#this man… 😭😮‍💨🫠

[mrsoharaa]

I just listened to Oscar Issac sing HARMONIOUSLY (it was a audio on TikTok) and now…

I don’t know how to act. That man has a VOICE on him 🥴😩💕💞✨

[mrsoharaa]

SIR—! 👁️🫦👁️

• cw: Cult leader!Suguru Geto x f!reader; brainwashing, corruption, babytrapping, smut.

Cult leader!Suguru Geto who found you—his little fawn, abandoned and displaced, away from your family for being a curse user. You were his first find before the twins, and ever since then, you were inseparable.

Cult leader!Suguru Geto who keeps you at his side at all times, showing you the ins and outs of being a curse user and how to handle your curse technique, but never actually lets you go out into the battlefield.

Cult leader!Suguru Geto who shushes you whenever you ask too many questions about his planned genocide; who coos in your ear, telling you that you don't have to worry about a single thing, because you're his fawn, his baby deer who lives under the protection of his excellency.

Cult leader!Suguru Geto who trains you to be obedient by giving you his love—telling you that if you take his cock, then maybe he'll finally let you go out into the battlefield for being such a good girl.

Cult leader!Suguru Geto who does this again, and again, giving you false promises over and over again, but, in the end, you don't really seem to mind, as long as you have Geto-sama's attention, right?

Cult leader!Suguru Geto who tells you since you're doing such a good job at taking his cock, then maybe taking his seed won't be such a bad idea, right? Maybe giving him an heir isn't such a bad idea, at least, to your mind as Geto Suguru pumps your hole full of his cock that just feels so good, that maybe, just maybe you'd be okay with having his baby.

Cult leader!Suguru Geto who gives you no choice in the matter, though, as one day he's pumping you full of his cum after he orgasms, telling you that since you're his little fawn, you'll be glad to take anything he gives you, right?

[81folklore]

so high school - BEARMAN

pairings: ollie bearman x black!fem!reader (fc: @/inamouala + pinterest)

summary: a glimpse into the life of ollie bearmans girlfriend

type: social media au (smau)

note: this idea has been in my drafts since silverstone and ive only just gotten round to writing it🫣

note 2: lowkey rushed the end bcs i just wanted something posted so sorry but i hope to post more soon!!!

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lifes pretty nice when it looks like this 🫐🤍🌴

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yourfriend3 miss you gorgeous😣😣

youruser miss youuu🩷

olliebearman a literal dream🥹 liked by youruser

olliebearman my princess💐

youruser my pretty boyyyy😣

yourfriend6 ahhh miss you so much!!! hope ur having lots of fun💕

youruser i feel like i havent seen you in agesss🥹 message me when ur nearby and we can do something together😚

user72 you guys are so cute☹️

user34 this is ollies gf?? how have i never seen her before shes stunning oml

user68 yesss!! they are pretty lowkey and dont post eachother a lot which is probably why youve never seen her!

user34 oh ok! do we know how they met?

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just a bit of everything 📸🥀

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olliebearman pretty pretty girl🥹 liked by youruser

olliebearman love youu💐

youruser i love uuuu🌟😚

yourfriend2 tell ollie to stop hogging you please🙏

olliebearman no can do im afraid!!

yourfriend2 😔😔 (can i come next week)

olliebearman 😁😁 (yes, yn misses you)

user55 the hand placement🫠

user63 ur so gorgeous oh my god🤩

user84 can ollie fight?? (please say no🤞🤞)

youruser 📍silverstone

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life in the very fast lane for me and b-man🧸

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yourfriend3 unreal😮‍💨

yourfriend7 💋💋💋

olliebearman my angel💐 liked by youruser

youruser my pretty photographer 😚😚

user88 wait ollie ate with those photos

user52 nahhh its all yn trust liked by olliebearman

user79 i love when yn is at the races so much!!!

user46 my favorite school sweethearts🫠🫠

user55 yn calling him b-man🥹🥹

olliebearman 🎵 so high school - taylor swift

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summers with my best friend💐🌴🌟

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user6 OH MY GODDDXD😭😭

youruser god has his favorites and im one of them!!!

olliebearman me too!! me too!!

user52 i am NOT one of them :((

youruser such a special boy🤩🎀

olliebearman my favourite forever and ever

user83 these two make me feel so painfully alone😕

user95 shes his best friend🥹🥹😕

user7 i cant cope with these two

user39 ahhhhh i love yn so much

olliebearman me too🤭🤭

user74 ollie using so high school🥹

user1 officially their song

user74 true!! i dont make the rules i just enforce them!!

[dekariosclan]

My favorite Gale lines that I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER choose

…because they involve breaking up/hurting Gale and I am not strong enough for that 😮‍💨

Credit to the YouTubers who WERE strong enough and who posted these vids publicly for all to see: Copperspoon, BearRhi and Yaren Allena

I wanted to share for anyone who hasn’t seen these lines, because they are so heartbreakingly sweet, and they’re such a great glimpse into how deeply Gale loves Tav and how important commitment is to him. For my fellow Galemancers who are unable to select the ‘mean options’, this post is for you! Angst ahead (but worry not, I promise the end of this post will be uplifting)

So in Act II, when you are in the ‘flirting’ stage with the companions, if you find yourself romantically involved with someone else alongside Gale, you’ll get this dialogue, where he asks you to choose:

If you select the option that indicates you’d like to have a relationship with them both, Gale will respond very similarly to how he does if you ask about opening up your relationship to Halsin in Act III:

Gale: I’m sorry, but to know I had less than the whole of your heart - I can’t do it. Not when I would give all of myself to you. Call me greedy, stubborn, old-fashioned…but I cannot change who I am, or how I love. In any case, know that I harbor no ill will. I would rather see you happy with another, than not happy at all.

I love his first two sentences so much, because they really do sum up how Gale views your relationship: when he says he loves you, he loves you, and he is all-in. He gives his entire heart to you and he only asks that you do the same in return.

But also, look at how sweet and selfless he is, not harboring anger here even if you are considering ending the relationship. And, as if his lines above didn’t hurt enough, IF you are somehow strong enough to go through with the breakup, you can ask Gale if he hates you. And he says this:

Gale: I could no more hate you than I could go without air.

🫠😭😩 WHO CAN GO THROUGH WITH BREAKING UP HE IS THE SWEETEST MAN IN EXISTENCE HONEST TO GOD

Are you still with me? Is your heart obliterated? Hang on, we aren’t done. During your initial conversation you could also choose this option, stating you didn’t realize how strongly he felt:

And then Gale will respond with this:

Gale: Perhaps I should have done more. Been more charming, more flattering, harder to reach…but I was only myself, and sometimes that isn’t enough.

💔 This is especially heartbreaking, not only because of how Gale already feels like he’s ‘not enough’ after his failed relationship with Mystra, but ALSO, if you consider the exact words he says when he declares his endless devotion to Tav in the Act III alternate boat scene:

Gale: You see me as I am, and do not find me wanting. With these stars as my witness, I swear—you will always be enough for me.

You can see just how much it means to him.

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

OKAY. If you have made it this far, time for some relief. All of the above dialogue aside, if you when you immediately come to your senses and realize NO OF COURSE YOU WON’T BREAK UP WITH GALE, HOW COULD ANYONE EVER DO THAT you simply tell him you’ve chosen him and, after he very sweetly expresses his concern for the other companions’s feelings, he will proclaim his relief and unwavering love for you:

Gale: I am beyond lucky to have you. Sometimes even the power of the Weave seems mundane, compared to how you make me feel.

❤️❤️❤️

Now, go forth my fellow Galemancers, never think of this post again, be content in the knowledge that you made the right choice in choosing Gale, and kiss that wizard with tongue because HE DESERVES IT.

[astrologydayz]

ASTROLOGY FUCKING NOTES

WHY do people say that if someone's planets falls into your 7th house, then YOU'RE THEIR IDEAL LOVER??? Bitch bye. If someone's planets falls into YOUR 7th house, then U DIG THEM OR HATE EM, AS IT'S YOUR 7TH HOUSE! Let's say that your crush planets falls into your 1st and 7th house, then obviously u like their looks (1st house) and the way they show themselves off 2 other people, (how they treat other people/people u know (7th house! Don't project.

Pluto conjunct Ascendant in synastry, is a stalker aspect🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️. It kinda reminds me of Hailey running around after Justin at his interviews, when they were young and he had no idea🤨🫣😭🤣 . SO FUCKING CREEPY. Pluto is obsessed, and way 2 "fixated" on the asc person. It can get dangerous, cuz ASC person has no idea about how deeply the obsession runs with Pluto, fr💀. The worst part is that they usually know that the Pluto person can be kinda "creepy", but not about how deep it actually runs. U won't ever really know with Pluto, cuz they won't even give out 20% of their secrets - they can't help it. Unless they literally have no aspects from Pluto 2inner planets in their own natal chart.

Your Bella asteroid - 695 conjunct/trine/quintile someone’s ASC means that the ASC person finds u really beautiful, (physical attraction) 🍒🫦. With the opposition it's on & off, like sometimes yeah and other times no - It switches. With the square/quincunx - takes time, but grows into a really strong attraction, the longer you're 2gether/know each other.

Why the fuck do people think that 8th house energy is only about sex and intense connections? If a person has planets in your 8th house = that person does not like u 9/10 times. They'll talk shit about u when u ain't present/gaslight u/do things behind your back. They're usually jealous of u. Trying 2 cross your personal boundaries all the fucking time. WHO GOT TIME4THAT?? NOT ME LOVE⚠⚠.

Why do Cap inner placements/points always get a "boring", or a "cold" rep? We just don't like u? Trust me. We'll show u a good time, if we think you're worth it.

Jupiter is not only good. It enlarges EVERYTHING. So if someone has Sado asteroid (118230) conjunct Jupiter in their natal chart = a very smart/knowledgeable Sadist. They want to know everything! Hours&hours of research. They can't get enough with Jupiter! They're into some sick shit, and can use some really AGGRESSIVE ways 2 create that "pain and suffering". "shhh, I'm here baby, it's okay"🤨. 9/10 times = addiction 2 being that Sado "teacher" with Jupiter here🔞🔞. They can even brag about it!

Nessus asteroid - 7066 in synastry can definitely cause sexual attraction. But the Nessus person will always take advantage of the other person, no matter what. It may not be as "in your face"/prominent, like it is with the conjunction/square/opposition, but it will take place. Some can like Nessus contacts in synastry, if they have Nessus aspecting their own planets - especially inner planets, or points. And they can also handle Nessus energy way more, than someone who doesn't really have any Nessus contact, as they're already used to it. It doesn't make it good tho.

WOMEN with Black Moon Lilith conjunct/square/opposite Mars can hate being touched by men. Can also have trouble regarding intimacy with men in general/bc of their experiences with them🪚🪚. I have this, and if a man touches me out of nowhere = I'll punch him back 2 the year he should have stayed in a fucking condom 🦄.

Lilith asteroid - 1181) in 3rd house synastry can mean that the house persons siblings doesn't like Lilith if it's "poorly" aspected😮‍💨😮‍💨. Or that house persons siblings doesn't even want 2 try 2 create a relationship, because they already heard so much "shit" about Lilith🫠🫠.

💜 Pluto conjunct asteroid Valentine - 447) in a natal chart loves so fucking hard. They'll literally take a bullet 4 the person they love. They don't “create” a connection with anyone easy either. They're so intense when it comes 2 love, and with how they connect 2 another being. They transform/find themselves - Pluto, through those few people they do end up loving. Most people can't handle their intense ways of showing love🖤🔫.

Inner planets in Gemini degrees 3/15/27° in a natal chart are the real champions, when it comes to overthinking - but knowing everything beforehand. They already thought about ALL the different outcomes, 2 every fucking situation!🫰🫠😍🤭. They already know what time it is, before u tryna tell em.

Look at your Vertex persona chart 2 c what kind of fated things you're supposed2 go through in this life ✍👀. Make a synastry chart and c if your Vertex chart makes any significant aspects 2 your natal! It can show important life events/secret fated "events" that won't be seen in just natal or Vertex pc alone👽.

Lol, I'VE SEEN A LOT OF PEOPLE SAY THAT ARIES RISING WILL HAVE RED HAIR, OR COLOR THEIR HAIR RED AT SOME POINT? I'm an Aries rising, and I would rather get shot in the face. I'm naturally blonde, and honestly? I haven't met a single Aries rising who has red hair, or would color their hair red.

Anti - Vertex persona chart shows what YOU choose2 let into your life, and what u choose 2 do without fate intervening. It also shows u how u choose 2 act, in moments where u find no "meaning", and that's where your Vertex pc comes in right after - Fate intervening 🔮🔮.

Pluto opposite ASC/conjunct DSC in synastry can show the Pluto person deciding/or trying to at least, who the house person talks 2/surrounds themselves with. They can think a person is "bad company" 4 the house person. They can be in DSC persons business, a lot! House person is alarmed/or not, depending on how Pluto is aspected in their own chart. If Pluto is afflicted = they kinda like it.

ANYONE who has benefitted/benefits from me = a planet/point/NN/Vertex/asteroid conjunct my POF. Your POF is all the things (material/or spiritual wealth/growth), u have "picked up" on/will pick up on throughout your life. U "help" others with that planet/point or asteroid in synastry💰🦉💳.

Star asteroids - Starr - 4150), Kallisto - 204), Fama - 408), Europe - 52), actor - 12238), Lumiere - 775 - acting, Apollo - 1862), Talent - 33154), Klio - 84), Fan - 151590), Records - 30718), Varuna - 20000) Webb - 3041).

