât make a move on them! I just complimented them and made a joke.â he insists, âYeah yeah, letâs head to the bus, my feet hurt and I want a real bed, me and Rainy have a date.â he say slyly, tail wrapping around the Water ghouls wrist, âShu..shush Dew, you just said you wanted to room with me so you donât have deal with the others snoring!â Rain says, letting the smaller guitarist drag him out the door. Mountain pats Aetherâs shoulder, âCome on Lover Boy, before Swiss can make a move too.â he says, pulling the Quintessence ghoul with him.
The pair make it back to the bus, (Y/N) was no where in sight, âThey immediately ran and seem to be hiding in their bunk.â Sunshine says. Aether decides against bothering them right now, heâll apologize for overstepping when they get to the hotel. Mountain takes the driver seat and puts in the address (Y/N) had sent to him when he texted asking where he was going, it didnât take long, only about 20 minutes, to reach the hotel. Sodo bolts out the doors with his bag slung over his shoulder and Rain in tow, (Y/N) follows suit as they quickly dart out to check in and get the keycards. The others make their way in, Aether being the last in so he had the last pick, the girls of course grouped up, Swiss and Mountain paired up (he tried to convince (Y/N) to room with him but they said âHell no, last time we roomed together, I woke up to you sprawled naked on my bed with Sodo!â), and of course Rain and Sodo. Copia tends to get a room to himself unless either the hotel doesnât have enough room or (Y/N) decides to punish a ghoul (and Copia by extension) by making them room with Papa.Â
âI guess weâre together then.â Aether says, (Y/N) nods, hiding their red face as they duck down to grab their bag, âYeah, room 207, the otherâs are spaced throughout the hall except for Sodo and Rain, theyâre right next to us.â they grimace. âOh no, Iâd say letâs hope they donât fuck but we both know Dew can never keep it in his pants and Rain can never say no to being fucked.â Aether jokes, trying to lighten the mood, the human laughs as they make their way to the elevator. They hit the button to take them to the right floor, standing next to the buttons with Aether on the otherside, there is an awkward silence as the elevator ascends. Just as Aether got the courage to speak, the elevator dinged and the doors opened, âCome on, this way.â (Y/N) says, lugging their bag as they start walking down the hallway, he sighs and follows. Soon they stop outside the door labeled 207, opening the door using the keycard and holding the door so Aether can enter.
Once they have their things set on their chosen beds, (Y/N) flops down with a groan, kicking off their boots, âFuck, I never thought today would end!â they say loudly, throwing their arms up before letting them flop back above their head. âYouâre telling me, it felt like todayâs Ritual was 5 hours long! Papa kept going on and on during his monologues, I swear he makes them longer each time.â Aether groans, plopping onto his own bed after kicking off his own boots and tossing his mask onto the nightstand. Theres a beat of silence before they try to speak, âIâm so-â, âWan-â, they look at each other and laugh, âGo ahead Aeth, yours sounds more important.â (Y/N) insists, sitting up and crisscrossing their legs, âOkay, I just wanted to say sorry if I overstepped earlier, I do legitimately think your beautiful (Y/N), I wasnât messing with you.â he says, fiddling with his tail nervously.Â
The curvy human stares at the ghoul in shock, no one had really complimented them outside of the ghouls, who all insisted that they were gorgeous and even called âsmoking fucking hotâ by Sodo, who had winked at them, but they never took them seriously, thinking that they were just trying to make them feel better. But the way Aether apologized and the look of pure seriousness on his face makes them believe that he is telling the truth.
âYou didnât overstep Aether, donât worry, I just..am not used to someone complimenting me and then saying something soâŠI donât know, like they want me.â they explain, crossing their arms across their stomach in an act of self-comfort. âOh honey, your absolutely gorgeous, you have to have all the Brotherâs and Sisterâs back home lining up at your door.â he insists, (Y/N) laughs, âYour funny Aeth, most of the other Siblings avoid me if you havenât notice..most of them think Iâm either stuck up due to my position or that Iâm hideous, for obvious reasons.â they say, gesturing to their body. Aether frowns, standing up from his bed and walking over to the human. Sitting in front of them and grabbing their hands gently and with possibly the softest look they have ever seen in their life, he says â(Y/N), never call yourself hideous. You are the furthest thing from even the word ugly, you are breathtaking, forgive me if Iâm being too much, but the second I saw you, I swear I thought you were a fallen angel, you are so beautiful you rival the angels themselves.â (Y/N) stares at the ghoul, mouth open in shock, Aether continues, âYou might just be the most enchanting creature I have ever laid eyes on and anyone who says your less than gorgeous, then they have to be blind.â he finishes, taking a deep breath.Â
(Y/N) is close to tears, simply staring at the Quintessence ghoul, the feeling of butterflies in their stomach when the ghoul had grabbed their hands turned into a swarm of hornets with bashfulness. Aetherâs cheeks are covered in a violet hue as his own butterflies turn into a tornado of nerves, he decides to just say fuck it and land the final blow, âWhat I guess Iâm saying is, I love you (Y/N), more than anything on Earth or in the Pit. You are exquisite and I hope you feel the same because I donât know what I will do if I canât hold you in my arms or kiss you.â he says, royal eyes staring in (E/C), his tail nervously flicking behind him.
A deep silence fills the room, the human never expected Aether to ever feel the same way for them that they did for him, his confession shocked them into silence, mouth opening and closing like a fish. The ghoul takes their silence as rejection, ears lower and tail drooping, he starts to pull away, but before he can, (Y/N) grabs his face and presses their lips to his, eyes shut tightly as they try to express all the emotions they feel for him through their connected lips. Aether freezes for a moment, but quickly melts into the kiss, tangling his fingers into (H/C) locks as he pulls them closer.Â
The kiss turns hungry as (Y/N) tugs Aether closer to them, their hands migrating down to wrap around his neck, playing with the small strands of hair at the base of his skull. The large ghouls growls lightly as he hovers above the human, nipping at their lip, eliciting a gasp from them, before slipping his forked tongue into their mouth, their wet muscles fighting for dominance before choosing to simply tangle together as Aether strokes a hand down their side, slipping a hand under their shirt. This makes (Y/N) gasp and pull away, instinctively grabbing the intruding hand, âI..Iâm sorry, I donât think Iâm quite ready to..go that far yet..Iâm sorry if I seem like a baby.â they whisper, a look of shame overtaking their face.Â
But before they could look away, Aether grabs their chin, forcing them to look him into the eye. Pressing a gentle kiss to their cheek then their forehead, â(Y/N), my love, I completely understand, never apolgize for establishing a boundary. I should be the one apologizing for trying to push things, Iâm sorry for that.â he whispers, pressing a kiss to their swollen lips. He rolls off of them, choosing to lay next to them instead. (Y/N) turns to look at him, but before they can speak, he presses a finger to their lips, âIf your thinking I would ever possibly be disgusted by your body, think again, I could never be anything but aroused by such a sexy body. But I am not going to force you to do anything you arenât comfortable with, if you rather, we can simply cuddle or I can go back to my bed if youâd prefer?â he states, grabbing a small hand and kissing their knuckles. âNo, please stay. Cuddling would be nice.â they say softly, grabbing the guitarists hand and pulling it to place their own kisses. Aether smiles at the adorable sight, he grunts as he shifts to instead lean against the pillows, opening his arms in offering for them to lay against him. (Y/N) grins, squirming up to snuggle against the Quintessence ghoul, who wraps his arms around them and nuzzles his face against their hair, sighing contently as he inhales the smell of their (perfume/cologne) and their own scent of (favorite smells).
This is where they remain for a long time, simply basking in the warmth of each other, sharing soft kisses and then trailing them elsewhere, hands do wonder a tad but only over top of the clothing. Eventually (Y/N) speaks, âI think we both need to shower and change before we sleep, I donât fancy falling asleep in jeans and the shirt Iâve been wearing all day.â Aether groans but he knows their right, he may have changed but he still smells like sweat and he doesnât like sleeping in jeans either. He insists (Y/N) showers first, saying heâll find a movie for them to watch while he waits, the Sibling presses a quick kiss to his lips before rolling out of his arms and off the bed, âFuck I always sleep in shorts..well itâs not like heâs never seen me in them before.â they think to themselves as they gather a pair of black, loose sleep shorts and an oversized t-shirt, along with their toiletries, (possibly stolen from the ghoul currently in their bed, but theyâll never admit it) as Aether grabs the hotel tvâs remote and turns it on, some random tv show starts blaring from the speakers as they close the bathroom door.
(Y/N) makes quick work of showering, saving brushing their teeth once they eat, reminding themselves to mention ordering food to the room (that is what they were originally going to ask Aether about earlier) before the ghoul gets in the shower. Opening the door as a cloud of steam escapes the bathroom, they exit and toss their dirty clothes next to their overnight bag, Aether is lounging on the bed, watching some MTV show, when he turns to look at them. He canât help the way he looks up and down the curvy Siblings body, eyes hungrily taking in their thick, bare thighs and the way their hips follow the curve of their love handles, âEyes up here mister.â (Y/N) says in a jokingly serious tone, crossing their arms. Aether chuckles, standing up from the bed, coming over to wrap his arms around their waist, âSorry sweetheart, you just look so good.â he says, pressing a kiss to their neck. They laugh, pushing him away, âNo way buster, youâre still stinky and I just got clean.â they say, Aether whines but obeys, walking over to his own bag to grab some clothes for after his shower.
âBy the way, are you hungry? I was going to ask earlier beforeâŠall that happened. Wanna order food before you get in the bathroom?â (Y/N) asks, jumping on the bed and grabbing their phone, pulling up Doordash and scrolling through the options, âYeah sure, whatâs around?â Aether asks as he grabs his bathroom things, pair of sweats under his arm. âUhhh, fast food, burger joint, Chiles, and some Mexican place.â (Y/N) replies, âIâm good with anything, you pick.â he says, âChiles?â they offer, âSounds good, remember my usual?â Aether asks as he walks to the bathroom. âYeah, still have it saved from last time!â (Y/N) chirps, already adding their order to the cart.
They place the order, and it arrives a few minutes after Aether gets out of the bathroom. They eat on the bed while watching some Adam Sandler movie that had popped up. Once they finished, they somehow shoved all of the trash into the small trashcan next to the dresser holding the TV and brushed their teeth before snuggling under the covers. (Y/N) with their head on the ghoul's soft chest, arms wrapped around him, while Aether has one arm around their back while he fiddles with the TV. Eventually, they fall asleep with the TV still droning on in the background.
The next morning, Aether wakes up first. He is at first confused by the feeling of a body pressed against his since he knows he was sharing with (Y/N), but then everything that had happened the night before comes flying back, he had confessed and (Y/N) reciprocated. They slept together in the same bed, (Y/N) is cuddled up on top of him, seemingly having moved in their sleep, head tucked into his neck and laying between his legs. He lets a dopey smile overtake his face as he gently hugs the human closer, rubbing his cheek against their hair and wrapping his tail around their thigh. Today was a simple travel day, so while they didnât have to exactly rush, they didnât have all day to lay in bed before Sodo and/or Swiss came banging on the door, demanding they let them in, usually ending up with the ghouls in one or both of their beds, cuddling into whoever their chosen victim was and making them late.
Aether chooses to let (Y/N) sleep a little longer, not wanting to ruin this moment just yet. The TV was still on, playing some random soap opera now, he chooses to watch for a little while as he takes in the warmth and softness of his new partner. Once the commercial break starts, he decides to wake them, â(Y/N), my love, itâs time to wake up.â he calls softly, pressing kisses across the bits of face he could reach, earning a groan on protest as the human tucks in further, trying to escape the albeit pleasant wakening but not wanting to wake up yet, â5 more minutes.â they whine. âNo sweet girl/boy, you need to wake up, unless you want Dewdrop and Swiss to bust down the door and see you in those sexy shorts.â he purrs, nipping at their now-exposed ear. This gets a yelp and a cracked (E/C) eye at him, suddenly their head shoots up as they realize their positioning, but before the anxious human can move off of him, Aether wraps his arms tighter around them, âAh Ah, I just wanted you to wake up, I didnât ask you to move did I?â he asks, raising an eyebrow. âAr..arenât I too heavy?â they ask, âNo, not at all darling, now stay put unless youâre getting up to use the bathroom.â he states, they huff but accept the situation, laying back down as they grab their phone from where it was charging.
After a few minutes, (Y/N) has to get up to use the bathroom when there is a sudden rapid knocking on their door, âAeth, (Y/N)! Open up, lemme innnnn!â Sodoâs whine comes through the door, Aether groans as (Y/N) opens the door, âDid you have to let the Gremlin in?â Aether asks, Dew simply sticks out his tongue, âYou two love me, you canât deny it.â he snarks as he wraps his arms around (Y/N)âs waist. âSomeone woke up extra clingy this morning, did snuggling with Rainy all night not meet your quota?â (Y/N) teases, hugging the Fire ghoul back, âHe kicked me out of his bed claiming I was trying to start stuff, I canât help he has such a squeezable ass!â Sodo whines, âDonât worry Aeth, yours is the bestâ he says with a wink to the Quintessence ghoul who flips him off.Â
This is when the normally oblivious ghoul becomes quite perspective, he takes in how there was clearly only one bed used, the other only having slightly ruffled sheets from when Aether had sat on it for a minute, âAeth did you finally tell them?!â he asks, mouth dropping open, looking between the human heâs hugging and the other ghoul. âYes, I did. So donât be getting any funny ideas ya little shit.â Aether grumbles from the bed, â(Y/N), you seriously got with Beefcake over here? You couldâve had your pick of the litter!â Sodo whines, the human laughs, pulling away to sit next to their partner, âYes, I did. Love you Dew, but Aether is the comfiest thing I have ever slept on, no offense but Iâm pretty sure my ass would break any of the rest of you.â they say with a wink. The Fire ghoul smirks as he joins the pair on the bed, wiggling his way into Aetherâs lap, âDonât say that before you try it Marshmellow, youâd find I can handle quite a lot~â he purrs, earning a tug on his tail by an annoyed Quintessence ghoul, âTheir mine, hands to yourself unless otherwise told so Spice Boy.â Aether growls though he hugs the Gremlin closer. (Y/N) laughs and lies next to the ghouls, taking in what they hope is the first of many fun and cuddly mornings.
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Not Good Enough
Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader
Summary: You overhear Dean say some hurtful things about you to Sam and decide you need to change, much to Dean's dismay.
Warnings: cursing, mutual pining, mentions of violence, body issues/esteem issues, past trauma, illusions to eating disorders and sexual assault. SMUT, oral (M and F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), dom/sub vibes, dirty talk.
You didn't like to think about your life before the Winchesters. Most of the time, it was easier to pretend you didn't have a past--no dark and morbid history to share, no pain and trauma still lingering deep within you.
Sam and Dean were the only ones you'd felt comfortable opening up to, and even that took years. Life had not been kind to you, and the scars on your body and in your mind were the proof.
Eight years ago, your hellish life took a turn for the better, but only after you almost lost it. You'd been walking home after a late night filled with bad decisions, when you were attacked. The man was fast, vicious, and cruel--taking what he wanted from you and leaving you for dead.
As fate would have it, the Winchester brothers were in town hunting a nest of vampires, and had been prowling around downtown waiting for one to make an appearance.
It was Dean who heard your screams, your cries for help, your sobs. It was Dean who came running into the dark alleyway without a thought for his own well-being. It was Dean who dropped to his knees beside your beaten and broken body...who took his jacket off and draped it over you to cover your mostly exposed form. It was Dean who gently scooped you into his arms and carried you to his car...and it was Dean that stood beside your hospital bed until you opened your eyes again.
Sam had eventually tracked down the man who had attacked you. It turned out, he had attacked several other women in the downtown area over the previous few months. Dean had been surprised to discover the man was just that--a man. Not a shapeshifter, a ghoul, a demon...not a vampire or a werewolf...just a man. His status as a human did not, however, make him any more safe from your avenging savior.
You'd never asked Dean exactly what had happened to your attacker, and he'd never talked about it. All you knew was he would never hurt anyone ever again.
It was unlike Dean to trust a stranger, and certainly out of character for him to confide in one, but there was something about you that seemed to draw him in. He felt as if he'd found a kindred spirit in you, someone who could understand him in a way even his brother couldn't.
Once you were on the mend, Dean made you an offer--one you were thankful you didn't refuse. You joined the brothers on their adventures--saving people, hunting things, the whole nine yards.
Overtime, you had become an integral part of their small family unit. Either brother would have died for you and you for them. There had been more than one close call for each of you over the past eight years, and more than one monster brutally slain to protect you.
You were closer in age to Sam, only a year younger than him, but Dean had always been the one you were closer to. Just as Dean had seen a kindred spirit in you, you had seen one in him. He understood you, he respected you, and he cared about you more deeply than anyone in your life ever had.
In the long years you'd spent in their constant company, you'd begun to change. The darkness that lived inside you seemed to fade, as if being near the Winchesters brought a light into your life you didn't know you needed. The mental scars you'd carried began to heal, even if the ones on your skin would always be visible.
There were still days where the darkness would rise within you, dark thoughts rolling through your mind, bringing you to your knees with a pain you could never describe. There were days when you would look in the mirror and hate the reflection gazing back at you--seeing the girl you had once been instead of the woman you now were.
There were moments when you'd forget all the progress you'd made, mind focusing instead on all of your flaws, all of your failures. The worst part was many of them lived only in your mind--you knew no one but you could see them, but that didn't make them any less real to you.
Lately, you had been struggling with self-esteem issues you'd long since buried. You'd thought you'd come to terms with who you were and what you looked like--accepted the body you had. Weight had been a struggle for you your entire life, and for a long time, you turned to terrible habits in order to lose weight and attempt to keep it off.
Those habits had ended eight years ago, but the issues they'd covered did not. Today was one of the bad days. One of the days you stared in the mirror and hated the image you saw--the softness, the curves, the fat. That was the word that kept repeating in your mind, fat, fat, fat.
You tried desperately to block it out, to remember why you loved your body just as it was, but those thoughts wouldn't leave you alone. The darkness inside you was too much to battle, the pain of hating yourself too much to cope with.
You'd been thankful for the bunker the day the three of you had discovered it, but you were even more grateful on days like today. Days you wanted to spend holed up in your room, refusing to face the outside world.
As much as you wanted to lay in bed for the entire day, your grumbling stomach soon became too much to ignore. You knew you needed to eat--there could be no more starving yourself, no more binging and purging--you needed to eat.
You dragged yourself out of bed and tugged on a pair of sweatpants before cautiously opening your bedroom door. You listened for the sounds of either brother moving around. Upon hearing none, you made your way slowly towards the kitchen, intent on making yourself a sandwich and retreating to the safety of your room.
Just before you rounded the corner to head into the kitchen, you heard Dean's low voice rumbling from inside. You froze in place, pressing yourself against the wall, not wanting to be seen or heard. You fully intended to creep back to your room--you really did--but the sound of your name leaving Dean's lips held you in place.
"(Y/N)'s not strong enough," Dean hissed. You could tell by the tone of his voice he was angry, very angry.
"Oh come on," Sam snapped. "She's been doing this for eight years. She's more than capable."
"Are you insane? I mean, really and truly crazy? She'll get herself killed!" Dean's voice had risen in volume and you heard Sam shush him quietly.
"Don't wake her up," Sam chided.
You heard Dean's annoyed sigh and your eyes fluttered closed for a moment. You knew what they were fighting about. You and Sam had a conversation a couple days ago about you hunting on your own. You'd asked for his thoughts and Sam had been honest and supportive. He said you were more than capable of hunting on your own, should he or Dean not be available to go with you. Your hunting skills were certainly not on their level, but if the case was simple enough, you would be fine.
Clearly Dean did not agree with his brother's assessment of your abilities. "She's not strong enough, or fast enough, or physically prepared to hunt on her own. She's just not, okay? She's different from us...she's not built like we are."
"Do you even hear yourself?" Sam asked incredulously.
You bit your lip to keep from whimpering aloud, Dean's words having cut straight through you like a hot knife. You blinked back your tears as you moved as quickly as possible back to your room without making noise.
Dean's words repeated on a loop inside your head, echoing your own darkest thoughts about yourself. Even Dean thought you were too fat, too weak, too useless to do anything on your own. You realized he likely only allowed you to hunt with him because he felt sorry for you--a pitying friendship you didn't ask for.
Despite the irrationality of your thoughts, you could not escape them. You couldn't fight them off, either because you didn't have the strength or because you were afraid they were right. Your mind once again played tricks on you, dragging you down into the darkness--but this time you succumbed, allowing your own tears to drag you into a nightmare fueled sleep.
Unbeknownst to you, Sam and Dean's conversation had continued in the kitchen. Neither of them had noticed your presence, both too upset with the other to focus on anything else.
"Look, (Y/N) is my best friend. Other than you, she's my favorite person...hell, I like her more than you sometimes," Dean confessed. "I just--I don't want to lose her. If we let her go out there without backup and something happens to her, I'll never forgive myself. I'd rather her never hunt at all, but I think she'd kill me if I told her to sit out on a fight just because I'm terrified of her dying."
Sam was quiet for a moment as he regarded his brother. Dean was not known for his vulnerability, nor for sharing any of his deeper emotions, but Sam could see something simmering just beneath the surface--some emotion beyond rage and fear lurked in his brother's green eyes.
"What are you really saying, Dean?" Sam asked quietly.
Dean looked at the floor for a long moment before answering. "When we met (Y/N), I was instantly drawn to her--like a moth to flame. I don't know what it was, but I felt connected to her in a way I'd never felt before. That feeling has only grown in the past eight years and now I can't imagine living life without her. I don't want to imagine it. A world without (Y/N) in it isn't a world I want to exist in."
Sam exhaled slowly, realization crossing his features. It was rare for Dean to care for someone so deeply, but when he did, he became irrationally protective. Sam was painfully familiar with that particular side of his brother's nature. He also knew what it meant, what Dean was really saying--even if he wasn't ready to admit it.
"You should talk to (Y/N)," Sam urged. "Both about how you feel, and about why you don't want her to hunt alone."
"What do you mean, 'how I feel'?"
Sam raised his eyebrows. "You know exactly what I mean." He didn't give his brother a chance to respond. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and walked out the door, claiming a need to workout.
Dean watched Sam walk away, and a feeling of mild terror settled into his bones. He'd come very close to admitting how he really felt about you and it scared him. Hell, his feelings scared him. The fact that he was foolish enough to fall in love was bad enough, but the fact that you were the one who'd stolen his heart made it so much worse.
He'd told himself he would never fall in love, never get married, never settle down--this life wasn't conducive to any sort of domestic bliss. Part of him didn't think he deserved that kind of happiness, but the main issue was the danger of loving you so deeply. He knew the risks, knew how it would turn out--bloody, like it always did.
In his mind, the only way he could keep you safe was to pretend all he felt for you was platonic friendship. He could protect you on hunts and his guard would never be down around you, so he could protect you in every way. He'd seen how far you'd come, how strong you now were, and there was no way he would be the reason the world lost your beautiful soul.
No one could ever know the truth, not even Sam. The only way this didn't end bloody was if you never even suspected Dean loved you. No monster would be able to use his love for you against you, no monster would ever hurt you just to get to him. For you, for your safety, he was willing to break his own heart.
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It had been three days since you'd overheard the conversation between Sam and Dean. The first two days, you'd remained secluded in your room, claiming a migraine any time either of the boys came to check on you.
This morning, however, you'd woken up with a goal. You showered, got dressed, and made your way to the kitchen. As you were fixing yourself some breakfast, you heard someone enter the room.
"You're up early," Sam said warmly.
You turned to glance at him with a soft smile. "I wanted to get a head start on the day."
Sam raised an eyebrow, but didn't comment. "You're feeling better, I take it."
You nodded. "Yeah, that headache was brutal." You felt bad for lying, but it was easier to fein a migraine than it was to admit what you'd overheard and the dark thoughts you'd been plagued with.
"Well, I'm gonna go for a run," Sam said cheerfully. "Any chance I could entice you to come with me?"
You laughed and rolled your eyes. "Not unless someone's chasing me."
He chuckled and ducked out of the kitchen, taking a bottle of water with him. Sam always asked if you wanted to join him on his morning runs, but he knew you were unlikely to ever agree. You hated running almost as much as Dean did.
You ate your breakfast quietly, contemplating your plans for the day. You had decided to start a new routine today, a routine you intended to continue until you felt better about yourself or until you could get Dean's words out of your head, whichever came first.
After breakfast, you went into the library to do some reading, intending to allow your stomach time to digest your food. You weren't sure exactly how much time had passed, but Sam had returned from his run, showered, and was now eating his breakfast at the table while scrolling through the latest news stories on his computer.
Dean, unsurprisingly, was still not awake, despite the fact that it was 10am.
You closed your book and stood up. "I'll be down in the gym if you need me," you said to Sam as you crossed the room towards the door.
"You'll--what?"
You gestured towards the hall behind you. "I'll be in the gym."
He looked perplexed, but didn't comment on your sudden desire to workout. He could tell something was a little off with you, but he had the feeling you wouldn't want to talk about it, so he decided to let it go. After all, it's not like going to the gym was something he needed to worry about--it wouldn't kill you (unlike some of your previous bad choices).
When you reached the gym, you looked around and sighed. You'd always hated working out. It was a reminder how out of shape you were and how imperfect your body was. Sure, hunting kept you relatively healthy--you had surprising stamina and endurance, but the weight just never seemed to fall off. You'd begun to feel like your fat was holding some kind of grudge against you, intent on making your life miserable for some perceived slight.
You sighed again and walked over to the treadmill in the corner. You stared at it for a few minutes, deciding whether you really wanted to use it. You'd always hated the treadmill, but you needed to start somewhere, so you hopped on and started to walk at a brisk pace.
Thirty minutes later, you switched to the stationary bike, wanting a change from the monotony of walking. Twenty minutes after that, you were bored out of your mind. You decided to try something else. Maybe lifting weights would do the trick.
