#when I first watched it it was with a bunch of friends on a sleepover

[shrews-art]

Today I started rewatching arcane and came to the conclusion that I'm genuinely not strong enough for this hdkdhskhdjdhd how did I survive it the first time??

[kizzmexoxo]

You Taste Like Secret ~ Hyung Line

“Nothing but a bunch of perverts.”

Pairing. Hyung line x Reader

Genre. Brothers Friends, SMUT. MDNI. All of them are perverts. If uncomfortable, do not read!

Warnings. SMUT, dubcon, manipulation, drinking, drunk scenes, underwear stealing, dry humping, ass slapping, harassment, literally just smut. (lmk if I missed anything)

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Release date. TBA..

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Your brother’s friends are perverts.

You don’t remember how it all started. All you remember was having a sleepover at Jungwon’s—your brother—friend’s house. Not to mention, all boys. Men.

You weren’t even supposed to be there. Jungwon was forced to drag you along since your parents insisted you both to have a sister and brother time. Jungwon already made plans with his friends that night, but your parents still pushed the idea of you coming along to whatever plan he had.

You love your brother, but you admitted to the fact that you don’t spend a lot of time together. Your parents noticed and insisted to let you come with your brother.

That’s why you ended up to a mini get together with his ‘boys’. You honestly didn’t care, you just wanted to go home.

You had no choice but to endure the yelling, cursing, and laughter that came out of their loud mouths. I mean, they’re boys. What did you expect.

You were on your phone as they continue to shout at each other while playing a video game you don’t ought to know about.

“We should drink. I’m thirsty.” A male voice speaks, Sim Jaeyun, Jake rather.

You got along with him the most and the sweetest out of all your brother’s friends. He was very kind when he first met you. He guided you at the first day of school when you were lost, offer you notes, and checked up on you when Jungwon wasn’t present at your home.

And he has that big smile on his face he flashes whenever he’s happy.

You almost saw him as another brother. Almost.

“Bet” another male voice speaks. This one was Park jongseong, or in short, Jay. He helped you in your studies.

He was the richest out of all of them. Designer watches, designer bags, an expensive looking car, it was obvious he was the richest. The most sophisticated one too.

“Seriously? We drank last night.” A deeper voice speaks. Park sunghoon. The owner of the house you’re staying at.

He was the most mysterious of them all. You can’t read his expression at all.

“Don’t be a mood killer. Get the drinks, jay. Finally the oldest. Lee heeseung. He was the one that stood out the most to you. Mysterious and flirtatious.

They all have different personalities, you concluded, but they’re all the same.

Heartthrobs, playboys, attractive, rich.. and perverts.

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They were perverts. You knew because you had caught each of them behaving oddly whenever you were alone in the house with one of them.

They’d bite their lips, undressing you with their eyes, and obviously having dirty thoughts about you.

You knew damn well how these boys look at you when Jungwon wasn’t looking.

Sunghoon would always take the opportunity of checking you out. Despite his unreadable expression, you always notice his eyes moving up and down, undressing you with his eyes, whenever you go downstairs to go grab yourself an edible.

He’d even follow you to the kitchen, pretending to grab something. But in reality, he had other intentions. he would trap you against the counters and rub his clothed cock to your ass from behind.

“Sorry. Had to grab this.” He reached out to the upper cabinet to grab himself a bag of chips.

Before you could confront him, he already had left.

Heeseung, who always makes himself comfortable in your home, tend to visit your room a lot, plopping down onto your bed like he owned the place.

He frequently stays over to fall asleep beside you without Jungwon knowing.

You didn’t mind it at first but now it had became a habit, you decided to confront to him about it.

He reveals a pout, “You don’t want me in here, princess?”

Oh and the nicknames he’d given you. You have no idea how to respond to that.

“Let me stay here. I love it here.” He insists, pulling you closer, his body pressed against yours.

It almost looked like you were both cuddling, not knowing what’s under the covers.

He runs both his hands down to your ass, squeezing, massaging it until he falls asleep.

Jay, who volunteered in tutoring you, does not keep his hands to himself.

He always insists on you sitting on his lap since that was his ‘technique’ in learning fast.

Obviously that was just an excuse to feel your ass on him.

You were more focused on the hard bulge you’d feel as you sit on his lap while he teaches you whatever he was talking about.

Whenever you’d get his question right, he’d give you a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes, massaging your tits.

But if you’d get a question wrong, he’d bend you over the table and slaps your ass until he is fully satisfied with your punishment.

Jake was the most perverted of them all.

One night when Jake was sleeping over in your home, you had caught him masturbating to your pink lace underwear in the laundry room.

He turns his head to meet your widened eyes, but that didn’t stop him from whatever he was doing.

Instead, he smiles. He continued to rub his dick down with his veiny hands, not breaking eye contact with you.

You couldn’t handle it and ran back to your room, heart bumping so loud, that’s all you could hear.

~

Now you were stuck here. In a big house, full of men, bunch of sickos.

Jungwon’s here, so they won’t be able to make a move on you, right?

Wrong.

Jungwon had already passed out from being too drunk.

You had no protection. You can’t leave either since you can’t drive and it was raining.

“You wanna play a game?” Heeseung speaks.

You look back at the boys, already had their gaze locked on you.

“What game..?” You mutter.

“Truth or dare.” Jake replies with a grin.

“Why don’t we play in another room? I’d rather not we disturb Jungwon.” Jay speaks.

You were about to protest, until sunghoon spoke, “Follow me.”

They all stood up. Before you could process everything, heeseung had already grab your wrist, bringing you along with the four.

“Tonight will be fun.”

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[slutzforbueckers]

omg ur paige fic today was so good, specifically the first few paragraphs like the doe eyes and her being needy i love cutesy shit like that. could you maybe do a fluff blurb (friends to lovers) of y/n and paige having a sleepover or smtg and y/n is studying and paige wants to cuddle and then it’s just like cute shit 🙏🏽 pleak

friends do this…right?

♡—pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

♡—warnings: nothing just fluff

♡—synopsis: sleepovers with paige have always been interesting, this one in particular happened to open a new chapter in your lives.

♡— a/n: thank all of you for all the condolences and being so patient!! ily all <333

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“are you done yet?” paige asked… for the millionth time since you sat down in your chair. you shook your head with a breathy laugh and flipped the page of your textbook, not even looking up. paige groaned and fell back onto the bed, spread out starfish style. “i’m tired.”

“then go to sleep.” you mumbled. paige let out a scoff, annoyed and offended, and that made you look up. her hair was messy from showering and air-drying, her cheeks pink and warm, and she’s giving you those impossibly wide, glassy eyes like you’ve just broken her heart by choosing homework over her.

“this is supposed to be a sleepover.” she sat up and crossed her arms, her bottom lip jutting out in a small pout. your eyes dropped down for a second, glancing at her lips, but you didn’t allow yourself to look longer than that.

you leaned back in your chair and rested your arms over your head, highlighter still twirling between your fingers. “this is a sleepover. you’re over at my house…sleeping in my bed. this is the definition of a sleepover.”

paige rolled her eyes and slid off the bed, her baggy sweats falling back down her legs when she straightened them out. you watched as she walked closer, your body already reacting to her even though all she did was take a few steps into your space. paige circled behind you and leaned down, draping her arms over your shoulders and resting her head in the crook of your neck.

“i want you to lay with me, please? at least until i fall asleep then you can come back to being a nerd.” her breath was warm against your skin as she spoke, it kind of tickled in a way that sent a tingle up your spine. “please?” paige’s voice had that sleepy whine to it and there was no way you could tell her no.

you sighed—mostly to put up a front, like you were fighting harder than you were—and tilted your head to the side, letting it rest against hers. “you gonna fall asleep fast?”

paige hummed and nodded her head, her nose brushing your jaw. she pressed a quick kiss to the side of your neck before pulling back and tugging you out of the chair. you tried to hide your smile as she dragged you to the bed and climbed in, pulling the blankets back to make room for you.

you crawled in beside her, barely settled when she hooked an arm around your waist and buried her face in your shoulder. her voice came out muffled. “see? this is so much better than homework.”

“you’re just clingy.” you rolled your eyes, your fingers starting to trace featherlight lines up and down her arm. it got quiet after that—the kind of quiet that made you wonder if the other person was asleep, but you could feel they weren’t. paige held you tighter, as if you would slip away too soon.

you shifted slightly, your hand now resting against the small of her back. paige’s lashes fluttered at the hand placement and she shifted as well, her leg now draped over yours as she pressed herself closer. your thumb rubbed slow circles against her back, right where her sweatshirt had bunched up, and her skin was warm underneath.

her hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt, just to rest at your waist, fingers splayed, not doing anything but being there. in a way it felt intentional. and then she was looking up at you with those same wide, blue eyes that made you give her everything she asked from you.

you were the one to break the silence—with a small breath at first but then you had to ask: “this is normal, right? i mean like— friends do this…right?”

“we do this.” her voice was quiet and unsure—like she was scared to say the wrong thing. your fingers pressed into her skin slightly, a movement you weren’t entirely aware of. honestly, you weren’t really aware of anything past that point. the next thing you really registered was when paige shifted and her lips brushed yours.

it was tentative at first, slow and barely there. her breath mingled with yours for a while, her forehead pressed against yours. both of your eyes had been closed, something inside of you scared that if you’d open your eyes the moment would disappear and prove it wasn’t real.

but then you felt it—real, sure, everything you imagined and more. paige shifted again, moving so she was in your lap. your hands found her hips and you lightly squeezed, pulling her closer. your lips moved together like fitting the perfect puzzle piece, like you’d been doing it for years.

paige pulled back, her cheeks flushed and lips kiss swollen. you finally opened your eyes and for the first time you thought she was actually nervous. her eyes met yours and you smiled, your chest tightening at the look in her eyes.

“friends do not do this.” you laughed, trying to deflect from how hard your heart was beating in your chest.

“we do this.” paige smiled, dropping her head down onto your shoulder. you ran your hand up her back, tilting your head to lightly bump hers.

“yeah, we do.”

[babydoll372]

Lay Low

Pairings: milf!wanda x southern milf!reader x natasha romanoff

warnings: intersex wanda and natasha(they have penises), anal, top!reader, oral (r receiving), bondage, cuckolding, mommy kink (R), slight size comparison kink, masturbation, worries of cheating, praise kink, degrading, p in v, guided masturbation, slight mentions of r having a thicker body

Word count: 3468

You hummed the sweet melody of a loud, classical song playing in the background as you took the pan of cookies out of the oven. Your twin sons, Tommy and Billy, rushed into the kitchen to try and grab them, only to regret it as they expressed their pain verbally by biting into the hot chocolate-filled treat. Before you could say anything to them, you heard the front door click open and lifted your head quickly with a wide grin, the three of you quickly heading to greet your wife after her two week mission.

Wanda groaned at the impact of her sons, but smiled nonetheless, leaning back up to kiss you on the lips.

“Mm, I missed you so much, baby..” she muttered against your lips, only breaking apart to kneel down and kiss Tommy’s forehead and then Billy’s, claiming they grew so much in the time she was away, even though they looked relatively the same. As they rambled on, filling her in on how one of them lost a tooth, they both had a sleepover for the first time, how one of them sprained his ankle while climbing the tree, and furthermore; but you were now distracted by the redhead walking through the door holding a large duffle bag, looking slightly out of place and disheveled. Wanda glanced up at you apologetically, as if to say we’ll talk about this later, and you put on a smile to greet the woman.

“Uh, hello there, dear! The names Y/N, are ya Wanda’s friend?” You spoke with an extended hand that she shook, her grin slightly growing at your thick southern accent. She glanced you up and down once to not make it obvious, but nodded at your question.

“Yes, ma’am. I am an Avenger just like your wife, she informed me that we could lay low here while we are-“

“On a mission, I already told her. Not the details, of course, but she knows I’m on one.” Wanda interjected before Nat could tell a lie like she was trained to do. Natasha nodded and watched as you easily directed the kids into the kitchen where the cookies must have cooled.

“So, Natasha, tell me a bit about yourself.” Wanda took her duffle bag and set it in the guest bedroom before heading back downstairs where Tommy and Billy were calling out for her, begging her to play outside with them.

“Well, uh..I’m single, I have no kids, and I just work day and night for a living.” You chuckled and she grinned, happy to make you laugh like that.

“Do you not want any babies of your own, darlin’?” You leaned on the countertop with one hand and furrowed your brows as you asked, and Natasha shrugged.

“I haven’t really thought much of it. I mean, sure, when I was a kid I wanted a bunch! But I was a kid, now I have responsibilities.” She glanced downward at your hand going on top of hers as you frowned.

“Honey, that ain’t no life to live! I’m tellin’ you, you gotta put some more thought into what you really want, because when you start wrinkling and gettin’ grey hair, there ain’t no turning back.” She hummed thoughtfully, and was quickly handed a cookie along with a glass of milk as she sighed in relief at the sight of slightly real food for the first time in two weeks. “I made me and the boys some pasta and meatballs, does that sound like somethin’ you’d want, sweetheart?” Natasha nodded quickly with a biteful of the cookie in her mouth. You sent her off to shower while you warmed up the meal, along with Wanda while the boys finished up their homework as they waited for their turn in the bathrooms to get ready for their bedtime. I could hear my name shyly spoken from the top of the steps and went up there to see Natasha hiding behind the bathroom door in a towel, peeking out to see me.

“Hey, uhm..I know you’re already giving me everything I could ask for but do you think I could bother you for some clothes for the night?”

“Well, of course, darlin’. The clothes in your duffle bag ain’t clean?” She shook her head no and you made a mental note to put them in the washer right after handing her some of Wanda’s old pajamas. When the two came downstairs to eat, the boys rushed to the bathrooms as if their spots could be taken, and it was the three of you in the dining room left. Natasha came down in some shorts and a flannel. Wanda came down in her boxers and a wife beater tank top, kissing your cheek as a thank you for the dinner.

You eventually wandered into the kitchen to get ahead on dishes when the two came in with their now empty bowls, thanking you again for the meal and telling you how delicious it was. Wanda put her hand on your hand as she stood behind you and placed the bowl in the sink, this time kissing your neck once as you smiled at the ticklish feeling. She went into the fridge to grab a small glass of milk to go along with the cookies you made earlier and while she was distracted, Natasha went up behind you as well, her hand on your back as you felt her front brush up against you, making your head shoot it as your eyes widened.

“It was absolutely delicious, ma’am..” She uttered before placing it in the sink as well as you tried to go back and feel the ever so pressure of her crotch against yours in your mind. You glanced over to your wife, seeing her putting the milk back in its place with no knowledge of what her partner just did. Maybe you were overreacting, maybe it was innocent..?

That night you lied next to Wanda as she slowly got on top of you while peppering kisses along your neck, teasing the straps of your shirt down until your breasts peaked out. She wrapped her lips around your nipples, giving both of them the attention they deserved as your fingers weeded through her hair gently. Two delicate fingers threaded over your shorts, softly running up and down to create a smooth friction.

“Does that feel good, Mommy?” She mumbled out, quickly going back to her desperation against your nipples. You hummed in approval, your mind not fully there as you tried to focus on the feeling she was giving you. Your wife was truly amazing at what pleasure she brought to the table, but currently your mind was slightly preoccupied. You had to be overreacting, there was no way such a sweet woman like Natasha would try and rub onto you in front of your own wife-

“Y/N? Baby? Are you feeling alright, do you want me to stop?” She paused, looking up at you with furrowed brows as the movements of her fingers stopped. You instantly glanced up at her, shaking your head no as you cupped her cheek, to which she leaned into it.

“Don’t you worry about me, baby..Mommy’s just a little sleepy. You wanna make up for all that missed time, now don’t you?” She quickly nodded, removing your shorts and lowering her head to your abdomen before reaching your inner thighs. She gave a few pecks to them before receiving a warning from you to not tease, and she quickly latched onto your clit, sucking the bud softly before pulling back to give small feather-like licks, trying to collect your sweet juices and wetten the area.