✨✨✨✨🎭🎬🎨

Music, writing&poetry asteroids - Polyhymnia - 33), Euterpe - 27), Apollo - 1862), Terpsichore - 81 - song and dance) Luscinia - 713 - Singing), Melpomene - 18, Harmonia - 40), Erato - 62), Kalliope - 22), Singer - 10698), Cantor - 16246 - singing), Poesia - 946), Parthenope - 11 - singing), Tone - 1266), Echo - 60), Mnemosyne - 57). 

🎤🎧🎼

"Lucky asteroids" - Fortuna (19), Opportunities - 39382), Paradise - 2791), Winner - 15606), Abundantia - 151), Angel - 11911), Bless - 92891), Bonus - 10028), Tyche - 258), Midas - 1981), Magion - 2696), Spirit - 37452), Nike - 307).

🍀🍀🍀

Please look at these asteroids in synastry. Prey - 6157), Sado - 118230), Devience - 21419), Nessus - 7066), Pain - 5188), Lie - 26955), Blink - 4425), Nemesis - 128), Swindle - 8690), Lilith - 1181), Hades - h41), wild - 1941), Fanatica - 1589), Medea - 212), Savage - 29837), Not - 2857), Pervert - 18624), Hard - 28077). 

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THANKS4READING BABE!!

Appreciate u, always❤️

[mrsoharaa]

UMM EXCUSE YOU!— 👁️👄👁️

SHUPLOC ME AND YOU LITERALLY ABOUT TO THROW HANDS! 😭🥴😩👊🏼👊🏼💕

Dinner is ready 🍽️

[lleeanarr]

pt 2.

summary: The relationship was unexpected not only from the fans, but it was unexpected to the both of them as well.

genre: fluff, smau

paring: Lando Norris x Influencer!reader

warnings! : swearing, attempted humour

fc: Lani Pliopa

a/n: part two! sorry for the long wait😞😞

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landonorris : hello??

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landonorris : …

landonorris : its been a day🙃

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landonorris : answer me?

landonorris : pls?😔

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landonorris : day 65 of asking you to answer me🫠

landonorris : ANSWERRRRRR‼️‼️

catsuperior111 : what in the desperate male😨😨

landonorris : im not desperate.

catsuperior111 : u sure????

catsuperior111 : looks and sound very desperate to me🤷‍♀️

landonorris : 🙂

catsuperior111 : its okk everyone just wants to slide into my dms😌✨

landonorris : weren’t you the one sliding into mine🤨

catsuperior111 : I-

catsuperior111 : me is 🤏 close to blocking tu😃😃

landonorris : NO

landonorris : and why the fuck did it take you a whole week to answer me🤨🤨

catsuperior111 : uhhh

catsuperior111 : my phone was dead..??

landonorris : bullshit who can survive a week without a phone

landonorris : and you suck at lying.

catsuperior111 : BOO TOMATO TOMATO📣📢‼️

catsuperior111 : THIS IS SLANDER😠😠

landonorris : no slander

landonorris : just the truth🤷

landonorris : now answer my question why did it take you so long?

catsuperior111 : i was too lazy😔✊

landonorris : THAT WAS THE REASON?!!!

catsuperior111 : yes.

catsuperior111 : you were too boring for me to reply to🤷‍♀️

landonorris : bullshit

landonorris : i know deep inside you enjoy my attention😍✨

catsuperior111 : WHO in their RIGHT mind would ever enjoy your attention😨😨😨

landonorris : rude.

landonorris : and fyi MANY would😒

catsuperior111 : mhmm sure keep lying to yourself

catsuperior111 : sometimes being delulu is the solution😍🙏🙏

landonorris : man fuck you.

landonorris : did you even check who you messaged😭😭

catsuperior111 : in all honesty no☺️

landonorris : SO YOU JUST HAPPENED TO DM ME FROM CURIOSITY?!

catsuperior111 : OMG I DIDNT KNOW YOU HAD THAT IN YOU TO FIGURE IT OUT😨😨‼️‼️

landonorris : WOMAN YOU ARE SOMETHING😭😭

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bsfuser THE CATSSSS😍😍😍

yourusername I KNOW RIGHT?!!!!

yourusername I WAS LITERALLY SHRIEKING WHEN I WALKED DOWN THE STREETS AND SAW THEM🥹🥹🥹

bsfuser LITERALLY THE CUTEST🥹🤏

alexandrasaintmleux 😍😍

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user17 y/n and her constant post on her lego builds

user35 l literally love her aesthetic😩🤌🤌

user31 she’s literally GLOWING📢📣📣‼️‼️

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catsuperior111 : do you seriously not post anything??

landonorris : why do you care if i post something or not🤨🤨

landonorris : and who are you to question i post something or not when you have ZERO POST

catsuperior111 : WDYM😠😠

catsuperior111 : i post stuff on my main😒

landonorris : THIS WAS A BURNER ACCOUNT!!

catsuperior111 : yes?

catsuperior111 : did you really think i was going to talk to you using my main🤨

landonorris : most people do

landonorris : yes

catsuperior111 : well i have a burner account for research purposes😍😍🤌🤌

landonorris : WOW

landonorris : no wonder you asked a weird ass question😭😭

catsuperior111 : BINGO✨

catsuperior111 : my main is @yourusername

catsuperior111 : im tired of switching accounts back and forth😪✋

landonorris : lazy ass

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yourusername posted a story!

caption: me and my gang😍🤌🤌✨

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landonorris why did it take me a while to spot you💀

landonorris you blend in

yourusername YOU THINK I LOOK LIKE A CAT🥹

yourusername Im honoured🫶🥹

yoursister How did you manage to take that with my cats😨😨

yourusername they just love me😩😩✨

bsfuser the cat obsession is getting crazier...

yourusername 🤫

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yourusername : oi

yourusername : i accidently bought two tickets to the eras tour😞😞

yourusername : no wonder they were so expensive!

yourusername : can you come with?

landonorris : do younot have any friends?

yourusername : i do...

yourusername : they ditch moi for they're boyfriends

yourusername : def didn't stand up to bros before hos😕🙄

landonorris : when?

yourusername : OMG UR ACTUALLY WILLING TO GO????!!!

landonorris : its charity work😥

yourusername : ....

yourusername : fuck you

landonorris : also who is stupid enough to decline an eras tour concert ticket WHICH WAS PAID FOR☺️☺️

yourusername : having you as company better be fucking worth it

landonorris : dw it will😗

landonorris : if ur being serious about me going when?

yourusername: 18th of october

landonorris : where?

yourusername : miamiiiii

landonorris : wtf you expect me to fly to miami for you???

yourusername : yes

landonorris : ur paying for my flight ticket

yourusername : WHATTTTT????

yourusername : i am too BROKE for that😔

yourusername : i paid for ur concert ticket...

yourusername : at least pay for the flight

yourusername : give some justice to my bank account☹️🤚

landonorris : fine

landonorris : the things i do to see taylor swift😞😞

yourusername : wow what about meeeee

landonorris : thanks for the ticket🙂

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a/n: i'm literally so sorry for taking so long to release the second part i will be posting more frequent hopefully...😓

taglist: @iamahallucinationnn , @hurtblossom , @papaya-twinks , @kami10471633 , @ahnneyong

[dema-heart]

here i thought you were gonna give me a false sense of peace and then hot me in the next chapter, but noooo had my heart filled and stomped on all in one go😭😭😭😂😂😂. I was ready and not all at once.

THE COMPARISONS BESTIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Red sails fluttering and macabre waltz comparison!!!!! I made sure to go look it up and listen during the battle!!!!

Rs body crying in blood!!!! I've never once thought of comparing tears to blood in that way! My mind was blown! I really wanna be able to use something like it someday beacuse the imagery was *chefs kiss*

And God damn it Hobie!!!! I get why he acted that way but how the hell do I lead the navy to a ship in the middle of the ocean!?!!? I was just starting to feel safe and boom litteraly!!!!!

Amidst the Waves

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 4.5k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (Hobie is mentioned taller though), the reader has nicknames. CW food mentions, TW blood, CW injury, TW violence, TW gore, CW death, CW guns.

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Chapter 3 >>> Chapter 4

You've heard all the stories that all pirates are criminals who would cut your throat without remorse for a single coin in your pocket. You've heard it enough from traveling bards and newsboys screaming out the pirates’ crimes every morning that it's ingrained in your psyche. The news about the navy hunting them all one by one hasn't passed you either. You remember walking through towns with pirates hanging from the noose, a warning to all pirates.

It's all everyone talks about, especially in small towns. it's impossible not to hear of the bloodsail pirates and their latest crimes. But now you're standing in their ship, wearing their clothes and eating their soup. A surprisingly good soup too.

If only your past self could see you now, she'd probably throw you overboard herself.

Ned, you've come to know, throws you a mop and a bucket full of hazy water that sloshes on the sides, almost spilling over your new-ish clothes. You're too tired for this.

“Careful now, that has lye” His friend, James, you’ve learned snickers on the side.

“Go swab the poop deck, land lover” Ned points above you, rows of stairs greeting you. “As for you,” he addresses the blond, “the deck”

“What?! Why does she only get the poop deck and I get the entire bloody main deck?!” He jumps off the railing, fuming.

“Complain more and you clean the bathrooms”

“No! Not the bathroom again.” James picks up a spare mop. “Look, I'm cleaning, yeah?” he mops like a madman all over the main deck.

You chuckle, Ned hears and he gives you a staring down, you clamp down immediately.

“Poop deck! I'm on it!”

Clambering up the stairs is easier said than done. With your new found sea legs and the waves bashing on the sides of the ship, you're fighting for your life.

“Need help?” Hobie suddenly appears on the top of the stairs, annoyingly munching on an apple.

You heave the bucket, staring at him while doing your best at taking the cleaning supplies up the creaking stairs. “I'm good” step.

“You sure? I'm offering you an olive branch here, scuttlebutt” he leans on the railing, not moving an inch to actually help you.

Step.

“You can keep your branch,” you wobble slightly when a large wave crashes on the side of the ship. But thankfully, you keep your balance. Step. Finally reaching the top, you exhale out proudly.

“I'm not fond of olives anyway” you side eye him before continuing to walk on the poop deck.

Another wave hits, the water sloshes out, barely missing your hands. “Shit”

“Careful, that has lye in it” he says with a chuckle.

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You missed lunch because you scrubbed the entire poop deck clean. Your stomach grumbles as the sun sets and you remember your last day in that small fishing town. The orange glow never fails to make you smile but now it squeezes your heart. It's still a beautiful sight, the large body of water glitters from the light, almost like it's calling out to you.

Great, you're already going insane after a few hours. Pinching your arm, you shake your head. You can't wait to get on land.

Walking down, you walk on the deck with an empty bucket. The sea is much calmer now, the movement is pleasant, if you're in bed right now, you would've fallen asleep from the motion. The breeze picks up as you set the supplies down. You lean on the railing to rest your lower back while you admire the sunset.

James huffs a few feet away from you, still mopping the deck while Ned and a raven haired woman chats near him. They make comments on the side that makes James glare at them. You let them be, watching the sunset with your hand on your chin.

Your back and knees ache from the labour and your stomach roars again for something to eat. Maybe they still have the soup earlier.

There's a sudden presence next to you. Leather and sea salt enters your senses.

He rests a couple of feet away from you, just in case you try to push him off.

“What a view, huh?” Hobie, he looks at you through tired eyes.

“Verdict’s still out” You don't try to argue lest you ruin the rare peace and quiet on a busy ship.

“‘course it is.” He chuckles. There's a comfortable silence between you.

After a beat he speaks up without looking at you. “Go help in the galley.” Before you could retort something witty, he walks away from you. You swear you saw something in his eyes, you have no idea what.

Heading down to the ship's kitchen, you see Gwen just about leaving.

“Oh good you're here. Go help out with dinner” she instructs without stopping for you.

Entering the swinging doors, you can't protest or else, well you try not to think about it too much. The galley is cozy, not what you expected of a pirate ship's kitchen to say the least. It's clean, all stone and steel melded together to create the quaint space.

You jump when Finn's hulking form enters your vision, his butcher's knife chopping down on a slab of meat, the sound reminds you of a guillotine.

He notices you freezed in the doorway, Finn huffs motioning for you to take an apron from the hanger with his incredibly large knife. You think you prefer the cutlass instead of the butcher's knife in his hands.

Tying it around your waist, you keep your distance away from the man.

“What do you need me to do?” You ask carefully so as to not anger the bull.

Finn moves to the side to reveal the boiling pot, the aroma makes your stomach gurgle. He points to a bundle of carrots on the counter before giving you a smaller knife. He nods once, going back to his chopping.

“Alright…” you find his lack of words peculiar, especially hearing the rest of the crew babble endlessly during the short time you've been on the ship.

You spare him side glances with every thwack of his knife to the chopping board. Working in comfortable silence, the sound from the bubbling pot calms your nerves, reminding you of the familiar sound in the white salmons’ kitchen.

The boat sways in the waves, making the hanging pots and pans swing to the motion. Finn taps his knife on the board twice, getting your attention. He gestures with his head towards the sliced carrots before glancing at the pot.

You understood completely, doing what he asked, he nodded once. A thank you maybe? Or he's just being nicer to you because of the whole ‘making you walk the plank thing’

Finn cleans himself up over the sink as you take a ladle to mix the stew, careful of the fire that licks the bottom of the metal pot.

