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A Christmas wish
Weeks after the death of Dean in that barn, y/n was nearing her first Christmas without her boyfriend, as she sat under the stars and saw a shooting star she prayed to Jack for one last day with Dean as she didn't get the chance to say a proper goodbye, but knowing Jack was hands off she didn't hold her breath. As she woke up on christmas morning a surprise was waiting for her in the bunker library...........
No warnings needed, a bit sad but I really needed to write this so I hope you like it đ„čđ little nervous about posting this, not gonna lie đ«Ł
Y/n's heart felt heavier with each passing day as Christmas approached. Days had turned into weeks since Dean's tragic death in the barn. The painful memories haunted her every waking moment, and the thought of celebrating Christmas without him was unbearable.
On Christmas Eve, y/n decided to spend the night under the stars with Miracle by her side, seeking solace in their twinkling beauty.
As she gazed up at the sky, a shooting star streaked across the darkness. In that moment, a surge of emotion welled up inside her, and she whispered a silent prayer to Jack, the all-powerful entity she had encountered on her adventures with Dean.
She prayed for just one more day with Dean, a chance to say a proper goodbye and find closure in their tumultuous journey. But y/n knew deep down that Jack was a hands-off observer, and the chances of her prayer being answered were slim.
The cold night air seemed to echo her silent pleas as she ad Miracle finally retreated inside the bunker, bracing herself for the emptiness of Christmas morning. When she woke up, something was different. Miracle seemed to sense the change too and ran off before y/n could stop him.
Y/n made her way to the bunker's library, her heart heavy with grief and longing. As she entered the room, a gasp escaped her lips. There, standing in the dim light of the Christmas tree, was Dean. He crouched down ruffling Miracles fur, he was excited to see him.
Tears blurred y/n's vision as she rushed forward, unsure if she was dreaming or if this was some cruel twist of fate. But as Dean turned to her with a smile that reached his eyes, she knew this was real. "how, I mean, are you really here?" y/n asked him, looking him up and down in disbelief". Dean reached out to her, his fingers brushing against her arm. She flinched at his touch, her eyes going wide as she realised he was really standing in front of her.
Dean pulled her in for a hug. His hand gently landing on the back of her head as she sobbed quietly against his chest. He cleared his throat as he began to talk to her. "it seems that your little wish you made, Jack heard." y/n's head snapped up and found those glistening green orbs staring back at her. "I thought............ I didn't think he........... I can't believe your here" she struggled to get the words to describe how she was dealing with this. Dean held her a little tighter as they embraced each other still standing by the tree.
For a moment time seemed to stand still. They were holding onto each other as if they would never let go. Dean's presence was warm and solid, his familiar scent filling the room and easing the ache in y/n's heart. Dean walked them over to the couch, holding her close to him. He wasn't going to waste a single second of his time with her. He knew he had to explain this was a one time deal, but for now he would just take in the moment and cuddle with his girl.
As they sat together by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, Dean recounted his journey after his death, the battles he had fought, and the sacrifices he had made. He spoke of his love for y/n, a love that transcended time and space, a love that had brought him back to her side on this special day. With Jack's help of course. Dean then told her that this wasn't permanent, but he would always be watching over her. Nothing really stays dead in the world of supernatural, even if he wasnt coming back for good this time, he would always look out for her.
And as they exchanged words of love and forgiveness, y/n realized that this unexpected gift was more than just a Christmas miracle. It was a chance to say goodbye, to find closure, and to cherish the memories they had shared. As the day turned to evening, y/n and Dean spent one last night together. They made love to each other, Dean not rushing a single moment of it. He wanted to make sure she knew how much he loved her, that she would always be his soul mate.
As the first light of dawn broke, Dean woke up with y/n still in his arms. He pushed the hair away from her face and placed a sweet kiss on her cheek. She stirred as he was standing at the edge of the bed looking down at her. Tears formed in her eyes as she knew this was her final goodbye. She knelt in front of him and kissed him one last time. As she pulled away their foreheads touching, Dean's form began to fade. His final words echoed in y/n's heart. "I'll always be with you," he whispered, his voice filled with love and warmth.
And as y/n watched him disappear into the light, she knew that Dean Winchester would forever be a part of her, guiding her through the darkness and lighting up her world with his love. And on that Christmas morning, y/n found peace in the knowledge that love never truly dies, it simply transforms into something eternal and divine.
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I know weâre all struggling with this endless hiatus and the lack of new content, so I thought it would be fun to resurrect the #chenfordchats that were circling around the fandom earlier this year. We previously did a question on favorite Tim Bradford quotes, so this time letâs do Lucy! What are your favorite 3-5 (or more if you want) Lucy Chen quotes from the entire series đ
oooooh~~ i love this question ⥠i feel like she has so many good ones!
some of my favorites that are the biggest mood:
"Wait, do I get a trophy? I love trophies"
"Can you believe the nerve of that guy, calling me dramatic?"
favorite funny ones:
"What would you like this "Go-fer" to go for first? A tainted coffee? A moldy donut?"
"Uh â It's not poverty. Aaron!"
"I have to look amazing in a dress tomorrow. Nobody cares what you look like. He's huge. I am not fighting him"
then specific chenford ones âĄ
"With all due respect, sir, you're a pain in my ass"
"I mean, itâs a better story for the grandkids"
"You're gonna make a really great dad one of these days"
#the rookie#lucy chen#answered#makeitastrength#the way i still need to go back and answer that one too đ«Ł
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kissing u for giving me this idea cause I love frat daddy as stepbro!rafe! what if reader is 18 but in her last year of high school (I know even with age of majority thatâs still kinda icky but itâs the only way this scenario would workđ«Ł) so when rafeâs away for his first year at college before the events of s1, she knows itâs wrong but sheâs always worried and jealous of what he could be doing there or what other girls he could be seeing, especially when she sees his and his frat brothersâ instagram pictures. he doesnât always get back to her texts or calls, and even though she has needs too, she feels guilty for hooking up with any of her friends or trying to date to distract herself. so when he comes home for the holidays, sheâs all mad at him and pushes him away and they get all angsty and he apologizes because you were always willing to wait for him and his approval and with him being as nasty as he is he has to remind you that you come first because âyouâre my sisterâđ« âš
â stepbro!rafe is away for his first year at college
warnings: stepcest, reader is 18 + rafe is 19, indent is a flashback, jealous!reader, mention of hooking up w jj, choking, hair pulling, spanking, mirror sex, degrading, praise, gagging, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, 18+ mdni !
a/n: i hope it's ok that i tweaked a few things such as rafe apologizing & reader graduated high school but doesnât go to college cause she isn't sure what she wants to do!
âgonna miss you,â you frown into your stepbrotherâs chest, hugging him tightly. he rested his chin on the top of your head, âiâll miss you too, but hey, iâll be home for the holidays, and iâm only a phone call away. you could call me or text me anytime, iâll make sure to get back to you when i can, alright?â.
when rafe left for college, he responded to you when he could, just like he said he would. talking to him nearly every day almost made it feel like he wasnât hours away from home. however, a month passed, and you started to hear less from him until your calls and texts were unanswered. at first, you assumed you werenât hearing from him because of how busy he may have been with classes, and it wasnât until you came across instagram posts from him and his fraternity brothers that he was too busy partying to get back to you.
it was his first year at college, and you knew you shouldnât be upset; you had no right to be. especially when it was the only time he had freedom away from home, specifically from ward. it didn't stop you from missing rafe; you couldnât help but think about what else he could be doing, and no matter how much you tried, knowing it was wrong, your mind started to wander over who he could be with.
when two more months had passed and still no communication from rafe, you sought out a distraction through jj maybank, who was unknowingly helping you take your mind off your stepbrother. the more time you had spent with jj, the less you thought about rafe and the promise of not running to anyone that wasn't him.
the promise you made was pushed into the back of your mind until one night, as you were about to sneak out of the house to see the blonde pogue, you received an incoming call from rafe. you could feel the guilt consuming you the longer you stared at his name, itching to answer. but your bitterness got the best of you, your finger tapping 'decline' before quietly leaving your house, not knowing rafe was calling to tell you he'd be home for the holiday.
a week later and yet another late night with jj, you tip-toed up the stairs, ensuring not to wake anyone up. just as you were about to reach your bedroom, you froze in your spot, looking like a deer in headlights, when the door to the room across from yours swung open. "sneaking back in?", his hand encircled your wrist, pulling you into his room and shutting the door behind you. ârafe, what are you doing here?â your brows furrow, more than confused as to why he was home.
âmissed you, princess," his hands slid up your waist, walking you back until your lower back pressed against his dresser, "if you had answered when i called, you wouldâve known i was coming home for the holidays.â.
your palms pressed at his firm chest, pushing him away when he started peppering kisses along your jaw. "what? what's wrong?" rafe asks, "donât tell me youâre upset cause i made you promise not to go to anyone else while i was away on campus.â.
âi can't be upset over that when iâve been seeing jj,â the words rolled off your tongue with ease, âi don't know why it matters anyway when you've been ignoring me for the past few months, probably too busy sleeping around with sorority girls every weekendâ.
rafeâs nostrils flared the second jj's name slipped from your mouth, âwhat did you just say?â he gritted his teeth, removing his hand from your waist to grab your throat. âwhat?â you bat your eyes innocently, âdon't act all innocent, you've been fucking around with maybank, huh?â.
"what happened to being my good girl? guess your poor, needy little pussy couldn't handle being empty for a few months, hm?" rafe snickered, "and now you wanna push me away all 'cause i've been too busy?".
your mouth gaped open to speak, only for him to cut you off, "is that why you're pushing me away, acting like you didn't miss me and your panties aren't soaking wet right now? ".
rafe spun you around to face the mirror of his dresser, bending you over. his large, warm hands slip under your skirt, pushing the article of clothing around your waist. his fingers hooked into the elastic of your panties, pulling them down to pool around your ankles. "step out of them," he ordered, delivering a sharp smack to the fat of your ass; when you didn't oblige, "don't make me tell you twice.".
rafe bent down, grabbing your panties before standing back up. his hand reached around, cupping your jaw, your lips parting when his fingers dug into your skin as he squeezed your cheeks. rafe shoved the silk material into your mouth and his lips brush against the shell of your ear, "you want an apology? fine, here's your apology.".
his free hand dipped between your legs, chuckling as he ran his fingers through your slick folds. âiâm sorry, princessâŠâ he cooed, extending his thumb to rub circles to your clit, pulling a soft moan from you.
a desperate whine bubbled in your throat at the loss of friction on your puffy clit, your heart racing in anticipation at the sound of fabric rustling behind you. rafe nudged your thighs further apart with his knee, slotting himself between your legs. his palm rested on the small of your back as you squirmed under him, feeling the thick head of his cock sliding up and down your folds.
he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back to make you look at him in the reflection, watching your eyes roll back as his thick cock stretches you deliciously, âsorry that my poor girl was so fuckinâ needy to the point she had to run to a pogue of all people.â.
âshitâŠmissed being buried deep in this sweet cunt,â rafe groaned, "guess i gotta ruin this tight little hole; make sure you don't go runnin' back to jj, huh?" he taunted, slowly pulling back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside you.
"don't worry, by the time i'm done with you, all that pretty little head and pussy is gonna think about is how much she missed and ached for my dick," rafe sucked his teeth, your body jolting forward, biting down on the pair of panties stuffed in your mouth as he slammed himself back into your willing cunt.
your hands grip the top of his dresser, eyes barely staying open. a loud, muffled yelp forces its way through the flimsy silk fabric stuffed in your mouth when rafe harshly tugged at the roots of your hair, "did i say you could close your eyes? keep 'em open, want you to watch me fuck you like the needy little cockwhore you are.".
rafe removed his hand from your hair, snaking it around your throat to hold your head upright. he buried his face into the crook of your neck, biting and sucking hard enough to leave bruises on your flesh. he leaned forward, putting all his weight onto you and pressing his chest to your back, "this s'all you wanted, yeah? just wanted to be stuffed full of my cock again?".
drool soaked through the silk as his cock pounded into you relentlessly. you grabbed onto his arm, struggling to keep your eyes open, and your nails bite into his skin as the tip of his cock repeatedly hits your cervix. rafeâs eyes flicker to look at the two of you in the mirror, âlook at how pretty you look takinâ my dick,â he praises.
âcame way too many fuckinâ times to the thought of youâŠbeen craving feeling your pussy around my cock again since the day i left,â rafe rasped. âespecially feeling you cum all over my cock,â he groaned as he felt your walls flutter around him.
âcâmon, princess, cream all over my cock and make a mess like you used to,â he nipped your ear, holding you steady as your legs trembled. your pussy convulses around him, his hand clamping around your mouth to further muffle your cry of pleasure as you cum all over his thick cock.
your orgasm triggers rafeâs, his hips slowly pumping into yours as they become sloppy. he gives you one more harsh thrust, his hips stilling, pushing his cock deep inside you, and letting out a moan as thick ropes of cum spill into you, painting your walls white.
rafe removes your panties from your mouth, your chest heaving, small pants filling the room. your breath hitches in your throat when his hips slowly rolled into yours, âhowâs that for an apology? or you still need some convincing?â.
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hiiii will you repost your old haechan frat boy fic đ«Ł
i'm not sure if this is the one you were talking about, but it's the only google doc i had of haechan in a college au.
all bark no bite | l.hc
⯠summary: Lee Haechan is the most annoying man youâve ever encountered. But that doesnât mean you donât find him hot; and maybe thatâs why he has you flat on his mattress one night at a random frat party.
⯠pairings: haechan x fem!reader
⯠genre: college!au, rivals, smut.
⯠words: 2.5k
⯠tags: 18+ minors dni!, smut, angst, hate sex, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up !), pet names, excessive use of the name âbabyâ and âprincessâ, begging, dirty talk, reader uses she/her pronouns, haechan is very cocky, haechan 1000% has a crush on the reader.
Lee Haechan is an asshole. A condescending, irritating asshole who knows exactly how to get on your fucking nerves andâ
âGod â fucking â dammitâ!â
â is currently the asshole pressing you against his mattress.
Truth be told, you donât even know how you got here. You remember being shoved in a closet with him for Seven Minutes in Heaven at some random frat party his friends were throwing, but you for sure as hell remember absolutely refusing to kiss him.
âWhy not?â Heâd sneered, folding his arms. âYou scared youâre gonna like it, Princess? Promise Iâll take real good care of youâ"
"Oh, please,â youâd scoffed right back. âLetâs not pretend you know your way around a girlâs body, Hyuck. I doubt you could even find my clitâ"
"I would obliterate your pussy if youâd let me, and you know it,â there was a glint in his eye as he looked you up and down, âAnd we both know youâd like it.â
You were so fired up that you hadnât even noticed how close youâd gotten to each other; you could feel his breath on your lips, his chest against yours. So irritated by his cockiness, you hardly even registered what you said next until it was too late:
âYouâre all bark no bite, Lee Haechan.â
For the last three years youâve been at college, you and Haechan had both been walking on eggshells around each other. Thereâd always been tangible tension ever since you had shut down one of his rants in class and essentially destroyed him â and from there itâd been a competition to one-up one another. You hated him, he hated you⊠but doesnât the line between hate and lust wear oh so thin when itâs someone as hot as him?
The answer is yes, evidently.
After the seven minutes weâre up, Haechan wastes no time dragging you out of the closet and to his bedroom, earning him a matter of gasps and âooohhhsâ from the rest of the players.
Next thing you know, youâre lying on your stomach, hands pinned at the small of your back as he thrusts into you so deeply you swear you can feel him in your stomach. His sheets rub against your clit with every body-wrecking slap of his hips against you, your throat hoarse from screaming. And for a moment youâre really, really, really fucking sorry for even doubting his abilities so much â because God can he fuck.
But youâd never tell him that, you donât need to. His ego is already massive, heâll live without validation from you â or so you think.
A hand crowds underneath you, before seizing your neck and pulling you up. The shortness of breath makes you pant, pulsing around him instinctively and you hear him laugh in your ear.
Fucking asshole.
And as if he hears you, his fingers find your mouth â and you gag, because his fingers are fucking thick and heâs shoving them down your throat. And the worst part is you love it, your mouth swallowing them the minute they push past your lips like it was just instinct.
"Oh, baby,â he laughs breathlessly, âNext time you do that, make sure itâs on my dick."
"You fucking wishââ you grunt, because heâs laying into you real deep now, slow, languid thrusts that have you refraining from shuddering all overâ âas if thereâs going to be a next time, you dick."
"Oh?â his hips still.
Then, almost thoughtfully, they begin again. Slow and teasing and not nearly enough to have you writhing in pleasure. His pace is tortuous, and if he didnât have your arms pinned behind you, youâd claw at his back to make him speed up.
âReally? You think one night of the best sex youâll ever have is enough?"
"Please, your dick game isnât that impressive,â you say flatly. âJust make me cum and get this over with.â
You feel the heat of his breath as he dips his head again, placing kisses on your jaw so gently that for a moment youâre taken aback. âDonât get impatient now, baby. I told you Iâd take care of you didnât I? JustâŠâ His hips still againâ âI think Iâd like you to ask for it.â
âAsk?â You scoff, incredulous.
He nibbles down on your ear, before brushing past it with his lips low enough to whisper, âYou're right. I meant beg.â
âWhat, you get off on girls begging for your permissionâ?"
Thereâs a rough snap of his hips into you and you have to bite hard down on your lip to stop yourself from whimpering.
"Not just any girls,â he mutters, so quiet that you almost donât hear. âOnly you.â
Youâre going to pretend that your heart doesnât flip when he says that, partially because of how sick it is that that gets you off, and instead focus on what the fuck is going on.
Did Lee Haechan just admit he wants you to beg for him? The same man whoâd made it his college mission to torment and tease you at every given opportunity wants you.
If you werenât lying on your stomach and taking every thick inch of him youâd be running in shock horror. But you find the idea isnât quite as horrifying as youâd imagined.
â⊠Maybe we can fit more than one round in tonight, but thatâs all I can offer you,â you say after a moment. You can feel him freeze up behind you. âIâm a busy girl with exams, Hyuck, I donât have time to be running around with strange menââ
âStrange men?â His laugh is really nice. Sweet and dorky â the opposite of the usual mischievous chuckling he did when he knew he had gotten under your skin â and you only manage a huff of your own laughter yourself before youâre caught off guard by his steadily increasing grinds. âAnd after those exams? Got any time for a strange man like me?"
ââŠIâd have to check my calendar.â
He hums, and you swear to God if he stops again youâll take back everything. "But for now⊠Whatâs your calendar open to, baby? Three? Four rounds?â
âBold of you to assume youâll get me to cum more than once,â you mumble, but youâre beginning to lose your breath as he picks up the pace once again. âIâll warn you, though â I get loud after two.â
You donât have to look back to know heâs sporting a smug as fuck grin. âYou better muffle yourself with a pillow then, because Iâm not stopping.â
âYouâre so fucking sexy when you do that.â
Okay, so maybe the whole âwaiting until after examsâ bit is getting to Haechan. He wouldnât wait until your calendar cleared up, he couldnât, his testosterone wouldnât let him.
Itâs been a whole three days since he got to fuck you; and God was it driving him insane.
You glance up at him now, unimpressed. You knew studying with him was a bad idea, but heâd been so insistent; and you had to admit, knowing he had made you cum four times made his presence all the more tolerable to hang out with.
âWhen I what? Do science homework?"
"No, no â I mean, yes. When you concentrate you get this small⊠crease between your browsâŠâ He reaches forward â concentrating himself â tugging the plush of his bottom lip between his teeth as he reaches out to poke between your brows. âYou look fucking sexy.â
âAlright, Casanova, hands to ourselvesâ you snort before you return to your reading.
The silence doesnât last long, and the second he opens his mouth you swear youâre two moments away from taping his lips together.
âLemme eat you out.â
âWhâ no!â Horrified, you peek around to see if anyone had heard him. But the library is virtually empty â it always is after 11 PM on a Friday.
And also, youâre both tucked away in a table at the back behind the History books that no-one ever takes out.
âYou should be studying.â
âDonât worry about me, I got this exam in the bag.â
You glare. âYouâre awfully confident.â
âYeah.â He shrugs, slumping in his seat again. âYouâre my only competition, and, wellâŠâ
âWell, what?â You demand, setting your book down.
This was the usual dynamic you were familiar with when it came to Lee Haechan.
âYou saying Iâm not good enough competition, for you Hyuck? If my memory serves me correctly â and it definitely does â I beat you by 10% on our last exam.â
His own eyes narrow.
Oh, you just hit a nerve.
âJust for that,â he begins slowly, pushing his chair out, âIâm gonna suck your clit âtil you go dizzy.â
âWhat part of no donât you understand?â
But the promise is enticing and you part your legs anyway as he shimmies underneath the table.