About two reps in, your headphones died and you groaned in annoyance. You tugged them out of your ears and tossed them to the floor, opting instead to blast your music loudly through the bluetooth speaker Sam kept down there.
Alanis Morissette's voice now carried down the hall, but you couldn't be bothered to care. She was your go-to when you were feeling angry or upset, her music always making you feel better, especially when you scream-sang along.
After a few more reps, you decided to work on your boxing skills. Sam had taught you years ago, mostly as a way to teach you some fighting skills. You wrapped your hands to protect your knuckles, settled into your stance, and began hitting the punching bag. The release of frustration you felt was almost immediate and you realized you should have just done this from the start.
Upstairs, Dean was just returning from running an errand. He'd woken up and been distressed to find they were out of bacon and beer--his two main food groups. He'd gone to the grocery store to restock and was now happily cooking an excessive amount of bacon for his breakfast.
"You know you should eat something besides bacon, right?" Sam teased him.
"Nothing is better than bacon, Sammy. Nothing." Dean scooped the rest of the bacon onto his plate with a look of glee.
"Heart attack on a plate," Sam muttered.
"Oh shut it," Dean grumbled as he bit into his first piece. He moaned obnoxiously, causing his brother to roll his eyes dramatically. "Where's (Y/N)?" He asked, words garbled by the bacon he was still chewing.
"What?"
Dean swallowed. "Where's (Y/N)? I stopped by her room before I went out and she was gone."
"She's in the gym."
"I'm sorry, she's what?"
Sam shrugged. "She's in the gym. She went down after breakfast."
"Why?"
"I assume to work out," Sam said lightly.
Dean groaned. "Obviously, smartass, but why was she gonna work out?"
"I don't know, dude. Why don't you ask her?"
Dean looked down at his plate. "I will once I finish my bacon."
Sam rolled his eyes, but didn't comment further.
Once Dean had finished his breakfast, he made his way down to the gym, a feeling of dread settling into his stomach. He couldn't really put a finger on why, only that he didn't like the feeling.
As he neared the gym, he heard 'You Oughta Know' blasting down the hallway. He didn't hear your voice over the lyrics until he actually entered the room. He would have smiled at the sight if he wasn't so worried about you.
Your back was to him as you continued to pummel the absolute shit out of the punching bag. Dean had to admire both your form and the power you exuded. But as he watched you, that feeling of dread began to creep higher into his chest, wrapping itself around his heart.
He called out your name, but you couldn't hear him over the music. He spotted the speaker and walked over to turn it off, plunging the room into a shocking silence.
You spun around, surprised to see Dean standing beside the speaker. "I, uhh, I called your name," he muttered sheepishly.
"Oh, sorry. I was kinda in the zone."
He nodded. "Yeah, I noticed. So, uh, whatcha doin'?"
You raised an eyebrow. "Working out...as one does in a gym."
He winced, feeling like an idiot. "I know that, but what I don't know is why."
"Why what?"
"Why are you suddenly working out in the gym for two straight hours? You hate the gym."
You stared at him with an unreadable expression. Your eyes were dark and your jaw was set as you regarded him. "You can't think of any reason?"
Dean thought about it for a moment. "No...hence why I'm asking."
You gestured to your body. "Because I'm not strong enough or fast enough or physically fit enough to hunt...sound familiar?"
Dean winced, eyes widening with realization. "(Y/N), I--"
You held up your hand. "No need to apologize, Dean. I realized you were right. I am weaker than you and Sam, I am slower and heavier and fatter--I am completely less physically capable than either of you. So obviously, I need to do something about that. Hence the gym."
Dean stared at her, anger darkening his features. "None of that is true."
"Of course it is, Dean. You said it yourself. I'm just agreeing with you."
"Of course you're not the same as us, (Y/N), but that has nothing to do with your body or your weight or your ability. We're men, and large ones at that. We're physically built different than you, but that doesn't mean you need to change anything about yourself to be more like us."
"Well clearly I do, or you wouldn't have found my body so unacceptable--you wouldn't have told Sam I'm not capable of hunting on my own."
Whatever thread was keeping Dean from yelling finally snapped. "Your body isn't unacceptable! You aren't weak! There is nothing wrong with you--nothing!"
You were stunned into silence by the intensity of his words. You didn't know how to react or what to say.
Dean sighed deeply, feeling the anger drain out of him at last. "You didn't hear the rest of our conversation, did you?" His voice was barely a whisper, but you could hear the raw emotion in it.
You shook your head.
"You should have stayed...you may have learned something."
"What would I have learned?" you asked quietly.
"You would have realized that your interpretation of my words wasn't at all how I meant them. You would have heard me tell Sam how terrified I am of losing you, how that fear makes me want to keep you out of this life--away from hunting entirely. You would have seen that I love you just the way you are--that I don't want you to change a single thing about yourself. You would know that I am the problem, not you...it was never you."
"Dean..." you whispered, unsure of what to say. "You...you don't need to try and make me feel better."
He stared at you, green eyes full of fire. "I'm not trying to make you feel better. I'm trying to be honest about my feelings--to make you see you the way I see you."
"Why now?"
He was taken aback by your question, and it took him several moments to respond. "You know how I feel about romantic attachments...I worry about losing the person I love most, simply because they were unlucky enough to be loved by me. The fear of losing another person I love or have them be used against me is a pain I'm not sure I can bear. But you--you deserve better than my fears. You are the light to my darkness, my reason for living. I can't stand the thought of you believing I think less of you, not when I would burn the world down to keep you safe."
"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" you whispered, a glimmer of hope sparkling in your voice.
Dean took a step towards you. "If you think I'm telling you that I've been in love with you for years, that I love every single part of you inside and out, that I don't want you to change a single thing, that I think you're perfect...then yes."
You exhaled sharply, breathing ragged as you stared into his soulful green eyes.
He crossed the short distance between you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body, not caring about the sweat staining your body.
He practically crushed you against him, holding on more tightly than you'd ever imagined he would. After several moments, he loosened his grip on you so he could gaze down into your eyes. A small, lopsided smile graced his lips and his eyes fluttered shut. As his lips grazed against yours, you sighed softly, causing him to immediately deepen the kiss.
His hands dug into your soft flesh, seemingly reveling in the feeling of your body in his arms. His kiss was everything you'd imagined it would be and so much more--you felt safe, loved, and cherished. You didn't know you could have those feelings from a single kiss, but here you were, drowning in emotion, his love the life raft saving you from darkness.
When you finally parted, Dean rested his forehead against yours. "Do you believe me, (Y/N)? Can you see how much I love you? How badly I need you?"
"Yes," you breathed. "I believe you."
He sighed happily, breath mingling with yours. "Will you let me show you?"
You pulled away from him slightly so you could see his face better.
His eyes were dark with hunger, his gaze almost predatory. If you didn't know him, you would be frightened.
"Let me show you, sweetheart," he begged softly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Let me show you how much I love your body--how badly I've wanted to touch it, mark it, make it mine. Let me touch every curve, kiss every scar--bite and lick and suck every pleasure point until you're a moaning mess in my arms. Let me make love to you the way you deserve."
No man had ever spoken to you like that, and you felt your toes curl at his words. If he could spark your body alive with nothing but words, you wondered what he was capable of doing with his body.
Your breathing was labored and your voice husky as you murmured, "How could I ever say no?"
Dean smirked and he tugged you to him again, lips crashing against yours. You felt his hands all over your body, clutching any part of you he could reach. His mouth left yours, lips trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking gently against the sensitive skin. He licked the column of your throat and groaned softly, muttering "salty" in a devilishly sexy voice.
You pulled away, suddenly remembering what you'd been doing when Dean interrupted you. "Wait--I-I need to shower first."
Dean groaned in annoyance. "No you don't."
You started to peel him off you with a light chuckle. "Yes, I do. I feel gross."
He pouted adorably. "For the record, I would make love to you on the sparing mat, right here, right now."
You laughed. "As hot as that might be, I really want to shower...I'll even let you join me." You shot him a wink and ran toward the door.
He realized what you'd said and turned to run after you, chasing you all the way to the showers. You giggled when he caught you, tugging you to him to kiss at your exposed neck and shoulders.
"Shower!" you squealed.
He groaned. "Fine, fine."
He practically dragged you into the bathroom, turning away from you to turn on the water before tugging you into the shower with him.
"Dean, our clothes--"
"They'll dry," he grumbled, fingers tugging on your shirt to lift it over your head.
You allowed him to remove it, neither of you paying attention to where it landed as he tossed it out of the shower. He did the same with his own shirt and jeans, followed by your leggings.
He spun you around, so your back was pressed against the cold tile, water spraying across your chest. He unzipped your sports bra and you allowed it to fall to the ground, revealing your heavy breasts to his wanton eyes.
"Fuuuuck," he groaned, lips attaching to your pert nipple.
You ran your hands through his hair as he continued his gentle assault on your breasts. His lips didn't leave your chest, even as his hands trailed down to slowly peel off your underwear.
He slipped two fingers between your folds, collecting your slick and pressing firmly against your clit. You moaned softly at the sensation, head falling back against the tile.
He removed his fingers, slipping them between his lips and sucking them dry. "I need more," he murmured hungrily.
He dropped to his knees and grabbed your right leg, slinging it over his shoulder before you could utter a word. You started to complain that you needed to wash the sweat off first, but he ignored you, tongue sweeping between your folds without a care.
Any protests you may have had were lost as he worked his magic on your pussy. Your fingers twisted into his short hair, head back, mouth open, drowning in the pleasure he was giving you. You were thankful for the tile you leaned against and his strong arms holding you in place as he feasted on you.
Your legs began to shake and you cried out his name seconds before your orgasm hit you, sending you spiraling into bliss. Dean didn't want to stop, but your hands weakly tugged on his hair and your legs began to buckle, so he pulled himself up to keep you from falling.
"Delicious," he whispered against your mouth as he pressed another kiss to your lips.
You wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him closer to you and he shifted to press his body tightly against yours. You gasped as his still clothed member brushed against your thigh and your hands instantly slid down his body to rid him of the annoying fabric.
"Wanna touch you," you begged softly.
He groaned, but pulled away from your reach.
"Dean," you whined.
"Shh, let me wash you first," he insisted.
"But--"
He cut you off with a kiss. "Let me worship you before you touch me--I wanna make this about you."
Your expression softened and you leaned into him. "I love you, Dean."
Your voice was a low whisper, but he heard it all the same. You hadn't said the words earlier, a fact he had been trying to ignore. Hearing you say them now nearly had him throwing all his plans for the next week out the window--wanting to do nothing more than worship you from dusk to dawn for the foreseeable future.
"Dean?" you whispered warily, concern filling your eyes.
He used all his self-control to push his own needs and wants aside. "I heard you, baby," he assured you. "I heard you."
His kiss was gentler this time, sweeter even, and it warmed your body from the inside out. He broke away, panting, a whispered "I love you" pressed into your skin as he made his way down your body and back up again.
After what felt like an eternity, he grabbed the shower gel and loofa and slowly began to lather you up, washing your body in a surprisingly sensual way. When he finally decided you were clean, he helped you under the spray and made sure all the suds were rinsed off.
"Can I touch you now?" you begged.
He smiled warmly. "I suppose I can allow it." He forced his voice to be steady and calm, despite the desire screaming inside of him--begging him to take you well and properly.
You sunk to your knees, gaze lifting to meet his. You gave him a shy smile before taking his cock in your soft hands. He was larger than average, but you weren't afraid of the pain. Instead, you focused on giving him the same intense pleasure he had given you.
When you wrapped your lips around his cock, his head fell back and a groan escaped his parted lips. His fingers danced across your scalp, gathering your hair to one side so he could see you properly.
"Shit, sweetheart," he mumbled. "You're taking me so well."
You moaned around him, pleased with the praise he offered you. You continued to work him, using your tongue to caress and tease him in ways he'd never experienced before.
He wasn't at all surprised by your skill, but he was surprised by how damn good it felt. Sure, it had been a while for him, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten a blow job that made his knees weak--if ever.
"Shit, baby," he whispered. "I'm so close--gonna cum for you."
His fingers raked through your wet hair and he used his other hand to lean against the tiles behind you. His hips jutted forward slightly as you relaxed your throat, taking him as far back as you could.
You flattened your tongue against his cock and flexed it, repeating the motion a few times before Dean's grip on your hair became painful and he exploded into your throat with a cry of your name.
You swallowed everything he had to give you, not releasing him from your lips until he pulled away, forcing the two of you to separate.
Dean leaned back against the shower wall and pulled you towards him, trying to support his weak legs while also helping you up. Once you were on your feet, he tugged you into him and placed a feverish kiss to your lips.
He panted heavily when he finally released you from his tight grip, allowing you to suck in some much needed air.
"Where did you learn how to do that thing with your tongue?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
You smirked. "It's a natural talent."
He grinned. "Well I fucking love it."
You laughed and leaned back into him, capturing his lips in a sweeter kiss. "So what are your thoughts on continuing this elsewhere?"
"Well my plan was to make you moan my name for the next several hours...I don't care where we go, as long as you're willing to let me ruin you."
Your thighs clenched together involuntarily and you moaned softly, biting into your bottom lip to keep the sound from being too loud. "My room?"
"My room is closer," he murmured into your shoulder.
You smiled and backed away from him, causing him to pout. You turned the water off and continued to back out of the shower. You grabbed a towel and wrapped it around yourself, which only served to upset Dean.
"What do you think you're doing?" he growled.
Your eyes widened. "Putting on a towel so we can go to your room..."
"Did I say you could hide your body from me?" His tone was shockingly dominant and a spark of need went straight to your core.
"No," you whispered.
"I didn't think so." He stepped forward, dominance oozing from every pore in his body. "Drop the towel. Now."
You gasped softly, but heeded his command. The towel fell to the floor and he took yet another predatory step in your direction.
"Don't you ever hide yourself from me again. I wanna see every inch of your body." His hands grabbed at your hips roughly, tugging you towards him forcefully. "You're mine, do you understand me? Mine."
While the idea of someone owning you would normally piss you off, in this context it was a shocking turn-on. You swallowed thickly as you stared up into his heated gaze, suddenly unable to move, or even breathe.
He leaned down to kiss along your jaw towards your ear. He breathed slowly against your skin, causing you to shiver and clutch his arms for support. "Is this okay?" he whispered, voice still gruff, but much more loving.
You nodded, not trusting yourself to form actual words.
"Baby, I need you to tell me with your words. I need you to say whether this is okay or not. I don't wanna do something you're not into."
You turned your head a little so you could see his bright green eyes. The look in his eyes was reflected in your own and there was no doubt or fear in your voice when you answered him. "I'm very into it."
Your reassurance was all he needed to fall back into the dominant role. "Then you'd better get your ass into my bed before we have a problem."
You turned to open the door, yelping slightly when his hand smacked your ass. You shot him a surprised look and he looked slightly sheepish.
"Sorry, baby...I couldn't resist. You've got a great ass."
You smirked at the compliment and gave him a little wiggle before rushing into the hallway and making a beeline for his bedroom door.
He was surprised by your teasing action, but it only made him smile. He chased after you, mumbling, "Oh you're in for it now, princess."
You giggled as you landed on his bed, crawling up towards the headboard as he came through the doorway. He shut the door behind him and stalked to the edge of the bed, fiery gaze locked on you.
"It's unfair how sexy you look right now," he growled. "Makes me wanna fuck you senseless--make you scream my name until your voice is hoarse."
You gulped, trying to hide behind false bravado. "Are you going to do that from the other side of the room?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Don't be a brat."
"Why don't you come here and do something about it."
Dean practically jumped onto the bed, climbing on top of you and caging you beneath him in seconds. His cock was hard again, pressing against your thigh--a reminder of how badly he wanted you.
"Not so mouthy now are you?"
"Dean, I--"
"Hush," he murmured as he leaned down to kiss you. He shifted just enough so his cock brushed against your core, and you gasped into his mouth.
"How badly do you want me right now, (Y/N)?" he asked, voice rough with need.
"I've never wanted you more," you answered honestly.
He groaned lowly. "How do you want it? You want me to fuck you into this mattress or take it nice and slow?"
"Fuck me into the mattress," you begged softly. "Please."
"Jesus--I love when you beg for me," he growled.
"Fuck me, Dean," you pleaded. You weren't above begging, especially when it came to him.
Dean gripped his cock in his right hand and lined himself up with your entrance. He started to push in, trying to move slowly to avoid hurting you as much. "You're so fucking tight, baby," he whispered against your lips.
You gripped his biceps harshly, nails digging into his skin. The stretch was unbelievable, both painful and pleasurable all at once.
"You okay?" he whispered softly.
You nodded.
"Babe," he said in a warning tone.
"I'm okay--keep going."
He continued to push into you and your back arched as his cock brushed against your cervix. You whimpered at the feeling of fullness, and Dean struggled to remain motionless until you told him it was okay to move.
"I need you to move, Dean--please."
He pulled himself up slightly and started a very gentle pace, still allowing you time to adjust. The last thing he wanted was to make this painful or uncomfortable for you. He didn't give a damn about his enjoyment--all he wanted was to watch you fall apart over and over again.
"Your pussy feels incredible, baby," he groaned. "I could stay here forever."
He began to move more quickly and your breathing became more erratic as you reveled in the pleasure of the moment. Your moans were like music to his ears, spurring him on as he slid into you again.
"I love the sounds you're making, sweetheart. I wanna hear you."
He picked up his pace and shifted you into a new position so he could get even deeper inside you. You cried out as he hit your g-spot, pussy clamping down on his cock in response.
"Shit--" he groaned. "You're squeezing me so tight--taking my cock so fucking well, gorgeous."
Your back arched again and your head was tossed back, pressing into the pillows at the head of the bed. Your hands twisted in the sheets, unable to reach his arms or his back as he slammed into you repeatedly.
He knew you were close, but he wasn't ready to feel you cum yet. "Look at me, baby."
He waited until your hazy eyes met his.
"Don't cum until I tell you to, understand?"
Your eyes widened. "But, Dean--"
"Not until I give you permission," he said firmly.
You nodded rapidly, not wanting to risk your orgasm altogether.
"Good girl."
You moaned loudly and your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, causing him to echo the sound.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned. "You like it when I praise you, huh? You wanna hear about how much I love this pussy? How I've been thinking about fucking you for years? How I've craved your body?"
You were practically breathless beneath him, unable to formulate a response or even acknowledge his words.
"Your pussy is fucking perfect," he continued. "Made for me. And this body? Gorgeous and soft and fucking delicious. Can't believe I get to touch you like this--make you feel so good."
"Dean, please," you begged breathlessly.
"Not yet, sweetheart."
You whimpered, but continued to focus on staving off your impending orgasm.
"Who owns this pussy, baby?"
You didn't answer--too focused on not cumming until he gave you permission.
His grip on your legs tightened, bringing your attention back to him. "That's it, pretty girl, look at me. Tell me who owns this pussy."
"You," you gasped out.
"That's right. This pussy is mine. I'm the only one who gets to touch you like this--make you moan and whimper and scream. No one else."
"Only you," you cried.
"Fuck--" His breathing had become ragged and he had begun to struggle to keep himself from orgasming.
"Please," you whimpered.
"Please what, baby?"
"Let me cum!" you begged.
Dean decided to take pity on you. "Cum for me, baby."
"Dean!" you screamed as your orgasm ripped through you. The pleasure so white hot and blinding you nearly blacked out.
Dean helped you ride out the waves of pleasure before lowering himself back down to hover over you. He placed soft kisses to your heated skin and whispered, "You're so damn beautiful when you cum."
You were gulping down mouthfuls of air, but you heard his whispered words. "I love you," you murmured.
He groaned softly. "Love you more."
He picked his pace back up, intent on giving you another orgasm before allowing himself to cum.
It didn't take long for him to work you back up, letting you hang on the precipice of blissful pleasure once more.
"You feel so good beneath me, baby. I love watching your pretty face as you fall apart. I just can't get enough of you," he admitted.
Your nails dug into his back, indicating you also couldn't get enough of him. "Dean, I need more," you pleaded.
"Touch yourself for me, baby. I want you to cum before I fill you up."
You lowered your hand down and slipped it between your bodies. You found your clit with ease and began to gently toy with it, sending pulses of toe curling pleasure up your spine.
"Fuck, yes. That's it baby. God, this pussy is addicting...don't ever wanna stop."
"So close," you whimpered.
"Yeah, sweetheart? You wanna cum?"
"Please, Dean."
"How badly?"
"Dean," you whined.
"Be a good girl and tell me how badly you wanna cum for me and maybe I'll let you."
"Please-please-please," you begged. "I wanna cum so bad. I need to cum, Dean, please!"
As much as he loved prolonging your orgasm, he couldn't bear saying no to you. "Cum for me, sweetness," he whispered into your ear.
Your body began to shake as the dam broke once again. You cried out as the pleasure invaded all of your senses, overwhelming you completely.
Dean began to chase his own high, desperately needing to fill you up with his seed. "You're the only woman who makes me lose control," he whispered into your skin.
You were surprised by his words, but they warmed your heart. Dean wasn't the kind of man to lose control often, so the fact that you made him do so was a massive ego boost.
"I wanna feel you fill me up, Dean," you murmured. "Need your cum inside me."
"Fuck," he growled, teeth grazing your pulse point.
His hips began to stutter as he reached his peak. Your nails scraped along his back, giving him the last push he needed to fall over the edge. He came with a guttural growl of your name, ropes of hot cum filling your pussy.
His arms started to feel weak as his orgasm came to an end, and he collapsed on top of you, crushing you beneath his larger frame. You couldn't have been bothered to care if he'd literally smothered you--you were too fucked out to form coherent thoughts.
After a while, Dean managed to pull himself off of you, only to collapse on the bed beside you. He reached for you, strong arms wrapping around your waist to tug you into his chest.
"You're so damn incredible, (Y/N/N)," he whispered into your shoulder, lips pressing soft kisses there. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard--and you managed to do it twice."
"I can't feel my legs and my head is fuzzy," you mumbled. "So I second all of that."
Dean chuckled softly and held you even tighter. "I love you," he murmured. "More than you'll ever know."
"I think I have some idea," you whispered back. "And I love you just as much."
Dean smiled, feeling truly happy for the first time in as long as he could remember. He knew he should get up, help you clean up and all that, but he couldn't get himself to move and you weren't complaining. In fact, your breathing had evened out and he had a feeling you'd be asleep soon.
He kissed your shoulder one more time before resting his head comfortably on the pillow, feeling more relaxed than he had in a while. Just as sleep threatened to claim him, he heard his brother's voice from the other side of the closed door.
"While I'm super happy for you both, I have one request. Next time the two of you decide to fuck each other's brains out, could you at least have the decency to wait until I'm gone? I can't un-hear any of that!"
You laughed lightly and you could feel Dean's laughter rumbling in his chest from behind you.
"We'll do our best," Dean called back. "But no promises! She's simply too hot to resist--you never know when I'll get the urge to ravish her."
You laughed even harder, but you reached behind you to lovingly smack his hip.
"Ohh gross, dude!" Sam grumbled before walking away, leaving the two of you alone again.
"You're so bad, Dean Winchester."
"I didn't hear you complaining when I was making your legs shake ten minutes ago."
You tossed him a grin over your shoulder. "I didn't say it was a bad thing."
He matched your grin. "Touché, my love. Touché."
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Trust
[The Ghoul x Fem!Chubby!Reader]
Summary: Cooper finds out you're a virgin and helps you out. Warnings: NS//FW, MINORS DNI, Vaginal Fingering, Oral (f! receiving), pet names (sweetheart, darling), Soft!Cooper (because i said so), slightly insecure!reader, plus size reader, p in v, first time sex, potentially established relationship (you can read it however you want), no protection, creampie (don't worry, you have radaway), not proofread (im friendless) Word Count: 2.6k A/N: I just jumped into this, it wasn't even supposed to be this long... also please go easy on me, I'm still watching the show since I've been busy. And haven't written actual smut in months... SIDENOTE, i'm plus size/chubby so that's what I always envision when writing, but this is explicitly written with that in mind! Thanks, hope you enjoy!!
âCâmon, darlinâ,â Cooper drawls out. His gloved hands roam up your arms, his lips are pressed to your neck. âI can feel your heartbeatâŠâ His lips stop on your pulse. You can feel your heart pounding into your rib cage.
âCooper?â Youâre breathless, really. In a good way. But, fear comes creeping in. Cooper hums, telling you heâs listening. âIâm a virgin.â You are tense.
Cooperâs brow ridges knit together. He smiles against your skin. You feel it. He pulls away and his head drops to the side, his eyes watching you closely. You feel so⊠Small compared to him at the moment. Your anxiety is spiking. You breath hitches and Cooperâs smile fades.
âSweetheart,â Cooper lets go of you, but he doesnât back up. âWe can wait, if ya arenât ready.â
âI trust you.â You try to calm yourself. You do trust him, deeply and sincerely. You trust him more than anything. More than anyone else.
âBut?â Cooper gives you a playful grin.
âWhat do you mean?â You cock your head.
âThereâs always a but, doll. You trust me, but something else is wrong.â He states it like itâs obvious.
âOh.â You bite the inside of your lip, nearly drawing blood. You suck in air, harshly, and fidget in your spot. âUh, I donât like how I lookâŠâ
Cooperâs eyes widen as you speak. He is shocked. Completely and utterly shocked. âDarlinâ⊠You are one of the most beautiful people Iâve ever laid eyes on.â Cooperâs hands stay at his side, but you can tell he wants to touch you, guide you⊠Ruin you. âWe donâ have tâ do this right now,â He reassures, âor ever- But, if ya want-â Cooper leans in closer, his face inches from yours. â-I can show ya how beautiful I think you are.â
You swallow hard. âOh?â You sound surprised. You nod. âI would like that.â You whisper, not breaking eye contact.
Cooper smirks, âName the time and place, sweetheart-â
âHere and now.â You spit it out without thinking.