A hand pops up at your line of sight, a bandage and a jar of wound cleaner placed in his large palm. He pushes the supplies to you, encouraging you to take it.

“Uh, what's this for?” you manage to take the things without it accidentally falling inside the crew's dinner. With how the ship rocks, you're proud of yourself for just being able to stand up.

Finn points to his chest, flicking his eyes to the supplies in your hands.

Looking down, you see a spot of red on the white cotton of your borrowed shirt. “Oh, thank you”

He huffs again, going back to cooking, letting you be.

Maybe they're not so bad?

—

Dinner is finally done. You can hardly keep your eyes open as you heave the huge pot over to the longest table you've ever seen. It's a makeshift table, a hodgepodge of crates and planks of wood put together to create the dinner table. Everyone starts to gather around the deck, the sun fully set, darkness rules the seas now as the candle light and oil lamps sway with the movement of the breeze.

Dining under the stars, how romantic.

They're a rambunctious bunch, pushing and pulling at each other to get the good plates first. You're already prepared for this of course, you've hidden a bowl in your apron so you could quickly scoop out dinner and vanish into a barren corner of the boat.

The same dark haired woman has other plans though, just before you could make your escape, she grabs you by the shoulders; orange and a flowery scent wafts in your nostrils.

“Where do you think you're going? Mm?” She whispers into your ear, her voice smooth, raising goosebumps on your arms. Freezing in her touch.

“Stop harassing the poor girl, Yuri” Gwen says while she takes her seat near the head of the table.

“Just having some fun, Gwen” she releases her hold on you, walking away with a wink thrown your way.

“Don't mind Yuri, she likes doing that to new people, her way of hazing I guess. I'm Miles by the way” He shakes your hand, smiling politely at you.

“She's not new to the crew, Miles. She's only here temporarily, remember?” Gwen pipes up, scooping her meal.

“Right, gotcha” he sits down next to Gwen with a huff. “Still, welcome a board the People's Revenge”

“I've gotten acquainted with your ship, just the poop deck and galley actually”

“Let me give you a tour then!” Pavitr suddenly appears next to you.

What is up with this crew instantaneously appearing out of nowhere?

“Hi, remember me?”

“Of course I do, thanks for the coat again”

“No problem, come on, let me introduce you to everyone!” Pavitr takes you by the sleeve, dragging you along the deck to introduce to literally everyone. “Oh you're gonna love them! Well, once you get to know them”

“Oh okay–just”

“This is ‘two fingers’” He points at a man halfway through putting a spoon in his mouth.

“I have a name, Pav! And I have all my bloody fingers!”

“Why are you called–” before you could ask, Pav led you away, smiling excitedly.

“This one here is ‘foul’!”

The crew around him laughs, “You forget to shower once and you get fuckin' called stinky!” Foul grabs a spoon to throw it at a laughing eye patch clad man. It conks him right on his forehead.

Pavitr moves on, actually introducing you to more people whose names get more ridiculous as you go around the table.

“And finally, this one is ‘ugly mug’” Pav shakes ugly mug’s shoulders for emphasis.

“Hey” the man with the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen and plump lips greets you.

“Ugly mug? He's not ugly at all!” You wildly gesture to his sharp face.

“You're too kind but I've learned to live with the ugliness” you don't know if he's joking or not with how serious he looks.

“Oh I almost forgot, this is Danny” Pav skims the most normal looking crew member. He whispers to you. “He's a bit weird”

Danny waves wildly, beaming at you. “Hi, I'm Danny!”

“Alright… thank you, Pavitr for the introduction” your stomach starts to cry again. “But I've gotta eat.”

“Oh, sit with us then!” He guides you to an empty chair next to Gwen. “Here, sit down. I'll get a bowl for you”

Awkwardly sitting down, you side eye Gwen. Miles looks like he's about to jump away from the tension.

“If you're worried about everyone planning to hurt you, don't. We have a code here and until you leave, you're kind of…one of us” she pierces the awkward silence between you.

You exhale a breath you haven't noticed you were holding. But you're still on guard, they are pirates after all.

“Here you go, I got you extra bread too” Pavitr saves you from the tension, bringing you a heaping bowl of hot stew with two loaves of bread. He sits down next to you, happily eating.

“God, I'm so hungry.” You grab the spoon with fervor, scooping up a chunk to quickly eat before it goes cold. It warms your insides, calming your hungry stomach. “Thank you– holy shit” it's the best tasting stew you've ever tasted.

“Good, right?” Gwen watches on with an amused smile. “Finn makes them from scratch, even the bread”

“I didn't even know that was possible on a ship.” You say with your mouth full. “Finn doesn't talk much huh?”

“Oh he talks. He just doesn't want to” Gwen shrugs, “that's his thing, don't ask him why”

“Wasn't planning to” you chuckle through your glass.

“Gwen,” Miles looks at you like he knows something you don't. “Am I crazy or she kind of reminds me of M–”

“Don’t” Gwen and Pavitr simultaneously say.

“You remind me who?” You flick your eyes between the trio.

“Don't–”

“MJ, you remind me of MJ.” Miles looks at you with sad eyes.

The entire table silences the moment Miles utters the name. Everyone looks at you and at eachother like how they did when you arrived just this morning. But this time there's sadness in their eyes instead of amusement.

“Who's MJ?” you ask nervously.

“Our former first mate” Foul flicks his eyes around, looking for something or someone. “Emphasis on the former”

“Oh” you could read the room but your bout of curiosity gets you first. “Who's the new first mate?”

“I am” Gwen says it without any pride laced in her words.

“Oh I figured that out. Where is she now?”

“Not here” A familiar voice replies behind you.

Looking over your shoulder, Hobie’s jaw is set, his hand on one of his pistols, the gold on the handle is a stark contrast to the rest of his silver ensemble.

You expect for the crew to stay silent once their captain arrives, but they hollar and cheer. Morphing Hobie's grimace into a smile. But it's still there, the anger and sadness, you can tell because you see it in the mirror everyday.

“Right, what's for dinner?” He sits down on the head of the table while his crew passes him a bowl and the pot. “Looks good, Finn. You've done it again, big man”

You hear Finn's signature grunt from somewhere along the table.

“Aye? She didn't mess anything up did she?” With just one grunt Hobie translated what Finn grunted.

How in the world?

Finn shrugs, making an ‘eh’ gesture with his hand. Hobie laughs, while you look at Finn with a ‘really?’ Look on your face. He rolls his eyes at you.

“I'm an…alright cook” you defend yourself but still remaining true.

“Sure you are, scuttlebutt. What other useful skills do you have, mhm?”

With a chance to prove yourself so they stop giving you tasks that break your back, you sell yourself.

“I recently learned how to sew and mend clothes.”

“You plannin’ on replacing Neddy as our sailmaker?”

Ned lifts his head up from his book. “What's that?”

“Nothin' Neddy. D’you know how to shoot?”

“Please say yes so you can join me with the cannons.” Yuri smirks further down the table.

“Uh, no I don't know how to handle gunpowder.” you refrain from looking at Yuri.

“Carpentry then? Fishing?”

“No and...no” you twiddle with your thumbs under the table.

Hobie grins mockingly at you. “Maybe we should just drop you overboard right now”

You grit your teeth. “I'm good with herbs and medicine. I'm guessing you don't have a ship doctor”

“Now you've piqued my interest.” Hobie casually leans on the table by his elbows, resting his chin on his hands. “Where did a fish girl like you learn about medicine, huh?”

“You only need to know that I can fix some of your crew's ailments. I'm not a doctor but I'm experienced”

“Closing wounds?” You nod. “Scurvy?”

“Theoretically, yes” you challenge him head on.

“The plague?”

“Survived it”

“The pox?”

“Most I can do is stop the spread and alleviate the pain, the survival depends on the person”

“Can we not talk about diseases while eating?!” Pav wildly gestures at his food.

“Carry on” Hobie side eyes you. Taking a huge bite of his loaf.

You throw him a fake smile.

“How are you liking the Revenge so far, Y/N?” Miles tries to make you forget the last interaction with him.

You wouldn't forget about it of course, it'll stay in the back of your mind, festering until your curiosity gets you and you ask who MJ actually is and why everyone quietened after she was mentioned. Maybe you'll do it one day, where your feet are firmly on the ground and you're not near any body of water.

Thinking of an answer that doesn't get you cut by a sword, you fake a smile. “Not what I expected”

“Did you expect blood and gold littered all over the place?” Hobie adds to the conversation. “Because that's in my quarters not here”

Gwen rolls her eyes at his joke while the others are either ignoring it or laughing along with Hobie.

One of the crew yells out on top of all the noise. “Aye, if you're lucky enough, girly, you'll see the inside of the cap’s quarters!”

Hobie shakes his head, throwing an entire plate towards the man with accuracy. Finn moves his head to the side casually before it hits him. The plate shatters then you hear the man scream obscenities.

“Don't listen to that animal” Hobie says without looking at you.

You want to get back at him for the lye comment so you decide to tease him, just to see his reaction, maybe he'll get flustered.

“And here I thought you were inviting me—”

BOOM!

The explosion shoves the entire ship harshly to the left, everyone slides with the movement including the table and chairs. Stew flies everywhere, loaves of bread soar overhead. Shards of sharp wood almost splinter your skin.

You land on the railing of the ship harshly. Opening your eyes through the pain, you see a crate heading your way.

“Fuck–!”

Strong arms grab you by the waist, saving you from getting crushed at the last minute. You hold on to their jacket with wild eyes.

“You alright?” Hobie's words are hushed and soft in your ear. You nod, trying to steady your racing heart. Looking up at him, his eyes roam your face for any injuries.

“I'm okay, what happened—?” noticing that you're still in his arms, you move away, correcting your balance when the ship hurls back to the right position. You try to reach for your necklace, until you remember that it's not there.

He nods once, his concerned face shifting into rage when he hears the sound of cannon balls behind him.

“Unfurl the fuckin' topsails!” He whirls around, directing his crew.

You hear fabric above you unfolding, the large blood red sails fills your vision. It dances in the wind like a macabre waltz.

You follow Hobie's line of sight, he glares at the large ship looming over the distance. The royal navy seal flaps on their bright blue sails.

“The Black Hellion” Hobie spits venom when he says the name. As he says it, a smaller ship appears behind the Hellion, racing to get to the Revenge.

“Fuck” he takes your hand, leading you under the stairs. Your legs drag as the crew rushes to get to their stations.

“Did you lead them here?!” Hobie grabs you by the shoulder, shoving you beneath the staircase, the wood behind you digs into your skin.

“What?! I swear I didn't— I didn't even know who you were until I got off the fucking net!” you stare down his angry eyes, grey swirling like a storm brewing behind it. “I swear on my life I am not navy!”

“You better not be,” He takes a rope from his belt then ties your hands together. Hobie lifts you by the binds effortlessly to a hook hanging above. You're dangling from the metal, the toes of your feet are barely on the ground.

“Hey—! What are you—?”

“We'll talk after this. Stay out of my way” Hobie leaves you behind.

You look at his retreating back in-between the spaces in the stairs. “Hobie! I'm not fucking navy!” you watch as he leads his entire crew with the anger of a lightning storm.

There's drum beats sounding above, bells ringing further across the water. You surmise the battle's only beginning.

Another cannon blasts, you cover your ears with your raised arms. The smell of gunpowder tickles your nostrils. The muffled yells of the pirates makes your head swirl and your heart pump rapidly. You try to jump as high as you can to get out of the hook, but it's too high up.

The boat lunges to the side again, the entire structure shakes. Your body swings and you hit your back against the hard wall. Groaning, your vision blurs for a second. Honing on the action, the navy ship rammed itself on the side of the revenge. You see uniform clad men jump ship, immediately fighting with the people you broke bread with.

There's a clashing of swords, pistols are fired wildly at each other. There's groans and screams of pain. You can't believe a few minutes ago the ship was full of laughter and warmth. Now blood is being spilled on the very floors you've cleaned. The laughter is replaced with agony filled yells and gurgled last words.

A sailor runs at full speed towards you, his sword shining in the moonlight. He yells a battlecry. The thought of them saving you is out of the window.

In an instant, a metal chain wraps around the uniformed man’s neck, he flies back, landing brutally, cracking the wood under him. You follow the end of the chain, you see Hobie dragging the sailor away, yanking and pulling at his neck until you hear a snap. The man lies still, you meet with Hobie's eyes through the stairs, you see a hurricane brewing in them.

He flings the chain back to him, the body thuds lifelessly on the wood. Hobie leaves without sparing you another glance. You've seen death numerous times during your journeys but not like this.

Not in front of you.

You stare at the body, all the noise and clashing of weapons falls deaf in your ears. Your hands shake, chest heaving and skin raising.

You have to get out of here.

Even if you have to chance it with the dinghy, even if you don't know how to row a boat or navigate the deep waters, you're gonna get out of here, out of the chaos and warm crimson that's seeping into the floorboards. You refuse to watch the chaos, but you can't avoid their shadows dancing in the moonlight.

You jump again, nothing. Again. You feel the rope lift up for a second. There's something metallic sliding near you, the knife stops near the foot of the stairs. It's too far away for you to even reach with your foot.

The rope burns your wrists, skin scraping against the rough hemp. It stings, like tear drops, your blood is slowly running down your arm.