âYouâre such a fuckboy, I swearââ
âI am not!â He objects incredulously from beneath you. âI just like how you taste, baby.â
A fuckboy, you swear. But heâs got a way with words (and a way with his fingers, and a way with his tongue, and a way with his diâ).
You feel your skirt being rucked up and your panties being pulled to the side â seconds later, his face ducks up from the table, grinning wolfishly.
âYouâre kinda wet down here, baby. Are you sure youâre okay?â He teases.
âShut up before I scream,â you grunt, folding your arms.
âWouldnât that be a dream?â He sighs. He retreats not two milliseconds after, though, and you hear him whistle lowly to himself. And then, so quiet you almost donât catch it: âFucking hell, baby.â
You make a promise that if he calls you baby once more youâre going to kick him because it makes your stomach flutter and your palms sweat â but then he licks a rough line up your pussy and you decide that maybe youâll allow him to call you whatever he pleases.
Your head falls back as he does it again, and again, and again, as if heâs trying to clean up whatever mess youâd made in your panties. And normally youâd be irritated â wanting him to just move onto your clit already â but he genuinely sounds like heâs enjoying himself.
Quiet groans in his throat and passionate movements of his jaw, and his hands grasp your thighs so tightly you know thereâll be bruises. He smacks his lips wetly and you jolt, peeking out from behind the bookshelf to see if anyone had seen.
âCalm down,â He says, words muffled against you. âNobody comes behind here on a Friday night. Weâre safe.â
And as if to punctuate his point: a finger pulls back the hood of your clit, and true to his word, he sucks. Quickly, you shove your fist into your mouth and begin to gnaw on your knuckles, squeezing your eyes shut so hard that you see stars.
âH-Hyuck,â you whimper, âUnless you want me to get us caughtâ"
"I know, I know,â he says, sighing. His face comes out from underneath the table again. âIâll be good if you pull your top down.â
âW-what?â To be fair, youâre still delirious off pleasure because his thumb hasnât stopped grinding against your clit. âWhy?"
"So I can play with your tits,â he says easily, shrugging. âC'mon, Princess. Show me your boobs.â
You stare at him for a moment, disbelief written on your face. âYouâre such a man.â
âAnd youâve still got the limp to prove it, havenât you, baby? Donât think I havenât noticed the way you canât walk straight.â
âWhatever.â You pull your top down, tug your breasts out of their cups â only to appease him and get him to shut up. Immediately he takes one in his grabby hands, all warm and rough as he tugs and pulls at one nipple.
So, okay, maybe he does know what heâs doing. Sometimes. Who are you kidding? All the time.
âHm, you like that, donât you?"
"Shut up,â you hiss, âif you get us banned from this library because of your dirty talk Iâm never fucking you againâshit."
âWe both know thatâs not true.â
A steady stream of suckling on your sensitive bundle of nerves calls your attention elsewhere; at the same time, your nipple is rolled between his index and thumb. You feel like youâre buzzing all over, and itâs not because youâve had five cups of coffee in the last three hours.
You donât realise that youâre panting â fucking close â until Haechan releases your clit with a pop. He ducks underneath the table to peek up at you again. "Are you trying to get us caught?"
"Iâll be quiet,â you promise through gritted teeth, shoving your top into your mouth. You restrain the urge to curse him out because you could feel the beginning flutters of your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, and you know heâll draw it out as much as possible if given the chance. âJust keep going."
Heâs wearing a victorious, shit-eating grin when he gets back to it, energy increasing rapidly. He eats pussy like heâs competing for a trophy, and truth be told, you donât mind being his prize if he makes you cum as hard as you did a few days ago. His tongue moves eagerly, tracing letters and numbers and fucking his name on your sensitive skin before sucking again.
No noise. You try to coach your brain into silence.
You never usually have a problem keeping quiet for the first orgasm. But as much as you hate to admit it, the act of being eaten out in a public library is a different kind of turn on.
And it really doesn't help that Haechan knows exactly what heâs doing.
Maybe thatâs why when you cum, you have no problem with clinging to any part of him you can get your hands on â his hand on your chest, his hair between your legs. A weak whimper follows as you contract around nothing, hips bucking gently into his mouth, and he takes it all in.
Fuck.
He slides back from under the table and resurfaces a metre away, grinning widely. You know the image of you looking so ruined because of him is doing wonders for his ego â so as quickly as possible you pull your top down and readjust your skirt, panties irritatingly rough against your skin.
"Good, huh?"
You donât want to give him anymore satisfaction, but you know with the orgasm he had just given you so publicly, there was no use in lying. In fact, youâre certain lying to him would only make his cocky ego flame even more.
âWhatever, Hyuck. You give good head, Iâll give you that.â
He hums, leaning backwards. âThanks, baby. Now, bend over."
âExcuse me?â You say.
âCâmon, you canât just let me eat your pretty pussy and not expect me to get hard. Youâre blue balling me here, Princess.â
Youâre so genuinely shaken by his unfaltering confidence that you just stare.
âAnd donât pretend you donât love my cock.â
âHyuckââ
âBend over, Iâm not kidding.â
Youâre in a library. Letting him eat you out was already a reach â but you canât deny that you do love the feeling of him inside you. And he did take good care of you last time. And â
You sigh in defeat, standing. âRemember what I told you last time?"
"You get loud after two. Iâll keep that in mind, baby.â
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THE LOOK IN HIS EYES âââ P.SUNGHOON
( ìíìŽí ì±í ) ïč sunghoon is assigned with the task to accompany you at a party â however, one slight problem, youâre barely enjoying your time around him. so, as his job, he feels the need to fix that.
ââââ sunghoon x f ! r . . . â body guard au & fluff âż 2K+ ( 2033 WC ) â± HAPPY SUNGHOON DAY !! should have released a christmassy fic but this picture of him still lingers in my mind so i had to write something based of it ⊠đ«Ł
Parties? You loved them.
Something about the bustling environment was enough to get your adrenaline running. It was a time where youâd be free from your duties given by your parents, simply spending the night away doing what you wanted.
So, there was obviously no way you could turn down an event, especially the huge one everyone was talking about recently.
However, the only problem? You had to be accompanied by your bodyguard, Park Sunghoon, for the entirety of tonight.
âI feel so restrained with you being here,â you huffed as you sank in the chair, staring at the crowd seemingly having the best time of their lives. You were stuck here, sitting next to him out of all people. Now, if you had expected him accompanying you alongside the party, you would have worked harder to tell your parents no.
Who wouldâve expected heâd be here, looking blankly with that cold expression of his, instead of just waiting in the car?
âWhy do you feel that way, Miss Y/N?â Sunghoon asks with the most monotonous voice ever, enough to make you simply want to grit your teeth. The fact he was asking such an obvious questionâsomeone who was as persistent as himâwouldâve already known the answer to that. Itâs as if your parents programmed him to say anything, even if it was completely obvious or nonsense.
âI wonder why I would be acting like this around you,â you scoffed while fixing your posture to take one good look at him again. Resting your arms on the table, you shifted your body closer to his side. âYouâre the cause of this, Mister.â
âMister?â Sunghoon slowly turned, his eyes narrowing slighter as he placed his forearm on the table. His eyes interlocked with yours as he inched closer to you. âThen who would be able to watch over you to make sure youâre okay?â
His cold yet serious glance pierced through you. With this close proximity being so sudden, the words you wanted to say to let out some steam disappeared.
âI canât really disobey your parentsâ orders, can I?â he continued, raising a brow while keeping his eyes firmly on yours. âAnd I told you already, didnât I? Letâs drop those silly formalities.â
Your breath hitched, and you instinctively leaned back, your back meeting the chair a little too quickly. Flustered, you cleared your throat, crossing your arms as if to create some distance.
âI suppose,â you muttered, refusing to meet his eyes. âBut still, itâs uncomfortable for me. I canât do anything without you watching me like a hawk.â
âIsnât that my job as a bodyguard?â
âYouâre rather extreme for a bodyguard, donât you think?â you shot back at him.
âAnd how is that?â
âI canât even do anything without having to be constantly wary of messing up something. I canât even enjoy a party with you being here. Parties are supposed to be fun, and I canât even drink comfortably or dance!â
âWhy canât you do that?â
âI just told youâbecause of you!â The frustration in your voice rose unexpectedly, catching even yourself off guard. Sunghoon blinked at your tone, momentarily taken aback, though his expression remained unreadable. You turned away, refusing to meet his gaze, your arms tightening around yourself.
âThen letâs go,â he said suddenly, pushing back his chair as he stood. He adjusted his blazer with practiced ease, his movements sharp and composed. Your eyes darted back to him, caught extremely off guard.
âWhat?â you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
âDrinking and dancing⊠thatâs what you want to do, right?â His eyes met yours with a strange vibe of determination. âThen letâs do it.â
âYouâre kidding,â you muttered, still processing his words.
âIâm not,â Sunghoon said simply. âYou want to enjoy the party, so letâs make it happen.â
âWhy would I do it with you?â You said with shock as your arms fell onto your lap.
âArenât I the one responsible for making you feel that way?â He tilted his head. âI should work on not letting you feel that way again.â
His words left you stunned, your lips parting as you hesitated to respond. It felt strangeâunnatural evenâto hear something like that from him. It wasnât like Sunghoon to say something so... considerate.
Noticing the shift in your demeanor, Sunghoon let out a quiet âah,â as if realizing something. âBecause of your parents,â he added, his tone more neutral now. âI need to look out for you.â
Right. Your parents. The mention of them brought you back to reality. Pressing your lips together, you swallowed the words threatening to spill out. Instead, you rose from your seat, meeting Sunghoonâs gaze head-on now that you were standing at his level. âI hope youâll be able to watch over me well, Sunghoon.â
Without waiting for his reply, you turned on your heel and headed toward the drink bar. Sunghoon stood frozen for a moment, his hand twitching as if to reach out and grab your arm. But before he could act, you were already walking away. Slowly, he lowered his hand, shoving it into his pocket with a frustrated sigh.
Still, his instincts kicked in. Watching you move further away, he quickly followed, keeping you in his sight. After all, it was his job to make sure you were safe.
âWhy arenât you dancing?â Sunghoon questioned as he still saw you standing close by the bar.
âDonât feel like it,â you say, swirling the drink in your hand. Youâve been slowly sipping that drink of yours, eyes lingering at the dancing crowd.
âIs it because of me?â
âNo, really, itâs just⊠thereâs too many people and the music playing isnât my style,â you try to shrug it off as you continue to watch them dance as if they had no care in the world.
But, your actions speak more than your words, and Sunghoon could see right through you. He moved to stand right in front of you, his expression unreadable againâthe classic Park Sunghoon type.
âLetâs get you dancing.â
âWhat?â you blinked at him, feeling quite startled by his request.
The music shifted then, as if on cue. The energetic beats faded into something softer, slower, and much more intimate. Sunghoon didnât budge, still standing right in front of you as couples began pairing up around the room.
âDidnât you want to have a good time?â He asked, wondering why you were frozen in place. âWe can go on the dance floor for that.â
Sure, you did want to enjoy the night, but not like this. Not with the timing so terribly ironic, leaving the two of you standing there awkwardly as others around you started pairing off for⊠couple dancing.
Sunghoon peeked over to look at you, watching you as you seem to purposefully ignore his presence. He eyed the crowd, watching the pairs dance hand in hand, their laughter traveling around the room as they moved carefree.
âY/N,â you turned to his voice, your eyes soon looking down at his hand extended to yours. Quickly, you raise your hands in protest.
âOh, I donât want to trouble you with that. You seeââ
âWhat? The music is not your style again?â He cut you off, his tone sharp but not unkind. His hand was still extended out for you. âOr do you really feel that uncomfortable around me?â
âItâs not that,â you stammered. âItâs just, you know, I⊠I can just wait for the next song!â
âIf you keep waiting, then when will you be able to have the night you want?â He asked, leaving you struck by his words.
âWellâŠâ you trailed off, getting Sunghoonâs close attention. He leaned in slightly with his eyes flickering to the movement of your lips, trying to predict what you were going to say.
âWell?â he said rather impatiently, although he didnât want to come across that way. He just wanted to know your answer.
âItâs just a dance, right?â you chuckled awkwardly, your gaze drifting down to his outstretched hand. Slowly, hesitantly, you placed your hand in his. Sunghoonâs fingers curled upward to hold yours securely, his touch firm yet careful.
When you looked up at him, your breath caught. His usual stoic expression had softened, his eyes meeting yours with a feeling that made this moment more heavy than it shouldâve been.
âJust a dance,â he murmured, his voice steady, as if he was reminding him of what this was supposed to be.
With that, you two danced together, moving at the same pace as the other couples. Sunghoon's hand rested steadily on your back, while his gazeâstrong and unwaveringâremained locked on you. What could have been an incredibly awkward situation felt unexpectedly⊠comfortable. You surprised yourself by matching his steps with ease, his presence oddly reassuring.
âBodyguards can learn how to dance now?â You joked, attempting to break at the nonexistent silent barrier. Instead of one of his serious, programmed answers, you noticed a fond smile creep up on his face.
âCanât one be obligated to do something they want, just like how you wanted to get up and enjoy this party?â he replied smoothly, his smile widening enough to reveal the faint glint of his canines.
The serious, cold Park Sunghoon⊠smiling. At you.
Your eyes found it habitually trailing elsewhere, which was more difficult given his figure blocking you from looking at anything but him. Still, you tried to find a way, which was looking at his side, you hoping not to glance back at his features. You werenât sure why, but you felt the sudden urge to forget that smile.
Sunghoon noticed. Of course, he noticedâwhen didnât he notice you? He noticed the way your eyes lit up with excitement when youâd first received the party invitation. He noticed the subtle furrow of your brows earlier when something about the party seemed to bother you. And now, he noticed the way your gaze wavered, a clear tell of your flustered state as the two of you danced hand in hand.
Your little moment of distraction didnât go unnoticed by your feet either, as a sudden misstep caused your ankle to twist awkwardly. A gasp escaped your lips, but before you could fully lose your balance, Sunghoonâs reflexes kicked in.
His hand gripped your waist firmly as he pulled you closer, steadying you. His other hand shifted slightly to ensure your grip was secure, to make sure you didnât stumble again.
âAre you okay?â he asked, his voice softer than usual.
âYeah, Iâm fine,â you shrugged off, dropping your hand away from his arm as you stood on your own.
âYou shouldâve been more careful,â Sunghoon said, his grip slowly loosening but not entirely off your waist. âCanât have you ruining your night.â
There was that stupid smile of his againâhis canines appearing once more faintly as his smile grew wider. Strangely enough, you found yourself smiling too, finding it hard to suppress it.
âYouâre smiling again,â you muttered, your eyes still lingering on his face. Sunghoon hummed as his hand continued to stay on your waist, his expression softening even more. It was as if you were opening another side of him, simply just by looking into his eyes.
âDoes it bother you?â
Maybe it did, but you just couldnât tell somebody that. That would be rude to⊠not let a smile like that appear on someoneâs face. Instead of responding, you shook your head, maintaining the eye contact you tried so hard to avoid before.
âThen thatâs good,â he said, his voice easily cutting through the music playing in the background. âBecause I think I might be smiling a lot tonight.â
You couldnât help but let out a small laugh at his words while also feeling an unexpected warmth spread across your face. You nodded, finding yourself holding onto his arm again. His sincerity was too hard to miss, and his presence was slowly becoming less suffocating.
Without thinking too much of it, you steady yourself to continue swaying in the rhythm with him. After all, you did want to enjoy your night, and Sunghoon was there to accompany you as itâs seemingly his job.
He is your bodyguard, after all.
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Sorry if this goes against what you write I couldn't find like a request dos and don't thingy lol but I would love if you wrote about a reader who has to get chained up or locked up every night before they go to sleep because cooper cant trust you won't run away, but one day the restraints are loose or not locked (maybe he does it on purpose to test you) and you decide to stay put because you love him and then he rewards you đ«Ł
This story can be read alone or as Part Two of this one!! đ
18+ only
Daddy kink/DDLG | Stockholm Syndrome | Breeding kink | Reader was kidnapped by Cooper months ago, taken from her home and husband, but has forgotten her former life entirely while under Cooperâs manipulation and control
Cooperâs jaw was tense as he pulled out of the driveway. Heâd made a decision he hoped he wouldnât regret. The consequences of the test he was currently giving you could be lethal to his entire worldâŠand yet, he needed to test your loyalty to him. It wasnât enough for Cooper to hear you profess with words your love for him. Words alone meant nothing; as a skilled liar, Cooper knew this all too well. He needed real, irrefutable proof that even when given the choice of escape, youâd still be waiting for him when he returned to the safe house.
Itâs why heâd left the keys to your cuffs on the table at your side of the bed, where you could easily reach them. If he returned to the house that afternoon on his lunch break and you were still thereâŠthen at last, Cooper would have his answer. If however, youâd used the opportunity to escape, then his entire life would be in your hands. Either way, Cooper had to know what would happen if he tested you. He sighed deeply through his nose, lips pressed into a stern, flat line. He looked back at the house one last time before leaving, hoping his instincts about his little girlâs loyalty to him would prove correctâŠ
The hours at the fire station passed by easily enough. When lunch time arrived, Cooper made an excuse to the men working under him about needing an extended break. Family stuff, he lied explained. Really, he needed to go check on his girl.
He packed up his lunch and brought it to the car with him. Cooper drove the few miles from the station to the safe house he kept you in, listening to a local news and weather report on the radio, taking a few distracted bites of his sandwich on the way.
When you heard Cooperâs car come to a stop outside the house, your heart rate kicked up a notch. The handcuffs heâd left you in were now sitting with the keys on your nightstand beside you. Unaware that you were being tested, youâd taken advantage of Cooperâs âmistake,â in leaving the keys within your reach. This will finally prove it to him, you thought. Cooper would see that even with the ability to leave him, youâd choose to stay.
Cooper entered the house downstairs, listening. It was quietâŠtoo quiet. Perhaps you were sleeping, Cooper wondered. Apprehension built within him as his fears youâd escaped multiplied. He passed the stairs quickly, his steps heavy down the carpeted hall that led to the bedroom. You smiled when Cooperâs boots became visible in the crack under the door. He seemed to pause, inhaling a deep breath before pulling back the door. Met with the sight of you sitting on the bed, Cooper felt a sense of peace sink over him. He swallowed the lump of nerves that had been building in his throat, leaning inside the doorway, smiling at his girl. âHi baby,â he said, and in spite of hearing Cooperâs voice nearly every day for the past ten months, your cheeks still warmed bashfully.
He looked so goddamn handsome, so big, illuminated in the doorway with the hallway light behind him.
Cooper looked at the table beside you, and then your wrist. His test had been successful. Youâd proven yourself just as beautifully broken as Cooper hoped you were. Heâd never been more proud of his little girl.
âI took the cuffs off,â you said, a little worried. âI hope youâre not mad at me, Daddy.â Cooper shook his head.
âFar from it,â he replied softly. Cooper didnât hesitate a second longer before taking three quick strides to the bed, and climbing on top of you. Your legs parted instinctively for him, the soft outline of your pussy puffy and warm as Cooper rubbed himself against you.
His kisses on your neck were tender, grateful. He needed this, even more than heâd thought. The knowledge that you were truly his had Cooperâs mind spinning in the best way, his body flooded with adrenaline and happiness. His cock was already stiff against your cunt; he reached between your bodies and undid his jeans, relieving some of the pressure. Cooperâs kisses traveled lower, between your breasts and down your belly. When his tongue traced the outline of your bellybutton, a little giggle shivered out of you. The giggle was quickly silenced and exchanged for a whimper when Cooperâs mouth latched over your pussy.
Any remaining tension in his mind melted away into the moist heat of your cunt. Cooper couldnât think straight when his face was between your legs, your fingers tugging at his hair, his tongue buried in the soft folds of your pussy. All he could focus on was your sweet taste, the slick smearing across his cheeks as he nuzzled your folds. You rotated your hips side to side, seeking the end of Cooperâs nose to rub your clit against. He sucked fat, wet kisses onto your pussy, a filthy squelch following each.
His shoulders were nestled between your thighs, his chest and belly against the bed as he ate you. Cooperâs arms hooked around your upper legs, his fingers laced together on top of your belly, holding you in place so you couldnât squirm away from him no matter how hard you came. Pearly liquid oozed from your pussy in between Cooperâs lips, his mouth sealing over your cunt and lightly sucking. The pulsing pressure made your legs twitch, prompting Cooper to lock his arms even tighter across your belly, a proud smirk finding his lips as he realized how close you were.
