#this is gonna be seared into my brain for a while

[tttabii]

— 이희승 , 심재윤 all the time ; lee heeseung, jake sim.

pairing 𝜗ৎ ice hockey player! heeseung x reader x nerd!jake ; smut , you're ni-ki's older sister. word count: 1960

YOU TOOK A SIP  from the drink Heeseung gave you, the alcohol burning pleasantly as it traveled down your throat. His party is in full swing downstairs, but you find yourself drawn to the shadows upstairs, pulled by a magnetic force towards Jake Sim.

Jake, the "nerd" from your physics class, whom you've had a secret crush on for months. . Underneath those baggy clothes and thick glasses, you know there's a stunning specimen waiting to be discovered. Those veiny hands, the pink knuckles, the broad back and the narrow waist, you've heard Ni-ki talk about him plenty before and clearly those features checked out when you saw him with your own eyes. Now you intend to uncover the truth with your own hands.

He has you pinned against the wall, his hands sliding along your body through the thin fabric of your dress, and you could hardly contain the exhilaration of what you were doing. You're searching for a room, desperate to find somewhere private to let you have his way with him.  But unbeknownst to you, Jake has a secret smirk playing on his lips.

Just as you're about to guide him towards the bed, strong hands grip your waist from behind, sending shivers down your spine as you turn around, coming face to face with Heeseung.

"Are you seriously going into my room without permission?" he says, he raises his eyebrows up at you, almond-shaped brown eyes glimmering with mischief. "You know this is my bedroom, right?" He glances at Jake who is now laid back on the bed with his glasses off looking even more attractive than before.

Jake chuckles, his eyes locked onto you as Heeseung's lips trail feather-light kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

"Aw. Did you think I was just an innocent little nerd you were going to ruin?" Jake's hands slip beneath your dress, caressing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs as Heeseung continues his sensual assault.

His hands trail your curves, wanting to ignite a flame you'd never known. "I think I got you right where you should be, princess." Jake whispers against the silk of your underwear, his fingers brushing against your center through the thin barrier of your panties. Heeseung captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth as Jake takes advantage of your distraction. He yanks your panties aside and plunges two fingers deep inside you, making you gasp into Heeseung's mouth.

Heeseung breaks the kiss, a wicked grin on his face. "Looks like we've got ourselves a little problem," he purrs, his hands slipping beneath your dress to cup your breasts. "Two hot guys, one girl, and only one bed. What should we do?"

Jake smirks, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a torturously slow pace. "I'm sure we can figure something out." His thumb finds your clit, circling the sensitive nub in maddening strokes.

Heeseung leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "We're going to make you feel things you've never felt before," he whispers, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Gonna take turns dominating you, showing you who you belong to."

Your brain is a jumbled mess as both of theirs work together to tease and play you into a frenzied desire. Heeseung squeezes and rolls your nipples between his fingers while Jake continued to leisurely pleasuring you in the most intimate of ways. 

"Please," you whimper. 

"Please what?" Jake asks, his voice gravelly with lust. "Tell us what you want, baby."

"I want..." You swallow hard, barely able to form the words. "I want you both. I want you to make me yours."

Heeseung grins wickedly. "Good girl. We're going to take such good care of you."

In the dimly lit bedroom, Jake's hands were rough and eager as he tugged at the zipper of your dress. He was smooth and assertive as he backed you up until your knees hit the edge of Heeseung's bed. The next thing you knew, you were on your back, the cool comforter against your skin, and Jake was standing over you, his eyes dark with lust. Heeseung, leaning against the now-locked door, watched with a smirk as Jake threw your legs open wide, his fingers glistening from the wetness he’d spread across your clit. You never thought you’d be in this position, especially not with Heeseung watching, his eyes hungry and intense. Your plan to seduce Jake had been simple, but it had backfired spectacularly. You never expected Heeseung to be part of the equation, let alone the one flocking to you the most. And now, here you were, panties tugged to the side, your glistening entrance on full display. Heeseung's eyes roamed over your body, his smirk turning into a wicked grin as Jake started to peel off his shirt, revealing a toned, slim body that gleamed under the moonlight. He licked his lips, his gaze never leaving you as Jake tossed his shirt aside. "I don’t have condoms by the way," he said, his voice casual but laced with a hint of mischief. Jake turned around, his broad back muscles rippling as he stop rummaging through Heeseung's drawer. You squirmed, your body aching with anticipation. Heeseung didn't waste any time, diving between your thighs and running his tongue along your slick folds. You gasped, your hips bucking as he expertly teased your clit, his fingers digging into your thighs to hold you in place. Your mind was a whirlwind, a mix of shock and sheer lust. You had no idea what your younger brother, Ni-ki, would think if he saw you like this, spread out and exposed, with his two best friends. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, but it only made you wetter. Jake turned back around, his eyes locked onto yours. "Think you can handle us raw, princess?" he asked, his voice sweet but his expression intense.

You nodded, your breath hitching as Heeseung's tongue worked its magic. Your mind was hazy, your body aching with need. You were in way over your head, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you could focus on was the pleasure coursing through your veins, the anticipation of what was to come.

Jake then leaned down to kiss you, his lips flattening yours as Heeseung's fingers threaded into your pussy, pushing your body into the mattress. You moaned against Jake's tongue as your hips bucked with every tug of Jake's eager tongue against you, so hungry for a taste of you. "Look at me," Jake murmured, hand tracing along your jaw to tilt your head back toward him, "Did you expect to get ruined by your favorite innocent nerd and your younger brother's best friend that has been flirting with you for god knows how long, hm?"

You shook your head, whining as Heeseung pulled his fingers out, denying you the edge of your climax. Jake and Heeseung switched positions, turning you around to be on all fours. Heeseung knelt on the bed in front of you, his belt already off, his cock hard and ready. Jake positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips.

You felt Jake’s cock press against your entrance, and you braced yourself, but nothing could prepare you for the sensation of when Heeseung's cock were placed on the entrance of your mouth. You were filled in one swift, brutal thrust, Jake’s cock stretching you from behind as Heeseung's plunged into your mouth. You almost screamed at the sudden fullness, the intense stretch. 

"Mngh... Jakey..." you moaned out, trying to turn around to glimpse him, to see the look in his eyes as he ruined you with his relentless thrusts. Heeseung gripped your hair, pulling your head back to face him. "Moan my name instead, yeah? I claimed you first. And now you're taking both of us so well. Fuck..."

Heeseung's grip tightened, his hips thrusting forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You gurgled around him, tears streaming down your face as Jake pounded into you from behind. Your body was a playground of sensation, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure and pain.

Jake's fingers dug into your hips, holding you in place as he fucked you hard and deep. The room spun, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Heeseung's cock throbbed in your mouth, his grip on your hair unyielding as he used your lips and tongue for his own pleasure. You were a mess of sensation, your body slick with sweat, your breaths coming in ragged gasps.

The sound of their grunts and moans filled the room, a symphony of lust and domination. You could feel every inch of them, stretching you, filling you, overwhelming you. Your body was on fire, your senses on overload. The taste of Heeseung's cock, the feel of Jake's hands gripping you tight, the sound of their fucking filling the room—it was too much, and yet not enough. You needed more, deeper, harder. 

Your body started to convulse, and the orgasms flowed through your body like waves crashing to shore. Jake's cock swelled inside you and he was thrusting more erratically as he chased his own orgasm. Heeseung's grip on your hair intensified, his hips moving faster and hitting the back of your throat with each violent thrust.

You were drowning in pleasure, convulsing from the waves and waves of orgasms that flowed through you. You could feel Jake's cock pulsing inside you while he held your hips tighter, filling you with his hot cum. Heeseung followed soon after, his cock pulsating in your mouth as he filled it with his seed.

With one last, brutal thrust, Jake filled you completely before pulling out of you, leaving you empty and gasping. Heeseung's cock slipped from your mouth and you collapsed onto the bed, both men still under you but your body spent and satisfied. The only sounds were heavy ragged breath and your heart pounding in your ears.

Jake disappeared, returning with a towel to clean you up. His fingers pushed into your aching cunt, dragging out strings of his cum, his touch igniting sparks of renewed lust. Heeseung scooped you up, carrying you to the bathroom, and his hands roamed your body as the shower turned on. Steam quickly filled the room, fogging the mirror and turning it into a sauna of desire.

You kissed him, feeling like you hadn't finished something. His lips were soft, his tongue hungry, and he didn't hesitate to return the kiss, his hand squeezing your ass as he pulled you harder against his already hardening cock. 

"Still hungry for more?" He chuckled, his voice rumbling in his chest, his fingers trailing down your spine, leaving goosebumps through your skin. 

You nodded, grinding against his dick, submissive and eager.

Jake stepped into the shower behind you, his cock already hard again. Heeseung couldn't resist the urge, turning you onto your back. Your boobs squished against the cold wall as he thrust up inside your wet pussy, groaning at the feeling. 

"Fuck, you're so ready for more," he murmured, his hips moving in a slow, torturous rhythm. 

Jake's chuckle filled the room, his eyes fixed on where Heeseung's cock disappeared inside you. "Dirty girl, wanting more already," he teased, his hands reaching out to cup your breasts, his thumbs circling your nipples. 

He leaned down, his mouth taking over where his thumbs left off, sucking and biting at your nipples. You moaned, your body arching into his touch, your hands gripping Heeseung's arms as he pounded into you. The room was a symphony of lust, the sound of flesh against flesh, grunts and moans filling the air. The scent of sex and steam engulfed you, pushing you closer to the edge.

[sbcdh]

"You saw it?"

"For a second. Yeah. I saw one."

"Start at the beginning."

"Hoo. Okay. Uhhh... It was 77. I think. I was air force. Or, hypnoengineering support staff contracted to help out around St. Louis."

"That's how you came into your supply of JVH-1"

"It was JVH-11 actually, and yeah, the fuckin, uh- the requisitions officer at Scott was an old buddy of mine. We used to fuck around in college before I, you know-"

"Yes I understand."

"I worked records for Sears-Roebuck, I had all the accounting expertise, as well as a ready supply of LSD."

"How did you start?"

"Oh it was easy at first. Really just selling off phials of the new experimental stuff to finance guys. They'd go nuts for the stuff, pay top dollar for it too. Hell, I could get 100$ for a milliliter. Made it easy to keep my contacts bought in and re-invested. Honestly I don't think the req office would even know that we were skimming if they weren't in on it.

But, you know how it is with hypnoregulation. Transchronological market data is worth it's weight in diamond. It started with the odd photo of a 2q-week readout, then biometric data, then, uh- then. Well, we decided to try it ourselves."

"You attempted full sub-finantial emmanation?"

"No no god no, what're you nuts? No, see. We figured if one person can meld their brain with the market, we just had to get as close as we could to that guy, and mark the twain, hypnologically speaking."

"Mark the twain?"

"Yeah, see, okay. A plutophant in full emmanation isn't like us. We exist at a single point in time, an R1 rational market actor. But they exist in multiple points in time, back in 77, I think the government could hit R6 with that analogue tech. Most people can hit R2 with a single hit of JVH-1, with practice you can hit R3, but anything higher than R3 takes a pretty serious support team. But here's the thing, I had a whole cadre of co-implicated members of a military grade hypnoengineering support team. All we needed was the space."

"The warehouse. Schaeffer Marble and Tile was it?"

"Bingo. See here's the thing. You know why the government had to start building those special regulation temples? It's not just for security. Once you crack the R6 barrier, Plutophants start leaving what's called a wake. You know, like a fuckin, uh, like a boat. They're imperceptible to normal people, but if you have sensitive enough instruments or, say, a person in the edge of sub-market emmanation.

See the government didn't know at the time, but if you balanced the drugs just right, and kept someone right on the edge of R4, you could actually read the plutophant's interpretations by their wake rather than their direct neurofeedback. It's not nearly as precise, but if you have a good team and you know what to look for, you can get some really, really valuable market data that way."

"And your co-worker?"

"You mean Mills? Fuck. Yeah...Mills. Right."

"Take your time."

"No, no I'm good. It's... It's uh, It's dangerous. Brains aren't meant to take that much JVH-11 all at once. We could stay on R4, but what we didn't have was a recovery team, or a medical team, or recon team. It was me, Mills, Israel, Connaught, and Marsh. The five of us were the only ones in the soup. Bruso was running the machines and Lasker was monitoring the readout."

"Can you tell us what happened?"

"Yeah. Yeah. It was a normal intrusion. Hypnogrid emmanation is pretty simple with our tech and support. Sedation was all green, hypnoinduction was green. Smooth as silk. Landed about 40 minutes from our work location. We had the codes from the IRSAW people that morning, all we had to do was maintain hypnoinduction for 40 minutes while traversing the colon and we'd be able to-"

"I'm sorry, colon?"

"Oh come on. Colon. Collective Unconscious. Col-Un. Colon."

"I- of course. Continue."

"Hey, have you ever been on a dive before?"

"Can we focus on your statement?"

"It's important. I need to know if this next bit is gonna make sense to you or not."

"I've undergone basic anti-intrusion training standard for IRS investigation task force officers."

"So you've done safe dives. White room? Castle training? Putting up the wall? All that jazz?"

"That's correct."

"Did they ever tell you why it's dangerous to perform off-site hypnoincursion in meta-unstsble hypnospace?"

"They did."

"Well they're lying...don't look at me like that. I'm not bullshitting you. They're lying...there's...there's shit out there okay? There's things out there."

"Mills?"

"Yeah. Mills. Uh..."

"Take your time."

"Yeah yeah. Quit interruptin me. Mills... Uh, yeah so we were T-Plus 30 into the dive. Bruso gives us a heads up that some hypnoflora is headed our way, but can't get a read on mass. Says we should steer clear, but we are so close. Israel had handled some hypnoflora before, so we weren't worried. But it was... I dunno. I can't explain."

"Do your best."

"Like. Okay. Meta-unstsble dives are fucked. They're acid trips. The St. Louis hypnoscape already doesn't look normal, but Scott Base looked like some kinda bastard lovechild of a medieval castle and a seashell, all twisting up into itself. The streets were a chessboard, and all the streetlights we're these tall kinda mannequin lookin' things holding a tiny sun in their hand. Everything is fucked, it's all topsy turvy. But it's okay, because it's meta-unstable hypnospace, its not SUPPOSED to be normal. And then there was a Red Sock."

"Like for the feet?"

"No. Like. In the middle of this fucked up dreamscape, there's suddenly a batter for the Boston Red Sox. He's standing there, maybe 50 feet away. He's got a bat in one hand and a mitt in the other, and he's just kinda walking towards us. Nobody really knew what to do. It didn't look dangerous, but something wasn't right. It didn't fit. We just kinda stood there, looking at the thing. Israel starts talking to Bruso, asking him what to do. Suddenly, Bruso is screaming at us, telling us to book it. He's screaming into the com, telling us to prepare for de-emmanation. Nobody knows what's happening. Israel is suddenly standing between Mills and the Red Sock, and..."

"Any information you can recall could be of use."

"It's...it's mostly feeling at this point. You ever been having a normal dream? Like, a good, normal dream? And suddenly you realize that something is really, really wrong? There's signs. For me? It's that the lights go out. Suddenly day turns to night, and something about this batter just makes me want to curl up and hide. Suddenly, moving through the world is like trying to swim through molasses. I try to run, but nothing moves, and everything is dark. The world is shifting. There's shadows under the bathroom door that can't be happening. A man who looks like Jesus. An old and terrible house and an old man with no name whose face I can't remember. The batter swings at Mills and she just...vanishes. Shes gone. Bruso pulls us out a second later."

"So this, batter killed Ms. Mills?"

"No."

"No?"

"No. We get out, she's comatose. Whatever that thing did to her, she was still in hypnospace. I gave her a hot shot of barbiturates. Her brain activity slowed to R0 after about 90 seconds."

[ashlovesfood]

Rearrange My Guts!

Tags: Dinner, cooking, reassurance, gentle, eye contact, we gonna keep playing eye contact or you gonna holla at ya boy? arousal, sticky slick, kissing, marking, hickies, Bruce and Clark are HORNY freaks, rough fucking, oral sex, face fucking, multiple orgasms, cum, Bruce is rough and Clark is gentle, switching positions, eyes rolling back, EVERYONE is FREAKYYY!