You've got a better idea but it's a stretch. You still try it, moving your hands back and forth by swinging side to side, you slowly cut the rope with the sharp edge of the hook. Flakes of hemp fall on your head like snow.

There's a high pitched gasp in front of you, the sound makes you pause. Watching through the stairs, you see Gwen struggle under a large uniform clad man, his hands are around her throat. Squeezing painfully.

You hasten your movements, the rope cuts loose, the second your feet hit the ground, you run.

Grabbing the fallen knife from the ground with hot adrenaline rushing in your veins, you plunge it on the man's thigh swiftly. He screams in agony. You help Gwen up, she coughs loudly, clutching at her bruising neck.

“You fucking bitch!” The man grits his teeth, circling his hand around the handle of the knife still in his skin, he grins a bloodied smile.

You hear Gwen snicker in your arms.

He grabs the knife out of his thigh with a sickening squelch. Blood spurts out of him like a fountain, spraying you with warm ichor. You freeze. Gwen kicks the panicking man in the middle of his chest, he falls like a sack of potatoes on the floor, screaming and trying desperately to stop his bleeding.

You look around the chaos, trying not to listen to the man's pained screams. There's clouds of gunpowder hanging in the air, hiding all the bodies lying on the deck, away from your eyes.

“Gwen.” Hobie's raspy voice echoes out in the silence and atop of the leftover screams of the defeated. He throws her a pistol wordlessly.

Without hesitation, Gwen puts an end to the screaming.

There's complete silence now, the moon still hangs overhead, you wonder if the moon saw everything.

It looks like the pirates won as the navy ship is now commandeered by Hobie's crew. James yells from the mast, flipping the bird towards the retreating Black Hellion.

Shards of broken wood lay next to bodies, both pirates and navy. But the navy looks like it's the one that has suffered more loss. Pistols and muskets are littered around the once pristine deck. The smell of death and burned gunpowder permeates the air.

There's fresh crimson flowing beneath you, drenching the soles of your weathered boots. You feel the warmth spreading under your feet.

A hand claps your shoulder, “you saved me, thank you” Gwen smiles genuinely at you.

A yelp takes both of your attention, a man in a lieutenant’s uniform kneels in front of Hobie, his back being pushed down by Finn's boot.

Hobie crouches down, taking the sailor’s chin in his hand, his nails digging into the man's skin.

“Lieutenant George, your Captain left you to die.” He chuckles without humour. “So much for being called the king's flame, huh?.” Hobie sighs.

The lieutenant spits but Hobie dodges it. “I will use your own limbs to dig your grave! You damn pirate!”

“That doesn't sound practical” He stands up, under Hobie's bloodstained face you see the lines in-between his brows, tired, you know it well. “Take him below, Finn.”

“As for you,” Hobie's bloodshot eyes address you, he smiles, the twinkle in his eyes are back. “Red looks good on you.”

You stare at him dumbfounded, realization hits you. With your sleeves, you wipe your face, smearing the ichor all over your skin more.

“Lock her in one of the cabins.” Hobie says to the men behind you. They take you by the arms.

“Wait—! Why? I told you I'm not one of them!”

“Hobie, come on, she saved my life!” Gwen advocates for you.

“I know, I saw, we're just gonna ask her questions, yeah?” Hobie stands in front of you, in all his blood soaked form. “She has nothin' to worry about unless she's hidin’ somethin’”

You could only glare at him as you're being dragged away, too exhausted from everything.

The rest of the crew watch on. Maybe the stories are right. But for your sake, you hope it's not.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Special thanks to my bestie @thesevenofstaves for helping me out with the titles/names 🫶

[julianalvarez9]

TAKE A PICTURE, IT'LL LAST LONGER / RÚBEN DIAS

SUMMARY: when Rúben's girlfriend gets into photography, there's no other chance but for him to join her too.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: excuse me for the different cameras 😮‍💨 couldn't, for the life of me, get the same one in each pic 😭 but anyways!!!!! had this idea since the portugal pics came out so i had to do this for my soul jaksjskk hope y'all like it!!!! all feedback is appreciated 💗

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[gyustarzzi]

ateez react to you doing a sensual dance on stage

!! warning !! this chapter does have slight smut, if you are uncomfortable with this please skip this chapter

( I swear the EMBARRASSMENT after re-reading this chapter just makes me gag- like why did I write this?? 🤢🤦‍♀😭 THE STRUGGLE IS REALLLL)

☆ hongjoong

- gets so shocked when he sees you on stage - flustered bc the other members are teasing him - loves your outfit and how beautiful you look on stage 😊 - makes up sexual scenarios in his head 😩 - he'll probably make out with you after the performance

" You looked amazing Y/N, maybe next time you should show me those moves at home "

★ seonghwa

- is kinda mad/shocked that you didn't tell him you were going to perform on stage - when you wink at him, he sends you a glare (nobody knows your dating except for the members) - thinks about how he's going to punish you later 💀 - when the performance is over he'll mouth some nasty words at you - you'll need this >>>> 🦽

" Why didn't you tell me about your performance? Trying to keep it a secret from me? "

☆ yunho

- this time instead your both on stage together - touches your ass, winks at you, puts his hands on your waist, etc. 😶 - gets a 🦴 halfway through the performance - probably fucks you in that dress 👀 - you won't be able to walk for weeks 👩‍🦽

" That dress looks so pretty on you, it be a shame for it to go to waste "

★ yeosang

- FLUSTERED AND SHY the whole time 🥴 - thinks you look gorgeous in your dress - can't keep his eyes off of you even after the performance - when you get home he'll act soft and shy to make you think your gonna be dominant tonight but oh lord, the tables have turned 🤭 - walking? never heard of her 🤷‍♀️

" You look pretty in that dress...but I think you'd look even better without it on "

☆ san

- will get shocked that your on stage doing a sensual performance - is so proud of you when you finish - after the performance he can't keep his hands off of you 🫠 - gives you so many hickeys 🫣 - wants you to recreate the dance at home bc he loves how beautiful you look

" You did awesome Y/N! Would you maybe want to do those moves on me tonight? "

★ mingi

- shocked. 😱 - thinks you look like a angel dancing - wants you badly but has to wait bc he has to go on stage after - touches your waist and ass when you walk past him when he's about to go on stage...😳 - here you go >>>>>> 🦽

" Hey baby, you looked so hot dancing like that "

☆ wooyoung

- flirty with you before the dance 🤭 - thinks you look so sexy and beautiful in your dress - is impatient to meet you back stage - drags you home right after the performance - I hope you brought crutches pookie, you won't be able to walk for days 😮‍💨

" C'mon Y/N, let's go home and let me show you what moves I can do "

★ jongho

- when I tell you this man is redder than a cherry, I MEAN IT - he thinks your absolutely gorgeous and how lucky he is to have you - but right after the performance something just snaps inside of him 😏 - teases you A LOT, to the point where you are BEGGING - I know it's a lot to take in right now but, I think you'll need these 🦽

" You are not going anywhere after what you just pulled back there "

a/n: god forgive me

🤸🏻  << you                      🦽🏌️<< me

[deanbrainrotwritings]

— A PROCLAMATION

SUMMARY : stanford era dean is a fuckable little sub and i like writing him that way forever. edging him here, actually

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : mallory (oc), daphne (oc)

WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), unprotected sex (we all know dean is safer that, but it’s ok for fiction), virgin!reader, oral sex, spanking dean, sub!dean, feeling all these emojis: 😖😮‍💨😭💀🤣😔🤭😩😧😆😫🥺😆😋😟😣😳🫣🫢🫡🫠😵‍💫🤤🥴🤧🤠🥹

WORD COUNT : 11k

A/N : title from close your eyes’ song. my beloved, breedable, stanfordera!dean. high school me was horny af, but for dean specifically, which is hilarious… i removed a character bc she contributed nothing to the plot LMAO xx

Dean chewed on his lip as he gazed at Y/N. She wasn’t even drinking, she never did, she was eyeing her best friend Daphne as she flirted with an attractive older man. Dean watched Y/N shake her head, an amused smile growing on her pretty lips when her glittering eyes suddenly found Dean’s and he nearly stopped breathing.

Her gaze was like a magnet and he was just a weak piece of metal, attracted to her only. Her adorable eyes, soft and warm like the blankets his mother used to buy him when he was a kid, made him warm all over, too. He melted like delicate chocolate in a hot mouth, and his face suddenly heated up.

She smiled at Dean and he gave her a little smile in return. Her cheeks were flushed and adorable, her lips a shade darker from her nervously chewing on them. Maybe what made it more difficult to be normal around her was the outfit Daphne made her wear. She was so hot. “What?” She asked, laughing shyly, she scooted closer to him and Dean tensed a little, watching her soft strands brush against the top of her shoulders.

The bar was a little loud, filled with chatter and balls clicking against each other from the pool table, laughter from people, and some old love song playing from the jukebox. It wasn’t Y/N’s favourite thing to do, it was definitely not where she’d want to be, he knew that.

He subconsciously moved his hand up and brushed her hair back slightly, fixing a unruly strand of her hair and her face softened at the action. Usually, Dean thought she was the cutest girl he’d laid his eyes on, but today she looked sexy. She was elegant and devastatingly beautiful, graceful in ways most hunters weren’t, Dean spent a lot of his free time admiring her or thinking about her.

“Sorry,” he murmured, freezing as his fingers brushed against her warm cheek.

“Do you think if I sit closer to you that guy over there will stop staring at me?” She asked suddenly, reaching out to touch his hand. Dean blinked at her small hand covering his, watched her tilt her head subtly to the side and he slowly let his gaze wander to where a man was sitting, glancing at her every once in a while as his friend talked to him.

Dean looked away quickly, jealousy burning in his chest even though Y/N was clearly uninterested. He moved closer to her, slinging his arm around her shoulders, and her smile widened as she gazed up at him. “This okay, sweetheart?” He asked, feeling his body heat up and electricity suddenly surrounded the air around them as the warm air of her laugh puffed over his neck and made him shiver. She nodded and looked away from him, choosing to play with the label on the bottle of beer he half-drank.

“I shouldn’t have let Daph talk me into wearing this outfit,” she told him quietly. Dean felt his gaze unintentionally fall to her cleavage, the green cropped shirt with lace along the neck and thin straps fit tightly around her torso, outlining her gentle curves. She looked gorgeous, her arms toned and smooth, her collarbones just barely visible to show she ate well, the column of her neck exposed and decorated by a simple gold chain with a little star.

“I think you look beautiful,” he found himself saying. She laughed again, then looked up at him and he smiled nervously as she shook her head. Suddenly everyone started to fade away, all he could see was her beautiful face, feel the warmth radiating from her small body like a little sun, smell the sweet aroma of the expensive perfume her mother bought her. It wafted up to his nose, combined with the delicious smell of honey and jasmine from her hair and skin and he wanted to moan, to lean down and taste her sweet skin.

“I look like all those girls you chase,” she joked. That hurt. His lips parted and he frowned down at her, disheartened. That’s what she thought of him? “Sorry,” she said immediately, staring at him with her eyebrows drawn together cutely, her way of being sincere. “You’re sweet and that was mean,” she chuckled.

Dean moved away a little and she looked at him anxiously, hoping she didn’t ruin his mood, but instead he removed the baby blue flannel he was wearing and placed it over her shoulders. His lean muscles flexed under the white t-shirt he wore and she could only stare at the little freckles on his arm before she smiled again, gazing into his green eyes.

“Thanks, D,” she murmured, putting her arms through the sleeves and smiled down at herself as she closed the front a little to hide her breasts again.

“Yeah, no problem.” He kissed her forehead and she adorably scrunched her nose at his affection, shy. She lifted her shoulder to press her nose against the soft material to find the pleasant smell of Dean’s body. Even Dean’s body heat remained on the shirt for a little and she shivered, then took his arm and returned it to rest around her shoulders.

Dean smiled down at her, feeling his entire body blush even more when she hummed in satisfaction. He dared to look over to where the guy was—who had been staring at Y/N—and he looked at Dean with an awkward, insecure smile on his face. Dean felt triumphant and looked back at Y/N who had peeled away the label from the bottle of beer he had abandoned.

Y/N’s phone buzzed on the table. Y/N stared at it indifferently, but when she looked at Daphne’s name light up on the screen, she grabbed it and opened the message. Dean tried reading what Daphne had messaged to Y/N, but he suddenly realised it was a text in Spanish and only knew the text was about him when he read his name in the middle of the sentence.

Dean watched her blush, and he raised a brow at her reaction curiously as she cleared her throat and closed her phone. “What did Daph say?” He played with her hair, turning slightly to look at her face more clearly.

“She… um, she just said she wasn’t drunk and that going to the guy’s place was entirely her decision.” Dean laughed a little and Y/N smiled at the sound. The air seemed to get thicker around them, and he squeezed her a little in his arms.

“What did she say about me?” He wondered, watching her as her brows went up slightly.

“Uh, just to stay with you ‘cause everyone is ugly,” she chuckled. Dean laughed again and Y/N’s bare knee brushed against his as she shifted next to him. Even over his jeans, he felt voltage travel from that small touch up to his cock and he stiffened, swallowing nervously when she immediately turned to look at him. “Everything okay, Dean?” She asked, not moving her knees away, so it felt like a constant current travelling all over his body and leaving him out of breath.

“Think you’ll be okay if I go to the bathroom for a bit?” He breathed out, starting to remove himself from her. She nervously looked to where the man was and caught his gaze. Dean grabbed her chin gently and forced her to look at him instead. “Don’t look at him, he’ll take it as an invitation,” he warned.