âSo good for me, baby,â Cooper hummed against your pussy, his words interspersed with little kisses and sucks. âSuch a good little pussyâŠall pretty and puffy, just begging for Daddy to kiss itâŠâ He spanked his palm lightly against your cunt, watching your pussy flinch and your tiny hole pucker.
Making you come was what Cooper lived for in this moment. Any time his face was between your legs, your pleasure was all that mattered to him, now more than ever. Youâd done so well, proved yourself loyal to him in the most definitive way possible. You needed to be rewarded, to be shown exactly how much Cooper appreciated knowing that his little girl was truly, unquestionably his. Nothing existed beyond the space where Cooperâs face was nestled, his eyes closed in a drug-like satisfaction, your warm thighs acting as earmuffs to seal away the world around him.
Cooper ate you for an hour straight, without a single pause to rest his jaw or tongue. Your ass was sitting in a little puddle of your own juices by the time he was finished. He reached for his phone, pulling it from his pocket with slippery fingers. He cursed when he saw the time. âHave to get back,â he murmured, returning his phone to his pocket, popping his fingers in his mouth to clean them off. Cooper kissed your belly and lifted himself off the bed, stuffing his cock back in his jeans.
He slicked back his hair, wiping his wet chin on his sleeve. âI wish you didnât have to go,â you told him in a small voice. Cooper nodded as he gently pulled your panties back up. âI know angel,â he said. âBut Iâll be back tomorrow.â He winked up at you. âPromise.â Cooper reminded you to eat the lunch heâd brought you from the station, and to get plenty of rest while he was gone. Youâd need it for tomorrow, he said. âBecause tomorrow,â Cooper explained. âWhen Daddy gets home, heâs gonna put his dick where his tongue was for the past hour.â Cooperâs tone was darker, a sincerity in his voice that was thick with lust. âAnd Iâm not gonna stop,â he continued. âTill Iâve put a baby inside you.â
Your lips parted in surprise. âYeah,â Cooper nodded, sensing your confusion. âYouâre going to make me a real daddy again, angel.â He leaned closer and cupped your cheek tenderly. âI know that I can trust you now,â Cooper said, an affectionate grin on his lips. âYou wonât leave me. That means I can trust you to carry my children.â He sat down on the bed beside you. âRachel isâŠâ Cooper paused. âShe wonât give me anymore kids. Itâs fine, itâs her choice, but-.â Cooper sighed. âI want more. Youâll give them to me.â You felt a little dizzy, not just from coming so hard for an hour straight. Cooperâs plans for you had caught you off guard.
âIsnât that right honey?â Cooper asked, but he wasnât really asking at all. âYouâll make me a daddy as many times as I want, wonât you?â You nodded slowly, absorbing Cooperâs words. âWeâll deliver the babies here,â Cooper continued, matter-of-factly. âDonât worry about safety-Iâll make sure itâs safe. I have the training. I can deliver our babies right here-.â Cooper patted the bed, a confident smile on his face. âFirefighters are trained to deliver babies on the job if necessary.â His voice was cheerful. âDid you know that, sweetheart?â
You shook your head âno,â still processing Cooperâs plans for you. He rose from the bed once again, sighing contentedly as he headed for the door. âYouâll make an excellent mother,â Cooper told you. âMuch better than mine. I know it.â He patted the doorframe on his way out. âSee you tomorrow, sweetheart.â
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OMGGGG pleaseee i need a part 2 to Adamâs sinner đ©đ©đ©đ© Maybe itâs the next extermination and Adam protects his darling sinner from exterminators đđ
Maybe more smut if youâd like đ«Ł
Adamâs Sinner
Part 2/3 Part 3
A/N: As much as I would love to make it smutty, I have a lot of smut requests and I donât want it to get repetitive so this piece is just hella fluffy. I hope you enjoy anyway xox
Adam didnât really come up with a solution to keep his promise, rather he just used his status in Heaven to come and go as he pleased, and would sneak down to Hell once a month.
His mask had demonic features, which worked in his favor staying discrete in Hell. Not that he was out and about for long, he always went straight to (Name)âs house, but still.
A year passed, and their little system was working, and before they knew it, the next extermination was upon them. âRemember,â Adam said during his last visit before the extermination. âLock down. Stay inside. Hide.â âI know.â He kissed her forehead.
The extermination was brutal, as it always was. Adam had about a hundred and six kills under his belt and was bragging about his last kill to Lute. Then he saw something that made his blood run cold.
(Name), running from one of his exterminators.
Lute noticed Adamâs face drop, looking like heâd seen a ghost. âAre you okay, sir?â Adam didnât answer, instead rushing towards the alley his exterminator had chased (Name) into.
(Name) was on the ground, his exterminatorâs foot on her chest. She raised her spear and (Name) closed her eyes. âHEY!â His exterminator, Danni, jumped, spear faltering. âSir?â
âThis one is mine,â Adam bit back his panic. âShe fucked up one of my kills last year.â
âOh. Sorry, sir, sheâs all yours.â Danni flew off, chasing an sinner. Once she was out of sight, Adam rounded on (Name).
âWhat the FUCK are you doing out here? I told you to stay inside! You were almost fucking killed!â
âAdam-â
âNo, you know what, I donât even want to fucking hear it.â Adam was seething from the scare sheâd just given him. âGet your fucking ass home, right now, we will talk about this later.â
They both looked around to make sure no one was watching before they each departed, Adam back to the skies and (Name) back to her apartment. Adam paused his killing spree to make sure she got home safe from afar.
Later that night, when all the exterminators had returned to Heaven, Adam made his way to (Name)âs place.
âYou want to tell me why you were out on the fucking streets during the damn extermination?â
(Name) looked embarassed. âMy friendââ
âNo friend is worth risking YOUR life. You fucking hear me?â (Name) couldnât look at him, slightly intimidated. Adam sighed. â...Sorry.â
He pulled her into him and closed his wings around her. She wound her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. For a few minutes they just stood there, Adam reassuring himself that she was there and she was fine.
âDonât do shit like that, tits, you scared the fuck out of me.â (Name) chuckled, Adam sounding much more like himself now. She took his hands in hers.
âIâm sorry. That was stupid of me.â
Adam scoffed. âYeah it fuckinâ was. Youâre lucky I love your dumbass.â
âYou love me?â
Adamâs mind was a chorus of âshit shit shitâ, but he owned it. âYeah, whatâs the big fucking deal?â
(Name) smiled and yanked him down to her level by the collar, pressing her lips to his. Adam melted into the kiss, his hands resting on her hips. After a long moment, they pulled apart.
âI love you too.â
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[cw: g!p yujin, hate-fucking OOOH, bratty dom yuj bcs i love it when sheâs annoying, daddy kink, degradation, overstimulation, breeding kink (are we.. noticing a pattern here đ), edging]
jock!yujin as promised bcs these pics unlocked something in me đđ SHEâS TOO HANDSOME đđđ this is reminiscent of the very first yuj drabble i did so look away if itâs practically identical I SWEAR I HAVE FRESH IDEAS đđ she needs to drop the jorts outfit pics yaâll know iâll be all over those đŁ ineedhersobaditâsnotajokeanymore
yujin as one of the members of the opposing swimming team thatâs always hitting on you during every meet đ€ but ugh sheâs not at all amusing! she taunts you, teases you, and used to pull pranks on you but now that the two of you have grown and she is much much more⊠well, attractive, all that tension has turned into⊠something else!
yujin was lucky youâre merely a courtside cutie supporting your friends who are on your schoolâs team, or else you would have kicked her ass to the pool every time she whispers something dirty in your ear đ still though⊠you could never look away from her or completely reject her advances bcs hello?? has anybody seen that face?? that body?? those abs?? that dick??! gosh!! knowing ahn yujin, sheâs tease you to no end bcs this would all mean that her flirting and catcalling is working.. and your pride was way too big for you to just let yujin think that she has you under her spell đ€
it was yujinâs own huge ego that made her want to start a stupid bet with you! if she beats her record, then youâll let her take you out on a date! you were torn between taking this opportunity to embarrass yujin in front of your friends as well as her team or not even give yujin the idea that she can score with you but alas! you just had to feel like you had to take her down a notch đ«ąđ«ą and so you accept the bet⊠and ofc that was the one time the gods of fortune did not bless you đš yujin won! and there her annoying friends go teasing you and pushing you towards yujin as if she wasnât drenched đ you were butthurt and annoyed so ended up storming off to the showers bcs now your shirt was wet and oh how you wish you could just knock some sense into yujin and her stupid friends andâ
âone date isnât going to hurt you, baby!â you really shouldâve known yujin was going to follow you đ
âdate? what date?â you asked as you exited a stall with toilet paper in your hand, furiously dabbing on your shirt,, which just so happens to be a see-through shirt so now there yujin was, checking you out while biting her lip. how subtle đ "i'm not going anywhere with you, ahn. you're annoying, you're arrogant, and you don't know how to take 'no' for an answer."
"and you're a terrible liar, (y/n)," unfortunately yujin knows exactly what you're hiding behind your cold words and your bitchy stares and sickening side-eyes! see, sometimes you're not exactly subtle either, and yujin was surprisingly observant so yes, she has seen you stare at her hard-on multiple times before, she has seen the way you lick your lips when she enters the room, and she has absolutely seen you smile âin secretâ after she shoots a flirty comment your way đđ âyou want me.â
but you werenât going to go down easily! âto get out of my sight maybe.â sigh as much as you try to put up a fight tho, those pretty eyes are always going to be a weakness of yours!! bcs somehow.. attempting to walk away from her only resulted in you being pulled back into her, and that was where yujin finally kissed you đ«Ł
shower sex?? shower sex!! yujinnie forcing you to go down on your knees as soon as she has stripped you completely naked, and sheâs slapping her thick, throbbing cock on tour face with a mocking smile.. she won after all, why not celebrate it? đ âcome on, (y/n)⊠isnât this what youâve been waiting for?â sheâd tease while pressing her tip against your lips knowing damn well how much you want her cock down your throat đŁ this was humiliating.. her being so big that you can barely take all of her inside your mouth :(( but god, the sound of your gagging and broken moans were such a pleasure to hear that yujin really didnât care that you were struggling! sheâs using your mouth at a steady pace, hands on your hair, both praises and insults escaping her lips amidst her own moansâŠ
jerking her off at the same time and forcing your eyes open just so you can see that adorable look on yujinâs face⊠the one where sheâs squeezing her eyes shut at the pleasure.. sucking the air between her teeth every time her tip touches the back of your mouth⊠her noises only getting louder and louder once youâve gotten used to her size and came up with tricks of your own: making use of your tongue by slowly dragging it across her slit, letting her watch as you play with your nipples knowing it pisses her off that she canât touch you at the moment⊠fuck, yujin was obsessed with you and your pettiness and you have no fucking idea just how much đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
ughdhfhdhfjcn playing with the head of her cock so much that she cums unexpectedly.. but what yujin really liked was how her cum spilled out of your mouth and how she painted your face with the hot, white fluidsâyou looked so much prettier!! đ€đ€ and oh how yujin wished she could take her camera and take a picture of you right now: looking up at her expectantly with lust-filled eyes and her cum just all over your face.. something sheâd jerk off to every night along w your insta pics but you donât know about that yet đ«ą
any sign of that pride of yours being gone as soon as yujin picks you up and fucks you against the wall đ«Ł her dick penetrating you at a rapid pace, your moans and the slapping of skin against skin echoing throughout the empty locker room.. wouldnât be surprised if your guysâ friends hears you bcs yujin was merciless! fucking you like it was going to be her last, marking you up just how she likes it..
âs-see..? youâre just a f-fucking whore⊠mmhn..! arenât you, (y/n)??â
âfuck youâah! i hate you.. i hate yâfuck!â you canât deny that it all felt too good đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
âf-fine.. insult me more, see where it gets you. do you.. hah⊠do you not want to get filled up?â
having no choice but to give in to yujin bcs you were so close :(( between her cock ramming inside you and her sneaking her hand in between your legs and toying with your clit, it was becoming too much đŁ âcome on.. you know how to beg, donât you? how fucking else a-are you an honour student? huh? teacherâs whore.â she was so fucking wrong but this was the one time her insults turned you on more than they angered you đ”âđ« you whine, you claw at yujinâs back, you tug on her hair, but you donât ever utter a wordâyou wouldnât please her that easily but oh she just knows the way she can break your guard down even more! đ€
yujin denying you of your release multiple times.. she wants to cum too but she has no problem holding it all in and dumping it all inside you⊠seeing you cry and glare at her whenever she slows down was more entertaining than actually getting to pop inside you đ€ âwe can do this all day if thatâs what you want, (y/n).. i know iâd fucking love to break you.â and yujin was serious! she wasnât going to let up until she hears your magical voice cry out her name đ«Łđ«Ł
another orgasm stolen from you and you finally completely gave up.. âs-s-stop it..! stop it.. please, please, daddy, l-let me cumâŠ!â you begged and begged as you sobbed, aww âčïž yujin wasnât even expecting so much pleading, let alone that nickname.. she almost felt bad that she was making you cry so much but she has to hear that again đ«ą the idea of you calling her âdaddyâ every time you touch yourself to her.. god, the things yujin could do to you..! đ«Łđ«Ł
âlouder. they canât hear you.â
and so louder you scream yujin's name đłđł she whispers both praises and insults in your ear, having so much fun at the hold she has on you.. you could literally just cum on your own but instead, you're holding it back for until yujin tells you that you can! "you fucking whore... i can get you pregnant right here and you wouldn't care, huh?" she loved taunting youđ€
"no.. no, i don't... please, fill m-me up.. ah!" you didn't even know what you were saying anymore đ”âđ« you just wanted to be relieve of all this.. and that yujin gives you after another minute of denial; groaning sweetly as she spills her load deep inside you, also watching as you creamed all over her cock.. ugh you looked so pretty with all the marks she left on your chest and neck.. your eyes were burning and red from crying, but they still held desire for yuji.. well this was going to be a long shower now đ€ she knew the two of you were perfect together!
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Pairing | stepdad!Emmett x reader
Summary | Your stepdad has made a habit of using you as stress relief. When you try to deny him, he gives you a choice.
Warnings | Smut, dub con, technically incest, very large age gap, manipulation, blackmail?, breeding, daddy kink, I need therapy.
Words | 1.4 k
Notes | I donât think Iâve ever seen stepdad!Emmett smut and that is a crime. Also I canât stop writing him + forced breedingđ«Ł
Ao3 link | <3
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You groaned quietly when you started to wake up, confused about what you were currently feeling until you realized it was hands on your waist and lips on your neck.Â
âEmmett⊠please. Iâm tired.â You whined, just wanting to go back to sleep.Â
âI know. Iâll be quick.â He whispered, kissing down to your collarbone.Â
âEmmett..â You tried again, just barely attempting to squirm away from him. âIâm tired,â He pulled back and the look on his face made you nervous.Â
âTired from what exactly? Because I know itâs not from getting food and supplies or setting up traps.â You frowned a littleâ itâs not like he even lets you leave here⊠âSo be a good little girl, keep your fucking mouth shut, and let daddy use you to get off, okay?â You blushed and looked away from him. You donât really like when he calls himself that. Sure heâs your step dad, but heâs only been your step dad for like two years and youâre already 18. Of course you only call him Emmett, much to his displeasure.Â
Once he was satisfied with your obedience, he pushed up the large shirt he gave you to wear, exposing your panties. He resumed kissing down your chest until he reached your breasts. You tried not to gasp too loud when he took your nipple in his mouth and slipped his hand below the fabric of your panties. He suckled on the hardened bud gently as his fingers started rubbing slow circles on your clit.Â
âI donât know why I still keep you around. Youâre just one extra mouth I have to feed, one extra body I have to protectâ and you canât even do something as simple as helping me relax.â He said bitterly, making you pout. âMaybe I will get rid of you.â He threatened, moving to your other nipple to suck it into his mouth.Â
âNoâŠâ You whined, feeling tears prick your eyes at the thought of having to survive like this on your own. âIâm sorry, Emmett.âÂ
âI keep you safe, treat you like my own fucking daughter, and yet you still call me Emmett.â He spat, almost viciously.Â
âIâm sorry,â
âNo. Say it.â He ordered, making you blush and look away. When he noticed, he leaned back up over your face and roughly grabbed your cheeks with one hand to turn you back to him. âSay it or I swear to god, Iâll get myself off with your cunt and then kick you out for good.â He growled and you let out a choked sob, not used to this behavior from him.Â
âIâm sorryâ IâŠâ You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head, not wanting to say it. Youâre 18 for fucks sake. Even if he was your real dad, itâd still be weird as hell for you to call him that. His hand suddenly wrapped around your throat tightly, making your eyes open again.Â
âFine. Youâre not gonna say it?â You let out a strangled whimper, staring up at him with teary eyes, silently begging him not to make you. Once he knew what your answer was, he reached down between your bodies and freed his cock before pulling your panties to the side and lining up. In one quick thrust he was fully sheathing his cock inside you. The pain made you cry out, but his hand was covering your mouth before the loud noise could escape. He groaned quietly and immediately started rutting into you, ignoring your muffled sobs and the way you tried to push his hips away to get a break from the painful stretch.Â
âBefore I get rid of you for good⊠Iâm gonna do what Iâve been craving since I first got to feel your tight little cunt.â He gruffed. Once you realized what he meant, your eyes widened and for a moment you were completely frozen in shock.Â
âNo!â You tried to yell, but it was incoherent behind his hand.Â
âIâm gonna fill you up again and again until I drain my balls completely, then Iâll send you off with my come dripping down your thighs.â You clawed at his hand and wrist, trying to pull his hand away so you could beg him not to. âOh, now you have something to say?â He asked sarcastically, but you nodded anyway. The second his hand was gone, you were begging.Â
âPlease⊠please, I- Iâm sorry. Iâll be goodâ I wonât complain, Iâll call you⊠that.â You said with a blush. âJust please pull out. Please donât make me leave.â You whimpered. His thrusts got even rougher, pounding you so hard that you had to cling to his shoulders and bite down hard on your lip so you didnât scream.Â
âItâs just not worth the hassle anymore, kid.â He shrugged solemnly and you let out an almost violent sob in response.Â
âPlease! D-daddy, pleaseâŠâ You whimpered brokenly, making him groan.Â
âSay it again. Tell me what you want.â He gruffed, rutting into your more desperately as he chased his orgasm.Â
âI want to stay with you, daddyâŠâ You cried. âPlease let me stayâ Iâll be good, I promise.âÂ
âYeah? You want me to keep you safe?â He cooed, brushing some of your hair out of your face before cupping your cheek. You nodded, staring up at him with wide, glossy eyes as your bottom lip trembled. âOkay, you can stay with me, baby.â He said softly.Â
âThank you!â You could almost cry in relief.Â
âBut,â he said, quickly getting rid of all that relief, âthis isnât enough for me anymore. Doing all of this to keep you safe and healthy isnât worth only coming in your mouth or on your body⊠If you really want me to keep you around, then no more pulling out. I come in your cunt or you leave for good.âÂ
âBut, Iâ Iâll getâŠâ You whimpered, voice barely audible.Â
âI know. But having some kids will be good for you. Itâll give you something to do while Iâm gone during the day.â He smiled, slowing his thrusts into a gentle rocking motion, but all you could focus on was what he said; kids. Plural. As in more than one.Â
âPlease,â you begged quietly, âI- Iâm not ready for that⊠Iâm only 18.âÂ
âAlmost 19.â He corrected teasingly. âYouâre going to make a great mommy, I already know it⊠But if youâre not ready, Iâm not going to force you. Thereâs still another option.â Technically thereâs another option, but itâs literally just death⊠âBetter choose quickly, Iâm getting close.â His thrusts sped up again as he focused on his impending orgasm, savoring the sounds his brutality was forcing out of you.Â
âIf you donât choose, then youâll be leaving here pregnant and you wonât be coming back.â He warned and you let out a loud sob as you cried. He cooed and cupped your cheek, but you heard the way his moans started to get louder. You canât get pregnant⊠Not this young, not with all of the hospitals closed, not without a doctorâ itâs just too dangerous⊠But not as dangerous as being alone and defenseless out there.Â
âI.. I want to stay.â You croaked, staring up at his face that was blurry from your tears.Â
âYou know what I want to hear.â He said softly, but his thrusts contradicted his tone with the way he started rutting into you more frantically.Â
âPlease let me stay, daddy.â He raised his brows, silently telling you to continue. âI- I want your baby.â You whispered, bottom lip trembling as you cried silently. âI want you toâ to get me pregnant, daddy.â You cried and he gave you a proud smile.Â
âGood girl⊠Youâre such a good girl.â He cooed, leaning down to kiss you as his thrusts got even harder. Without any warning, he forced his cock in as deep as it could go with a loud groan. His head dropped down into the crook of your neck as his hips bucked weakly, riding out his orgasm. The feeling of his breath on your neck as he panted and grunted quietly had you shivering, a new wave of tears rolling through you.Â
When his body finally relaxed, you were completely frozen beneath him, unable to process what just happened. After another moment, he pulled back to look at you with a small smile before rolling you both over so you were on top of him. He hugged you close to his body, his cock keeping you plugged up as he got ready to fall asleep.Â
âIâll keep you safe.â He whispered, snaking his hand down to rub at your lower belly. âYou and our babies.â
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This was so fun to write thank you for the request!