âYou sure?â He hesitates to touch you again. âA hundred percent?â You nod. Cooper smiles and pulls you into a kiss. Your lips press to his eagerly and you grab onto his duster, holding onto it like a lifeline. Cooperâs lips trail down your neck and rest on your pulse again. âYou really want this? I donâ need ya doinâ this just because-â
âShut up and kiss me again.â You whine. âPlease.â
Cooper does not hesitate. His lips hit yours and you kiss back eagerly. Cooperâs gloved hands roam down your sides and they rest on your hips. Your arms wrap around his neck and settle there. You are still slightly stiff, anxiety not completely subsided. Cooper makes it his goal to help relax you.
âYâknow,â he hums against your jawline, âI didn' know you could be⊠bratty.â You hum in return, in confusion. âYou told me to shut up, darlinâ.â
âI needed you to kiss meâŠâ your eyes are shut, head lolled back.
âOh, you needed it?â He teases. âThat bad, huh?â
You whine again, from embarrassment and pleasure. âYeah, I need you.â You state it, no questioning and somehow very confidently.
âAnd I need ya to look at me with demands like that.â He smirks at you. You look at him and pout. âIt ain't hard, sweetie. Promise.â
You groan. Your eyes lock with his, and your face heats up, exponentially so. âI need you, Cooper. I need you to touch me, kiss me⊠fuck me.â You immediately cover your face. Cooper laughs. His hand reaches for yours and pulls it down, showing your face to him again.
âDarlinâ, I ain't gonna hurt ya. No need to be all shy.â He kisses your jawline, up to your ear. âNow,â he whispers in your ear, âhow do you need me, exactly?â
âI already stated that!â
âNo, no,â Cooper nibbles your earlobe. âIn detail. And look at me this time.â He pulls away from your ear and looks at you again, closer to you this time. âHow do you need me?â
You let out a shaky breath. âI need you to touch me- I don't care where, or how. Please, I wanna feel your hands on my skin.â
âAtta girl,â Cooper begins to take his gloves off. âWasn't so hard, was it?â You roll your eyes. Cooper freezes. âDid you jus-â he squints at you, before smiling. âYou are a brat.â
You want to rip your hair out. âPlease, Cooper. I wanna feel goodâŠâ
He removes his gloves completely. His hands touch your clothed stomach, moving to your waist. Your heart is racing again. His hands scoot down to the hem of your shirt and you don't break eye contact with him. âIt's okay,â your voice is so soft, âI still trust you.â
Cooper nods. You help him get you out of your shirt. You're standing there now, just in your pants, wondering what led you to this situation. You're thankful; thankful or whatever force brought you to Cooper. His bare hands grab for your soft stomach, tracing over the stretch marks. You suck in air through your nose and look away from Cooper.
âI need you to keep your eyes on me,â Cooper moves a hand to your chin and redirects your eyes back to him. âNeed to know I'm makinâ ya feel good.â You nod. âGood girl.â Cooper begins to lead you towards the bed and sits you down on the edge of it. âNow, mind if I take these off?â Cooper motions towards your pants. You shake your head and when he grabs your waistband you begin to shimmy out of them.
The cool air hits your bare legs and Cooper crouches in front of you. You instinctively shut your legs together and gasp when Cooper's hands grab at your thick thighs. He doesn't pull your legs apart, not immediately. He watches you, examining your current expression, before continuing.
âStill okay?â He questions you. As soon as you nod, he gently pulls at your legs and you relax. He positions himself between your thighs and begins kissing your skin. One of his hands moves towards your panties. He rubs a stripe up your clothes pussy and you bite back a moan. Cooper pulls away from your thigh and looks at you. âAlready so wetâŠâ
âAll for you. Only for you.â You mumble. Cooper gives you a hungry look. Your stomach flips. He's grabbing at the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs in no time. The look in his eyes is something you're sure you've never seen before. Your skin is on fire and you do not want him to stop touching you. Or staring at you that way.
Cool air hits your newly exposed skin and you shiver. Cooper's fingers dance across your thighs. âYou positive this is what ya want?â You nod again, giving an enthusiastic yes. âIf you need me to stop at any time, tell me.â
âOf course.â You nod and lean back slightly, getting more comfortable on the bed. Your fists automatically ball the sheets up, and Cooper lets out a low laugh. âWhat?â
âThis is gonna be fun.â He says it like you're supposed to know what he means. You cock a brow at him. âYou're so soft anâ sweet. I can assure you,â He smiles against your thigh, one of his fingers pushing inside of you, âafter this, you won't want any other man or ghoul.â
And, God, do you know heâs right. His finger curls inside of you and your hips buck slightly. Cooper smiles against your thigh. Your eyes are stuck on him. Your chest is heaving already. Cooperâs thumb hits your clit and you gasp.
âEver touch yourself, sweetheart?â Cooper asks against your thigh. When you give a shy nod, Cooper chuckles. âBet it never felt this good, did it?â You shake your head. Cooper pulls his hand away from you and you tense at the warmth leaving you. âIâm assuminâ yaâve never never been tasted, hm?â You want to hide, you shake your head again. âGonna make ya feel so good,â Cooper promises. You know itâs a promise.
Cooper dives in, his tongue pushes into you and licks up your pussy. He groans as he tastes you. His hands grip your hips tighter and you wince. Cooper mumbles something into you about how good you taste and your hips roll. He holds you still. You let out a whine and beg for me. And who is Cooper to deny you of that?
His tongue swirls around your clit and, this time, two fingers push into you. Your palms dig into the bed sheets in your fists and you let out a soft cry from pleasure. Cooper hums against you and fire is building in your core. You go to roll your hips again and Cooper holds you down, hips pinned to the bed. His finger curls up and pumps in and out of you. You are immediately sent over the edge.
âAh!â You moan, your voice breaking, âCooper- Iâm-â
Cooper pulls away, his fingers staying inside of you. âI know,â His voice is gruff as he places a kiss on your thigh. âI got ya,â His fingers pull from you and they circle your swollen bud, and your entire body is taught, every muscle tense. Your orgasm hits hard.
Your body relaxes onto the sheets and your entire world is still spinning. You are seeing stars. âCooper-â You whimper. âFuck-â Your fingers uncurl from your palm and drop the sheets. Cooper is smiling at you. Heâs smug.
âI know, darlinâ, itâs a lot.â He crawls on top of you.
âSânot fair,â You mumble, you look up at him. He cocks a brow ridge. âYouâre completely dressed, anâ I'm not.â You huff.
âWe can change that.â Cooper places a rough kiss against your lips, before sitting up and standing. You watch as he undresses, quickly. Heâs ready to get this show on the road. Your stomach flips when heâs fully naked. Your eyes widen and Cooper notices.
âHey,â He reassures you, âI gotcha. I know this is a lot, all of this; but Iâm gonna make sure you feel good.â You nod, swallowing hard. âDo you need to stop?â Cooper asks.
âNo, no,â you put a hand up, âI want this, I need you.â
That seems to trigger something in Cooper. He stalks towards you and youâre frozen on the motel bed. Youâre watching him closely as he positions himself over you. He holds himself steady above you, one hand on your hip and the other right beside your head. He leans down and kisses you, not as rough as he has been, but still not very gentle. Your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him close to you. His dick is resting against your stomach in that position. Your skin burns and you ache for him.
He pulls back and begins to kiss down to your collarbone. âCooper,â You sound as breathless as you had earlier, maybe even more so. His free hand dips from your waist and to your dripping cunt once again. He pushes two fingers in you and smirks against your collarbone, nipping at the sensitive skin there.
âI think youâre ready, darlinâ.â Cooper places his forehead to yours and his eyes lock with yours. âAre you ready?â
You nod enthusiastically, smiling up at him. Cooper grabs your leg and brings it up to his hip. He angles himself at your entrance and you prepare yourself. You pull him closer to you and Cooper gently pushes into you. His hips roll slightly as he settles for a second and you adjust to the new found sensation. Cooper lets out a low groan, but keeps himself still for you. Until you are ready for more.
âPlease,â You whine. Your hips ever so slightly buck upwards. âPlease move.â
Cooper does as you ask. How could he not? âLet me know if itâs all too much.â He speaks through gritted teeth, seemingly holding himself back from absolutely wrecking you. You quickly nod, quietly mumbling and begging for more. Cooper slightly picks up his pace, but not too much. You look so breakable beneath him. He does not want to hurt you.
Cooper lets out low huffs and groans as his hips roll into yours. You grab at his scarred back and cry out in pleasure. Your half lidded eyes hit Cooperâs and you moan, loudly. The sound of skin hitting skin echoing throughout the motel room.
âYou think-â You moan again, âYou think Lucy can hear us?â You are embarrassed at the thought of someone hearing the both of you. Especially your wasteland companion.
âFuck-â Cooper slams into you a little more harsh than you had expected, causing you to cry out again. âI donât care.â
Your head rolls back before you can argue with him, your eyes screwing shut. You feel tears brimming your eyes. Youâre a moaning mess under Cooper. âHarder-â You almost choke on the word. âFuck me harder.â Your voice is sharp, and a little louder than before.
âOâ course sweetheart,â Cooper grips the sheet beside your head and your leg wraps around his waist a little tighter. Cooper looks wild as his hips slam into yours. Everytime he pulls back your hips chase his.
âIâm gonna- Iâm close-â Youâre almost crying.
Cooperâs grip moves from your thigh and to your ass, grabbing it hard. You gasp. The same heat from earlier is coming back. Your body is tensing and your toes curl up. You are saying nothing but a string of âCooperâ, âshitâ, and âfuckâ. Thoughts arenât forming. You are okay with that if it means feeling this good.
Cooper focuses on you. Each thrust seems to go deeper and your mind is blank. Your breathing is fast and ragged. Your chest is heaving up and down. You clench around Cooper and come undone. Cooper slows down, but does not stop.
âWhere?â Cooper growls against your neck.
âInside.â Itâs the first thing you think of, forgetting heâs a ghoul.
Cooper doesnât seem to think much about it either as his thrusts become sloppy. A low groan escapes Cooper, his thrusts speeding up before he orgasms himself. You feel him cum inside of you. You lie on the bed under him, catching your breath, as he falls on top of you. Heâs still inside.
âCooper?â Your voice is almost hoarse. Cooper doesnât move, but he gives a soft âhmâ. âI might need my RadAway.â You laugh a little bit. Cooper sits up and hurries towards your bag. He pulls out the RadAway and brings it back to you. You lazily take it and lay back on the bed. You pat beside you and Cooper narrows his eyes. âWhat now?â You huff.
âHow much of that you got?â He points to the RadAway.
You shrug. âWhy?â You ask, really having no clue.
âWell, the nightâs young, sweetheart. And I ainât done if you ainât.â You light up. âI have a lot I could show ya.â
You are excited all over again. âRelax with me a minute,â you bat your eyelashes at him, âand then, I promise, Iâm all yours til the break of dawn.â Thatâs all Cooper needs to hear. He lied down beside you and begins to kiss your neck. âWhat are you doing?â
âHelpinâ you relax.â He states, as if itâs so obvious. âAnd gettinâ you ready for round two.â
You laugh. âOkay, whatever,â You playfully roll your eyes.
âWeâre gonna have to handle that.â Cooper grips your hip. âYou beinâ a brat and all.â Cooper nips at your neck, you let out a gasp. âI think I know just how to do that, too.â He smiles against you. âAnd we have all night to find out.â
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October 10th
Praise Kink, Cardinal Copia x Plus Size!Reader
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Warnings: Praise kink (going both ways); hurt/comfort; age gap; mentions of poor mental health; friends to lovers; unprotected sex; body worship; fingering; fellatio; nipple play; piv sex; plus size!reader; mentions of fatphobia; this is very self-indulgent; cockwarming;
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âPlease, sweetheart, open the door.â You pleaded. Your forehead rested against the front door of Cardinal Copiaâs small room, your hand stroking the wood in desperation to reach your closest friend who had locked himself inside and was sobbing on the floor. You had been alerted to his distress by his only assistant ghoul, Aurora, who was struggling to gain access to his room and knew you would be the only one who had a chance in Hell at getting in. You could hear his cries of despair and each one shattered your heart a little more.
Copia was your best friend, which from the outside looking in seemed a little strange. There was a mighty age gap between you both, and you hardly worked together, but something clicked for the two of you that one random chance you met, and you both simply couldnât stay away. Rather like a clichĂ©, somewhere along the lines you had developed feelings for him. He was pathetic, painfully introverted and shy, but he was the goodest of eggs, the sweetest of men, and insanely smart. His childish sense of humour resonated with you, and his inappropriate jokes were just what the doctor ordered. Neither of you truly fit in at the Ministry, not in the way other Siblings or Clergy Members did. The only reason why you both stayed was because of your devotion to the church. But Copia was worse off than you were. Everyone here, especially the Siblings, very much had a high-school mentality when it came to the Cardinal - and only the Cardinal. You would often catch their looks of disgust when he walked passed them, or hear the snidest of comments when he wasnât around. You were aware of how they treated him, and tried your best to get more people to get to know him and keep their mouths shut. But some people refused to be swayed.
You didnât know what had him so upset, but you had a hunch. You were just praying you were wrong.
The Cardinal was unlucky when it came to love. Most people rejected him, or sneered and turned away. But there was one of the Sisters of Sin who really captured the Cardinalâs attention, and you knew he was going to make an attempt to ask her out. You just hoped that it wasnât today.
âCopia?â You pleaded again. âPlease open the door.â You knocked gently. âLet me in?â
Though the sounds of his painful sobs remained, you heard shuffling underneath that. The door unlocked, giving you the opportunity to step back so you wouldnât crowd him in his emotional state, and waited for him to open the door to you. And when he did, he looked much worse than anticipated.
The black paint around his eyes that signified his station in the Clergy had almost completely washed away from the tears heâd shed. Instead, they were running like black streams down his long face. The black upper lip he had had also been bitten away, and smeared across his face. His moustache was somewhat damp with both his snot and some of his tears. His eyes were red and puffy, and tears were still coming out. He was, for lack of a better term, a total mess.
Without hesitation and despite him being a little taller than you, you scooped him up into a tight hug, pulling him against your soft body and letting his head fall to your shoulders. He wept uncontrollably into the crook of your neck. He gripped onto your waist as tightly as he could, as though you were going to disappear on him the second he let go. While he was still attached to you, you managed to enter his room and close the door behind you, giving him the privacy he needed. Your hands, now free moved to cradle him, stroking his salt and pepper hair and providing as much comfort as you possibly could.
You stayed like that in the entrance for quite some time, until his sobs quietened to mere hiccups and his tears had saturated your habit. It was always better for him to get his emotions out before finding out what got him into that state. Now that heâd calmed down, he would be able to answer your questions. You both moved over to his single bed and sat down together. âWhat happened?â You asked, handing him a tissue from his bedside table and holding his gloved hand.
âSh-she rejected me.â
Ah, so it was the SisterâŠ
âOh, honey. Iâm sorry. She doesnât deserve you.â He always rolled his eyes when you told him that as if he didnât believe you - and it usually was because he didnât believe you.
âBut she was kind about it.â He blew his nose. âShe held my hands, looked me in my eyes. She apologised! She told me that any woman would be lucky to have me, but the honour wouldnât fall to her, as flattered as she was! She hoped I would find someone better than her. Can you imagine?â
That hit like a knife to your chest. But this wasnât about you. You had to keep reminding yourself the feelings were not mutual.
Copia continued, âI was human to her, ___. Thatâs what made it worse.â His face scrunched up as if he was about to start crying again and your hand gripped his tighter as if to bring him back into reality. He nodded. âGrazie. It hurts when they treat me badly, of course. But I come to expect cruelty with the rejection now. When they treat me like a rat I know what to do. B-but this?â His bottom lip quivered. âWhat am I to do with this?â
You switched positions a little, taking his hand in your left and wrapping your right around his body, holding him close to you in a semi-side hug. You rest your head on his shoulder and allowed your thumbs to gently caress his body. You didnât say anything to him - you just listened. Besides, what was there to say? You werenât even sure how to proceed with this. Usually, their cruelty meant that you could give your true feelings about them and remind him what awful people they were and that he dodged a bullet. He was able to get over the rejection within a week at most. But no bullets were dodged with this sister. She was kind to him when no one else was. She was gentle and sweet. No wonder he was having such a tough time.
He chuckled. âI am pathetic, sĂŹ? I should not cry over such things.â
âHey,â you lifted your head to look at him, ânever say that again.â
âWhy? It is true. It was stupid of me to believe anyone as beautiful as she would like me back. Look at me: I am middle-aged, weedy, ugly and pathetic. How am I to find someone better than her? When most other people are worse than she is and still will not even look at me without disdain. Perhaps it would be best if I were not here.â
âItâs not true. Youâre not pathetic. Youâre not any of the things anyone says about you. Copia, look at me.â His eyes remained on the ground in refusal. âPlease look at me.â He wasnât emotionally capable of looking at you, but he needed to in order for you to get your point across. In desperation, you got on your knees on the floor in front of him and placed your hands on his thighs, unthinking in your movements. Your habit, much longer than usual due to the cold, spread out regally across the floor and encircled you. Copia looked at you now, but his eyes were a little wider than normal.
âYou listen to me, you are wonderful,â you grabbed his gloved hands and held them tightly, âsmart, and incredibly beautiful. You may not be everyoneâs cup of tea, Copia, but you will be someoneâs. I appreciate you so much, and Iâm so fucking thankful that you are here. Iâm so grateful that I have a friend as good as you every day. I thank Satan every time I pray for bringing you into my life. I love you.â
Perhaps your confession wasnât said with as much honesty as you wanted it to be. The amount of love you felt for him played down by your fear of losing him. But the eye contact and the position you were in must have reached him. You must have.
His hand untangled itself from yours and cupped your cheek, his mismatched and teary eyes looking at yours. âGrazie, schricchio. This foolish old man does not deserve you.â
Your hand moved to his wrist and gripped on, once again allowing your thumbs to caress the back of his hand. âYes, you do. I wish you could see yourself as I see you: how perfectly wonderful you are even with any flaws you have. There are fewer flaws than you think. Society is the one with the problem, not you.â
This was something you knew all too well being much bigger than the average woman in the Ministry. Even in a Satanic church where everything was meant to be the polar opposite of the Catholic church, you still found prejudice amongst your Siblings. You werenât held in quite so much disdain as âthe Creepy Cardinalâ, but you knew all about how inhumanely Copia was treated because you had experienced yourself on many occasions. The over-sexualisation of your body while also having people call you disgusting and cruel names. Not having men look you in the eye when they had a conversation with you lest they be scruitinised by their peers. The way that Siblings would avoid performing rituals with you for the very same reason. The few friends you made, the comments that were thrown your way. âYouâd be so much prettier if you lost that weight.â âItâs unhealthy to be your size.â The constant beration and bullying; it was so much to experience on a daily basis. Copia became your safe haven, your quiet and comforting place. He was always appreciative of you, loved to see you, spend time with you. He, unlike some of your previous friends and lovers, was unashamed to be seen with you in public. And all of this was because he knew what it was like firsthand to be on the edge of society and treated like dog shit. And every time you saw him defeated, it smashed a piece of your soul.
Copia, by this point, had stopped crying and all that remained were little sad sniffles, but his mismatched eyes never left yours. âYou are too good to me, schricchio.â He gave you a faint smile, as if to imply he was playing. But there was too much seriousness in his voice to be anywhere near a jest.
âYou deserve the world and more.â You kissed the palm of his hand where it was still resting on your cheek. âIâm sorry other people donât think the same.â
âPerhaps when the Sister was telling me there is someone better than her, she was talking about you? I always have you at my side to give me strength when I need it. If we were not in the Devilâs church, Iâd think you an angel.â
âShut up.â
âNo, it is true. Your Cardinal wouldnât lie to you, no?â
âIt depends - he may have an ulterior motive. Like getting me to stop talking so he can continue his self-loathing in peace.â
Copia chuckled, âShe is too smart for her own good.â His eyes remained watery but gentle. âGrazie, schricchio. It seems the world treats us both poorly.â He leant down and gave you a kiss on your forehead, something he usually saved for your lowest days. There was something different about the way this kiss felt, though - something peculiar in the way he let his lips linger a little longer than usual. The way he didnât move back right away, instead resting his forehead on yours. You opened your own eyes to see that his were still closed. Despite the way his makeup ran, you still thought he was so, insanely handsome.
âCome on, Cardinal, letâs get you cleaned up.â
You took his hand and led him to the bathroom, placing him on the closed lidded toilet and ordering him to close his eyes. You went in with a cleanser, the exact balm you recommended him to use and gently rubbed it over his face, melting away his makeup and sadness. This was incredibly intimate for best friends, you were both well aware of it, but there was something necessary about it especially when you were both so emotionally wounded. Like the forehead kisses, this was reserved only for the days when you both felt the most broken and needed connection. It had become one of your favourite things to do with him, because it truly allowed you to study his features without being seen as creepy or weird. His large nose, his pink lips, the light brown of his eyebrows that was always hidden beneath the darkest of panda eyes. His forehead creases and deep-set laughter lines that showed despite his trauma, he still found a way to smile. His quirky little moustache that was taken directly out of an 80s porno, complete with bushman sideburns that on anyone else would look ridiculous, but it suited him indubitably. He very much had the same features as the little rats he adored, along with his skin beginning to show his age. These were all things that made him uniquely Copia, and all of the things you fell in love with aside from his personality.
Of course, when you had him like this, it was also customary to play with him a little even if it was just to coax a small smile out of him. You placed a washcloth, warm and wet from the water over his face and left it there, announcing âdoneâ, when youâd let go. Heâd berate you back, telling you this was the worst spa heâd ever been to and that heâd never return, but once heâd washed away the grease and the grime of the day, he looked at you with a very pink, but very clean face. âTa-da!â
âHandsome as always.â
He placed his hand on your cheek once more. âGrazie, schricchio.â
You leant into his touch, savouring the feeling of it but wishing you could get closer. Wordlessly, you took his hand in yours and began removing his gloves. Gently pulling each finger so that the whole thing would be removed easier. Once both gloves were off, you took his hand and put it back on your cheek, wrapping your own around it and enjoying the feel of his soft flesh against your own.
Copia, mustering all the confidence he didnât think he had, brought your face closer to his once more, his breath tickling your lips. It was almost as if he was expecting you to pull away, like he was giving you the option to, but once it had been made apparent you were going to stay in your position, he finally closed the gap. Your heart leapt out of your chest when his lips made contact with yours - the touch was light and barely there, filled entirely with the fear that you might jump back in disgust and chide him for his actions. But heâd opened up the floodgates now, and there was no stopping either of you.
From that moment on, your kisses increased in desperation. He poured out the trauma of the past three hours, you draining your years of unrequited love into the heavy breaths and connection, the intensity increasing the longer you spent joined together. His hands came to your soft waist, and pulled you impossibly close to him, leaving not a scrap of room for a sheet of paper to be wedged in between you. Your own hands travelled to his hair, gripping on the roots for purchase and to keep yourself grounded as best as you could. Whimpers and moans left the both of you when your tongues were brought in to dance. He pushed you against the bathroom counter, pinning you against it and tightening his grip. He pulled away from your lips, but only a little. When he spoke, you could still feel his lips brushing against yours. âT-tell me to stop and I will.â He told you, his breath heavy and his voice barely above a whisper. âBut you have to tell me now, amore mio, because once I start, I will never be able to stop. Iâll want you for eternity after tonight. Even in our deaths my soul will search for yours relentlessly. Do you want me to stop?â
âNo. I need this. I need you.â
He wasted no more time in connecting his lips to yours once more, this time with more fervour and passion than you ever thought possible. The way he crowded you onto the bathroom cabinet had you lifting yourself up onto it, spreading your legs for him to slot in between them. His lips moved from yours, and he placed chaste kisses along your jawline to your neck, making you giggle a little at the feel of his moustache tickling you. Even though it was a jerk reaction, it still felt incredibly good. His hand moved up your skirts, gliding along your tights and reaching the waistband, pulling them and your panties down with the utmost gentility despite his ever growing desire for you. Your very core now exposed to him, but you felt no embarrassment, no shame, no shyness. The hand that was under your skirts now moved to your vulva and you felt his index finger running through the wetness of your folds. You gasped when he began to play with your clit.
Simultaneously, his mouth nibbled at your ear in between his words. âI never believed I could have you. Never did I think this could happen. I have waited for you for so long now, amore mio. You are everything to me. You are the whole world and everything in it, my reason for living.â He slipped his middle and ring finger inside of you, tapping upwards immediately and hitting that sweet spot over and over again. His fingers had you whimpering. âYou are the brightness of the sun and my reason for waking in the morning. You are the calm of the moon and the reason for my serenity. Venus herself is in envy and awe of your beauty. Nothing of this world, of the human mind, could ever come close to your radiance.â
âCopia!â
His words caused an extra fluttering in your stomach when he spoke them, coupled with the feeling of his fingers deep inside you, his thumb working your clit alongside the two that were working invisibly had your entire body shuddering. Your nipples stood erect inside your bra, nudged sometimes by the movement of his body and giving you that extra feeling of overwhelming pleasure. Your mind was numb, filled with nothing but Copia. The low timbre of his voice in your ear, the smell of his cologne, his soft jawline against your cheek. He was everywhere all at once overwhelming you and bathing you in him. âBene mio.â My happiness. His lips found yours again, his tongue begging for entrance to your mouth as he kissed you feverishly. His fingers working in tandem to bring you over the edge. When you fell, you fell hard. Your toes curling, your eyes seeing white, your breath escaping your body. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he worked you through it, muttering more unintelligible words into your skin that your ears couldnât understand. Your body felt them though, and came alive at the touch. âSono innamorato di te.â He told you. He was desperately, undeniably, helplessly in love with you.
You clasped onto his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. His hands, sodden with your cum moved towards your lips once the kiss had finished and you sucked on his fingers, cleaning yourself off of them and earning a gutteral groan in the process. Copiaâs cock stood erect in the tightness of his jeans beneath his cassock, barely protruding through the thick material. It was time to show him some mercy and love too. âMy beautiful Copia. The kindest man Iâve ever known.â With your own lips attached to the crook of his neck, you began undressing him, sliding his cassock off his shoulders and dropping it unceremoniously to the floor. âYou are my reason for living, too. I should have told you sooner but I was too afraid of losing you.â Your hands flew to the waistband of his pants and untied them.