“Oh,” she replied quietly, her cheeks turning pink as Dean distractedly ran his thumb across her bottom lip. Nothing seemed to be getting better, Dean should’ve thought more clearly about his actions because now he was sure he was leaning in, and he couldn’t stop it. Not when her pink lips were parted in surprise and her warm eyes were now looking at his lips as well.

His lips finally touched her soft ones and he felt himself melt against her as her small hands moved to hold his face. The kiss was innocent, perfect, just his lips moulded perfectly between hers and he pulled away nervously. She blinked at him and licked her lips as if checking that the kiss had happened after all from how fleeting it was.

“Sorry, I’ll, uh, I’m gonna go now-” he moved his hand away from her chin and she dropped her hands from his face, frowning as he stared in slight surprise at the tent in his jeans.

“Don’t,” she insisted, her hand landing on his knee and he turned red, nearly flinching at the way the warmth of her touch seeped through his jeans. She looked down to see what he was looking at and blushed even more. “Oh,” she said again, and he felt himself get more embarrassed as he shifted uncomfortably.

“I’m really sorry,” he repeated, and as soon as the words left his mouth the entire front of her body was pressed against his as she kissed him again. He moaned softly in surprise, his hands finding her waist instinctively to hold her close as her arms wrapped around his neck.

“Let's get out of here,” she murmured against his lips. She sucked gently on his bottom lip and his breath hitched as he nodded thoughtlessly. He had no idea where his brain was when she grabbed her phone, his hand, then dragged him out of the noisy bar, into the cold air that knocked a little sense into him now that he was wearing only a t-shirt. “God… you’ve been driving me crazy, Dean.. for so long,” she muttered breathlessly as she walked to his car.

“I-I have?” Dean stuttered, watching her small body ahead of him covered in his big, baby blue flannel. She was so short, the top of her head was slightly under his shoulders and he found her endearing again.

“Yes,” she breathed out, stopping once they got to his car. Dean stared at her for a moment, the cold, evening air biting his cheeks and prickling his skin and she shivered, pulling his flannel closer around her body. “Your keys, D?” She asked and he blushed as he snapped out of his daydream.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered and started digging into his pocket where he always had his keys, causing her to laugh quietly, watching him fumble with the keys. Her laugh sounded teasing, a little mocking—prideful—and he shrunk a little as he unlocked the door and felt her cold hand slide up under the front of his shirt. “Shit,” he gasped, shivering as her cold fingers brushed against his nipple. His knees buckled slightly and he held himself with his hand on the roof of his sleek and sexy Impala.

“This okay, D?” She murmured, her other hand moving to unbuckle his belt. He looked around at the lonely, somewhat dark parking lot and then looked down at Y/N’s hand, watching her one hand expertly pull his belt off the buckle.

“You’re so hot,” he rasped, his cock twitching as if it were agreeing with his statement. She chuckled, bringing her other hand to his waist to hold him in place as she popped the button of his jeans without a struggle and carefully zipped it down. His hips involuntarily moved forward as she zipped down carefully and she bit her lip as she grinned at how responsive he was.

He squeezed his eyes shut as she sneaked her hand into his jeans, slowly rubbing at his erection over his boxers in up and down motions. He moaned softly, pressing his forehead against the cold, black metal of his car and she hummed softly when she got a feel of how big he was and pulled her hand out of his jeans.

He whined and she laughed again, pressing a soft kiss against his back. “Get in, pretty boy,” she smacked his ass and he chuckled, the mood becoming light, but still electrified with lust.

Before he could do anything, she started walking around the other side of his car. He watched her with wonder and adoration for a few moments, then came to his senses. He quickly got in and unlocked the door for her from inside, pulling it open just as she got there, greeting her with a playful smile that she returned, her eyes bright and mischievous as she admired his face.

“Thank you, sweetie,” she said flirtatiously. He closed his door and waited for her to close hers before he moved forward and kissed her again, deeper. She smiled against his lips, opening up when he shyly licked between her lips. “God, I’m so wet,” she moaned against his mouth. He pulled away immediately, staring at her with hunger as she licked her lips and rubbed her thighs together.

“Put your seatbelt on,” he told her, putting his own seatbelt on as he turned the Impala on and pulled out of the driveway. He was so relieved that their motel room was nearby, quickly getting out of his car and locking it as soon as she started to exit.

He was on her within seconds, his hands on her hips when he kissed her excitedly, forgetting about his jeans being open but not really caring as pressing himself this close to her hid anything from view. He felt her hands sneak into his back pockets and heard the quiet jingle of keys as he walked her backwards until she gently hit the door.

He didn’t want to move, but it was cold and he was not going to have sex out in the open with her. She deserved better than that and if he had the money, he’d be sleeping with her somewhere with much better ratings.

He pulled away from her lips, letting her turn around quickly to unlock the door and kissed her neck while holding onto her hips and letting her walk into the dark room. Whatever routine check he usually made before re-entering a room, suddenly didn’t register. He kicked the door behind him closed, locking it blindly and heard her throw the keys on the table before she turned the lights on.

He slid his hands up her stomach to her breasts, kneading them gently. She rested her back against his body, letting him touch her, his thumbs swiping gently against her nipples over her shirt. She hummed softly, arching her back as he circled her nipples with light touches, and then rubbed and pinched them gently again.

He liked the weight of them in his hands, the warmth that seeped through the flimsy material against his palm. He rutted against her ass, moaning quietly when he remembered he just needed to tug his jeans down to feel more friction. She moved away from him, panting and turning to face him, her cheeks flushed and adorable.

“You’re so hot, Dean,” she praised, licking her lips as she checked him out, the messy locks of his hair, the pink that suffused across his freckled cheeks, his swollen and red lips, his haphazardly-on jeans. She shrugged his flannel off, leaving it on a nearby chair.

He started to take his shoes off when she did the same, feeling her body immediately pressed against his again. Warm and soft, her hands slid his shirt up, his skin breaking out in goosebumps, until the shirt was hitting the floor and her lips met his. He put his hands on her waist, moving backwards with her while her fingers tangled in his hair.

He was desperate for her. His tongue impatiently invaded her mouth which made her smile, the way his tongue licked at hers, trying to memorise the taste of her with every gentle caress of his tongue, took her breath away. He pulled away slightly, with his hands under her skirt, lowering the soft panties she wore. As they pooled around her ankles, she focused on tugging his jeans down, her lips exploring his chest and his stomach.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth of her mouth on his body, the small licks of her wet tongue on his tensing muscles, her teeth scraping along his sensitive skin, and the way she sucked marks on his flesh made him moan softly. He knew he'd have those marks for a while, he wasn’t even planning on covering them up either, he’d probably cum looking at them as he thought of her like he always did.

He opened his eyes when he felt her fingers start to tug his boxers down. She was on her knees, pressing kisses to his hip bones, revealing more and more of his skin down to the dark patch of short hair and finally his cock. “Y/N,” he whispered, his voice full of desire, his eyes searching hers, begging her quietly for anything to bring him pleasure.

“What?” She murmured, lifting her hand up to graze her fingertips along his cock. He gasped, biting his lip, watching his cock bob slightly at the faint touch she gave him. “Dean?” She asked softly, wrapping her hand gently around his cock, her warm breath billowing over the tip of his cock, a bead of precum dripping down the tip. He nearly lost it when her eyes flickered down to see it, licking her lips at the sight before she gazed up at him again.

“Please, please,” he whined, “just do anything, I-” he moaned instead of completing his sentence, the feeling of her warm tongue licking at the tip closed up his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut. As fast as she put her mouth on him, she was pulling away which caused him to open his eyes, confusion pinching his brows together.

She leaned forward again, kissing the tip and moving her lips down to the base. His breath picked up again, his heart beating rapidly in his chest while his knees became weak.

He reached out to brush his fingers across her cheek, curling his fingers around the back of her neck, offering his cock to her mouth. Her stomach clenched watching him do it. Heat pooled between her legs as the hot tip of his cock lightly touched her lips and she opened her mouth to him. A loud moan rumbled in his chest causing her thighs to squeeze shut, aroused by the sounds he was making as she licked and sucked nearly all the way down.

Both hands grasped the side of her face, his thumbs caressing her soft cheeks as she drooled over his cock. She looked beautiful like this, he thought so as she hallowed her cheeks and pulled nearly all the way off to twirl her tongue around the head. She moved her head again, her tongue massaging beneath his cock, driving him crazier, the muscles in his stomach tensing when she hummed softly around him.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” he praised, guiding her face back and forth, going deeper and deeper. His pace was slow, watching his cock slide in and out of her mouth, warm, wet, and glistening with her saliva. Her hands held his hips at first, before one moved to the base of his cock, twisting tightly while her other fingers teased his balls.

He moaned, feeling her throat constrict around his cock, watching her eyes water with tears, but there was no sign she wanted to stop. “I’m gonna… fuck, don’t stop,” he whispered, surprise replacing the fire of his orgasm when she pulled her mouth away from his cock completely. “Is something wrong?” He asked softly, letting her fingers wrap around his wrist as she got up to stand in front of him.

“Everything‘s fine,” she murmured with a smile, but Dean worriedly wiped her tears and leaned forward to kiss the mess around her mouth, his tongue lewdly cleaning up her saliva and his precum.

Her quiet laugh made him smile, his lips trailing down her jaw and neck when he realised she was answering honestly. He took his time savouring her skin beneath his tongue, worshipping the taste of her and sucking softly at her perfect skin, biting into her shoulder which made her hiss softly.

He guided her to sit on the bed, the bed they had shared while Daphne and Mallory shared the other. The bed he had jerked off in while she slept next to him, clueless that it was her that made him ejaculate faster than he ever had. His cock throbbed at the memory of her sleeping soundly next to him while he defiled her image in his head.

His fingertips tickled her sides in attempts to lift her crop top. His hot mouth was on her breasts, over the shirt he teased her nipples, turned on that she was braless. He silently thanked Daphne for dressing her tonight.

She arched her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly, matching her breaths and nearly her heartbeat as her clit throbbed, begging for attention. Unlike him, she didn’t beg when he experimented with her body. His hands eventually found their way beneath her shirt and he was lifting it up her body, throwing it carelessly to the side.

He admired her for a few moments, turned on by how she squirmed, her legs parting to fit his body between them. He knew she must be achingly wet, but he focused his attention on her breasts, cupping them in his hands and kneading them gently, watching her reactions closely. His mouth was back on her breasts, his tongue circling around her nipple, lapping at it teasingly, and finally sucking gently.

She bit her lip when his fingers mimicked the same care as his tongue on her other breasts. His thumb made gentle circles around the tightened bud, then he started to swipe his thumb across, and finally rolled it between his fingers. He was pleased with how she was squirming, practically grinding down on the bed as he became rougher, pinching and biting softly until she finally moaned for him.

He pulled away, pushing her back gently and impatiently tugged her skirt down her legs. His hands grabbed beneath her soft thighs once the skirt was off and thrown out of sight. He kissed his way up the inside of her thighs, his mouth watering at the sight of her glistening folds.

She lifted herself up on her elbows, her adorable eyes catching Dean’s. She observed the way he kissed the inside of her thighs, avoiding where she was currently dripping with need, all from sucking him off and hearing the sounds he made. She squirmed a little, hating the way he breathed against her pussy, never giving her any attention.

He bit his lip at the sight of her being impatient, he was a little amused by her narrowed eyes when he looked up at her. He gave in quickly, letting her feet rest on the bed with her knees bent. His tongue flicked at her clit, two of his fingers circling her entrance, causing him to moan upon feeling how slick his fingers became.

If there’s anyone he’d love to have his tongue shoved into, it would be her. He’d yearned for her touch for far too long. It was torture when she’d sleep next to him and somehow end up cuddled up next to him, well, practically laying on top of him sometimes. Even patching her up the few times she’d been hurt, when his fingers would brush against her soft skin, he felt the voltage of her skin driving him crazy.

He’s wanted to kiss her for far too long. His lips had tingled every time he thought of kissing her, yearning to be pressed against hers. When both her dad and his dad worked together on hunts, they did the hard work and forced him to babysit her.

She was irritated by him because she was just a year younger than Dean. He was always distracted from research when he watched her bite her lip, leaving it swollen and red, wishing it was him who made them look like that. Or the way her pretty hands fidgeted with the book, wishing they were somewhere on his body instead.

He had all that now.

He shoved one finger inside her tight walls, feeling her warmth and the texture of her walls. He kissed her clit and pressed more kisses along her folds, removing his finger to kiss her entrance, his tongue pushing gently inside her. Her gasps, the way she squirmed and fisted the sheets satisfied him. The taste of her exploded his taste buds, a moan of satisfaction vibrating against her cunt while his hands found her thighs again.

He squeezed the flesh of her thighs in his warm hands, tasting her arousal before finding her clit again and massaging it with his tongue. Her hands moved into his hair, gentle tugs at the soft strands turned him on, letting go of one of her legs to push his finger into her again, smoothly moving in and out, curled gently against her walls.

Her heavy breaths filled his ears, his name quietly falling from her lips made his stomach flip excitedly and he started to suck her clit into his mouth excitedly. The moan she let out was sinful. A second finger prodded at her entrance, gently stretching her open while her fingers tightened against his hair. He pushed in slowly, removing his mouth from her clit to watch his two fingers slowly being pumped into her.