“Wanda, honey, if you don’t start doin’ something soon, Mommy’s gonna have to get herself off while you watch-“

“No! No, I- I can do it.” She didn’t say much more as her face fell between your legs, her tongue working against your sensitive bud as she worked off of your hungry moans. She whimpered into your skin as she humped the bed beneath her ever so slightly, one hand ready to move into her boxers until she heard your voice through your beautiful cries.

“Don’t you dare touch that fucking cock, you’re gonna use them fingers on me, baby.” She quickly obeyed, two fingers trailing across your hole for access until she slowly pressed, and they were lost in an abyss as your moans grew louder, your hand coming over your mouth to muffle yourself. It only took a few more moments before your legs were shaking and your breaking point was reached, juices being lapped up quickly as Wanda greedily sucked you dry. Slowly, her head came up, and you giggled as her lips were coated in a slick juice and her breath was labored, but her smile was evident under the dim lamp on your bedside table.

“Don’t you look like a pretty little girl..” Wanda blushed and glanced down, her hand falling to her painfully hard penis behind her boxers. There was a slight wet stain and you guessed it was her pre cum, she always seemed to release a lot out of pure excitement.

“Mommy..I-“

“Shh, sweetheart..what you’re gonna do is take that tiny little cock out of your boxers..and since Mommy is just so tired, I’m sure you don’t mind doin’ all the work for her, right? Right, Good girl.” Wanda bit her lip in concentration as she lined her length up with your entrance, only to feel a hand on her chest stopping her as she quickly looked up at you in confusion. “You silly girl, who told you that you was going inside of me tonight?” Her eyes widened slightly as you turned around to sleep on your stomach, your voluptuous behind right in front of her. And for almost an hour she rutted against your soft skin, her cum planting on you twice as she quickly wiped it away with a wet and dry towel, hoping not to wake you up. It didn’t take long of her constant movement before you fell asleep, but the exact thrusts reminded you of the kitchen, where you felt her friend's length pressing up against your ass, and you could almost imagine her doing the same thing. But you always quickly shut the idea down, feeling horrible at the thought of mentally betraying your wife in such a way, especially with her friend and in her own home.

The next week was spent with you reliving a similar memory, and more awaking. Like when Natasha was on the verge of pissing herself when she woke up and both bathrooms were in use. One had your son in it and one had you in it, so respectfully it felt more right to either piss her pants or politely ask to quickly use the bathroom you were showering in. And so she did, and while you drowned out the noise, she focused on the slight crevice between the wall of the shower and the shower curtain where she could see physical movement, and she swore she caught a glimpse of your bare, soapy breasts.

Another time was when the boys pleaded to watch a movie and you agreed, everyone sitting on the couch to watch the comedy movie they recommended. Natasha was next to you and so was Wanda, both boys closer to the end of the couch. Oftentimes you’d have to get up to either use the restroom, get more popcorn, get something for the boys, or any other reason Natasha couldn’t remember because she was too focused on the quick peek of your lavender laced underwear that she’d get. For most of the movie she’d have to keep her hand over her bulge to hide it, and she swore one time your hand gracefully brushed over it under the blanket.

Eventually, by the sixth night, you were in the bathroom after finishing brushing your teeth, staring at yourself in the mirror in shame. You had a wife, a family, what was wrong with you? Why were you getting so wrapped up mentally in a deeply thrilled desire? Why was it even a desire? Wanda came into the bathroom as well, smiling at you worriedly through the mirror as she placed her hands on your hips and kissed your bare shoulder softly.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” You opened your mouth to speak before pausing, looking down in shame.

“I don’t think I can let your friend stay here no more, baby..I’m sorry.” She furrowed her brows and gently turned you around in her hold, lifting your chin so you were looking at her this time.

“Did something happen? You know you can tell me anything, right? We don’t keep secrets, that’s in our vows-“

“I find her attractive.” You blurted out, making her body stiffen as you realized the implications of what you just did. “I’m so sorry, darlin’..I-it’s not you, I swear! She- I don’t know what’s goin’ on with me, but all week I’ve been thinkin’ nasty and vile thoughts no married woman should be havin’..I’m so sorry, Wanda..” You waited for any words, but there was a long pause of silence, before Wanda slowly brought you into a hug, sighing into it.

“I wish I could say I blame you, sweetheart, but I don’t.” You pulled back at her statement, confusion riddled across your face.

“You- can’t blame me? Have you been..havin’ similar thoughts?”

“Well, I don’t know what thoughts you’re having, but I can’t lie and say I haven’t thought about her in ways I think you’re describing. She’s a strong, attractive woman who I worked with for two weeks alone, and while nothing happened between us, obviously I started to find her attractive in that time.” You slowly started to let out a small chuckle at the odds of the situation, putting a hand over your chest as you thanked all Gods she wasn’t mad, and that she in fact agreed with you.

“So tell me about these thoughts then, I want to hear all about ‘em.” You led her back to the bed as she sat down, feeling her cock slowly harden as you sat down on her lap and waited for her to speak.

“Well, uh..I- I’ve thought about us three together, not just me and her. I-…god, this is embarrassing-“

“No, no, baby, Mommy ain’t gonna judge you..I swear this turns me on a lot more than you think.” She gulped nervously and nodded, looking down at her lap instead of your face as you let her this time.

“I..think about, uhm…you…tying me to a chair a-and making me watch..”

“Watch what, darlin’?”

“…Watch you have sex with her. Like…using a strap on and fucking her from behind. And, like, jerking her off while you degrade me..I- I don’t know, it was just a thought I had one time, I guess.”

“Yeah? You want Mommy to make you cum just from watchin’ me fuck your friend? You dirty little girl..how many times you done jerked off to the idea already?” She whimpered at your condescending tone and your hips guttering against her crotch, making her lips shudder before she spoke.

“T-three times, Mommy- but I never came without your permission!” You hummed in approval and stroked her cheek, making her lean into it before you grabbed her phone from the bedside table and handed it to her.

“Call your little friend an’ bring that chair over for me.” She quickly and eagerly moved you aside, kissing you softly before pulling over the desk chair you had in your shared bedroom while calling Natasha, who was quick to come to your room and lock the door behind her. She was quite shy intruding on you and your wife’s sex life, even with an invite, especially when walking in on you gently tying Wanda’s hand and arms to the chair and kissing her softly in reassurance.

You looked over to Nat, smirking at her awkward stance as she then straightened up, taking a step forward as you started prancing towards her. You placed your hands on her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her lips, making her glance at Wanda, only to have your hand cup her cheek and align her back with you.

“Don’t you be lookin’ anywhere but where I tell you to, alright?” She nodded and the two of you fell into a rhythm, which led to the removal of clothing and eventually she was on the bed in front of your wife, and you were harnessing a strap on around your hips, placing globs of lube on both the strap and her tight hole.

“Now imma need you to tell me if you is hurting or need me to stop, okay? I may be rough but I ain’t out to torture you.” Natasha agreed and slightly angled herself closer, feeling her rock hard cock dripping pre cum, begging to feel the penetration.

“Oh, you is a desperate one, aren’t you? Dirty little girl, Mommy can’t wait to fuck this sweet ass-“ She jumped as you smacked one of her cheeks, and she gasped quietly as she felt the tip prodding at her hole. She was brought back to where she was when she heard Wanda’s whimper and saw her pulsing length as her hips slightly thrusted into the air, as if she was riding into nothing.

“May I touch myself, M-Mommy?” Natasha spoke the title with anxiety, the feeling of it coming off her tongue somehow soothing. You barely ever let Wanda jerk herself off, but your plan was to degrade her and bring Nat up momentarily in order to fill your shared sick satisfaction.

“Give me a little longer, darlin’, we barely even in yet.” You teasingly giggled, slowly reaching the halfway mark as her groans filled the room. She made eye contact with Wanda as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her mouth slanging open. Your hands fell to her abdomen and gently guided her upward so you were both lying on your knees. In doing this, the purple strap found itself even deeper, until you were bottomed out inside of her. When she was ready, your hips gently thrusted back and forth as her head leaned back into your shoulder, and you kissed along her neck. You grabbed Natasha’s hand and guided it to her penis, slowly moving her fingers up and down as she moaned quietly.

“Mm, such a big cock..look at that, Wanda, I can barely wrap my hand around it!” Wanda shuddered in slight shame as Natasha’s hips juttered into your hips repeatedly, her pace quickening. Wanda could practically feel your thick strap in her, she was jealous, and it only turned her on more. Natasha’s thighs shook as you guided her into an orgasm, she shakily came down muttering your title and holding onto your arm around her tightly. She had a tear rolling down her cheek, something nobody has ever seen from her.

“Mommy? Can you untie me now? I- I’ve been really good, I-“

“Shh, honey, I didn’t tell you to speak, now did I?”

“But I-“

“Natasha, do you want me to untie Wanda?” Natasha gulped nervously, looking between you two as she fought between what she wanted and what Wanda wanted.

“I-…I want you to focus on me a little more, Mommy..please.” You smirked and nodded, lying down as you opened your legs enough to wrap around Natasha’s waist and pull her in. She grinned to herself and lined up with your hole, her fingers collecting your slick as a lubricant to softly spread around before finding your clit to softly tease. You held onto her shoulder as she thrusted into you slowly, originally planning to ease you into her size until she felt your foot on her bottom pushing her closer and she took the hint to quicken her pace.

As Natasha found her rhythm, Wanda was moaning to herself, desperate to cum already. Her cock had been aching this entire time, and all she could think about was your soft, southern voice telling her to cum. And only after Natasha finished on your stomach did her ties come undone with soft kisses being peppered onto her wrists and ankles, and her friend sat on the bed, awkwardly grabbing her clothes to put back on until you looked at her in confusion.

“What do you think you’re doin’? Oh, no, you ain’t leaving yet,” You came over to her pulling her over to where your wife was and forcing Nat to her knees in front of the other’s aching, desperate penis. “You better clean up the mess you done made, sweetheart.”

[twice-my-age-simp]

A HICKEY WHERE?!

WandaMaximoffxFem!reader

Warnings: High School AU, fluff, smut, kissing, marking, angry Sokovian that wants to kill you, oral sex, bottom!wanda , top!reader, mention of using strap-on, I think that's it

Summary: Wanda's late to school after an eventful night and morning in your house while your parents are away. When Wanda was changing, her friends noticed something very interesting in a very interesting place.

Notes: Sorry for any mistakes. English is not my first language, and I don't know the US school system. Also, gif's not mine so big credits to the author.

Word count: 2.2k

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Wanda was a little late.

Okay, she was super late.

She missed two first periods, but she made it in time for the PE lesson. She ran into the locker room, finding her friends from class.

"Well, who has finally decided to come to school?"

Was the first comment when she entered the room. Natasha, Wanda's best friend, was standing with her arms crossed and a smug look on her face.

You see, they have known each other since kindergarten. They are basically sisters. Nat knows when her best friend is trying to hide something; she knows her better than Wanda herself. So it isn't surprising that when Wanda didn't show up for the first two periods, she instantly knew that it had to have something to do with her girlfriend.

And the comment resulted in a bunch of questions from her other classmates. Everyone was now curious, especially when Wanda normally isn't late. To anything.

"So, why are you late?" asked Carol as everything slightly calmed down.

"I was at Y/N's..." Wanda responded in a whisper, so the girls could barely hear.

That was it. Once again, the girls started commenting on one another. They were excited, to say the least. They wanted to know everything. Of course, they knew that Wanda was in a relationship, but she didn't talk much about it to them. She preferred to keep her love life to herself. Well, maybe Nat was an exception, especially at the beginning of Wanda's relationship. After hours of listening to her best friend rumble about her girlfriend, she teased her, saying that she was a simp.

"Can you stop? It was just a sleepover." said Wanda with a little blush on her cheeks after teasing she got from her friends.

"So that's why you are late? How much sleeping was really on this 'sleepover'?" teased Carol, looking for a reaction from her friend.

"It was just a sleepover, nothing more." answered Wanda, annoyed. She was already late to school, and she hates being late, but on top of that, she has to face the teasing from her friends. "We just lost track of time watching TV." she added. It was, of course, a lie, but she didn't want to say what truly happened yesterday.

"Okay, okay. If you say so.." it was Nat this time. Wanda just glared at her and went to change into her PE clothes.

For a moment, the teasing stopped, and everyone went to continue changing. However, when Wanda took off her jeans with the intention of putting on some shorts, Carol noticed something in a very interesting place.

"Wanda, is that a hickey-" Carol started, but was cut off by Wanda. "Yes, we might have made out. It isn't a big deal; couples do this all the time. Can we drop this topic?" She said, very tired of this.

Nat then looked Wanda's way and also noticed a not-day-to-day thing. Of course, she couldn't let this go and also had to add her two cents.

"No, of course, couples can make out. It's just... it isn't a common thing that they leave a hickey on your ass." She said, smirking while also trying to hold back her laugh.

Wanda immediately stopped what she was doing. "A HICKEY WHERE?!" she shouted. She couldn't believe you did that. Out of all the places you could do it, you chose her ass.

*Flashback this morning*

You were lying in your bed, Wanda next to you, still asleep. How can someone look so beautiful while sleeping? You looked over her features. Her gorgeous freckles, cute nose, kissable lips, little wrinkles on her forehead, her sweet, smooth skin you adored to nip, kiss, and bite on. She was lying on her side, facing you, wrapped in sheets with her arm outside. You could also see her bare collarbone. Both of you are still very naked from your last-night activities.

You can't help but wonder how lucky you are to have her in your life. She's sweet, kind, smart, beautiful, just perfect.

You bring your hand to her face to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Then you shift to caress her cheek lightly, not to wake her. You move slightly closer to her and plant a little kiss on her forehead, then cheek, other cheek, her nose, and finally, her lips.

When you lean back, her eyes flutter open. Only for a moment, because the light from the sun makes her close her green orbs. So, instead, she smiles a little and stretches her limbs with a soft groan.

"Good morning." she said, her voice filled with an accent. She slightly opens her eyes to look into yours. "Were you watching me sleep?"

"Good morning, sweetheart." you said back. You smirk at her question. "I wasn't watching you; I was..." you try to find words.

"You were what?" she asks amusedly, breaking eye contact. "It's clear. You were watching me sleep."

"No, I wasn't. I was just.. making sure you are still.. breathing.." you answered a little unsure. It was a lame excuse, but it was still an excuse.

"Oh, really?" she said with a smile. She loved your little talks in bed, whether it was while falling asleep or waking up together. It was your special bubble that nothing could beat.

"Really." you said, sticking to your mind. You think that if you talk long enough, she will believe it. Well, you knew that wasn't true, but who could blame you for having hope? "I care about you a lot. It's not weird that I want you to breathe all the time. It would be a pity if you had stopped breathing because who would give me their homework?"

Wanda laughed and hit your arm. "You're an ass."

"Maybe I am, but you love me." You said smiling and leaning to peck her lips. You pulled back a little, but you were still close enough that your noses were almost touching.

"That I do." Wanda said, stealing another kiss. What started as a little peck quickly turned into a long and passionate kiss, then hungry kisses and a full make-out while still lying next to each other sideways.

When your lungs were screaming for air, you moved your kisses to her cheek, then her jaw, and finally her neck, where you began to suck and nip on her skin.

Wanda moaned quietly. "Fuck, don't leave any marks." how you loved her sounds, you could never get tired. If you had closed your eyes, you could still hear her screaming your name when you were buring your strap inside her last night.

You moved your hand under the sheets, down towards her ass. You bit her neck, immediately smoothing it with your tongue while giving her a little squeeze on her butt. You hear her let out a loud moan, one hand flying to grip your hair, the other scratching your back.

You moved your bodies, so Wanda is lying on her back now. You started to kiss her collarbone, your hands caressed her whole body.

"What time is it?" Wanda asks breathlessly, hoping there is still some time before you both have to leave for school.