âYou could never lose me, amore mio.â
âI know that now. But I didnât ever want to live a life without you, however small the possibility.â You slipped down off the counter and got on your knees in front of him, the earlier image replaying in Copiaâs mind. His hand immediately flew to your hair but his grip tightened when you released his cock from his jeans and gave him a tentative stroke. âI love everything about you,â you licked from base to tip, âyour voice,â another lick, âyour body,â another, âyour brain.â You swirled your tongue around the head, touching repeatedly over his frenulum causing him to hiss. You focused mainly on the head, your own experiences telling you that was generally the most sensitive part, and Copiaâs voice and actions confirming. Though his hand was on your head, it was only to keep him cognizant. He wasnât forcing you to take him deeper like your previous lovers, nor did he guide you at all. You looked up at him through your lashes and saw that his eyes were tight shut. âLook at me, Copia. Watch me on my knees for you, worship you.â
âAmore, I canât. I will cum too quickly.â
You licked his tip once more. âThatâs okay.â
âItâs not. There are more things I wish to do with you tonight.â
His precum was beading at the tip again, and you used your hands to squeeze it into your mouth. Copia watched and pulled completely away from you, almost finishing at the sight of it. âNo. Let me take you to bed. If you stay down there a moment longer, Iâll ruin it.â
You stood and kissed him. âYou could never.â
He grabbed your hand and took you back into the bedroom, taking the opportunity once youâd arrived to stand and unbutton your habit from behind you. His hands roamed and groped your body as they worked at removing your clothes. He traced every curve he could find, every dip, every bump. When your skin was on display he did the same thing, learning about your body and mapping it out. Your bra was removed quickly so he could admire your breasts and play with your nipples. All the while his lips licked and sucked on your neck, decorating the pristine skin with his marks. He wanted to show the world what heâd done to you, like he was an artist proud of his work. âOn the bed, amore mio.â He instructed. You did as he asked and lay on your back, watching him remove his jeans and underwear. All clothes were discarded carelessly on the ground. He had more pressing matters to attend to.
He clambered onto the bed, hovering above your legs. He took his time, tracing his lips from your shins, your thick thighs, your pubic mound, your stomach. He took his time over your nipples, giving them both the proper attention they deserved before he moved up to your neck and finally your lips. He kissed you deeply, passionately, his hands grasping onto your plump hips as his dick needily rubbed against your clit.
No words were exchanged when you felt his cock enter you, stretching you out obscenely to the point where you felt like youâd burst. You broke the kiss, your eyes squeezing tightly shut and your mouth opening in a silent scream. Your entire body felt electrified - your hairs standing on end. Just being cloaked in him, pinned beneath him had you seeing stars, but now he was entering you - finally. He felt incredible, he was incredible.
âNo, amore,â you heard him say when he was halfway inside you, his fingers came to caress your cheek once more, âlook into my eyes. Look at me while I stretch you.â You obeyed, your eyes locking onto his mismatched ones. Only when he had your complete attention did he continue sinking into you. âBrava ragazza. Take it all like a good girl. Cazzo! So fucking tight.â
You were constricting around him making it damn near impossible for him to breathe. You couldnât breathe either. âYouâre so b-big!â You told him, trying to fight to speak.
He reached the hilt and stayed still, giving you the opportunity to pepper kisses all over his face in your need to be close to him again. Both of your hands were clasped to his cheeks as your lips roamed, yet somehow he still felt too far away. âSathanas - I canât move.â
You giggled. âTake your time, my love. Youâve filled me so much, it feels so good.â
He jerked his hips forward. âMerda! Donât do that. Iâm trying not to finish.â There was a big smile on his face as he said it though.
You placed his hand on the bottom of your stomach. âItâs like I can feel you here. Youâre so deep.â
His hips moved on their own accord again, but this time he didnât stop them. His thrusts were shallow and tentative at first, but the more confident he became, the more intense he moved. All of his thrusts hit your cervix causing you to involuntarily cry out each time. He was so deep, filling you in a way you knew youâd become obsessed with. One of your hands was resting near your head, and Copia took the opportunity to grab it and interlock your fingers together. âYouâre doing such a good job, my love.â Your voice was breathy as you spoke, so worn out you hardly recognised it. The praise caused Copia to startle forwards and really slam into you. It felt divine. âCopia! Fuck! Do that again.â
âThis?â He pulled all the way out and slammed back in.
âYes! Fuck!â
He did it again.
And again.
And again.
Hitting that spot at the front of your cervix so well. âThis is what you wanted, right?â He asked, repeating that motion. Your hand flew down to your clit, your middle finger working away at it quickly in the feral need you had to cum around his cock. He sat back onto his knees to gain more leverage, taking in the sight of you touching yourself while speared on his dick. Every time he entered you, your entire body jiggled with the force. He couldnât help the noise he made when he saw you for the first time, spread out, pliant and ricocheting off his every move. âSei cosĂŹ bagnata! Youâre so wet. You feel so fucking good!â
âDonât stop! Please, Copia! Donât stop!â
âYou like that?â
âIâm gonna cum so fucking hard. Please!â
âVieni per me, amore.â Cum for me, love.
At his request, you shattered. Your back arched off the bed. Somehow your nails found his thigh and scratched down it in an attempt to grasp onto the bedsheets. This, in turn, caused Copia to thrust forward again intensifying the feeling. âI got you. Thatâs it. Such a good girl for me.â
âFucking hell!â You finally gasped when you came down from your high. You were lightheaded and it felt like the room was spinning, but your body was on fire. Copia had stopped moving to make sure you were okay. He leant forward and placed another kiss to your forehead before resting his against yours once more. This time he looked directly into your eyes. âHi.â You whispered, grinning like a lovesick fool.
âHi.â He copied you.
âDid you-?â
âNot yet, amore mio.â
âWill you cum for me, my love?â
âAre you okay to continue?â
âOf course.â
He nodded and began thrusting again. His movements were deliberately gentle after the intensity of your orgasm but with some reassurance that you were okay, he picked up the pace again. This time he was focusing on his own pleasure, wanting to end your sensitivity and finish quickly. But it seemed like he was too in his head. âYou fill me so good, Copia.â You told him. âNo one has ever made me feel like this before.â
âN-no?â
âYouâre the only one who made me cum. I came so fucking hard because of you. You made me feel incredible.â
âCazzo!â
âSuch a good boy for me.â
âIâm gonna cum! Gonna cum! C-can I cum inside? Please!â
âCum inside me. Let it all out, sweetheart. Thatâs it.â
With the final thrust, he emptied himself inside you, painting your walls with his seed. His cock was still buried so deep inside you but his orgasm made him try and get deeper. His head fell onto your chest when he collapsed onto you, a sweaty, exhausted mess but so blissfully fucked out. Your hands immediately went to his hair, stroking through his locks and providing him extra comfort after all the exertion. He tried to pull out of you once he realised the position, but you stopped him from moving, instead turning his head up and kissing him again. Your kisses were short but many, passionate but sleepy. âMy Cardinal,â you muttered, âMy Copia. I love you.â
âI love you.â He told you. âI always will.â
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Wasteland Heat (Redone)
Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x Vault!Fem!readerÂ
Warnings: Violence, blood, gore, AOB dynamics, heat, oral F receiving, smut, swearing, fallout stuff, implied cousin incest, virgin reader, drug usage, needles, plus size reader, sexual assault
Our man ghoul will show up in part 2Â xDÂ
Going off the show each episode sort of thing with more
Part 1
A ring on your pip boy disturbs your rest, you frown, glance at it and see the words 'Congratulations, you have been accepted for the marriage trade!' it makes you shoot up out of the white hospital bed and glance to the doctor looking at something on the terminal.Â
"Sir?" You call and he lifts his head with an overly fake smile.Â
"How can I help?" He asks.Â
"Ah, my pip boy says I've been accepted for the marriage trade?" You say through the glass window and he frowns just before the overseer walks through.Â
"Ah, you're awake my dear!" He says happily and you spot Lucy behind him with a smile on her face also. She holds up her pip boy showing the same message as yours and you frown showing yours also.Â
"Overseer?" You question and he looks to your pip boy with a smile.Â
"Both my lovely girls are getting married," He says happily and you freeze.Â
"Married?" You stutter out glancing at Lucy worried.Â
Your mother is the one who helps you get ready on the day of the trade. The overseer your stepfather hasn't answered any of your questions regarding why you're suddenly allowed out of the hospital area and getting married the same day. It's overwhelming going to other parts of the vault, following behind your mum as she shows you where she stays. She has a dress hung up, just below the knee, made with old curtains it looks like. You gulp a bit at it and follow her beckoning to the vanity desk. You stay quiet as she does your makeup, and hair and helps you get into the dress before giving you a big hug. You didn't hug back it had been too long since she deserved any of your affection. She would always fuss over you during the experiments, or 'doctor appointments' as she called them before leaving you in that hospital room to rest. She never hugged you after those, never comforted your crying during your teen years. You meet up with Lucy who frowns at you instantly knowing that something is wrong. She's been your sister growing up, she was the one who comforted you after those appointments or would spend time with you playing games and watching TV. She holds your hand as you walk down to the vault door that connects the two vaults, everyone from vault 33 behind you both. Norm is teasing Lucy about her future husband's looks while she huffs at him. You're too busy wondering what everything looks like and where you are in the vault, you think you took two rights and one left to get here, just in case you needed to run. Everyone smells so dull and mutated down here, nothing like what you half imagined. You were taught about the natural biology of Alpha, Beta and omegas, and the genetically made ones, but you didn't think it'd be a big difference, not that you've ever met another natural born. You reach the door and stop glancing at Chet who says there has been a malfunction, you frown seeing Lucy go over and whisper softly to him before squeezing his shoulder. The door opens with loud alarms that make you wince and look to the ground so the flashing lights affect you less. The door clunks open and a group walks through, your whole group tenses at their scents, they're all natural borns, you were warned about this.
"Welcome," Your stepfather says forcing his smile.
"I'm Overseer Hank Maclan"Â He greets.Â
"Overseer Maldaver"Â the woman at the front nods her greet.Â
"We're sorry about the recent passing of the old overseer and your crops, but as agreed we bring you seed for your new crops" your stepfather says behind you.Â
"Thank you, it was a tragic passing, but with these terms, we bring you two breeders" She says as two men step out of the darkened hallway and into your vault. You stand frigid as the blond stands in front of you smirk on his face scent too overpowering and wrong.
"What are your names?" Lucy puts on a smile.Â
"Monty" The man standing in front of her says the same weird smirk and gross smell.Â
"Ethan," The blond says and you nod words unable to form.Â
"I'm Lucy this is Y/n" Lucy introduces you instead and you thank her silently trying to avoid those overly dull blue eyes staring at you like you're a drug he is addicted to.
The ceremony went smoothly minus your kiss on the cheek instead of the lips act. The 32 vaulters acted a little strange but understandable from their lack of food for this long. You sit and enjoy your meal sitting next to Lucy as she tries to make conversation with her husband. You avoid all eye contact and dread when your stepfather says it is time to dance. You had never been in this part of the vault before, this was all new to you as you danced with your stepfather, then your husband. As the projectors set the sun low and night arrived you dreaded it. The touch he gave made you cringe and you tried your hardest to be a happy new wife.Â
"Show me our new home?" Ethan whispers and you nod and swallow silently before guiding him to your designated vault home.Â
"This is it" You say trying to act as if this wasn't all new and how different your life had truly been. You look around as the door hisses shut and arms snake around your waist making you tense.Â
"So jumpy" He whispers into your neck and you cringe. You want to break free from his hold but have to hold up the act.Â
"Can I freshen up?" You whisper trying to sound interested.Â
"Course you can" He chuckles darkly and lets go as you all but run to the bathroom. You close the door and lock it with a loud breath, you struggle to breathe as you switch the shower on and grip the sink. You pull out the pins in your hair, the feeling of it up too tight around your skull. You want to rip this stupid homemade curtain dress off but don't want to be left with no clothes on. You leave the shower on to act like you're in while you slide down onto the cold bathroom floor rest your head in your hands and try to take some breaths.Â
"Don't be too long omega i can't wait to have a taste" Ethan chuckles on the other side of the door and it makes you want to throw up. You turn the shower off curse the dress and slip it off too before wrapping yourself in a towel and dabbing on some perfume. You hesitate by the door before opening it with a smile as he turns around, suit already half off, arms tied around the waist. You stop in your tracks at the show of muscle and panic a little as he smirks and comes closer. He holds your arms leaning into your neck and inhaling before he pulls back with a frown.Â
"Why did you put perfume on?" He narrows his eyes at you angrily and you tense and gulp.Â
"I'm sorry, I can wash it off," You say pointing back to the bathroom but he just growls annoyed.
"Forget it, IÂ will enjoy this while I can"Â He snaps and roughly drags you to the bed.Â
"We have our whole lives ahead of us!" You say panicked as he forces his mouth onto your jaw and neck, and kisses roughly. You freeze then, mind blank as he forces the towel to fall to the floor and sees you in your underwear. He gropes your covered breasts before your instinct kicks in and you clench a fist and punch his jaw. He's unprepared for it and you scramble back grabbing a kitchen knife and holding it towards him. He holds his jaw and smirks at you before speaking.Â
"I like it when they fight" He mutters going to storm forward as alarms blare. You frown distracted and the knife is knocked from your hands, you cry a little before dodging his grab and dart for the bathroom. You lock yourself in quickly and jolt when he bashes loudly on the door, yelling for you to unlock it. You go into the nearest corner and curl in on yourself, hugging your knees as you try to block out the banging, alarms and gunshots.Â
A loud gunshot goes off as does a thump before a knock comes.Â
"Sweetheart?" You hear your stepfather and quickly stand ignoring your current attire. You open the door, tears down your face as you hug him tightly.Â
"You're alright" He sighs in relief arms going around you tightly.Â
"Let's get you some clothes" He says and heads over to grab a jumpsuit for you before handing it to you. You slip it on and zip it up, wiping your eyes even though more tears just come out.Â
"Stick close ok?" He says and you nod holding his free hand and following him out of the vault room. It's a massacre, you head to the crops and see Lucy there, you call to her and she runs over and hugs you tightly before your pip boy alerts you of a gate opening and an intruder. You follow your stepfather through the vault before you see who is left from Vault 33 on their knees, beaten with the so called Vault 32 around them.Â
"I think I know who you are"Â Your stepfather mutters to the woman Maldaver.Â
"Everyone knows who I am," She says.
"I'm gonna give you a choice Hank, them or them" She points her gun to you and Lucy and the the rest of vault 33 on their knees. A gun cocks behind you, aimed at Lucy and another cocks and one is aimed at you.Â
"Life's full of little choices" She says and your stepfather grabs you and Lucy by the arms and drags you into a nearby closet.Â
"No, no Dad!" Lucy says as he locks the door on you both. Lucy bangs against the door but it's no use as the woman shoots your father in the back with tranqs and two men drag him away.Â
"Best do what you always do, Run," Maldaver says to the remaining Vault people and disappears down the vault gate. A beeping gets louder and the rest of your vault runs and disappears from view before an explosion goes off. You and Lucy jolt back as the flames hit the door but don't come in. You stare replaying what just happened in your head, the rush of it all as you grip Lucy's hand.
It feels like a long wait before you're finally let out by Steph. She hugs Lucy who hugs her back before she looks at you uncertainly but hugs you anyway. It's nice, the hug she gives before she leads you too back to everyone in the vault who has gathered in the crop field. You see Norm and sigh in relief as Lucy hugs him, you give him a small smile before sitting down by him.Â
"What has happened is a tragedy" Betty speaks up and you glance at everyone. You only know these people by name though, except Norm and Lucy and Doctor Anderson sitting on the left, the rest are practically strangers despite you all living together.Â
"But we are strong"Â Betty continues.Â
"And we will get through this"Â She finishes.Â
It's strange being out of the hospital room and around the Vault, you mainly stick with Lucy on cleaning duties, trying not to gag at the amount of blood that can come from one human. The Vault cleans up quickly and people are returning to regular life, except you. You stay in Lucy's room, well her past husband and her's room. There is a large double bed big enough for the both of you and you've made it your small sanctuary.Â
"I need to find him" She says one night in the darkness and you roll over to face her.Â
"If not someone else than me," She says rolling to face you.Â
"Lucy" you mutter unsure of what to say.
"What can I do?" You ask quietly.Â
"You can come with me" She says her voice determined but quiet like someone may hear.
"I just got out of the hospital area," You say.Â
"We can explore the world, find Dad and bring him home! I'll bring it up at the assembly tomorrow" She tries to talk it up but you shake your head with a sigh.Â
"I'm not built for up there" You mutter. You don't want her to go on her own though and who knows what they will do to you if she's gone. You weren't going back into that hospital area, never again.
"I'll go," You say after some silence and sense her smile.Â
The assembly suggestion goes down instantly so it's to you, Lucy, Chet, Steph and Norm to get out of this place. With the fight for Overseer place you and Lucy can make preparations in quiet and undisturbed. It takes two days to get ready, two days of pure anxiety just to see the Vault door entrance.Â
"I'm going with you," Chet says suddenly as he holds the Vault key in a shakey hand as alarms begin to ring.
"You can't" Lucy says and his lower lip trembles.Â
"Who else will protect you!" He whispers yells and she sighs. You see her grab a tranq from her pocket and press it to Chet's hand.Â
"Sorry Chet" She mutters as the door slowly opens with creaks and loud groans.Â
"Don't do it!" You hear behind you making you glance at the two members of the council. You and Lucy are already across the bridge though and the sun blaring on your faces.
"Come back here right now young ladies!" The older one says. You feel Lucy grab your hand and look at her, she gives a small nod which you return and you both step out into the blaring sun and sandy terrain. The alarms stop as the door seals shut again and it's just your harsh pounding heart and breaths. It's a little difficult to breathe but you get used to the warmth and the sound of sand under your boot as you follow Lucy silently. You go past rubble and some skeletons before you see what Lucy was going to, the ocean. The rasps of waves on sand filling your ears, the sun shining down on your face.Â
"Okey Doky" Lucy says.
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Lead Us Not into Temptation
After a grueling day of Ministry work, all you wanted was a shower. But Cardinal Copia is not usually one to resist temptation, especially not with a creature as exquisite as yourself.
Rating: Explicit
Words: 3.7k
Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Plus Size!Reader (Sister of Sin)
Ao3 Link Uncropped Art (NSFW)
All you had wanted was a shower.Â
The hottest part of the year had been quickly encroaching on the Ministry, and today's chores had felt more grueling than ever because of it. It had started with the unsavory task of cleaning up after the previous night's orgy. While you weren't someone who would turn your nose up at such an event, cleaning the aftermath was never something any of the Siblings wanted to be stuck with. That alone would have warranted at least a bath.Â
But after a quick meal it was time for kitchen duty. Today it was sweeping the floors - which became aggravating as the last strip of dirt refused to be swept into your dustpan - and cleaning the dishes. Even with wearing your rubber gloves, by the end you were wiping sweat from your brow, the scalding hot water not helping matters in the slightest.Â
And by late afternoon, you were in the greenhouse, possibly the worst place to be this time of year due to the humidity. After helping Papa Primo with repotting and watering the new seedlings (and a quick rinse of your hands with the hose) you were dripping in sweat and ready to be done for the day.Â
Unfortunately, fate is rarely so generous.Â
You were nearly halfway back to the dorms when you suddenly stopped short as you remembered that you had promised Sister Isabelle to cover for her duties with Cardinal Copia tonight.Â
Shit.
You flew through the corridors back towards the upper clergy wing, dodging Siblings and ghouls alike in a panic induced frenzy. By the time you made it to the Cardinal's chamber, your habit was sticking fast to your skin and it felt as if your lungs were on fire. Hands on your hips, you bent at the waist to try and catch your breath. But the door, much to your horror, suddenly opened to reveal the Cardinal in his striking red cassock. His expression was one of confusion and concern given your current state.