“You’re so tight… Relax, sweetheart,” he whispered, her hips wiggling in response. He bit his lip, but the way she squirmed allowed his fingers to push forward all the way. “Good girl,” he said softly, kissing his way up her body until he found her lips again, keeping his fingers buried inside her and starting to scissor them. She gasped against his mouth, her legs twitching open as he tried to loosen her up.

“This was not supposed to be about me..” she murmured against his lips, moaning quietly as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, his tongue sensually rolling over hers. She wrapped her hand around his wrist, enjoying the way his thumb rubbed her clit in quick circles, his fingers still moving inside her before she started to push his hand away.

“I’m trying to get you ready…” he trailed off, sitting back on his legs, staring into her eyes as she followed him, sitting on his lap. “If my fingers can barely fit inside you,” he whispered, grasping her thighs tightly when her wet pussy rubbed over his cock, “how am I supposed to fit inside you?” He looked between their bodies, her hand attempting to wrap around his cock again, unable to fully fit her slim fingers around him.

“You’re so sweet,” she smiled at him. He blushed, staring into her eyes now, trying to keep them open with her hand tightening around him. She leaned forward to kiss him softly, his eyes fluttering close with her loving kiss, feeling his heart soar in his chest. The feeling of her kiss made him moan, his hips moving up impatiently. He was really missing out, he’d never felt this way when he kissed someone.

She chuckled softly against his mouth, moving off him while he attempted to catch his breath. His eyes slowly opened to watch her, a little confused when she started to move around him, settling behind him. He looked over his shoulder at her, “what are you doing?” He asked breathlessly, shivering as her warm breath blew against the back of his neck when she laughed softly.

“Something I’ve always wanted to do to you…” she murmured, she grasped his chin, turning him just a bit more to kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip before she pulled away. A little smirk tugged at her lips when his breath hitch. “Is that okay?” She asked, moving her hands down the front of his body, his head bowed down to watch her hands stop at his thighs.

“Sure, baby, whatever you want,” he replied, the muscles of his legs tensing. He shifted a little, sitting a little more comfortably and waited for her with anticipation, curiosity making him impatient. She dropped a kiss on his shoulder, his heart warming up with how loving and gentle she was while sitting behind him.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” she said suddenly. His smile faded and he swallowed, looking back at her to make sure he heard her right. The innocent look on her face made him feel like she was hiding way too many dirty fantasies and he nodded immediately. “Good boy,” she praised offhandedly. He inhaled sharply at the praise, his hips rolling up into her hand, and it made her laugh softly.

She moved her hand up and down slowly. In his mind, Dean nervously hoped he could hold back his orgasm and not cum after all. Her hands felt too soft, her thumb circled around the head, and precum was already starting to gather until she swiped her fingers across blindly. He stared down at her hand, amazed and enchanted. He wanted to take control and force her to go faster, but he secretly wanted this.

He wanted to relax, to give in to her, and to lose himself in her teasing. He hadn’t been the one without control in so long that it was thrilling for him that she had even suggested it. Her of all people—quiet, reserved, and a little shy. He was clearly wrong about her and he always suspected that he was wrong about her, that she was far deeper and far kinkier than even he was.

In his fantasies, she was a sex goddess. For some reason, she was always the one with the upper hand. He had no idea what it was about her that made him think that, didn’t know if he somehow managed to figure her out in the midst of his horny thoughts or if it was simply his needs in the moment and happened to have been a coincidence that it’s true.

The slow pace and tight grip slowly built up his need, as if she were reading his mind, his stomach becoming taut and his breath turning deep and shallow. Her other hand started to move up his hip and his eyes widened, distracted for a few moments before she started to pump his cock faster.

And that feeling of pleasure nearly blinded him from her hand on his peck, her fingers tracing his nipple so he could hardly feel it. That was the case until she pinched it and he hissed, feeling a tingling sensation after and continuing to feel it as she brushed her finger against it.

He arched his back, his hips jutting out as he tried to even out his breaths, but her hand was moving away from his chest. It slid down again, moving down the middle to his soft tummy, which felt nice and for some reason it turned him on, a pathetic moan slipping past his lip.

She started to kiss the freckled skin of his back, his skin suddenly a million times sensitive. He closed his eyes tightly, enjoying the feeling of her all over him, a strangled moan nearly choking him when she reached under his cock and squeezed his balls gently. He whined again, opening his eyes to watch her small hands giving him pleasure, taking him straight to the edge.

He was pink and throbbing in her hand and he felt his stomach becoming tight, about to spill himself over her hand, only for her to suddenly let go of his cock and move her hand out from under him. There was an uncomfortable ebb of losing his orgasm and he panted, confused for a few seconds before remembering that he wasn’t allowed to cum until she gave him permission.

“When can I cum?” He whispered, looking over his shoulder. She smirked at him and he blushed looking forward almost instantly, feeling her move around behind him, her breasts against his back when she rested her chin on his shoulder.

“When you start to sound pretty,” she murmured into his ear, kissing down his neck and sucking a light mark. He groaned, a little frustrated by that because he wasn’t sure he could sound pretty, but also from enjoyment at the suction of her mouth on his skin. She wrapped her arms around his waist, leaving a few more marks down his clavicle and on his shoulder.

Her hands returned to his cock and Dean lost track of time as she denied him release over and over and over. He’d never felt so lost in the cloudy haze of lust and his body had never felt so sensitive. He felt like he could explode and he was unaware of the sounds that he let out at this point.

It was the pretty sounds that she’d been talking about. He was whining loudly, his back arched against her body, and his hands were fisting the sheets so tight he thought his nails might tear through them. He panted, sweaty and flushed when she let go of him again, the intervals of her teasing getting shorter because he was so close he didn’t need much more to cum.

He sounded pathetic, his hair sticking to his forehead, messy from her pulling it or from comforting him when he sobbed and whimpered, begging so endearingly for her to let him cum. And each time she would kiss him hard and hot, her tongue into his mouth, teeth clashing, and then she’d pull away to continue what she was doing to him.

It was torture, her pretty hands were slick and it was all from his precum, beads of it dribbled down her fist and between her fingers like when she’d held the condensing beer bottle. His cock was red and sensitive, throbbing painfully and harder beyond any other occasion he’d ever been in.

He wiggled in place, writhing in her hands, his hips thrusting up desperately into her fist until her other hand held him place. Her fingers dug into his hipbone and he whined loudly, leaning over and burying his face in the pillow to cry out, his toes curling from the overwhelming need to cum.

When he did that, she’d change the angle she fisted his cock with and the soft head of his cock would brush against the sheets and he nearly lost it, her hand coming up to swipe over and around the tip, and back down. She let his cockhead brush aginst the sheets, gently twisting her hand and putting extra attention under the head of his cook. He shoved her hands away when it became too much, burying his face deeper into the pillow to whimper.

She laughed behind him, watched his body fall flat on the bed with his hands under the pillow as he squeezed it against his sweaty and tearful face. His hips began grinding against the bed and he whimpered. She bit her lip, rubbing her clit with her wet fingers and then smacked his ass.

He wiggled his butt a little, she’d spanked him occasionally throughout the night and he enjoyed it a lot more than he thought he would. He started to mumble something under the pillow and he lifted his hips up, keeping the top of his body down against the matters and she moaned quietly at his obedience.

“Please,” he begged breathlessly, turning his face to the side so he could speak, then his hand went to his cock and he started to jerk himself off slowly. He’d been babbling the whole night, saying partial sentences through grunts and moans, broken and interrupted words slipped out from between his pretty pink lips, but all that he could manage perfectly was ‘please’.

He felt better than drunk, better than high on drugs, he’d much rather be at her mercy like this every night. Even as his balls pulled tightly and his cock ached, he preferred this feeling above anything in the world. If he ever felt like this again, all he would feel is her, all he would be able to see is her, he’d only ever hear her, and always only taste her. He doubted anyone would take the time to make him feel like this, but she did and one part of his brain should have wondered where their friends were, but frankly even if he wasn’t delirious, he wouldn’t give a shit.

He’d let her edge him with them around—watching him, he’d beg to cum because he needed it. It was different now, the way he felt so safe and warm all over, like a pile of melted marshmallows and she was the fire. She stood up on her knees behind him and he prepared himself for her by letting go of his cock, not expecting the smack on his ass, but definitely preparing for a second one.

“You wanna come, D?” She asked with a grin, her hands moved up his hips and he pushed back against her, whining softly and nodding.

“Let me cum, please, I wanna cum so bad,” he whimpered, “need it so bad, please, please.” She grabbed his hair and tugged it roughly, squeezing her thighs together when he moaned out another plea to let him come, babbling words pouring from his mouth and into the pillow. It was muffled, but she could easily make out the words now, her hand moved between his legs and he gasped when she started to tug at his cock quickly, mercilessly pumping his sensitive penis.

She watched the muscles in his back become taut and tense, it was like art and the freckles frosted over his sweet skin only added to his beauty. She licked her lips and her hand landed on his ass again, the sting of it making him groan. When she rubbed the red skin, he let out a little mew that left her slick down her thighs. After another slap on his ass, a more pathetic sound was pulled out of him. She could hear it clearly because he moved his face to the side again in order to breathe.

“You’re so good for me, Dean,” she praised, and he eyed her with pretty wide eyes, his pretty eyelashes sticking together from actual tears of not being able to cum. “Look at you, baby, you’re so beautiful, so pretty,” she told him breathlessly, squeezing his cock and he moaned.

“Wanna be inside you,” he begged, “wanna be inside you when I cum, please.” He started to wiggle a little and she let go of his cock, letting him sit up, making her way around him and let him pull her into his lap. He kissed her softly with an iron grip on her hips, but he didn’t make another move, just let her know his needs, but otherwise gave her control over whether or not she’d let him finally cum.

As he’d unfortunately suspected, she wasn’t going to give in to him just yet, but at least he could see her now. He’d wondered how she gazed at him the whole time she was torturing him, but when she broke the kiss, the hungry look in her eyes kept him still and in the same needy headspace. He liked it.

He liked the way her lust was entwined perfectly with tenderness, her thumb brushing against his cheekbone, a soft smile on her kiss-swollen lips. He leaned into her touch, his heart beating fast and loud in his ears, his cheeks red and shiny from sweat. His green eyes were clear, pupils dilating when looking into hers, his lips plump and soft, lashes still damp. He truly looked beautiful. More so than usual.

He admired her in return, taking in the flush on her cheeks and how captivated she looked when she gazed at him. Her lips were pulled between her teeth, her eyes trailing over his sweaty, freckled body to admire every inch of him. Even scrutinised under her gaze, his cock twitched, as if wanting her attention as well, and it did catch her attention which furthered his embarrassment.

He swallowed, his throat dry from all his pathetic and uncontrolled breathing. She lifted herself a little and kissed his forehead, he smiled softly, grateful and floaty when her lips moved down his face and to the other side, down his nose, to his cheeks and finally a kiss on his lips again.

He moaned against her mouth, still feeling distracted by how hard he was. She moved her lips down his neck, not caring that his skin was salty when she licked up the column of his throat. He shuddered, squirming delightfully when her teeth grazed his pulse, a little bite making him moan again.

He felt her smirk against his skin, felt himself struggle not to whine and whimper like a whore, her hands flat on his chest. She used her teeth and tongue over his clavicle, really making things impossible for him when she licked and nibbled at his nipples. He never thought he’d enjoy it, but he was hypersensitive everywhere at this point, and the strange pleasure that sent jolts down to his throbbing cock only made him more desperate and horny.

She was making her way down his stomach, licking the light outline of his abs, and sucking marks on his hip bones. He slowly lowered himself onto his back, gasping when she breathed against his cock, but she pulled away and like he’d been doing all night, he begged for her return. His words jumbled but she understood what he was asking, she just ignored him, took both his hands and kissed his wrists, right on his pulse.

It was so fucking romantic, he felt himself turn red and his heart swooned. Even when she put his hands on her breasts, guiding him to move his fingers and tease her nipples in similar ways she’d done to him. He pulled himself out of the daze to give her a little something, anything. He just wanted to make her feel good too, even if he just wanted to plunge his dick into her, he kept his hips down and squeezed her breasts roughly.

His thick fingers tweaked and pinched each nipple, budding them and watching them tighten under his gaze. His lips parted and he whined at her, silently asking for her to let his mouth do the work. She laughed through her nose, leaning over him so he could wrap his lips around her nipple, a little purr vibrating through her chest when the pleasure intensified with the heat of his mouth, little suck, and gentle scrapes of his teeth.

She stroked the side of his face, rocking her hips against his, his aching cock finally getting a feel of how hot and wet she was. Her soaked pussy slid along his cock and he gasped, her nipple falling out of his mouth, but she squeezed his cheeks painfully in one small hand, her brows rising. It was a little threat that he nodded at and then took her other nipple into his mouth, moaning rather loudly.

She panted, leaning one arm beside his head and cupping the back of his neck with her other. Both of his hands grasped her hips, somewhat guiding her movements. It was the most control he’s had all night and he was enjoying it. When he bent his knees, feeling more desperate, she moved her chest away, seemingly pleased when she cupped her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her glistening nipples.

It was so hot, but she lifted her hips slightly over his so he wouldn’t rub himself against her anymore. He purposely took his cock at the base and started to slide the spongey, leaking tip through her folds, a gasp leaving both their lips when he started on her clit and moved down. He worked his hips upwards, focusing on her clit and then moved down to her weeping entrance, finding it so easy to slip the head inside her and his breath stuttered at the feeling of her hot walls clenching tightly around the head of his cock.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could do that, did I?” She asked, moving away from him, sitting on her legs and squeezing her thighs together because she really enjoyed it. He shook his head apologetically and looked away a little ashamed. She smiled at him, a little wicked smile that made him shift anxiously, his hands awkwardly playing with the sheets. “It’s okay, you’ve been good all night, D,” she reassured him, leaning down to kiss his cheek and his jawline.