Stopping, you lean on your nightstand and pick up your phone. "It's four past nine." you said without a care.

At that, Wanda jumped out of bed and quickly started to look for her clothes, which should be lying somewhere on the floor. "Shit, we're late. Our first class started twenty minutes ago!" Wanda put on her bra and panties hastily, almost losing her balance.

Everyone knew that Wanda was a smart girl. On top of her classes, always gave her assignments on time, wanted to get into a good college and a real role model. So it's no surprise that, for her, being late for school was the end of the world. After you and Wanda got together, you helped her get loose, but that doesn't mean she dropped her grades. She was still her nerdy self, but you made her realize that sometimes it's good to give herself a break and have fun without caring about her responsibilities.

You slowly got out of bed and walked to your girlfriend, hugging her from behind and stopping her moves. "Honey, it's okay. We're late, but it's nothing bad. I know it's important to you, but in order to have a successful and full-of-learning day, you have to relax, get ready without hurting yourself, and eat breakfast." you said with a calming voice, kissing her shoulder sweetly.

"I know, but I really don't like being late. It makes me look like I don't care." Wanda signed, slowly relaxing in your arms. She closed her eyes, laid her head on your shoulder and took a deep breath.

"Teachers love you. I am positive that they will not think such." you said, leaving another kiss on her skin. "Now, let me help you relax and we will be in school in no time." you added, slowly moving your kisses down. You made a path from her shoulder to the other one, then down her back, getting on your knees behind her.

Wanda signed and kept her eyes closed, letting herself loose in the moment. You slid her panties down, which she then kicked aside. She feels your hands on her thighs that slide up to squeeze her butt and your kiss that soon turns into sucking.

After some time, you asked her to turn around so she was in front of you. You run your hands up and down her thighs, looking up into her green orbs. Clearly, Wanda was struggling to keep her eyes open when you kissed pussy. And clearly, she failed to do this when you licked a long stripe between her folds right to her clit, sucking a bit. That made Wanda moan and grip your hair, pulling you closer to her now-wet pussy. "Please, Y/N." she moaned, her grip tightening when she felt your tongue teasing her entrance. "Please, I want to.. I need to.." she kept pleading.

"You need what, my love?" you pulled back from her, smirking at her and groping her ass once again. "Tell me, what do you need?" you asked, staring at her.

"Please, I need to cum. I want your tongue, deep, deep inside me." she pleaded, trying to pull your head back to her pussy.

That was all you needed. You dove right in, pushing your tongue past her folds into her. Wanda threw her head back, moaning loudly.

It's good that your parents went on vacation and you were home alone. Otherwise, they would definitely hear your girlfriend.

You grabbed Wanda's left leg and threw it over your shoulder to get better access. Wanda could feel your tongue go deeper and deeper every second. She started grinding on your face, screaming your name repeatedly and moaning on top of her lungs that you think she's going to lose her voice.

What you did next was definitely not helping, as Wanda screamed even louder after you moved your hand to her pussy and started to circle her clit with your thumb. She could feel the unpleasant feeling in her stomach while you felt her clenching around your tongue.

"I'm gonna cum." she uttered between moans. That made you move your tongue faster, hitting her in all the right places. "Cum for me, Wanda." It was all Wanda needed. She tightened her grip on your hair and came with a silent scream leaving her body.

You work her through her orgasm. She was grinding on your face sloppily. After some time, she pushed your face away because of her oversensitivity. You got up and pecked her lips while holding her by her waist in case she didn't have the strength to stand. "Now that you are relaxed, it's time for a quick shower." you said, smiling at her.

"I can't feel my legs." she said with a lazy smile, wrapping her arms around your neck.

You chuckled at that and picked her up bridal style in order to get into the shower.

*End of the flashback*

Wanda quickly put on her PE pants while listening to her friends tease her. A really red and visible blush formed on her cheeks. Nobody knew if it was embarrassment or because she was so angry.

All they knew was that Wanda, after the lesson, hastily changed into her normal clothes and rushed out of the locker room without saying a word.

While they didn't know what she was going to do, surely you knew. Especially after you heard Wanda shouting your name angrily behind you. Especially after you saw her rushing towards you. So you, like the smart girlfriend you are, started to run for your life from the angry Sokovian. You, of course, knew about the mark you made, and you knew that she had PE lesson. It was obvious that someone was going to point it out.

You are sure that Wanda will be angry with you for a while, but she will forgive you eventually. For now, you have to run, praying that she will be too tired to do something to you by the time she catches you.

[mattsundaes]

hear me out: Hoshina and Leno fighting over who gets to be where in an eiffel tower 🥺🤤

(wow this got out of hand. i apologize in advance for...what's below the cut.)

soshiro hoshina x f!reader x reno ichikawa + bonus implied!gen narumi

c: 18+ only, smut, threesome, eiffel tower, oral sex, unprotected p in v, degradation, back to back creampies

SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — THREESOME EDITION!

“No.”

“Come on.”

“Nope.”

“Seriously?”

It’s amusing—watching your boyfriend and your friend bicker, like the source of the argument isn’t who gets fuck which of your holes. The latter, Ichikawa, is uncharacteristically ruffled, chest heaving a little in frustration as he crosses his arms over his chest, doing his best to look serious despite the hard-on tented at the front of his sweats.

Admittedly, Soshiro really could work on being a little less selfish, given that the situation the three of you now find yourselves in is entirely his fault.

It’s been months since Soshiro began teasing you about Ichikawa’s blatantly obvious crush on you, something that, surprisingly, seemed to intrigue rather than annoy him—enough for him to cajole you into admitting you were attracted to your fellow officer, too. 

“He looks like he’d be sweeter than you in bed,” you’d teased once, to which Soshiro rolled his eyes, gently flicking your nose as he replied—

“‘Cause you probably wouldn’t act like a damn brat for him.”

But it’s only been a week since most of the base was out at a lively nightclub for a rare evening to let loose, a week since Soshiro sat beside you with a smirk as a drunken dare between your group somehow found you straddling Ichikawa’s lap.

At Soshiro’s own insistence, the rough scrape of his slightly drunk tone too much too ignore, you jokingly gave Ichikawa a lap dance.

A lap dance that grew much more serious when Soshiro huffed, grasping Ichikawa’s hovering hands and plastering them to your hips.

A situation that got wildly out of hand when your boyfriend, who was sitting beside the two of you, head leaning against the back of the couch with a lazy smile and heavily-lidded eyes, rasped—”Kiss her.”

You hadn’t been expecting it, the way Ichikawa’s hand splayed against the back of your head, the burning intensity of his gaze before he leaned in and kissed you hard enough to have you gasping for air. 

And Soshiro had fucking been the one to coyly invite Ichikawa to join whatever the hell this is.

“—sounds pretty ungrateful to me, her mouth feels fuckin’ fantastic, too,” Soshiro shrugs, his tone almost condescending. 

“I’m not ungrateful, Vice-Captain Hoshina! She just said—” Ichikawa sighs in frustration, glancing to you for assistance.

Admittedly, your sloppy, drunk makeout session had also involved more than a little dry humping, the outline of Ichikawa’s erection like a beacon of fucking depravity against your bunched up skirt and cotton panties. Soshiro had used a finger against your chin to turn your attention back to him, his lips pressing into yours while Ichikawa tried and failed not to moan under the rocking of your hips, and both of them had heard you whine a bit petulantly, “I wanna fuck him.”

Clearly, Ichikawa hadn’t forgotten that comment.

Too goddamn turned on at this point to let this standoff continue, your voice is soft and sweet as you turn to Soshiro and pull out your trump card, “Remember that time you said you wanted to know what it would feel like to fuck another man’s cum into my…oh…what did you call it…”

You pause, for emphasis, doe-eyed and innocent as you place a finger on your chin. “Oh, right. My slutty, fucked out pussy.”

Ichikawa fucking chokes.

Soshiro grumbles as he glances up at the ceiling, unable to deny the sheer level of depravity that leaves his mouth when you goad him into the derogatory dialogue that gets you off like nothing else.

“Ya better make the most of this, Ichikawa. Even Narumi didn’t get to do this.”

Ichikawa looks torn between asking if you seriously had a threesome with the Captain of the First Division or if you’re seriously going to let him come inside of you.

Instead, he positions himself behind you on the bed, his breath audibly hitching in his throat when he runs his hands over the globes of your ass, likely marveling at the slick arousal drooling from your pussy, sliding down the inside of your thighs and dripping onto the comforter. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs under his breath, reaching out to drag a finger through your creamy folds, and you whine at the sparks of pleasure that ignite in your abdomen beneath the tease of his touch. “She’s so wet.”

Soshiro kneels in front of you, cradling your face as his hard cock bounces against the outside of your cheek. “She gets real soaked when she gets to act like a slut.”

Ichikawa inhales sharply, not used to Soshiro’s harsh words.

“Do you like it when he…” he trails off, hands feathering over your hips.

You nod.

Clicking his tongue against his teeth, Ichikawa uses his thumb to rub a circle over your fluttering entrance, silent for a moment as he mulls over the words dancing on the tip of his tongue. His voice is quiet, a little rough and strange as he murmurs, “You like being our slut?”

Oh.

Something inside of you cracks open at that—the uncertainty of these filthy words leaving Ichikawa’s soft mouth, the undeniable pitch of arousal in his tone despite it all. 

You moan.

Ichikawa groans, watching the way his finger disappears inside of your cunt as you rock back into him, spearing yourself on the stretch of the digit. 

Soshiro chuckles, “There ya go.”

Whatever the promise of dry humping Ichikawa’s shaft held, it’s nothing compared to the feeling of being split open on his cock, your entire body going pliant as he surprises you further by fully taking control, groaning repeatedly about how good you feel as he begins to repeatedly snap his hips into the shaking swell of your ass. 

And as you take Soshiro’s cock into your mouth, reveling in the familiar taste of his precum smearing across your lips before you swirl your tongue around his thick length, it’s all you can do not to collapse forward when he strokes your face and says, “Should I tell Ichikawa how much you love bein’ a whore?”

You moan around his shaft, fingers cradling his balls as Ichikawa digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass, and he takes that as your blessing to continue.

“Do ya think he’d believe me if I told him how you fit mine and Narumi’s cocks into your mouth at the same time? 

Ichikawa’s next thrust is sloppy and rough, his balls slapping against your ass. The pleasure simmering in your gut flares white-hot. 

You know Soshiro’s eating this the fuck up—this opportunity to push every button that he knows will turn you into a sobbing, cock drunk mess in front of the other man.

“Bet you want all three of us, don’t you? My dick in your ass, Officer Ichikawa in your cunt, and Captain Narumi stuffed between those pretty lips.”

It’s impossible to hold back the groan that comes tumbling from your throat, and you nearly choke on Soshiro’s shaft in the process, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the pleasure inside of you rapidly begins to approach its boiling point.

“Holy shit,” Ichikawa exhales, continuing to split open your greedy cunt on his cock, sliding freely in and out of the grip of your tight walls thanks to arousal that continues to gush out of you. 

You come—hard.

Your orgasm is a trembling, euphoric tidal wave of pleasure, one that leaves you boneless and shaking in its wake as Ichikawa fucks you through it.

“Where—” Ichikawa gasps, on the verge of his own climax.

“Tell Ichikawa what you are,” Soshiro says calmly, pulling his dick out of your mouth.

Well—

“A cum slut,” you breathe out.

Ichikawa groans, fingers tightly gripping your hips.

“And what does that mean?” Soshiro asks, like he's talking about the goddamn weather.

You bite your lip, equal parts embarassed by how much saying this turns you on and intrigued by what it's doing to Ichikawa, “I wanna feel his cum in my slutty hole.”

“Jesus fucking chri—” Ichikawa chokes out roughly, cut off by his own orgasm, hips stuttering as he pumps rope after rope of thick, hot cum inside of you. 

You inhale sharply at the feeling of him filling you, your cunt clenching around the stretch of his pulsing cock, milking every last drop from him. When he eventually pulls out, Soshiro tugs you forward into his lap, Ichikawa’s cum thickly dripping all over him as he eases you down onto his length in one stroke.

“Thought you’d wanna to see,” he murmurs as he catches you staring down at the messy, wet space between your bodies, cum spilling everywhere.

A fresh wave of arousal shudders in your gut, and Soshiro shifts, laying you down on your back as he climbs on top of you. And it’s the filthy, wet sound of him fucking Ichikawa’s cum back inside of you, paired with Ichikawa’s stunned groans as he watches from beside you, that hurls you over the edge of one last trembling orgasm. 

Once Soshiro spills inside of you, your tight channel can do nothing but overflow with the hot, sloshing cum that pours from your sensitive slit. 

Slinging an arm over your face, you let out an unsteady breath as you unceremoniously announce several minutes later, “Someone’s gotta clean this up.”

And you can hear the stupid fucking grin on Soshiro’s face as says, “Ichikawa, are you any good with your tongue?”

spicy sleepover masterlist

[splitfictionthings]

Zoe and Mio Living Together Headcanons

- First, just for context for the rest of these headcanons, I will say they definitely did not get together immediately after the machine

- Girliepops speedran 6 months of emotional bonding they need some time to BREATHE

- That being said both of them are immediate fixtures in each others lives after that because neither of them really have anyone else

- Mio has her dad but he's in hospital and Zoe's family are in England so they naturally just gravitate to each other

- I headcanon Zoe moved to America not long before the whole Rader shebang to hope for better opportunities. I imagine that at the time of the Rader debacle she is living in a small apartment with 3 roommates who she doesn't know very well, and spends most of her time in her room alone. Mio, obviously having lived there for a while, has her own shitty 1 bed apartment, but it's hers and hers alone

- Anyway both of these girls are lonely and Zoe really wants to get out of the whole room share situation and Mio's like well I've not got a lot of space but you've been in my brain so we've definitely been closer

- So Mio manages to cram her desk into the living room and change the small office into a make shift bedroom and the girls are living together before the month is out

- Zoe sleeps on an air mattress for about two months and Mio feels bad about it and insists they swap beds every other day to avoid fucking up her back

- Zoe screams at the state of Mio's cupboards (girl is living on instant noodles and frozen pizza) and immediately goes to buy a bunch of stuff. They may be broke but Zoe can still make things like pasta and stir fries now they have two incomes. Mio will be eating a vegetable so help her god

- Neither of them can stick to a colour scheme. They keep finding cute decor and just buying it without thinking about the rest of the flat. When they get a house many years down the line the rooms have a loose theme but it's still mostly just chaos

- Mio has a nice squishy couch but prefers to lay on the floor. Similarly Zoe perches on the back of the couch like a heathen. The only time they sit normally on the couch is when their (limited unfortunately) friends come over

- Some of Rader's other victims asked to come over once to talk about what happened and both girls got so stressed that Mio locked herself in the bathroom for an hour panicking and Zoe stress-cleaned every room. Pretty on par for any visitors.

- Both had nightmares quite frequently after the Rader situation (duh). While they weren't quite bold enough to go crawling into each others beds they would still seek help. Every time Zoe insisted on having a 'sleepover' so they could be near each other.

- Speaking of sleepovers, Zoe once tried to have a proper 'girls night' with Mio. Unfortunately the face mask dropped on her lips and she licked it and proceeded to throw up. Kinda ruined the vibe.

- They still have 'girls night's though. Only Zoe's allowed to have a face mask though.

- Mio tries to get Zoe to watch horror films, then feels bad about Zoe hiding behind pillows for 30 mins and tries to change it. Zoe argues that she wants to see it through to the end. Both are too stubborn and then neither feel good at the end of it.

- They write on the same desk, whether it's their shared stories or separate stories. God forbid someone accidentally elbow the other because it'll end up in a pushing and shoving match with someone eventually getting wrestled under the other and bullied into submission.

- Zoe likes to tease Mio about being short by putting things up high. Mio is only a couple of centimetres shorter than Zoe but has shorter arms and consequently finds this extremely irritating. Zoe got her a step stool and Mio hid all her left socks for revenge.