RONIN - The DEVIL'S BUTCHER
Ronin may act nonchalant, but the moment youâre in bed, he drapes himself over you like a heavy blanket. Whether itâs his arm slung lazily across your waist or his whole body practically pinning you down, he needs the contact. If you try to move? Forget itâheâll grumble, âWhere dâyou think youâre going?â and pull you back tighter.
No matter the situation, Ronin is a sucker for forehead kisses. If you're curled up against him, heâll drop lazy kisses on the top of your head without even thinking about it. He finds it hilarious how quickly they make you blush and always teases you, whispering, âBlushy already, huh? How cute.â
Ronin sleeps like a tangled mess. His legs are always draped over yours, and sometimes you wake up to find his arm tucked under your neck or his head buried in your shoulder. Even if it gets too warm, heâll stubbornly cling to you like a koala, mumbling, "Youâre not escaping me."
Running his fingers through your hair is one of his favorite thingsâwhether you're awake or asleep. He claims itâs "just to keep his hands busy," but really, it's soothing for him. Sometimes, heâll absentmindedly braid tiny sections or twirl strands around his finger while lost in thought.
As much as Ronin plays up his confident, devil-may-care persona, heâs occasionally struck by waves of doubt, especially when dysphoria hits. He might hold you a little tighter on those nights, wordlessly seeking reassurance.
If you run your hands down his chest and kiss him gently where his scars are, itâs the kind of tenderness that undoes him. Heâll try to cover it with a half-sarcastic, âDonât get all sappy on me,â but the slight tremor in his voice betrays him.
Sometimes, heâll ask if youâre sure youâre okay with the way he looks, in a voice thatâs so quiet it breaks your heart. Your answer always matters to himâmore than heâd admit.
Roninâs not much of a spooner in the traditional senseâhe likes to wrap himself around you, snake-like, or tangle his legs with yours in the messiest, most chaotic way possible. He has a habit of lazily tossing an arm or leg over you, murmuring, âYouâre not leaving, right?â as he buries his face in your neck. If you try to move, heâll just pull you closer with an annoying little grin.
Roninâs intimacy is all about control, not in an aggressive way, but in how he carefully chooses when and how he gives himself to you. Knowing that you love him as he isâwithout expectationsâeases his fears, but itâs still a process.
On nights where he lets you touch the parts of him heâs most insecure about, it feels like heâs handing you a piece of his soul. He needs the reassurance that you see him fully and still love every bit.
He likes playing mind games even in the bedroom, leaning into teasing and tension just to make things more interesting. Heâll smirk against your lips, murmuring, âThink you can handle me?â knowing full well youâve already won.
Ronin isnât big on over-the-top dominance, but thereâs always an edge to the way he kisses youâlike heâs trying to claim you, even in the softest moments. Itâs not about control; itâs about wanting you to feel how much you matter to him, in every breathless second.
After everythingâafter the teasing, kisses, and playful jabsâheâll lie there in the quiet, holding you like youâre the only thing keeping him grounde
Heâll never say it outright, but you can hear the unspoken words in the way he presses his lips to your hair: I love you. I love you. I love you.
Ronin wakes up before you sometimes, and instead of getting up like a normal person, he decides to mess with you. Heâll tickle your nose with his hair or blow gently on your face, waiting for you to groggily swat at him. When you finally wake up annoyed, heâll grin, kiss your forehead, and say, âRise and shine, sweetheart. Couldnât sleep without annoying you first.â
While Ronin enjoys having control, he gets a thrill out of moments when you try to take charge. Heâll let you straddle him or pin his handsâjust to see how far youâll take it before he flips you over, smirking, âCute. Now itâs my turn.â
Heâll pull things like lightly slapping your thigh or teasing you when you try to resist, smirking the whole time. If you ask him to stop being such a tease, heâll drag it out even more, murmuring, âWhatâs the rush? I want to enjoy every second of this.â
In his twisted way, everything he does is an expression of love. Ronin is about pushing boundaries, breaking down walls, and molding you into someone who matches his chaotic, unhinged energy. âYouâre mine,â heâll whisper, not just as a promise but a warningâhe wonât ever let you go, not truly.
After everything, heâll drape an arm over you, pull you close, and nuzzle his face into your neck. But donât expect sweet pillow talkâheâll mutter something like, âCanât believe youâre stuck with me,â or âHowâd I get so lucky to ruin you, huh?â He shows affection in the strangest, most chaotic waysâsometimes by stealing kisses, sometimes by pinching your nose just to annoy you.
Ronin isnât clingy, but heâs possessive in subtle ways. He loves when you wear his clothes after, especially when theyâre oversized on you. Seeing you wrapped in something of his, especially after being tangled in bed, scratches an itch deep inside him. âThatâs mine now,â heâll joke, tugging at the collar.
He enjoys pushing your limitsâwhether itâs with teasing or something more intense. But the moment you hit your threshold, heâll stop instantly. He doesnât just listen to your boundaries; he respects them, taking pride in knowing exactly how far to push without breaking you.
V- For Vigilante- Batman
V isnât someone whoâs big on words or grand romantic gestures, especially in the bedroom. He shows care in the subtletiesâlike making sure youâre comfortable, leaving space for you to adjust, and observing how you react to him.
Heâs slow to pick up on flirting, so if you make playful remarks or compliments, you might be met with a blank stare or a simple, âWhat are you trying to say?â But when he does catch on, heâll become flustered, a rare softness peeking through his cool demeanor.
Touch isnât second nature to Vâhe treats it like an unspoken contract, something intimate and earned. It takes time for him to initiate contact, but once heâs comfortable, youâll notice small, deliberate gestures.
He has a habit of resting his hand on your back, just below your shoulder blades, or brushing his fingers along your arm. When you reach for him first, thereâs always a flicker of hesitation before he lets himself lean into it.
In the bedroom, Vâs energy is steady and composedâhe isnât someone who rushes into things. Every touch feels purposeful, as if heâs assessing your reaction and adjusting his actions accordingly. He might not say much, but his intensity speaks louder than words.
Though heâs naturally aloof, he likes when you take charge at times, especially if you lean into your nurturing but domineering side. When you pin him down playfully or grab his chin to make him look at you, a subtle smirk plays on his lips, amused by your boldness.
If you have pets, V will subtly encourage them to join you two on the bedâwhether it's a cat curling up at your feet or a dog lying across the covers. He finds their presence grounding, though heâll never admit it aloud.
You catch him more than once stroking an animal absentmindedly during conversations, and thereâs a tenderness to the way he interacts with themâsoft and careful, like theyâre the only beings who understand him.
V may seem detached, but heâs hyper-aware of your moods. If youâre having a bad day, he wonât say much; instead, heâll just pull you into bed and let you rest against him in silence, fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin.
If someone has hurt you or crossed your boundaries, V shifts into a dangerous kind of calm. âDo you want me to handle it?â heâll ask in a neutral tone, fully prepared to make that person regret ever breathing near you.
On nights when sleep feels distant, V doesnât mind spending time with you tending to plants in your roomâwatering them, pruning leaves, or simply sitting in comfortable silence while the scent of soil fills the air.
He loves the way you care for living things. When he watches you tend to plants with gentle hands but turns around and sees that same kindness transform into brutal protectiveness for those you love, it intrigues him deeply.
Vâs way of being intimate is subtle but commandingâhe wonât rush things, preferring to explore you at his own pace. He takes time to memorize every part of you, his cool fingers trailing across your skin like a silent promise.
When things get heated, heâs not one to vocalize much. Instead, youâll catch the way his breathing hitches or how his fingers tighten on your hips ever so slightly. If you tease him for being quiet, you might get a deadpan, âIs this supposed to be a conversation?ââbut the rare flash of amusement in his eyes gives him away.
V might not be outwardly affectionate, but when he does express it, itâs in ways that feel uniquely himâlike pulling you into his side while reading a book together or casually draping an arm across your waist as you sleep.
If you ever catch him in a rare moment of vulnerabilityâlike if heâs half-asleep and mumbles something soft about how much you mean to himâitâll be a fleeting moment, and heâll act like it never happened. But youâll know.
He admires how you can be nurturing to animals and plants but unforgiving toward people who cross the line. When he sees you switch from soft to sharp in a heartbeat, it stirs something in himâa quiet respect and attraction.
He knows you could easily handle yourself, but thereâs still a part of him that feels responsible for your safety. If things ever go wrong, Vâs loyalty is absolute, and anyone who threatens you becomes a problem heâs more than willing to solve.
In the stillness of the night, when itâs just the two of you curled up together, Vâs voice becomes a little softer. He might murmur simple thingsâhow the stars looked that night, or a quiet compliment like, âYou smell nice.â
And when heâs finally on the edge of sleep, with his head resting against yours and his hand resting lazily on your hip, heâll let slip the rarest kind of confession: âYouâre the only one I trust.â
Misaki- Chaos gremlin
The bedroom isnât just for sleepingâitâs for chaos. Misaki loves randomly initiating pillow fights or wrestling you onto the mattress with no warning. âBet you canât take me down!â theyâll challenge, even when theyâre the one getting pinned two seconds later.If you play along and banter with them during these moments, theyâll grin like youâve just made their day. Bonus points if you act dramatic when they winââNoooo, Iâve been defeated!ââbecause it feeds their need for praise.
Misaki lives for your compliments, especially in casual moments. âLook at you, my little badass,â you say offhandedly, and they melt. Youâll catch them trying to hide a smile, only to respond with something like, âHeh, I know Iâm amazingâbut say it again.âThey also adore teasing praiseââWow, you really managed not to break anything today, proud of youââbut if you really hype them up when theyâre struggling emotionally, it grounds them more than theyâll ever admit.
Misaki hates being alone and will cling to you like Velcro the moment youâre available. Theyâll drag you into bed and sprawl out across you, often grumbling things like, âYouâre not going anywhere, right"
Theyâre the type to demand cuddles but wiggle around so much it turns into a playful wrestling match. Eventually, theyâll flop dramatically on top of you, sigh, and say, âIâm staying right here. Deal with it.â
Misaki loves calling you during missions or jobs, not just because theyâre bored but because it makes them feel connected. âYouâre my lifeline,â theyâll joke, even though theyâre dead serious about how much those calls mean to them.
Misaki is the master of cracking jokes during vulnerable moments. Theyâll deflect emotional conversations with humor, brushing off their feelings like, âEh, emotions are overrated, right?â But deep down, theyâre craving someone who can see past that.
If you gently call them outâ
âYouâre deflecting, babeââtheyâll groan dramatically and act like youâve caught them red-handed, but the fact that you noticed? It means the world to them.
If youâre a good cook, Misaki adores youâpraising you like a culinary god and demanding home-cooked meals at every opportunity. But fair warning: they love joining you in the kitchen, often causing delightful chaos.
Picture them trying to flip pancakes a little too high or sneaking bites from every pot while yelling, âQuality control!â They might make a mess, but theyâll be having the time of their life doing it with you.
One minute youâre cuddling in bed, and the next, Misakiâs throwing blankets and pillows everywhere to build a fort. âCâmon, no fort is complete without snacksâgrab some!â theyâll say as they bury themself in the pillows like a gremlin.
The two of you end up snuggled inside, eating snacks and watching moviesâuntil they inevitably fall asleep on you, snoring softly with their head on your chest.
Intimacy with Misaki is playful but deeply affectionate. Theyâll joke mid-kissââWow, are you trying to knock me out with that kiss?ââbut the way they look at you, like youâre their whole world, is no joke.
Even when things get spicy, they mix teasing with genuine tenderness, making you feel cherished in their own chaotic way. And afterward? Theyâre all about aftercare
If anyone messes with you, Misakiâs inner chaos gremlins activate. Theyâll laugh it off in the moment, but rest assuredâtheyâll come back with just enough payback to leave the offender wondering what hit them. âNobody messes with my partner,â theyâll say, grinning.
And if you joke about them being your personal protector, theyâll puff their chest dramatically and declare, âYou better believe it. Iâll traumatize them right back.â
At the end of the day, Misaki is a ride-or-die partner. Theyâll love you to the ends of the earth, sticking by your side through every mess and adventure. Whether youâre making pancakes at midnight or just lying in bed watching TV,
theyâre happiest when theyâre with you.And every night, just as youâre drifting off to sleep, theyâll murmur something sweet, like, âIâm really glad youâre here, yâknow?â Itâs their way of saying, in their chaotic but sincere way, that they wouldnât trade thisâor youâfor anything.
Angel- Heartsick Angel
Angelâs optimism often comes with a tinge of self-doubt, and youâve learned to recognize when her mind starts to spiral. She might smile through it, masking the anxiety, saying, "Everythingâs fine!"âbut the way she grips your hand a little too tight tells you otherwise.
You ground her gently, pulling her into your arms and resting your chin on her head. âItâs okay to not be fine, yâknow,â you murmur, brushing your thumb along her back. Her shoulders relax slightly as she sighs against you, grateful that she doesnât have to pretend.
When Angelâs having a manic episode or feeling overwhelmed, she needs time to herself. Youâve learned to respect those boundaries without taking it personally. Instead of pushing, you leave her a glass of water and a small snack nearbyâa quiet reminder that youâre always there, even if she needs space.
On tough days, sheâll eventually crawl into bed with you after hours of isolation, curling up against your side. You say nothing, just pull the blanket over both of you, and let her rest with her head on your chest. "Thanks for waiting," she whispers into the darkness.
Being a model and YouTuber, Angelâs life can be exhaustingâearly photoshoots, constant editing, and keeping up with trends. But on her rare days off, she craves nothing more than lazy mornings in bed with you.
Sheâll snuggle close under the covers, still half-asleep, and mumble, âStay five more minutes,â even though sheâs been saying that for the past hour. You stroke her hair, brushing stray strands away from her face, and she hums happily. âOkayâŠmaybe ten more.â
Angel is big on little kissesâforehead pecks, kisses on the nose, or brushing her lips against your shoulder just because she feels like it. She thrives on those small moments of affection, each one grounding her a little more.
If you surprise her with a kiss mid-conversation, her face lights up with the sweetest smile. âHey! No fair!â she laughs, though sheâs already leaning in for another one.
Angel hides her sadness behind smiles, but in the quiet of night, when her mind finally slows, she feels safe enough to let the tears come. She wonât say muchâjust clings to you like a lifeline, shaking slightly as she lets out quiet sobs.
You hold her close, fingers running soothing patterns along her back, whispering soft reassurances. âYouâre not alone, Angel. Iâve got you.â And for the first time in a while, she believes it.
When she spirals, her mind becomes a tangle of doubts and insecurities. She might lash outânot in anger but in frustration at herself. âWhy do you even stay?â she asks in a voice thatâs too quiet, too broken.
Your answer is simple and steady: âBecause I love you. And Iâm not going anywhere.â That reminder, spoken without hesitation, pulls her back from the edge every time.
Angelâs approach to intimacy is both playful and passionate. She likes to teaseâtrailing soft kisses along your skin, then giggling at your reactions. âWhatâs wrong? Canât handle a little teasing?â sheâll say with a mischievous grin.
But underneath the playfulness is a need for closeness. When things get more intense, her giggles turn to breathless whispers, and she clings to you as if letting go would shatter her. In those moments, itâs not just about the physical connectionâitâs about the emotional safety she finds in your arms.
Angel isnât afraid to reach out when she needs youâwhether sheâs having a rough night or just wants to hear your voice. âI know itâs late, but⊠can we talk for a bit?â sheâll ask softly, voice tinged with vulnerability.
You stay on the line as long as she needs, reassuring her with every word. âIâm always here, Angel. No matter what.â And that promise means the world to her.
Even mundane moments with you feel intimate to herâlike brushing your teeth together in the morning, or lying in bed scrolling through your phones, feet tangled under the blankets.
Sometimes, sheâll sit in your lap while editing her videos, needing the comfort of your presence even as she works. âYouâre my good luck charm,â she says, kissing your cheek before diving back into her tasks.
Cooking with you is one of Angelâs favorite ways to unwind. She loves standing side-by-side in the kitchen, playfully stealing bites of food from your hands and swaying to the music playing in the background.
âIf you burn the toast, Iâll still love you,â she jokes, though you both know sheâs the one who always forgets the timer. When the meal is finally done, sheâll cuddle into you on the couch, whispering, âThis is perfect.â And in that moment, it really is.
Angel sometimes struggles with sleep, her mind racing with a hundred thoughts at once. On those restless nights, sheâll crawl into your lap, nestling close, and murmur, âCanât sleep⊠can you talk to me?â
You wrap your arms around her, holding her until the rhythm of your heartbeat starts to calm her down. Sometimes, you talk about anythingânonsense stories, funny memories, or what youâll have for breakfast. Other times, you just hum softly, running your fingers through her hair.
âStay like this forever,â she whispers drowsily, and though she falls asleep soon after, you keep holding her, content in the quiet intimacy.
After long filming days or stressful shoots, Angel tends to collapse into bed, drained and emotionally spent. She craves your touch most during these moments, melting into your embrace like she belongs there.
âMmm⊠youâre my reward for surviving today,â she mumbles, cheek pressed to your chest. Her exhaustion shows in the way she clings to you, a silent request for comfort.
You stroke her back, pressing soft kisses into her hair, and promise, âIâm always here, Angel. No matter how tough it gets.â Her contented sigh tells you thatâs exactly what she needed to hear.
Angel isnât the jealous typeâshe trusts you completelyâbut that doesnât mean the little pangs donât sneak in sometimes, especially when work takes you away from her for too long.
âYou know⊠youâve been spending a lot of time with other people lately,â sheâll say with a teasing smile, though the underlying insecurity is evident.
You pull her close, kissing her forehead. âTheyâre not you. They could never be you.â Her smile turns real, and she presses herself tighter against you, content with the reassurance.
Mornings with Angel can be quiet and raw, especially after a rough night. She wakes up groggy, with her guard lowered, snuggling closer to you with a sleepy whimper.
On mornings like this, she doesnât say muchâjust holds you as if anchoring herself. âStay with me a little longer,â she whispers, her breath warm against your neck. Youâre happy to oblige, brushing lazy kisses against her hair as the world outside waits.
Intimacy with Angel is equal parts playful and passionate. She likes to tease and challenge you, enjoying the push and pull. âOh, think youâve got me figured out?â she taunts, lips brushing against yours.
But thereâs always tenderness beneath her teasingâa desire to be close, to connect on a level that feels safe. In those quieter moments, she melts against you, breath hitching as your touches become slower, more deliberate. âYou feel so good,â she whispers, eyes fluttering shut.
She loves when things slow down, when itâs not just about the physical but the emotional closeness. You can tell from the way her fingers linger on your skin, like sheâs savoring every second.
Angel tries to mask her sadness with jokes, but in the sanctuary of the bedroom, she knows she doesnât have to pretend. Some nights, sheâll vent about the pressures of her work, her insecurities, or how overwhelming life feels.
âSometimes I just⊠donât feel good enough,â she admits softly, fiddling with the edge of the blanket. Itâs not easy for her to be this open, but with you, she feels safe enough to try.
You cup her face gently, brushing away the stray tears. âYouâre more than enough, Angel. I see you, and I love you for exactly who you are.â The look she gives youâfull of gratitude and loveâmakes every tough moment worth it.
Angel doesnât always need grand gesturesâwhat she values most is your time and presence. Even just lying in bed with you, scrolling on your phones or watching random videos, feels special to her.
âYou being here means everything,â sheâll say quietly, her hand resting on your chest as if to anchor herself. The way she smiles when you squeeze her hand makes it clear she means it.
During her worst splits, Angel sometimes pushes you awayânot because she wants to but because sheâs afraid of being a burden.
âYou donât have to stay,â she mumbles, curling into herself. But you do stay. You sit with her in the silence, gently running your fingers along her arm until she relaxes.
âI told you Iâm not going anywhere,â you remind her softly. And when she finally looks up, her eyes are full of gratitudeâand maybe a little hope.
Pillow talk with Angel is full of random, sleepy conversationsâsheâll talk about her dream YouTube ideas, the weirdest trends sheâs seen, or the cutest animal videos she found.