“I’ll keep being good, I’m sorry, baby,” he apologised, his eyes wide and puppy-ish. She smiled at him, her eyes softening. She gave him a quick peck on the lips, thoughtfully tapping at his lower lip.

“Wanna make it up to me?” She asked innocently, to which he nodded fervently. Instead of telling him what to do, she threw her legs over his waist and he waited patiently for her to move. When she started to crawl up his body, his cock throbbed, bobbing with excitement at the very sight of her slick folds.

She wiggled her hips, letting them hover above his mouth teasingly. She waited with a smirk until he whined to drop her hips onto him. Her pussy silenced his whine and he moaned instead, his hands squeezing her ass roughly, pulling her down onto his mouth harder, his tongue finally tasting her again.

Her arousal coated his lips and she gasped, screwing her eyes shut when he sucked down her swollen clit. Now he knew how turned on she was, the sweet and slightly tangy taste of her slick lit fireworks on his taste buds once again. He greedily swallowed the mixture of her juices and his saliva, his mouth watering, practically drooling over her cunt.

She held onto the headboard, moaning when he shoved his tongue into her pussy, the short muscle wiggling inside her warm cunt and sliding out so hotly she reached down to take handfuls of his hair and started to tug as gently as she could.

Her hips undulated against his face, his nose rubbing against her clit and now she was controlling him again. Reminding him constantly that she still had the upper hand, particularly when she said things to him like, “you have such a fuckable face, D.” She was out of breath and he looked up at her from between her legs, whining loudly when he saw her with her back arched and her head tipped back in pleasure. “Make me cum, D, be a good boy and make me cum all over your face.”

When he nodded, his tongue slipped out of her and his nose brushed quickly over her clit, making her moan out his name. He wanted to grab his cock and relieve some of the pent up frustration but instead, he easily plunged two fingers into her wet hole and sloppily started to scissor them inside her.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, lapped at her stretched entrance, and watched her squirm above him. Her hips still moved against his face, but this time, she alternated between fucking herself on his fingers and letting his mouth do it’s job on her clit. It drove him crazy how hedonistic she was when she’d languidly pleasured him the whole night. If she rode his cock this desperate and fast, he wouldn’t last much longer.

When he pulled his fingers out, she whined. His stomach tightened and his cock bobbed, frantic for attention and throbbing for her weeping cunt. She shifted her hips a little and let go of the headboard, her hand instead moving behind her and flat on his sweaty chest while she began using his mouth to get off. She moaned wantonly, her lips parted, and he became thrilled when he recognised that this was her I’m close face.

“Dean,” she moaned, “I love your mouth,” she gasped, “so good for me.” He moaned in response, starting to suck her clit roughly which made her tense up, a strangled moan tearing its way through her as she orgasmed. She rode his face until her orgasm subsided and then she moved off his face, sitting on her legs again, her clit still throbbing.

He stared at her in awe, gazed at her now that she came and she looked right at him with a similar look on her face. She’d never done anything like that before and she was sure Dean had single-handedly ruined all men for her on her first time. There was never gonna be someone who was this good at sex and she really didn’t want to try putting herself out there to verify that information. She wanted Dean all to herself, but she kept that possessive thought to herself.

“Oh, you’re a mess, D,” she murmured, staring at the slick around his mouth and on his nose. He shrugged, watched her lean down and his lips parted, ready for her kiss which she gave him. She moaned against his mouth, licking against his soft tongue without a care in the world that she could taste herself or that she was smearing the same slick over her own mouth.

She pulled away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, taking her discarded shirt to clean his mouth with tenderness in her touch and eyes.

“Can I cum now? I need you so bad, Y/N,” he asked timidly. He sat up and shoved the pillows away to take their place, not caring that one landed on the floor. His cock was a furious red colour, standing up straight and resting rigidly against his tummy, leaving it sticky with his precum.

“Want me to ride you?” She asked, staring at him with a little smile.

“Yes, I want you on my dick,” he moaned softly.

“Let me have a taste…” she murmured, lowering herself so she could be levelled with his erect penis. He cursed softly under his breath, catching her licking her lips before her hot mouth overwhelmed his cock with pleasure. His hand instinctively moved to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her soft hair. Her tongue licked up his precum, moaning at the taste of him and taking him into her mouth.

She bobbed her head, taking more and more of him each time and then stopped before he could reach her throat. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, nearly pulling off and then moving back down, drool coated his cock and she pulled away completely with a loud pop.

He thought that was it, when she started to move between his legs, but instead she took him in her mouth again, but instead started to take him deeper. His breath stuttered with each extra inch of him that she took.

He gathered her hair and stared at her in amazement, nearly hitting his head a little too hard against the wall at the feeling of her throat constricting around him. He grunted, not really knowing if he wanted to yank her hair and kiss her senseless or if he wanted to fuck her mouth fast and hard. He whined when her nose was pressed against his pelvis, her warm breath coming in and out through her nose with great skill, but he didn’t dwell on it when he felt himself move in and out of her throat.

“Holy fuck, Y/N,” he gasped, trying very hard to keep his hips still and failing miserably when he started to thrust up into her mouth, but it was her final attempt at torturing him and when his balls drew up, his stomach becoming rigid with the close proximity of his orgasm, she pulled her mouth off him all the way and licked her lips while smirking at him. “Please, why?”

“Because,” she started, sitting in his lap, “I want you to finish inside me.” His breath hitched at her words, looking down between their bodies and observing how she guided his dick to her entrance the way he had done earlier.

He didn’t even have to whine, whatever sentence he’d started to form in attempts to convince her to let him cum died on his tongue when she lowered herself all the way down. Slowly and easily from how soaked she was, she sat herself down on his lap and his hands found a way to ground him to reality by resting on her hips tightly.

She continued to drip around him, finding the way he effortlessly glided in and out of her so ridiculously hot. She rested her hands on his chest to help keep her steady as she bounced on his lap, ignoring the feeling of her thighs burning from her efforts because of how good it felt when her clit pressed against his pelvic bone.

She looked at him before he could manage to get his heavy eyes open, both becoming entranced by each other like the sun had peaked through dark rain clouds and rays of sunlight revealed the truth to them. They were truly looking at one another, seeing the person who was making all these feelings and emotions intensify impossibly. It was intimate, the way suddenly it wasn’t about getting off, but about having each other and feeling good while they were vulnerable.

He lifted his hips up, meeting her hips each time, only after sharing a soft and passionate kiss, did he close his eyes again. He relished in the feeling of her around him, in the way she held him close with the fingers of one of her hands buried in the short hair at the back of his head. Her palm rested over his heartbeat, nearly following the rapid beat each time their hips met, and he felt so warm.

It was a new feeling that nearly terrified him into stopping, but she’d kissed that fear away, her lips moving against his distractingly so that he forgot he wanted to run before she realised he wasn’t good enough. Before he fell harder only for her to abandon him like everyone else had. He couldn’t go through that again, but the way she sank her teeth into his lower lip and tugged with a little moan made him forget what he was thinking about.

“Fuck,” he groaned, completely blindsided by his orgasm. He only felt her pull away from his lips to look at him when he spilled inside her. The warmth of it made her shudder and she kissed him again, muffling his moan with a rough kiss. She pulled away when her walls spasmed around him, his cum oozing out of her and mixing with hers. He grunted her name and gazed at her tiredly when she rode out her orgasm, his name quietly falling from her lips.

She cursed quietly, placing her forehead on his shoulder and moved her hands back on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and enjoying the warmth of her body against his, for as long as it lasted. He kissed the side of her head, gently tracing her skin, trying not to think about anything negative.

He wasn’t sure he could make himself stop thinking, not when he felt her relax in his arms. The silence that fell over them didn’t help either, but what was he supposed to say? He didn’t exactly plan on this happening, not with her, and he knew she didn’t plan for this to happen either. Even if they had fantasies about it happening, now that it had, what were they gonna say? Where would they go from here?

He doubted she would even want anything to do with him. He shifted beneath her, his anxiety getting the best of him. “Let’s get cleaned up,” he said softly, brushing her hair away from her face and kissing her cheek. He didn’t really wanna talk about it, but he knew he’d have to at some point because he cared about her a lot more than he ever would for some random lay.

He grunted softly when she moved off him, but she seemed to sense that something was up with him. “Dean,” she laughed softly, trying to ease the tension that built up. He looked up at her innocently, a blush blazing its way up his face when she took his chin in her hand and kissed him. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

She had to ask.

He leaned in to kiss her and shook his head, “nothing.” She narrowed her eyes at him, but kissed him back anyway, getting off the bed. He followed her lips and only pulled away when she let go of his face. Her little laugh made his face soften, but fear nagged at his heart and made it flutter.

He breathed to calm himself, building up his walls and getting ready to act casual, as if she were any other woman he’d take to his room. It failed miserably, when he got up and followed her into the bathroom, and saw her cleaning herself with a towel. She blushed when she saw him, freezing with the towel between her legs.

He apologised, but she smiled, and he stayed to clean himself.

He dared to look in the mirror, watched her wash her hands after dumping the towel, her hair dishevelled sexily, similar to what his own hair looked like now. It felt so domestic. So… like everything he secretly wished he could have instead of being a hunter, like all those policed dreams and secret wishes he’d never allow himself to dwell on because it hurt so bad that he couldn’t have it. He wasn’t allowed to.

But she tore all that up, with her compassion and her determination, her dedication to being there for him and indulging his inner-child without complaints. She didn’t stop him from doing something he wanted to do, even if it was childish. She listened to him, to all his sad thoughts and all the things he was passionate about. She was home. He could be himself, happy, sad, whatever it was he could just bare his soul to her and she’d treat every ounce of it with tenderness and love.

After every bad case, she’d be there to caress and comfort his soul, and after every good day, she’d celebrate with him. When his father and her father went off to do the killing and left the two of them together, she’d help him do research, he’d teach her to cook when they had nothing to do, and he took her out to get ice cream because even she got tired of being indoors. And every time there was an event in the city or town they were in, she’d surprise him and take him there to experience it.

It’s like they’ve been together forever, not just as friends, but as lovers. Neither of them dared to speak of what was going on between them, both were too scared the magic would fade because of their fear of what would happen once they acknowledged it. This was different to him, he had friends that he cared about nearly as much as he cared about Y/N, he’d do all that with them, but it was different with her.

When he looked at his few close friends in utter adoration, it was different from when he looked at her, and he died a little inside all those times people teased him for looking so in love with his friends, thinking she could see it too. It made him wonder if she knew how he felt somehow and just didn’t make a move because she didn’t feel the same, or if she took the way he looked at her and thought that’s how he looks at his friends too, because it simply wasn’t true.

She was it for him. He put all his friends on a pedestal and he was painfully loyal to them, he’d die for them and he’d fall apart if he ever lost them, but if he ever lost her, he just wouldn’t survive a second more, even if Sam were still here.

“I’m gonna put something on,” she announced, her voice coming out gently. He nodded at her and stared at himself for a few moments before being absorbed into his thoughts again. Would she wait for him to finally not be afraid? Could he ask that of her? He wanted her, he needed her in his life, felt more affection for her than any other person in his life and he knew he’d never love anyone that intensely.

He doesn’t ever meet people that stick around long enough for him to find that out, but with her. How could he not? How could he not be in love with her when they are so similar and yet so different? It was the perfect balance, at least he thought so. She was always there to pick him up and always there when he was happy. She’d seen the ugliest parts of him and she’d stayed by his side after all of it.

They shared a million things together, both new and old, and he knew what he had with her was far more than friendship because of how many times his dreams were plagued with her being the one he’s with. When he’d read books out of boredom in secret, if they happened to have romances, he’d always picture her and himself and feel so pathetic for doing so.

His most favourite thing to imagine was that she was Penelope and he was Odysseus, that she’d love only him despite a million suitors throwing themselves at her. That no matter how much more stable, normal, and good looking they were, it was him she wanted. He imagined that she’d wait for him just as long and yearn for him for ages, just to see him, to be with him. If she’d actually do that, he didn’t know.

He stepped into the room again and saw her wearing his baby blue flannel. He stopped again to admire her, with her hair in a messy ponytail, strands falling randomly down her face while she looked in her bag for something. Her teeth pulled at her lower lip and her brows were drawn together in focus. All of this really reminded him of times when his mother was trying to look for something while his dad just admired her, and it hurt.

“What are you looking for?” He asked, watching her relax and smile up at him. She moved a strand out of her face and her hand fell on her thigh loudly.

“My phone,” she laughed breathlessly, “did I leave that in the car?” She wondered to herself, her eyes only then flickering down to his dick. He looked down at himself and with a blush, he started to get dressed, slipping on his boxers and jeans.

“I’ll go check, sweetheart,” he took his keys and she thanked him quietly. He smiled and kissed the top of her head before heading out, his boots stomping on the ground the whole way to his car. He heard her phone ring a few times and easily found it under the passenger seat, lighting up with Daphne’s name. “Shit,” he muttered, answering quickly.

“Babe,” she slurred.

“It’s Dean,” Dean cleared his throat and chuckled, stepping out of his car he heard Daphne choke a little over the phone.