Visuallll (Doesn't match story but its okay!) (″･ิ_･ิ)っ

Clark Kent, one of the top reporters in the world, sharing you with Bruce Wayne- excuse me? It started off with you at work, texting your husband on break while you ate a quick snack. He was talking about one of his friends, a highly known writer that was currently visiting Gotham for an interview.

That’s when you decided to be friendly, and suggested dinner with him to help and try to get along. Maybe that’s where things started to take a slight turn… Bruce was hesitant at first, not being the hugest fan of sharing a dinner with his friend, but he agreed at last. Clark wouldn’t make a bold move right?.. As you got off work to start on dinner, the idea of making delicious roast potatoes and steak came to mind.

You started off with chopping the potatoes into cubes, seasoning the chunks with salt, pepper, and garlic, then drizzled the pan with olive oil. The kitchen oven warmed up nicely as you opened the door, a warm heat wave hitting you quickly. Potatoes were done and needed to cook, now came the steaks.

This process was somewhat challenging, your brain overthinking about what Clark would like and what not so you asked Bruce.

“Yes baby what’s wrong?” Bruce was in his office, cleaning his desk off and powering down everything in the building to go home while he listened to your voice. “Hi B. Sorry, just- listen what does Clark like for steak? I’m just- need to get it right for dinner or I’ll mess up and everything’s going to be ruined and,” “Sweets. Calm down and take a breath, just please wait. I can reassure you that Clark likes anything on his steak and he doesn’t have any allergies, he’ll eat anything handed to him. Medium rare is perfect for the steaks. Pretty big guy if I do say so myself honey, just trust me- he will like anything you make so do not overthink it okay?” “I- okay. Thank you, handsome. Really need that right now.”

You took a breath, letting the calm moment resurface so you could continue with tonight and not stress out. The call ended with Bruce saying that he and Clark would be coming at the same time, his voice giving you reassurance one more time before hanging up. The small heartbeat in your chest faded into a calm beat, the feeling of being helped by Bruce made you calm down instantly.

As you prepped the steaks with salt and pepper, the skillet was warming up waiting for you to place the meat in. It smelt fresh of food around the manor, the warmth bringing a welcoming feeling. “Oh the potatoes!” You grabbed the cute oven mitt from the hanger, sliding the door open to grab the pan of fresh roasted potatoes. The smell was heavenly, you smiled at your cooking and placed the pan on the counter to let it cool down. Sizzling brought you back to the skillet, the steak was seared on one side and you flipped it revealing the beautiful brown color. You added butter, thyme, and garlic into the pan letting the sauce infuse into the steak for a delicious flavor.

The door clicked open, and you heard voices. “Bun, are you here?” Bruce placed his coat on the chair and told Clark to follow him. “I’m in the kitchen!” The aroma of fresh steak wafted around in the air as Bruce and Clark walked in, your back turned to them as you watched the steak. “Good evening, Mrs.Wayne.” The heat turned off as the steak was perfectly cooked in the skillet, the butter basting the meat to make it extra juicy.

“Please, no need to be so formal with me. Call me by my name.” You gave him a polite smile, looking at his eyes through his black rimmed glasses. “B, can you cut the steak and I’ll set the table? Would you both like to drink wine?” Your eyes flipped to both of them as they answered, being fine with wine.

The cabinet above the fridge was holding the wine, your fingertips barely grazing the handle. Clark stepped behind you, reaching the cabinet door and pulling out the bottle of Bordeaux, his front pressing down on your back. Bruce eyed Clark but didn’t say anything as he placed the meat on the plates, a slight smirk wiped on his face. You shuddered at the feeling, the layers of fabric separating skin to skin contact. “I’m sorry- didn’t mean to get so close..” He placed the Bordeaux onto the counter, adjusting his glasses while he stepped back. You awkwardly chuckled, pretending like it never happened and that your panties were not kind of damp.  

“Dinners ready, both of you.” Bruce’s voice cut through the air, a shiver running down your spine going straight to your pussy. “Oh thank you Bruce..” You coughed to clear your throat as you walked towards the table, sliding the chair out to sit. All of you sat down to eat, having a light conversation about work, the background playing your soft dinner playlist.

“The food is delicious. I, you’re a really good cook Mrs.Wayne.” Clark complimented your skills, a slight blush washing over your features. The wine was definitely starting to catch up.. Bruce eyed you silently, then looked at Clark. They made a look that signaled something, their eyes diverting back to you. You felt your thighs clench together, why was the air so warm and sticky now?.. It smells like Clark’s cologne and Bruce’s scent, and arousal shoots through your body.

The dinner was abandoned as all of you fumbled around in the hallway, Bruce had his boner rubbing against your ass cheek while Clark was nipping at your neck. You moaned in ecstasy, the sound making them even harder. Clothes were strewn across the stairs, reaching up the floor of your bedroom. Clark took off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand as he watched you on the bed. Bruce was taking his time, making out with you while he rubbed your nipples, the cold air making them harden.

“Mnghh! N-Need you both..” You panted under the kiss, Clark and Bruce chuckled as they watched you tremble with pleasure. Bruce took your mouth, slapping his cherry red tip on your cheek, the small dribble of pre on your face. “Oh bunny.. ‘M gonna fuck you so damn good..” Bruce shoved his cock into your mouth, hitting your gag reflex making you roll your eyes back. Clark was in between your thighs, lapping at the slick that coated your skin. “Taste soo good f’me ma..” Clark’s mouth was sucking and licking up all your juice, his long tongue prodding your hole making your arch.

The pleasure was too much, too fast, too filling. Your first orgasm felt like a train wreck, you convulsed as Bruce and Clark kissed and marked your body, bite marks and hickies littered your skin. “M cummmingg..!” Bruce released his load into your throat, the hot ropes of fresh cum making his tip sensitive. Clark was rutting against the sheets, his pretty pink tip leaving a wet spot on the bed.

“Oh fuck- Bruce, switch w’ me..” Clark could feel all 10 inches throbbing with need, his pink tip leaking with precum, as Bruce was shooting blanks into your mouth his cherry red color he slipped out of you. You were panting, your eyes heavily lidded from the pleasure. “Ngh- no more, pleasepleasepleasee!” Your body was flipped instantly, Bruce was lining his tip up to your pussy while Clark was about to abuse your mouth. They looked at eachother, and used your holes at the same time.

“Hngh!” It made you feel so full, both holes being used like a fleshlight to their own will. The heavy sounds of grunts and groans filled the room, it smelt like musky cologne and the sweet smell of your delicious pussy. “Milking me so good bunny- Fuckfuckfuckfuck..!” Bruce sped up his pace, thrusting into your tight walls faster than before sending electric shocks through your body. Your eyes were rolled up into the back of your head, and you moaned around Clark’s base while he fucked your face.

It was overwhelming, the feeling of having your holes filled with giant cocks, and Bruce was allowing it! “Ma- use your tongue f’me..” Clark was using your throat to his will, the tip twitching as he felt the edge of his orgasm about to burst. You licked the veins that ran up and down, another orgasm or two making your body shiver. The slick was lubricating Bruce’s dick, his thrusts sloppy and rough, he’s about to cum. “Gonna cum in this sweet pussy..” Bruce groaned, his hot load filling your womb to the brim, it was soooo damn hot.. Clark followed shortly after, his abs clenching as another load was released into your body, the taste of his cum was lingering on your tongue. You whined when they took out their dicks, shaking from the aftermath of your body. “Mm.. I’ll use your dicks next time..!”

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A/N Releasing intro post by tmrr ★~(◠ω◕✿)

[mcrdvcks]

love on the brain

summary: Anakin fucks you. word count: 1.9k+ pairing: anakin skywalker x fem!reader notes: since i'm seeing revenge of the sith in theaters for the first time (i wasn't even a year old when it first came out, lol) i thought i'd treat myself and everyone else with a pure smutty oneshot. enjoy! (also, sorry for the bad summary. but in reality it is the most apt one😭) warnings/tags: porn no plot, soft dom!anakin, but also needy!anakin?, oral (f!receiving), fingering, overstimulation, light choking, belly bulge, unprotected piv, creampie, no beta we die like the clones

It didn’t take until Anakin’s hands were on you, roaming anywhere and everywhere. The door shut with a click, the apartment quiet other than the sound of speeders roaming around Coruscant. He quickly shrugged off his Jedi robe before taking off yours.

His mouth was on you the second the fabric hit the floor, hot breath searing paths along your skin, marking you with lips that bit and kissed and licked with a worshipful kind of violence. His hand tilted your chin up higher, while his gloved, mechanical hand pressed against your lower back, bringing you closer to him until there was no space between you.

He didn't speak. Just breathed—ragged, shallow—as if your presence alone was burning the air out of him. And then he dropped to his knees.

Your boots stayed on, your tunic still hanging off one shoulder, pants snug against your thighs. It didn’t matter. He was already mouthing at your clothed cunt through the fabric, heat seeping into you, that gloved hand sliding down to press between your legs, pushing hard enough to make you gasp. "Anakin—"

"Shut up," he muttered, voice hoarse, reverent, like a man crawling toward salvation. "I need this. I need to taste you."

He tugged your pants down just far enough, hands greedy, trembling with restraint that cracked the second he got you bare. His mouth was on you before the fabric even hit your knees, tongue fucking into you with a hunger that had nothing to do with patience. Like he was starving. Like he'd forgotten how to breathe any other way.

Your knees buckled. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you up, dragging you forward, grinding your cunt against his mouth like he wanted to drown in you. And fuck, he moaned into you—loud, broken, like the taste of you was pulling confessions straight out of his soul.

"You like this?" he growled against your clit, voice soaked in lust and heat. "You gonna fall apart for me, sweetheart? On my tongue, like you were made to?"

You could barely nod, hands buried in his curls, hips rocking into the rhythm he set—filthy, wet, relentless. His tongue curled, dragged up and down, lips sucking your clit into his mouth until you choked on your breath, legs shaking. Every sound he made, every desperate hum and groan, buzzed through you like a live wire.

His fingers joined in, two of them pressing inside you, scissoring, curling until you gasped his name like it was a curse and a prayer all at once.

"That’s it," he whispered, licking up the slick mess he was making of you, drunk on it, wild-eyed. "You gonna come for me? Come on. Give it to me. Give me everything."

And when you did, it hit hard. Your body locked, your cry sharp and high, thighs clenching around his head. He didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow. He held you there, forcing you to ride it out, his mouth dragging every last tremble out of you until you were slumped against the wall, twitching, wrecked.

He pulled back, chin slick, eyes fucking molten. "I’m not done," he muttered, voice almost broken with need. Then he stood, yanked your tunic over your head, tossed it aside like it had personally offended him.

Anakin’s hands landed on your waist, dragging you roughly, half-carrying you toward the couch like you weighed nothing. His body was still humming with it—the desperation, the hunger he hadn’t even tried to hide. The second the backs of your knees hit the cushions, he shoved you down, mouth crashing onto yours, swallowing your gasp.

Your tunic bunched uselessly around your waist, pants still tangled around your knees, boots scuffed against the floor. He didn't waste time. Hands grabbed your boots, yanking them off one by one with sharp tugs that left you breathless. The mechanical whir of his hand echoed through the room as he grabbed your pants next, dragging them down, tossing them somewhere without looking. His breath hitched when he finally saw you—bare, flushed, already wrecked from the first orgasm he'd torn out of you.

"Fuck," he muttered, like a prayer he didn’t know he was saying. His flesh hand cupped your pussy, warm and greedy, fingers dragging through the slick mess he'd made of you. "You’re so wet for me, sweetheart."

Your head dropped back against the couch, hips bucking up into his hand without meaning to. Anakin growled, low and ragged, and grabbed your thighs, dragging you closer to the edge until your ass nearly hung off. He settled between your legs, spreading them wide with rough hands. His gloved fingers squeezed, hard enough to leave bruises.

"Keep 'em open," he said, voice dark and broken. His metal hand slipped up your body, grabbing your wrists and pinning them together above your head with a single, unyielding grip. You whimpered, and he grinned, feral.

"You gonna behave for me?" he asked, leaning down, nose brushing yours. "Gonna let me fucking ruin you like you deserve?"

"Yes—" The word barely made it out before his mouth was on yours again, teeth clashing, tongue forcing its way in. He tasted like desperation, like you were his last goddamn chance at breathing.

Without warning, he pulled back just enough to spit—a sharp, filthy motion—right onto your pussy. The wetness dripped down over your already messy folds, and you keened, hips twitching. Anakin let out a harsh laugh, rough and wrecked.

"Messy girl," he rasped, dragging two fingers through the spit and your slick, pressing them into you without warning. You cried out, thighs trembling, wrists straining against his iron hold.

"Eyes on me," he growled, snapping your chin up with a brutal, loving tilt of his gloved fingers. "Wanna see you fall apart. Don't you dare look away."

He fucked you slow with his fingers, obscene wet sounds filling the apartment, every thrust making you jolt against him. His thumb pressed against your clit, not moving, just holding, teasing, until you whimpered and twisted in his grasp.

"That's it," Anakin muttered, watching your face with a hunger that bordered on violent. His mouth dropped to your throat, biting hard enough to mark, to bruise, sucking a dark bloom into your skin while his fingers curled deep inside you.

You were close again, the second orgasm building brutal and fast, tightening like a noose. Anakin could feel it. You knew he could—the way his mechanical hand tightened around your wrists, how his thumb started circling your clit in tight, punishing little strokes.

"Come for me," he demanded, voice wrecked, forehead pressed to yours.

And you did—your whole body clenching, thighs snapping shut around his shoulders as you screamed his name, raw and broken. He didn't let up. He held you there, trapped in it, dragging the orgasm out until you were sobbing, breathless, trembling against him.

Finally, he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth without hesitation. He sucked them clean, groaning low in his throat like he was losing his mind on just the taste of you.

His hands were already tugging you into place, dragging your bare, shivering body onto his lap like he couldn’t stand another second without you. You straddled him backwards, your ass grinding into his hips, feeling his cock heavy and throbbing against the base of your spine through his pants. Anakin groaned, low and guttural, the sound scraping through the back of his throat.

"Fuck, just look at you," he muttered, his gloved hand sliding up from your thigh, over your waist, palming your breast roughly, thumb flicking over your nipple until you whimpered. His other hand, warm and flesh, snaked between your legs, fingers dragging slow and sticky through your slit.

"So fucking wet," he gritted out, grinding you down against him, letting you feel every hard inch he was still holding back. His mouth was at your jaw, biting, kissing, sucking marks onto your skin like he needed to brand you as his. His mechanical hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch, your whole body clenching around nothing.

"Anakin…" You were shaking, voice barely more than a whimper, hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more.

"I know, sweetheart, I know," he rasped, soothing you with a kiss to your temple even as his fingers found your clit and started circling it in slow, filthy little strokes that made your thighs quiver. "You’re gonna take me so good, aren’t you? Gonna let me fuck you just like this."

He barely got his pants down far enough before he was lining up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance. No teasing, no patience left in him. He bottomed out in one brutal, perfect thrust that knocked the breath from your lungs, made your head fall back onto his shoulder with a ragged cry.

"Shit—" he growled, mechanical hand tightening at your throat, holding you still as he started moving, slow at first, dragging himself out and slamming back in so deep you could feel him punching against your cervix, see the bulge of him in your lower belly.

"Feel that?" he panted into your ear, thrusting up hard, grinding against your sweet spot until your vision blurred. "That’s me, baby. Stuffed so fucking full."

You could barely nod, brain short-circuiting from the way he filled you, stretched you, ruined you. His hand on your throat shifted, slipping up to push two gloved fingers into your open mouth, gagging you lightly on them as you cried around the intrusion.

"Good girl," he murmured, voice wrecked with love and filth. "Take it. Take everything."

Your body moved helplessly against him, every thrust, every rough circle of his fingers on your clit dragging you closer to the edge again. He could feel it—fuck, he knew it—and he didn’t let up. His mouth found your shoulder, biting hard enough to leave teeth marks as you started shaking in his lap, moaning around his fingers.

"Come for me," he demanded against your skin, voice breaking, desperate. "Fucking come, now."