- They have a wall calendar because neither of them can remember what they're meant to be doing. They then have alarms to remind them to put the stuff they need to do on the calendar because they forgot to do that as well.

- So. Many. Notebooks. Zoe refuses to do anything on a laptop and Mio's laptop is twenty years old and hanging on by spite alone. Entire bookshelves dedicated to notebooks.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  GIMME HALF

REQUEST : “hi!! I was wondering if you could maybe write an age gap (legal obv) with female!reader × dean winchester where the reader is like in her 20s and dean's in his 40s :) just some rough smut with choking and hair pulling and spitting (if you're comfortable with it) and dean being like super "hungry" for her, like he's waited a long time for it to happen. also lots of dirty talks cause i absolutely love them hahah :) anyways im in love with your writing and all your stories! thanks a lot! <3” — anonymous

PAIRING : dean winchester x professor!reader (f.)

CHARACTERS : miracle, sam winchester

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), angst, enemies to lovers, age gap, voyeurism, smut, oral sex, p in v, praise kink, choking, hair pulling, dacryphilia, rough sex, spitting

WORD COUNT : 8.4k

A/N : devil wears prada song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — chair sex and food play. I wrote this half-asleep while listening to ASMR, like… that’s how I write most of my stories, plus, they’re always written between 00.00-02.40. Doctor Who references, ‘cause I’m a nerd. I got carried away…. Cliffhanger bc I’m cruel.

There were countless pros and cons to having houses built so close together with windows facing the same direction. 

Pros: Accidentally seeing your hot neighbour walk around naked in the living room and kitchen. Accidentally catching your hot neighbour jerk off when they think that everyone’s asleep.

Yup, she’s seen all of that and more. All from that nameless, freckled, green-eyed man next door. 

Even wholesome things, like him playing with his cute dog, babying the little rascal and spoiling it. Him cooking and baking, being wholeheartedly content with feeding it to the tall, Hazel-eyed puppy dog of a man, the tall man’s gorgeous deaf wife, and his tiny adorable son; the blue-eyed, dreamy dude in a trench coat; and that endearing young boy with blue eyes who looked like a combination of all three of the men. 

There were times where she’d seen the green-eyed man dressed as a cowboy and even a princess to entertain the little baby boy—his nephew. For sleepovers with him, he’d read him bedtime stories while being completely animated. He’d build a bunch of forts, with sheets, the couch, pillows, and some Christmas lights. He'd talk to the little boy and hold serious conversations despite neither of them being able to understand each other. He’d teach the young boy and the baby boy how to fix cars—at least he tried to. He’d pack his best friends' lunches every morning with his hair unkempt, half asleep, while sipping on some coffee. He’d even take naps with the baby, treating him as his own son. 

He’d do ridiculously endearing things, too, such as baking bread at night when he couldn’t sleep. He'd read books only when he was alone, as if he’d be made fun of by his friends, and she finally understood why. They were either romantic, erotic, or completely nerdy and abstract. He had range. He’d watch cheesy soap operas and rom-com k-dramas when he did chores. He loved to collect things such as Pokémon cards and even legos. 

There were a million things he did that she thought were cute. The windows into his house were like the screens of a television, like her favourite character, she got to see him when he’s relaxed and surrounded only by those who love him 

As for the cons, we’ll get to that…

When they first moved in, it was about three and a half years ago. She’d been visiting her family in Kansas City for her oldest brother’s birthday in June. 

When she returned to Lebanon, they had already settled down. There was a brown and beige Ford pickup truck, a black Subaru—both parked in the front, and a sleek black Impala in the driveway.

The youngest, Jack, waved at her one day when he returned with Cas after buying groceries. Then, Cas awkwardly introduced himself and Jack, and gave her the names of the other two men who were brothers, Sam is the tall one and Dean was the freckled one. 

Sam was the most social one. He’d spark up conversation with her whenever he saw her, dropping bits and pieces of information about himself, his brother, his fiancée, Cas, Jack, and Dean’s loyal dog, Miracle. 

After seven months of living together, Sam moved out with his wife, Eileen. They’d just gotten married, and they both invited her. She’d gone, the wedding was pretty, cute, and modest. Y/n had spoken to a few of their close family and friends. Dean, however, kept to himself the whole night as if he were grieving. He’d smile occasionally if any of his friends came to him, he was enthusiastic, and then he'd go back into himself.

Four months later, Sam and EIleen returned; she was pregnant. It was a boy, he’d planned on naming him after his big brother, which Y/n thought was adorable. He hadn’t told his brother, but planned on telling him the day his son was born.

Y/n could tell Dean had mixed feelings about his brother’s departure, mostly negative feelings. He loved Eileen and his nephew. But when it was just him, Cas, and Jack, he'd often drink, despite concerned, useless interventions with Cas. Unless Sam, Eileen, and his nephew were there. He’d never even glance at that top-shelf cupboard.

The good thing was that at least Dean was a happy drunk.

The first time she interacted with Dean was a few weeks after she’d returned from Kansas City, she assumed two things: his heart was closed off to new people, and he’s one hot, irritating, grumpy, sour, old man.

It was the spring semester at Kansas University. Y/n was grading her students’ creative, personal essays in the office downstairs. She was perplexed by the small percentage of her students and their inability to use proper grammar or follow the thorough, detailed checklist she created to get them to pass easily. 

Just when she thought she’d gotten great at making their lives easy, they return the shittiest, half-assed essays. She felt bad for the bad grades, but since the rest of her students managed to get perfect scores or at least proficient scores, she couldn’t just let them pass. 

Loud banging on the door startled her from reading an impressive essay. Her blood ran cold and she scrambled up from her rolling chair, ignoring that she pushed it halfway across the room. 

Her socked feet were quiet on the wooden floor, making her way quickly down the hallway until she got to the shelf where she kept her gun. She pressed it against the door and looked through the peephole, then relaxed when she saw Dean.

She was irritated by the loud knocking, though, regardless of how cute he looked when he was clearly pissed off. She opened the door and set the gun down on the table where she usually placed her keys.

“Lady, have you seen the mess you made outside?” Dean asked her, pointing behind him. She stared at him, stunned by how much prettier he looked up close. Her cheeks turned hot, but she looked past him trying to see whatever he was pointing at. 

She looked at her red Mustang parked in the front as a reminder to restock the kitchen, then looked close to where his house was. She winced at the mud and the running water from her hose going into his nice lawn.

“Shit,” she murmured, toeing her socks off before moving past Dean to turn the hose off. She got distracted by the mud and the puddles as she pulled the hose, and coiled it back where it should have been. It’s been a while since she last let her bare feet feel this beneath, the smell of wet dirt was amazing, even when it wasn’t caused by rainfall.

“Do you always do shit like this?” He asked from behind, his tone harsh. 

She frowned when she turned to look at his furious face, careful to not touch her forehead with her muddy hands when she used her wrist to move hair away from her face.  

“I’m sorry,” she apologised, tilting her head at him. He just rolled his eyes at her, then he stared at his lawn, and ran his hand down his face. “Did I do somethin’ else to piss you off?” She asked, looking around to see if there’s anything else she may have forgotten.

“One, your cat’s too damn loud, crying and meowing for my damn dog when you let him out,” he started, which made her blink in confusion. She didn’t expect something like that to get on his nerves. “And B, why the hell do you have cameras facing my place?” 

She narrowed her eyes at him, her ego being injured fueled her anger and defensiveness. “Okay, listen, Doctor Who, I said I was sorry, okay?” She could tell her words stunned him by the furrowing of his brows in bewilderment, disarming him and shutting him up. “It’s not my fault your dog likes my cat, too. And the cameras are off, they’re there to scare people, so fuck off,” she snapped before she stop herself. 

Dean scoffed at her, “fuck you.” She rolled her eyes at him this time, staring daggers into his back when he turned around to get to his home.

“If you’d fuck me, maybe you wouldnt be such an asshole.” Her snide words made him freeze. He laughed dryly and he turned to face her once more, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Pretty sure I’d still hate you, sweetheart,” he chuckled, crossing his own arms. That stung, even if she didn’t know him personally and half the time she spent romanticising him based on the little bit of information she had. “And I’d rather go fuck some other chick.” She clenched her jaw and breathed in slowly, angry heat began rising up her neck the faster her heart started to beat.

Entirely unintended, she venomously spat, “according to your brother, you haven’t been lucky enough, and you’re not going to be.”

“You talking to my brother about my sex life?” He stepped closer to her, his nostril flaring in anger. Betrayal and hurt crossed his features and she realised her mistake.

“No, just overheard him ‘cause you’re an overbearing douchebag,” she lied smoothly. Truth was, Sam and Eileen did accidentally—drunkenly—tell her how hard it was for Dean to maintain a serious relationship for more than three months. They don’t remember sharing that information. It was easy for her to casually ask about Dean’s love life and availability, masking her attraction to Dean as mere surprise as to how the younger brother got married before the older one. “Makes sense now why no one will sleep with you,” she laughed mockingly, stepping closer to him defiantly.

His face was red now, too. Angry, offended, he rolled his eyes at her smug face and body language. “You don’t know shit about me.”

“Sure, yeah, if that makes you feel better,” she snorted, patting his very nice, broad shoulder with her muddy hand as she made her back into her house. Preoccupied by the small mud-print on his beige Henley, he couldn’t get the last word in or stop her from leaving him flustered in her swampy driveway.

That was the start of a horrible relationship with her neighbour. The neighbour she had a crush on. 

He found all kinds of reasons to complain. Big and small. And she secretly did things to piss him off, occasionally sabotaging his plans. 

The thing was that deep down, she still liked him, but he made her so angry and frustrated. And it felt good to see him angry and frustrated by things she caused either on purpose or accidentally. Any attention was better than no attention.

Eventually, that all changed. The fun, the it’s-better-than-nothing feeling, it didn’t last. Fourteen months later, she stopped the cruel games and decided to avoid him completely. 

When her friends offered to take her out, she agreed, even if she wanted to stay home. If Dean was home, she made sure to never say no to them, and sometimes she’d offer to take them out. Wherever.

She’d started to grade at the cafe, library, or the diner, even if Dean went to all those places often. At least he wouldn’t say anything there around all those people. 

When she grew closer to Sam, Cas, and Jack, she’d find excuses not to go over to Dean’s when they offered either food, game nights, movie nights, or random hangouts. They started to notice too—the tension, the avoidance, the hostility—and they’d go over to her place instead, often without Dean, who’d choose to go out to avoid staying home alone.

It was awful. The rejection started to hurt, yet, he had her heart in the palm of his hand. Deep down, she knew that Dean wasn’t a bad person; he just didn’t like her.

Eventually, Dean ended his animosity, too, and everything went back to ‘normal’. She slowly started to reject offers from her friends to test the water, stayed home to grade, and didn't permit her cat to leave even if it cried for an escape. If she took him out, it was with a leash she eventually got him to get used to.

They ignored each other when they crossed paths—in the driveway, at the grocery store, at diners, at the cafe. They acted like complete strangers. She’d keep her curtains closed, at least she did for the windows that face his house. She made her presence as unnoticeable and as invisible as she could to prevent causing more damage to each other.

Then, about two months ago, on Halloween, Sam, Eileen, Cas, and Jack went to her house to collect candy. Sam made a point of staying back while the rest of them walked to where Dean was waiting—looking anywhere but at her house—to convince her to go to his and Eileen’s place for Thanksgiving. 

He was honest, cute, wide hazel eyes attempting to convince her to try and make amends with Dean. She didn’t doubt it, when he told her that Dean felt guilty, but her pride was bruised, and her heart was broken. She told Sam she would be visiting her own family for that holiday. She omitted that she’d be going to her mother’s house a few miles away, still in Lebanon. And she easily convinced her mother to let her stay the rest of the week until she had to go back to work.

Now, Christmas was near—in four days, to be exact. It wasn’t the holiday spirit that made her change her mind, it was the hurt and the exhaustion of planning her life around avoiding Dean. 

So, she called Sam, she asked if he could do anything to get Dean alone tomorrow. 

For the rest of the day, she would start to prepare everything—even though it was Dean who created the mess—she was willing to make the first move and hopefully meet him halfway. 

She couldn’t lie that she felt embarrassed by how excited she was to see Dean. She couldn't even differentiate the meaning of the butterflies in her stomach, but she powered through her fluttering heart and her shaking hands as she prepared everything before going to see him.

She considered not doing it at all, calling it quits—but the consequences of that quickly made her miserable. That would just mean more avoidance, more hiding, more changing everything about herself to make him happy.

All of this over one little misunderstanding. One bad day where her mouth ran without consulting her brain first ruined what could have otherwise been a good friendship—perhaps even a romantic relationship.

She was twenty-six and just like Dean, she hadn’t had a serious relationship since… Well, ever. The last time someone convinced her to date them was in highschool, and even before that, it took her a month—or less—to figure out she wanted nothing to do with them. She didn’t like the people she dated. She realised quickly that she didn’t even want a future with them, she didn’t even allow them to kiss her or touch her. So she figured that if she didn’t want to marry them, what was the point of wasting her time?

For so long, the first thing she thought of when she felt attracted to someone was: can I stand the thought of their touch? Can I see myself kissing them, letting them kiss me? Can I stand the thought of the fights and staying with them through thick and thin? Can I picture myself with them in the future, permanently?

The answer was always ‘no’ and the attraction died immediately after the realisation. 

With Dean, the answer was different. Not for some stupid reason, like fate, or the boy-next-door trope. No. This was reality, and the real reason was the fact that she got to see who he was before she was attracted to him. 

It was the selflessness, the love in everything that he did, the gentleness of his heart, the kindness that radiated from him, and the ease in the way he did chores, the way he made his friends laugh, his playfulness, the loyalty, the way he was clearly protective. 

It was the open windows of her house into his open windows that let her see through him, down to his very beautiful core. It was the lack of hidden things, the openness of his soul because he felt safe, unwatched. It was real because Cas, Jack, and Sam were proof that even though Dean wasn’t perfect, he was worth it.

The Doctor did say once: the good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant. 

For the first time, she was willing to take a chance.

She smoothed down the silky emerald-green dress. It was pretty, flowing down her body perfectly, stopping at the middle of her calves…. Actually, now that she looked at herself in the mirror, her curls perfectly maintained, the light touch of makeup, the heels… was it too much?

She ignored those anxious thoughts and made sure she had everything she needed and everything that she prepared before stepping out into the cold.

The spaghetti straps didn’t stop the cold, but the heat of her nervousness at least did something as she walked up to his door and waited after knocking gently. 

When he opened the door, he was stunned to see her.

“What?” He asked bluntly. 

She could tell that the way she was dressed caught him off guard. His eyes moved from her face, up to her hair, back down to the boxes in her hands, and lower to her feet. 

“I’ve got pie,” she said the first thing her mind thought of. Yes, it was blunt, yes, it disarmed him further… It was not smooth, but Dean looked behind him, and then he looked at her once more while biting his lip before opening the door wider, and stepping out of the way for her to enter. 

She exhaled shakily as he scratched the back of his neck. Out of habit, she slipped out of her heels before stepping inside his home, planting her bare feet on the soft, long rug he had. He kindly, wordlessly, took her heels from outside and placed them on the shoe rack he had inside before shutting the door behind her.

She felt so… warm. Finally, she was inside the place she longed to be in. Right where Dean was. Along the walls there were dozens of pictures, but she didn’t go too far, she waited for him.

She felt his presence behind her and it made her shiver, but she couldn’t bring herself to look back at him. Instead, she stared at photos of him with Cas, Sam, Jack, and other people she hadn’t met. Women and Men. Dean was smiling in all of them. And in a large majority of them, they were looking at him while he looked at the camera. 

What a funny thing. 

“Here,” he said from behind her, his deep voice sounded soft, gentle, unlike the last time they spoke to each other. It made her shudder. “Let me help.” She slowly braced herself when she turned around, staring into his beautiful green eyes, illuminated magically by Christmas lights. 