“Still applies,” she teased. There was a long pause and Dean became concerned. “Did you two finally fuck?” She whispered before Dean could say anything and this time Dean nearly choked, a blush crawling up his face.

“No,” he said unconvincingly, crossing an arm over his chest.

“Oh, my God! You did!” She shouted and he cringed, pulling the phone away from his ear. “Finally, you’re both so in love!” She said a little more quietly.

“N-No, we’re not,” he stuttered, rolling his eyes.

“Dean, be fucking for real,” she scolded, “her eyes literally light up like a million stars when she looks at you and you do the same. Trust me, I know,” she said matter-of-factly. Her words made his stomach do flips, both enjoying the prospect that she looked at him with love in her eyes and also hating that he was so obvious about his feelings towards her. “Anyway, please pick us up,” she whined, breaking him from his thoughts.

“Us?” Dean wondered, confused about who this other person was.

“Yeah! It’s an old friend from highschool. She’s awesome and Y/N misses her so bad!”

“Uh, right. We’ll be there in a few.” Dean shrugged and looked confused still.

“Thanks! Bye!” She hung up and he laughed, finally making his way back to the room, where Y/N was now wearing some jeans and a pink sweater. He could easily tell she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath and it turned him on, especially after finding out she may have the same feelings towards him after all.

“Daph called your phone, we need to pick her up,” he told her, handing her the phone. She smiled, thanking him again and reaching out to take it only for him to tug her into him. She looked at him with confusion, but didn’t fight when he kissed her again, his lips soft and the kiss gentle. He felt her relax in his arms again, her kiss turning just as loving as his before he pulled away, his thumbs stoking her cheeks. “If my dad finds out I had sex with you, he’s going to kill me,” Dean said suddenly and she laughed from how unexpected it was to hear him say that.

“He doesn’t need to know…” she trailed off, smiling deviously, “and if he does find out, he better get used to it because we’re doing that again.” He smirked at her words, still cupping her face in his hands and leaning down to kiss her, making it last longer than before to pour his love into it.

“Let’s go pick them up first, and then round two,” he murmured, pecking her lips. She smiled against his mouth and reciprocated the chaste kiss.

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Timothée Chalamet x OC

a/n: so this is my first time posting x OC AU and I’m kinda nervous but yeah, enjoy!

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miramelbourne what a night

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tchalamet what a night indeed.

miramelbourne 🤠🫦

miramybaby what do you mean miss?????

timirastan ok mr. and mrs. we-talk-so-secretly.

miralotheefan we need to know what happened that night 😩

user_28438 are they dating?

timmyxmimi well, there is nothing confirmed but we hope they are because they’re so good together 🫠

randomuser she’s dating with Ben Barnes

timotheefan15 bro what 💀 they’re besties

mirasbabygirl You SLAYED as always 💅🏻

kissmemira My lady looks so sexy as always 🫦

msmelbourne 🛐🛐🛐

tchalafann she’s so fine 😮‍💨

zendaya i missed you like crazyyyy

miramelbourne me too baby me too 🥲

timmytimmy hey sexy 🥵

pauline.chalamet what a woman

miramelbourne making me blush I see miss chalamet

pauline.chalamet 😏💋

tchalamet 🤠

miramelbourne no need to be jealous t

tchalamet oh I’m gonna show you who’s jealous

timmyfann AAAAAAAAAAAAA

timmyxmimi SHOW US TOO TIM

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tchalamet TC x MM for chaneloffical

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miramelbourne 😋

tchalamet 🫠

chanelofficial 🖤

tchalafann parents!!!

timmytimmy oh, look at my husband with his girl

benbarnes the second picture tho mhmmm

tchalamet challenge accepted mhmmm

benbarnes fight me boy mhmmm

chalafann LMAO MHMMM

miralotheefan we see ur jealousy boy mhmmm

miramybaby ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS

kissmemira ok but can you guys admit that ur dating already so i can live in peace 🙄

stephanebak i love this

timmyfan04 our guy pretty like a girl 😭

mirasbabygirl the iconic chanel couple 🙌🏻

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miramelbourne MM x CC chanelofficial

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tchalamet Ladies and Gentlemen… Miranda Janelle Melbourne.

miramelbourne 🥰

chalametfann we love the man who always supports his girl 🥹

zendaya marry me😡

miramelbourne when? 💋

tchalamet such a fangirl

zendaya yeah, what about it?

chanelofficial love this look 🖤

miramybaby MIRANDA MELBOURNE WORLD DOMINATION

timchalfan Hopefully we'll see her again at the Venice Film Festival! She’d slay as always.

msmelbourne we will girl it’s confirmed!!! 🥹

mimirayray ICON!!!

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mirandaupdates my babies 🥹🥹🥹

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msmelbourne she’s also wearing his cap and sunglasses 😭

randomuser i wonder how she’s allowed to wear the stuff she wears, i mean not in this one obviously but she always wears revealing clothes and Timothée is a jealous man.

chalafann bruh he always supports her and he has no right to speak about what she wears, which is the fact that he’s aware, hell he probably wears even more revealing clothes than her lol. And Timothée is jealous yes, but not toxic.

timotheefan15 GUYS, GO LOOK FOR TIMOTHÈE’S LAST POST OMFG

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tchalamet It’s been a crazy journey, but you can't imagine how grateful I am to have you by my side. You’ve made me a better man since the day I met you. I’m so happy that you’re mine. I can never get enough of you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

I promise you that I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world like you made me the happiest man on earth. And I want to raise a toast to that.

To us.

Happy 2nd anniversary my love, you’re my whole world.

p.s. i know i said i won’t post the first pic but i can’t help it you’re so cute :3

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miramelbourne WHATKDDJSKDJELFJFKK 😭😭😭😭😭

miramelbourne I THINK YOU JUST BROKE ME

tchalamet then come here and cuddle me

miramelbourne THAT’S SO CHEESY LIKE WHATTT

tchalamet hey!!

miramelbourne GOD I LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH

tchalamet I love you more

miramelbourne YOU’RE FORGIVEN BTW

tchalamet 🥳

zendaya FINALLY

miralotheefan GIRL YOU KNEW?

florencepugh happy anniversary my babies 🥺

miramelbourne thank you love 💗

tomholland2013 we should celebrate!!

zendaya yesyesyes

tchalamet yep

benbarnes guess you won the challenge huh?

tchalamet as always 😏

henrycavill 🖤

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chanelofficial Happy anniversary 🖤

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timmyxmimi WHAT WHAT WHATTTTT

msmelbourne SO YOU’VE BEEN DATING THIS WHOLE TIME????? FOR TWO YEARS??????

timmytimmy BOYFRIEND TIMOTHEE CONTENT BOYFRIEND TIMOTHEE CONTENT 😩

mirandafann TWO YEARS EXCUSE ME??!!

chalafann I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TWO DATED FOR TWO YEARS AND WE DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT THAT

miramybaby I MEAN HOW CAN YOU HIDE IT SO GOOD

timotheefan15 AAAAAAAH 💖💖💖

mirasbabygirl Mira you got him whipped for you girllll 🥹

kissmemira now we’ll see boyfriend Timmy?? 🥹💗

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I’ve seen a lot of posts talking about how Simon, being a soldier through and through, needs orders to function both inside and outside the home. Feeling best and most secure when his luvie orders him around and tells him what to do, and what they need from him. Which is 🫠😵‍💫😮‍💨🤤🤭🤭

yeah

Of course

But, little crumbs of thought here, I need MORE posts talking about how this man is??? Literally a lieutenant?? 😭 He’s also in his field when giving orders, when overseeing progress, when deciding what happens, where it happens, and HOW it happens. OUTSIDE of sex, I mean, c’mon y’all… Fluff. I want some domestic fluff. Let this man be just some guy™️ at home, not just taking orders but giving them. Let him be HUMAN y’all 😭😭😭

From my humble notes app from a few days ago—thus, ✨incoherent✨

[winterrbluess]

Winn, Winn, Winn, Winnnnnn!!! I came to your inbox to gush over our beloved sukuna!! I'm so happy seeing him being the grumpy pookie that he is 😭 him pouting as he's chewing on his food LIKE ARE U KIDDING MEE???? AHHH 🥹🥹 if big and evil why so adorable??? and him asking uraume "Why did you not get cold being by my side." absolutely BROKE ME. 😭 I need him to be loved and happy in his next life 🥹 god this ask is all over the place but IM IN MY FEELS !! gege I owe you once AGAIN 😭🫶

Olaaaaaaa!!!!!! I get you!!!! I'm feeling all over the place toooo😭😭😭 like I'm actually buzzziingg with excitement!!! And thank youu! for coming to my inbox i NEED to gush about this man for hours! Infact I was going to make an ask in your inbox 😂😂

He is the literal definition of grumpy cat!! Yesss he looks sooo cuteeee pouting like that i want to bite him and squish his cheeks!! (Please someone needs to sedate me🫠) Gege just so casually flared my obsession with Sukuna😮‍💨😮‍💨

That made my heart ache too! 😭😭 God please he needs all the love and happiness in his next life! And to show his question with th last panel.....🥹🥹Gege when I catch you Gege. That panel is *my weakness* I'm still not over it and this man just made it worse for me! (I love it soo much) Also this made Sukuna's bond with Uraume so beautiful ahhhh!! I can write a whole book right now..

Also he is now literally our old man. It's so poetic how Wasuke lived a peaceful and normally happy life showing what Sukuna could've been if he wasn't treated as a curse. God Yuji's last monologue to Sukuna hits even harder now!!!

[milevenstancyendgame]

Mike's Outfit Rating S2

✨Find S1 here.

It's hard to determine the colours and details of this outfit, because it's night time, but at least we get these two hilarious screencaps:

Nancy's face is everything in this scene (love her wallpaper btw).😆

Also, Mike's face.😂

Any way. We start with what looks like black trousers and a black jacket, but if you zoom in on the bike photo, the trousers have a brown sheen, and zooming in on the photo above, the jacket looks more like dark blue with a velvety brown collar.😳

Very interesting.🤔 Would have loved to see that in better light. The shirt is light grey with red, white, and probably dark blue stripes.

We hate to say it, but that shirt is awful.😒 BUT I like the dark brown and velvety collar.🤎 So have

2 out of 5 ⭐⭐ (I'm less generous this season, sorry bestie)

Definitely got the Ernie vibes this season.🤓 These might actually be the same brown trousers as in outfit nr. 1, this time with a dark blue shirt with red, white, and green stripes, plus our old friend! The blue hoodie.😱

Mike, you should know my opinion on blue by now.😮‍💨 Especially dark blue. It's only

1 out of 5 ⭐ 😔

The expressions sure are gold!😆 Now this is THE Special™ Outfit of the season.✨ Iconic.👌We love the cosplay, we love that logo with the ghostie and bright red.👻🚫 We love that it's not blue.🙏 Overalls aren't very stylish though. And beige...😬😬😬 And that proton pack is a fashion nightmare.💅 What a mix. Let's say halfway happy at

3 out of 5 ⭐⭐⭐

Have a photo dump of this one, because it's my favourite from the season - which doesn't mean much.😐 The full body shot is the best:

Inquisitive Wheeler!🧐

Man, he really loves those brown trousers.😂 I'm still not sure if they're corduroy or not, it's hard to tell. Also hard to tell if the sweaters base colour is beige or grey. But it has a wild palette of yellow, brown, green, and blue patterns on it.🤯 Certified Grandpa Sweater©.👴🏻 The collar of the shirt beneath seems to be dark green. It better be.🤨

Any way, love the old-fashioned energy, the amount of not-primary colours, especially the green.😌♏ We rise again to

3 out of 5 ⭐⭐⭐

And it's already time for our finale outfit.😭

Bestie had the good idea to change trousers before tracking vines, fighting demodogs, and setting tunnels on fire.👏 But guess who's back? The dark blue sweater.😬 And yet ANOTHER grey striped shirt.😮 Indeed, it's not the same as from the first outfit, this one has yellow and dark blue stripes. Seriously Mike, how many of those do you own??👹💀

Also:

THAT blanket with THAT outfit?😱

What can I say.😶 The only thing I like is the dark green trousers, but they clash with the hoodie of doom.😬 It's back to

1 out of 5 ⭐

Shout out for the apocalyptic vibes of this though:

They all deserve to be shown.😂👌Love how everyone's "WTF" in the last picture, but Mike's gone back into 😍 mode.🤭

Ah yes. The Snow Ball.❄️ Such a beautiful, heart-warming ending.💖 But not fashion-wise.😐

I don't even know what to say about those colour combinations. Why would you do that to a child.

The colour of the trousers is impossible to say. It might actually be black. But it goes downhill from there.🫠 Light blue button-up with red tie?🙊 Plus GREY sweater vest??🙉 With YELLOW and BROWN and WHITE and BLACK stripes??🙈 PLUS LIGHT BROWN VELVETY JACKET???😵‍💫😵🤯🤢

The funeral outfit was decent, what happened?😫 Unforgiveable.😤 This is it. The moment I hand out

0 of 5 stars 💀💀💀

Now I understand why s2 was my least favourite season.🫡

Besties. I'm so glad s3 is next. So so glad.🥲

[rhonnie23]

Cartier put HYUNJIN in red bottom heels with Oreo hair & i don’t know what to do or feel. I just know I need a full body pic of him standing up😩😭

& I know he’s 6ft in them😮‍💨 hyun the man you are is killing the women I am🫠