You shattered, a high, choked sob bursting out of you as your cunt clenched around him, gushing over his cock, soaking his pants, your whole body seizing up in his iron grip. Anakin groaned, loud and guttural, fucking you through it, not giving you a second to breathe.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, shoved you forward over the couch, face down, your ass high in the air as he stayed buried inside you. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, pinning you down like you might try to run—like you could.

"Not done," he rasped again, losing his fucking mind as he snapped his hips forward, fucking you raw, rough, reckless. His mechanical hand slid up, wrapped back around your throat from behind, hauling you up slightly so he could pound into you even deeper, his cock slamming against your sweet spot over and over until you were sobbing into the cushions.

"Gonna give me another," he growled, biting at your neck, his other hand reaching around to rub your clit again, brutal and fast. "Gonna fucking milk me, baby, come on—"

You couldn't fight it, couldn't even think. Another orgasm tore through you like a lightning strike, your pussy clenching down hard around him, dragging a wrecked, broken cry from his throat. Anakin cursed, stuttering through a few more thrusts before he buried himself to the hilt, cock pulsing as he finally came, filling you up with thick, hot spurts that made you whimper through the aftershocks.

He collapsed against your back, trembling, panting, his hands still clamped around you like he couldn’t let go if he tried. His lips brushed your shoulder, your neck, soft now, frantic in a different way.

honestly, i'm shocked this wasn't longer. it felt long writing it, lol

[katsukilvr]

drummer!katsuki notices their die hard fan, reader. ༄ BAND + COLLEGE AU,female reader, quirks don’t exist in this AU, shotoxsero, reader smokes,author doesn’t smoke so not accurate, so does bakugo, swearing, suggestive, jealous bakugo ༄ pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt. 4 (the end)

pain was the thing that struck you when you woke up. a searing headache, muscles aching, and a bit of nausea lingering. you rubbed your temples, slowly sitting up in your bed. what time was it again? you glanced over to your phone, picking it up, wincing at the bright light hitting your eyes. once your gaze adjusted, you squinted at the notifications.

dynamite.is.the.best mentioned you in their story.

dynamight.is.the.best sent you a message. (2)

3 new followers.

you clicked the first notification first, getting met with a picture of you, half your chest out the window with your head hanging out. it was a live photo, you could see the wind blowing through your hair and you could hear your drunken laughter in the background, along with a song. you recognized it immediately.

the only exception - paramore

you had listened to their music before, and they’re pretty good, it was similar to the music SPARKNITE would play, was that the reason he chose the song? or was there an underlying meaning? and if it did have some other meaning, what was it? and if it was the one you suspected.. why? were you his only exception?

you shook your head, letting out a laugh. you sounded delusional. delirious. you guys hung out once? and your already thinking like this? get a grip. you told yourself as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, running a hand through your hair before noticing the painkillers and glass of water on your nightstand. you furrowed your brows, not remembering bringing those to bed with you. you swallowed the pills before getting up, not wanting to be on your phone more and give yourself more of a headache.

you went on with your day as regular, brushing your teeth, doing your hair, and doing chores around the house since you had no where to be that day. you needed a breather like this, it had been a while since you had a break. soon, you fell back onto the couch in your living room, opening up instagram. you finally clicked on katsuki’s messages.

“sorry i left, y/n. i had to get home to my dog.”

“forgive me?”

and with a link below.

so he was here last night? did you guys do anything? you couldn’t remember. you were in your pajamas.. part of you wished you remembered, cause you know it would’ve been the night of your life.

you shook your head, ridding your brain of those thoughts as you clicked the link, backstage tickets to their next show for you and a plus one.

that made you smile. you could finally be backstage with shoto, and you could bring a friend.

would you bring ochaco again? no.. no offense to her but she was more interested in getting with that random girl than the music. hmm.. izuku? he was a guy you’d talk to frequently in your college classes, often partnering for presentations and assignments, and you were pretty sure he’d like SPARKNITE and their music.

yeah. you’ll take him.

you brought the idea up to him and he was more than excited to go. he loved music, he loved concerts, and he was excited to see shoto after a while of not seeing him since sho’ graduated college.

that next week went by quick, and before you knew it, it was sunday. you planned your outfit. you were gonna wear a skirt, with a belt that had charms and chains hanging from it. your usual amount of jewelry that made you twinkle when you walked. most importantly, that one merch shirt with katsuki’s autograph on the back that symbolized he was your favorite. you were planning to get his real autograph next to it.

you picked up izuku, driving to the venue around 10 minutes early since you wanted to chat a bit with the band before their show. you quickly showed the ticket guy at the front and he led you through a couple hallways before getting backstage. it was smoky, some of the band members getting a smoke in before they had to go on. they immediately recognized you, all greeting you with hey’s and hello’s. you introduced izuku to them, oblivious to a certain someone’s eyes on you.

who is this fucker?

katsuki was confused. you never mentioned this guy? you talked so SO much and you never mentioned him. he was pretty, he looked confident and apparently the funniest person ever to you. he was gloomy in the corner, taking a long drag of his cigarette before putting it out, walking over to you.

maybe it was the jealousy taking over, but when he sauntered over, he snaked an arm around your waist, smiling down at you, when you noticed those deep dimples up close.

a familiar heat rushed through you.

“hey y/n. you made it.” he said gruffly, squeezing your waist.

you nodded, “of course i did, i wouldn’t turn up backstage tickets.” you laughed, leaning into his touch.

he laughed, before looking up, at izuku. they were the same height. they kind of looked identical, same figure, except he had freckles and green hair, and a different style of course.

his smiled dropped, “so who’s your buddy?” he asked you, still looking at izuku, squinting at him.

“oh him? that’s just my friend from college, izuku midoriya.” you said, “izuku, meet katsuki bakugo.” you said, introducing them.

he removed his arm from your waist to dap him up. just a friend, huh? he didn’t know if he trusted that.

“nice to meet you, midoriya.” he said, nodding at him, still trying to figure him out. “you drink? i got some beers in the back.” he said, tilting his head back and to the side, his eyebrow twitching upwards.

they both left to get drinks, leaving you there, kind of stunned by the interaction, looking over at shoto, who was already looking at the situation.

“what was that?” he mouthed at you.

all you could do was shrug and walk over to him, borrowing a cigarette from him.

in the back, katsuki opened the fridge, taking out two beers. “so..” he said, cracking the tab open with his hand and handing the unopened one to izuku, closing the fridge.

“what are you really to y/n?” katsuki asked, leaning against the fridge as he squinted at izuku.

“what?”

“you heard what i said, midoriya.”

“we’re just friends. she just told you. what? you don’t trust her or something?” izuku chuckled out, cracking open his own beer and taking a swig. “jealousy is an ugly emotion, bakugo.” he laughed, really amused from this situation.

“i’m not jealous.” katsuki retorted quickly, furrowing his brows.

“what are you then? you can’t tell me you aren’t interested in her, the way your interrogating me right now makes it real obvious.” izuku replied, crossing his arms, leaning against the wall.

silence.

“whatever.” he grumbled, getting off the fridge and pushing past izuku to get ready for the show which was 4 minutes away.

you saw him finally leave the back, coming up to him with a sharpie. “hey, what took so long?” you asked, laughing a bit before turning around and handing him a sharpie. “can you sign my shirt, mr.dynamight?” you said, your voice going up an octave as you mocked some of his obsessed fangirls. he chuckled along with you, the name you called him making his pants tight. he shook his head, gathering your hair and putting it over your shoulder, holding it there, the feeling of his fingers brushing against your neck making you shiver. he popped off the cap of the sharpie, signing his name up top with a little heart.

“all done, pretty.” he said, tapping your shoulder for you to turn back around, handing your marker back with a smile. you turned to look up at him, but you glanced behind him, catching izukus eyes. he was smiling, looking at the whole ordeal, like he had something on his mind. you didn’t care, meeting katsuki’s gaze.

“are you gonna come with us to dinner again, y/n?” katsuki asked, brushing some of your hair behind your ear.

“damnit, i forgot you guys do that! im supposed to be driving izuku back home, im the DD tonight.” you laughed, not thinking it was a big deal because you didn’t know about izuku and katsuki’s talk in the back.

katsuki clenched his jaw, nodding. “yeah. that’s fine, but i guess you owe me a dinner together.” he said with a half smile, patting your shoulder. you nodded, blushing slightly.

that’s when you both heard the concert directors order them into places on stage. he looked back down at you, “gotta go sweets, wish me luck.” he said, grabbing his drumsticks and running off to the stage with everyone else, leaving you, shoto, and izuku alone backstage. you all sat on the couch, chatting and catching up. shoto and izuku smoked and drank, izuku notably drinking more, for some reason.

the show was over sooner than expected, although you missed being in the crowd and singing along, backstage was also fun. everyone came back from the stage and the energy was palpable, everyone was excited, happy, and ready to go out, drink, eat, and have fun. you couldn’t help but feel a little FOMO, but it wasn’t horrible. everyone hung out together and took more photos together until you guys had to go. you and izuku split from the group, walking back to the car.

you both got in and you started driving to his house. it was silent between you too. you didn’t know if it was because he was high, drunk, or both, but it felt a little uncomfortable.

“do you know that katsuki guy?”

“.. yes.”

“..you know him well?”

“well.. we just met.” you said, slowly getting more confused and suspicious. “why?”

“he seems obsessed with you.” he grumbled, looking out the window. “just…—be safe, kay, y/n?” he said, just wanting the best with you.

you didn’t know how to respond.

..obsessed?

“what do you mean, obsessed?” you asked, wanting him to elaborate, furrowing your brows.

“i mean, when we went to get beers, he was asking if we were together.. strikes me of jealousy.” he murmured, reclining the chair, “he could always just be.. curious.. but i don’t think so.” he slurred, on the brink of falling asleep.

you didn’t respond, trying to digest the new information as you pulled into his driveway. “izuku, we’re here.” you said, shaking him awake.

he nodded, hugging you goodbye and he stumbled into his home.

you drove home in silence..

obsessed with me? you thought while smiling, so maybe he was being serious about that dinner date.. but he was jealous? so soon? i mean izuku was right.. you only just met.. did you like that he was jealous? that he interrogated your friend because he was interested in you?

you got home, glad you were sober now so you could actually think about the situation, and almost like you conjured him, you got a notification from katsuki, this time through your number and not instagram.

“you free next wednesday? i was serious about taking you out .” the text read, and you couldn’t be happier, you were practically kicking your feet.

“yeah, what time?” you asked, and shared details about the restaurant and the time you guys were gonna go.

katsuki had reached out to todoroki, talking to him while they had dinner after the show. he admitted to him that he liked you, and he needed help, desperately. he took note of your favorite flowers, favorite colors, foods, dining, everything. he knew a lot already, he had stalked your instagram, but he needed to confirm. he needed this to be perfect. he didn’t know why but in his heart, he knew not to let you slip from his fingers, so he planned everything perfectly.

now it was time to wait until wednesday, which felt like eternity. he was never this nervous for anything, but he had to pull himself together.

he couldn’t wait for wednesday and you couldn’t either.

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[4ranghaes]

I know you posted it almost a month ago at time I’m writing this request… but would you mind doing a follow up to that one with bnd and reader getting walked in on by another member? Like what is it like the next day? How much teasing can they endure? Will Woonhak be able to survive Jaehyun’s talk?

You don’t have to do a continuation of all the members if you do this request, I was mostly curious about Woonhak.

ot6 bnd x reader [kinda funny, fluff, fem!reader]

pt.2 to this!!!

a/n: okay i actually loved this and i wanted to do a pt.2 to taesan’s too so i just did all of them😭😭

sungho🎀

you walked into the kitchen, sungho’s t-shirt covering your body, as well as your pyjama bottoms. you poured two glasses of juice, smiling politely at riwoo and taesan who sat at the dining table. they just stared at you.

“i’m sorry, taesan! but in our defence, why didn’t you knock?!” you broke the silence, riwoo just laughing while taesan looked insulted.

“why weren’t you making noise?! any normal person does!” he threw back, as you rolled your eyes.

“whatever,” you laughed, “we were gonna order some food, do either of you want anything?” riwoo perked up opposite taesan, who sat pouting.

“just call sungho out here and we’ll talk,” riwoo smiled.

“um,” you paused, your boyfriend’s earlier words echoing in your head.

“i’m not going out there! if you want juice, you’ll have to get it yourself. i can’t look him in the eye right now.”

“i-i know what he wants anyway, it’s fine,” you said, awkwardly.

“oh my god, i can not have this ruining the dorm,” riwoo said, dramatically, “park sungho! get out here!”

“stop! he’s really embarrassed,” you said, shoving riwoo as you sat down beside him, pulling out your phone to flick through the delivery app.

“yeah i bet he is,” taesan rolled his eyes, before covering his face with his hands, “oh my god the image is seared into my brain!”

“well you could’ve left a bit quicker!” you exclaimed, “also, how do you think i feel?! why are you more embarrassed when you’ve seen me naked?!”

taesan stopped then, as the two of you shared an awkward look.

the silence was broken by your boyfriend appearing out of his room, wrapped in his duvet.

“han dongmin. if you say one thing, i’m leaving.”

“what, the band?” taesan teased.

“dongmin!” sungho scolded, collapsing onto the sofa. “i want dakgalbi.”

“okay, baby, we’ll get you dakgalbi,” you agreed, laughing at your boyfriend’s childish behaviour.

taesan just fake-cried, slamming his head into the table. “get out my brain!”

riwoo🦦🍡

“i’m kinda hungry,” you said, putting your phone down and rolling over, cuddling up to your boyfriend’s side. “shall we go and make that fried rice now?”

“or… shall we order?” riwoo grinned, wiggling his phone at you.

you gasped, “shall we?! wait. do you just not want to leave your room in case you see leehan?”

riwoo scoffed, already scrolling through the app, “no!”

you glared at him, riwoo sparing a glance to you as he rolled his eyes, “fine. yes. i don’t think he’s gonna say anything, i’m just embarrassed. i mean i literally moaned in front of him.”

you giggled, getting up and exiting the room, riwoo watching with a screwed up expression. you were right, even though you hadn’t said it, he knew your sentiment, he couldn’t spend his life in his room. but, this would pass in a day or two…

suddenly, leehan appeared at the door, breaking riwoo out of his concerns. you were stood behind him like a supportive mum.

“i’m sorry, hyung,” leehan spoke, face expressionless, “i should have knocked, i should have noticed sooner. i’m sorry.”

riwoo groaned, burying his face in his hands, “this is worse!”

“well what do you want me to say?” leehan laughed, “hyung, look, i’m sorry, but it’s life! i don’t care, also it’s not like i saw anything.”

riwoo hummed, getting out of bed and coming over to the two of you.

“what?” leehan said, as he was face to face with the man.

“get out of the way. i’m so hungry i could die, i need to make myself food.”

“you have been avoiding going outside!” you exclaimed.

“of course i have!” riwoo laughed, before grabbing leehan’s hand as they walked through the hallway. “wait. but seriously donghyun, if you tell any of the other members, i’ll—”

“what? that you and your girlfriend dry hump?” leehan laughed, riwoo smacking his shoulder.

“shut up, idiot.”

jaehyun🪻🐕

“we need to implement some serious boundaries in this band!” woonhak yelled, storming out his bedroom, taesan close behind.

“oh, it’s taesan now? it’s usually myungjae that’s being said about,” riwoo snickered.

“no one beats jaehyun, though,” taesan scoffed, still hanging off woonhak, despite the clear annoyance from the maknae, “what other friends have to implement a ‘no sex in the living room rule’?!”

“yeah, well, just be glad i stick to it,” jaehyun said, saluting all the members, while you smacked his chest.

“myung jaehyun, you absolute liar!” sungho yelled.

“oh god,” woonhak laughed, “hyung?! again?!”

“i walked in on those two making out the other day,” sungho said, now facing the rest of the members for a dramatic retelling.

“that’s not—”

“shared conversation, and everything!” sungho exclaimed, “and the entire time! he was continuing to finger her! under her skirt!”

“what the fuck?”

“myungjae—”

“please! oh my god!”

“jesus christ.”

jaehyun just laughed, while you hid your face in his shoulder, “what can i say?”