You quickly straightened back up. "A-Apologies for my tardiness, Your Eminence, I came as quickly as I could!" you panted, absolutely mortified that a member of the upper Clergy was seeing you like this.Â
Copia blinked at you in surprise before remembering himself. âA-Ah, si, si . Come in, Sorella.â He stepped out of the way as you awkwardly nodded and walked past him into his room. He watched you intently as you stepped inside, although you didnât notice how his eyes lingered on the way your habit clung to your curves and ass. He managed to drag them away before you turned back to face him.Â
âIâm covering for Sister Isabelle today, sir, so please let me know how I can help you this evening.â You clasped your hands in front of yourself, trying to put on a bright and bubbly front to him, despite how exhausted you already were. You prayed to Lucifer that you didn't look too much of a mess.Â
His neatly trimmed mustache twitched ever so slightly as he tried to keep himself professional. In your current state you were so positively alluring to him and he was already struggling to stay focused. âThank you, Sorella. Your assistance is much appreciated. UhâŠâ He looked around the room, trying to decipher what was needing to be done, his eyes finding the older books and tomes he had scattered around the room. âAh! I was doing a bit of research and I seem to have gotten carried away.â He sheepishly gestured to the various places they had been haphazardly placed. âWould you please be so kind as to gather and return these books to the library, per favore ?âÂ
You nodded and he went to sit at his private desk to continue his work, the fabric of his cassock swishing against his legs. As you began to collect the numerous volumes that he had been studying, you couldnât help but wonder what his research had been as you glanced at the titles: A Practical Guide to Demons, The Devil Wants YOU, Accepting the Light, Hell and Its Teachers , and Communications for Dummies among others. Perhaps it all had to do with his next sermonâŠÂ
Unbeknownst to you, Copia kept stealing glances your way as you ambled around the room. He felt himself growing hotter under the collar, a gloved finger tugging it down to let in some air as he swallowed thickly. He had merely been minding his own business and now this⊠voluptuous little thing had practically been handed to him on a silver platter. And despite your best efforts, he could see how flustered you already were. It had been a very warm day after all, no doubt your Sisterly duties had already worn you out to a degree. And now you were here to cover for another Sisterâs task. How generous of youâŠÂ
Cazzo , he wasn't sure if he'd be able to control himself around such a delicious little morsel as yourself like this. It looked like you weren't the only one the heat was affecting as he felt the pants beneath his cassock become tighter. His fingers clenched at the thought of even just tasting youâŠÂ
âI think that's all of them. I'll return shortly, Cardinal.â He whipped around, your voice startling him out of his lascivious thoughts. He mumbled a few words of acknowledgement as you left, the solid door shutting behind you.Â
The moment your footsteps receded he was up from his desk, pacing the room as his manic thoughts threatened to boil over. The leather of his gloves squeaked as he wrung his hands together in agitation. It would be wrong of him to take advantage of his position like this. But then his mind wandered back to how your habit fit so snugly along every sensuous curve of your hips, thighs, and belly. The patch of sweat he had noticed just under your guimbe, where your breasts would be. Even how your ass looked as you had sashayed past him while collecting his books.Â
He forced himself to sit back down at his desk knowing you could be back at any minute. He removed his biretta and rubbed his temples, breathing through his nose to try and calm himself. Only a gift from Lucifer Himself would be as delectable as you. And it had been so long since he last-
The door opened once again, startling Copia out of his train of thought with a jolt, inadvertently knocking his bottle of ink off the desk. He shot up quickly before the ink could stain his cassock. â Merda !â he swore as the dark liquid began to pool on the floor.Â
âShit!â you blurted without thinking, âI'm so sorry, Your Eminence, let me clean that up right away!â You quickly ran to his connected bathroom to gather something to clean the mess with. Copia made sure to turn away from you at the risk of seeing his predicament. You came back quicker than expected with some cleaning supplies and he whirled around again, his cassock twirling around him and nearly tangling his legs. He decided to play it safe and took a seat on the edge of his bed, hands folded in his lap to cover the unseemly bulge.Â
You went to work in cleaning up the mess, now on your hands and knees to wipe up the ink from under the desk. Copiaâs eyes widened seeing your new position. Oh Sathanus , surely this was being done on purpose?! He couldnât help but stare as your ass swayed while you worked, sweat now beading on his brow. Surely at this point his paint was beginning to smear and he would be caught, but he couldnât look away, couldnât stop the lecherous thoughts that filled his mind of what he wanted to do to you in this exact moment.Â
All too soon, the moment was over as you stood back up. âGood news, Cardinal, I managed to clean up the ink before it reached the rug. I think with some vinegar I could-â You stopped, seeing his pained expression. âYour Eminence, are you alright?â You came up to him, his face red and he was sweating profusely. âSir, are you ill?â You brought a hand up in an attempt to feel his temperature, but before you could he grabbed your wrist, making you jump.Â
âSorella.â Your eyes widened. His voice was suddenly hoarse and had dropped in pitch. âForgive me, but I can no longer help myself.âÂ
With no other warning, he tugged you against him, his face burying immediately into the softness of your belly. You yelped, the feeling startling but not entirely unwelcome. However, you had no idea what to make of the Cardinalâs behavior. Little did you know, Copia was still fighting to hold himself back. He released your wrist, his hands wandering to your waist and holding you firmly against his face. Oh Satan below, he could smell you even now. His mouth watered with want to have your sweet cunt in his mouth already.Â
His hands gripped into the fabric of your habit, pulling away just enough to tilt his head up to look at you. Pure lust had his eyes glazing over as he gazed into your face. âApologies for being so forward, dolcezza , but you are the most alluring creature the Dark Lord has had the beneficence of sending my way in a long time.â You felt your hem slowly hiking up but were too stunned to stop him. âSuch a pretty little succubus you must beâŠâ he mused, revealing more of your skin inch by agonizing inch. You felt your knees begin to tremble, threatening to buckle beneath you. Your hands gripped his shoulders for stability as he exposed more of you to his probing gaze.Â
The feeling of soft leather against your thighs caused your breath to quicken and small whimpers to escape your suddenly parched throat. âC-Cardinal,â you squeaked, âis this really-â Your words were cut off with a gasp as he placed a tender kiss above your soaking heat, over your underwear. The Cardinal was too far gone, already lost in the feel and smell of you. All it did was make him crave a taste, to savor you and all that Hell promised him for partaking in such glorious sin.Â
â Per favore ,â he murmured, motioning for you to hold up the bunched up hem of your habit for him. You took it in one hand, the other still needing his shoulder for balance. Fingers dipped beneath the hem of your panties, carefully pulling them down your legs. Your body shivered as they pooled at your feet, Copiaâs gaze never leaving the prize that was your quivering cunt in front of his face. He meticulously rubbed a single finger over your slit, reveling in how it easily slipped between your folds. You squeezed his shoulder, embarrassment flooding through you at how you were practically putty in his hands. As he pulled his hand away he groaned, seeing a trail of slick still connecting his finger to you. Within a moment it was in his mouth, his tongue laving over the leather pad as he sampled your flavor: sweet and tangy, but also salty from the sweat that no doubt gathered between your thighs as you went about your day.Â
He needed more. He needed all of you.Â
He grabbed at the hem of your habit again, having to tug it up as it was still stuck to you. You shivered when you felt Copia's breath on your slick skin, his leather gloves also sticking to the sweat that covered your body. As soon as you were devoid of all clothing his mouth was on your belly, immediately groaning and holding you close by the waist as he nipped and sucked anywhere he could. He delighted in your tiny yelps and whimpers. It spurred him on as he began to divulge himself of his own vestments, his mouth and tongue refusing to leave your body.Â
The rate at which he removed his clothes was agonizingly slow. He cursed the amount of buttons that kept everything in place. The torturous pace had you trembling for him, and the sight of your arousal coating your inner thighs only made his desire for you that much stronger. After what felt like an eternity, his red cassock was no more than a puddle of fabric on the floor, Copia now only in his undershirt and pants. You couldn't fathom how he could wear that many layers and not be in the same predicament as you were. Although it seemed there was worse he was currently going throughâŠ
Leather suddenly gripped your hips, urging you towards him onto the bed. âStraddle me, hm yes, just like that, dolcezza . My hell sent temptress,â he murmured almost to himself as he guided your thighs around his own. You gasped when you felt how hard he was beneath you, your body jolting and making you both groan in unison. He sighed, his eyes already glazed over as he leaned forward to take a pert nipple into his mouth. You couldnât help but whine as he sucked it between his teeth, biting gently but not without ardor. Your hands clumsily grasped at his shirt, accidentally making one of the buttons go flying.Â
Copia couldn't have cared less in that moment, he was too lost in the taste and feel of you in his mouth, sucking harshly along your breasts with the intention of leaving marks - to claim. He still wasn't sure what had come over him, if it was a side effect of the heat or the influence of the Dark Lord Himself, but that was a moot point now. He could feel the cloth over his erection already becoming soaked between both his and your own arousal. And the way you ground that sweet pussy against him⊠he was dying to have it elsewhereâŠ
â Mia piccola diavoletta ,â he cooed, mouth coming up to suck a fresh mark onto your neck, âI need more of you. Here,â he practically pleaded, his gloved hand coming down to rub over your mound. His touch made you gasp as a skilled finger started to form teasing circles over your clit.Â
You nodded eagerly, eyes fluttering. âPlease, Your Eminence,â words barely formed on your breath. You rolled your hips against his to further prove your enthusiasm for more. Maybe the heat was affecting you tooâŠÂ
You swore he growled as his lips claimed yours in a feverish frenzy of teeth and tongue. He coaxed you further up the bed, his lips never leaving yours. Somewhere in the tangle of limbs and sweat Copia had discarded his shirt leaving him in only his dress pants, which you continued to grind down onto, his erection rubbing perfectly against your aching core. His hands gripped and caressed you wherever they could before finally settling on your hips, helping you rock against him. You clung to him, your head falling to his shoulder; fingers running over his chest and appreciating the thickness of the hair covering it.Â
The two of you rutted together, letting the animalistic urges take over and allowing yourselves to simply enjoy each other's touch. The closer the two of you got, the more Copia leaned away, almost teasing as he tempted you to follow him. Before long he was laying flat beneath you, his hands lazily holding your hips as you continued to straddle him. The Cardinal was in complete awe of the creature above him, watching with half lidded eyes as you lost yourself in the feel of him. But he could tell it wasn't enough for you. You needed more, just like he did.Â
Tightening his grip, he slowly pulled your hips up, causing you to whine in frustration at the loss of friction. âNo, no, Cardinal please-âÂ
He hushed you softly. âCome closer, cara , I promise you'll like this.â He tugged at your thighs, moving you up towards his face. You felt your cheeks grow incredibly hot as you realized your most intimate place was now hovering directly over the Cardinalâs mouth. Once you understood his intentions, you felt your thighs shake with nervous excitement as heat pooled between them. Copia's hold on you suddenly wasn't enough as you clumsily grasped for the headboard to keep you steady. He chuckled darkly below you, craning his neck up to give you a quick swipe of his tongue. You yelped, feeling yourself become even wetter with his taunting.Â
âCome closer,â he purred again, his words merely a huff of breath with how eager he was to finally get his fill of you. His arms wrapped around the backs of your thighs, pulling you down towards his awaiting mouth.Â
âB-But, what if it's⊠too much?â Mortification flooded you at the thought of potentially injuring a member of the higher Clergy, or worse.Â
Copia's eyes softened slightly, even if his grip on you didn't. âIf I am to meet our Dark Lord prematurely from such a tryst, I would be welcomed as a hero,â he grinned. âMy only regret would be from not being able to make you finish again.â
You couldn't stop the small giggle that bubbled up from your throat. Slowly, you conceded in letting him pull you closer. You bit your lip as you watched him lower you down to his mouth, breath catching as his lips met with yours. His eyes fluttered closed with a moan as he was finally able to taste you directly, his tongue immediately lapping at your juices. He looked to be in complete ecstasy as he savored your complex flavor. This was as much a treat for him as it was for you.Â
And oh, how skilled he was. Even with his eyes closed he made sure to take note of every little noise and shudder that came from your body, focusing more on the areas that had you dripping even more for him. You saw his still gloved hands latch onto the tops of your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you like forbidden fruit. Finally, his eyes opened, his eerie white one piercing you with such a carnal look that you actually gasped, feeling your stomach flip. Oh Sathanas , you nearly came right then and there. But Copia's mouth became more measured, teasing your clit with kisses and soft licks before eventually pulling away enough for him to breathe.Â
â Mia piccola demonietta ,â his mustache tickled down below as he spoke, â per favore , use me, cara .â He kissed and nipped at your folds. âRide me,â he pleaded.Â
You groaned as he went back to his work, his hands moving to your hips to once again guide you to rock them. A loud gasp broke from you as his nose nestled perfectly against your clit. You tightened your grip on the headboard, using it to steady yourself as your hips involuntarily moved for you, as if seeking out the greater pleasure your mind was still too hesitant to partake in. Copia seemed pleased with your compliance, moaning into you as you finally took what you needed from him. His tongue settled down at your entrance before suddenly filling you, letting you fuck yourself onto it. You cried out in surprise at how big it felt inside you. It made you crave to be filled even more by him.Â
Your head fell back as you rutted against the Cardinalâs face, finally allowing your worries to fade away and simply succumb to the sinful pleasure he provided. It was wet, and messy, and slick, but all you cared about now was how good it felt. With a shaking hand, you ran your fingers through Copia's graying hair, using it as further leverage to grind yourself down onto him.Â
You were so lost in pleasure that you didn't feel one of his hands moving away, and you almost didn't hear the sound of a button being unclasped and a zipper being pulled down. But you definitely felt the sudden jerking motions of the Cardinalâs hand finally coming to ease the ache of his cock. The thought made you tremble and moan, just knowing that you had such a strong effect on him. You gripped his hair tighter and the jerking motions grew faster.Â
âSo good, so c-close, fuck,â you panted, your hips moving in circles as you chased your orgasm. Through half lidded eyes you watched as he took the change with ease, eagerly pressing his tongue even further into you. Fuck, he looked so good beneath you like this.Â
Your hips moved faster, the heat in your belly nearly ready to be released. It felt like Copia was close too, his hand now flying against his cock. He moaned beneath you, as well what sounded like muffled whimpers. He was so focused on your own pleasure that he almost didn't realize you were tipping over the edge until he heard your pleasured cries coming loudly from above him. His eyes snapped open as he watched you come undone, relishing in how you suddenly gushed into his mouth. He drank you up greedily, gulping down the taste of your ecstasy.Â
He didn't last much longer either, your own orgasm helping send him over as well. You suddenly felt him stiffen beneath you, and then warm ropes of cum marking your back and ass. You gasped at the almost surreal feeling, the ebbing arousal making your mind hazy. Both of you stayed like that for a moment, not wanting the high to end. But you figured the Cardinal should probably be able to breathe again.Â
You groaned as your stiff muscles strained, pulling yourself off of him and collapsing against the headboard to his side, too tired and sore to care if you got his cum on it. You were pretty sure he wouldn't care either. It took quite some time for you to both catch your breath, simply finding peace in existing next to each other for the time being.Â
âSo, is there anything else I can help you with, your Eminence?â Your voice was hoarse but there was still a playful edge to it after everything that had just happened.Â
Copia turned his head to look at you, his hair a mess and mustache plastered to his face, but that didn't stop the smile he gave you from looking any less lovely. âAh, si . If it is not too much trouble, dolcezza , I was hoping to have some help testing out a new uh, bath bomb I think it's called.â
You gave a relieved sigh, happy to spend more time with the Cardinal if it meant finally being able to clean up. âOf course, sir, it would be my pleasure.â
#the band ghost#the band ghost fic#cardinal copia#sister of sin#smut#nsft#visific#ugh it feels so good to finally post this#a very self indulgent fic yes#but i wanted it to be perfect â€
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May i request a wild ride with no. 15, 20 and 21 for Dean winchester? Rest is up to you. thanks and congrats on 3k, your stories are awesomeđâ€
He Fell Harder
Dean Winchester x plus size reader
Dean finally gets his chance to tell her how he feels, after they escape a bunch of hungry ghouls of course
Warnings: canon level violence, kidnapping, mutual pining, implied smut, little bit of nudity, confessions
WC: 1.7k
Minors DNI
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Frustrated, you screamed at the solid iron door that sealed you into this hell-hole where you had been trapped for days or maybe it had been weeks, it was hard to tell. The walls surrounding you were cool to the touch. The smell of mould and mildew blanketing you as you slumped down to the concrete floor, consumed by the pitch black around you. You had no weapons, no plan, no escape. All you could do was sit here and wait for whatever the ghoul that jumped you had planned.
âSweetheart?â The voice that floated through the vent far above your head sounded familiar, much like the voice of your best friend and the man you had been in love with since you saved him from a vamp three years ago.
âDean?â You croaked, your head unconsciously tilting back as if it would allow you to hear him better. You hear him chuckle dryly, like he always did when he was anxious or unsure. Your heart fluttered, glad that you werenât completely alone. âBoy am I glad to hear your dumb voice. How long have I been down here?â
There was a beat of silence. âYouâve been missing for almost two months.â He said bluntly and if you werenât mistaken, with a tone of deep guilt. The air was knocked from your lungs.
âIâve been here for that long?â You asked weakly, your body all of a sudden feeling incredibly tired and sore, like your willpower was ripped from you. Deanâs sigh carried through the humid air.
âIâm sorry I didnât find you sooner sweetheart. These fuckers were smart, they even got the work-around Sammy.â
âAnd you?â You playfully asked, getting a groan in return. âHow the fuck did some lousy ghouls get the jump on the great Dean Winchester?â The chill from the concrete wall at your back was slowly seeping through the measly layers you had on and yet you didnât want to move away.
âI was distracted.â He replied simply and you could almost see the way his plump lower lip jutted out in a toddler-like pout. âItâs not my fault.â
You giggled half-heartedly as you brought your knees up to your chest. âWhatever could distract you must be pretty fucking magnificent.â
âYeah she is.â He murmured lowly, but you heard him all the same. Your heart dropped to your stomach. You shouldâve expected it, Dean was famous for his womanising, even going so far as to abandon a hunt for a night with a gorgeous woman.Â
âTell me about her.â You knew it would hurt, that listening to him talk about this mysterious woman would tear you apart, but you needed the comfort of his voice right now.Â
Dean cleared his throat. âWell sheâs insanely attractive. I mean just legs for days and an ass that would make a grown man cry. Donât even get me started on how absolutely gorgeous her eyes are.â You scoffed at his crudeness but he only chuckled and continued. âBut more than that, sheâs crazy smart and sheâs by far the kindest person Iâve ever met. Sheâs a little dumb, I mean who challenges me to a pie-eating contest! And even more than that, sheâs my best friend and I would do anything for her, including getting kidnapped by a bunch of ghouls just so I could hear her voice again.â
With each word he spoke, the heat in the derelict dungeon seemed to grow. Warmth crawled up your neck, settling on the apple of your cheeks. âAnd right now, all I care about is how quiet she is after I just spilled my damn heart out to her.â
âDean-â You started but were quickly interrupted by the door to your cell slamming open and bright light flooding in. A shadowy figure loomed in the entryway, the stench of blood and rotting guts following them like some sick perfume. âDean!â You screeched as you attempted to scramble to the furthest corner of the room.Â
The light glinted off its teeth. âOh the sweet smell of fear.â It cooed. âMakes the meat so much more tender.âÂ
There was a thudding from the wall. âDonât you dare fucking touch her!â It just rolled its eyes at Deanâs protest.Â
The uneven concrete cut into your palms as you planted your feet so you could jump the ghoul before it got too close. It smirked, as if it already knew you were too weak to do anything. âY/N!â Your legs trembled as you put more of your weight on them, threatening to give out at any moment.Â
The ghoul snarled. âHe wonât be able to help you now.â It darted at you.
Feigning to the left, you narrowly missed its claws. The ghoul slammed painfully into the wall behind where you just were. There was a grizzly-sounding crunch and then a brief moment of silence. You attempted to stand but your knees buckled and you slammed back into the floor. But you couldnât stop moving, not when it quickly righted itself and began towards you again. âYou bitch!â It hissed.
As desperation sank into your bones, you began to crawl towards the open door. The muscles in your arms screamed but you had to get out. A hand closed around your ankle and tugged you backwards, sending you sprawling on the ground. âGet off!â You kicked back, but after months with limited food, it served to only push its jaw away from your leg.Â
âY/N!â Deanâs voice was muffled and far away, barely audible over the loud banging that reverberated through the halls, or was it your head? It was hard to tell. Weakly, you clawed for anything you could use as a weapon, the ghoul steadily getting dangerously close to you.Â
Your vision spun as you were suddenly on your back, the ghoul hovering above you. âI think Iâm going to make this last. Eat you nice and slow, make your boyfriend listen to every scream that comes out of that stupid mouth of yours. And then, right as youâre about to die from either the pain or the blood-loss, Iâll bring him over so he can watch as the light fades from your eyes.â
Its face got closer and closer, and then, it was gone. The weight was yanked from your chest with a blur of red and black plaid, the ghoulâs screeching making your head throb. There was the sound of cracking bones, and then nothing.
âSweetheart, look at me.â You hadnât realised that you passed out until you opened your eyes. Cringing at the bright light above you, you groaned and buried your face in your soft arms.
âToo bright.âÂ
âShit, yeah, just one sec.â The light flicked off and you breathed a sigh of relief. Now that it was darker, you felt more confident in opening your eyes once more. The sight you were greeted with was one that you were used to- the shitty decorations, dusty mattress below and couch that should have been torched 20 years ago. You were safe.
âHowâd you get us out? Wait how the fuck am I even alive? I was sure that I was toast.â Dean appeared in your eye-line then as he plopped down on the bed beside you. His green eyes were bloodshot and he had dark bags beneath them.
âIf weâre being honest, I donât really remember. I remember you screaming and then I was pounding on the door trying to get to you and somehow it just caved in. The last thing I remember is beating that fuckerâs face in.â Your eyebrows scrunched.
âDean, there was a whole pack of them. Thereâs no way you killed all of them while also having to drag me out of there.â He scoffed and laid down next to you, taking your hand into his own.
âI donât know what to tell you sweetheart. But weâre out and youâre safe, thatâs the only thing that matters.â Your fingers intertwined and you pulled his hand to your chest.Â
âYour safety matters too D.â He shook his head, his dirty blond hair now sticking up messily. He squeezed your fingers.
âNot when it comes to you.â Deanâs eyes flicked to your lips. âI would do anything to keep you safe.âÂ
The tip of your nose brushed against his as his free hand came up to cup your full cheek. âYouâre my everything.â And then he kissed you.
Slow and sweet, barely even a peck but as you tried to pull him closer to you, desperate for him, Dean rolled on top of you. His strong body fit beautifully between your plush thighs, his weight on top of you being a comfort rather than the terror from the ghoulâs. Your arms wound around his neck as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss even more.
âDean.â You moaned into his mouth as the hand that was once holding yours now rested on your wide hip, pinning you to him. He groaned at the strung-out sound of your voice.Â
âFuck baby. Can I see you?â You nodded but still whined as he pulled away from you. He smirked confidently. âDonât worry sweetheart, Iâm right here.â His touch skirted beneath your skirt, sending ripples of anticipation through you. The fabric followed his rough hands, slowly creeping up, exposing your body to him in a way that you had both only dreamed about.
Dean sucked in a breath as he finally pulled the shirt from you, leaving you in just a bra. âHoly shit youâre gorgeous.â You smiled bashfully in return.
âYour turn.â Moving faster than youâve ever seen, Dean ripped all of his layers off in one go, throwing the small pile of fabrics over his shoulder like they had burned him. âDamn Winchester, how have you been hiding all this from me for so long?â Your fingers traced up the softness of his belly, coming to rest above his heart, right where his tattoo was.
âBelieve me sweetheart, if it were up to me, you couldâve seen this two years ago.â He reached for your jeans, unbuttoning them quickly so he could shuck them down your shapely legs.
âTwo years!â You yelped, âWeâve known each other for three!â He looked away sheepishly, focusing on the panties that still covered you.Â
âNot my fault. You were goddamn terrifying.â You scoffed as he settled between your legs, throwing them over his broad shoulders.
âYeah well youâre just scared of powerful women. Let me tell you-â
âSweetheart, sweetheart. Will you just shut up and let me go down on you?â He pleaded, tugging at the cotton that stretched across your pelvis.Â
Your mouth snapped shut. âGood, now let me eat.â
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Authorâs note- hola my ghouls, goblins, fellow gremlins. Iâm here with a Steve one shot. I donât write for him often so I hope o can do him some justice. Likes and reblogs are always appreciated.
Warnings- 18+++++!!!!!!! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR THANK YOU. mentions of fat phobia, self esteem issues. Bullying, angst, fluff, cursing,oral (f &m receiving) smut! P in V unprotected sex!, squirting.
Summary- being a big girl in high school is hard. King Steve and his friends hadnât made it any easier. Can he make it up to you now that youâve graduated?10.8k words
You knew who Steve Harrington was. Everybody did. He was impossible to miss. All the guys wanted to be him and all the ladies loved him. Well. Almost all the ladies. All except you. You could admit to yourself Steve was a good looking guy but you couldnât get past who he was as a person.
Back in High School you were mostly a loner except for a few friends you made in classes and a few people you sat with at lunch. Other than that you tried your best to keep to yourself throughout High School . That however was made difficult because of Tommy and Carol. Mostly Carol. She bullied you endlessly for your weight. Whether it was making a snarky remark in the hallway or laughing at you in gym class, she made your high school years hell. And with that came Tommy and Steve. Who usually stood behind her and didnât say a word to defend you. On special days Tommy would chirp in and make snarky remarks with her. And sometimes you would catch Steve laughing.
The best day was the day you graduated because you knew you wouldnât have to deal with any of them on a day to day basis anymore. Hell if you were lucky you wouldnât even have to see their faces ever again. Or so you thought.
The summer after your graduation you found a job at a record store at star court mall. The stores name was Sam Goody. It was the best job cause you got to do your favorite thing. Stock records and listen to music all day. Everyday on your break youâd go to the food court and visit your old band friend Robin who worked at scoops ahoy. She was now going to be a senior and she managed to keep you up on all the juicy high school gossip now that you were out of high school.
Today had been a day just like any other. Youâd stocked your records, listened to music, and flipped through magazines at the counter until it was time to close the shop and go on a lunch break. You walked into scoops ahoy just like usual and then suddenly stopped in your tracks.
There at the counter in that stupid scoops ahoy uniform was the one and only Steve Harrington. And he was busy talking to Robin. You were so frozen you didnât even notice when Robin had turned her attention to you and tried waving you into the shop. But your eyes were trained on Steve. And as soon as he saw you, you quickly backed away and left the shop. Not bothering to look back. You feel bad about leaving Robin like that but there was no way you were going to subject yourself to âking Steveâ now that you were graduated. And now that he worked there youâd have to find another place to go on your lunch break.
Robin was very confused when she turned to look at you and watched as you quickly fled the ice cream shop. She tracked your eye-line and figured you were looking at the boy next to her. Steve Harrington in training. It clicked for her then. She didnât say anything but she huffed and returned to showing Steve the ropes of the shop.
Steve on the other hand was a bit distracted. Heâd seen Robin waving at someone and trying to get them to come into the shop and when he turned to see you standing there, eyes wide like a deer in headlights staring straight at him, he got a pit in his stomach. That pit became much deeper when he watched as you practically sprinted out of the store.
Steve wasnât an idiot. He didnât need to be told what happened in that moment. He knew exactly why you decided not to come into the shop. And he felt guilty. But he decided to push it down and continue with his training. Heâd worry about it another time. Surely you couldnât avoid the shop forever. Especially since he sees that youâre friends with Robin.
Oh how wrong Steve was. Heâs been working at scoops ahoy all summer now and youâve yet to come back to the shop. Heâs seen you around the mall and he knows you work at Sam goody but ever since his first day working there you havenât stepped foot in scoops ahoy. Now you usually go get a hot dog on a stick and meet Robin behind the mall to chit chat on breaks or Robin comes to you at Sam goody.
Robin and Steve have grown a lot closer and consider each other friends. Robin has seen that the Steve she works with is no longer the king Steve that ruled Hawkins high. But Steve still wishes he could get that through to you. If youâd even give him a chance.
Itâs a Tuesday and the mall is pretty slow. Even though itâs summer break a Tuesday afternoon still isnât prime ice cream time. Steve watches as Robin walks back in from her break and next to her is you. Steveâs breath hitches. For a second he has hope youâll actually walk in the store.
You glance past Robin and look at Steve and quickly turn your eyes in the opposite direction and keep walking, saying a quick goodbye to Robin. Steveâs whole body deflates. He leans back against the counter and runs his hands up and down his face.
Robin comes up to the counter and leans on the counter with him shoulder to shoulder. âWhatâs up Harrington?â
Steve thinks for a moment deciding whether or not he should talk to Robin about this. Since you and her were friends, maybe she could help him out.
He sighs heavily before speaking. âYou and y/n are friends right?â
âYup. Have been since I was a freshman and she was a sophomore.â
âHas sheâŠ.well I donât knowâŠhas she everâŠtalked about me?â
For once in her life Robin didnât want to speak. She knew Steve wouldnât want to hear what she had to say.
âCome on Robin I know she must have said something. She avoids this place like the plague ever since I started working here.â
Robin sighs and stands from the counter.
âLook Steve I know youâre not âking Steveâ anymoreâŠ.but she doesnât⊠all she knows is the Steve who was friends with Tommy and carol who bullied her for being fat. Can you blame her for not wanting to see you? Why does it bug you so much anyway?â
Steve wanted to tell Robin why it bugged him so much. Why itâs always going to bug him that you hate him. But he couldnât tell Robin that. And he could never tell you that. It wouldnât be fair. How could Steve ever explain that all this time heâs thought you were beautiful and an amazing girl all the while he let his friends bully you to no end? How could he explain to Robin that watching you walk past the store and refuse to come in because of him killed him?
All Steve did in return to robins question was sigh and stand from the counter and go to the back to restock the ice cream.
Summer was moving swiftly and Steve had given up on his hopes of being able to talk to you. He had become content in knowing you would hate him forever and he would have to live with that cause itâs his bed and he must lie in it.
You had fallen into a routine of avoiding scoops ahoy at all costs whenever Steve was around. You managed to still get ice cream from time to time because Robin was very helpful and told you whenever Steve wouldnât be working.
Today was a scorcher and Robin had told you yesterday that Steve wouldnât be working today. So you did your usual closing the shop routine and walked over to scoops ahoy. You didnât see Robin at the counter when you walked in so you stood there for a minute looking at all the flavors and decided which one to get.
After a few moments of standing there and looking at flavors you hear the door to the back swing open and you begin to say something to Robin about ignoring customers but you quickly shut your mouth and swallow hard when you see who walks through the door.
Itâs not Robin. Itâs Steve. He stops when he sees you too. Instead of your fight or flight kicking in, youâre just frozen. Stood there staring at each other for what is definitely too long. Eventually however you gain your bearings and cough slightly to snap Steve out of his trance as well. He stands up straighter and walks behind the counter.
You flick your eyes back down to the ice cream to avoid looking at him.
Youâre the first to speak.
âI thought Robin was working today.â You say so quietly Steve almost doesnât hear you.
âShe uh called out sick this morningâŠ. Iâm happy to help you though. What can I get for ya?â
âThe birthday cake flavorâ your voice is somehow smaller than it was a second ago and itâs clear being in his presence is only making you more and more nervous.
Steve grabs a bowl and instead of giving you one scoop he gives you two. He hands it to you over the counter and for a brief second your fingers touch. Steve feels like heâs been electrified and it makes your entire body flinch back. Snatching the ices cream from him. He can see your cheeks turn a rosy pink. If youâd been looking at him you would have seen his do the same.