“Thanks,” she whispered, carefully loosening her grip on the objects in her hand for him to take what he wanted—which was everything. 

She stepped to the side when he murmured, “no problem,” and started to walk off to the kitchen. She followed him slowly, took a look around, respectfully, curiously, just when she heard the clicking of nails and the thump of paws on wooden floors, and the bark of his dog headed in their direction. 

“Miracle,” Dean grunted, setting everything down on the table, “not inside.” While the fluffy dog did stop its excited running, his enthusiasm was not lost as he wagged his tail, and playfully got down on his stomach in front of her feet. Still on his belly, Miracle approached Y/n slowly, paws and tongue at her toes, as if testing the waters. 

“Hey,” she greeted softly as she squatted slowly and laughed quietly, gently scratching Miracle’s head as he nudged her hand with his wet nose, staring up at her with adorably wide eyes—much like Sam did. “You’re so cute,” she cooed, her heart warming up when Miracle barked quietly.

He then jumped up and turned towards Dean, who was watching them—perplexed, happy, conflicted. 

“You were asleep,” Dean scolded, but sweetly took Miracle’s head in his hands and kissed him between his ears. Miracle whined and stepped away, sitting in front of Dean as if saying ‘I’ll be good if you let me stay’. “Whatever,” Dean groaned with a smile, which made Miracle happy, because he laid his cheek on his paw and stared up at Dean, resting.

Now, it was awkward. 

Dean caught her staring at him, her expression inquisitive. She cleared her throat awkwardly, but she couldn’t form words. She only now noticed that he was wearing a faded black shirt and hotdog pyjama pants. 

“So…” Dean began instead, “pie.” It wasn’t any better, but it’s as she always said: it was better than nothing. 

“Yes,” she confirmed, “strawberry… you weren’t getting ready for bed…?” She inquired, tipping her chin in the direction of his attire. 

“Not to sleep,” he reassured her, taking a few steps toward the cupboards to pull out two plates, glass cups, and then some utensils from the lower drawer. “Why are you doing this?” Dean asked quietly from where he was across the kitchen, everything still in his hands.

“I deserve better that’s why,” she snapped. He blinked at her, guilty, but she paused and took a deeper breath. Careful to not smear her eyeliner, she rubbed her temples instead. She reached behind her to wrap her ankle around the leg of a chair to pull it out and sit down. “Sorry, I don’t like… being angry,” she breathed out, looking out his kitchen window into her dark living room. She switched the Christmas lights off. “It's very stressful because I…” She turned to look at him and forgot her words as he came closer. 

He looked cuter in person and prettier, still. Three years and nothing has changed, he still had her heart right in his hand. 

“Why?” He pressed, placing everything down on the table in front of her. Looking up at him felt intimidating, so she averted her gaze. He was much older than she was… it made her… feel dumb. See-through. Like he could figure her out in seconds. 

“Because I’m friends with your friends,” she admitted without looking at him, then she reached out to arrange the plates, cups, and utensils. He sat down thoughtfully, and watched her unstack the small boxes she brought over. 

“You’re doing this for them,” he laid out flatly, but he took a seat next to her and stared at her. His eyes on her made her self-conscious, flustered. She bet he could see everything, all the ugly and the weird in her.

“I’m doing this for me,” she corrected him gently, “I just want to be happy,” she sighed, removing the plastic wrap she placed over the pie she baked. “Is that selfish?” She wondered out loud, taking the knife, she stared at it. 

“No,” Dean sighed, wrapping his hand around hers to take the knife. She inhaled sharply at the warmth of his touch, his calloused palms brushing against the back of her hand, sending warmth over her chest, pressing into her wrist with her heart excitedly pounding against her ribs.

She released the knife into his hold, trying to hide how much he affected her, but she doubted she could fully do that with the Christmas lights exposing the blush she could feel on her face. She could feel her veins pumping blood faster, caught up with the heavy beating of her heart. If he looked down at her neck, he could probably see it in her veins.

She looked away, down at Miracle who was still peacefully laying on his belly, and Dean looked away towards the beautiful pie to start slicing into it.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, taking her plate to give her the first slice. She looked up at Dean, taking the plate with a generous slice of strawberry pie. 

“I wanted to be the first to say it…” She complained playfully, trying to maintain eye contact with him, but his beauty was intimidating, forcing her to look away, “soon as my ego stopped being sensitive,” she added. 

Dean laughed softly, placing his own slice on his plate. The sound of his laugh made her smile, her stomach flipped with elation, at the crinkles by his eyes. Her breathy exhale made him look at her.

“Well, I’m forty-four, my ego’s been bruised enough times,” he told her, “I don’t care much for it when…” he trailed off and chewed on his bottom lip thoughtfully. She bit her lip, too, trying not to stare too long at his pretty mouth. 

“Well, thanks,” she murmured, her jaw twitching as she looked away from him. 

“I’d consider all this an apology,” he told her, gazing at her as she opened two rectangular boxes. She smiled, shaking her head. She pulled out a bottle of homemade eggnog along with a decorated jar filled with white frosting, and a small container with crushed peppermint candy. “This isn’t… poisoned, right?” He teased, still watching her while she opened the bottle of rum eggnog, she tilted her head at him, amused. “Just making sure… you did make all this…” he trailed off, impressed.

“Taste the pie,” she encouraged as she started making the drinks.

“You’re just trying to shut me up,” he chuckled gruffly, but he picked up his fork and started to dig in. The strawberry filling barely touched his tongue when he moaned, she watched him not even begin to chew. His brows furrowed and he closed his eyes, savouring the pie. 

It made her blush, but she focused on covering the rim of the cups he brought with the whiskey frosting she made and the peppermint candy shavings before filling it with eggnog.

“You made the frosting, too?” He asked, tipping his head towards the jar. His mouth was full, some strawberry filling dripped down the corner of his mouth, but he picked it up with his tongue. She licked her lips, trying to stop herself from breathing airily, and passed him the eggnog with a nod and slid the jar of frosting towards him to serve herself some eggnog. 

Dean dipped his finger into the frosting, collecting a large amount before wrapping his lips around his finger to suck the frosting off. She forced herself to look away from how hot he looked and ate her own slice of pie instead.

“I’ve seriously been missing out,” he murmured regretfully. “I was real childish,” he told her, “I never should’ve gotten pissed over… everything-”

“Dean,” she interrupted him, giving him a sheepish smile, “you already apologised and I forgive you. Besides, I did things, too.. on purpose… so, I’m sorry.” She pursed her lips and took a sip from her eggnog, swiping her tongue along the sweet frosting.

“You did things on purpose?” He repeated, a smirk on his face. She breathed out a laugh and nodded bashfully. “Why?” he wondered, leaning into her curiously, subtly moving his plate of food towards her. She considered being blunt, but she chose to test him instead.

“Probably the same reason you got pissed at everything I did and didn’t do,” she laughed, pulling a piece of strawberry out of the pie to put it in her mouth.

“I doubt that,” Dean muttered, picking up his own drink, and taking a large gulp. She eyed him closely, her eyes becoming hooded when he licked across his lips after drinking to collect the thin layer of sweetened alcohol on his mouth. 

“What was your reason then?” She wondered flirtatiously, her voice low and seductive. She pushed her plate away with her arm., and mimicked his body language, scooting forward in the chair. 

She watched as his eyes darkened and his jaw clenched, his hand tightening around his fork before he dropped it. She’d never quite been stared at that way before, but it suddenly—almost, made her laugh. Her legs felt weak, her stomach heavy, almost fooling her into thinking she couldn’t get up, but she did.

With a rapid heart and shaky knees, she pushed her chair back, and Miracle lifted his head in alarm. Dean leaned back in his chair, sliding his palms up his thighs, and watched hungrily as she lifted her dress up her legs, squeezing in front of him and part of the table to sit on his lap. 

“Seems like we’ve both been missing out on a lot of stuff,” she whispered, her stomach fluttering for a variety of reasons, but mostly from excitement. He bit his lip, eyes twinkling as he placed his hands slowly on her thighs. She sank her teeth down on her lip, too, breathing heavily when his hands began sliding up her thighs, lifting her dress higher, and higher.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered, continuing to move her dress up until his hands were wrapped around her hips where he could realise she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “I thought I should tell you, before I ruin you,” he rasped, tightening his hold on her hips.

“Fuck,” she moaned, moving forward in his lap until their hips were pressed together. She brought her hands into his hair, and pulled it gently, bringing her mouth close to his, but she never kissed him. She breathed against his lips and when he leaned forward to kiss her, she pulled back teasingly.

“You’re seriously gonna make me wait?” He whispered, slowly rolling his hips up into her, his hard cock pressing into her wet core. She gasped softly against his mouth and laughed breathlessly.

“You feel good,” she praised, flushing as she ground against him harder.

“I’d feel better inside you,” he smirked, sliding one of his hands farther up her dress, his warm palm flattening up her stomach reverently, stopping beneath her breasts..

“I bet,” she moaned, arching into his touch before finally pressing her tinted lips against his. Dean moaned softly against her mouth, pressing against her hungrily, then lifted her up, carefully moving his plate and cup aside to lay her down on the table. 

“Miracle, bed,” Dean ordered when he pulled away from her lips. The dog obediently stood up and excitedly made his way to where Dean’s room was. Dean kissed her once more, drawing her attention away from Miracle and back to him.

She’d never been kissed the way Dean kissed her or touched the way Dean touched her. His hands were everywhere, testing, learning, skillful. He scratched her skin sending sparks down to her already soaked core, kneading her body roughly until she moaned against his mouth. He squeezed her and made her wet. He dug his blunt nails into her and made her nerves ignite. His hands smoothed across her, sailing over her body like she were an ocean and he was a sailor. 

He was desperate, devouring her mouth with his tongue and his teeth, putting his all into the kiss, licking her lips, teasing the inside of her mouth, brushing against her warm tongue. He yearned to memorise the taste of her mouth, to feel close to her, pressing and moaning against her the way he’d done when he ate the pie and frosting. He nibbled on her lips, tugging, biting, claiming, taking the air from her lungs and pulling away at the perfect time. 

He rolled his hips into her frantically and finally started to move away from her now-swollen lips, the colour of her raspberry tint robbed and replaced by the redness of his kiss. 

He dragged his teeth teasingly along her jaw and licked his way down her neck, pressing his stubbled face into her neck, kissing and sucking softly, searching. She rolled her head to the side, giving him all the access he needed, until finally, she moaned loudly when he sucked into her sweetspot. He smiled against her throat, feeling her take handfuls of his shirt, her hips wiggling impatiently beneath him.

He kissed lower still, then back up to the other side of her neck, and bit her collarbones, kissing every inch of her skin, her shoulders and her sternum. She loved every second of it and slipped her hands beneath his shirt, touching and scratching his skin, pulling him closer as he bucked into her bare core.

“Did you know your shirt was see-through when we first met?” He whispered into her cleavage. She laughed and replied with a breathless ‘no’. “Well.. your tits on display, legs bare in those tiny shorts, all pissed as hell… it was hot,” he chuckled, lowering the thin straps of her dress until the top started to reveal her breasts. 

“Is that why you jerked off that night?” She asked, gripping his hair and tugging hard. He grunted and laughed, staring into her lustful eyes.

“You saw?” He teased, bringing his hand to her breast, squeezing roughly. “The answer’s yes.. And everytime after that, it was also ‘cause of you,” Dean confessed, “couldn’t stop thinking about you, every day and every night. I thought I hated you, but I guess I just needed to fuck you.” 

She chuckled, gripping the hem of his shirt, dragging it up his body as he latched onto her nipple. She hummed softly, tugging hard at his hair, in complete bliss as he wrapped his mouth around the bud, licking, sucking, and biting until she whimpered for him to give her more—which was impossible. He moved onto her other breast, savouring her warm skin with his hotter mouth, tugging her neglected nipple with his fingers, twisting and pinching. 

“Please,” she moaned, yanking his hair so he’d pull away. Dean growled against her flesh and bit down hard on her breast, before pulling away, drawing a mewl from her of his name. 

“You could be nicer,” he muttered, allowing her to lift his shirt up off his body, but he continued to kiss her breasts, sucking gently around the flesh to leave red marks. He lifted her feet up on the table and pressed her thighs close to her chest, opening her up to admire her soaked sex.

“We’re long past nice, pretty boy,” she teased blushing and biting her lip when he stood up straight. She didn’t look at him, too insecure to watch him as he brought his hand to the inside of her thighs, teasing her vulva.

“You think I’m pretty?” He grinned, circling her entrance, moaning at copious amounts of arousal on his fingers. “So wet… you that needy for my cock inside you?” He asked smugly. 

She looked at him now, heat flooding up her face at his obscene words. Before she could say anything about it, the tattoo on his chest drew her attention away from the adorable pride on his face.

“You’re a hunter,” she stated, stunned, blinking at him with a smile. He looked down at himself then at her, speechless. She lifted her hips and hitched her dress up higher to reveal her ribcage where she had the same tattoo, twice as small.

“You’re a professor,” he remarked with arousal on his face, pushing his finger into her. He lowered himself down her body and wrapped his arm around her legs, holding her open as he breathed warmly against her wet cunt.

Before she could close her legs to him demurely, Dean dove in, his mouth hot on her pussy. He ate her out the same way he kissed her, teeth making her whimper, his tongue parting and tasting, picking up the flavour of her wetness as she moaned. 

He salivated on her, humming in satisfaction while he sucked her clit into his mouth while he fingered her. Her hands found his hair once more, pulling hard and almost painfully, but his cock jumped each time inside the thin material of his pyjamas. Dean added a second finger as he moaned against her swollen clit, knuckles deep, pressing against the front of her textured walls, drawing silent moans from her, making her squirm more and more. 

“Fuck,” she panted, “you’re so good,” she praised, flexing her hand above his head before gripping at the honey strands. He slurped lewdly, devouring her pussy, squeezing her hips desperately holding her close to his face while she pushed him harder against her cunt. “Dean… I’m close,” she moaned, closing her legs around his head. 

He moaned again, adding another finger, shoving deep as he circled her swollen clit with his tongue, drawing figures on her clit possessively. She gasped loudly and cried out his name, tensing up when she orgasmed, her walls clamping down on his three fingers. The rapture of her orgasm seemed endless as he continued to tongue at her clit, it made her writhe uncontrollably, and he smirked against her pussy.

Her whiny laugh and the way she squeezed his head to stop him made him chuckle, and he tapped her thigh once he pulled his fingers from within her pulsing walls. She released him, melting into the table while he licked his fingers clean of her release.

“You taste good,” he told her earnestly, “so fucking good.” She bit her lip, giving him a look of disbelief. He narrowed his eyes at her, leaning down to lick a long stripe up her pussy, then down, pushing his tongue past her clenching, wet hole. 

“Dean, fucking…” she moaned, “oh, God, why does that feel good?” She snickered, then he pulled away hovering above her. She opened her eyes to his smug face, his clean fingers squeezed her cheeks roughly until she opened her mouth. She furrowed her brows, whining out with her hands around his wrist so he’d release, but she shut up when he spit in her mouth.

“Taste yourself,” he ordered, licking his lips. Her pupils dilated as she looked into his eyes, the tangy taste of herself made her mouth water and she swallowed. “D’you know how hot you are?” He asked rhetorically, kissing her roughly once more, ravenous and stopped only when he felt her hands pushing his pants down his legs.

“I want you, Dean,” she whispered against his mouth, biting his lip before returning the passion of his kiss.

“Where?” He asked teasingly, wrapping his arm around her waist, he sat her up on the table and gently held her face in his hands, before releasing her to strip completely. 

“I want you inside me,” she told him coquettishly, hopping off the table to slowly let her dress pool around her feet. “I want to ride you, to feel you stretch me open…” she walked towards him, watching him completely aroused, a look of pleasant surprise on his face, “I want you to fill me up, and make me cum on your cock…” she licked her lips, staring down at his cock, erect and leaking precum. “... I’ve never seen a dick this nice,” she told him, wrapping her hand around the base and stepping closer to him.