“oh my god,” you groaned. you pulled away, grimacing at the boys, “i’m so sorry, i don’t know why he’s like this.”

“yeah, yeah, you were there too, y/n! don’t act innocent,” sungho teased.

“she’s wearing a skirt, guys,” leehan said, smirking, “we should be careful, they could be up to something right now.”

“shut up, donghyun, that’s so—” you cut yourself off with a gasp as jaehyun ran his hand up your inner thigh, cupping your clothed heat. “myung jaehyun! stop it! you’re such a pervert.”

your boyfriend just giggled, removing his hand and leaning his head on your shoulder, the rest of the members groaning, riwoo and taesan even getting up and walking away, all while myungjae laughed to himself.

“i hope you’re having fun,” you said, sarcastically, peering down at him.

myungjae grinned, “of course i am.”

taesan🎸🐈‍⬛

“hi,” taesan said, entering riwoo’s bedroom.

“hey.”

“did you… get that jar open?”

“nope,” riwoo shook his head, offering an awkward smile to his friend.

taesan sighed, groaning, “i’m so sorry you had to see… that, but also—”

“i’m not gonna tell the others, tae,” riwoo smiled, “don’t worry.”

taesan sighed a breath of relief, “thank you, sanghyuk, genuinely—”

“i might tell my therapist, but, you know, they won’t tell anyone.”

taesan whined, burying his face in his hands, “oh god, i’m so embarrassed.”

“no, don’t be,” riwoo laughed, “i’m into it, actually. just didn’t realise you were too.”

“mmhmm,” taesan nodded, screwing up his face, “too raw to talk about it. maybe another time.”

riwoo laughed, nodding and waving taesan off.

“okay,” taesan nodded curtly, leaving the room, “thanks, hyung.”

he closed the door behind him, returning to his own bedroom where you were laid on the bed. you turned to smile at your boyfriend as he entered, placing your phone down.

“you do it?”

taesan nodded, trudging over to the bed where he collapsed into your arms, “he said he won’t tell anyone besides his therapist.”

you laughed, kissing his head, “well done, baby.”

taesan groaned, burying his face in your body, “fuck that’s so embarrassing. i actually want to die.”

leehan🪸🐠 [this one went in a very different direction to the others so.. smut content warning]

“thanks, woonhak,” sungho laughed, welcoming the boy back out of leehan’s bedroom and into the living room.

“why do i always loose the bets?” woonhak sighed.

“we seriously need to talk with them. how can they always be this loud?” taesan grumbled.

woonhak swallowed, “it was… hot though.”

jaehyun laughed loudly, shoving the maknae, “yeah? you liked it? perv.”

“shut up! just… objectively,” he said, embarrassed, “obviously i don’t want to see y/n noona like that, but…”

“what… what did it look like, woonhak? i mean, what were they doing?” riwoo asked, all the boys subconsciously leaning forward to listen in.

“well donghyun was sat on his desk chair,” woonhak swallowed, “and y/n was on his lap. but, i mean, her entire ass was covered in… you know.”

“in cum?” jaehyun finished, woonhak nodding in response. the boys somewhat laughed, but anyone could tell they were turned on.

“and- before they knew i was there, leehan kind of… took some and fed it to her,” woonhak said, clearing his throat as he nodded, “fuck. that was really hot actually.”

“damn,” taesan spoke.

“fuck,” sungho nodded.

riwoo and jaehyun had pulled pillows and a discarded hoodie over their laps.

“what’s up,” leehan suddenly spoke, emerging from his bedroom. he still wasn’t wearing a shirt, but he had sweatpants covering his lower half, slung low on his hips. his hair was slightly wet with sweat, lips swollen.

“nothing,” woonhak said suddenly.

“you were watching us, right?” leehan smirked, “perv.”

“shut up! you’re the one having sex loud enough for the whole dorm to hear!”

“you’re all jealous,” leehan teased, downing a glass of water, “get a girlfriend and tell me you don’t want to do just that.”

the boys all sighed, going back to their various activities until you emerged from leehan’s room. despite your hardest efforts, you seemed to be walking with a limp, and, as chance would have it, the only bathroom was past the living room.

you smiled awkwardly as you passed by, the boys all staring at you, trying to hide their own heavy breathing.

though your body was covered, they could almost see it. plus, the few hickies on the back of your neck and shoulders that were revealed as you walked by didn’t help.

when you disappeared into the bathroom, their eyelines fell to leehan who was smirking.

“losers.”

woonhak🧸

“this is the worst.”

you turned to look at woonhak, bursting into laughter at his unhappy expression.

“i’m serious, y/n. we’re busted. this is worse than my parents finding out,” your boyfriend groaned.

you were both sat on the sofa in the living room like two naughty children, pyjamas covering your bodies the next morning, while jaehyun paced up and down the kitchen, ever the dramatic.

he finally entered the living room, staring at you with the cutest angry expression ever. “when did this start?”

woonhak groaned, but he had promise to answer all his questions, “y/n’s birthday, earlier this year.”

you suppressed a laugh, nodding seriously as jaehyun took a dramatic deep breath.

“and who initiated last night?”

“hyung!” woonhak whined.

“you said all my questions!”

“fine!” woonhak sighed in defeat, “i did. i even came home early from the studio cause i was horny, and i knew y/n was here, sorry! sue me! hyung, you can’t say anything i’m an adult now!”

jaehyun wiped fake tears from his eyes, “and were you adults using protection?”

you nodded as woonhak frowned.

“what?” you laughed.

“d-did we?” he asked, suddenly worried as he looked to you.

you furrowed your eyebrows, “did we?! i don’t know woonhak you’re in charge of it!”

“y-yeah. yeah we did.”

“are you sure?” you asked, gripping woonhak’s hair to get him to look at you.

“oh my god,” jaehyun said, laying down on the floor.

“not the time hyung! i’m checking the rubbish.”

you groaned, laughing at the ridiculousness of the situation. you turned to jaehyun, “are you done?”

jaehyun chuckled, nodding, “yeah, i just like to wind him up. just take care of him, okay? and please use protection.”

you nodded sheepishly, woonhak coming back into the room with a successful smile on his face.

“we did! we did. it’s in the bin,” woonhak smiled, coming and sitting back on the sofa, giving you a quick kiss as he did.

jaehyun had obviously grown tired of his own antics, but as taesan entered the room, an evil smile grew on his face.

“taesan-ah!” he yelled.

“no! hyung!” woonhak whined, diving to the floor to tackle the leader.

but jaehyun was ever persistent, “woonhak’s having sex now! our baby! he’s all grown up, taesan-ah!”

“what?!”

[tiki-was-here]

Mark Grayson x Healer reader

Word Count: 800 smth words

this is so cringe chat i cant write teens. also im not even done with season two i hate school man.

The humming of the sick bay machines is oddly calming. Even if every inch of your body aches. Your arms feel like they’re filled with lead, your vision blurs every time you blink too long, and the searing hot feeling in your chest won’t go away.

Mark is in the cot beside yours, looking like he got hit by a truck. Twice. Dark circles under his eyes,  skin streaked with blood, and there was a bruise blooming down the side of his jaw. Still, he was adorable as ever.

“You look like a soggy burrito,” you muttered without looking at him.

Mark turned his head toward you with an exhausted groan. “And you look like someone stuffed a blanket into a juice box and called it a superhero.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

He squinted at you. “I’m concussed. Shut up.”

You both went quiet, letting the soft beeps of the machines and the distant chatter of medics fill the space. You were sore, tired, and very aware that your heart was beating louder than usual.

“Anyway,” you say, trying to change the subject before you melt into the hospital bed, “you’re still bleeding.”

Mark looks down at the gash on his side and shrugs. “It’ll stop eventually. My healing factor kicks in... eventually.”

“Eventually isn’t good enough. You need help.”

“I think the person who nearly passed out trying to heal everyone else is the one who needs help.”

You grimace. He’s not wrong.t you’d already pushed your powers too far. The blood transfusion hooked to your arm was struggling to catch up with what you gave.

But there is another way.

“…You know,” you said softly, turning your head to look at him, “my blood’s not the only part of me that can heal.”

He glances at you, eyes curious and half-lidded. “What do you mean?”

You shift slightly, tucking your arm beneath your head. “It’s mostly liquid-based. My healing powers, I mean. Blood is potent because it’s, like, concentrated.

Mark’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wait — are you saying… you have magic piss or something?”

You stare at him. 

“I’m going to throw something at you,” you say flatly, but your voice cracks with a half-laugh. “Seriously? That’s where your brain goes?”

He raises his hands in surrender. “You said liquids! I was just trying to understand!”

You roll your eyes. “I wasn’t talking about pee, you idiot,” you said, lifting your head again. “I meant… like tears. Sweat. Spit.”

“—Like, if you spit on a wound, it heals?” he interrupts, squinting at you like you’ve just suggested licking a battery. “Is that hygienic?”

You exhale sharply, looking up at the ceiling like maybe a higher power will give you patience.

“Mark.”

“Yeah?”

You turn your head toward him, cheeks burning but voice steady. “I want to kiss you.”

His mouth falls open.

“I—You—Wait, what?”

“Kiss. You,” you repeated, enunciating each word like he was a toddler. “Lips. Mine. Yours. Together. Healing. Maybe tongue. Optional. And I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while anyway, so…. Kinda killing two birds with one stone.”

His brain short-circuited. You could see it. 

A beat passes. Then two.

“You’re serious?” he asks quietly.

“I just fought a giant lizard alien hybrid with you, nearly died, and gave half my blood to save our friends,” you mutter. “Yeah, Mark. I’m serious.”

Something softens in his expression. He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time — like all the years you’ve known each other, all the battles, all the late-night chats and almost-moments — are finally adding up to this.

“I… I really want to kiss you too,” he says, almost like it surprises him. “Like, really. I think I’ve wanted to for a while, but I didn’t want to screw things up.”

Your heart does a ridiculous flip in your chest. “You’re not screwing anything up.”

He nods once, eyes locked on yours. “Okay. Um. Then I’m gonna—okay.”

He leans towards, wincing a little as his ribs protest. You meet him halfway, hands trembling as you touch his jaw, guiding him gently closer until his lips brush yours.

 It wasn’t a perfect kiss—he still tasted like blood and hospital gum, and your nose bumped his a little too hard—but it was soft,warm, all you've ever wanted since the moment you laid eyes on him.

Your lips moved slowly against his, and for a second, you swore you felt a spark. Maybe from your powers. Maybe from him.

When you pulled back, both your cheeks were burning. 

“…Feel better?” you asked, breathless.

Mark smiled. “A little.” Then paused. “Might need a second dose. You know. Just to be sure.”

You scoffed. “Wow. You’re such a flirt when you’re bleeding out.”

“And you’re weirdly hot when you’re threatening to heal me with your spit.”

He grins — bright and stupid and beautiful. 

And for the first time in hours, you don’t feel quite so drained.

Fun fact reader was originally supposed to go down on him but I was in public and kinda forgot how old he is when he officially starts working as a superhero so I decided to play it safe

[a-simple-imagine]

Blood Stained Stars

synopsis: On the way to nationals, your plane crashes in the canadian wilderness and van's desperation for you to be okay reveals your relationship to the other girls

pairing: teen!van palmer x fem!reader

words: 2.8k

A/N - hope all five people of van palmer nation enjoy this meal. i have run out of ideas now though so…

WARNINGS - swearing, a plane crash, mention of injuries, blood and pain, very brief and vague allusion to homophobia.

Numb. Searing hot and all-consuming. It's the first thing you notice. How could you not? It felt like it was trying to devour you. Drag you deeper and deeper until it's all you know. But then your eyes flutter open beneath warm rays of sunlight and your ears adjust to the sounds of chirping birds and crunching branches. Complete disarray. You can feel the panic settling in your chest before your brain can make sense of anything. Nothing here made sense. Sprawling trees of thick brown bark take up most of your vision. One in particular scrapes against your shoulder blades through your sweatshirt. How did you get here? Where even was here? The last thing you remember is getting on the plane to nationals. Sitting in a pleather seat on a private plane, Lottie's father had so nicely provided. Mari shared some of her fruit by the foot with you. It takes a beat to register another human being. Thick curls and a Yellowjackets varsity jacket. Taissa.

An attempt to say her name gets caught in your throat; a strange gurgling sound coming out instead. A hearty cough that rattles your chest draws her attention.

"Oh, thank god," Tai rushes towards you, crouching down to get a better look. Her fingertips dig into your cheeks as she inspects your face, guiding it left and right. "Are you okay?"

A redundant question. How could anyone be okay right now? Your body didn't even feel like your own, but you don't feel like you're in any immediate danger, so you nod a little. "I think so,"

"Can you walk?" Tai lets go of your face, standing up and holding out her hand. Staring in that moment reveals the aftermath of something dark. Brushes of ash. A fire, an accident. You take the offer and she supports your rise, only for a pained sob to emit from your throat. Searing hot pain starts in the lower left of your back and spreads like wildfire. Tai drops you instantly. A further groan as you land against the dirt, falling back against the tree.

"What-what's wrong?" She crouches down. Eyes desperately searching yours. You don't know the answer. Not exactly. Your entire body had felt numb before, but now you were in unimaginable levels of discomfort. Suddenly so aware of the sharpest point. Tense muscles refusing to relax.

"I... my back," you explain. All you knew was that something was wrong with your back. It was red hot and disgustingly wet. Unable to control the flinch that follows her hand on your shoulder, Tai's brow furrows.

"I'm just gonna have a look, okay? I'll be quick." Her hand ever present, you nod cautiously. Carefully, she starts forcing your torso forward while ignoring any sounds of clear distress. "Shit," slips past her lips and its clearly a mistake as she drops you, her eyes darting to yours.

"What's wrong?"

The ever-calm and confident Taissa Turner was anything but right now as she stared at you. You wait for an explanation, but it never comes. She just stands up, brushing off her jeans. "I'll be back." Was she really about to abandon you here? Ignoring all the warning signs of your body, you reach forward to grasp her wrist.

"Don't leave me here, Tai." All you can do is beg. Left out of her plan, you definitely wouldn't survive out here on your own. You can hardly move. Taissa pivots, her free hand coming to rest over yours.

"I'll come back. Promise," She pushed down against your hand forcing herself free. Already rushing away before you can grab her again.

"Tai," You yell, but it falls on deaf ears. You are completely alone. Your eyes dart frantically around to try and get a handle on your surroundings, but it is entirely in vain. You have no clue where you are. A forest... somewhere, maybe? You were surely fucked if that was true. Your chest catches on quicker than your brain can; you can't breathe. Why can't you breathe? In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In rapid succession. In. Out. In. Out. Fuck. Are you gonna die out here? What about nationals? What about school? What about your family? Left alone to die in the woods. You'll never see them again... or any of your friends back home. You squeeze your eyes shut tight. Trying so desperately to gain control of your breathing. A force collides with you. A cry of pain struggling in your throat. Wrapped up in someone's arms. "You're back," Thank god. Tai came back. She hasn't left you. But your eyes open and you see sprawling red hair. Was this real? Was she real? "...Van?"

"You're alive," mumbled against the skin of your neck. You stay like this for a while. Despite the pain, you start to relax in her presence. Van was real. Alive. You still had each other. She pulls you tighter, adjusting your body. A surge of pain grounds you in the reality of your situation.

"...Van, you're hurting me." Van groans pathetically before letting you go.

"Sorry," Knelt before you, and you examined her. Really look at her. Half a face covered in raw red scratches. More ash than perfectly freckled skin. Tears prick your eyes. A warm hand delicately cups your jaw, thumb bringing a stinging sensation as it brushes against your cheek. "I just..."A feeble kiss against your lips. Another and another in rapid succession.

"Van," A kiss placed upon your nose.

"You're alive." The girl repeats, only this time, she lets her head fall to rest against yours. "Don't ever scare me like that again," Voice stern and serious. Not akin to her playful nature.

"Like it was my choice." A few playful giggles. A wolf whistle. And then a cough that didn't belong to either of you. The redhead jerks away, landing in the dirt next to you. Taissa had returned and brought a small gaggle of teammates with her. Any explanation caught in your throat. Lucky for you nobody seems too concerned with the matter right now. 