But sometimes, in the dead of night, her words turn softer, more vulnerable. âDo you think Iâll be okay?â she asks quietly, her fingers laced with yours.
âYouâre already okay, Angel,â you whisper, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. âAnd Iâll be right here with you, every step of the way.â
For Angel, love is found in the quiet momentsâthe way you hold her when words arenât enough, the way your fingers brush hers absentmindedly, the way you stay even when things get hard.
And as she drifts off to sleep in your arms, she knows sheâs exactly where she belongs.
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SNEAK AWAY (part two)
read part one here
đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : nate x sls!reader
đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ: you and nate are still going strong, but a lot of fans notice a few things in the new videoâŠ
đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: FLUFF, swearing
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đđźđđĄđšđ«'đŹ đ§đšđđ: short and sweet!
chris fic tomorrowđ (or tonight it depends when i start writing it)
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âboys, please leave your sister alone.â you hear your mother scold from outside of the bedroom door.
you guys got back from hawaii two days ago, but the triplets are staying in boston for an extra week before going back to LA.
âdo not barge in thereââ she scolds again, but itâs too late when the door swings open.
the three of them stand there panting, while marylou looks at them with her hands on her hips. it doesnât end there; trevor comes running in and jumps on your bed.
his tail wags as he climbs onto your lap, leaving kisses on your face.
nick turns to her. âsheâll survive, mom.â
she sighs, walking out of your vision. your brothers stare at you like youâre in trouble. âwe need to talk.â chris says, crossing his arms.
oh boy.
âabout?â
they side eye each other. âyou and nate.â matt says.
oh boy.
you clear your throat, trying not to barf everywhere. âw-what do you mean?â
âhave you not seen the clips or comments?â chris asks, them now walking over to your bed and sitting. at this point, trevor has fallen asleep on your legs.
âno,â you answer, playing with the dogâs ears.
âgirl.â nick tuts, pulling out his phone and tapping buttons before turning it to you. âlook at this.â
you take his phone, scrolling through the comments on a tiktok.
thank GOD iâm not the only one who thought this
they HAVE to be hiding something they seem a little too close in this videođ
damn yâall detectives or somethingđ
imagine this is how nick, matt, and chris find out LMAOOOO
i always shipped them they seem so cute together :(
you stop scrolling the comments and watch the video. itâs a compilation of you and nate in the background.
one of the clips is when you guys were in the restaurant, and your chin rests on nateâs shoulder as the both of you look over something on his phone.
another clip is when you guys are walking, you and nate in the back of the group with his hand brushing against yours.
a few others show the way you two look at each other, eyes full of love and lust.
maybe you guys werenât being as slick as you thought.
you hand nickâs phone back, nuzzling more into your blanket. âwhy didnât you tell us?!â chris exclaims.
you shrug. ââcause youâll kill him.â
they roll their eyes. âwe wonât kill him. weâll threaten him.â nick clarifies.
as if thatâs any better.
walking hand in hand, you and nate make way through the local park that's bare at this hour of the night. âso youâre telling me i should look out for threats?â
âyeah.â you smile, looking up at him before he gives you a sneak-attack kiss.
he sighs. âiâm kind of glad we donât need to sneak away anymore. it got so depressing.â
you laugh, followed by an exhale. words cannot explain how much you love this kid. even though it was a hard launch to the public, youâre happy that you can show him off now. to make sure people know heâs yours and youâre his.
hopefully, no threats or killings take place by your overprotective siblings.
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Dream With Me - Part 2
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized!Reader (Latina)
Summary: When your asshole ex-boyfriend calls for help on a case, you have a tough decision to make. But Dean isnât going to let you do anything alone. AKA: The last hunt you, Sam, and Dean will ever go on together.
[Set in 15x20]
AN: Yes, that barn scene. đ«Ł
(In case you missed it, here's Part 1.)
Word Count: 3.4K
Tags/Warnings: Protective Dean (and angry Dean), blood and violence, angst, and a big twistâŠ
â Midnight Espresso Masterlist
Part 2: âWe Can Fix Thisâ
The vampires leave you and Carter alone after a while.
You two are the convenient bait, literally chained to your chairs. Youâre so irate, you canât even look at him. His head hangs low, with his chin nearly meeting his chest.
âIâm sorry I got you into this,â he says again.Â
âI donât care,â you flatly reply.Â
Carter grimaces. âI didnât know any other way to get them here. I figured the three of you could hold your own.â
At that, you finally turn your head towards him.Â
âBut you sold out your own. You sold me out,â you say. âWhat kind of man are you?â
Not the one you thought, is the answer.Â
The problem is, you still need him if you're going to get out of this.
Once youâre able to see past your anger, you two begin to brainstorm on how to escape your restraints. Carter has been working on his for much longer than yours, but his hands are still too large to slip through the thick ropes. Your ankles are tied to the chair as well.
You turn your chair backwards towards him, careful to not let the chairâs legs scrape too badly against the ground. Youâre forced to touch hands with him in order to slide him the small knife you hide in the sleeve of your jacket.Â
It takes several minutes of quiet sawing, but after a while, heâs finally able to free his hands, then more quickly his legs. Heâs about to start on you when you both hear footsteps drawing near the stairs. You and Carter lock eyes.Â
âDonât leave me here,â you whisper instinctively. Carter puts the little knife back into your hand and closes your hand over it. Right about now, you wish you could reach his neck with it. Â
âWe canât take them all. Iâll get help,â he says.
You suck in a breath as you realize it. He really is about to leave you.Â
âThey need you alive as bait more than they need me. Youâll be fine,â he says.
âCarter, you dick,â you hiss. Tears sting behind your eyes, but you blink to try and keep them at bay. Youâll never admit it, but your fear of fangs and the clammy, undead hands of vampires runs deep.
Carter sees your fear, and he canât help himself; he frames your face with his hands for a quick second, despite the way you glare at him and pull your head away, trying to evade his touch. His eyes hide the depths of his regret, but he doesnât have time to say anything more.
He leaves you, ducking out the back entrance to the barn that leads into the woods.
âWhatâs going on?â Jenny says, as she comes down the stairs. Her face falls when she sees Carterâs empty chair.Â
âWhat the hell?!â she shouts. Two of the men in her nest come running out to meet her. She gives one of them an order to run after Carter.Â
Her attention snaps to you. âIâm guessing you helped your boyfriend escape?â
You donât answer her at first as she draws near, but inside, youâre trembling a bit. You have an idea of whatâs coming. Nevertheless, you try to remain stoic. Strong.
âNot my boyfriend,â you reply. Jenny cocks her head.
âOh, thatâs right. He betrayed you, and now he's left you in the hands of monsters,â she says. She holds her hands on her hips. âYou must be the most gullible woman in the world.â
Your lips thin into a line. âOr youâre just stupid enough to leave a couple of hunters alone. You better damn hope he doesnât find Sam and Dean. Even when they donât know whatâs coming, they should be the stuff of your nightmares. But when theyâre prepared?â
You lick your dry lips and give Jenny a grim smile, with more confidence than you actually feel.
âSay goodbye to your family,â you say.
After a beat, Jenny smiles tightly and grabs your face. Her nails bite into your cheeks and make you wince. Â
âAll right, Nate. You can have a taste,â she says.
She steps to the side as one of the larger backup dancers in her little entourage draws near. Jenny wrenches your head back by your hair, so he can lean in and bite into your neck. Your scream reverberates on the barn walls.
Sam and Dean left the car parked closer to the main road. Theyâre prepared for anything as they trek through the woods, with silver bullets in their guns and machetes strapped to their belts, along with witch killing bullets in their pockets for good measure.Â
Sam has pinpointed not just an estimate of your location, but also those coordinates as a few minutes away by foot. With their long strides, they can hopefully reach you soon.
âWait,â Dean says, stopping his brother with a hand on his arm. âI hear something coming.â
Sam hears it too. Quick footsteps running on the crunch of dead leaves.
Carter comes stumbling from between the trees, out of breath, but still on the run while another man gains on him. When Carter sees Sam and Dean, his eyes widen with recognition.Â
âVampires!â he shouts at them.Â
The brothers immediately switch from guns to the machetes on their belts. Dean reaches the vampire first, but he ducks the initial swing of Deanâs blade. Itâs a quick scuffle, in which Sam manages to behead the creature. Blood sprays across Samâs chest as the body falls to the ground.
Deanâs angry gaze shifts to Carter, whoâs catching his breath. Dean doesnât give him a chance to recover when he grabs the man by his collar. He pins him up to the nearest tree, hard, and holds his blade up to Carterâs neck, even though the man raises his hands in surrender.
âAll right, all right!â Carter exlaims.
âWhere is she?â Dean demands.
âA nest of vamps, in a barn up and over the hill. They took her, theyâve got her,â Carter says.
Dean wars between processing that, and becoming fucking furious.
âYou left her there?!â he growls. Samâs face furrows as well in anger, though he watches his brother out of the corner of his eye.
âJust let me explain!â Carter says.Â
Dean tightens the edge of his machete against the other manâs throat.
âTalk fast,â he warns.
âTheyâre waiting for you and Sam,â Carter says. âThey nabbed me on account of you two assholes. Thatâs why they took her, so youâd have to come to them.â
Deanâs jaw locks. He glances at Sam, whoâs just as angry as him. Heâs just better at keeping a handle on it.
âSo wait, lemme get this straight,â Dean says, as he continues to put the pieces together in his mind. He tips the end of the machete towards Carterâs chest. âThey grabbed you up. So you called her, brought her into this, to save your own damn skin?â
Carter sighs harshly.Â
âLook, I know Iâm going to hell. But the longer we stand around here waiting for you to do mental math, the longer theyâve got her alone,â he says. âI managed to get free, but I didnât have time to get her out with me. So I left to find you.â
Dean's anger burns under his skin, but he lets Carter off the tree, just to turn him around and point the machete at his back. Itâs reminiscent of years past, when a far darker blade used to fit all too well in Dean's right hand.Â
âWalk,â he barks the order. âAny twitchy moves, and my Christmas comes early.â
You've slipped in and out of consciousness, but finally you garner the strength to blink your eyes awake. Jenny had been watching you up until a few minutes ago, giving you reprieve when she went into the back room to join her nest.Â
You heave a shaky sigh and wince at the pain emanating from your neck. You have a gaping bite wound that still oozes blood with every infinitesimal movement of your head.Â
Fuck. You really hate vampires.Â
You wonât bleed out, probably, but the situation isnât good. You have no idea if Carter will come back, or if Sam and Dean even know how to find you.Â
You try to remember that theyâre masters at the impossible, and this is certainly not the biggest challenge you three have ever faced. Hell, if you could survive getting dusted by God, then you can survive a nest of flea-bitten vamps.
Wincing with strain, you try to twist your wrists under this rope so you can start sawing at it with your little knife. All the while, your thoughts inevitably bring you back to Dean.
You regret snapping at him. Because his instincts were right, yet again. You had trusted Carter the slightest bit, and heâd proved to you, yet again, that he's an even bigger piece of shit than you took him for.Â
A door quietly creaks open, and youâre able to turn your head in that direction. Your eyes widen in surprise when you see Sam and Dean. Your breath escapes you.
And thatâs when Deanâs eyes lock on you. He hastens over to you first, with Sam following right behind. Carter comes in after them, but all you can focus on is Dean. Thereâs relief written across his furrowed face when he kneels beside you and immediately starts cutting at the ropes that bind your hands with his machete.Â
âHey, sweetheart,â he says, rushed, but purposeful when he meets your gaze. Â
âHey,â you whisper back, with a hint of a smile, despite your eyes that shine with both relief and unshed tears.
âYou okay?â he asks gruffly.Â
âYeah,â you reply, even if you donât entirely mean it.
Dean touches your cheek and wipes a tear there. He then tilts his head to take a better look at the glaring bite on your neck. He grimaces and lets out an angry exhale, his jaw clenching, but he finishes cutting through the ropes.Â
When your hands are finally free, you hiss in relief, rubbing some of the sting out of them. It allows you to reach for his face and bring him in for a quick, but hard kiss. And then another for good measure.
Dean accepts them, briefly savoring them with his eyes closed, but he has to shift his attention as he starts on the ropes around your ankles next.Â
Neither of you notice the way Carter looks away from the scene. He feels out of place, and even hides a thread of jealousy deep down.Â
Meanwhile, Sam keeps watch with his machete at the ready. He gestures at Carter to keep an eye on the stairs leading to the second floor while he watches the door to the back room.Â
When youâre completely free, Dean helps you stand. He steadies you with an arm around your waist when you sway a bit on your feet. Youâve lost enough blood that itâs a problem, but you assure him wordlessly that you just need a moment. Then, you give him a nod, and he starts to move with you towards the door.Â
But danger comesâjust not from upstairs or the back room.
The vampires swarm in from both entrances to the barn.Â
A fight ensues, in which Deanâs top priority is keeping you safe, and yours is making sure his blind spots are covered. Your main problem is that you donât have a weapon, and neither does Carter. He eventually gets beat down, while Sam and Dean are also overpowered, and youâre all but thrown to the ground.
Jenny comes in right as Carter and Dean are pinned down beside one another by three vampires.
âWaitâŠI know you,â Dean realizes. It takes him another moment, but soon heâs able to connect the familiar face with a name.
âJenny.â The name falls from his lips in wonder. Itâs been fifteen years, but he almost never forgets a face. He smirks, giving a cocky look to the vampires holding him down.
âWe tried to kill each other back in the day. Ainât that a bitch?â
âThatâs all you remember?â Jenny asks, raising a brow. âDo you remember Luther and Kate?â
Dean has to wrack his brain, but it does trigger a memory of how his dad shot Luther, a centuriesâ old vampire, with the Colt.
âWell, if I remember right, we left Kate alive,â he says, maintaining a cocky quirk of his brow. âEh, bit sloppy, but we were young. Whatâre ya gonna do?â
He notices you on the ground behind Kate. Youâre inching towards a scythe from the collection of rusty farming equipment that spans each corner of the barn. Slowly, your hand wraps around the farming tool.
Jennyâs face becomes grim, and even colored with pain.
âYeah, well, Kate got reckless. It wasnât long before another hunter found us. She saved me,â she says. âBut because of you, she lost the only man she ever loved. And I lost my sister.â
Jenny smiles, and itâs all fangs.
âSo today, I get dibs.â
With a short yell of strain, you heft the heavy scythe and behead Jenny.
The distraction gives Sam an opening to get ahold of his own dropped machete. He beheads one of the vampires thatâs holding Dean. He and Carter are then able to break free of the other two in order to keep fighting.
However, Nate, the vampire that bit you, is drawn to your scentâto the blood from your open wound. He sniffs the air, and his gaze finds you with a smirk.Â
He grabs your scythe, and with a force that stuns you, he twists it out of your grip and backhands you hard. You cry out and stumble to the ground. Before he can take advantage of it, Dean grabs the vampireâs arm and punches him.Â
Nate grapples with him, his larger frame and enhanced strength allowing him to push Dean back. The two are headed for a large wooden support beam. As you pick yourself up from the floor, you think you see something protruding from the beam. It sends up a flare in your subconscious.Â
So when Nate starts bulldozing Dean back like a linebacker, you use what strength you have to charge at the vampire. Your body collides with his side, and the two of you crash onto the dusty ground.Â
Dean falls hard against the beam, but he trips back at a lower angle. He cracks his head against the wood and slides down to the ground onto his seat. Heâs winded, probably half-concussed, but when he looks up and over his shoulder, he sees a long piece of rebar sticking out of the beam. He just barely missed it. Â
Well, fuck me, he thinks.Â
Nate elbows you off of him and knocks you onto the ground, where he grabs your hair and yanks your head to the side. You wince in pain as you struggle and push against his chest, but itâs no use. Heâs got you pinned. His fangs descend.
Until Dean takes hold of him by the shoulders and bodily hefts him off of you. It gives you a chance to breathe and scramble to your feet. Nate punches Dean solidly across his face, keeping him occupied.Â
You look around for any weapon you can use. You see a flash of silver on the ground a few feet away, and you realize itâs Deanâs forgotten machete. You attempt to get by the vampire to grab it, but Nate catches you with the edge of his backhand.Â
You stumble, though you donât entirely go down as you try to catch your breath. While Dean is trying to hold him back by his arm, Nate kicks you in the side, sending you crashing toward what looks like an old weedwhacker. Except, itâs mostly made of metal.
You fall onto it hard.
Meanwhile, Dean finally sees the machete he dropped. He picks it up and gives an instinctive, powerful swing. It decapitates Nate, and the large body falls to the ground with a heavy thump.
Dean heaves for breath afterward. He looks over and sees that Sam and Carter have finished up with the others.Â
Dean turns back to find you, and he notices that youâre still sprawled out against some farming tools.Â
âHey, you okay?â he asks. He goes to you and grabs your arm to help you up, but you stop him with a hiss.Â
âWait, wait, Dean,â you raise a hand at him.
You look up at him with panic in your eyes. You have a white-knuckle grip on an iron handle.
When you try to push your body up, Dean realizes, with no small amount of horror, that youâre stuck.
Youâve fallen straight onto a rusty, circular blade.Â
Dean immediately lowers to his knees beside you. His hand grips your shoulder.Â
âOh, God,â you utter. âI canât move.â
Dean takes maybe half a beat, before his brain kicks into high gear.Â
âSam!â he barks.Â
Hearing the urgency in his brotherâs voice, Sam rushes over on your other side. His eyes are wide when he realizes whatâs happening, but he meets Deanâs steely gaze.
Together they maneuver the saw in such a way that it allows you to raise up to your knees, despite your whimpers of pain. Already small streams of blood fall from your body and down the side of the blade.
Sam and Dean share a knowing look. They really shouldnât take out the blade until they get you to a hospital, but this tool is too damn big. Thereâs no way to stabilize you.
âOkay, itâs okayâŠweâre gonna have to take this out so we can get you to the car,â Dean says, rubbing a hand over his mouth. Itâs a nervous tick you know well. You nod in agreement, even though you know this is about to hurt like fucking hell.
Sam braces you from behind, while Dean takes the saw by the handle and carefully takes the blade out of your side. Your scream echoes horribly in the barn, making his jaw lock and his body tense up even more, but he carries through with his task. Once the blade is free, Dean tosses it away.Â
Sam lays you down and takes off his jacket and his outer layer of plaid, as does Dean. One of the shirts is bundled like packing, to press against your gaping wound, while the other flannel is used to keep it all tied tightly around your waist. Itâs white-hot agony all throughout the process, and you definitely black out for a few moments, your eyelids fluttering shut.
When you do come to, you try your best to contain your painâand work through the way your head is swimming toward falling into shock.Â
âItâs okay, sweetheart. We gotcha,â Dean murmurs. His hands work as quickly as possible while trying not to do more damage to your body.
All the while, Carter watches in worry.Â
Once youâre as wrapped up and stabilized as you can be, you, Sam, and Dean realize that both flannels are slowly being soaked with your blood. Dean wastes no time in positioning you in his arms. Sam helps him raise you off the ground, but Dean takes you fully and starts to carry you out of the barn. Sam opens the door for him and follows Deanâs lead, with Carter in tow.
You manage to raise your head enough to look up at Dean. He looks down on you, noting that your normally tan face is already far too pale. And still, the right side of your neck is bloody and raw.Â
âYouâre really gonna carry me all the way to the car?â you ask weakly.Â
âYou got a problem with that?â Dean retorts, with an attempt at a smile.Â
His voice is steady, but you see everything in his eyes. You see the depths of his worry, and his fear. For once, you donât know how to soothe him. You grab onto the front of his black undershirt and rest your head against his chest, just trying to keep your eyes open.Â
âYouâre gonna be fine, baby,â he says. âWe can fix this. Just stay with me, okay?â
You feel his lips press a quick kiss to your forehead.
You try your best to believe him.Â
AN: ...Well, sort of "fixed" it?
I know, I know, I'm sorry. đ«Ł But trust me, we're not done yet...
Next Time:
Deanâs heartbeat pounds in his ears.
By the time the four of you reach the Impala, youâre in a cold sweat, pale, and barely conscious. Dean unlocks the car and carefully seats you on one side of the backseat, while Sam hurries to the other side. He then helps guide you in as Dean maneuvers you into laying across the backseat. Samâs going to stay with you for the ride to the hospital.  Â
âWatch her head,â Dean warns, his tone sharp.Â
âI got her,â Sam assures. He holds you securely against his chest, with your head tucked under his chin.
Dean lets out an unsteady breath. When he turns around, Carterâs standing too close, peering at you anxiously.Â
âGet her to a hospitalââ he starts to say, but Deanâs blood-stained fist cuts off his words, cracking against his jaw.