He grunted, “suck it then.” She laughed through her nose, releasing his cock to fondle his balls. He moaned, stumbling slightly.  “I’ve been wanting to shut you up with my cock in your mouth,” he told her, a smirk on his face, “now, I’m just thinking how pretty you’ll look with your lips wrapped around me.” Dean reached up and curled his fingers around the back of her neck. 

She looked behind him, removed her hand, and tipped her head to the chair, “sit.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, kicking the chair towards him like she had earlier, then he sat, legs wide and tempting. “You’re sexier than you were in my imagination,” he told her, watching her get down between his legs, kissing his thighs while looking up at him through her curled lashes. 

“Keep talkin’,” she grinned up at him, taking his heavy cock in her hand once more. Dean gave her a sexy look, smug and aroused.

“I wanna finish in your mouth,” he told her, “want to see you swallow my load.” Pleased, she moved forward and began kissing and licking the length of his cock, teasingly and experimentally feeling the velvety, veiny texture against her hand, tongue, and lips. “I want to hear you choke on my cock, and see what you look like with tears in your eyes as I fuck your pretty face.” She moaned softly, intrigued by the description of his fantasy. 

She dipped her tongue into the slit, moaning at the taste of his precum, drooling over the soft head of his cock before sucking him into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he moaned, tangling his fingers in her hair. She slowly took him deeper, pulling him out of her hot mouth teasingly, then swallowing inch by inch of his hard cock. “You’re so good at that, baby,” he panted, letting her take her time at her own pace, but he gripped her hair tightly. “Don’t stop,” he moaned, staring into her eyes as she continued to take his cock, bobbing her head, not stopping until he hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, and he bucked his hips up, releasing a whispered curse, attempting to keep his eyes open to watch her suck him off.

She got comfortable between his legs, taking his freehand to put it in her hair. He took her hair, put it together, and waited for her permission before slowly lifting his hips, pushing his cock slowly into her throat. When she gagged, he slowly pulled back, then pushed back into her, lips parted, releasing quick breaths. 

Eventually, he started to fuck her face in earnest, lifting his hip up off the chair, pulling her hair hard to guide her on and off his dick. Her spit dribbled down her chin in a mixture of his precum. She swallowed as much as she could, moaning and blinking tears that tickled her eyes and her jaw. 

“You look so fucking…” he chocked on a moan, “so damn sexy.” 

She ignored the soreness of her jaw, relaxing it as best as she could as he fucked her near mercilessly. Her pussy throbbed with every sound of his pleasure, clit aching for attention at the way he gazed down at her with burning desire, but she refused to touch herself, enjoying the build-up, the desperation for another orgasm, for his touch. 

He throbbed in her mouth, turning to mush beneath her mouth. He even began to whimper and moan her name, praises and dirty words becoming scarce in attempts to hold back his orgasm, edging himself with her mouth. It didn’t take long for him to hold her with her nose against his pelvis breathlessly. 

He pulled her off his cock, and released her hair to wipe tears tenderly from her hot cheeks with his thumbs, trying to get his mind off the near-pleasure of her mouth around his cock while catching his breath. 

“Yummy,” she rasped, pulling a breathless laugh from him. She wiped her chin with her shoulder and smiled up at him, slowly getting up on her knees to get rid of the ache of sitting on her legs.

She got up, leaning back against the table, admiring him in his red, flushed, somewhat sweaty state. His hair was a mess from her hands and he had a blush around his neck to his ears. She knew the hardness of his body accounted for the fact that he was a hunter, as well as the scars she felt beneath her soft hands, bite marks, bullet wounds, and healed slashes.

“Come closer,” she told him and he laughed, bringing himself and the chair closer, stopping when she sat on his thighs, fixing herself over his strong thighs. “Gonna cum if I tease you?” She asked, tapping the head of his cock. It twitched instantly and he moaned.

“Depends,” he replied breathily, sliding his hands up her body. She hummed softly, spreading her legs, positioning his cock near her soppy folds.

“On what?” She cackled playfully, parting her folds with one hand, circling her clit with her fingers. He watched her lustfully, the wetness that made her pussy shine coated her fingers.

“How wet and warm you feel on my cock,” he replied truthfully. He grabbed her hand and moved it out of the way anyway, taking his cock to push it between her folds, pressing the tip against her clit. 

“Fuck, Dean,” she moaned softly, grasping his shoulders, “you feel… I need you,” she whimpered, rolling her hips along the length of his cock. He moaned with her, moving her hips closer to him, her wetness coating his cock.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart…” Dean moaned, watching her lean back against the table, positioning the soft head of his cock to her entrance. Completely enthralled, he watched himself slip inside her, and she watched him, biting her lip hard in concentration, the stretch of her walls around him almost painful. “Fuck… I can feel how bad you need me… I need you just as bad,” he panted, flexing his hands on her thighs, desperately trying not to thrust up into her warmth. He dug his nails into her flesh, his head tipping back, his hips rolling up.

“Dean,” she moaned again, starting to lift herself up and down his cock, reaching up to cup her breast. “Shit, you feel amazing,” she breathed out, grinding her hips against his until he was fully inside her. 

“You okay?” He asked, one of hands drifting up to knead her breast comfortingly. She nodded, buried her fingers in his hair and brought him in for a kiss as she bent her knees, and tucked her feet in between his thighs.

“I could cum like this,” she mumbled against his lips. His chuckle rumbled through his chest and he shook his head, her pussy clenched at the sound and she started to lift herself up again.

“Don’t worry,” he told her, sucking on his lip momentarily. “I’ll make you cum so hard…” He paused to moan, thrusting up into her slowly, meeting her hip. “...you’ll never want to fuck anyone else,” he promised her, building up the pace of his thrusts until she stopped moving with him altogether, letting him fuck up into her needy cunt. 

“You’ll only wanna be fucked by me,” he continued, watching her lean back with her elbow on the table, her hands roaming his warm body, “and I’ll be there, ready to fuck you hard.” He looked over her shoulder, at the jar of frosting. “Pounding into your sweet cunt,” he swore breathlessly, reaching behind her, dipping his fingers to gather frosting, “makin’ you beg, makin’ you impossibly wet.” He smeared frosting over her nipples, over her collarbone, her sternum, until he had no more while she moaned his name needily. 

“Makin’ you feel things you’ve never felt before.” He gripped her hip with frosting-coated fingers, leaning forward to lick and suck the whiskey frosting from her body. “I’ll fill you up as many times as you want,” he vowed, smoothing her hand up her back, into her hair once more, pulling until she whined his name. “I’ll fuck you wherever you want.”

Her pussy continued to gush over Dean’s cock the more he talked—his breathless, husky voice taking her over the edge. Each rough pull of her hair made her mewl and whimper as she rolled her hips desperately against his. 

“Dean, please,” she whispered, scratching down his back, digging marks into his skin the harder and faster he thrusted into her. Loud skin slapping, the wet sound of her pussy being penetrated, with every push of his cock in and out of her, squelching and driving her crazy. She dug her nails into her palm, making obscene sounds that made her self-conscious.

“I’ll fuck you all over your house, all over mine.” Another moan of his name, another rough pull of her hair. “I’ll fuck you in my car, in your car, anywhere and all over town.” He pulled away from her sticky chest, licked his lips at the sight of her, so she screwed her eyes shut. She felt a warm pool of wetness on her pelvic bone, opened her eyes to him spitting between their bodies, watching his saliva drip down her folds to her clit. 

She’d never heard of or experienced sex quite this raw and dirty.

“I’ll make you scream my name, make you forget how to talk, how to walk…” She leaned back into him, panting into his ear, keeping him close while rubbing her clit. He yanked her hair, forcing her to look at him. 

“Dean…”

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered, closing his eyes, he breathed against her lips, “and I want you forever.”

As he promised, she cried out his name when she came, squeezing his cock hard, coating him in her release. He grunted her name, cursing loudly as he came inside her, his hot seed spurting into her, filling her as he said he would. 

He circled his arms around her as she writhed once more, releasing her hair as she put her arms around his neck, panting and catching her breath until the pleasure subsided.

“I want all of that,” she murmured after a few moments of silence, kissing his cheek. He squeezed her and moved back, bewildered. He moved hair from her face and tilted his head at her, drawn to her nakedness, her flushed beauty. “First, I want to shower…” Slowly, carefully, she climbed off his lap, her legs shaky, her pussy releasing the mixture of their pleasure. 

“That’s a good start,” he told her softly. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled when he stood up from the chair and looked around at the mess in the kitchen. “No one’s coming home anytime soon… thanks to Sammy…” Dean trailed off, smoothing his hand over his head to fix his hair.

“Thanks to me,” she came clean with a shy smile, bringing his gaze up to hers. His eyes twinkled and he laughed loudly, tugging her towards him again by her arm, his lips pressing against hers.

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Headcanons About Vanessa Shelly (Abby Edition)

(An apology letter for not posting a lot.)

Though they wouldn't openly admit it, they have a mother-daughter relationship (common take, but icl);

Since leaving the hospital and Mike getting a job, Vanessa voluntarily took responsibility for Abby while she was recovering, doing things like getting her ready for school and sometimes (whenever her injuries allow) even picking her up from school;

Since the couch became Vanessa's bed for a while, Abby constantly sleeps in the living room, so every night there is a "sleepover" between them. Abby does this because she thinks Vanessa is always lonely when sleeping on the couch, so she offers company—though Vanessa claims it isn't necessary (Mike tags along in their sleepovers sometimes);

They are an evil duo when it comes to cooking dinner together. Mike is a confirmed victim of their meals;

Whenever Abby has a nightmare, Vanessa holds her to her chest, caresses her hair, and hums a tune that her deceased mother used to hum when she was little. Abby eventually sleeps like a baby;

It's a common occurrence for them to be confused as daughter/mother by folks;

Despite being a cop and certified EMT (her words, not mine), Vanessa's true dream lies in pedagogy. She's constantly helping Abby with her homework assignments and teaches her basic levels of art and literature. Vanessa is pretty much Abby's private, after-school tutor;

Vanessa stimulates Abby to practice reading;

Being naturally curious, Abby constantly asks about Vanessa's life, like how she was as a teenager and how it is like being a cop. Vanessa doesn't feel troubled by it, but (per Mike's warning) Abby knows her limits when it comes to Vanessa's past family;

Vanessa is constantly reminded of a young version of herself whenever she looks at Abby. Because of this, Vanessa strives to be a good influence on Abby's life so she won't end up a traumatized adult like Vanessa herself in the future;

Abby and Mike are Vanessa's first true friends since the Missing Children from Freddy's;

Abby considers Vanessa the cooler version of Mike;

Vanessa attends parent meetings at school;

Abby's intelligence is close to young Vanessa's performance at school;

Abby is a Vanessa glazer. Everything Vanessa does is considered cool or incredible (Mike doesn't benefit from such praises);

Abby feels insulted when people refer to Vanessa as her babysitter and not as a family member;

Whenever the three have an argument, Abby and Vanessa always side together against Mike, so he always loses;

Abby doesn't really understand Mike and Vanessa's relationship, but she somehow knows it's meaningful;

Vanessa is reminded of her past relationship with her father whenever she watches Mike and Abby;

Vanessa is a certified muse of Abby, but her drawings of Vanessa are always left unfinished because Abby doesn't think she does a good job at capturing Vanessa's features, so she stops halfway and starts a new one (on the other hand, Mike is very easy to draw). The end result is a bunch of papers that contain unfinished sketches of Vanessa;

Abby uses any excuse she has to call Vanessa while she's on police duty. Vanessa doesn't mind, but Mike is mortified by her calling the cops;

Vanessa is a great story teller, so Abby is constantly asking her for a story so that she can illustrate;

Vanessa participated in a mother's day event at Abby's school. This is special for both of them, since neither Vanessa nor Abby had their mothers attending a mother's day school event;

Vanessa would shoot someone for Abby.

Not bad, eh? Oh, how I love them so, so much...

[lilith0fthevalley]

A Message, A Maze, A Mask... {Ghostface!Leon x Reader} 1/6

Content Warning: This chapter contains themes of stalking, unwanted messages, and implied threats that may be unsettling to some readers. It also features horror elements, suspense, and mentions of past violent incidents.

As always, Reader discretion is advised.

Y/N was sprawled out on her stomach, laying on her bed. The soft beats of music floated around her in the background as she perused a magazine with half interest. A message chimes on her phone in a group chat between Y/N, Claire and Jill, nicknamed “Who has the Braincell?”

Claire-Bear: Y/N! Clear plans! We’re going a town over for a hayride!  Jilly-Bean: And a horror themed corn maze. And fried food.

Y/N smiled at her friend’s enthusiasm and picked up her phone to text back. 

Y/N: Yeah? Bringin the guys? Jilly-Bean: Which ones? Is it a dealbreaker for whether or not you go? Y/N: Dunno. I’ll answer when I have a guest list. :p Claire-Bear: Chris is working, might get off early to come. Carlos is sick. Leon is unknown. Luis is out of town.  Y/N: Mmmmmmmm… Claire-bear: Ohhhh c’mooooooon! Jilly-Bean: I’ll buy you your first elephant ear.  Y/N: Deal. Claire-Bear: Yaaaaay!!! Pick you up in 30.

Y/N chuckled and rolled her eyes, putting her phone down as she turned her attention to her closet.

What to wear, What to wear…

As she picked up her phone to text the group chat if they were dressing up, she noticed a new notification from an unknown number. 

???: Picking out what to wear? ???: That little burgundy leather skirt is always cute.

Um. Ok weird… 

Y/N: Tf? Who is this lol ???: You’ll find out soon enough… Y/N: Lame. Super lame. Luis, if you’re just fuckin with me… ???: Not Luis, princess. ???: Luis is in Spain. Isn’t he?

Y/N rolls her eyes once more and scoffs. ‘So one of those fuckers wanna mess with me… I’ll just ignore it. They’ll joke about it tomorrow or whatever, and I’ll know who the guilty party is then.’

With a shrug she tosses her phone down and turns back to the closet. Plucking a black knitted sweater from the hangers, her gaze lingers to the burgundy skirt mentioned by the unknown number. Pushing her lips to the side, she pulls the skirt down from the closet as well. 

???: Very good choice.  ???: Can’t wait to see it on you tonight.

Ok. That’s just creepy. She scowls at the screen and starts to type back.