"I brought Misty," Tai explains. Did you hear that right? Are you in some alternative universe now? You could not think of anyone you would rather have near you less right now than Misty fucking Quigley. "She's gonna take a look,"

"Don't come anywhere near me, Quigley," You threaten, pointing up at her as she steps closer. 

"I can help,"

"No,"

"You're being ridiculous," Tai huffs. "Misty just help her, she can't even do anything." Your eyes narrow in on the blonde, daring her to come closer.  Tai was right. There wasn't much you could actually do, but Misty didn't know that. You could see it on her face. The fear of retaliation. Eventually, Tai simply breezes past her towards you. Crouching down and shoving your body forward and earning herself a yelp. "Look."

A very cautious Misty approaches. Keeping her eyes locked on yours until she can't anymore. "Oh my,"

"What? Is it bad?"

"You have-"

"You're fine," Tai interrupts. "She is fine, right, Misty?"

"We have to tell her,"

"Tell me what?"

"Holy shit," Van's voice interjects. It was clearly very bad. Your hand reaches around to try and feel what's going on; the entire area is hot and painful to the touch, but your fingertips skim something solid, and you yank your hand away. Red fluid descends from your fingertips to your thighs. 

"What is that?" You ask a tad louder than expected, you look between the other girls in the clearing, searching for an answer that nobody wanted to give. "Someone tell me what's happening?"

Van takes one for the team, coming around to face you. "Don't freak out, but you have like- I don't know, a piece of the plane lodged in your back." 

"I- What?" Voice shrill, you immediately reach back again to grab it. Face scrunching up in despair. Between the pain and how wet it is, you can't get a good grip on it. "Get it out!" you demand, still struggling. A hand clamps around your wrist. 

"Calm down," Taissa demands. "You're gonna make it worse."

"Get it out!" you repeat.

"We're trying, but you won't let Misty near you."

"I'm sorry, did I miss the memo where misty is suddenly a fucking doctor?" You shoot back but terror is quickly sinking in. Breath quickening. Smering your blood against your jeans as your fingertips press painfully into your thighs.

"Misty is... your best shot, okay? Do you see a doctor around here- I don't?" Taissa fires back. 

"W-where's coach?" Tears well in your eyes and begin slipping down your cheeks before you have a chance to stop them. 

"Misty," Tai urges.

"I don't know if we should remove it. She might bleed out."

"She can't keep it in." Suddenly, this was a group discussion as your teammates debated what to do. You focus on Van, whose eyes keep flickering between you and the others just to your side. Concern etched on that ash-ridden face. 

"Am I gonna die?" You ask ever so quietly. Maybe a question for the others? For god? For the wilderness around you? Or maybe you just needed to hear the possibility said out loud. Either way, Van's eyes immediately dart to yours; 

"No," stated firmly. So sure of her answer but you're not inclined to believe her. You had been thinking about your demise since Taissa found you earlier. It just felt more real now that you were gonna die at the hands of Misty Quigley rather than starvation or something more natural. 

"Fuck- I'm gonna die." you express.

"I'm just gonna take it out very carefully," Misty assures you.

"You just said I could bleed out." You exclaim. 

"It's our only option." What the fuck had you done to deserve this? Stranded in the middle of nowhere with your only hope being the equipment manager of your high school soccer team. You thought you were a pretty good person. You did well in school. You were a good daughter. So why? 

"J-Just hurry up." You swallow hard. An attempt to accept your fate. It was almost impressive how Misty took charge; a side of her you had never seen before. Everyone was listening. Doing as she instructed. Van is the only one who doesn't move. She stays firmly seated in the dirt. Her hand comes to rest over the top of yours, squeezing gently. Not quite holding your hand, but enough if anyone was paying attention. Maybe everything would be okay after all. 

A somber mood envelopes the makeshift campsite, threatening to drown you all. Coach was dead. A lot of your friends were dead. Most people were injured in one way or another. And there was nothing to do but wait for rescue. Everyone had fallen asleep using seat cushions as make-shift pillows and blankets or clothing to ward off the chill. Faint flames of orange and yellow dance in the centre, doing its best to keep everyone warm before its inevitable demise. You're hunched against the closest tree trunk. The pain was too much for you to lie down like the others. The others had managed to use pieces of fabric to create bandages that wraps all the way around your lower back and stomach. After a lot of tears, excruciating pain and what you would consider a significant amount of blood, Misty had managed to remove the chunk of metal from your back without killing you, but now you just have to suffer. It hurts considerably. An ache so intense you fear it will consume you. Sleep was uncertain. Van was wrapped up in a blanket, lying down beside you. The stars reflected in her open eyes. You had insisted she did not need to be next to you, but she can be so stubborn. 

"Van?" whispered harshly. Head resting against the rough bark. Eyelids heavy. Movement slow. You have been thinking about home a lot since you got carried back to camp. Would everyone know about the crash by now? What would everyone think? What are they going to do to save you? 

"Yeah?"

"Can you do something for me?

"Anything." Always so eager to please, you slowly look away from her. Glancing up at the night sky. It really was beautiful out here. So peaceful. You don't think you have ever seen so many stars in your life. But with it's serenity comes the reality that you needed medical care, you could not get out here. There was nobody around, and sure, Misty took a first aid class, but that didn't guarantee a future. 

"If I die-"

"You won't die," stated directly 

"You don't know that," you respond

"You won't die."

A roll of your eyes. That stubbornness would be the death of her one day. You really don't feel like fighting right now, though. "But if I do-"

"You won't." geez.

"But if I do," You repeat more firmly. Continuing before she can get another word in. "And you guys make it back, can you... I want you to... tell my parents about us."

"What?" 

"I... I want them to know the real me, you know?" You express. You had a decent relationship with your parents. They do the best they can, and you appreciate that. But it didn't matter how well they cared for you, there were always going to be things you kept from them. Vanessa Palmer was your best friend. They knew that. But you had never told them that one night after practice, you two had taken the long way home so you could keep hanging out and in the beautiful glow of the setting sun, Van had stolen a kiss. It was so quick. But not unexpected because you had been thinking about the same thing ever since you caught her stealing glances in the library while studying. Van had always made you feel giddy, but one day something just shifted, and you realised that you liked her. The way other girls talk about boys is how you felt about Van. About your best friend. You had never told anyone else. A secret just for the two of you until now. "and I'm most myself when I'm with you. They deserve to know that."

"You can tell them yourself."

"Van," Her name but a sigh on your lips. You know her words are as much for herself as they are for you, however, that doesn't make them any easier to hear. Van sits up, adjusting the blanket so it covers their knees as she pulls them to her chest. 

"I'm sorry,"

"It's not your fault," You assure her. It was nobody's fault even if Laura Lee suggests that petty sins are the reason the plane went down. 

"We almost gave up- I almost gave up on looking for you..." You didn't know that. How long had you been out there, bleeding to death, before they found you? "When I saw you, I just- I couldn't help myself... now everyone knows."

"I don't care, Van," You explain. You look to your sleeping teammates. Your relationship had been a secret for so long. There was no way to predict how a bunch of teenage girls you saw every day and shared a locker room with would react if you had told them. Or more so, you feared you did know. But things were different out here.  You're in the middle of nowhere awaiting a rescue that may never come. Everyone had more important things on their mind. You shift higher up the tree as best you could without aggravating your injury. "I'm happy everyone knows." 

"Really?"

"Aren't you?" She shrugs.

"We don't really know how anyone feels about it. After everything that's happened, it's pretty low on people's lists."

"That's a good thing though," you insist. "We get to be together and nobody cares."

"Maybe," The uncertainty was all you had right now. You don't understand why she couldn't be as adamant about this as she was about your survival. Your gaze returns to Van, whose head is slumped down against the knees. 

"I'm glad you're here, Van."

"I'm glad you're here too," She responds. The redhead shuffles considerably closer so you're both leaning against the tree. Tossing the blanket so that it covers both of you. Ever so gently, her head falls to rest against your shoulder.  "I... don't know what I would do without you," mumbled into the darkness. You find the energy for a smallish smile, but it doesn't last very long. A sadness quickly settles into your aching muscles. They had almost given up on you. She had almost given up. Left you to bleed out with only the trees for company. You can't help but wonder if they had found you sooner, would things be different? Your head falls to rest upon Van's. Your eyes flutter closed. Ignoring the pain. Disregarding the way your body was beginning to tremble. Overlooking the way your face was burning and sweaty. Dismissing all of the unseen symptoms of an oncoming fever.  

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Tit For Tat

Santiago Pope Garcia x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 15: Against a Wall

Summary: You and Santi sneak off.

A/N: This was meant to be for kinktober 2023 (I'm so sorry). A massive thank you to @thexsanctuaryx for saving my butt yet again and beating.

Warnings: oral sex (m!receiving), please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 460

Santi moans loudly, his head thrown back, his back pressed against the wall. His jeans are down by his thighs from where you tugged them, low and nearly at the knee. There’s the beginning hint of one of his surgery scars just peeking out at the edge of the material. 

His unbuckled belt taps rhythmically against the fly as you bob your head, sucking him as deep into your mouth as you can.

You jerk him in time with your mouth, caressing the inches you can swallow down while you lightly knead and squeeze his heavy balls. 

“Baby,” he groans, biting his lip as he bucks weakly into the heat of your mouth. “Please, I’m gonna…” He sucks in a deep breath as you moan lightly, the sound reverberating along his skin. 

He wants to hold off, wants to let you play with him as long as you wish, forever if you wanted. God, he would do anything you wanted. 

He knows he’s meant to be keeping vaguely quiet. The walls aren’t that thin and pretty much everyone is in the garden outside, but even so, he’s getting dangerously close to too loud. But he just can’t help himself, can’t gather together enough brain cells that haven't been overloaded by the feeling of your lips and tongue along his cock to care. 

His balls tighten, drawing up as his length pulses and grows impossibly harder. 

“Gonna come…” He whines, his breath catching in his throat. 

He’s not used to this, not used to being given things so completely. Not used to being the one that’s pressed against surfaces and pampered with pleasure. 

Not used to someone not expecting anything in return. 

But, oh boy, how he was going to return it. 

He was going to get you down completely flat on your back on the floor with his head between your legs and make you come and come and come and-

He cries out softly, bucks weakly as his orgasm floods his veins and he spurts hot, thick cum into your eager mouth. 

You moan around him, swallowing eagerly as he shivers and shakes. Only pulling back as he sighs and slumps forward ever so slightly. 

You’re grinning up at him when he looks at you. 

“You trying to let everyone know you’re getting your dick sucked?” You tease and he scoffs, grinning.

“Maybe.” He shrugs, still breathing deeply. “Was I that bad?” 

You shake your head. “There’s still some plausible deniability.” 

He snorts, slowly sinking down onto the floor next to you. His heart warms when you reach out to help him. “Yeah, well, there won’t be.” 

“What?”  He grabs you, making you chuckle as he pulls you into a searing kiss. “‘Cause I’m about to make you scream.”

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obsessed - c. alcaraz

c. alcaraz x f!reader

summary: you really don't want carlos to get a haircut.

wc: 1.3k

tags/warnings: suggestive, fluff, implied oral sex, making out.

a/n: posting this to cope with the fact that we're probs gonna lose fluffy hair pinkcaraz 😔. as you can probably tell, i don't speak spanish, so please feel free to correct me. as always, likes, reblogs, feedback, etc. are always appreciated! if you want to be tagged in any future writing, please lmk. i might make an official taglist form later if enough people want to be tagged. thanks and hope you enjoy!

it’s one of his days off. thankfully, you and carlos have been enjoying a relaxing vacation at home after several long weeks of traveling and tournaments. for the past few days, the two of you have been making the most of his time off by sleeping in and lounging around at home for most of the day. today, however, the absence of your personal heater next to you rouses you from your comfortable sleep early. you blindly pat his side of the bed just to be sure, and when you don’t find him, you lazily crack your eyes open to look for him. sitting up in bed, you find him half dressed, just starting to get ready for the day. 

“lo siento, did i wake you?” he asks apologetically while fondly watching you rub your eyes from sleep. you look so cute with your sleepy expression and wild bed hair, it makes his heart flutter. he stops what he’s doing to sit next to you on the bed and places a soft good morning kiss on your forehead. 

you yawn and shake your head smiling. “it’s okay. what are you doing? where are you going?” you ask, trying to smooth down your unruly hair. carlos laughs softly and brushes back a few strands that fall into your face.

“i thought i would go run some errands, maybe go get a haircu-”

“no!”

“‘no?’ what do you mean ‘no?’”

shit, did you just say that out loud? you’re still a little hazy from sleep, and clearly, your brain-to-mouth filter isn’t working at full capacity yet. 

when you don’t answer him right away, carlos presses on. “do you not want me to get a haircut? do my haircuts not look good?” he asks with his pretty brown puppy-dog eyes and signature pout.

you’ve really dug yourself into a hole here. “no, charlie, you always look good,” you respond quickly. and it’s true, he does always look good to you, even when he comes home with his goofy ass fade and you’re forced to mourn his soft, fluffy hair. at just the mere mention of a haircut, you’re already lamenting the loss of his current look. he’s been overseas for a few weeks now, so it’s been a while since he last went to see his barber. his hair has grown out a bit on the sides and especially in the front, where it curls and falls just above his eyes. he looks so good like this, it drives you insane sometimes. 

you distinctly remember an incident just last week where you couldn’t take it anymore and basically jumped his bones as soon as he wrapped up his post-match press conference. he had played so well that day. watching him absolutely glowing, dashing back and forth on court, had you so incredibly worked up. his hair was also slightly ruffled from a vigorous match and him occasionally brushing it out of his eyes. despite that, it still looked perfectly soft. you didn’t care that he was still sweaty from the match, you had to have him close so you could run your hands through his hair and ruffle it up even more. 

with unwavering determination, the second carlos stepped out of the press room, you were leading him down an empty hallway of the stadium. once the two of you were away from prying eyes, you had pulled him in by the collar for a searing kiss. as much as he was surprised, he knew better than to interrupt you when you were like this, so he played along, backing you up and caging you against the wall. your resulting gasp allowed him to lick past your lips, into your mouth, teasing you. with one hand still clinging to the collar of his shirt, your other hand reached up to tangle itself in carlos’ hair, bringing him impossibly closer to you. completely engrossed in you, he continued licking and nipping at your bottom lip until you were panting hard. when you gently pulled him back by his hair so you could catch your breath, he let out a soft moan, sending a shiver down your spine. your eyes met, both dark with want, and he dove back in, assertively pressing his soft lips to yours before moving to bury his face in your neck. when he tentatively nibbled at your pulse point, you gasped, tightening your grip on his hair ever so slightly. this had him increasing the intensity of his attention to your neck with a satisfied smirk on his face. you were running your fingers through his hair in appreciation when you heard voices down at the end of the hall, forcing you to drag him off of you. 

you were dreamily reminiscing about how you had quickly pulled him somewhere else more private to finish what you started when carlos’ voice interrupted your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. “then, por qué no?” he asks, referring back to you not wanting him to get a haircut.

“um…well…it’s just- uh-,” you stutter in response. you clearly have an answer – you’re a little obsessed with his hair grown out – but you don’t want to tell him that outright. feeling embarrassed from being in this position and also still slightly flustered from the memory, your cheeks burn. you get that look on your face that says you’re thinking unsavory thoughts about him, and ever-observant carlos starts to pick up on how you’re feeling at the moment.

with a mischievous grin and a teasing tone, he keeps pushing you to answer. “dime, amor. you can tell me anything.” at this point, he’s leaning in so close to you, practically crawling up your body, so you’re forced to lay back on the bed while he hovers over you.

“i just, uh, really like your hair like this is all.”

“oh, de verdad? is that really all you were thinking about? you weren’t thinking about yesterday?” he questions deviously while holding himself up on top of you, slotted in between your legs. 

yesterday. yesterday, as in, when the both of you were in the same position in bed. except, then, he was lower down, attentively nipping and sucking a path from your inner thighs upwards. your hands were tangled in his hair, pulling groans from him and directing him closer to the burning ache between your legs. that yesterday. 

uh oh, he’s caught you. he’s probably known this whole time that you’re obsessed – not that you were really trying to hide it or anything – and when you finally realize, you whine and cover your face from embarrassment. 