Dean put all his strength into that one.
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Hii could u do a thigh riding fic for quinn pls?
âCan I?â Quinn Hughes
Best friend older brother!Quinn X innocent!reader
Summary: after your best friend jack cancels on movie night last minute you decided to invite his older brother Quinn insteadâŠ
A/n: this is a bit long but enjoy also sorry for the long wait I have some personal stuff going on!
Warnings: smut, thigh riding, praising, innocence kink, I think that it
Tags: @drysdalesv @hvghes @sunkissed-zegras
Setting up pillows, blankets, and snack in the living room for yours and jacks weekly movie night before your phone started ringing;
*incoming call from Jacky boyđ*
Picking your phone up to answer, barely get a word out before Jack starts rambling
âY/n Iâm so sorry I canât make it tonight, got a last minute call from Bauer they want me back at the rink tonightâ he huffed out, now just sitting in silent until you spoke up.
âJack I had everything all set up already, but thatâs okay Iâll just do a movie night to myselfâ You sighed moving to get comfortable on the couch waiting for jackâs responds.
âNo no no I donât want you to just be alone tonightâŠâ he paused half way through his sentence to think âQuinn staying at my place tonight maybe invite him over, I bet heâd be downâ he quickly spoke
âOkay i guess Iâll text himâ you spoke, put jack on speaking then clicking onto yours and Quinnâs messages
âhey I need to get going though, again Iâm sorry next week i promise Iâll be thereâ he rushed out, both of your said your goodbyes and loves yous before hanging up and continuing to text Quinn.
You donât even know what to text him, unknown to most but you had the biggest feelings for your best friend older brother and inviting him over would be the first time you guys have hungout alone without jack.
Y/n: hey jack canceled on me last minute, I already have everything set up for movie night if you wanna drive over and hangout
You sent the text letting out a nervous breath just staring at your phone shocked to see Quinn typing so fast.
Quinner đ«Ł: just us?
Looking at the text thinking to yourself âoh god he probably doesnât want to, Iâm definitely annoying himâ before texting him back
Y/n: yeaâŠ
Y/n: is that okay?
Tapping on the back of your phone anxiously waiting for his text back, few seconds later his notification pops up.
Quinner đ«Ł: yeah thatâs fine
Quinner đ«Ł: leaving now
You liked his messages while getting up and running to your room to change in spandex and a big tee, you were originally wearing old sweats and one of jack hoodies. You looked homeless before which is fine for jack to see but not Quinn.
-time skip 15 minutes later-
When Quinn had arrived, there was a short knock at the door followed by the ding of your phone. His contact name with a message notifying you that he was at your door. Slowly getting up from the couch and shaking off your nerves as your opened the door saying your hellos before inviting him inside.
âWhat movie do you wanna watchâ You shyly asked looking at him as you sat down on the opposite side of the couch from him
âI thought you would already have something pick out, um let me thinkâ he spoke as he jutted his hips forward getting comfortable, full manspread. Your face went red at the sight, he just looked too good in his grey sweats and black hoodie. Quinn cleared his throat causing you to snap out of your daze making your eyes instantly look at his, your face now even redder then before as he just caught you staring.
"Um usually Jack picks out what we watch" you softly spoke still flustered by the sight of Quinn. Quinn just let out a hum trying to think before scooting over closer to you and leaning over your small frame to grab the remote next to your head putting your faces just inches apart.
You just stared at him doe eyed completely speechless feeling very hot all over. you needed him and god he just looked so good, full manspread and his beautiful thighs on full display you were practically drooling at the sight. Quinn loved this just watching you eye-fuck him, it truly boosted his ego. He loved the way you were so innocent about it just becoming a flustered mess, he had such an effect on you it drove him crazy.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours mhmâ Quinn spoke snapping you out of your thoughts making your cheeks flushed at the pet name, also the fact he had caught you staring twice now.
âUm nothing, did you find a movieâ you quickly spoke changed the subject this made Quinn laugh, he knew what you wanted he just wanted you to say it.
âYeah, Friends With Benefits?â Quinn questioned cocking his eyebrow up while looking at you.
âUm yeah put that onâ you spoke not daring to take your eyes off the screen in front of you as you felt Quinnâs eyes roaming over all your exposed skin, your skin felt on fire with his lustful gaze.
Quinn started the movie finally taking his eyes off of you while you both just watched in silence. Your body had finally calmed down after 15 minutes until a sex scene came on causing you to become hot again, clenching your thighs together and your mind racing with thoughts about the older Hughes brother that sat across the couch from you. Quinn took notice to this, watching you as you clenched your thighs together every couple of seconds as loud moans played through the tv speakers.
âQuinn can you pass me a blanket pleaseâ you quietly spoke, you just needed to cover up from Quinn gaze you could practically feel him undressing you with his eyes.
âYou know Iâm pretty cold too and there only one ou-â Quinn spoke before getting interrupted
âIâll just go grab anotherâ you said quickly standing about to walk pass Quinn to your room before Quinn grabbed your waist pulling you into his lap causing you to gasp.
âWe can just share, you comfy?â Quinn whispered in your ear, his lips brushing over your cheek sending chills down your spine. You let out a little âyeahâ before moving your hips to get comfortable in his hold causing his grip to tighten on your waist as he let out a small grunt.
âPlease stay stillâ he groaned out as your shift your hips once more finally getting comfortable also letting out a small âsorryâ. The groan that left his mouth made your core throb, clenching your thigh together to relieve some of the neediness of your pussy. You were quickly snapped out if your needy thought at the feeling of Quinn growing hard beneath you causing your face to grow bright red.
âYour in control pretty girl, tell me to stop and I willâ he rasped out kissing down your neck, marking you up causing breathy moans to leave your lips feeling his beard scratch against your neck. The movie had been completely forgotten about, now just playing in the background
âTurn around for me babyâ Quinn whispered kissing your sweet spot before you got up sitting back down, now straddling one of his thick thighs moaning out at the feeling of your clothed clit against his grey sweats.
âIs this okayâ Quinn spoke cupping your face into his hands making you look at him, you nodded your head not trusting your words in that moment causing Quinn to smirk.
âI need words beautifulâ he said moving his hands from your face to your hips gripping them harshly.
âI- um yeah I just donât really know what to doâ you shyly spoke looking away from Quinnâs eyes in embarrassment. Quinn let out a slight chuckle cupping your chin with his hand turning you to look at him again before kissing you hard.
âThatâs okay princess, just tell me what you needâ Quinn spoke brushing his lips against your jaw line to your ear before kissing right below it. Quinn gently gripped your hips slowly rocking you against him causing you to moan out holding onto Quinn.
âI need to feel you pleaseâ you whimpered out, Quinn pulled you off of him stripping himself of his sweats and boxers looking up at you for your consent before pulling your spandex and panties down in one go.
âOh sweet girl your drippingâ he mocked you making you blush in embarrassment. Quinn slipped one of his finger between your folds barely grazing over your clit making you whimper out, slipping his finger into his mouth moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. Your knees almost buckled at the sight.
âTaste so good, so fuckin goodâ he said to himself almost like you werenât there
âWanna ride my thigh baby mh? Youâve been looking at them all nightâ Quinn spoke grabbing your hips once more dragging you down onto his thigh, Quinn groaned at the feeling of your wet cunt on his thigh slowly starting to rock you against him. Quinn swore heâd never heard anything prettier then the little whimpers leaving your pillowy lips as he rocked you fast despite for you to make a mess all over. Quinn abs tensed at the feeling of your delicate fingers gliding down them under his hoodie stopping right above his throbbing cock.
âCan I?â You questioned looking up at Quinn doe eyed, Quinn just nodded his head. Hesitantly you grabbed his hard dick leaking with pre Cum as swiping your thumb over his slit spreading it all over before slow jerking him.
âSo so so good for me babyâ he groaned throwing his head back, his grip on you tightened grinding your faster on his thigh as he starts to bounce his foot making pleasure shoot through you.
âOh fuck Quinn, please donât stop Iâm so close f-fuckâ you moaned out completely stopping your movement on his cock as you began to tremble letting out a scream of his name cumming all over over him. Taking a breathe before looking up at Quinn and kissing his slightly chapped lips.
âThatâs my good girlâ Quinn softly spoke while brushing the hair out of your face. Quinn massaged your hips and thighs as you just laid against his chest listening to his heart beat basking in the pleasurable silence between you two before you quietly mumbled something.
âWhat was that baby, I need you to speak up loveâ Quinn spoke pinching your chin between his fingers forcing you to look at him.
âWanna ride youâ you whispered barely getting your words out as you looked away from his hungry graze, your cheeks turning pink in embarrassment.
âWanna be full of me mh?â Quinn smirked grabbing your hips helping you hover over his cock before you sunk down on him, both of you letting out loud moans at the feeling of eachother.
âSo big, so fullâ you whimpered, Quinnâs long cock filled you to the brim hitting places you could never reach with your fingers. Slowly beginning to rock against him
âDo you trust me pretty girlâ Quinn questioned as he helped guide your hips against his. Not trusting your words you just nodded your head leaning forward against his chest.
âI need words baby, wordsâ Quinn rasped out running his hands up and down your back before reaching down and harshly grabbing your ass forcing a moan out of you
âYes I trust youâ you whimpered into his ear running your hand through the hair on the back of his head tugging it lightly making Quinn groan
âGonna make you feel so fucking goodâ Quinn spoke before holding you close to his chest his arms locked around your waist thrusting himself up deep inside you, he was losing himself in you
âQuinn!â You scream out of shock pleasure coursing through your veins as he constantly hit your g spot over and over again, gripping the back of his head and kissing down his neck to conceal your moans as the pleasure became to much.
âCome on baby I know your closeâ Quinn groaned speeding up his thrust moving one of his hands to rub tight circles on your clit
âFuck oh my, Iâm gonna Cum pleaseâ you screamed holding onto Quinn for dear life as the most powerful orgasm washes over leaving your legs shaking as Quinn kept thrusting into close to cumming
âQuinn I cant it too muchâ you whimpered trying to push away as Quinn thrust became sloppy
âI know I know Iâm almost there pretty girlâ Quinn spoke letting out a loud moan before spilling inside of you releasing his tight grip on you. Quinn pulled you off of him before standing and grabbing a towel to clean you up quickly returning, he squatted down in front of you slowly kissing from your ankle to the inside of your thigh stopping occasionally to praise you for being such a good girl while gently wiping the mess between your legs. He then picked you up carefully laying you in bed as you were practically almost asleep before laying down next to you pulling you into his side and kissing your head.
âGoodnight my sweet girlâ he softly spoke before passing out.
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trucker prince charming (part 2)
pairing: trucker!jake jensen x sex worker!female reader
summary: you take your favorite trucker up on his offer to meet him at his rig after you finish your shift at the strip club where you workâand it's better than you imagined, which means you're in trouble.
warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, condom discussion, dry humping, marking/hickeys, finger sucking, begging, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (kitten), sex worker insecurities, referenced glory hole sex, referenced abuse of power, love confession, a lot of emotionsâlet me know if i missed something!
word count: 9.5k
a/n: god i hope this chapter works đ«Ł i struggled with it a bit, to make reader's reluctance consistent and believable. but i also wanted to to be like super romantic, so yeah, i hope it is!!! ahhh ok please enjoy more trucker jakeâi hope y'all love him as much as i do!!!
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Excitement and fear roiled in the pit of your stomach, making you feel slightly queasy as you shoved your cash tips from the night into your purse in the back room of Diesel Dolls. In fact, you were trembling so hard, if youâd been wearing a pair of the sky high heels you wore when you worked the stage, youâd be worried about breaking an ankle. But your thoughts were elsewhere, on the trucker who was absolutely not your prince charming.Â
As you gathered your things, all you could think about was your favorite trucker who visited you often in the glory holes at the back of the club. Jake Jensen was everything you shouldnât want. He was one of Diesel Dollsâ most reliable regulars, always stopping by the glory holes when he passed by on the interstateâthough, ever since heâd started coming to you, you were the only one heâd let take care of him.
Still, his status as a regular made any kind of outside relationship with him strictly off-limits according to the owner of the club, Mr. Ransom Drysdale.Â
Mr. Drysdale didnât take kindly to girls who formed relationships with his trucker clientele outside the club, he said it was too much of a risk of the girl stealing his business. And if Mr. Drysdale suspected anything, he was known for his harsh, humiliating punishments. He wouldnât fire you if he found out you were planning to meet up with Jake after your shift, but heâd find a creative way for you to regret it.
Even with that thought in your mind, you couldnât get Jakeâs parting words out of your head. You kept hearing his friendly, sweet and deliciously deep voice saying to you, âIâm sleeping in my rig tonightâŠin case you wanna stop by.âÂ
Those had been the final words heâd spoken to you when heâd come to your spot at the glory holes earlier that evening, but heâd left before you could respond to the obvious offer. A part of you was grateful he hadnât demanded an answer from you in the moment, since it meant you could think it over without any pressure from him. But it also meant that, hours later, you were still uncertain about what you were going to do.Â
You were still debating it with yourself when you threw on a long jacket to cover the skimpy tank top and shorts you wore when working the glory holes, and walked out the back door of Diesel Dolls. There, you stopped short.Â
In your preoccupation with Jake, youâd forgotten what to expect when leaving the club. A few of the other girls lingered outside smoking cigarettes and chatting with the security guards tasked with walking you and your coworkers to your cars. There was a bite of chill in the air that had you wrapping your coat tighter around your body while you wavered in indecision, the audience making you more anxious about what to do.
âNeed a cig, girl?â asked Crystal, one of the girls that had been working at Diesel Dolls even longer than you. She held out her pack to you, her own cigarette pinched between two fingers, the smoke trailing up toward the late night sky. Her eyes were sharp as they watched you, even if her open expression seemed to be nice.
You gave Crystal a tight smile and shook your head, muttering, âNo thanks.â You could feel Crystalâs eyes on you as you took two steps into the parking lot, which made the fear in your chest burn brighter than the excitement Jakeâs offer had inspired.
Crystal liked to make herself out to be the motherly one of the bunch who worked at the club, the kind who would give advice to the new girls and commiserate with those whoâd been working at Diesel Dolls too long. But youâd noticed the way things that seemed to only be said to Crystal had a way of getting back to Mr. Drysdale. That was enough to have your shoulders bunching up around your ears.
Crystal was the last person you wanted to see you walking to Jakeâs truck. But you didnât want to give up on him yet. Youâd known Jake for a couple months while heâd been frequenting your glory hole, and you were so desperately curious about him, that you didnât want to pass up on the opportunity. So you pulled out your phone and pretended to be texting someone while you hoped the group outside the back door dispersed.
Thankfully, they all seemed to finish up soon enough and Crystal went back inside while the security guards split up to walk the other girls to their cars. You waved them off when they offered to walk you as well, claiming you had a ride coming and waited until they rounded the side of the building to where most of the girls parked their cars.
For a brief moment, you were alone with nothing but the clear night air and your thoughts. You knew it was a bad idea to go to Jake, but the pull you felt to him was too strong. It was bound to get you into some kind of trouble, whether with Mr. Drysdale or something you couldnât even anticipate. You typically prided yourself in having a great deal of sense, but everything about your favorite trucker made you want to act like you didnât have any.Â
Before youâd even fully made up your mind, your feet began to carry you in the direction you knew youâd be able to find him. For once, your heart seemed to be making the decisions and though your brain was still listing all the ways in which things could go wrongâJake could be horrid in person, or he could fuck you and go around the club bragging about itâthey didnât seem as important as finally finding out what it would feel like to fall into your favorite truckerâs arms.Â
Diesel Dolls had a small parking lot in front and to one side of the building, but on the other side, there was a much bigger parking lot that the strip club shared with Everettâs Roadhouse. It was big enough to accommodate all the truckers and their rigs who frequented both the club and the bar. It also had special permissions that allowed the truckers to sleep there over night.Â
It was to this parking lot that your feet carried you.Â
You breathed a sigh of relief when you were swallowed up by the shadows of the massive trucks in the parking lot, your soft exhale masking the sound of the back door of Diesel Dolls closing. You didnât hear it, though, because you were too focused on looking for the truck Jake had described to you.
Turning a corner around a big white rig, you spotted the truck that could only belong to your favorite trucker. And standing in front of it, leaning against the grill at the front, was a man. Your heart leapt in your chest as you realized it could only be him. Your favorite trucker. Your Jakey.Â
Your breath caught in your throat and your feet stumbled to a stop. He hadnât noticed you yet, and you took the moment to look him over, greedily raking your eyes down his body while he stared at something on his phone.Â
Jake looked tall, even from the little bit of distance between you, with broad shoulders that filled out the bright green t-shirt he wore, which had some kind of graphic printed on the front. His jeans were a basic blue denim that fit him a little snugly, and he wore work boots that were kicking idly at the pavement of the parking lot, like he was struggling to be patient.
But what caught your attention the most about Jake was his face. You were a little surprised to discover that Jake wore glasses, but that was maybe because youâd never seen another trucker who wore them. You stared at his side profile for a long time, appreciating his strong jaw accented by the goatee framing his soft mouth. His dark hair lightened at the spiky tips, and for some reason, you found yourself craving to touch it, to run your hands through it.
All at once, you realized youâd been right about Jakeâhe was cute. And not just cute, he was fucking hot. Youâd never seen a man who could pull off both, but your favorite trucker managed it.Â
Your heart thudded in your chest and if youâd been thinking with anything but your heart, youâd have been worried about your reaction to the man who you knew you couldnât be with. But you were only admiring your favorite trucker and thinking about how cute he looked waiting for you.
You didnât realize youâd been slowly drifting closer to Jake until he straightened suddenly, and looked straight at you. Your breath froze in your lungs when you met his gaze, startling at the bright blue of his eyes, even shadowed as they were in the dim light of the parking lot. Your feet came to an abrupt stop and you waited anxiously while Jake took his own inspection of you, hoping desperately that he wouldnât find you lacking.
But there was no long perusal of your body, only brief moment when eh let his gaze drop to your lips before he caught your eye again. A charmingly friendly grin spread across his handsome face, excitement rolling off him in waves that made you feel giddy.
âKitten?â he asked, a little hesitantly. Almost like he was a little shy.Â
If you hadnât already been certain the man was Jake, his voice wouldâve convinced you. It was warm and pleasantly deep, sending a delicious shiver of recognition down your spine, heat blooming in the depth of your core. A small, tentative smile curved the edges of your mouth as you walked closer to your favorite trucker, noticing that he stayed near his truck and let you come to him.Â
âJake,â you said, his name gusting past your lips in an awed exhale. He looked even more handsome up close, and your eyes couldnât stop taking in the lines and curves of his face. You didnât think youâd ever get enough of simply looking at him.
âYou came.â He stated the obvious, his voice low and gruff with an emotion that tugged at something deep inside your chest. You were drawn in closer to your favorite trucker by some invisible tether that seemed to connect the two of you. So wrapped up in the moment, you didnât even question why you felt so deeply for a man you were only truly meeting for the first time.
You came to a stop right in front of Jake, close enough you had to tilt your head back to hold his gazeâclose enough you could feel the heat of him in the chilly night air. You wanted to press even closer and wrap yourself around the big, broad man, but you held yourself back, suddenly unsure how to act without a wall of plywood between you.Â
âYouâre cuter than I imagined,â you said, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them, amazement making your voice breathy.
But as soon as the words registered in your mind, you winced and pressed a hand over your mouth. You were about to apologize for the backhanded compliment when Jake laughed huskily, a little bit of pink tinging his cheeks, which only made him look even cuter.
âYa think Iâm cute, kitten?â he asked, his fingers reaching out and brushing against yours, electricity zinging through your body at just that brief touch.Â
Your breath hitched as your body went haywire, desire flooding through your veins and making you sway into your favorite trucker. Jake seemed to notice your reaction because a grin spread across his face and he tangled his fingers with yours while he kept talking.
âNot hot, or sexyâor studly?â His voice went much deeper on that last word to emphasize it, and you couldnât help the startled giggle that fled from your lips. Youâd suspected Jake was funny, and you were delighted to discover you were right about that too.
Jake used the moment when your guard was down to pull you into his arms, where you landed against his chest with a small huff of surprise. Immediately, your laughter died in your throat and you stared up into Jakeâs eyes while he watched you with a pleased smile curling the edges of his mouth.
The thought came to you suddenly: You could fall in love with Jake Jensen. In fact, you knew, somehow, that it would be as easy as breathing to fall in love with Jake. A small part of you even thought you already were falling in love with your favorite trucker.Â
But as soon as you had those thoughts, you pushed them away, the fear youâd felt earlier rearing its ugly head. You couldnât fall in love with Jake, not when you knew youâd never be able to be with him in the way you wanted. Developing feelings for him would only lead to getting hurt and you didnât think youâd survive the kind of hurt falling love with Jake would lead to. So you forced yourself not to think about it.