You walk towards the register and pull out some money and try to hand it to Steve.
âItâs on the house.â
You look up at him for a brief second, confusion flashed across your features.
âW-What?â
âI said itâs on the house.â
You suddenly become defensive. You donât know what game heâs playing. Why heâs being nice to you. Youâre still looking at the ground but you raise your voice a bit and itâs clear youâre not happy.
âI donât know what youâre playing at here Harrington but whatever prank youâre pulling isnât gonna work.â
Steve deflates.
âI-Im not playing any game here. Iâm just-Iâm sorry.â
âYouâre sorry?â
He sighs heavily. âYeah. Iâm sorry. Iâve been hoping you were gonna walk into this shop for months so I could apologize for how I treated you in high school. But when I realized you were avoiding the store just because of me I figured Iâd let it go and not bug you or make it worse. So when you walked In here today I was hoping we could form an olive branch ya know? And you definitely donât have to forgive me. And you donât have to say anything now. But just-just think about it okay? I really am sorry and if you want this can be the first of many ice creams trying to prove that.â
You finally look up from the floor and look at his face. His words sound genuine. And his facial expression reads guilt.
âIâm not saying I forgive you just cause you gave me free ice creamâŠ..but thank you. For apologizing. I will accept the ice cream and the apology.â
Steve smiles and you smile back. You walk out of the store ice cream In hand and for once Steve feels like he has hope.
The next day youâre about to go on your lunch break to see Robin. Usually you guys meet out back and she usually gets there a bit later than you. Today however you decide to test the waters.
You walk into scoops ahoy to the surprise of both Steve and Robin. You walk right up to the counter and say hello to them both. Robin walks out from behind the counter and the two of you walk to the back of the building for your break.
âSo you over your Steve fear?â
âI wouldnât say Iâm over itâŠbut Iâm working on it. He apologized to me yesterday when you were sick and his apology seemed genuine.â
âIâve been trying to tell you he isnât king Steve anymore.â
âYeah but itâs much harder to believe that when I donât work with him everyday Robin. Besides itâs not like him and I are friends or anything. It was just an apology.â
âIf you say so.â
Weeks go by and you get better at walking into scoops ahoy and saying hello to Steve. A few times you guys even strike up a small conversation. What you donât notice in these small conversations however is just how much Steve is trying to flirt with you. Which you donât seem to notice at all. However Robin does.
Today after you leave scoops ahoy, two scoops of birthday cake ice cream in hand, free from Steve. Robin walks up to the counter and leans on it. Staring at Steve intensely. He begins to get annoyed by it.
âWhat Robin?â
âOhhhhh nothingâŠ..just that youâre totally head over heels for herâ
Steve drops his ice cream scoop on the ground and clammers to pick it up.
âPfft what? I have no idea what youâre talking about Robin.â
âOh come on Steve how stupid to you think I am. Now itâs so obvious why her not coming In here bothered you so much and now that she does youâre trying to flirt with her. So come on, how long have hot liked her?â
Steve sighs and leans against the counter.
âBelieve it or not Iâve liked her since freshman year. We had English class together and she was always so sweet. She was so smart too. Way smarter than me. And she was stunning. I stared at her constantlyâ
âThen why did you, Tommy, and carol bully her so much?â
âGod Iâm gonna sound like such an assâŠI never told Tommy and Carol I liked her. I never told anybody. I was ashamed you know? I was king Steve. I was supposed to date the hot cheerleaders or the skinny preppy girls and well. She wasnât. And I realize now how stupid that is and I regret it every single day.â
âMaybe you should tell her that.â
Steve shoots up like a rocket.
âNO! SHE CAN NEVER KNOW ROBIN AND YOU CANT TELL HER! Promise me you wonât tell her.â
âWhy not? I thought you said you werenât ashamed anymore and you regret it everyday?â
âIâm not ashamed Robin. But she hated me a few weeks ago. I just got her to start talking to me. If I were to tell her this she might go back to hating me and never talking to me again. I just got her. I donât wanna lose her. If I can even be her friend Iâll be happy.â
Robin decided to drop the subject and promises Steve that she wonât say anything to you. And she doesnât. Instead she observes. She observes over the coming weeks how much more comfortable you and Steve become. Like two pees in a pod. She watches as the conversations grow longer and eventually Steve joins you and Robin on your breaks.
Today the three of you are on break and youâre laughing at one of Steveâs jokes as Robin rolls her eyes. Robin takes notice of the way you put your hand on his arm as you laugh at his joke, and how hard you laugh at it considering Robin didnât find it nearly as funny as you did apparently.
Steve announces his leave cause someone has to go back inside to watch scoops and heâs probably already been out there too long. Leaving you and Robin alone.
âSoooooo. You and Steve?â
âWhat?â
âYou heard me.â
âI heard you but I donât know what you mean. What about me and Steve?â
âWell do you like him?â
You choke on air for a second. Over the time youâve been getting to know Steve you had to admit the boy was attractiveâŠ.and funnyâŠand a little dreamy. But you told yourself there was no use in day dreaming about a boy like him. That was nothing that would ever come of it so it didnât matter what you felt.
âRobin I have no idea what youâre talking about.â
âOh come on. Nobody laughs that hard at Steveâs joke. And I didnât miss the way you grabbed his arm.â
âIâm sorry I actually found it funny. And I grab your arm all the time Robin. Itâs just something I do. Donât read into it.â
âIâm just saying. Would it be such a bad thing if you did like him?â
You sigh. âEven if I did, Which Iâm not saying I do, it wouldnât matter. Heâs Steve. And Iâm me. He wouldnât ever like me that way so thereâs no use in thinking about it.â
Robin became defensive of you for a second. You were her friend. How dare you talk down about yourself like that so casually?
âWhat do you mean âyouâre you?â I know you and youâre amazing! Heâd be lucky to have you. You know that right?â
You begin to stand up and walk inside.
âRobin can we just drop this. Please. I donât want to talk about it anymore.â
You and Robin walk back to scoops ahoy and you say goodbye to Robin and Steve.
When Steve gets off work that day he decides to do something without telling Robin. He watches Robin leave the store and head to her bike outside the mall. Steve would normally give her a ride home but he made an excuse saying he had to run errands at the mall for his mom so he would be there late.
That was a lie. His mom didnât need anything from him or the mall. Instead after work Steve heads over to Sam goody. He walks in the store and you donât seem to notice as youâre stocking some records.
He walks over to the records youâre stocking and takes one out of the crate youâre using to carry them around. When he reaches in the crate you look up at him in surprise and then smile.
âOh hi Steve. What are you doing here?â
Now it was time to put his plan into action.
âWell I was wondering if you wanted to hangout tonight?â
âOh! Sure! Whereâs Robin?â
Steve slumps a little.
âUh Robin wouldnât be there. It would just be me and youâŠâ
He notices the way you tense and the way your face contorts into confusion.
âSo you want to hangoutâŠaloneâŠ.with me?â
âWell yeah. Thatâs kinda why I asked.â
âItâs just-I-well-â you sigh and set the records down.
âSteve are you sure?â
Steveâs beginning to lose his confidence here. He was expecting either a yes or no. Definitely not this.
âYes Iâm sure. I was thinking maybe we could hangout at the diner in town and then go back to my place for a movie?â
Your face has an expression that Steve canât quite read. And you can tell youâre making Steve nervous.
âOkay Steve. I get off in about 30 minutes if you wanna wait in here and listen to music while I stock the last of the records and cassettes.â
Steveâs face lights up like a Christmas tree. He walks over to the stool at the counter and watches as you work. He finds himself hypnotized by you. The way your soft hands flick through the records, the way your nice big hips sway as you walk, the way he can see your tummy is driving him wild. Then when he thinks it canât get any better. You bend over to pick up a dropped cassette. He almost groans out loud. He quickly covers it with a cough and you look over at him and give him a smile which he returns.
The 30 minutes seems to last forever as he quickly realizes heâs growing a boner just watching you work. While youâre not looking he quickly sticks his hand down his pants and tucks his dick into the waistband of his pants. You finally finish stocking and look at the time and begin to close up shop.
Steve leads you out to his car and opens the door for you. You get in the passenger seat and Steve tells you that you can pick the music. You put on some Bon Jovi and it takes a few minutes but you begin to quietly sing along to yourself as you look out the window. Steve can barely hear you but he thinks your voice sounds beautiful. He smiles to himself as he listens to you.
Eventually the two of you pull into the diner and walk in and are seated as a nice booth near the window. You guys order some drinks and begin to look at the menu.
As youâre looking at the menu Steve wads up the little paper that comes on his straw and he throws it at your face to get your attention and you look up and give him an angry stare that he can tell isnât angry. He stares back until you break and laugh.
He decides to test the waters and say something he wouldnât normally say.
âYou remember Ms Jones English class? Freshman year?â
Although you and Steve have been growing closer youâve yet to talk about high school. Both avoiding it as a sore subject.
âUh yeah?â
âI remember you always used to read this book. The same one all the time. Even if we were required to read a different book youâd always have that book with you. What was it called? We ended up having to read it senior year and I remember when we had to read it you were ecstatic cause you already knew everything about it. Pride and Prejudice right?â
You didnât answer for a beat. You didnât know Steve noticed you outside the times his friends spent bullying you. And the fact that he remembered what book it was caught you off guard.
âUh yeah. Pride and Prejudice is still my favorite. I reread it all the time.â
âWhyâs it your favorite?â
âBecause it was the first book I read where felt like I could see the book laid out in my mind. Where I could imagine myself as the protagonist ya know?â
âNow I donât remember a ton about the book but I remember her name was Elizabeth Bennet right? You see yourself as her. Why?â
Your face turns a little redder and he takes notice.
âWell- Lizzie was always seen as somewhat inferior. In terms of finances and looks compared to her sisters and I guess I could relate to that.â
âYouâre not inferior.â
You sigh. âI didnât say that for a pep talk Steve. Iâm just saying I relate to her. Whether you think Iâm inferior or not.â
âI know. And I know you donât need a pep talk. But youâre not inferior okay?â
Just then the waiter comes up to take your orders. Steve orders a club sandwich with onion rings and you order a burger and fries.
The two of you laugh and talk as you wait for your food and eventually it arrives. Just as youâre about to dig in you hear an all too familiar laugh. You shut your eyes tight and try to pretend like youâve disappeared. But when you open your eyes youâre still there. And so is Tommy H and fucking Carol.
You can hear carols witch cackle as the two of them approach the booth.
âWell well well look what we have here. King Steve out with the town cow.â Tommy says as he wraps his arm around carols shoulder.
Steve quickly stands up and gets in Tommyâs face.
âWhat did I tell you about shutting your damn mouth man?â
âOh really Steve? You gonna fight me? Over that?â He points at you and you can feel the tears welling in your eyes. You didnât want to be here.
Steve shoves Tommy back hard. Tommy bumps into a table and brushes off his jacket.
âI said shut.your. Damn. Mouth.â
Carol steps in front of Tommy.
âHeâs not worth it Tommy. Donât waste your time. Let Steve have the Heifer.â
Steve steps closer to the two of them.
âYou leave her alone you hear me? I didnât stop you guys shit back then and I shouldâve but Iâm not gonna let it happen now.â
Tommy huffs out a laugh and wraps his arm back around Carol and the two of them saunter out of the restaurant unbothered by the encounter. Steve turns his attention back to you at the table and what he finds breaks his heart.
There you are sitting with your head down. Breathing heavily, clearly trying to hold in your sobs. Steve can barely see your face but from what he can see, he can see tears streaming down them as you cry silently. He quickly squeezes in next to you on your side of the booth and he tries to wrap and arm around you but you quickly slide away and hit the wall getting as far away from him as you could.
âY/n? Iâm so sorry about them I had no idea they were even in town. I thought they left Hawkins I had no idea theyâd be here.â
Your voice is just above a squeak as you answer.
âItâs okay. Thank you for defending me. I think I should go.â
âWhat! Why? We havenât even eaten yet? Come on donât let them ruin this.â
You huff a pained laugh. âYeah like I need to eat this. As if I havenât eaten enough already. Tommy and carol are right Steve. You shouldnât waste your time hanging out with me. I get you feel bad about high school and everything but really you donât need to hangout with me out of pity.â
Steve felt so much pain in his chest he wanted to topple over. He felt at fault. Heâd never defended you before and now you had this horrible opinion of yourself. You viewed yourself as inferior: as a waste of time to hangout with. And he felt like it was all his fault.
He scooted closer to you and slowly reached up to grab your face in his hands and you let him. He turned your face to where you were looking at him with teary eyes. He began to speak in the most serious voice he could muster.
âYou are NOT a waste to hangout with. Iâm NOT hanging out with you out of pity. Iâm here with you because I want to be. Please stay and eat with me? Please?â
You blink back some tears and nod your head yes.
It takes a few minutes but eventually Steve gets you laughing again. Mostly cause he starts playing with his food just to try and make you laugh. He notices you donât finishes your meal and he wants to say something but he doesnât want to push his luck.
He pays for both meals despite your protest and the two of you leave the restaurant and head back to Steveâs house.
The drive to Steves house is full of laughter and horrible singing impressions on Steveâs part. When you get there youâre shocked. You always heard about king Steveâs house in high school and how huge it was but you never expected this. You walk in and youâre very hesitant to touch anything. Steve can sense your nerves and he grabs your hand and leads you further into the house. He stops in the living room in front of the couch.
âOkay Iâm gonna go change out of this stupid ass scoops uniform and Iâll be right back down if you wanna pick out a movie?â
As Steve turns to leave you quickly grab his hand and he spins back around.
âYou okay?â
âI-I justâŠ. Well. Steve what if your parents come home? And they seeâŠ.wellâŠme? Im not exactly the type of girl you usually bring home.â
Steve gives a lopsided smile and squeezes your hand.
â1. My parents are never ever home so the chances of them coming home and seeing you are like a billion to one. And even if they did screw them. I can be with whoever I want.â
Steve turns to leave again and this time you let him. You pick out a movie and sit on the couch and make yourself comfortable amongst the pillows.
Eventually Steve returns in his pajamas and with a bowl of popcorn in hand. He sits down directly next to you despite having a lot of open couch space left. He presses play on the movie and leans back in the pillows along with you and kicks his legs up on the coffee table.
About an hour into the movie Steve yawns stretches, moving his arm to rest on your shoulder. Without really thinking about it you lean into it and make yourself comfortable at his side. Steve smiles to himself and his small victory.
Eventually the movie ends and Steve puts on a movie as his choice and returns to your side. Wrapping his arm around you. As the night goes on the both of you just keep picking movies turn by turn. Eventually Steve notices your breathing has gone heavy and your body has fully slumped against his own. Youâre asleep.
He smiles to himself and lays down gently on the couch placing you gently with him. He lets the movie play out and doesnât put a new one in. Instead he just drifts off with you In his arms. Itâs the best sleep heâs had in awhile.
Movie nights begin to become a regular thing between you and Steve. Neither one of you mentioning the mornings spent waking up together. Eventually you start leaving pajamas and clothing at his house and he begins to do the same at yours.
As the summer closes youâre at home one night when you hear about the awful fire at star court mall that killed a bunch of people. You werenât working that day but you knew Steve and Robin were.
You drive as quickly as you can to the star court mall parking lot and desperately search for your friends hoping theyâre alive. Youâre standing in the parking lot frantically scanning faces when you hear a familiar voice call your name. You whip around to find Robin leaning against a car next to max who comes into the record store with her friends all the time. You run up to Robin and quickly give her a hug.
âOh Robs! Are you okay? What the hell happened?â
Robin explains how there was some kind of fire explosion and a lot of people were hurt. The details she gives are kind of vague but you couldnât care less because youâre just lucky your friend is alive.
âRobin. Whereâs Steve?â
She points to a nearby ambulance and you quickly rush over to the back of it. What you see when you open the door shocks you. There Steve sits getting treated by a paramedic. It looks like heâs been beat to shit. You swallow hard. Your heart aches for him and what he must have been through to suffer those injuries. But youâre just thankful heâs alive. You suspect thereâs more to this mall fire than everyoneâs letting on.
Steve quickly looks over at you. Turning his head much to the paramedics annoyance. He says your name in a bit of raspy voice and reaches his hand out to you.
You grab his hand quickly and give it a tight squeeze. You climb up in the back of the ambulance and sit next to Steve as heâs being treated. Every once in awhile you squeeze each others hands. Eventually the paramedic finishes up and leaves the ambulance to tend to someone else. Leaving you and Steve alone. You take a deep breath and gently cup Steveâs face in a way that ensures it wonât hurt him and make him turn to face you.
âSteve. I know this wasnât just a mall fire. You donât have to tell me what happened. You probably canât. And I understand that. Just know Iâm so happy youâre alive. And Iâm here in any way that you need me.â
He gives you a weak smile and pulls you in for a hug that makes him wince in pain. But he doesnât care. He holds you tight regardless. He whispers in your ear.
âTake me home?â
You nod your head yes and grab his hand as you leave the ambulance. You say goodbye to everyone and offer rides to Robin and some of the kids but they all say theyâll be okay. You drive Steve back to his house and help him inside.
You walk to where you have your pajamas stored and go to change. When you come out of the bathroom you hear Steve struggling in pain. You rush over to find him in his room changing. You quickly try to turn around and head out of the room but you bump loudly into the door. Catching Steveâs attention.
He turns around to see you standing there.
âSorry! I heard you and it sounded like you were in pain so I came to check on you and you were changing so I tried to leave but then I hit the door. I promise Iâm not a creep!â
âSweetheart. Could you actually help me out here?â
âW-what?â
Steve sighs. â Iâm in a lot of pain here and I donât think I can change into my pajamas. If you can just help me get my shirt and pants off so I can sleep in my boxers youâd be a life saver.â
The thought of undressing Steve and seeing him in his boxers makes your cheeks go rosy and makes you tingle all over. You had to remind yourself you were just helping out a friend.
You make your way across the room to Steve and tell him to lift his arms above his head as best he can. He obliges. As gently as you can you grab his shirt and roll it up his body as slowly as possible to avoid tugging on anything or causing him pain.
Eventually you get his shirt off and you toss it to the ground. Here you are standing in Steve Harringtonâs bedroom with him shirtless as youâre undressing him. You know about a hundred girls who would kill to be in your position.
The next part is what has you nervous. You reach down and undo his belt and slowly pull it through the loops. It gets a little caught on a loop so you tug just a little and you hear Steve groan.
âSorry Steve!â
âItâs okay sweetheart. Youâre doing great.â
Steve noticed your hands are shaking a lot and he gently grabs your wrists.
âAre you okay?â He asks quietly.
You laugh gently. âShouldnât I be asking you that?â
He gives a gentle laugh as well. âI mean your hands are shaking.â
âYeah. Yeah. Iâm okay. I just-well. God this is so stupid. Iâve never been this close to anyone before. And Iâve certainly never undressed someone before.â
Steve hadnât even considered that when he asked you. He didnât mean to make you nervous. He was just in so much pain. And you were being so gentle with him.
âI can try and finish undressing myself if you want. I donât want to make you uncomfortable.â
âItâs okay Steve. Youâre in pain. Iâm a big girl I can do this.â
You move your hands out of his grasp and go to undo his pants. Suddenly itâs Steve who realizes he might have a problem. With you being so gentle and so close to him and him being so out of it he knows he can pop a boner any second and thereâs no way he can stop it.
Itâs even worse when you begin to move his pants down his legs and you kneel to make it easier on you. He looks down for a brief second and you look up at him and he realizes heâs fucked. His head quickly snaps up to look at the ceiling cause thereâs no way he can look at you on your knees in front of him like that, like the way heâs dreamed, and not pop a boner.
He starts taking deep breaths through his nose and you ask him to lift up a leg so he does. He steps out of the first pant leg and then the next. Leaving him only in his boxers. You stand back up and throw his pants across the room and they land with his shirt. He looks back down from the ceiling and finds you staring at his shirtless form and it makes him smile a little to know youâre checking him out.
You however quickly realize what youâre doing and you clear your throat and say goodnight as you move to leave Steveâs room. Having planned on sleeping in one of the guest rooms. As you move to leave Steve gently grabs your arm and pulls you close to him.
âStay with me?â
âAre you sure? I donât want you to be in pain cause Iâm laying with you?â
âHoney I donât think Iâll be able to sleep without you.â
The way he says it has your heart melting. In this moment you realize no matter what you told yourself and no matter how hard you tried to deny it. You were head over heels for Steve Harrington. You were so relieved to find out he was alive tonight. But now him saying he needed you? Oh you were so fucked.
You silently nodded your head and Steve led you to the bed where you both laid down and made yourselves comfortable holding each other. Despite all the horrible things heâd been through. Steve didnât have a single nightmare with you.
The months go by and Steve and Robin find new jobs at family video. You follow them and get a job next door at the arcade. Everyday you all still take your breaks together and everyday Robin notices your and Steve getting closer and closer.
One day Steve has to stay in on break and help Keith check in some late videos so it leaves you and Robin alone. She decided to breach the subject again.
âSoooooooo Iâm gonna ask something youâre not gonna like.â
You give a chuckle and continue to fiddle with something on the bench.
âOkay robs go for it.â
âWhen are you gonna tell Steve you like him.â
Thereâs a loud thunk as you slam your head onto the table.
âYouâre right Robin I didnât like that.â
âWell?â
You sigh.
âIâm never gonna tell him Robin.â
âAHA! So you do like him!â
You hit your head on the table again and Robin moves her hand to become a barrier between your head and the table.
âCan we drop this please?â
âAbsolutely not! You have to tell him!â
âI donât âhaveâ to do anything. Especially when it would be pointless. Steve is my friend and he would never see me that way. End of story. Iâm not gonna tell him that just to lose him.â
Robins internally screaming at how stupid the two of you are.
âWhy donât you think Steve could see you that way?â
âRobin come on? The last girl he dated was nancy. The girl before that was Stacy. The girl before that was Rebecca. You know what all the girls Steveâs dated have in common?â
âUm⊠they all have a vagina? I think?â
You laugh. âWell yeahâŠbut none of them are fat. Steve wouldnât date a fat girl like me and I donât blame him. Iâm just not attractive and thatâs something I have to live with.â
Robins about to respond and tell you off for speaking so lowly of yourself when the back door to the video store swings open and out walks Steve. The two of you go oddly quiet and Steve gives a confused look between the two of you.
âWhat did I miss?â
âNothing! I just remembered I have to go empty the change out of the arcade machines so Iâm gonna go.â
âBut we havenât even gotten a chance to talk or eat yet?â Steve says a little sad.
âSorry Stevie.â You quickly walk back in the building leaving Steve and Robin alone.
âWhat the hell was that about?â
Robin doesnât answer.
âRobin? Hellooooo?â He waves a hand in front of her face and snaps a couple of times.
âI want to tell you something but I donât want to be a bad friend but I also just want my friends to be happy.â
âRobin what the hell are you talking about?â
âSHE LIKES YOU!â Robin blurts it out without thinking too much.
Steve stands there frozen.
âW-what?â
âI shouldnât have said that.â
âWell Robin you canât unsay it so now you have to elaborate.â
âOkay okay. She likes you. But she doesnât think you could ever like her back so she has no plans of ever telling you or doing anything about it.â
âWhat? Why doesnât she think I can like her back? Isnât it like stupid obvious that Iâm absolutely gone for her?â
âShe says she thinks sheâs too fat for you. That youâve only ever dated skinny girls so thatâs all you must be interested in and thereâs no way you could like her. She said and I quote âIâm just not attractive and thatâs something I have to live with.ââ
Steve sits down on the bench and slides a hand over his face.
âFuck! Doesnât she realize how beautiful she is? How do I make her see that Robin? How do I make her see that I want her?â
âMaybe. Dingus. Start by telling her? Maybe sheâd believe it if she actually heard it.â
He swallows hard. Sheâs right. He has to find a way to tell you. He gets up from the bench and walks towards the door to the arcade and walks inside. He finds you not changing out the money in the machines but instead he finds you resting your head on the counter.
âHey.â He says quietly.
Your head shoots up off the counter.
âHey.â
âWanna come over for movie night tonight?â
âSure. You gonna grab some movie options from work?â
âYou know it baby.â
âOkay Iâll see you when we get off then.â
Steve returns to family video and rents all your favorite movies. At the end of your shift the three of you climb into Steveâs car. He drops Robin off at her house and takes the two of you back to his house.
You walk in as if you own the place and quickly change out of your work clothes and make your way back to the sofa. You sit down and swing your legs over Steveâs. He lets the first movie play and orders some pizza.
By the time the second movie plays and the pizza has been eaten Steve thinks itâs time to try and talk to you. He doesnât know where to start so he starts stroking a hand up and down the legs that cover his own. He moves his hand a little higher to rest on your thigh and he gives it a light squeeze. You turn to look at him and find him already looking. He grabs the remote and pauses the movie much to your confusion.
âCan we talk?â
Steve notices the way your face turns into nervousness.
âYeah Stevie whatâs up?â
He sighs and takes a deep breath and you can tell whatever heâs trying to say is hard for him. You reach a hand up and swipe some of the hair out of his face and run a knuckle down across his forehead in a soothing motion.
âSweetheart Iâm just gonna come out and say it. Iâm crazy about you. I always have been. And I know you like me too.â
You retract your hand quickly.
âThatâs not funny Steve.â The look on your face is full of confusion and itâs slowly morphing into anger.
âRobin told you didnât she? And now Iâm what? Some joke between you two? Haha the fat girl likes me. Let me play with her emotions is that it Steve?â You start to move off the couch and Steve desperately starts clinging to you.
âNO! No! Absolutely not! Thatâs not what this is! I would never do that to you! Yes Robin told me you liked me but she only told me cause she knows how crazy Iâve been about you!â
Youâre still trying to move off of the couch and now youâre starting to cry. Steve thinks to himself fuck how could this go so wrong.
âB-but you donât like me Steve. Y-you canât!â
âWhat?â
He grabs hold of your arms and tries to get you to look at him but you refuse.