“well, no i wasn’t thinking about yesterday, but i am now,” you grumble out. thinking back, you subconsciously try to squeeze your thighs together at the memory, but because carlos is still positioned with an evil little smile between your legs, you can’t. you can hear him trying to hold back his laughter, so from behind your arms, you mumble, with no venom behind it, “you’re the worst.”

“ok, well if i’m the worst, then i guess i should get up so i can go get a haircut then,” he teases while moving to get up off of you. 

before he can get anywhere, you pull him back so that he’s plopped on top of you and wrap yourself around him like a koala. “nooooo, don’t go,” you whine into the crook of his neck and snuggle even closer to him. “please.” 

the way you hold him close has him melting. he can’t deny you when you’re this adorable. “ok, fine,” he mumbles endearingly into your hair as he presses a sweet kiss to the top of your head. carlos then wraps his own arms around you in a bear hug and rolls over so that you’re the one laying on top of him. pulling the blankets back up, he settles the both of you back into bed so the two of you can cuddle the rest of the day away. 

taglist: @yungbludz

[carmensbrain]

Heyy can you do angst like really really angst of reader dying in season 2 or 1 with Jayce x reader

This is so evil… of course I’ll do it ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧🎀

Contains- Jayce Talis x councilor! Reader

Rating- T for brains above 13!

Warnings- mentions and descriptions of death and gore(?)

Authors note- I’m currently coping with season 2 act 2 , I miss my soft lover boy Jayce so bad it’s insane ( • ᴖ • ｡)

Fic starts below the cut!

You had met Jayce in the academy days, keeping him company while he did his piles of research on hex tech. You loved to watch him work, seeing him finding that final piece of the puzzle and celebrating with you made your heart flutter. So after weeks of brushing hands, stares from across the classroom, and complements that were a bit too flirty he finally got the courage to ask you out.

Since then he’s been glued to you, fingers laced with yours while he rehearses his progress day speech for the 50th time, head resting in your lap as you work out some councilor paperwork late in the night.

One afternoon he walks into your office, face sewn with an emotion you couldn’t place.

“You’re needed in the council room, it’s important” his tone is flat but wavers at the end, after the attack on the bridge you could tell he was struggling, grappling with the weight of duties he never agreed to uphold.

You followed him into the room, dim with the sun setting just outside the large window. As he speaks to you and the rest of the council his voice is confident but the look in his eyes while he introduces the idea of a separation of piltover and zaun is full of worry.

The idea of zaun raised eyebrows but as the time to vote came the council, including you, agreed. Maybe once zaun is free the zaunites can finally find peace and piltover can focus on hex tech’s development. The final light flickers on as councilor Kiramman agreed to the proposition and a wave of relief washed over Jayce’s face, the looming dread leaving his face.

A moment later a distant explosion causes you to turn your head, momentarily blinded by the blue flash of a rocket barreling for the council building. Without time for anyone to react the room is practically reduced to rubble, a searing heat biting your skin as rubble pins you on the ground.

Everything sounds muffled as the remaining members of the council stumble to help each other, Jayce’s voice booming through the room as he searches for you. He’s able to pull a majority of the rubble off you you but the damage was already done, blood pooling on your dress as Jayce’s hand comes to cover the gash ripped in your side.

Tears fill his eyes as he tries to get help, screaming for help from the stunned councilors staring at the scene unfolding in front of them.

“Jayce…” you call out, hand reaching up to touch his face in spite of the shooting pain every movement caused. His skin is hot, stubble on his jaw pricking at your hand. His cheeks are covered in ash and dust, only broken up by tear tracks.

“I’m sorry- I- I can fix this I’m gonna get you help” He reassures, the words consoling himself more than you. His hands shake as he holds you, panic setting in while your skin grows paler and colder by the second. You guide his face to yours, lips colliding with his for the last time.

“Please… don’t blame yourself” you plead as you fight to stay conscious, every second passing increasing the pain ripping from you abdomen while the adrenaline fades. The finality in the way you spoke broke Jayce, a strangled cry leaving his lips as he felt you go limp in his arms.

Your mind brought you to a safer place, memories of the early mornings, date nights, and soft moments shared between you two playing as the sound around you fades and you can feel yourself slipping away. The pain fades and for a brief moment there is peace, no aching in your heart as you watch the man you love work himself to the bone to fix problems born centuries before him, no more constant stress about how to uphold the approval of the council while fulfilling your promise to your people in the undercity, no more fear of what tomorrow may bring.

As he finally lets your body go, lying you down as comfortably as he could so your final rest could be a good one, his gaze falls on victor.

He is in a similar position to you but there’s no visible bleeding and he’s still breathing, though shallow. A flash of panic courses through him as he rushes him to the lab, chest heaving while his thoughts cloud all of the other voices around.

I can’t lose them both tonight.

[wtfdemother]

Idfk filth

CW: yes. fluffy dw

dividers by tsunami-of-tears

Getting so worked up after a night of drinking with König, his cock straining so painfully tight in his pants he almost took you in the back seat of the Uber driver right then and there.

You barely manage to get in the house, pushing each other further towards the bedroom in a whirlwind of messy kisses, mindlessly groping one another. His tongue lapped at your mouth, you can taste the whiskey on his breath as your saliva intermingles with his, König finally loses patience. He hoists you up to his waist, calloused paws gripping you firmly on the back of your thighs as he climbs the stairs in a hurry.

He’s to make sure you’re treated well tonight. Ahh, Schatz how you must know how much that man fucking loves you. Clothes mindlessly discarded across the bedroom floor after slamming you on the springy mattress, he’s an animal driven by instinct with the need to breed.

Stuff you full until you can’t even remember your own fucking name. He loves you, adores you, worships the very ground you walk on. He needs that fact engrained into your brain.

He wants your mind full of him, your pussy full of his tongue while he moans your name like a prayer, swallowing every drop of delectable honey you gift him, so soft and pliable, König could drown in your essence.

“Meine süße Königin, du bist eine schöne Hure für mich, ja? Alles für die König, ja?”

He’s egging you, edging you, taunting you with mean words only to coat them in sugar.

A desperate whine tears through your throat from the teasing, you can’t take it anymore. You can’t take it…you want to be full of your König.

But he worships your weeping cunt and stretches you good for him.

“I don’t want to hurt my little lamb…” he mutters before giving your clit a tentative little kiss, scissoring your entrance to accommodate what’s to come. “I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself if I hurt you, meine Taube.”

Despite the burn of the alcohol that courses through his bulging veins, König’s touch remains so sweet and tender it’s almost sickening. But it felt so good… you don’t want him to ever stop being the kind and thoughtful man he truly is.

He licks your swollen nub, rimming your cunt with calloused digits, not yet plunging them in. König laps leisurely, minutes tick by as he savours your natural lubricant, he doesn’t think he has to use any from the bottle he bought prior. You’re so wet, haven’t even cum on his tongue yet.

Lewd squelches echo through the silence of the room in between shared moans, your juices flowing down to the curve of your asscheeks, “You’re dripping,” he states, switching between tongue fucking your cunt and kissing your overly sensitive clit or fingering you.

But he pulls out too soon for you to cum.

You throb around nothing, fat globs of tears make their way down your flushed expression. You whine pathetically while desperately trying to get a firm grip on the tuffs of lightly coloured hair between your legs, devouring you. “König… my love… I want you, please… I need you so bad…I need you-”

He immediately obeys, doesn’t matter how immersed he was eating your pussy, your cries always come first. He crawls over you, caging you, securing you in his protective embrace.

“I love you…” König mutters, captures your lips with his as you taste yourself on his tongue. He slips inside you with ease, “Das ist es, Taube…” König praises, feeling the searing warmth of your body wrap deliciously around his aching cock.

“Ahh… das is es, Scheiße-!” He cusses and hisses through gritted teeth, trying his best to move slow. “Meine Liebe… I cannot—you feel too good…” he splays his hands under the crook of your knees, hiking your legs as far as they can go.

“Gonna fuck…this delicious pussy, my love. Gonna fill you…to the brim.”

He grunts out words of filth between thrusts, alternating between German and English until you both are reduced into a puddle of carnal needs and desire. The sound of skin slapping against one another fills the room, the bed creaks in rhythm to his pounding, taking the big boy well.

“Mein Sschaaatz…” he drawls out, drooling on your tits as he switches between either nipple to suckle on. “Du bist perfekt… Diese enge Muschi ist alles für mich, ja? Sag es.”

“All yoursss…!” You babble as you near the edge, pulsing and sucking him in further, trying to milk your man of all his worth. “This pussy is all yours!! All yours, König, all yours-! Fuckk! Meeeee-!”

Your words spur him further, he’s so close. “Gonna breed this needy cunt for König, ja? Is that what you crave, meine liebe? Meine Verdammt Sonnenscheine…”

A sharp gasp, your vision begins to spot, eyes roll to the back of your head as you let your orgasm wash over you in ecstatic waves.

König is quick to follow, giving your pussy a few more pumps before caving into the feeling. Broken ‘I love you’s’ were exchanged as he loads your womb full of his potent seed, cradling you with such tenderness as you both come down from your shared high. He kisses you feverishly, muttering words of gratitude, “I love you…I love you so much, you’re all mine…”

“All mine, Taube… you’re my love.”

He holds you through the night, nevermind the tacky feeling of sweat clinging to your bodies, König doesn’t pull out when you fall asleep together. The house is relatively quiet, except for the soft snores coming from the sleeping giant.

Phew.

[covenofagatha]

practice makes perfect was so fucking hot. i woke up, checked my notifications, started playing with my tits, finished it, and then had to reply messages like my underwear wasn't soaked. curse you and your incredible writing for the millionth time smh 🙄

regardless, that experience + the fic + my latest brainworm + the puppy ideas = evolved tiny brain worm for your reward. consider:

(degradation, petplay, collar mention, spit, we love titties, body fluid mixing (its precum and saliva. no piss! i respect miss covenofagatha 🙏), cum on face lol)

titjob with desperate! puppy! g!p reader.

reader who's whining, pawing at agatha needily, embarrassed at how hard you've gotten just by looking at her. agatha mocks you, talking about how you're "more pathetic than a common whore" and "how could you ever handle yourself without me, pup?"

she tugs at your collar, cooing at you condescendingly, "is it all sticky down there, my sweet girl?" or "awwww, poor baby, can't control yourself, can you?" while she guides you to her chest. your breast fixation is a little unhealthy and you latch on needily, sucking and kneading, but she grips a handful of hair and tugs you off, drool collecting at your mouth.

"god, you're so fucking dirty," she groans, loving how depraved you look. with her permission, you slot your dick neatly between her tits, and her firm hands on your hips control your pace. "can't do it without me, can you, pup?" and you watch as she spits down, her saliva mixing with your residual ones in the space between her breasts, cause you to jerk upwards at the molten heat that sears in you.

"need you, please, please-" you jumble up your words as she digs her hands into your ass, jolting you through the cavity, spurring you on as your rapidly building precum mixes with her and your spit, dick gliding back and forth.

you thrust, and god, you don't even need to squeeze her tits together, the space just perfect for your cock, and the thought that she was made for you makes you throb. "filthy little dog," agatha snarls, and you whimper in response, because god, it's so fucking hot to be reduced to her desperate little pup, rutting on her chest, her brand littered across your back, her collar clasped tightly around your neck.

she owns you, and that, combined with the feeling of her soft, supple tits against your hard, veiny cock and the knowledge that your fluids are mixing with hers, is what sends you over the edge. "gonna- ngh- please-" is what she hears before a sheen of white covers her face, and the look of her drenched in your cum sends your sensitive dick a surge of desire, and you meekly shoot out another load.

"pathetic," she scoffs, and you grow embarrassingly hard at the way her eyes narrow, her brows furrowing in mock frustration, and when she yanks you by your collar, you lap up your cum off her face obediently, while she mutters about what a dirty little puppy you are.

-

small one this time because I've just barely woken up, but i had to get this out or i would be distracted all day. wonderful job with mean! agatha, i loved the degradation and thought you would like a bit more of it. good luck for your exam that i assume is coming up again in a day or two 💜

-lots of love, worm anon :)

So sorry about that predicament (except not at all 🤭) and I am so glad you liked (most of the fics I have written over the past few days have been inspired by your brainworm that has infected me too so I love knowing that you like them)

Your rewards are so good 🫠 I really just need to compile them into a few fics because fuck I can’t stop thinking about the ideas you have (I always appreciate/like more)

Lots of love right back to you for all your delicious thoughts 💜

[sunnie-angel]

New Year’s Day

jason todd x f!reader

part of the holiday scenes series

summary: waking up with jason on New Year’s Day

tags: frotting, kissing, light dirty talk

rating explicit (mdni) | wc: 1k

a/n: wrote this in like four hours while traveling and posting while a bit tipsy, so i can’t guarantee that this is my best work. enjoy and have a wonderful new year!

(edit: i should mention that this was partially inspired by @ivysangel’s incredible fic and my brain going ‘hay if you were the one dreaming instead?)

You wake up slowly, disoriented and sleepy from the late night’s celebrations. It’s warm under the covers but you can’t help but feeling frustrated, like you’ve forgotten something on the tip of your tongue. Furrowing your brow, you can’t remember what it is, but the frustration is intensifying. Warm lips press between your eyes, smoothing out the wrinkles from your thinking face.

“Ah, awake yet sweetheart?”

Opening your eyes slowly, cautious in case the morning light decides to sear your tired eyes, you see Jason lying on his side, mouth twisted up in a mirror to your own frustration. Now that you’re looking at him, his teal eyes and wild bed head, you’re slowly becoming more aware of his presence. His carefully tense body, arm around you, hand flexing but not moving on your hips that are grinding unconsciously against the deliciously firm thigh between your legs. Oh, you think, unable to string together anything more complex.

There’s something hard and hot against your hip. Jason’s cock, if his full body shudder when you press into it is anything to go by. It’s warm and good and syrupy slow, your hips moving back and forth like they’ve got a mind of their own, seeking out more pressure, more friction to make you both feel good.

“M’awake,” you mumble, leaning into the crook of his neck and placing messy open-mouthed kisses along his jaw. All the while, your hips keep moving, circling. “More please,” you ask, ever so sweetly.

Jason groans, then rolls onto his back, pulling you with him. You’re fully on top of him now, the leg between yours bent so you can rub yourself on it more easily. There’s two hands gripping the plush of your ass, controlling your rhythm and pace now, pulling you down against him and getting you pressure you’d never achieve on your own. It also traps his cock between your bodies, the slow, filthy drag of your bodies against each other pulling hitching moans out of him. Your breath is coming in harsh little pants now, interrupted by whimpers as the pleasure in your aching cunt builds. Jason’s hips are twitching underneath you, the way they also do right before he comes. He’s got one hand in your hair cradling your head into his neck. Panting into the side of your face words of praise and encouragement as he keeps thrusting his hips up to meet yours.

“C’mon love, doing so good, so so good for me. Puttin’ your pleasure in my hands. Makin’ me feel so perfect. Gonna come soon, want you to go first baby. Want you to shatter for me, okay?”

And something about his words and the way his cock’s starting to kick under your belly has you flying apart, pleasure numbing in its intensity. Through it all, Jason keeps your hips circling, pressure on your clit steady and unyielding through the aftershocks. He goes tense underneath you under the weight of his own orgasm, before relaxing into the bed. Both of you are breathing hard, his heart pounding in his chest under your ear.

When you can find the strength to move, you crawl up Jason’s chest, prop yourself up on your elbows so you can kiss him properly. The sheets have tangled up around your hips sometime during your orgasm and Jason trails irregular patterns into the soft skin of your bare shoulder blades. The kiss is slow, unhurried and aimless. There’s no sense of urgency and so kiss for the simple pleasure of his lips on yours, his tongue in your mouth.

Pulling back you breath out, “Hi,” before resuming your ministrations, making sure no inch of his mouth is left unkissed.

He laughs. “Hi yourself, gorgeous. What a way to start the year off.”