Instead, you let yourself act on instinct. You reached up and traced your fingertips gently down the side of Jakeâs face, your touch so light you werenât sure if he could even feel it. But when you got to the plump curve of his lower lip, he sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes darkening as he stared down at you so intensely, your hand fell away to fist in the soft cotton of his t-shirt.
âI donât meet a lot of cute guys in my line of work,â you whispered, the words part explanation, part distraction from the way Jake was looking at you like he planned to grab you and kiss you and never let you go. âItâsâŠâ you trailed off, not knowing where you were going with that thought.
No, that was a lie, you knew exactly where you were going, you just got scared to continue it. But Jake was patient, and he waited, his gaze expectant, and you discovered you didnât want to let him downâeither with an attempt to change the subject or with a lie.
âItâs amazing,â you said, so softly, you werenât sure heâd be able to hear. âYouâre amazing, Jakey.â Your eyes fell to his lips, looking so soft and inviting. Your favorite truckerâs mouth was so tempting, and you knew youâd never be the same once he kissed you, which scared you more than a little, your heart thudding almost painfully in your chest.
Thankfully, Jake was brave enough for the both of you.Â
His arms wound around your waist, knees bending to wrap you up in his hold and haul you up close to his chest, so you were left standing on tiptoes and staring up into his beautiful blue eyes. He lowered his face until your mouths were so close, you could taste the sharp mint of his breath on your tongue, but he didnât close the distance.Â
Your heart was racing with excitement and a little bit of fear, and you could feel Jakeâs arousal through your clothes, but the tension of the moment was delicious and you didnât mind if Jake wanted to take things a little slow. At least, for the moment.
âFuck, kitten,â he rumbled, collapsing back against the grill of his truck while he stared at you with amazement in his blue eyes. âIâll take cute as a compliment if youâre the one saying it,â he said, his voice pitched low and earnest. Your fingers twisted in his shirt, clinging to him as you watched the edges of his mouth curve into a grin. âHell, you can call me a cute little pup and Iâll roll over so you can pet my belly.â
Jakeâs arms squeezed you tightly, holding you pinned to his chest, and a distant part of you was surprised by the fact that you didnât feel trapped by him. You felt impossibly giddy with happiness and excitement, warmth curling pleasantly through your body as you pressed tighter against him, feeling his hard cock digging into your stomach. He was so eager for you, and it was so hot because you wanted him just as badly, but you couldnât help teasing him a little.
âI think puppy wants something more than belly rubs,â you murmured, a smirk curling your lips. You lifted one of your feet to rest on the grill of Jakeâs truck, opening your legs to grind your core against his bulge, wringing a groan out of him, his hands fisting in the jacket at your back.Â
âMm, you feel so fucking good,â he rumbled in a husky voice, then paused, pulling back enough to catch your eye. He wore an adorably confused expression. âHang on, are you calling me or my dick âpuppyâ?â
Jakeâs question startled you so much, laughter burst free from your mouth unbidden; you had to tip your head back and close your eyes to let it loose. It was the hardest youâd laughed in a very long time, your body shaking in Jakeâs arms and tears springing to the corners of your eyes.Â
You could feel Jake chuckling right along with you, but when you finally sobered, heâd quieted and was simply looking at you, an emotion in his eyes that was so deep and terrifying it nearly stole all the breath from your lungs.
âYou have the best laugh,â Jake muttered seconds before his mouth descended on yours, capturing your lips in a kiss.Â
Your first kiss with Jake was everything youâd dreamed it would be, your body lighting up and your mind going blank in a combination of delight and arousal. His mouth was warm and soft on yours, the bristles of his goatee tickling your cheeks as your mouths slid together. A giggle rose in your throat and your mouth curved in a smile as giddiness flooded through you.Â
Then Jake shifted his arms, one hand coming up to cradle your head while the other remained banded around your lower back, holding you exactly where he wanted you. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips and coaxing a moan from you as he explored the depths of your mouth. Jakeâs kiss was heady and all-consuming and you never wanted it to endâyou wanted to kiss him forever and ever and ever.
By the time Jake pulled away, your lungs were burning for air and you were left panting, dragging in as much oxygen as you could. He seemed to be in much the same predicament, his chest expanding where you were draped against it, his heart beating wildly beneath where your fingers were clinging to his t-shirt.
âSo, you got a bed in that big rig of yours,â you managed to ask, in between panting breaths. âOr are you planning to fuck me right here against your truck?â A cheeky grin curved your lips and you ground your core against Jake again for good measure, making his eyes go dazed and dark. His hands grabbed your ass and held you tight against his bulge while he seemed to freeze.Â
For a long moment, Jake just stared at you like his brain had short-circuited, and your grin widened at the realization that youâd somehow managed to render your favorite trucker speechless. Then, all of a sudden, he seemed to come back online and he shook his head as if to clear his thoughts.Â
Tangling his fingers with yours, Jake led you around to the driverâs side of his rig and opened the door, helping you up into the cab. You took a quick, cursory look around the inside of Jakeâs truck as you moved directly into the backseat, where there was a soft cot covered in a haphazard pile of blankets. The bed was messy and unkempt in a way that made you smile because it just seemed so much like Jake.
Looking around, you noted that the truck cab was warm, and a little cluttered, but cozy in its own way. Youâd never actually seen the inside of a long-haul truck despite servicing countless drivers at Diesel Dolls, but everything looked so high tech, you wouldâve thought you were in the cockpit of a spaceship. All the dials and controls on the dashboard gave off a soft blue light, including some of the panels in the backseat around Jakeâs bed.Â
When you looked closer, there appeared to be a gaming system and TV rigged up in the back, and you smiled again, imagining your favorite trucker spending his spare time gaming by himself. You couldnât help the way your mind wandered, wondering if Jake might be interested in letting you keep his cock warm while he played his gamesâŠ
You were distracted from that thought by Jake hauling himself into the driverâs seat and shutting the door behind him. He had a determined look on his face while he locked the truckâs doors, checking to make sure the space was secure before he turned to you in the backseat. The corner of your mouth kicked up in a sultry grin and you leaned back on your hands, pushing your tits out as your jacket parted, revealing the tiny crop top and shorts you wore beneath it.
In the privacy of his truck, Jake let his eyes wander down your body, lingering on the way your nipples pushed through the thin cotton of your shirt. They tightened further under the intensity of his gaze, and your lips parted in a gasping breath as heat blazed between your thighs.Â
But Jakeâs eyes were already moving on, his gaze roving over the curves of your waist and hips and down to the plush softness of your thighs. You could almost feel his gaze like a lingering touch as he looked at your body properly for the first time. If youâd had a chance to feel at all insecure about whether heâd like your curves, the way Jakeâs pupils blew wide with lust wouldâve quelled it.Â
Jake spent long moments simply looking at you and, after youâd taken your own moment to get your fill of him before heâd noticed you in the parking lot, you tried to be patient. But the way your body was responding to just Jakeâs eyes on you made you squirm on the bed, your thighs falling open of their own accord in a wordless offering for your favorite trucker. Finally, your impatience won out.
âNow that youâve got me in your truck,â you murmured in a husky purr, smiling seductively when Jakeâs eyes met yours again. âWhat do you plan on doing with me?â You shifted your shoulders, letting your jacket slip down your arms in a way that you hoped was enticing enough to make him want to rip it off you entirely.
Jakeâs eyes darted to your bare shoulders then back to your face before he moved from his seat, prowling toward you in a way that looked more predatory than you wouldâve expected from your sweet and friendly trucker. The intensity of his gaze on you sent a thrill through your body that only heightened as he eased closer, his hands sliding beneath your jacket to grab your hips roughly.Â
Holding your gaze captive with his own, Jake eased you down onto your back until you were laying in his bed, his big body covering yours. Your lungs were struggling for air, little panting breaths slipping past your lips as you followed Jakeâs lead, a part of you surprised by how easy it was to give in to your favorite truckerâs whims. But you trusted himâyou trusted him in a way that was probably unwise, and it occurred to you yet again that being with your trucker could lead to serious trouble for you.
But then you were laying down in Jakeâs soft bed, his broad shoulders and beautiful blue eyes blocking out the rest of the world, and your worries miraculously fadedâhelped by the fact that Jake decided to finally answer your question.
âIâve thought about this so many times, kitten,â Jake rasped, his tone raw with emotion that had your heart racing in your chest.
There was a vulnerability in Jakeâs words, and you couldnât help but reach for him, cupping his handsome face in your hands. A soft smile played at the edges of your mouth, but it deepened when Jake leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed while he nuzzled into your palms. It took a moment for him to gather his thoughts enough to continue.Â
âIâve thought about getting you in my bed so many times, I can barely believe this is real,â Jake mumbled, the words sounding like they were wrenched straight from his heart. You could feel your own heart thump in response, a little bit of fear trickling through your body that you decided to ignore. âI plan to do everything with you kitten,â Jake murmured, opening his eyes and pinning you with his fervent gaze. âBut most of all, I plan to keep you.â
Your breath froze in your lungs at Jakeâs pronouncement, and fear flooded your heart. It was on the tip of your tongue to tell Jake it was impossibleâhe couldnât keep you, not while you still worked at Diesel Dolls. Not while Mr. Drysdale still owned you.
Your entire livelihood was dependent on Mr. Drysdale and Diesel Dolls. He was the only one whoâd hired you when youâd come to town. And, despite all his faults, Mr. Drysdale paid wellâwell enough that you could support yourself. If Jake jeopardized your job at Diesel Dolls, youâd have to become dependent on him to take care of you, and you didnât know yet if he was the kind of man whoâd do that, though the part of you that was falling love with him told you that he would.
It surprised youâand scared youâhow much you wanted to give your heart and soul and everything to Jake. You yearned for him in a way you never had for any other man. You felt almost desperate for your favorite trucker to be true to his word, to keep you and take care of you and make you his in every possible way.Â
But you had too much sense to let yourself fall into Jakeâs arms completely just yet. So you reminded yourself that your life was not a fairytale, and Jake wasnât your prince charming. No matter how much you might want him to be. Jake was a trucker, and if you knew one thing about truckers, it was that eventually, they always leave. It wasnât worth risking your entire life for the chance of a happily ever after with him, even if your heart yearned for it.
So, while you wanted to believe Jake meant what he saidâthat he was going to keep youâyou simply couldnât allow yourself to. But that didnât mean you couldnât enjoy the time you had with him, no matter how brief it would have to be. Pulling him down for a soft kiss, you murmured against his lips.
âDo anything you want with me,â you whispered, eagerly giving your body to your favorite trucker, even as you held back from giving him your heart. âWanna feel your cock inside me so bad, please, Jake,â you begged, muffling a whimper as you kissed his jaw. Â
If Jake knew you were holding part of yourself back, he didnât show it. Instead, he captured your lips in a fierce kiss, his hands roaming all over your body, ripping off your jacket and tossing it into the front seat. As his tongue plunged into your mouth, he tugged off the rest of your clothes, leaving you bare beneath him before he pulled away to yank his shirt off over his head.
The movement knocked Jakeâs glasses askew and you giggled at the sight of him, leaning up to nip at his jaw to stop yourself from calling him cute again. He huffed an impatient laugh and took his glasses off, tucking them into a compartment above your head.Â
Even in the dim light of the backseat, Jake was still so attractive it took your breath away just looking at him. You couldnât help yourself from pulling his face close to yours so you could kiss him sweetly.Â
âSo handsome, Jakey,â you murmured against his mouth, wanting so badly to tell him how much you liked him. You settled for wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your bare core against the bulge in his jeans. âLook so fucking hot with glasses,â you said, pausing only to kiss him again before continuing, âand just as hot without them.â
Jake chuckled huskily, his hips pressing into yours to grind his bulge against your cunt, making you gasp while he kissed along your jaw. âWhat happened to calling me cute?â he murmured teasingly, nipping at the lobe of your ear and laughing again when you squirmed beneath him.
âYouâre still cute,â you admitted on a gasp, humping against Jake from under his large body, trying desperately to get the friction you needed against your sopping wet pussy. âAnd handsome and hot andâgod youâre everything, Jakey,â you cried, your desire driving you to grind harder against him, your body writhing like a cat in heat. âI need you, please!â
âAlright, alright,â Jake rumbled placatingly, easing your hips back down against the bed and untangling your legs from around his hips so he could undo his jeans.Â
The loss of contact made you whine impatiently, and if need wasnât blazing through you so hotly you wouldâve wondered about what Jake had reduced you toâa needy creature so desperate for him that you were whiningâbut you didnât care, you just wanted him. Jake kissed your cheek to mollify you while he fumbled with his jeans.
âFuck, kitten,â he rasped, pressing his forehead to yours and taking a deep breath to settle his shaking hands. âIâve never met a woman who wanted me so bad.â
An anger you didnât want to analyze too closely surged through your body at Jakeâs statement. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you buried your hands in his hair and pressed hot kisses to his cheeks, his temple, his forehead, anywhere you could reach.
âAll the women youâve met are fucking idiots then,â you snarled, tugging Jakeâs head to the side so you could kiss down the strong column of his neck. It wasnât like you to say such things about other women, but you couldnât even fathom not wanting Jake with a desperation that clawed through your body. Before you could stop yourself, your lips latched onto Jakeâs neck and you began sucking on his skin, intent on leaving your mark on your favorite trucker.
âFuck, jesus fuck,â Jake groaned, shuddering at the feeling of you sucking on his neck. His hands were shaking again, but he managed to push his jeans and boxers down, kicking them off as fast as he could manage in the tight confines of the backseat.Â
Then, finally, his cock was free, and you reached for it eagerly with a familiarity that came from sucking him off so many times in the glory holes at Diesel Dolls. You stroked him with an eagerness like greeting an old friend, reacquainting yourself with the part of Jakeâs body you knew best. His cock was just as perfect as always and all the desires youâd felt earlier that night came rushing back.
âWanna worship your cock with my mouth, Jakey,â you murmured in his ear, your fingers stroking his stiff length slowly, teasingly, pausing briefly to smack your pussy with the tip and making both of your groan in pleasure. âYou have the most perfect cock Iâve ever seen,â you confessed in a breathy whisper, your lips pressing kisses to Jakeâs neck just beneath his ear. âI wanna kiss you and lick you and suck you and make out with your balls, Jakey, god, I could spend hours just playing with your cock.â
Jakeâs full body shuddered again, and you smirked against his neck, breathing in the fresh, clean scent of your favorite trucker and feeling yourself get wetter for him. But then Jake was pushing up and tilting his face to yours, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that stole your breath and stilled your hand.
âYou have the hottest mouth, kitten,â Jake murmured when he pulled away, his hand cupping your cheek and dragging his thumb over your lower lip.Â
You sucked his finger into your mouth and bobbed your head a little while staring up at him, hoping heâd see how eager you were and let you move down his body and worship him the way he deserved.
Instead, Jakeâs other hand knocked yours away from his cock, fisting himself while you whined and pouted around his thumb. He chuckled, removing his thumb from your mouth so he could kiss you again.
âYou can suck me off another time,â he promised, rubbing the tip of his dick between your soaked folds and making you shiver beneath him. âI gotta feel your cunt or Iâm gonna go fucking crazy.â His voice lowered to a deep rumble, his words only turning you on more, as impossible as that seemed. âGotta know if your pussy feels as good as Iâve always imagined.â
âJakey, please,â you cried breathlessly, digging your knees into his sides and tilting your hips up to try to take his cock into your weeping hole. âNeed you, need you,â you mumbled, humping against the tip of Jakeâs dick, until a thought crashed into your mind.Â
Youâd never fucked anyoneâat Diesel Dolls or in your personal lifeâwithout a condom. And youâd never forgotten to ask your partner to put one on. But youâd been about to take Jakeâs bare cock into your unprotected cunt without even a second thought.Â
It was chilling to realize just how much Jake affected you. You froze, your body tensing and pulling away as much as you could when you were laying beneath Jake in the small cot in the backseat of his truck.
Immediately, Jake took notice of your retreat, and he paused above you.
âWhatâs wrong?â he asked worriedly, pushing up on his arms so he could see your face fully. There was so much concern in his expression that you had to look away, reflexively shying away from the emotion in his gaze. You stared at his shoulder as you asked a question of your own.
âDo you want to use a condom?â you asked, forcing out the words in a rush, hoping Jake didnât hear the insecurity in your voice. You knew some men thought you were âdirtyâ because of your professionâyouâd had more than enough of them say as much to your faceâso you wanted to give Jake the option in case he later regretted not using protection with you.Â
The part of you that liked Jake (which was growing by the minute), wanted to believe he didnât think that way about you. After all, heâd met you in the glory holes at the back of Diesel Dolls, and had made you feel safe and respected even when there was a plywood wall between you. But you knew too well from experience that even if a man knew what you did for work, even if heâd visited you at Diesel Dolls, he might still secretly think of you in a certain way.
So you held your breath, cautious hope in your heart as you waited for Jakeâs response to your question.Â
He blinked once, then twice, his lips parted and his expression adorably confused while he processed your words. He even glanced down your bodies to see his bare cock resting against your pussy, and you werenât certain what was going through his head, but you desperately wanted to know. When his gaze met yours again, he still looked concerned.
âDo you want to use a condom, kitten?â Jake asked, an anxious note in his tone. âBecause Iâll find one if you do.â His eyes searched yours, but you were too stunned to respond because youâd realized something. Something life-altering.
Jake was the only man who ever asked you what you wanted.Â
Maybe there had been others, long ago, before Diesel Dolls, but if there were, you couldnât remember them. Jake was the first man in a long time to ask you what you wanted to do, if you wanted to use a condom. An overwhelming and terrifying emotion surged through your body, tying your tongue and rendering you speechless.Â
Thankfully, Jakeâs anxiousness at your silence prompted him to keep talking. He dropped his voice low, his expression going serious as he stared into your eyes.Â
âIf you want to know what I want, I thought I made myself clear earlier,â he rumbled, working his hips in tiny little circles that had his hard length slipping between your drenched folds and grinding lightly against your clit. âI donât want anything between usâI want all of you, including your hot cunt wrapped around my bare cock.âÂ
A gasp fell from your lips as you tossed your head back, your eyes squeezing shut to quell the tears that were threatening to spill down your cheeks. âJakey, yes, I want itâplease,â you moaned in a broken, hoarse voice. Heat rose to your cheeks and, despite how turned on you were, you managed to feel a little embarrassed by how much emotion was in your voice when you said his name. Still, you couldnât help the need you felt, and you pulled him close, feeling like nothing would be close enough.Â
Jake dug his arms into the bed beneath your back, crushing you to his chest as he shifted his hips, lining up his cock with your hole and beginning to sink in while he shushed you. âIâm right here, kitten, âm not going anywhere,â he murmured soothingly in your ear.Â
Your heart thudded in your chest and you were filled with an uneasy trepidation even as your legs spread wider around Jakeâs broad body to take his cock deep into your cunt. You believed Jake. You believed he wasnât going anywhere, and that scared you. But you didnât have room in your mind to deal with that fear, not when he was sliding inside you, stretching your pussy to accomodate his thick length and pushing all your worries to the wayside.Â
âFeel so good, kitten,â Jake rumbled in your ear when he bottomed out inside you. His lips found your neck and kissed your delicate skin, making you whimper for him. âFeels like you were made for me, like you were made to be mine, all mine.â He rocked his hips gently, fucking you in firm, short thrusts that you felt in the depths of your soul.
Jakeâs words and the way he was fucking youâlike he was making love to youâwas too much. You wanted so badly to be his, to let yourself fall in love with him, but you knew it couldnât be and that knowledge made you so despondent, you felt like you could cry. But you didnât want to ruin the moment, so instead you pushed on Jakeâs shoulder, urging him to roll onto his back.Â
He did as you asked, rolling your bodies until he was laying flat on his back and you were straddling his hips, his cock still lodged deep inside you. The ceiling of the truck was high enough that you could sit up, so you did, pushing on Jakeâs pecs to put some distance between you and your favorite trucker. You began to ride him with practiced movements, taking the opportunity to watch Jake.Â
Your favorite trucker looked deliciously devastated beneath you, his blue eyes glazing over as you rose up and sank down on his fat dick. His soft lips were parted, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as you worked your hips in tiny circles, clenching down on his length and fucking him like the pro that you were.Â
Jake stared at you like you were a goddess come to life and heâd be more than happy to bow at your feet, a dazed look of pleasure in his eyes as they roamed over your body. His gaze drifted down from your face, watching your tits bounce for him, then fixating on where your bodies joined. You could feel his gaze everywhere he looked, your body lighting up at his attention, which only made you ride him harder.