Y/N: … Creep. I’m blocking this number now. Byeeee~

And she does just that. Blocks the mysterious number and goes about getting ready for the little outing with her friends.

~~~

Claire and Jill arrive to pick up Y/N in Chris’ black jeep. “Soooo Chris super isn’t coming. He got home from work and looked like hell, so he’s gonna relax for the night with Leon.” Claire chirps as Y/N slides into the back seat. “That’s a shame. I was so excited to hear him scream like a little girl…” Jill muses and rests her arm against the window of the door. There’s a soft ripple of laughter in the car before Y/N speaks up. “They’ll probably just watch football and drink that cheap beer they like.” There’s a collective shudder at the memory of the stuff. “Well, it doesn't matter. We can just make it a girls night! Hey, Y/N, aren’t your parents out of town? We can do a sleepover at yours~” Claire sing-songs. 

“Claire, we don’t have a change of clothes… And I need my work shirt for tomorrow.”

“Yyyyyyeah, and I need to clean up a bit before I have you guys over… But I’d love t-”

“Oh you two are so closed minded!! After our little… Excursion, Jill and I can run to our places and get our clothes while you can clean up your house a bit and then we’ll pop over. It’s Halloweekend!! Stop being a bunch of spoilsports!!” Claire’s using the tone she reserves for when she’s really, really determined about something… It causes Y/N and Jill to realize they aren't going to win this one…

“… If Y/N’s good with it, I’m good with it.” Jill surmises and tosses a glance back to the aforementioned woman. Y/N shrugs and smiles. 

“Well then, I guess I’m having guests!” 

For the rest of the drive, Claire chatters incessantly about picking up wine, stopping at a Redbox and picking up snacks. It’s just background noise to Y/N as she stares out the window. 

Her phone buzzes and she turns it over to look at the screen.

???: Have fun in the maze. I just can’t wait to see you, Princess.

Her lips curl into a frown. 

“What the fuck…?” She murmurs and Jill picks it up, turning her head. 

“What’s up, Princess?” Jill asks casually. Y/N’s head snaps up. 

“Ah, shit sorry… I’ve been getting these texts from this unknown number lately and they’ve been weird. Stalker-y.” She says and hands Jill her phone. 

“I blocked a number earlier, but they reached out from a new number. It’s just creepy.” Jill takes a moment to read over the texts and scowls as well. 

“Yeeeeeeaaaaaah… Y/N, this is something you need to bring up. They’re almost like-” Claire, who was reading over Jill’s shoulder sporadically, finishes Jill’s sentence. 

“Almost like the texts the victims last year got…”

The car falls into a lull of uncomfortable silence. 

“… But that was a whole county over…” Claire breaks the silence. 

“And they caught the guy… Jack something… Kristoff?? Kreuger? Brauser?” Jill adds, feigning confidence in her own words. 

“…Maybe… Maybe it’s just a sick prank?” Y/N offers with a shrug. 

“Like one of the guys messing with me. Trying to get a rise out of me, y’know?”

The trio shift in their seats, the raised anxiety palpable. 

“Nonetheless... Keep an eye on them... If you need to tell anyone, tell Chris. He’s a cop, remember?” Jill pipes up and hands Y/N her phone back. Silence falls over the group one more time before Claire lets out a sharp sigh and puts on a smile. 

“Hey! Why don’t we let it lie for now. It’s girls night!! We should be excited. We shouldn't be allowing some creep to ruin the vibe!” She chirps. The other two occupants of the car nod and attempt to push off the nervous air that surrounded them. 

“Yeah! It’s our night! Fuck that guy!!” Jill agrees. Y/N can only nod along and take a silent, deep breath… 

Hoping that this will all blow over soon…

~~~

The black jeep crunches on the gravel of the parking area. Swaths of people ranging in ages mill about and chatter amongst themselves. Claire, Jill and Y/N all step out of the car and look around. There are food trucks and little wooden produce stalls scattered about in an organized chaos, but positioned in a way that they catch the attention of guests coming in from their cars or leaving the activities for the evening. The smell of fried food is heavy in the air and Y/N can’t help but salivate a little. She turns to Jill. 

“You better make good on that offer to pay for the elephant ear.” She says with a playful sternness, accompanied with an accusatory point of a finger. Jill just laughs and nods. 

“I will, I will. I know that’s the only reason you came out tonight…” As the trio walk deeper into the site, they see the various offered excursions. Off to the left is a hand painted, wooden sign advertising a hayride and another indicating the children’s corn maze. On the left, roped off with bright red, nylon rope, is a decorated set piece for the larger, horror-centric maze. Claire grabs both Jill and Y/N’s arms and practically drags them to the hayride, babbling on about how excited she is and how much she loved these rides as a little girl. 

~~~

As the wagon continues to bump along the predetermined path, the driver drones on about the property, how big it is, and how the county came to possess the land, turning it into a spectacle that benefits the towns nearby with a family event. While Claire is listening with stars in her eyes, Jill looks like she’s about to fall asleep. Y/N, on the other hand, is more so focused on the seemingly endless rows of corn they are passing. She assumes that she’s looking at the children’s maze until a scream rings out and a flash of a dirty yellow apron weaves in and out of the tall stalks.

Nope. Not the family maze. Not at all. 

The scream is followed up with laughter and chatter among the group of adolescents that went in together, accompanied by the sounds of revving chainsaws.

“And to our right is our favourite part of this little shebang–our corn maze! A bit of history for y'all; Each year we choose a different theme to decorate the maze. Last year it was Camp Crystal Lake and Friday the 13th, this year it’s Texas Chainsaw Massacre! So you can expect to see our actors dressed up as the cannibalistic Sawyer family and ready to serve you up for dinner!” The guide guffaws and shakes his head. 

“Each set of guests enter the maze on time sets of an hour and a half, so we should be gearing up to begin the next one a couple minutes after we return to our starting point!” He continues, but the words fall on deaf ears to Y/N. She just stares into the tall, browning stalks as they continue around the fenced perimeter of the corn maze. Shrieks, revving and laughter ring out from guests who are chased deeper and deeper into the maze by actors. A flash of black brushes through the stems and Y/N furrows her eyebrows. ‘Weird… Who from Texas Chainsaw wore black…?’ She muses to herself, getting lost in thought as she racks her brain for the list of antagonists from the films. 

“Hey, Jill, can you send the pics of us all together to the group chat? I wanna see which one I want to post.” Claire whispers. That catches Y/N’s attention and she pushes aside the recollection for now. 

“Yeah, I’d love to see them too. For our album, y’know?” She adds with a grin. Jill jostles awake and lets out a murmur before pulling her phone out and tapping away at the screen. Y/N just turns her gaze back to the maze as her phone buzzes in her pocket. Her grin still on her face, she looks down…

And pales. 

It’s not the photos of the three of them sitting in the wagon, waiting for the hayride to start…

It’s a photo of her, looking into the corn maze… Just now

Taken from among the stalks…

Another buzz.

This time a text to accompany the photo.

???: Can’t wait to see you… Princess~

~~~ Next

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Author's Note: Aaaaaa! I've been just pumping out work after work lately! I'm loving it! Thank you so much to @shymoob for inspiring me to continue creating as well as beta reading this for me! We're a pair of little goblins >:)

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

omg okay so I’ve been trying to think of something appropriately AMAZING to ask you for your celebration so I raise you: 💬 Put Joel and Pin situation… DOUBLE DENIM JOEL (like him for actors and actors) she finds him a jacket? and she tailors it for him…. PLEASEEEE

I love you 🩷 so happy to be your friend

Double Denim

Seams sleepover micro drabble request | 825 words | warnings: none other than that a confident Joel is a sexy Joel, double denim menace | can be read independently of the series but is part of the Seams universe

Joel stares at his closet, stumped.

He says closet, but it’s more of a glorified wire rack mounted onto the wall next to his bed. And while his collection of clothes has grown from what he crossed the country with, it’s not much more than a bunch of shirts, jeans and underwear. It’s enough that he always has something to reach for when he rolls out of bed - usually unwashed and crumpled - but hey, who’s judging?

But now, for the first time in longer than he can remember, Joel doesn’t know what to wear.

He could go for the jeans he was wearing yesterday, his nicest pair, but he got paint on it right on the crotch thanks to a clumsy manoeuvre, of all places. And he could wear that (marginally) smarter red plaid shirt that he knows you like, except there’s a stain on the front that he never managed to get rid of completely.

It’s just not good enough.

Joel shakes his head in disbelief. This is absurd. He’s a fifty-three year old man fretting about what to wear in the middle of the fucking apocalypse. 

What’s probably even more absurd is the fact that it’s movie night in Jackson. He’s taking you to see Casablanca, and then to dinner afterwards.

And he wants to look nice for the occasion. 

For you.

There’s only one thing to do.

You look up from the shirt you’re ironing when the doorbell rings over him at the Outfitter, and you smile. ‘Hey, what are you doing here?’

He gives you a peck on the lips. ‘Hello, sweetheart. I uh - I wanted to buy some clothes.’

‘Oh, did something break?’ you ask, setting down the iron and giving him a once over.

‘No, I just - wanted somethin’ new.’

Joel smiles at the quizzical look on your face, always so open and expressive despite your shyness. He knows his answer comes as a surprise to you, as it did to him.

He watches as your mouth parts with a grin, excitement in your eyes. ‘Never thought I’d see the day. Joel Miller partaking in some clothes shopping?’

He winks. ‘Who said you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?’

‘Alright, so, what were you thinking?’

‘Some nice jeans, and a nice jacket - maybe,’ he adds with a touch of uncertainty.

You don’t look like you expected that answer, and you tease him in reply, ‘Nice jeans and a nice jacket? Whatever for?’

Instead of answering straight away, he reaches for your hand and pulls you close. The sweet gasp that escapes you makes his heart swell with possessiveness, and he dips to brush his words against your lips. 

‘For you, sweetheart.’

You duck your head, more from habit than actual coyness, and you curl your fingers into the fabric of his shirt to keep him flush against you. ‘Are you trying to romance me, sir?’

‘I might just be, ma’am,’ he answers with an insolent grin. ‘If that gets me a discount.’

Rolling your eyes, you jokingly push him away and instruct him to wait here, before disappearing into the back of the shop.

Joel is browsing the jeans rack when you return, your hands full. At the questioning arch of his eyebrow, you explain, ‘Someone brought these in the other day, and I thought they’d fit you.’

‘Settin’ clothes aside for me? What would Maria say?’ he tuts, shaking out the jeans and the shirt with a skeptical look. ‘Denim on denim?’

You feign exasperation, pushing him towards the dressing room. ‘Just try them on, you insufferable man!’

It’s deja vu as you wait, hearing him disrobe on the other side of the curtain, and you cross your arms and try not to tap your foot, impatiently, excitedly -

When the curtain snaps back, you can’t help but stare.

Joel cocks his head to one side, a lopsided smile at his lips. ‘Well?’

A parody of your first meeting months ago, you parrot the same words back at him. ‘What do you think?’

He turns on his heels to face the mirror, pulling on the lapels of the denim jacket, perfect for mild autumnal evenings that don’t warrant his winter coat, but are a touch too cold to venture outside in just a shirt. The mid blue wash matches that of the jeans, comfortably mid-rise and straight cut, with the cuff upturned at the ankle of his brown boots. Without even thinking about it, hands in the pockets of the jacket, he twists around to check out his ass in his reflection, as unashamedly as you are.

Unlike that first time, Joel doesn’t need any prompting to answer your question. 

‘I look fuckin’ good, sweetheart.’

With a grin, you slide your hands around his waist, down his ass, and into the back pockets of his jeans, biting your lip when you watch his eyes darken at your boldness, while you preen in the easy confidence that fits him even better than these jeans.

‘Hell yeah, you do.’

Note: Thank you for this super cute prompt @undercoverpena! I tweaked it a little bit, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless ❤️ AND I've been dying to put Joel in this ensemble, thank you for making my dreams come true 😘

[razzzzberrysorbet]

So uhhhh this is my first post lemme know if you liked it or want more!

My Modern! Atwow Headcanons!!!!!

Includes: Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri,,Tsireya, Ao’nung +y/n ofc 💜

(I edited this btw so if you alr read this and it’s different that’s why 😉😉)

Neteyam:

Darker skin then lo’ak

He had dreads about shoulder length

Probably has his hair tied up alot

Baggy cargo pants + hoodie/baggy tee are his go to!!!!!

Can def see him thrifting

Not really a teachers pet but is very respectful and does his work! Is a fav amongst teachers

Is probably in a bunch of advanced classes

Can see him doing track in the spring and football in the fall

Puts his jersey in your locker so you can wear it when you go to his games!!!!!!

Can he him being pretty toned and lean rather than buff

Tall😉😉😉😉

Is such a sweetheart to everyone!!!!! He loves helping people, very nice person (mom taught him well)

Can see him working at a sneaker store + lifeguarding in the summer with Lo’ak

Skincare queen 🩷🩷🩷

He loves when you come over so you guys can do face masks and watches movies (bro needs to confess already)

Is popular at school but I feel like he would be oblivious to the fact almost the whole school knows him😭

If his class is close he will wait outside of the room so he can walk you to class!!!!(so nice)

Out of all his friends he probably talks to you the most

Is so smiley around you!!!

Is so oblivious to other people’s crushes on him it’s kind of annoying

Smells soooo😫😫😫😫😫😫

Lo’ak

Is a class clown for sure 😬😬😬😬

But he’s actually really funny!!

Is best friends with like all of his teachers

Def listens to rap or soul/funk

Sneakerheaddddd

WEARS NIKE TECH U CANT CHANGE MY MIND!!!!!!!!

Light skin

Keeps his dreads short

Can see him having sum blondes pieces tooooo

He is totally a “where my hug at” and “hey mamas” type😪

Screams “AYO WHERE MY HUG AT” from across the hall way sometimes Tsireya will run away from him😭😭

Basketball + Track 😛

Probably only keeps his grades up so he can keep playing sports….

Has many friends very popular!!!!!!

His snap score is like a million 🥲

Gaslights the teachers into thinking he doesn’t have his AirPods in

Is loud…..

Is a trash talker during 🏀 fosho and is extra with celebrating

Honestly has THE WORST diet but somehow is really fit?

Checks himself out and flex’s 24/7 💪 💪

Is actually pretty famous on tiktok????

Charlie Damelio who????😍😍😍

Kiri

Earth tones on her>>>>>>

Pretend to not to know lo’ak😭

Sleeps in all her classes yet is passing???

Room filled with crystals/incense

Has like 2 or 3 close friends

Wears waist beads !!!!

Wolf cutttt

Probably dyes her hair lot

Sassy queen

RBF for sure

Is such an artsy person can see her painting and sculpting

Has her 1,000 year old beat up converses 💀

Keeps trying to get you and neteyam together!!!!!

Not super popular or into popularity tbh

Her desks are always covered in random drawings

“🙄”go to face 😭😭😭😭

Tsireya

Is actually the sweetest girl ever!!!!

Such a girls girl

Def has a big sweet tooth and alot of candy

Gifting is her love language

Does very well in her classes!!!!! Can see her doing extra curriculars too!!!!!

I see her doing volleyball and dance w/you

You and her are besties for life!!!!!

You guys have been dancing together forever!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Does lo’aks makeup/ he pretends to not like it but is secretly loving it

She deff loves pastels and pink!

Omg her makeup and outfits are so cute!!!!

Loves matching with Lo’ak and you ofc

People pleaser to the max just wants people to like her🩷

Has 3 or 4 close friends but she’s honestly friends with everyone!!

You guys talk one time now she’s saying hi to you everyday 😭🥹🩷

Very girlie and feminine

Her room came straight from Pinterest

Polynesian baddieeeeee

Never ever excludes anyone makes people feel so loved

Cheers for lo’ak at his basketball games

Tries to convince you neteyam is crushing on you

Sleepovers with her 😚😚😚😚

Ao’nung

Um RBF much????

Since you and Tsireya are childhood besties that means you and Ao’nung have known each other for so long!!!

Whenever you are over in tsireyas room he will come in and flex in her mirror 😒

Basketball for sureeeee

Parents forced him into learning piano and hes actually so good???

Might not seem like it but such a caring brother

Oh no?? Tsireya forgot her lunch

Don’t worry! Ao’nung already brought it!

She needs money? He’s handing her his wallet while rolling his eyes “🙄🫴💳 “

He’s honestly so protective over you

Barely tries in class but is super smart

Probably wears muscle tanks to school-

Plays basketball with Lo’ak in thier driveway

Ok but his biceps….

Quiet but known 🩷

Is friends with neteyam but mostly for your sake

Sarcastic king

Lifeguarding + teaching swim lessons

Deffffff wears puka shell necklaces

He’s pretty tall and teases you for being short

Natural smirk 😫😫

Triangle method ummmm???????😧😧😧

Always offered to get you something whenever he goes out

“Hey im going to the gas station, want anything??”

Has all of ur baby pics😭😭😭😭

Plssss ur so embarrassed whenever he shows Neteyam

(Sorry if that was long lolll)

Y/n(you)

U and tsireya do/did dance together 🩷

Omgggg there are so many videos of you guys dancing

Straight A student cuz ur a baddie

Oblivious to neteyams fat crush on you?????