And strictly speaking, that’s not true. You’d rung in the new year together at an infamous Wayne gala. Crisp champagne had bubbled in a crystal glass, the murmur of polite conversation and soft classical music performed by a live orchestra the soundtrack to the evening. You’d learned to stop asking what you were drinking early on, when Dick’s answer about a specific vintage had made you so nauseated at the price, you’d nearly thrown up someone’s yearly salary. Jason had kept circling the canapés, bringing you back little bites he’d thought you’d enjoy and grinning in satisfaction at your reactions. A few minutes before midnight, all of the guests had been directed to the rooftop garden of the hotel. There had been gasps at the first fireworks that had quickly turned to applause. Under the blooming golden light, Jason had looked so pretty, still capable of awe in the face of beauty. You’d kissed at the last stroke of midnight, pressed your foreheads and smiled eyes half closed.

The party had gone on for hours longer, socialites getting progressively more loose limbed (and lipped) as the alcohol flowed. The two of you had stolen more quiet moments together, but never longer than a few stolen kisses. As dawn started to crest over the skyline, the last few stragglers had left for bed.

You and Jason had stumbled back down to your borrowed hotel room, tipsy enough to weave convex lines through the halls. After struggling with the room key card, you had entered the room giggling and struggling to get each other’s clothes off. Shoes, an orphaned suit jacket, ripped stockings, and your gloriously sparkly party dress heaped on the floor a trail of evidence to your attempted debauchery. By the time the two of you had landed in the king sized bed, exhaustion had caught up with both of you. Within minutes sleep had claimed you, burrowed in a feather duvet and the most comfortable mattress you’d ever slept in.

Now it’s morning, and you’re making good on all the teasing promises of the previous evening. There’s a wet spot on Jason’s boxers and you’ve got the stubborn remains of mascara smeared around your eyes in a poor imitation of a panda. You’ll have to get up soon to deal with the clothes strewn all over your suite, start trying to see if anything can be salvaged for the short trip back home. But for now, there’s nowhere you’d rather be than right here. Starting off a new year in the arms of the man you love, with the promise of more pleasure just on the horizon

[mythicalmyles]

step brother Toby 🧍👀 (also i hope tomorrow gets better💗 )

After this ask im gonna have too much in my mind lmfaoo

Stepcest/dubcon/manipulation/tobys gross n toxic/bottom male reader

You huffed out, turning to look at the man that was now your brother. You hated the fact your dad had remarried but there was little you could do, he had made his mind up and moved her and her hell spawn into your home.

Toby stared a lot. Especially when you wire nothing but a towel after a hot shower, you tried to push back any thoughts that tried to weasel into your mind. You couldn’t deny his lifeless brown eyes would easily pin you in place, he always had a smirk on his face, like he knew something else no one else knew.

You were stuck alone with him, he sat on his bed, hair messy and unkempt. He’d likely ran his hands through his locks, deciding that was enough. He wore grey sweat pants decorated with stains that showed off his boxers, he was well defined which had initially surprised you. His glasses sat crooked on his nose, his dark bags hanging down his eyes as he stared at the screen infront of him. He had his shirt off, leaving his mouth watering chest on display. He was toxic as hell, always shouting obscenities down the mic. Even if he had done something stupid he’d still blow his top on those around him.

You were usually quick to make yourself scarce during the times he was gaming, instead you lay on your stomach and watched him lazily as anger seared over his features. “Yo-you fuh-fucking bitch!” He suddenly screamed out, throwing the control off the wall and nearly causing you to leap out of bed. It was too late once you’d realised your mistake.

Something evil took over Toby’s face when his eyes landed on you, his lips pulled into a snarl and a horrifying look in his eyes. You felt like a little fawn that had been dropped into the line of sight of a starved wolf. He moved to strike, jumping up just before your brain finally clicked. He was pissed and you must’ve looked like a target.

Fear flooded through you as you scrambled up, desperately praying for escape. Toby literally slammed the thoughts out of your head, sending you fly into the wall. You let out a cry as your body hit the wall, head slamming against the plaster and leaving your head spinning.

He had always scared you, he disappeared for days on end and always came back just that little bit extra terrifying. It was almost like every time he came back he left a little more humanity behind. You had tried so hard to stay out of his way despite sharing a room, you knew he was a ticking time bomb and yet you had stayed any way. You’d long given up on having your room look nice, he always tore it up anyway.

He grabbed your wrists, slamming them against the wall so hard you yelped. “T-Toby, ple-please.” The look on his face let you know just how big of a mistake you had made, he held your arms above your head with one hand while the other wrapped around your throat. His grip was tight and unforgiving, you were positive his nails would leave scars along your neck. You choked out a whimper, tears dripping from your eyes as he choked you to the point of blackout. He stopped just before you fell over the edge and into darkness, pulling away watching as you fell to your knees grasping your neck and choking.

Toby didn’t have any interest in you at first, intent on keeping the worst parts of himself until he was ready to leave. But when he caught sight of that dumb little look on your face it went straight to his cock, he knew you feared him and he relished in it. He was enraged from his game, the idiots in his team sucked. When he caught sight of you after his rage he felt something stir in him, the fear on your face, the way you bit down onto your lip eyeing him like you were about to bolt. He couldn’t have that.

That was how you’d ended up biting onto your sheets, Toby’s cock smashing deep inside of you. You felt your tears rush down your cheeks and soak into your sheets. “You like tha-a-that? Getting fuh-fucked by your big bro-brother?” Toby was insane, his words were lewd and disgusting. Yet your cock leaked between your legs, body shaking as he nailed into you. He left deep scratches in your hips, slamming you back onto his cock.

You couldn’t breathe, he loved the way you struggled underneath him. “S-stop To-toby-y.” You choked out one last time, he knew you didn’t mean it. He knew by the way your back arched, letting his cock slide deeper into you. Your choked moans filled the room along with the sound of him slamming into you, his cock abusing your prostate.

He ripped himself out and flipped you over, baring down at you with a shark toothed grin. He looked terrifying, drool dripping from his mouth as he stared down at you. The sight of his cock slamming into your tight hole was almost enough to spur him over the edge. “Ye-yeah that-thats it baby, ta-ah-take my cock.” He slammed your lips together, tongue forcing its way into your mouth and wasting no time in exploring. You whined into the kiss, feeling both of your saliva dripping down your face and neck.

“Do-dont wor-ry ill take go-good care of you, li-lit-little bro.” Toby’s words left you whining, hands grabbing desperately against his shoulders. You barely had a moment before an orgasm ripped through you, tearing you apart at the seams and leaving you clenching around Toby’s cock.

You clenched hard around him, sobbing and whining as you felt his cum flood your stomach. He flopped down onto you, his weight keeping you pinned down as he lazily ground into you. He ignored your overstimulated cries, content to keep his cock buried in your tight ass. “Suh-such a good b-boy.” Toby muttered, petting your hair as you came down from your high.

[doctorbitchcrxft]

Heaven and Hell | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, ANNNGGSSSTTTTT, name-calling, mentions of self-hate, depression, anxiety, all the things. all of 'em.

Word Count: 4935

A/N: I will never forgive them for not giving us tatted-up Dean. I would literally sell my left leg for that to exist.

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“(Y/N),” Uriel ordered, eyes icy. 

Your stomach dropped. 

“Kill.”

All eyes in the room turned to you. 

“What?” you breathed out. 

“Remember what we talked about?” Uriel taunted, referring to the threats he’d made to you. “Kill.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Dean butted in. “Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her.”

“Don't worry. I'll make her be gentle,” Uriel smirked, nodding at you.

“You're some heartless sons of bitches, you know that?” Dean snarled. 

Castiel spoke up. “As a matter of fact, we are. And?”

“And?” Sam scoffed. “Anna's an innocent girl.”

“She is far from innocent,” Castiel argued. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” questioned Sam. 

Uriel was quickly losing patience. “It means she's worse than this abomination you've been screwing. (Y/N)?”

“(Y/N), no,” Dean begged, eyes flashing to yours. 

You were terrified, unsure of what to do. You didn’t want to hurt Anna, but you didn’t want to find out what happened to Dean or Sam if you didn’t listen.

“Who's gonna stop her? You two? Or this demon whore?” Uriel spat. He threw Ruby against a wall with his powers, and Dean attacked him. 

“Dean, no!” you pleaded, trying to pull Uriel off Dean. 

Uriel snarled, “I’ve been waiting for this.” With little regard to you, he punched Dean across the face. 

Suddenly, a bright light engulfed the room. When it cleared, Castiel and Uriel were gone. 

“What the fuck?” Dean cursed, standing hesitantly. He helped you to your feet while Ruby tended to Sam. “Anna. Anna!” He headed into the back room where Anna was on the ground, covered in her own blood.

The concern he was showing her was slightly worrying you. 

“Are they— are they gone?” she breathed out.

“Did you kill them?” he asked. 

Anna was sitting next to a sigil drawn in her blood. “No. I sent them away; far away.”

“You want to tell me how?” Dean pressed. 

“That just popped in my head.” She nodded at the sigil. “I don't know how I did it. I just did it.”

Your skepticism of Anna was growing by the minute. Maybe Uriel was right. Maybe you should kill her. 

****

Thankfully, the Winchesters shared your skepticism. Still, they thought it best to put Anna in Bobby’s panic room. You sat with Sam researching Anna while Dean put her in the warded room. 

“How’s the car?” Dean asked. 

“I got her,” you replied. “She’s fine. Where’s Bobby?”

“Uh, The Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it,” Dean answered. 

“He working a job?” questioned Sam.

“God, I hope so. Otherwise, he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap.”

Sam grimaced. “Now that's seared in my brain.”

“Alright, what’d you find on Anna?” Dean asked, leaning over the back of your chair. 

“Uh, not much,” you answered. “Her parents were Rich and Amy Milton: a deacon and a housewife.”

“Riveting.”

“Exactly,” you nodded.

“But there is something here in the report,” Sam added. “Turns out, this latest psych episode wasn't her first.”

“No?” 

“When she was two and a half, she'd get hysterical any time her dad got close. She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy.”

“Who was? The plumber, hmm? A little snaking the pipes?” Dean smirked deviously.

“Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again,” Sam deadpanned.

“Look, Anna didn't say. She just kept repeating that this real father of hers was mad. Very mad; like wanted-to-kill-her mad.”

“Kind of heavy for a two-year-old,” the older brother noted. 

“Well, she saw a kid's shrink, got better, and grew up normal.”

“Until now. So, what's she hiding?” you asked. 

“Why don't you just ask me to my face?”

You rolled your eyes, keeping your back to Anna who’d obviously just walked into the room. 

“Nice job watching her,” Dean told Ruby.

“I am watching her.”

“No, you're right, Anna,” said Sam. “Is there anything you want to tell us?”

“About what?” she asked innocently. 

“The angels said you were guilty of something. Why would they say that?”

“You tell me. Tell me why my life has been leveled; why my parents are dead. I don't know. I swear. I would give anything to know,” she replied. 

You stared her down. “Tell me why I don’t believe you.”

“Maybe because you’re buddy-buddy with someone who wants me dead,” she stated. 

“And I’m close to wanting you dead, too,” you snapped. “So give me some real answers.”

“Okay!” Sam tried to break up the tension. “(Y/N), take a lap.”

“Happily.”

****

Almost an hour later, Dean was leading a psychic named Pamela into Bobby’s house. She’d helped the boys identify Castiel, and her eyes had been burned out as a result. “We’re here!” the older brother called down into the basement you were hiding in. 

“Pamela, hey!” Sam said, standing from his chair. “It’s me; it’s Sam.”

Pamela felt her way over to the younger Winchester. “Sam, is that you?”

“I’m right here,” he told her. 

“Oh. Know how I can tell?” She grabbed his ass. “That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing. Of course I know it's you, grumpy. Same way I know that's a demon, and that poor girl's Anna, and that you've been eyeing my rack.”

Sam began to stammer. 

“Don't sweat it, kiddo. I still got more senses than most,” she snickered. Then, she turned toward you. “Oh, (Y/N).” She slowly made her way over to you, and you held your hand out for her to grab. Despite your attempts to steady her, you yourself were trembling. “Shh, darlin’, it’s okay.” 

Your bottom lip trembled. The last time you’d met a psychic, she’d revealed family secrets to Sam and Dean. There was a lot more this one could reveal now.

“Sweet girl,” she said quietly, “those angels are dicks. Forgive yourself.”

Tears sprang to your eyes, but you fought hard to keep them at bay. 

The woman turned back to Anna. “Hey, Anna. How are you? I'm Pamela.”

“Hi,” the redhead replied. 

“Dean told me what's been going on. I'm excited to help,” the psychic smiled.

“Oh. That's nice of you.”

“Oh, well, not really. Any chance I can dick over an angel, I'm taking it.”

You snorted. 

“Why?” Anna asked. 

“They stole something from me,” she replied, taking off her glasses, referring to her white eyes. “Demon-y, I know. But they're just plastic. Good for business. Makes me look extra-psychic, don't you think?” She laughed. “Now, how about you tell me what your deal is, hmm? Don't you worry.”

After several stress-inducing minutes, Anna sat up from the hypnotic state Pamela put her in. 

“I’m an angel,” the girl revealed. “Don't be afraid, I'm not like the others.”

“I don't find that very reassuring,” Ruby responded. 

“Neither do I,” murmured Pamela. 

“So, Castiel, Uriel— they’re the ones that came for me?” Anna asked. 

Sam piped up, “You know them?”

“We were kind of in the same foxhole,” she answered.

“So, what, were they like your bosses or something?” Dean questioned. 

“Try the other way around.”

“Look at you,” you mocked. 

Pamela spoke up next. “But now, they want to kill you?”

“Orders are orders. I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head.” 

“Care to explain?” you sneered. 

“I disobeyed. Which, for us, is about the worst thing you can do. I fell.”

You nodded, clicking your tongue. “You became human.”

“Wait a minute. I don't understand. So, angels can just become human?” asked Sam.

“It kind of hurts,” Anna replied. “Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife. That kind of hurt. I ripped out my grace.”

Dean snorted. “Come again?”

“My grace. It's…” she trailed off, searching for the words, “energy. Hacked it out and fell. My mother, Amy, couldn't get pregnant. Always called me her little miracle. She had no idea how right she was.”

“So, you just forgot that you were god's little Power Ranger?” Dean remarked. 

“The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah,” she explained. 

Ruby chimed in, “I don't think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are.”

“Ruby's right. Heaven wants me dead.”

“And Hell just wants her. A flesh-and-blood angel that you can question, torture: that bleeds. Sister, you're the Stanley Cup. And sooner or later, Heaven or Hell, they're gonna find you,” Ruby told her. 

“I know. And that's why I'm gonna get it back,” Anna said vaguely.

“What? Your grace?” you asked. 

She nodded. 

You scoffed, shaking your head and turning away. 

“You can do that?” Dean asked her. 

“If I can find it.”

“So, what, you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and, shazam, you're Roma Downey?”

The angel shrugged. “Something like that.”

“Alright. I like this plan. So, where's this grace of yours?” Dean asked. 

“Wait, you do?” you scoffed.

Anna spoke over you. “Lost track. I was falling about ten-thousand miles per hour at the time.”

“Wait. You mean falling, like, literally?” Sam questioned, seeming to have realized something. 

You couldn’t even be bothered to focus on what they were talking about and strode out of the room. 

Needing some solace, you went out to the junkyard and sat on top of one of the cars in the middle of the lot. You looked up at the stars, taking in the beautiful and peaceful night sky. You missed when life felt like that: beautiful and peaceful. 

“Hey, (Y/N)!” Pamela called. 

You turned over your shoulder to see Pamela, helped by Dean, heading over toward you. “Uh, hey,” you said, turning forward again. 

“C’mon, talk to momma,” Pam urged you, coming up beside you. Dean stood off to the side with his hands in his pockets. You tried your best to ignore the fact that he was even there. 

“No offense, Pam, but I don’t really know you,” you said.

“Dean, sweetheart, give us just a second, okay?” He nodded, going to stand by his car. When she couldn’t hear his boots on the gravel anymore, she said, “You’re right. But I know you.”

“So, what, you can see into my mind’s eye?” you joked. 

The woman laughed softly. “I can. And I can see what’s troubling you. And I won’t say it out loud if you don’t want me to.”