âLook so beautiful riding my cock, kitten,â Jake rumbled, seemingly having found his tongue. His hands fumbled over your body, gripping your hips and then your ass like he couldnât decide which he wanted to touch more, squeezing you anywhere he could. âAnd you feel so fucking goodâfuck, kitten, I want to keep you on my cock forever, just sitting pretty and keeping my cock warm while Iâm driving, fuck, even when Iâm sleeping.â
âMm, Jake, donât threaten me with a good time,â you murmured huskily, planting your hands on his chest and using the leverage to bounce your ass on his cock. You knew from past experience it made men lose their minds, and Jake was no different.Â
His jaw clenched and his hands pawed at your plush curves, his eyes rolling back in his head as he let out a groan that sounded like he was being tortured. âFuck, fuck, kitten, you feel so fucking good,â Jake rambled, his tongue loosening the closer he got to coming. âYour cunt feels better than I ever couldâve imagined, âm gonna come so hard in your pretty little kitty.â
âDo it, Jake,â you urged, even though a part of you didnât want your first time with Jake to be over so soon. But you knew it was better this way. Youâd get him off and make some excuse to leave and you could go home and get yourself off while Jakeâs come was still leaking from your pussy. âFill me up, wanna feel you flood my little hole with your come.â
âOh fuck,â Jake groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he held you and fucked up into you so furiously, you wouldâve lost your balance if he hadnât been holding on to you. âYouâre perfect, youâre perfect, Iâgod, I love you, kitten.â
Every muscle in your body froze and you sucked in a sharp gasp at Jakeâs confession, your mouth falling open in shock as you stared down at your favorite trucker.Â
Men had said those words to you before. Theyâd whispered them into plywood walls while you sucked their cocks and moaned other girlsâ names. Theyâd murmured them into your ear while you gave them a lap dance, promising you jewelry and bigger tips if you broke the rules and let them fuck you. Theyâd confessed them to you in a bid to keep you in relationships that were toxic.Â
But youâd never heard them from a man who treated you with as much respect as Jake did. Youâd never heard them from a man you wanted to hear them from. And god, youâd wanted Jake to say those wordsâmaybe not so soon, but eventuallyâbecause you knew you were falling in love with him. And the fact that heâd said it meant heâd made it real.
And you were fucking terrified.Â
Even with how close Jake was to coming, he felt the change in you immediately. For a moment, he just looked at you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, his cock still hard inside you. As he watched you, you got the distinct impression he could see how scared you were of those three little words heâd said.Â
Trying to conceal your fear with anger, you contorted your face into a scowl and hissed, âDonât say that to me.âÂ
Jake sat up at once, one of his arms banding around your back to hold you in place while the other cupped your face, his thumb tilting your chin up so he could pin you in place with the intensity of his gaze.Â
âDo you think I didnât mean it?â he asked, his voice gentle and gruff.
With his blue eyes piercing yours, it was difficult to lie, but you managed. âIâm sure you only meant it because I was riding your dick better than any other woman youâve ever been with,â you spit out with far more bravado than you felt.Â
Jakeâs expression shifted and he almostâalmostâlooked angry. His grip on your chin tightened, though not anywhere near enough to hurt. His hand was firm, unyielding in a way youâd never seen from Jake before.Â
âIâve been in love with you since the first time you called me Jakey and told me I have a perfect dick,â he said, his tone daring you to challenge him. âIâve loved you since before I saw this pretty face for the first time, kitten, and I know you feel something for me, too.â
Your heart was pounding in your chest, everything in your body telling you to flee, but Jake was holding you too tight so you huffed an exasperated sigh and rolled your eyes at your favorite trucker, pretending to be annoyed with him.Â
âHow dâyou know I donât tell everyone they have a perfect cock?â you asked in a nonchalant tone, your eyes cutting away from Jakeâs as you shrugged. âMaybe I tell all my johns that so theyâll tip me better.
Jakeâs expression softened, a grin spreading across his face, like he was amused by your antics. âAnd do you tell all your johns that you fantasize about their cocks while you touch yourself?â Jake asked, his tone almost teasing. âDo you finger yourself while you think about your other johnsâor is it just me, kitten?â
Your mind flashed back to earlier that evening when Jake had visited you at the glory holes in Diesel Dolls and youâd been so turned on by him, youâd gotten yourself off while you sucked his cock. Youâd never done that before, and you knew it was entirely because you were so attracted to Jake, even when youâd only known his cock. The fact that he was real and handsome and inside you made it impossible to ignore how much you desired him, your body squirming as need crashed through you.
Though youâd barely moved, Jake could feel the way you squirmed in his arms and he chuckled. âMm, I thought so,â he rumbled, responding like youâd answered his question, which you supposed you had, in a way. He pressed his face close to yours and held you so you were forced to look at him, because he was all you could see. âYou donât need to say the words back to me, kitten,â he murmured, his tone so sweet and gentle, it inexplicably made you want to cry. âBut I know you feel it.â
God help you, but Jake was right. You were falling in love with the ridiculous trucker, and it seemed there was nothing you could do about it. Tears filled your eyes and threatened to spill down your cheeks. It was so tremendously frightening to open your heart to Jake, even when you werenât thinking about everything in your life that would endeavor to keep you apart. Your throat felt tight with emotion, like you were choking on all the feelings you didnât want to feel.Â
âJakey,â was all you could manage to get past your lips. Thankfully, you didnât need to say more because Jake covered your mouth with his own, kissing you so hard it stole the breath from your lungs. Your hips squirmed as heat flooded through you, the aching need of having Jakeâs cock buried inside you becoming too difficult to ignore.Â
Instead of letting you ride him more, Jake flipped your bodies until you were pinned beneath his larger one, swallowing your gasp as he began fucking you like he had when youâd first begun, in slow, firm thrusts. When you wrenched your lips from his, gulping down much-needed air, he didnât let you pull too far away.
âLove it when you call me Jakey, kitten,â he rumbled, in between peppering your face with kisses, his goatee tickling your skin, ââcause I know it means you love me.âÂ
It felt like he was everywhereâhis arms holding you tight to his chest, his lips pressing against every inch of your skin he could reach, his thick cock stretching your tight little cunt. He was overwhelming in the best way possible, and you let yourself give in to the moment, crying out, âJakey, Jakey,â as he fucked you even after what heâd said about it meaning you loved him.Â
The tip of Jakeâs cock hit a spot deep inside you that had you moaning and clenching around him, and he groaned at the feel of your body squeezing his dick. He shifted his position slightly and made sure he hit that spot over and over again, until you felt like you were the one unraveling beneath your favorite trucker.Â
âThatâs it, good girl, take your Jakeyâs cock,â he growled, his teeth nipping at your ear and your neck as he fucked you harder, feeling the way you twitched with pleasure in his arms. âLook so fucking gorgeous creaming on my cockâthe most beautiful woman Iâve ever met, and youâre all fucking mine, isnât that right, kitten?â
Your heart pounded in your chest, willing your lips to say yes, but all you could manage was a litany of your favorite truckerâs name, crying âJakey, Jakey, Jakey.â You could feel the pleasure in your body coiling tight, and you knew it wouldnât be long before Jake made you come. It felt better than you ever imagined, being with him, and you wanted it to last forever.
You could feel Jakeâs smirk against your cheek and then his face was hovering above yours, his blue eyes nearly black with how wide his pupils had blown with arousal. It made him look nothing like the friendly trucker youâd met in the parking lot, but you wouldnât trade in this unleashed side of Jake for anything. He wasnât cute anymore, but he was so scorching hot, you thought you might come just from the way he was looking at you like you were his whole world.
âYou gonna come, kitten?â he asked, his lightly teasing words at odds with the brutal way he was fucking you, his cock pounding into that delicious spot deep inside your cunt, his pelvic bone grinding against your clit every time he bottomed out inside you. âGonna come all over the cock of the man who loves you? Gonna let the man who loves you come deep in your perfect cunt?âÂ
Jakeâs words were your undoing. The tension in your body snapped as your release crashed over you, pleasure consuming every part of your being as you screamed your truckerâs name, âJakey!â Your body trembled, your hands fumbling against Jakeâs shoulders as you tried to cling to him, but he wasnât done with you yet.
âThatâs it, thatâs a good girl,â Jake muttered, his hips rutting into you as he chased his own release while drawing yours out. âYa look so fucking pretty coming on my cock, kittenâthe prettiest girl in the world, gonna make me come, gonna make me come so hard your tight, perfect pussy.â He captured your lips in a kiss, breaking away a moment later to grunt, âFuck, fuck, youâre mine, kitten, all fucking mine.âÂ
You felt Jakeâs hips stutter against yours and then he pressed deep. His cock twitched inside you, and you knew he was flooding your pussy with his come, that thought making you moan deliriously. You pulled Jake down for a messy, sloppy kiss as you rode out your releases together, your cunt clenching around his cock to milk every drop of his seed into your pussy.Â
You writhed together for so long that Jake began to shudder from the overstimulation, and he collapsed on top of you, forcing you to stop while he moaned in your ear. Even still, you kept your legs hooked around his waist, refusing to let him go. His heavy weight was crushing you a little, but you didnât mind as you stroked your fingertips up and down hi spine.
Eventually, both of you settled, and Jake rolled onto his side, dragging you with him. He hitched your leg over his hip to keep your bodies connected, seemingly just as reluctant as you were to pull away from where you were joined together.Â
But the realities of the world burrowed back into your mind, reminding you that no matter how much Jake loved youâand no matter how much you were falling in love with himâany relationship between the two of you was an impossibility.Â
If Mr. Drysdale found out youâd fucked one of the truckers that comprised Diesel Dollsâ clientele, there would be consequences. Even if you werenât fired, you didnât want to learn what punishment Mr. Drysdale would come up with to make sure you never saw Jake again. Thereâd be no way for you to have a relationship with your favorite trucker, even a secret one, since secrets had a way of coming out at Diesel Dolls.
Once youâd caught your breath and thoroughly freaked yourself out with your thoughts about the consequences of your actions, you sighed softly and began to extricate yourself from Jake. âI should go,â you murmured, but the moment you tried to pull away, Jake pulled you in tighter against his chest. There was a light dusting of hair coving his pecs and you couldnât help but nuzzle deeper into the warmth and fuzziness of him.
Jake chuckled. âDo you really think Iâm done with you already, kitten?â he asked teasingly, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. âIâve wanted to get you in my arms and on my cock for months,â he said, his dick twitching inside you as he began to harden again. âIâm not letting you go just yet.â He nudged your face up to look at him, a little bit of vulnerability swirling in his blue eyes as he whispered, âStay the night. Please.â
Your heart skipped a beat at the way Jake said âpleaseâ, like he would be heartbroken if you didnât stay. At that moment, you realized just how much trouble you were in. It would break your heart to hurt Jake, but there was no way things didnât end with one of you hurting the other. Either youâd hurt Jake by choosing your job over him or heâd hurt you by leaving. It was an impossible situation.
Jake seemed to sense your reluctance, and he kissed you softly, putting his heart into the slide of his lips against yours. âLet me take care of you, kitten,â he murmured.Â
You knew he was referring to sex, but a part of you suspected he meant more than that, too. You sucked in a soft gasp, wanting to believe he really wanted to take care of you, all of you, all of the time. But it was so difficult to believe. If you gave yourself to Jake fully, heâd have to really take care of you, forever. And you didnât know if he was willing or capable of that.Â
It wasnât like Jake was some sort of prince charming whoâd whisk you off your feet and carry you off into the sunset. This was real life, and he was a trucker. One day heâd leave, and, odds were, he wouldnât be taking you with him. It wasnât like he was asking you to let him take care of you for the rest of your life.
But if all he was asking for was one night, you could give him that. It was only one night, after all.
âOk,â you murmured, kissing Jake sweetly, twining your fingers in his blond hair and rocking your body against his, fucking yourself on his cock. âIâm yours for tonight, Jakey.âÂ
You could feel Jakeâs grin against your lips, and feel his happiness in the way he squeezed you tight. His elation was heady and you almost got lost in it, imagining yourself leaving with Jake when he went back out on the road.Â
You pictured Jake rescuing you from Mr. Drysdale, fighting for you when your boss from Diesel Dolls inevitably protested you leaving. You imagined fitting perfectly into Jakeâs life as a trucker, and eventually becoming his sweet little wife. You imagined being his princess while he was your prince charming.
But it was all a fantasy, and you knew that. You werenât some princess locked in a tower by a wicked witch, and Jake wasnât your prince charming. But for one night, you could pretend. What harm could it do.
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humbling requesting a fic (bc the wonderland mag pics have me DEAD) where reader gets all flustered when alessia wears a tie and at some point pulls her in for a kiss by her tie bc reader just can resist anymore đ«Ł
i mean...it had to be done wonderland II a.russo
"thank you." you smiled warmly as you heard your name and grabbed the tray of coffees, weaving your way out of the small but busy cafe and making a beeline for the car, hurrying as the weather looked like it could break at any second.
you balanced the tray in one hand and yanked open luca's door with the other, carefully sliding inside and placing the coffees on his middle console as you shut the door.
"i can't believe you're drinking an iced coffee it's like four degrees." luca chuckled as he and alessia grabbed their own, your girlfriend kissing your cheek appreciatively as you leaned forward to take yours.
"she could be stuck in the snow and she'd still choose an iced drink over a warm one." alessia chuckled knowingly as you hummed in agreement, mouth full of coffee as luca started the car up again.
"so what is this shoot for again?" you questioned, covering your yawn with your hand, the time not quite yet reaching eight in the morning. "wonderland magazine." luca answered, alessia too busy messing about with the music in the passenger seat.
this wasn't how you'd planned your day to go. woken up to gentle kisses along your shoulder blades as you melted into your girlfriends arms, eyes squeezed shut and doing your best to ignore her soft warnings that apparently now the two of you needed to be up soon.
you knew she had the photo shoot today as it had been circled on the calendar for weeks now given alessia couldn't function without a physical schedule of all her multitude of commitments both on and off the football pitch.
you rarely accompanied her to shoots or interviews which is why it was out of the norm for her to so badly want you to. though she'd put it down to the pair of you being separated for the majority of the week with work commitments
the two of you though incredibly smitten both vastly independent and not afraid to give one another space whenever it was needed. both having lived alone for a couple of years before you'd moved in together that had also been an adjustment, but communication such a pivotal key in your relationship it had been a smooth one.
the car ride went far too quickly and suddenly you were shrinking away from the hustle and bustle of the packed out warehouse where the shoot was being held. you stuck by luca's side as he mingled and conversed, shaking hands and sending a beaming russo smile, singing his sisters praises any chance he could.
eventually alessia returned from hair and makeup and you found yourself breathless at the ethereal beauty you couldn't help but be constantly enamoured by. it was times like this you couldn't believe she was really your girlfriend.
you needed to pinch yourself several times as you watched on with a proud smile, catching the blondes eyes every now and then as she'd send you a wink or a grin before snapping right back into professional mode.
"no! lessi go get a towel or something, there's not a chance you don't spill anything on that white dress." you smacked your girlfriends hand away as she reached for her lunch, sending her a firm warning look knowing her clumsy habits all too well as her brother echoed your reasonings.
so with a huff she marched off, returning with a tea towel she'd pulled from god knows where, covering herself and raising an eyebrow as you nodded, gesturing for her to eat.
and you were grateful she did, because it wasn't even two bites in before she'd dropped a forkful of pasta onto her lap, and a further few minutes passed before she spilled her pepsi down her chin too.
"can't take you anywhere." you tutted quietly with a shake of your hear, the taller girl knocking her knee against yours playfully before you both shared a smile and a giggle, luca rolling his eyes with a smile.
you found yourself sat atop a stack of cases, conversing away to a few of the production assistants as everyone awaited alessia to return in her latest wardrobe change. the two young girls called away you waved them off with a smile, jumping as cold fingers suddenly grazed the small of your back.
"hello gorgeous."
"hi." you replied bluntly, eyes wide as your girlfriend appeared from behind you, jaw slackening at the sight of her. "see something you like then?" she smiled confidently, laughing at your hurried nod.
"you look like a disheveled sexy teacher." you grinned causing the striker to playfully roll her eyes. "didn't know you had a student teacher fantasy love." she teased, glancing over her shoulder as she was called to set.
"not so fast russo." you warned, reaching forward and grabbing at the tie which hung loosely around her neck, using it to yank her forward into a heated kiss, wrapping the material around your fist.
alessia's head spinning she blinked a few times as just as suddenly as your lips met hers you let go and pushed her away with a satisfied smile.
"go on, best be professional now babe." you warned playfully, your girlfriend recovering herself out of her daze.
hearing her name called again alessia stepped forward quickly, pecking your lips a few more times before her mouth moved to brush against your ear.
"the tie is definitely coming home with us."
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Obsessed w dad!az đ€© we need a little angst to fluff đ«Ł what if something were to happen to the kids like a kidnapping or something đđđ
OUGH your mind too đ©
|| warnings: little touch of angst, reader kind of going catatonic/mention of reader's power/touch of horror with that, mention of blood
It feels like you've been gutted. Scooped out, hollowed ă
Ą emptied for the cold slither of the thing that's inhabited your body since you came out of the Cauldron. You don't know what it is, not really ă
Ą only that you've worked hard to keep it reined in, docile and dormant.
It simmers under your skin now, howling a demand for an outlet, screaming so loud you can't think past anything but wanting to absolutely rip apart whatever or whoever has had the audacity to touch your children, let alone take them from you.
"You're bleeding."
Concern doesn't begin to cover how Azriel feels, watching you stare blankly at the baby blanket draped over your legs. Just hours ago, the twins had been sleeping soundly underneath it. Just hours ago, Aria, Ivy and River had been safe and sound. Your hands are curled tight, crimson oozing beneath your fingertips ă
Ą your nails have dug so hard they've broken skin.
Azriel reaches for you, tries not to think about the fact he can't feel anything from your end of the bond, cold snap of a shield so fierce that even Rhysand couldn't get you to lower it, that your skin burns under his touch.
Your fingers uncurl like a spring-loaded trap, bloodied at the tips with no source for it as your skin knits together, sealing the little crescents your nails had dug. Your gaze shifts over to him, painfully slow. What stares out at him from behind your eyes isn't you, and isn't fae.
Azriel swallows. And not for the first time, he wonders what else came out of the Cauldron with you. You blink once, twice ă
Ą and that power dims, a shadow tucked back to the deep. Your shoulders tremble and then you're in his arms, muffling a choked cry as the dam breaks.
"They're out there," you sob, "Aria and Ivy and River ă
Ą they're out there, Azriel."
His chest aches. "I know."
Azriel wonders how he can hold you tight enough to keep you from falling apart when he's unraveling with you, thoughts jumping from one scenario to another, each one worse than the last. He wants to be out there looking for them, hunting down whoever took them ă
Ą but Rhysand had taken one look at you and told him you needed him more.
Time feels like syrup. Thick, sticky, and agonizing for how slow it slips past ă
Ą Azriel doesn't know how long you cry for, only that his heart feels like it's been cleaved in two when you finally still. He knows you're not asleep, can feel the wet sweep of your lashes on his skin with each slow blink.
He doesn't know how to comfort you. As much as he wants to, he knows that there isn't anything he can say that will close that chasm of fear for either of you until your children are back.
Azriel tenses as his shadows alert him Cassian and Rhys' return ă
Ą and he waits, ignoring your questioning look as he asks the tentative question, fearing the answer. Are theyă
Ą
They're here. And they're okay, Rhys tells him, sounding exhausted but relieved. Not a scratch on them.
He knows you've heard Rhys too by the way you're pulling away from him and getting to your feet, bolting at the sound of Ivy's wailing ă
Ą and he isn't far behind you.
Red-cheeked, your younger daughter is near screaming in Cassian's arms, teary-eyed River in Rhys' with Aria clinging to his leg. Azriel takes River from the High Lord, shadows wreathing around Aria to guide her to him as well, and Ivy quiets as she's cradled into your arms.
You're crying again. Quietly, tears dampening Ivy's hair as you kiss her head, her cheeks, her nose ă
Ą and they continue to spill until you've done the same with Aria and River, reassuring yourself that your children are indeed unharmed.
Once you and your children are far enough away, Azriel turns towards Cassian and Rhys. "What about who took them?"
Cassian looks away, but the gleam to his eyes and the spatter of blood he's missed cleaning off his face says enough, and dark satisfaction thrums in Azriel's veins.
The tension doesn't ease completely until the three of them are asleep between the two of you, cradled protectively with you on one side, Azriel on the other. Only then does Azriel allow himself to relax, knowing that they're safe and sound.
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