Jewelry Jewelry Jewelry

Ao’nung and Neteyam probably have ur bracelet on their wrists

Ur house is THE ultimate hang out spot

You and lo’ak do so many tiktok dances together 😭😭

You always cling onto neteyams arm when you guys walk together don’t let ao’nong see🫣

Unlimited amounts of clothes…….

Y/n ur literally so popular and you don’t know it!!!!

Helppppp you have guys falling to ur knees 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️

Lip syncing queen?????

Everyone loves you you’re so sweet and genuine🩷🩷

Ur photo album is full of pictures of all your friends

Wearing neteyams jersey to his games (y/n how have you not figured it out yet????)

I see you working with tsireya and Kiri at the mall

Dancing your whole life your so good!!!!!

AirPods in 24/7

Girl you got so many boys wrapped around your pinky how to you do it??????

Weekly hangouts with neteyammm

Omggg k ur baby pics are all over tsireya and ao’nungs house like?????

You and the girls filming Grwms😭😭

U love kids and babies (tuk)

Um imma need that workout/makeup/skincare routine pls 😁😁🤲🤲🤲🤲

(You can totally change dance to whatever sport/hobby you want I just put dance cuz I love it!)

[cicobuffs]

that pic of…preachers daughter!reader and patrick going to the lake, that being the first time she sees a guy half naked…she's seen guys take their shirt off during football practice maybe?? but patrick just awakens something in her…like woah, the body hair, shes very obviously flustered, tries not to stare…FAILS! bc patrick makes sure she looks straight into his eyes, grabs her and basically squishes her into his body. went to the diner her family goes to after church, the regulars there do a double take, the preachers daughter with that zweig boy?!? alright…they order food, eat and giggle and then for dessert, a milkshake for the two, like those cheesy couples (but they're not really a couple…?)patrick ties the stem of the cherry making her blush, kisses her after, leaving hand in hand. she comes back home rosy-cheeked (from the sun?, from staring at patrick?)- Preachers daughter anon :3 (im gonna be sending you a bunch of stuff sorry!! (not really))

ANONNN ILY!!!!!!!

ooooo the lake imagery i could cry rn…like reader is just like shell shocked because it’s sooo different than seeing the football team at the corner of her eye while watching friends cheerleading practices in high school. or even movies that she had to sneak watch when she was at a sleepover like… this is real life. and not to mention that her and patrick have this weird relationship going on where there’s no spoken agreement/confirmation that they’re boyfriend-girlfriend but he damn well treats her like a girlfriend so there’s that added, deeply apparent tension. ikkk that man is touchy as fuck too so he’s definitely pulling her to him and swinging an arm around her or pulling her by the waist into the lake with him and she can just feel that heaviness in her cheeks grow more and more.

like they are like the situationship final boss to me 😭 like not dating but they do the most couple shit and everyone’s confused because one. reader comes from the family that basically rears the religious community in town like she is giving out the communion wafers every sunday so why the hell is she with patrick and two. i imagine every good christian mother wanted their son to be with the preachers daughter and readers mother wanted her to likewise be with the aforementioned good christian boy but she’s getting in a car with patrick zweig instead…likeee.

[killerkatsmeow]

Headcanon: Bruce adopting a civilian teenage girl.

I always thought she’d have ties to Bruce one way or another - either through her single-parent household (her mom works for him) or she has an internship at Wayne Enterprises. In the case of an internship, she’s eager to work and learn but still manages to keep things young and fun. 

Loves Alfred because wow, its her first time meeting a Brit and what kind of name is Pennyworth? I personally feel like she'd be closest to Alfred, she's most comfortable with him. Say she gets arrested/stuck at GCPD...she is NOT calling Bruce for help. She's calling Alfred and begging him to come get her and to not tell Bruce. She wakes up early to help Alfred in the kitchen, she's following him around and pestering him with questions. As an inside joke, she's bringing him a penny and some other thoughtful gift for his birthday. Because...Pennyworth.

Oh, she REFUSES to go to Gotham Academy, she is a P.S. 181 girl through and through. Why would she choose to be around those stuffy, asshole, rich kids anyway? She has all she needs at her public school: all of her friends are there, she's Cheer/Dance Capitan, she receives every party invite known to man...what could Gotham Academy possibly give her besides a complex and a reason to see a psychotherapist? Yeah, no fucking thanks. No fucking way.

The Wayne Manor... She remembers the drive up there and how she was...floored by how nice and vintage and regal and almost scary the place looked. So expensive, how could anyone feel like it was home. She's greeted outside by Bruce and Damian - Bruce wears a smile, Damian is indifferent. She is lost for words pretty often - the tall ceilings, the intimidating portraits...it's all so fancy and a far cry from the 2 bedroom apartment she shared with her mother.

Dinner that night was grand and boasted many guests - family and close friends, Bruce said. She meets Dick, he's charming, polite, and sinewy. Everyone is Gotham knows him, his tragic backstory. Then there's Barbara: she's kind, seems smart but maybe it's the glasses, and uses elbow crutches. Then there's Duke - he seems nervous but is happy to make her acquaintance. Tim has dark under eye circle, yawns a bit, but introduces himself and listens to her patiently. There's another girl who is the most excited at the table to meet her - her name is Stephanie. She smiles, shakes her hand at the speed of a humming bird, and asks a million questions. She only stops when Cass places a hand on her shoulder, she doesn't speak much (a fact Damian explains beforehand) but shakes her hand no less.

It's not until the following week that she meets Jason. She's lounging by the pool, magazine in hand as music plays from her bluetooth speaker when she sees him. He's flanked by the boys as they walk towards the basketball court, their competitive chatter fills the air. He's big - muscular and the tallest of the bunch. He spares a glance over his shoulder and she feels like her heart just stopped. He's beautiful. His eyes are narrowed and kinda intimidating, a shiny blue-green color. He doesn't look back again as they head to the court but just the one glance was enough for her.

Her friends at school know about Jason, they wanna see him for themselves. She begs and begs Bruce to allow her to have a sleepover with her 2 closest friends and after some convincing, he agrees. The girls spend most of the night swimming, baking cookies once Alfred retires from the kitchen, singing karaoke in her generously sized room. The highlight of the night comes when Jason come riding in on his motorcycle - they watch from the window as he dismounts. Strong hands pull his helmet off his head, broad sexy shoulder flex as he stows it away. The girls giggle and coo, mouths drop as they watch the big man walk towards the door. They're safe looking at him from this window they think, flirty compliments can't reach his ears from where they stood but suddenly he looks up, making full eye contact with her again. The girls drop down out of sight, gasping and giggling because of course, they'd get caught ogling.

The girls make comments about her having a "rich dad" when she comes to school with nicer shoes, an expensive backpack, etc. She hates it. "Bruce is not my father." She'll roll her eyes. Her friends ask if he'll adopt her, a topic she'd rather not broach. "No way, how can I marry Jason if we're related?" It's a joke she only...somewhat means and it makes her friends laugh and it practically erases the idea of her getting adopted from the conversation.

She has no clue about the Batfam - the whole vigilante thing. She's clueless but it's hard to believe. She makes these comments that has the fam clenching their holes in shock/fear/anticipation. "It's not like Batman's gonna save me" when she gets herself into a jam or is in need of intervention with schoolwork she cares none for. "Aww, you two are like Batman and Robin." Mockingly when the boys team up for a lame ass burn or zinger against her. "Red Hood is hotter than Nightwing." Overheard as she walks around the house, gabbing to her friends. There's been some close calls like her walking past the secret entrance to the cave right when Bruce, Damian, or Alfred step in or out of it. She doesn't understand the silence her jokes are met with sometimes but she just assumes money makes you a bit boring and stuffy. Just look at Damian.

She loves to read and she spends hours in the library though if Damian is in there, she avoids the place. One day, she has a coffee in hand and she's excited to sit on the plush chaise by the ladder and read that first edition Virginia Woolf she found. She opens the French doors, her feet moving forward before she stops in her tracks. There's Damian, legs crossed with a book splayed in his lap. She sighs, groaning inwardly because Virginia will have to wait. She turns to leave when Damian calls out to her. "You don't have to go." His voice still sounds so condescending but his face, when she turns to see him, his face holds none of that. He seems nice and honest. "You're not the most...welcoming presence in the house." She says, not moving from her spot. Damian sighs, closing his book and rising from his seat on a the davenport. "I know. But..." He doesn't finish the sentence, only waves around the library before walking past her. That was the start of a fairly interesting friendship for the two of them.

She takes the time to learn some ASL because she's under the impression that Cass is deaf or mute. She engages with Cass as much as she can, showing off the new words and phrases she's learned. She gets to be fairly good at it that she even considers taking the interpreter certification exam. So, you can imagine her surprise when, while on a hike, Cass responds to her signing with a full-fledged sentence. Then another one. And another one. Surprise isn't the word, neither is shock. But once she settles into the truth, the two break out into a fit of laughter.

Sneaking out of Wayne Manor is a bitch but she loves to do it! Sometimes she's grounded - the why is ever-changing - and sometimes, she knows Bruce and Alfred would hate her late night partying. She's opening her window and shimmying down a trellis as her friends wait outside of the manor gate off to the side and just out of sight. She hates hopping the gate, her hands are too precious for the scraping so for a few days she's been pushing a ladder closer and closer to the sweet spot of the gate. Sometimes she comes back to Bruce outside the front door in a robe with knitted brows and a set jaw, other times it's a silent treatment a t breakfast. She feels guilty sometimes, but mostly only when's he's caught. She wonders how they know, tells her friends there has to be a security camera. If only she knew.

[n0t-evenhere]

Heyyyy✂✂✂

What if MC just had to sit on Ray's belly so they can lick his Adams Apple (omg bro I need Ray sb rn)

Do you think Ray did self harm when he was with steel

Do you think ray would know what the Omegavirs is would he actually listen to MC explaining it would he be scared

Would ray know what hentai is and watch it with MC (I found out what it is and is scared)

What will Rays hormone monster look and be like?

What if MC jumps on top of Ray like raccoon style

What if Mc hides rays stuff and runs away

What if MC makes Ray come to a sleepover with like a whole bunch of people and watch horror movies

What if Mc drags Ray for no reason

What if Mc cat fights with Ray just to be mad and runs away to their friends house

What if Mc makes Ray come with them to their musical where MC has to kiss like 5 people in it (I forgot the name)

BYYEEE BYEE✂✂✂✂✂✂

Welcome welcome my feral friend!

Oh my lanta! You feral beast! 😂 do you remember how it’s said that Ray can serve it but struggles to receive? Welp, you got him locked down. A mess; shocked, absolutely bamboozled, absolutely horndog! Yea, after that you ain’t getting back up, whether you stay sitting or under him. Either way, best of luck to you.

Honestly, the second question, I feel like it’s possible he did; I wouldn’t put it past him. Even worse, if Rick (steel sheriff, made up name I gave him. Fits the bill in my mind) caught him. He’ll be…cruel. Hed mercilessly make fun of him, I wouldn’t put it past Rick to even make up a chant about it. Rick is a cruel cruel man. Teen Ray was easily hurt. Until he wasn’t.

He definitely is not an online man, he can hardly look at himself in the media, like…yuck. He had no idea fan fictions existed until we showed him. He wasn’t thrilled at first until he decided to turn your master plan on you. In short, there is NO way he’d have any idea what omega verse is. Not gonna lie, if the fan fiction freaked him out, this definitely will but, he’ll listen anyway. He nod and hum while thing. “Who the hell comes up with this kind of stuff?” This man doesn’t need to touch grass because he IS the grass.

…I…I just looked up what hentai is. I’ve heard of it but never looked further than that…got a google definition, (rip search history) if fabrication isn’t for him and omega stuff freaks him out, this ain’t it either. Like…he’s not with that. He ain’t watching that with you. 😂

Sorry to say but, never watched the he’d the show, don’t know much about it besides little ads. I’m not qualified to answer this question. 😭 didn’t even know there weee different ones.

Hey, similar to regular jumping on him, he’ll try to find a way to embarrass you a little. Leaving you hanging there like a raccoon. Maybe if he’s feeling kind hell catch you and spin you around in a hug.

You hide his stuff again? You’ve got five seconds to spill before he hold you down and makes you tell him, he’ll get it out of you one way or another. Sure he could read your mind but, where is the fun in that? If there’s time, he’ll drag it out of you. Tickle you till you are in pain and begging him to stop because it hurts now. 😔

If you invited him to a sleep over and watched horror movies all night, (which sounds so fun, down it before, watched all the Halloween movies thing.) Imagine him just pulling you onto his lap as you guys watch the movies. 😭 every ones in a whole you guys have to switch positions of sitting because he and you can’t sit still. Eventually he’ll fall asleep, man can’t pull an all nighter. (Wuss) he’s got a job that’s demanding. He’ll hold your hand in his sleep as you stay up watching the movie. 😖

Dragging Ray, come on, there are very few thing you could say or do to hurt his feelings. Hell just be amused you are trying.

Cat fight! Again! Nah, you aren’t running away after that. He won’t allow it, not unless you’re actually upset, even then he might not let you go. You don’t get to be petty and walk away like you’re free to do whatever. Yea. Nuh uh. You get back here. Grab you by the scruff of your neck deals. Prepare yourself! Another wrestler hold in bound!!!!

I love musicals, don’t worry you get kiss by five other dudes in the show? Yea, he knows it’s just a show but, it will take five kisses maybe six to replace all those kisses that weren’t from him. You are not escaping this, he must replace those kisses from others with his own. In way, think of it as disinfecting you lips with lysol but he is the Lysol. 😂 pucker up butter cup.

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Your headcanons give me life!! Can I ask for your headcanons of Mikey? Sorry if you have already done it before!

I actually think this is the first time people have asked for Mikey which is surprising! I have a bunch for him!

Anyone who sleeps in the same bed as him is getting cuddled. He just instinctively moves towards the warmth and clings to them.

Thinks everyone is teasing him when they praise his singing

Still occasionally calls Baji by his Edward nickname (normally when he's feeling overly playful)

Loves snowball fights and assumes everyone else does too (will throw a surprise snowball at you)

When at sleepovers with the founders, they usually bet on if Mikey or Pah will fall asleep first.

The first time his toman friends heard him say "please" is when he was desperately asking them for some of their food. (After they said no the first time, he sighed then suddenly got serious and just said "please"

Shinichiro used to get him out of bed by stealing his covers 

He continued to tease Draken about coming to him for Emma's birthday advice for months after

Butterflies are very attracted to him, they land on him a lot

Has tried to ask Baji for a piggyback ride many times before but stopped after Baji dropped him one time.

In the good timeline he pouts after losing a race. (He also eats taiyaki before every race because it's "good luck")

Sometimes while sleeping at school, he'll talk in his sleep (Draken always glares at the other students and teachers if they dare turn around to look at Mikey)

Will beat up guys if he catches them hassling girls

When they were younger he was always very confused about the tv shows and magazines Emma was interested in. Used to question everything (and generally be annoying) along with Baji. "If hello kitty is a cat then why does she have her own cat?" "Mikey, I'm trying to watch this!"

Is a terrible baker because he eats half the ingredients 

Can be a bit possessive as a partner, clinging to you and loudly declaring you're his in a room full of people.

Refuses to fight Senju in the good timeline, she keeps chasing him declaring a spar while he keeps running off (Sanzu and Baji normally end up holding her back so Mikey can run)

If he drops food on the floor he will pick it back up quickly and still eat it, even if Draken tells him not to. 

Forgot about the first time he mey Chifuyu

In the good timeline he still kicked Kazutora's dad even though he now knew he wasn't a kidnapper

He first met Yumi a little bit after he met Pah and Peh. She went to go lecture him about beating them up.

One of the things he most looking forward to doing at the beach was building a sandcastle (with a flag of course)

At his own wedding, he steals the little bride and groom on the cake to play around with them

Had a race car bed as a child at one point

And finally, when he confesses to someone he panics a little bit on what to say and ends up calling them his taiyaki/flag/blanket. He was meant to say he loves them but instead names something else that he loves. It still turns out to be quite sweet though.