“I appreciate that,” you told her dejectedly. 

You knew she could tell by your tone you didn’t believe her. “You’re shouldering all this responsibility,” she said. “But it’s not yours to shoulder alone, alright?”

Tears welled up again. “It is,” you argued. “I can’t— They’ll never forgive me.”

“Who won’t?” she asked. “Sam and Dean? Please, those two teddy bears love you.”

Your bottom lip trembled. “I appreciate you trying to help.”

“But?”

“But I’m too far gone.”

****

You watched Anna and Dean from afar as they sat on top of the Impala’s trunk. It hurt your heart a bit given that was what the two of you did when you had your serious talks. 

Rationally, you knew your jealousy wasn’t based in reality. You didn’t think he trusted her, and he wasn’t the kind of person who would cheat on his partner. Still, it hurt to watch the two of them together while your relationship with him felt so strained. 

Sam walked up beside you. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you said. Neither of you looked at each other.

“I’m sorry,” Sam told you.

“I’m sorry, too,” you replied. 

He sighed. “I know you know more about Dean’s time in Hell than you’re letting on. And I let that get under my skin.”

“Sam,” you started, “trust me when I say you don’t wanna know.” 

You saw him nod and look at the ground out of the corner of your eye. “Uriel’s got you fucked up, man.”

You couldn’t meet his eyes. “I know.” 

“And I know what he told you to do.”

Your heart nearly stopped. You took a moment to steady yourself before saying, “How?”

“C’mon, (Y/N),” he said. “You’re my best friend. Things have been… different, but I still know you.” Tension hung thick in the air while you waited for Sam’s next words. “He told you to kill me if I used my powers again, didn’t he?”

You nodded.

You heard him draw in a breath. “Are you going to?”

You hesitated. 

Sam scoffed.

“It’s not like I want to, Sam,” you stated evenly, still staring out at Dean and Anna. “If I don’t do what Uriel says, he’s gonna make me torture Dean.”

All function in Sam’s body stopped; you could almost feel it even though you still weren’t looking at him. “What?” he breathed out.

“Why do you think I do anything he says?” you laughed through the lump welling up in your throat.

“Does Dean know?” Sam questioned.

You shook your head.

“(Y/N/N), we gotta tell him—”

“No, Sam, we don’t have to do anything,” you cut him off, turning toward him for the first time. “He’s got too much on his fuckin’ plate right now. I won’t do that to him.”

“Don’t you think he could maybe… take away some of the guilt you’re feeling?” he suggested.

You turned away again. “No. It’d only make it worse.”

****

Sam brought you back inside to show you what he’d found; a tree had popped up in an empty clearing within a week in Union, Kentucky. He theorized that’s where Anna’s grace was, and Anna agreed.

However, her grace wasn’t there.

You, Anna, Ruby, and the Winchesters headed into an abandoned barn beyond the tree. 

“We still got the hex bags. I say we head back to the panic room,” Dean suggested.

Ruby scoffed. “What, forever?”

“I'm just thinking out loud!”

“Oh, you call that thinking?”

You squeezed the bridge of your nose, a pounding headache forming. 

“Hey!” Sam protested. “Hey, hey, hey. Stop it.”

“Anna's grace is gone,” Ruby stated, clearly ignoring him. “You understand? She can't angel up. She can't protect us. We can't fight Heaven and Hell. One side, maybe, but not both. Not at once.”

“Um… guys? The angels are talking again.”

The four of you waited for Anna to explain. 

“It's weird; like a recording, a loop. It says, ‘Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight, or…’ “ she cut herself off. 

“Or what?” you asked. 

“ ‘Or we hurl him back to damnation.’ “

“Alright, time’s up, sister,” you said, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her outside. 

“(Y/N), (Y/N), wait!” Dean grunted, stomping after you. 

Anna tried to wriggle away. “(Y/N), let me go! You’re hurting me!” 

“Uriel!” you called. 

Dean clapped a hand over your mouth, your surprise giving Anna the opportunity to get away from you. You shook him off you and spun around with your eyes burning in anger. “The fuck, Dean?!” 

“The hell is wrong with you?!” he shouted. 

“Me?” you argued. “What’s wrong with you?! Do you want to go back?”

“No, but I’m not gonna send some girl to her death off-rip!” he scoffed. 

You rolled your eyes, turning away from him. 

“What?” he probed, seeing you had something more on your mind. “(Y/N), what?!”

“Nothing, I just find your protectiveness of her really interesting.” You licked your teeth, quirking a brow. 

Dean scoffed and shook his head. “Seriously?” he nearly deadpanned. “You’re pulling that card?”

You furrowed your brows. “It’s not a card, Dean, I can see it! If fucking her is worth going to Hell for, then, by all means.” You threw your hands up in Anna’s direction, noticing that Sam, Ruby, and the angel had all backed away from you and Dean. 

“Where is this coming from? Is this really the time to pick a fight?” he asked. 

You closed your eyes, frowning. “You’re right. Let me go waste my fucking time researching how to kill and angel or a demon with no knife and take on multiple at once. All over one bitch.” You stormed away in complete fury. 

Anna tried to say something to you as you passed. You wheeled around to her and got in her face. “You say one more fucking thing to me, and you’re gone, you got it? I will get Uriel down here so fucking fast, it’ll make your head spin.”

****

You took a machete out to the surrounding woods and just hacked at as many trees as you possibly could. You stood in the center of a ring of six, almost like you were staging a battle, and swung at each with all your might. 

Then, you sat down against one of the trees you’d hacked at. You closed your eyes and rested your head against the bark of the tree. Then, you heard talking a little ways off from you. It was just barely there, but you heard enough murmurings to get your attention. As you crept closer, you felt your blood begin to boil. 

“A little scared, I guess,” the voice you identified as Anna’s was saying. “So, um... Dean... I just wanted to thank you.”

You were close enough now that you were a tree trunk’s distance away from the two figures standing near the Impala.

“For what?” he asked. 

“Everything. You guys— you didn't have to help me—”

Dean cut her off. “Hey, let's can the ‘thanks for trying’ speech, y’know? Participation trophies suck ass.”

She sighed. “I don't know. Maybe I don't deserve to be saved.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Dean told her. 

“I disobeyed. Lucifer disobeyed. It's our murder one, and I knew it. Maybe I got to pay.”

“Yeah, well, we've all done things we got to pay for,” he said, his voice carrying a weight. 

“I got to tell you something. You're not gonna like it.”

“Okay. what?”

“About a week ago, I heard the angels talking,” she started. “About you. What you did in Hell. Dean, I know. It wasn't your fault. You should forgive yourself.”

“Anna, I don't w-want to, uh... I don't want to... I can't talk about that,” Dean stammered. You knew him well enough to know he was keeping tears at bay.

“I know. But when you can, you have people that want to help,” she said. “You are not alone. That's all I'm trying to say.” 

Then, you heard something that nearly had you slitting her throat. She kissed him. Your Dean. 

Thankfully, you didn’t need to reveal yourself. 

“Whoa,” Deans said. “Uh, Anna, you’re great, and all, but (Y/N)’s my girl.”

Despite everything, he still called you that. That made you incredibly grateful, and you were angry at yourself for doubting him. 

“Oh, uh,” she said, “I’m sorry. I just thought— I mean, you never denied being attracted to me when she said something about it earlier.”

“Yeah, I know,” he replied. “And I should have.”

Anna clicked her tongue. “Guess I misread things, then.”

A silence followed. 

“I’m sorry,” she finally told him. Then, you heard leaves crunching as she walked away and back toward the barn where Ruby and Sam were preparing for war. 

When she was far enough away, you walked out from behind your tree, apparently scaring the hell out of Dean.

“Jesus, (Y/N),” he said when he saw you. “You scared the crap outta me.” A small smile tugged at your lips. “Need to go change your drawers?”

He snorted. “I think I’ll be good.”

An almost awkward silence passed between the two of you. 

“Guess you heard all that, huh?” he asked. 

You nodded.

“I’m sorry,” Dean said. 

“I’m sorry, too,” you replied. 

Dean shoved his hands in his pockets. “What’s goin’ on with us, sweetheart?”

You felt both hurt and warmth from his familiar nickname. “It’s not you, Dee, it’s me.” Your lip trembled. 

“Then, talk to me. Tell me what’s going on,” he begged. 

“I can’t.”

“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me,” Dean probed. “We can’t fix us if you don’t tell me.” “He wants me to kill Sam,” you finally said. 

Dean froze. “What?”

“If Sam uses his powers again, Uriel wants me to kill him,” you told him. “And, Dean, I can’t promise you that I won’t if he does.”

Dean furrowed his brow. “What, why?”

“Because you know what he will make me do to you if I don’t listen,” you reminded him. 

“You realize if you… kill Sam, I will never forgive you, right?” Dean said in complete disbelief.

“It’s not like I want to! But I will not put you through what I’m capable of. I won’t do it.” 

He took a moment to think but finally nodded. “Okay.” You cocked your head to the side. “Okay?”

“We’ll find a way out. He won’t use ‘em again, I promise,” he told you. 

You nodded. “Okay.” The relief he was bringing to you made you feel safe enough to let it all out. Tears started flowing freely, and Dean brought you into his chest. “I don’t wanna have to hurt him, Dean,” you hiccuped. “He’s my best friend. And— And I don’t want you to hate me if Uriel makes me hurt him.”

“Hey, let’s not even go there, alright?” Dean said. “We’re not even gonna consider that possibility.” 

You nodded against his chest and sniffed. You looked up at him, eyes still shining as you tried to collect yourself. 

Almost as if spellbound, he said, “You are so beautiful.”

Immediately, you wound your arms around his neck and kissed him. He reciprocated the action, tugging your waist closer to him and biting your lower lip. 

You pulled on his hair with one hand and slid your other down his chest. Then, you slipped your fingers between his belted jeans and stomach, making him suck in a sharp breath. 

“Backseat?” he asked you. 

“Backseat.” 

Every time you and Dean had sex, it was an out-of-this-world experience. He always made you feel like you were the only person in the world that mattered to him. Each roll of his hips, each kiss down your neck conveyed everything his words couldn’t. He completely worshipped you; not just your body. Everything in the way he treated you told you he loved you from the inside out. 

You tried to give him that same love. He was your everything, and you wanted him to feel that, too. Despite the storm going on inside you, he was the one thing you were completely sure of. He was the one person you enjoyed fighting with. You’d rather fight with him than love anyone else. Dean Winchester was it for you, and you hoped the way you held him to your chest while he slept conveyed that. 

Soon, your breathing began to match his, the way you stroked his hair slowed, and you drifted off to sleep as well. 

****

When you and Dean woke up, he seemed a lot more stressed than he had been the night before. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked him. 

He shook his head. “Just a bad dream.”

“I’m sorry,” you told him. 

He sat up between your legs and tugged on a fresh shirt from his duffel bag. “It’s fine.” At your concerned look, Dean rubbed the inside of your bare thigh to reassure you. “It’s fine, I’m good.”

The two of you went inside the barn to see if Sam had found anything interesting through the night. 

“I don't know, man,” Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. 

“So, nothing, then, I’m guessing,” you said. 

He shook his head. “Where's Ruby?”

“Hey, she's your Hell buddy.” Dean took a swig of his flask. 

“Little early for that, isn't it?” Anna laughed, the sound of her voice making your blood boil. 

“It's two a.m. somewhere,” Dean replied, voice distant.

“You okay?” she asked him. 

“He’s fine,” you snapped. 

Then, the doors flew open. 

“Hello, Anna,” Castiel said, voice as gravelly as ever. “It's good to see you.”

“How? How did you find us?” Sam asked, confused and startled.

“Dean?”

Dean turned to Anna. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Sam asked. 

“Because they gave him a choice. They either kill me or kill her,” Anna explained, nodding at you. “I know how their minds work.” She looked up at Dean, who couldn’t seem to meet her eyes. “You did the best you could. I forgive you.” Then, she stepped forward. “Okay. No more tricks. No more running. I'm ready.”

“I'm sorry,” said Castiel. 

The angel shook her head. “No, you're not; not really. You don't know the feeling.”

He shrugged. “Still, we have a history. It's just—”

“Orders are orders, I know.” She drew in a breath. “Just make it quick.”

Then, a bleeding Ruby appeared with a demon and Alastair. “Don't you touch a hair on that poor girl's head,” the latter sneered. 

“How dare you come in this room, you pussing sore?” Uriel growled. 

Alastair chuckled darkly. “Name-calling. That hurt my feelings, you sanctimonious, fanatical prick.” 

“Turn around and walk away now,” Castiel ordered.

“Sure,” the demon shrugged. “Just give us the girl. We'll make sure she gets punished good and proper.”

“You know who we are and what we will do. I won't say it again. Leave now, or we lay you to waste.” 

“Think I'll take my chances.”

You couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. You drew one of your knives from your jacket and threw it at Alastair. He caught it easily, chuckling. Then, all Hell broke loose. Castiel attacked Alastair, Uriel exorcised the other demon, and you stood back near Sam. 

Then, Alastair tried to exorcise Castiel. Dean reacted by picking up a crowbar and hitting him over the head with it. 

Alastair turned around slowly. “Dean, Dean, Dean... I am so disappointed. You had such promise.”

Your attention was quickly taken away from Dean and the demon by Anna rushing Uriel. She smashed the pendant from around his neck on the ground, and a brilliant white light began to flow into her mouth. “Shut your eyes,” she said, quietly at first. “Shut your eyes! Shut your eyes!”

You cowered into Sam’s side, the two of you shielding each other with your jackets. When it seemed the light had gone away, you reopened your eyes. Uriel, Castiel, and Ruby’s knife were all that remained of the battle. 

“Well, what are you guys waiting for? Go get Anna. Unless, of course, you're scared,” Dean taunted. 

“This isn’t over,” Uriel said.

“Oh, it looks over to me, junkless,” your partner retorted. 

Castiel and Uriel disappeared. 

“You okay?” Sam asked Ruby. 

She shook her head. “Not so much.”

“What took you so long to get here?”

“Sorry I'm late with the demon delivery. I was only being tortured,” she scoffed. 

You shook your head, smiling slightly. Of course, the Winchesters had a bigger plan all along. 

“I got to hand it to you, Sammy. Bringing them all together all at once; angels and demons. It was a damn good plan,” Dean told his little brother. 

The brunet shrugged. “Yeah, well, when you got Godzilla and Mothra on your ass, best to get out of their way and let them fight.”

You rolled your eyes. “Now you’re just bragging.”

“So, I guess she's some big-time angel now, huh? She must be happy; wherever she is.”

“I doubt it,” you murmured. 

****

When all was said and done, you and the boys were off again. 

About four hours into your drive, Dean pulled off to the side of the road for a bit of reprieve. 

Sam took the opportunity to get a beer out of the trunk, and the three of you sat on the hood of the car together. 

“I can’t believe we made it out of there,” Dean said. 

“Again,” you snorted. You reached across Dean to clink your beer against Sam’s. 

Dean broke the momentary silence. “I know you heard him.”

Sam cocked his head to the side. “Who?”

“Alastair. What he said... about how I had promise.”

You stared down at the pavement in front of you knowing exactly where this conversation was heading. 

“I heard him,” Sam nodded solemnly.

“You’re not curious?”

“Dean, I'm damn curious. But you're not talking about Hell, and I'm not pushing.”

Your partner took a deep breath. “It wasn't four months, you know.”

“What?”

“It was four months up here, but down there…” Dean trailed off. “I don't know. Time's different. It was more like forty years.”

“My god,” Sam murmured. 

“They, uh... “ Dean choked out. “They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you— until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly, I would be whole again; like magic. Just so they could start all over. And Alastair, at the end of every day— every one— he would come over. And he would make me an offer.” You could hear him holding back sobs. “To take me off the rack if I put souls on; if I started the torturing. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines.” He paused, taking in a shuddering breath. “For thirty years, I told him. But then I couldn't do it anymore, Sammy. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls. The— the things that I did to them.”

“Dean,” Sam tried. “Dean, look, you held out for thirty years. That's longer than anyone would have.”

The older Winchester couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. “How I feel— This— Inside me— I wish I couldn't feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing.”

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