âHoney what do you mean? Why canât I like you?â
âBECAUSE IM FAT STEVE! BOYS LIKE YOU DONT LIKE GIRLS LIKE ME! IT JUST DOESNT HAPPEN!â
Steveâs taken aback by you shouting at him but it doesnât sway him one bit. If anything he tries to pull you closer to him.
âPlease look at me.â
You can hear the desperation in his voice so you decide to glance up at him. You find him staring deeply into your eyes.
âSweetheart Iâve been head over heels for you since the day I met you in that stupid English class freshman year. I watched you every day to see what you were reading or writing. I was so fucking stupid for being friends with Tommy and carol and letting them treat you the way they did but my head was too far up my own ass to realize that what I was doing was wrong. I should have been letting you know every fucking day how stunning you are. And youâre right. I donât like you. Because youâre not the kind of girl boys like. Youâre the kind of girl boys fall in love with. And Iâm that boy. Canât you see Iâm in love with you?â
By now the tears were just streaming down your face and you couldnât stop them even if you tried. Nobody, especially not a boy, had ever said you were stunning or beautiful or anything of the sort. Steve slowly let go of your arms and when he saw you werenât trying to run away he gently lifted his hand up to your face where he cupped your face and began to wipe the tears away.
The way he was being so gentle with you made you want to cry even harder. And you did. Youâd never known this kind of affection and you didnât even even know you were missing it. You melted into Steveâs touch and let him hold you for a few minutes before you began to speak.
âSteve?â You whisper.
âYeah?â
âI-I love you tooâŠbut I donât know how to be loved. Or how to love really.â
âSweetheart. Thatâs okay. I can show you.â
Steve looked into your eyes and started to lean in. You didnât know what to do. So you shut your eyes and let him come to you. Only a second later you felt his lips make contact with your own. His lips were soft against yours and they melded right together. You were hesitant but you began to kiss him back. As your lips moved together you pressed further against each other. You sighed into against his lips and your mouth opened slightly.
Steve saw his opportunity and slipped his tongue in your mouth. Much to your surprise. Although it wasnât unwelcome. You let him explore your mouth and then you explored his. Eventually your head starts to get a bit foggy and youâre running out of breath so you gently push back on him a bit and your mouths disconnect with a string of spit in between you. Youâre both smiling like lovesick fools and while you catch your breath Steve finds he canât get enough of you. He moves his lips to your cheek, then your jaw, and down your neck. He starts at your ear where he gives your lobe a little nibble that makes you whine a little. Barely loud enough for Steve to hear but he does. So he keeps going. He starts to kiss your neck and suck on spots that makes you whine. The first time he bites gently on a spot he knows you like though and he hears you moan for the first time. God the boys in heaven. But he stops. Much to your disappointment.
He pulls away and finds you looking disheveled. Face flushed and breathing heavily .
âIs what weâre doing okay baby? I donât want to take things too far. I know youâve never..â
Youâre still breathing a little heavily as you answer.
âYeah Steve. Itâs okay. I trust you. JustâŠbe gentle with me please.â
âBut are you sure you want this? I know I want this but I donât want you to be caught up in the moment and regret it honey. I want this to be something you want.â
You grab his face in your hands and pull him so close into youâre own that youâre almost kissing him again.
âIâm sure of this Stevie. Thereâs no one else Iâd want it to be.â
Steve kisses you again. With much more ferver. He works his way back down to leaving you more hickies on your neck. He can tell your neck is sensitive. All the whines and moans youâre making are sending the blood rushing straight to his dick.
Still on the couch with your legs draped over his. He begins to move his hands around your body. Squeezing at the thick flesh and feeling it mold beneath his fingers. The more he squeezes the more sounds you let out. Your hands find their way to his hair where you tangle your fingers in his strands.
After a few more kisses Steve stops.
âIs it okay if we take this upstairs. I donât want your first to be on a couch.â
The two of you walk up stairs and Steve starts kissing you again before you even reach his bedroom door. He opens it and backs you towards the bed but you stop him.
âWhats wrong sweetheart?â
You look a little red in the face as if youâre embarrassed. He taps your chin to look at him.
âCome on honey. Tell me.â
âI wanted to do something. Involving you.â
âWhat is it?â
âDo you remember that night when star court blew up? And we came back here⊠and you had me undress you?â
âYeah. Why?â
âI was wondering if I could do it again?â
Steve practically melts right there.
âOf course you can sweetheart. Have at it.â
You give Steve a quick kiss before telling him to lift up his arms. He obliges. You slowly move your fingers to the hem of his shirt and pull it up and over his head and toss it to the floor. Now that his shirt is off you move your hands gently to Steveâs bare chest and let them roam. You lightly scratch up his torso and watch as his muscles react under your touch. Your hands move slowly to his pajama pants and you canât help but notice a large bulge underneath the fabric. You take a deep breath and slowly start to pull the fabric down. As you pull the fabric down you kneel to the ground and Steve looks down at you. You look up at him with your big eyes and Steve canât help the way his dick twitches. You catch the movement and smirk.
Once you work each leg out of the pants and discard the pants across the room you run your hands up Steveâs legs and give his thighs a squeeze. You reach for the waistband of his boxers and curl your fingers inside. Before you pull them down you ask one more time if itâs alright. To which he says yes.
You slide his boxers down. Unveiling his painfully hard cock. Youâve seen enough porn to know that was Steve has is practically a horse cock. Hell if he wanted to he could probably be a guy in a porno. You hadnât realized you were staring wide eyed at his dick until you hear Steve huff a laugh.
âHoney if you keep staring at it like that Iâm only gonna get harder.â
You donât say anything. You just move your hands and quickly grip his cock. Not too tight but with a nice grip. You donât really know what youâre doing but you know you donât want to stop. You begin to slowly move your hand up and down his shaft and when you get to the top you give it a little squeeze. You hear Steve release a broken moan above you and so you decide to focus on his tip a little more.
You decide that instead of using your hands you want to use your mouth. So you lick your lips and lean forward to give his cock a little kitten lick on the end before taking the tip in your mouth.
Steve wasnât expecting you to do any of this and watching the girl heâs been pining after for years on her knees for him is driving him crazy. He feels himself rushing towards an orgasm at your slightest touch and he just canât have himself cumming in your mouth in under 30 seconds. So he backs a way a bit and pushes your head away. He leans down and grabs your hands and helps you stand to the floor.
âSince you got to undress me I think itâs only fair I return the favor.â
Steve gives you a brief kiss that takes your breath away as his hands rake up and down your body. Squeezing your breasts, your stomach, your thighs. Anything he can grab heâs squeezing. And youâre letting out all sorts of glorious sounds for him.
Since you are just in your pajamas he doesnât have to remove much. He starts with your shirt and much to his already known delight. Youâre not wearing a bra. Heâd imagined your breasts plenty of times but seeing your big breasts bare for him. Now that was driving him wild. Before you can cover yourself up from self consciousness heâs dipping down to kiss and lick all over your breasts.
Your nipples have perked up due to being exposed to the cold air. Steve takes advantage of this and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth while pinching the other between his fingers. You cry out at the new sensation. He continues doing it as he backs you towards the bed and once you hit it he lays you down gently.
He begins to kiss down your body. Stopping to give your plump tummy a few squeezes and kisses. He reaches the top of your pajama pants and looks up at your for confirmation. You nod your head yes and he begins to slide the pants down your legs. Much to his surprise you arenât wearing any underwear.
You try to close your legs but he quickly stops you and just stares at your dripping pussy. The longer he stares the more self conscious you become. Youâre about to say something or move when he finally dips his head down and inhales the scent between your legs. He takes a heavy inhale and sighs on the exhale. His hands move to your thighs where he starts kneading and squeezing them.
He moves his lips to your inner thighs where he starts nipping at the skin and sucking hickies into the flesh. After youâre properly worked up and whining for him, he moves towards your center. Placing a gentle kiss on you clit. Making you jump.
He runs his tongue through your folds. Licking at your hole all the way up to where he starts sucking on your clit. The new sensation is driving you wild. Youâre reaching for the sheets, his hair, the headboard. Anything that can ground you but he just keeps on making you feel like youâre floating.
Then you feel something teasing at your entrance. A single finger. He then dips it in slowly just a little bit. And back out. He works his finger in and out of your until heâs knuckle deep. Youâre moaning out his name and Steve starts to hump the mattress just to relieve himself a little bit.
He adds a second finger and starts to stretch you out a bit. Your back begins to arch off the bed and your thighs are closing around his head. And with the plush of your thighs surrounding his head Steve thinks to himself. âIf I were to die in this moment I would die a very happy man.â
He continues to suck on your clit and pump his fingers in and out of you. Listening to the way your slick coats his hand and the whimpers and moans falling from your mouth.
He can tell youâre getting close by the way you tighten around him and the way youâre chanting out his name as if it were a prayer.
He starts working in and out of you faster. And eventually you feel that tight knot in your stomach snap as you scream his name and scratch at the headboard. He feels you cum all over his face and fingers and he licks up every drop of it.
Slowly your thighs loosen their death grip around his head and he sits up to take a good look at you. All pretty and splayed out beneath him looking absolutely wrecked. He wanted to wreck you even more.
He kissed his way back up your body. Making sure to squeeze you tight everywhere he could. Once he reached your mouth you started to lazily make out as he began to grind himself against you. Making you whine against his mouth.
âAre you ready?â
âYeah stevie. Iâm ready.â
âYou tell me if it hurts or if itâs too much okay? You say the word it all stops. I promise.â
âI trust you.â
Steve lines himself up with your hole and slowly pushes the tip in as he intertwines his fingers with yours. You gasp and squeeze his hand. He stills for a moment and lets you adjust.
Once he feels you relax around him he pushes in a little more until he feels you tense up again. He stills and starts to kiss your face until you relax. He repeats this process until heâs all the way in. Youâre breathing heavily and your face is flushed.
âAre you okay?â He asks quietly against your ear.
âMmhmm. Yeah. Iâm okay Stevie. Just-fuck- itâs a lot. Feel so full.â
Steve letâs you take as much time as you need until he feels your hips start to rock against this own. He pulls out almost entirely and pushes back in. You gasp and moan and Steve groans. He begins to snap his hips even faster and you start to scratch down his back and pull his body closer into your own.
Youâre still worked up from your last orgasm and from the way Steve is driving in and out of you, you feel that coil in your stomach growing even tighter than it did before.
Youâve had orgasms before but none of them felt quite like this. You almost wanted to warn Steve that you didnât know what was about to happen but you couldnât form the words to tell him. Instead you just let yourself get lost in the feeling. Your orgasm approaching rapidly.
Steve was panting and moaning in your ear.
âIâm not gonna last baby. Youâre so fucking tight- I- I canât think straight.â
He grabs onto the headboard and starts driving into you even deeper and harder than you thought possible. Youâre letting out noises you didnât even know you could make. And then you feel his cock brush something inside of you you didnât even know was there. It makes your entire body convulse and youâre screaming out his name.
Steve feels your pussy squeeze around him impossibly tight and he knows youâre cumming. What he doesnât expect is the squirts of liquid that come with it. It takes him a second to realize he just made you squirt all over him. The second he does realize it however itâs over. His entire body tenses and his thrusts come to a violent halt as he continues to grab the headboard so hard he thinks he might break it as he pumps you full of his warm cum. His head dips into the crook of your neck and he starts to whine cause he just canât stop cumming. Heâs pretty sure heâs never come this much or this hard in his entire life.
When Steve finally comes to youâre holding him. Stroking the back of his head as he lays on top of you. Practically suffocating you. He gently pulls out of you and gives you a quick peck before standing on wobbly legs. He goes to the to the bathroom and comes back with a washcloth in hand that he runs between your legs.
He lays down beside you and you curl into his arms. The both of you fall asleep. The world for both of you feeling a lot less heavy.
The next morning when you wake up in his arms both of you naked. You turn to face him. You stroke his face gently and it rouses him out of his sleep. His eyes flutter open and a soft smile crosses his features.
âMorning beautiful.â He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead.
âMorning Stevie.â
âHow are you feeling honey? Was last night okay?â
âLast night was amazing SteveâŠbut I have a question?â
He strokes your face gently
âWhat is it honey?â
âWhat does this mean for us? What are we?â
âWell I was hoping this means weâre together. You and me. And I was hoping I could take you out on a nice date. If you want to of course.â
âIâd love to go on a date with you Steve.â
You start to roll out of bed because itâs time for you and Steve to get to work but Steve grabs hold of you and pulls you back into him on the bed. Making you giggle.
âSteve we have to go to work!â
âCome on letâs just call out today. Spend the whole day together.â
âAnd leave Robin and Keith alone? Robin will kill us.â
âCan I convince you to be a little late then?â
âOh? And how would you do that?â
Steve starts leaving kisses along your shoulder and down your chest.
âIâve got a few ideasâŠâ
You and Steve arrive to work about an hour and a half late. You walk into family video hand in hand. Robin looks up from the counter.
âI was so going to give you shit for being late but Iâll let it slide this one time because you two are happy.â
You give Steve a kiss and leave family video and walk over to the arcade. Leaving Robin and Steve alone.
âSo you finally told her?â
âYes Robin I did.â
âWellâŠ.what happened? Give me every detail!â
âTrust me Robin you donât want every detail.â
âEw! Gross! Thatâs my friend youâre talking about!â
âYou asked!â
Robin and Steve share a laugh and Robin quickly realizes sheâs going to probably have to start covering for both you and Steve a lot now. And after you and Steveâs first official date you immediately prove Robin right by showing up 3 hours late for work the next day. Both of you practically covered head to toe in hickies.
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dream (a little dream of me)
Pairing:Â Aether x f!Reader
Rating: Explicit, 18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Tags:Â somnophilia (with consent), dry humping, Copia briefly cockblocking, plus size reader, quintessence magic
Words:Â 1,664
Summary:Â It's been a long, successful day for you. Perhaps a nighttime visit from a certain Quintessence ghoul will be the cherry on top.
a/n:Â Hooray for the first fun thing I've written in like a whole ass month jfc!! Once again, a concept that came to me in a dream. A Satanic portent if you will. I am the pythia of the Ghost ministry. All my cirrus x aether x reader lovers...i hope you enjoy that ending lmao
divider by @ghuleh-recs
You donât remember the last time you were this tired.
Youâre already stripping as you push the door to your quarters open, dropping garments on the floor. Making your way into the room, you groan as you remove your bra and fling it somewhere where you think it knocks something over but youâre too exhausted to care. Leaning against the wall you unlace your boots and shimmy out of your trousers and underwear until youâre standing in the middle of the room stark naked and staring lovingly at your bed. You know you should shower, should remove your makeup at the very least but the soft covers of your duvet and fluffy pillows call to you like a sirenâs song. Sathanas, what a day. You spent most of it cleaning the chapels and attending Papa Copia at mass, your most favorite task. Your devotion to the Olde One ran true, and attending services always moved you deeply whether you were participating or merely a devout spectator. Vaguely you recall something about Aether texting you earlier in the day, asking you to check in with him when you got back to your room so you fumble around in the pockets of your discarded pants for your phone.
Iâm here, very sleepy. Coming over?
You think of the towering form of the ghoul, the way his strong arms encircle you when you bury your face into his chest. The rumble of purrs that come out of him when you rub your hands along his broad back. The sounds you can tease out of him when heâs at his most vulnerable, large hands gripping at your hips and his wonderfully thick cock pulsing inside you. Your lips curl up in a soft grin as you await his response, a rush of warmth spreading from your belly to the apex of your thighs. Before it can truly grow into anything more, your brain reminds you how exhausted you are and you feel the edges of your vision start to blur with the need for sleep. You hesitate only a moment before typing out an additional text.
Gonna go to bed. If you want me you can have meâŠ
He responds right away and you nearly laugh at his eagerness.
On my way over right now
Walking over to your bed with a smile, you plug in your phone to the charger, fling back the covers and crawl in, sighing deeply when your head hits the pillows. The cool sheets and comforting weight of your blankets immediately sets you at ease and before you know it, your heavy eyelids shut and you drift off to sleep.
Twenty minutes have passed since you sent Aether the suggestive text and he is finally at your room after being waylaid by Copia in the hall who, in his peculiar way, began complimenting you and your devotion during the service that day. The conversation went on for far longer than Aether wanted, but finally Copia let him go with a wink and a little elbow-shove about how youâre probably waiting for him. Aether tried not to look too eager when he walked away from Papa, but Copia looked at his retreating back with a suggestive eyebrow waggle all the same. When he opens your door, heâs met with dim lighting and nearly trips on your discarded items of clothing strewn in a trail from the entryway. He smiles fondly when he spies you, bundled up in your blanket and softly snoring, and he immediately begins to strip. When heâs fully nude, he slips in beside you, groaning at the cocoon of warmth youâve created. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you flush against him, a purr rumbling in his chest when your naked flesh meets his. He gently leans in and nuzzles your hair: you smell like the incense Papa uses in his masses and the unique, sweet, intoxicating scent heâs come to know as you. Unconsciously, his hips shift forward and his half-hard cock brushes against the curve of your ass. Youâre so kind, so good to him, always giving and loving. He thinks about the text you sent earlier and a flood of warmth begins to rush through his veins.
If you want me you can have me
He canât lie, heâs often thought about having you like this. Fucking against you or into you as you sleep, watching you shift and moan even through the haze of slumber. Slowly, he slides one of his large hands up your side, squeezing the meat of your hip briefly before moving over your belly and up to your breasts. When he cups one, thumb brushing over the nipple, you make a small noise in your sleep and shift your hips backwards against him, causing him to groan. He lowers his lips to your shoulder and begins mouthing at the warm skin there, tongue tracing up the curve of your neck as he gently pinches your now hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His cock, now profusely leaking precum onto your skin, ruts against you slowly, every roll of his hips in sync with the movement of his mouth on your flesh. He pulls you closer, if thatâs even possible, and with steady, firm movements begins to fuck himself against you. His breath stirs the hairs strewn around the side of your face and his hand abandons your breast to grip at your hip.
âSo good for me, even in sleep,â he growls lowly, face buried in your neck. âSo fucking soft.â
Youâre providing so much pleasure for him, he thinks, but receiving none in return. That simply wonât do. With his hand wrapping around your body to cup the curve of your belly he concentrates his quintessence on your sweet cunt, making you feel the presence of his cock within you even as he ruts against you. Heâs sure heâs woken you from your slumber when you let out a long, low moan but your eyes remain shut even as your breathing becomes unsteady. With every thrust, every drag of his cock along your skin he imagines being inside you, stretching you just how you like, the way you clench so tightly around him. He visualizes hitting that glorious sweet spot within you and when he slides his hand down to the juncture of your thighs, he moans loudly when he finds you sopping wet. Even as his phantom cock thrusts inside of you, he toys with your swollen clit, making you whimper and your eyes dart around behind your eyelids. Your breathing comes out in soft pants punctuated with beautiful little mewls as he presses his forehead to the back of your head, concentrating on your softness as his hips begin to jerk forward with more fervor.Â
âFuck, my love,â he groans, fingers sliding through your slick to rub at you, âfuck, youâre perfect. So perfect just - ah! - just for me. My sweet girl.â
He imagines how you must feel, mind drifting through subconscious thoughts even as youâre filled with the stretch of him. He wonders what you dream of, if itâs of him. His thrusts become shorter and faster as you tip your head back against him, mouth hanging open. With a gasp, you moan one word with your back arching, hips bucking into his touch.
âAether!â
Itâs all he needs to drive him over the edge and suddenly heâs coming, hard, all over your ass and lower back. He barely notices that youâre stirring, cheeks flushed and eyes blearily looking at your surroundings as he fucks himself into overstimulation against you. He only stops when your hand shifts behind you and grabs at his hips, stilling him. Sweat slides down his forehead as his seed cools on your skin and you hold him flush against you.
âIâm sorry,â he pants quietly, hoarsely, âIâm sorry I woke you.â
âMmmm donât be,â you say sleepily, pushing your own hips back to brush against his softening cock. âThat was gorgeous.â
He smiles against your hair and tells you not to move as he gets out of bed and heads to your small bathroom. After a moment he returns with a warm, damp washcloth and tends to the mess heâs left on your skin. Half of it has slid off you and onto the sheets - a problem for tomorrow.
âThank you,â you murmur as he discards the cloth in your hamper. Reaching out, you make a needy grabby hand gesture, beckoning him back to bed. When he slides back in alongside you, you roll over to face him.
âHowâd you do that?â you say with a yawn, sleep clearly falling upon you once more.
âHmm?â
âHow were you inside me whileâŠnot being inside me? That wasâŠwow.â
âAh,â he says, leaning forward to kiss your forehead, âquintessence magic.â
You waggle your eyebrows suggestively and reach up to stroke the base of his horn while his tail pulls you closer under the covers until youâre nestled against his chest.
âFelt amazing,â you whisper, fingers carding through his chest hair, âlike being fucked on a cloud. You were so close but still far away. Weird feeling.â
âBut you liked it?â Aether asks, looking down on you with his brow furrowed.
âMmm fuck yes.â
âYouâre not upset with me?â
âLove, the only thing Iâm upset about is you not using that magic earlier. You were holding out on me.â
Your eyes are shut but your lips are curled into a mischievous smile and he strokes your hair.
âIâve got all kinds of tricks up my sleeve. Maybe Cirrus and I will show youâŠâ
You make one last noise - a mix of intrigue and contentment - before sleep overtakes you once more. Aether holds you close, the spade of his tail drifting up and down your leg under the covers.
Before his own eyes slide shut, he reminds himself to thank Papa for including you in his mass today. Maybe he could tire you out more often.
#aether ghoul#aether ghoul x reader#aether ghoul x female reader#the band ghost#the band ghost fic#rachel writes
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Swiss x Chubby Reader
Summery: (Y/N) is the new multi-ghoul added to the band by papa in order to help cover all the spots he thinks is needed and increase quality of the sounds. Two things to know about (Y/N) is that, while they arenât ashamed of their body, they are the heaviest of the band ghouls. You heard me correctly, they have more ass than our dear Aether. The second is that (Y/N) and Swiss hold a small rivalry as they are both Multis, while normally just playful jests or challenges to guitar or singing battles, one day Swiss just so happen to have had a very shitty day and of course Sodo is Sodo and has to be a pain in the ass. This leads to unfortunate events happening but Swiss kisses it better ;)
(Y/N) is the newest ghoul summoned by papa to help out the band and just so happens to be another Multi-Ghoul, but even though they are new they have caught onto the skills of the others quite quickly. They were tasked to be a second bassist or acoustic for some songs, percussion and backup vocals for others, jumping on the piano and synths with Cumulus and Cirrus for Mummy Dust, and even joining Papa Nihil for what is now a sax duet in Miasima (Idea surprising brought up by the eldest Papa when he discovered the curvy Ghoul had taken an interest in the saxophone); all of these skills have led to Dew joking that their here to take Swissâ place causing a small rivalry between the two Multis, mostly led by the smiling ghoul. Though mostly playful bouts, such as Swiss challenging (Y/N) to prove who can hold out the climax of Mary on a Cross the longest ((Y/N) kicked his ass due their breath holding practise for sax playing), imitating Dew and Aethers guitar battle but actually trying to play better than the other while hurling picks at each other (Swiss actually won this one because (Y/N) threw a pick that missed and instead nailed Mountain in the face, causing the Earth Ghoul to leap from behind his drum kit and chase down the laughing ghoul and hold them upside down by their ankles until they apologized), once Swiss even tried to play their sax to show that heâd be better for the duet but instead just let out loud honks that brought Seestor sprinting in the practise room asking who let Nihil out of his office. Now, while this ârivalryâ between the Multis have brought them closer as friends, it has also led to both growing feelings for the other.
Now today, Swiss has had a terrible day. He woke up late for his chores, immediately tripping and stubbing the shit out of his toe on his desk when he scrambled out of bed to try and rush to get ready, had run out of toothpaste so he had to make due with just mouthwash, turned out his uniform was slightly stinky and wrinkled due to him just tossing it on the floor and not hanging it but he didnât have a spare due to him procrastinating on laundry for the last two weeks, and when he finally managed to get out of the ghoul dorms with no other injuries or mishaps, he just so happened to run into the pair of Sisters that have been pestering him for the last month to âcome visit them in their dormâ even after he had tried to politely hint he wasnât interested in them. But the Sisters either didnât get the message or believed they could get him to change his mind. They had immediately latched onto his arms, whining that they had gotten lost and if he could help them find Secondos office, batting their lashes at him and pout thiers thin lips to their and entice him. He was forced to help them due to the fact they wouldnât let go of him until he practically dragged them to Secondos, where he was finally released and promised that âtheyâll find and give their thanks laterâ, the wink the taller one gave sent a disgusted shiver up his spine as he was finally able to begin his chores, which was only one due to there being a band practise today. What is his one chore you ask? Nothing too hard, just having take his turn in deep cleaning all of Copias rat cages, giving them fresh water and food, and then bathing every single of his 42 rats. Itâs not the worst chore the ghoul could have been assigned, he could have been like Dew and have to do the kitchens inventory which always left the poor Fire Ghoul with a terrible headache and incredibly grumpy due to his ADHD and Dyslexia. But Swiss hated it because while Copia is an amazing rat dad and didnât let the cages get too dirty, deep cleaning it is a whole other story when you realize there are 4 cages, all of which have at least 4-7 levels filled with hay, toys, rat droppings, food bits, nesting material, and all the other things needed to keep the rats happy. Then he had to bathe the rats, of the 42, only about 18 like to be bathed; every other one will squirm, bite, screech, and fight him as he tried to scrub them clean while hunched over copias tub. He always leaves wet, smelly, and with a headache that matches Dews. Normally he wears old clothes and brings his uniform to change into when he had band practise after he finishes, he also normally finishes with enough time to lie down on the couch in Copias room and rest his eyes or scroll on his phone for at least an hour before practise.Â
But today, Satan decided to punish him for whatever reason and he had forgotten in his rush to grab his rat day clothes and because he both woke up late and was even further delayed by the Sisters. He is finishing his last rat around 10 minutes before he needs to be set up and ready to go in the practise room for tonights 4 hour practise. He dries the final rat and places them with their siblings in one of the cages, he grabs his uniform shirt from the back of the couch from he had left it in order to try and not get it as smelly as the rest of him but with a groan he realizes that he is still damp and smells like dirty rat water, so despite his efforts he is still going to smell. He looks around the room and spots copias cologne and body sprays, he quickly runs and sprites a little bit of what looks to be the cheapest one and begins his journey to the band room. Making it ith 2 minutes to spare, he sits on his stage and leans his head against his guitar so he could have a few moments to shut his eyes as the others, minus Dew who is mimicking Swiss, mill about. âYou look like shit, are you feeling okay?â, a soft voice that reveals itself to be (Y/N) as he opens his eyes and fixes them with a playful glare. âBad day, on top of that, it was rat day.â, he states simply before closing his eyes and leaning back down against his guitar. He hears (Y/N) move before he feels a hand hesitantly be placed on his head, he is curious to what the younger ghouls motives are so he keeps his head down, a second hand joins the first and they begin to soft scratch his scalp then massage his temples and neck, working the headache and aches from the taller Multis head and a soft purr to erupt from his chest as he leans into the touch. âFucking hell that feels better than any orgasm Iâve ever experienced,â Swiss jokes as (Y/N) chuckles and continues their motions, âI know rat day is a pain in the ass, I did this for Aether after his turn last month and he just about melted into my bed, so I figured it might help you too.â (Y/N) informs him as Papa claps his hands and announces that it is time to begin, âFeel from to come by my room after practise if you still feel bad and I can continue this okayâ, they offer as they jump off his stage to ask papa where they need to begin since they bounced all around the stage depending on the song. The taller Multi stares after the curvier as he flushes lightly at the lingering feeling of their hands, they were plump with calloused fingers but not unpleasently so. He shakes the thoughts of them moving much further south than just his neck as he stood, waiting for Papa to announce the first song.
Timeskip to After Practice
The four hours passed surprisingly fast, the band went through the set list a few times with small 15 minute breaks inbetween every couple of songs before Papa decided to let them have a little bit of fun and asked each of the ghouls, one at a time, what song they would like to play. Some were obvious picks, Sodo began Year Zero almost immeditaly after Papa said his name, Rain wanted Con Clavi Con Dio, Cirrus asked for Mummy Dust, and some were a surprising, Aether suggested Faith, Cumulus picked Per Aspera Ad Inferi, Mountain requested Kiss the Go-Goat, and Swiss asking for Mary on a Cross. The Multi had absolutely nailed the vocals, outlasting (Y/N) for the first time, and this had made him smirk at his ârivalâ, âThink you can beat that?â No one was truly expecting their newest member to ask for Miasima as their revenge piece, but no one could blame them because they had noticed how much they loved switching out their silver and black bass for the silver tenor sax with golden buttons that Nihil had gotten made for the curvy ghoul, though at times it could be quite humorous to see the smaller multi dancing around with a sax nearly the size of themselves. They did start out on their bass but during the time that Nihil was wheeled out is their time to quickly run backstage, switch out the bass for the sax, make sure it is in tune, and run back on stage just in time to join in; though with it being a practice, they were on their own for the entire thing which they had absolutely no problem doing, just having to switch out a little faster, which having the sax next to them on the stage vs backstage helped, but they also couldnât tune in the middle of the others playing. Swiss had absolutely nailed the vocals, outlasting (Y/N) for the first time, and this had made him smirk at his ârivalâ, âThink you can beat that?â It started off normal, the guitarists having fun with each other but (Y/N) soon backed off from where Dew and Aether were playfully circling them, before towards their sax as the time to switch intruments came closer. They set their bass in the stage that was next to their sax before quickly picking up the tenor sax and throwing the neck strap over their head; but before they head back up towards the front of the stage, they looked up at Swiss and noticed that he was also looking at them, this is when (Y/N) decided this is a chance to mess with the leaner ghoul. (Y/N) lets their tongue trail up the neck of the sax and over the mouthpiece in a obviously over exaggerated way of rewetting their reed before winking at Swiss and turning towards the front of the stage with a whip of their tail, swaying their hips much more than necessary. This both shocked and turned on the now blushing Multi as his eyes cannot leave the wide hips swaying away from his stage, the angle accentuating the curve and size of their ass in their mandatory uniform pants as their tail flicked up flirty in small flips that drew more attention to their backside. This teasing motion also caught the attention of a certain perpetually horny Fire ghoul and bulky Quintessence ghoul who both couldnât look away from the sexy ghoul who had just started the intro of Nihils solo. tThe pair quickly walk over to them, Sodo from the front and Aether from the back, (Y/N) smirks around their mouthpiece as they play into their game of backing up towards one before leaning and walking forward the other, keeping their eyes on Swiss as they did so. Their fellow Multis hungry gaze had not left their form from what they noticed, sending another wink towards him as they turn towards the front, finishing the solo with the longer than needed last note. They let the finally note and sax drop with a exagerated bow, but before they could fully stand up, their being hugged by Aether and Sodo.Â
The pair were hyping up and teasingly requesting that the curvy Multi to join them in the Fire gremlins room for some fun later that night, Dew whispering in their ear how turned on he was by their movement with a not so subtle grind into their hip/ass as Aether nipped their neck, purring out his praise for them. This type of attention is unfamiliar to (Y/N) but still brings a bright blush to their cheeks and neck whenever their given it as they arenât entirely used to it, laughing, âI may take you guys up on that, but I also promised Swiss Iâd help him out if he still had a headache and felt bad since today was his turn for rat day,â (Y/N) says, âSo if he doesnât need me, Iâll come by a little later.â, they promise with a stroke to Dews hair and Aethers cheek which draws a growl from the gremlin, âHe was singing, dancing, and playing with no issues, so I doubt he still feels bad. Come onnn, you know weâre much better company than his sorry ass. What do you two even do when you hang out, all I ever hear from your room when heâs in there is the TV or music playing?â, Dew whines, feeling incredibly tuned on and impatient, he may or may not have a slight crush on (Y/N) too. He had at been an ass to them when they were freshly summoned but quickly realized the quick tongue and talent that (Y/N) had, along with them being hot as fuck, who couldnât resist. âJust because Iâm able to sing and play my instrument, doesnât mean my headache is gone dumbass. I wasnât âdancing aroundâ either, you didnât look at me at all this practise cause you were busy eyefucking (Y/N)!â, the said ghoul growled out having come up behind them to give (Y/N) their congraduations since they had clearly won this last âcompetitionâ and to ask if their offer was still up, when he had heard Dewâs proposition, with flared up a feeling of jealously within the lean Multi. He knew that (Y/N) had spent time with the pair of ghouls and even with Rain and the Ghoulettes once or twice, but he still didnât like hearing it. âGuys calm down, if (Y/N) wants to help Swiss out with his headache and shit let them, we both know you always want to be coddled and babied after your turn for rat day Sodo, so shut it. They said theyâll maybe come by later, lets go.â Aether had broken from the hug when he noticed Swiss approaching, knowing Dew was probably going to try to piss him off so he could have his way, âWeâll see you later doll, hope you come by and visit~,â he adds with a wink as he drags the protesting Fire ghoul out of the room, leaving the pair of Multis alone. âYou donât have to help if you wanna go hang out with them..my headache is mostly gone and my neck feels better,â Swiss offers, rubbing the back of his neck with a slight wince which makes (Y/N) roll their eyes, âItâs obvious itâs not fully gone Swiss, I offered to help so Iâm going too, those two will and usually fuck without me there so itâs nothing,â they giggle as they rock back and forth on their heels, âI still gotta put up my bass and my sax, if you wanna get a head start, Iâll meet you in my room?â, they suggest as they turn to complete the said tasks, âNah, I gotta put up my guitar and stuff too, might as well walk together.â, Swiss says as he does so too. Within 5 minutes, both have finished and are getting ready to leave the band room, turning off the lights as they were the last ones out.
The pair of Multis were walking down the hallway towards the ghoul den, making small talk to fill the silence of the old chapel surrounding them when an high-pitched squeal suddenly interrupted the pairs talking, Swiss groans and tries to drag (Y/N) towards the ghoul den but realizes itâs too late when he hears the Sisters call him name, âSwissy! We knew youâd come by, we were just thinking you abandoned us again!â, the taller Sister called out to him, her black hair shining in the candlelight that illuminated her lingerie covered body from behind through the door of her dorm. Her slim figured was outfitted in a sheer pink babydoll with some kind of strappy bra and pantie set underneath, the raven headed girl was leaning against the threshold in a sexy-esc pose as her roommate came up behind her in similar lingerie. The smaller, big breasted brunette pouts as she steps out of the room, crossing her arms as she calls, âYeah, we knew you guys got out of practise around this time, but we hadnât heard from you so we were about to just, get undressed and go to bed~,â she takes a step closer to the pair, (Y/N) was trying to hide their insecurity when compared to the sexy pair of Sisters in front of them as they hide behind Swiss as much as they could, not noticing Swiss trying to subtly hint that he wants to leave. The smaller brunette grabbed Swissâ hand when she came within reach and tried to pull him towards the dorm room, âSo why donât you ditch the cow and come have some fun with us baby.â, she looks (Y/N) up and down before batting her eyelashes up at the tall ghoul. âI..Iâm sorry, I did..I didnât know he had plans with you two, he..he had asked me to help wit-â, (Y/N) tried to explain themselves but was cut off by a scoff from the taller, âYeah, yeah Iâm sure you asked him to hang out with your pathetic fat self to make yourself feel better, do you think he actually likes you, you think any of the ghouls like you? Iâve seen you around, your fat, annoying, and a show off; all you do is show off and put Swiss down in practice and at rituals, just because you play more instruments doesnât mean your better honey. The others only put up with you because summoning Multis is as rare as ones like Aether, Iâm sure Copia makes them hang out with you because he insisted that no one feels left out.âÂ
(Y/N) had tears spilling down their cheeks as they pull away from Swiss and takes off down the hall towards the ghoul dorms, the Sister holding Swissâ hand tries to pull him again while giggling after what had just happened with (Y/N), but the Multi stood staring after the shorter ghoul. âCome on Swiss, lets a-â, âShut the fuck up and get the hell off me!â, he snatches his arm away from the Sister and steps back, staring at them in disgust. âI donât want either of you to ever fucking touch me, I donât like either of you, you both fucking disgust me. I tried to be nice, but when you disrespect the one I care about you donât deserve niceties anymore,â he spits at them, âYou donât mean you actually like that pig?â, the black haired Sister questions from the door, her arms crossed over her chest, âYes, I fucking love them if youâd care to know, they are the sweetest, most caring, funniest, and talented person in the entire fucking abbey. If you canât see that pass the fact their a little bigger than you, then fuck off and suck Nihils cock. Stay the fuck away from the ghouls, Papa will be hearing about this you cunts.â, he finishes and runs off after (Y/N), trying to figure out where they could possibly be.
In the Ghoul Dorms
The little Multi was in their room, buried under their blankets and sobbing their heart out, âTheyâre right, I do show off a lotâŠI just want to always do my best but I didnât realize that annoyed othersâŠI donât think Iâm better than anyoneâŠI thought me and Swiss were just having funâŠI donât mean to be annoyingâŠâ, (Y/N) sobbed, hugging onto the small stuffie that Aether had given to them soon after their summoning and one of Swissâ shirts that he had left after a sleepover, the scents of the ghoul had always brought them comfort even before they had realized their feelings for the other Multi, âThe others donât hate me do theyâŠDew is an ass but he wouldnât use me..Aether either..right?â, their sobs are cut off by a soft knock at their door, â(Y/N) are you okay?â, it was Aether, he had heard their cries as he was walking back to Dewâs from the bathroom, âYe..yeah, Iâm fine. Jus..Just saw a sad video about a cat..â, they slap themselves mentally at the pathetic answer, âIâm coming in okay, maybe you can show me this video huh.â, the Quintessential ghoul obviously didnât believe their answer and makes his way to where the curvy ghoul was hiding under the blankets. Aether sits next to them, gently running his hand up their side to the top of the blanket before gently flipping it down, revealing the soft Mutli curled in on themselves with the small panda plushie and what he guessed was Swissâ shirt from the scent. âOh lovey, what happened, I know you enough that a sad video no matter what animal wouldnât cause this,â he says softly as he gatherers them up into his lap, cradling them against his bare chest and rocking them, he had taken off his shirt when making out with Dew earlier and they had been planning on going further when Aether returned from the bathroom. âNoth..nothing serious,â, (Y/N) hiccups while tring to deny it as to not get Swiss in trouble, â(Y/N), please tell me, you havenât cried like this since Sister screamed at you when you had accidently broken a vase in her office. I understand you might not wanna tell me, but it might make you feel better?â,Â
Aether continues rocking, gently shushing their sobs, âMe and Swiss were walking back from the band room when these two SistersâŠI guess they heard us talking and came out talking about how Swiss was supposed to come see them..I guess for sexâŠI tried to apologize because I didnât know he already had plans..but the taller girl..â, the Multi let out another sob at the memory of what she said, âWhat did she say lovey?â, Aether pressed gently, he knows the girls (Y/N) is talking about, Swiss has been complaining about them for the last couple weeks. (Y/N) takes a shuddering breath as they continue,âShe said..Iâm fat and annoying and a show-offâŠThat Swiss and the rest of you guys only stay around me because Copia makes you..Iâm sor-â, (Y/N) is cut off by Aether gently cupping thier face and making them look at him, âOh sweetness, Iâm gonna stop you right there. Nothing those sluts said is true, Swiss has been complaining about them for weeks and I canât imagine what made them believe that saying that to you would make Swiss want them. You are far from any of those things they said. You are not annoying, we all love being around you. You are also not a show-off, you show the talent that you hold and just becayse you happen to have a lot of that, doesnât mean that your a show-off. I also canât believe they called you fat like its a bad thing, it means you so much softer and better to cuddle!â, he annunciation this by squeezing (Y/N) tightly, nuzzling his face into their neck, âNot to mention , I at least think so, having some meat to grab on while Iâm pounding you into the bed is feels much better than some itty bitty girl with sticks for legs. Weâre not gonna mention that to Dew though.â (Y/N) giggles as they flush at the Quintessence Ghoulâs words, âOf course not, heâd try to fight me to prove whose better!â, âIs that such a bad thing? You sure didnât complain when he did it the first time~â, Aether purrs into their ear, their giggles filling the room when theres a loud, frantic knock at the door.
It reveals both Dew and Swiss. âThere you are Aeth, the fuck you doi..(Y/N) were you crying?â, Sodo asks when he notices the lingering scent of sadness in the room and the tear tracks on thier cheeks. âYe..yeah but Aether helped me, it wasnât really anything important.â, they try to not get Dew angered at the girls knowing that heâd definitely go and hurt them, they notice Swiss looking at the ground in shame. âIt wasnât unimportant Dew, Iâll tell you in a minute. These two need to talk.â, Aether stands after gently moving (Y/N) off his lap and stands, softly kissing their forehead, before turning and ushers the questioning fire ghoul from their room, closing the door with a click and leaving the two Multis in silence. âIâm so..â, âThey we..â, both ghouls try to speak at the same time causing the both of the two to laugh, âYou first Swiss, I can tell you wanna explain what happened,â (Y/N) insists seeing the tall male in front of them practically vibrating to say his side of the story, âI am so so sorry (Y/N), they were way out of line. I have been trying to get them off my tail for the last fucking month. They didnât ever seem to get the hint that I wasnât interested even after I had explicitly said no thank you a thousand times. Everything that stupid cunt said is wrong, you are the sweetest, most loving person I have ever met. I love our dumb little rivalry, I love watching you try to one up me each time with any possible instrument because itâs an excuse to watch you do something you love. Iâm sorry I didnât stop them when they were saying all that dumb stuff, I was just so filled with rage with every word that left their blabbering mouths I was frozen, that isnât an excuse ut I just hope you can forgive me.â Swiss is sitting on the end of the bed, holding onto (Y/N)âs hands as he spilled his heart out to the softly smiling ghoul. âOh Swiss, of course I believe you. Aether told me about those two but I didnât know in the moment. I thought they were some of your cult members, and I didnât know what to say. It hurt a lot, what they said, but Aether set me straight and I know you wouldâve too if you had found me first. Can we just hug and forget about those dumb sluts?â, (Y/N) laughs holding out their arms in an offering that Swiss just about launches himself into, burying his face into their chest. âFuck yeah, just trust me when I say I set the picture very straight when I told them I loved you and..fuck! I shouldnât have said that, Iâm going to shut my mouth now.â Both ghouls are now sitting bright red, Swiss keeping his face hidden in their chest as they let their mouth fall open in shock.
âDo..Do you really mean that..?â (Y/N) askes, âthat you lo..love me?â, they look down at the flustered ghoul as he sits up, âYeah..I shouldnât have said that..that isnât how I planned on telling you, it was suppos-â, his silver eyes shoot open as the soft hands of the other grab his face and pull him into a kiss. His eyes slide closed after a moment, his arms wrapping tightly around their waist as the kiss turns messy. Swiss allows his tongue to brush against their, soft lips falling open as tongues fight for dominance. The larger moans at the taste of the smaller, leaning onto them till they lay on their back and Swiss hovers above them, not breaking the kiss as they explore the others body. The two Multis continue to kiss till a knock at the door, interrupt the moment, Swiss groans as he tries to make (Y/N) ignore and continue their makeout, but the curvy ghoul giggles at him, knowing its exactly who it is. âCome in guys, itâs fine!â, Aether and Dew open the door and make their way inside, spotting the pair curled around each other on the bed. Swissâ face pressed into (Y/N)âs hair with a smile on his face, âI can see that you guys talked it out, any new relationships we should know about,â Dew teases as he lays out on (Y/N)âs lap, Aether sitting on the other side of Swiss, âWell we didnât exactly have time to get to that part yet, but Iâd like to think so, donât you my darling?â Swiss teases the blushing ghoul that was laying against his chest, âIâd agree my love.â, they end their statement with a wet kiss to their new partners cheek that he jokingly groans at, âBy the way, I didnâ get to thank you for earlier Aeth, I donât know how I wouldâve been if I had been alone for much longer.â (Y/N) presses second kiss to Aethers forehead as it was all they could reach with Swissâ grip on their waist. âSince weâre giving kisses, whereâs mine!â, the ever jealous gremlin demands in their lap, which they plant on his forehead as the Multi ghoul lights up a loud purr in their chest. Happy to have their friends and a new partner next to them after a quite eventful day. âHey I think I feel another headache coming on, we should kick out these idiots and you can show me how you were going to help me earlier~â, Swiss purrs into their ear, âOh no, maybe Aether and Dew here can help you feel better Swissy, we both know how much you love Aetherâs Quintessece is used on you and we have our own heat pad right here?â, they suggest with a sly glance at the bigger ghoul to Swissâ left, âOh I think thatâs genius, you two up for it?â, the two other ghouls look at each other then back at the pair, saying nothing as they growl playfully and pounce on the new couple. Letïżœïżœs just say we had several sated and happy ghouls, with no aches and pains in sight excluding maybe Dew and (Y/N) the next morning~
#swiss ghoul x reader#swiss ghoul x chubby reader#aether ghoul#dewdrop#ghost band x reader#ghost band#nameless ghoul x reader#nameless ghouls x chubby reader#plus sized reader
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Gauloiseblue's Bookmarks
A/N: Since there's no bookmark system like they had in AO3, I decide to make one on this site. Will update the list from time to time.
COD
Price
[The True Me] by @i-am-hungry-24-7 Useless by @syoddeye Lazy Saturday Mornings by @clementine-thedestroyer Price and Beauty Mark by @ohmygraves Growing older with john price. by @obsessivelullabies Growing older with john price; smut. by @obsessivelullabies Ex-husband price, but the âexâ lays on significantly blurred lines now. by @captainfern Ex Husband!Price by @moongreenlight (A/N: you have NO idea what this fic had done to me) The boys all collectively realize that you are the captainâs favourite by @dante-mightdie weird HC by @theycalledhimastar
Gaz
lavender skies by @yeyinde (A/N: Gaz girlie, please read this I'm begging-) I may love Kyle, but I can totally admit when he acts like a total weirdo (he doesnât, heâs perfect). by @theycalledhimastar
König
Ex-Lover Konig with runaway reader by @diejager Dog Hybrid König by @comfortless Hades!Konig and Persephone!reader by @comfortless Aroura Borealis by @clementine-thedestroyer Underground Fighter!König X Rich!Reader by @melancholic-thing
Soap
Rugby player soap fucks you after a win by @vanderilnde Pushy ass cbf!johnny and benefit pay by @shotmrmiller Valentine Days with Soap by @killerpancakeburger cbf!johnny as the dog he is by @ghouljams
Ghost
soulmate au with ghost but it's the fucking opposite of rainbows and sunshine by @bi-writes
Poly/HC
Fancy (Vampire! Poly! 141 x Plus size! Fem! Reader) by @swordsandholly 141 80âs Arcade AU by @clementine-thedestroyer TF141 and "can I try your drink?" By @syoddeye (A/N: don't @ me) 141 when they need attention by @void-my-warranty TF141 when you gave him hickey when you're drunk by @gloomwitchwrites
The Arcana
Asra's Love by @bahrtofane Teen Asra and puppy love headcanons by @smoke-and-silver Trip adventures with Asra by @smoke-and-silver Arcana and Weddings (fanarts) by @bastart13
Random/Miscellaneous
A/N: I put all of the Ghost Band stuff here bc I'm not officially into the fandom, but they're so irresistible to read hnggg
THEN // if (then) FINAL PART (Ghoap Comic) Roach's puppy eyes Korangi pt. 1 Korangi pt .2 Korangi (sus) pt. 3 Korangi (even more sus) pt. 4 Ghoap food pt. 1 đđ Self-care (Ghoap short comic) Capt Price having a cheeky wank (audio) Barry Sloane thirst trap (maybe) Bare chested Barry- Barry ugly ass poems (i'm horny) Barry Sloane seducing clip ASMR Barry talking ASMR Barry (Price) pt. 2 The band Ghost wildin' Ghost band shenanigan: part 1 The Ghouls + Rut Season (HC) Swiss meets red velvet âyouâve got to press it on you.â (Ghost Band HC) Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons Swiss relationship and NSFW headcanons .... yeah I'm normal I swear St. Vincent *heart eyes* Miyazaki's Retirement Declarations (chronologically) Hayao Miyazaki's "Inspirational" Quotes The Hand
Web Weave | Poetry
not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe] - Lyudmilla Ignatenko, the wife of deceased firefighter Vasily Ignatenko, Voices from Chernobyl, by Svetlana Alexeivich (transl. Keith Gessen) Robin Wood, âPsychoanalysis of Psychoâ | Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook and "The Lady of the House of Love" by Angela Carter This Is Me (Stoker 2013) Rice Paddies Home (What Is Home?) Whenever I see you, I remember AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK? // DEVOTION THAT EATS YOU ALIVE
#bookmark#call of duty#the arcana#tell me if any of the link doesn't work#i'll try to fix it#i might add my fave web weaves later on. idk
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Intro Post
hello! i'm amy. i write fic and meta about Homelander. sometimes i make gifs and take requests fic requests are currently closed đ€ while i welcome everyone and love answering asks, there are a handful of topics that come up that i'm not interested or comfortable in engaging with, including: chatbot/AI, stormfront, butchlander, marvel crossovers, age regression/play, eating disorders.
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several of the tags below only have one or two posts, but i'm interested in writing more/expanding on those posts & this is my way of keeping track of them.
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Fanfiction Directory
Eat Your Ego, Honey ( x original character ) ( AO3 ) Bit By Bit We Fall In Love (AO3 ficlet/drabble compilation) Monsterlander Mania ( monster!HL x reader ) You Get Me Closer to God ( AO3 ) Angel Homelander Trick & Treat ( AO3 ) Headless Homelander Ruiner ( AO3 ) ( male reader version ) Incubus Homelander The Cuckoo's Nest ( AO3 ) Siren Homelander The Drug In Me is You ( AO3 ) Vampire Homelander All That Glitters ( AO3 ) Dragon Homelander
Don't Fret Precious (I'm Here) ( AO3 ) ( x morally grey reader )
Guilty Pleasures ( AO3 ) ( x plus size!reader )
Center Stage in a Gilded Cage | CH2 | CH3 | CH4 | CH5 | CH6 | CH7 ( AO3 )
Hide and Seek ( AO3 ) ( x reader )
The Athenaeum Portrait ( AO3 ) ( x reader )
Say It ( AO3 ) (x reader)
The Breakup | You Let Me Complicate You ( AO3 ) ( x reader, dark fic )
A Prayer In Perfect Piety ( AO3 ) ( x plus size!reader )
How It Feels To Chew 5 Gum ( AO3 ) ( x reader )
The Dark of Sleep ( AO3 ) ( x reader, lactation )
Hunger ( AO3 ) ( x reader )
Devotion ( AO3 ) ( x reader )
The Horror Was For Love ( AO3 ) ( x reader )
The Fall ( AO3 ) (temporarily depowered HL x reader )
A Troublesome Transition ( AO3 ) ( x reader )
Customer Service | Resignation ( x reader ) First Time's the Charm ( x virgin reader ) Truly, Madly, Deeply ( AO3 ) ( x reader ) Domestic Bliss ( sequel to ^ )
To Love is to Devour ( x reader, cannibalism ) All of a Sudden, There You Are ( AO3 ) ( x reader ) Make This Heart a Home ( AO3 ) ( x reader ) White Noise ( AO3 ) ( x reader ) How Easy You Are To Need ( AO3 ) ( x reader ) Complete Me ( Sublander, bottomlander ) (x reader) Overwhelm Me ( Sublander ) ( x reader ) Internal Affairs ( Sublander x Madelyn Stillwell )
Pocket Rocket ( micro!Homelander x Madelyn Stillwell)
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