#with him to some song n she said they acted innocent but the song was abt sec or somethin. which. yknow. normal.
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#my mother. just. ughhhhhh.#i blessedly forgot until i went to my web browser and saw this picture and remembered why i was looking for it#so anyway rambling now.#she suddenly wanted to talk abt like a stray kids video she saw where whatshisface was trying n failing to got two other people to dance#with him to some song n she said they acted innocent but the song was abt sec or somethin. which. yknow. normal.#sex*#n anyway i wouldnât care but she started the conversation by talkin abt the song name or something what was it? together?#wired?#NO.#it was connected that was the song#anyway she decides to preface this conversation by explaining to me what KNOTTING IS#EW#admittedly she was a lot nicer about it than google was when i first heard abt it like three weeks ago#but FUCK did i NOT want to have that conversation#N A S T Y#and btw if you dont know what knotting is then donât google itâs not important
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àŒ INTO IT B. CHAN !
PAIRINGâ° â best friend!Chan x blackfem!reader
synopsis: having a crush on your best friend Chan couldnât be hidden anymore.
genre: angst , smut
warning: foul language, reader uses she/her prns, reader is black coded, some fluff, unprotected sex (pls donât do this), creampie, rough sex, praise kink, softdom!chan, pet names ( bunny & baby, but mainly bunny! ), pussy drunk Chan, Chan is HUGE (sorry not sorry), aftercare, let me know if thereâs more !
a/n: requested by @penny44224 ! I finally finished thiss! this only took long because my computer was acting up and I got it fixed last week so sorry for the slow updates. Iâm also trying a new style hope you guys like it đđ«¶đœ
âFuck, Iâm nervous.â You smoothed out your outfit after you stepped out your car. Checking your reflection on your car windows, your hair looked fine and so does your makeup. Your heels clicking on the concrete floor as you made your way towards the house. The further you got to the door, the louder the music got. You could immediately recognize the song, tgif by glorilla playing.
Twisting the doorknob you was instantly greeted by the smell of weed and alcohol. People dancing and just vibing. You grabbed your phone out your purse to text your friend Mina again to see where she was at.
y/n: Mina, wya Iâm here?
Mina: finally girl, Iâm in the back outside with the rest.
y/n: okay!
Putting your phone away back in your purse, you started to move through people, saying excuse me along the way. âDamn, canât sayââ You were about to go off on the person that bumped into. When you turned around, you were met with Chan, your best friend looking down at you with a smile on his face. You almost lost your balance because damn, he looks good.
He could make a simple black outfit look so good. âSorry about that bunny, didnât see you.â Chan teased before giving you a hug. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach from the cute pet name he calls you all the time.
He pulled away from the hug taking in your outfit with a raised eyebrow. âWhat? I look bad.?â Your voice coming out softly caused Chan to shake his head. âNo no, you justâ wow, you look beautiful.â He complimented still staring at your appearance. You smiled muttering a small thank you, feeling shy about his compliment.
Chan snapped out his trance before clearing his throat, he grabbed your hand before saying, âi was on my way to get another drink, wanna come?â You moved closer to his face due to the fact you couldnât hear him since the music got even louder once the next song after party by Don Toliver played. âSay that again.â You said loudly over the music. He pulled you closer by the waist, moved his face closer to your ear and whispered lowly.
âYou coming with me or not?â He said before pulling away to look down at you. What he didnât know that you were going crazy on the inside from the way his voice deepened. He did that on purpose or are you trippin?
âU-uhm, yea Iâll go with you.â You didnât know where he was going to take you, but you really didnât care, âgood.â He gave you that famous innocent smile like he didnât just make you feel butterflies and took you further away from the people who were dancing and grinding.
Yall made your way to the kitchen, you could see two familiar faces chatting together while holding a red plastic cup in their hands. The beautiful man that had long blonde hair was the first to notice you two, his eyes slightly dazed, but they sparkled once seeing you and Chan coming towards them. âOmg youâre here!â You giggled as he made his way towards you, pushing Chan out the way and hugged you tightly.
âHi Felix.â You smiled embracing him as well before he let go to look at you. âDamn, you look fine as fuck, who you trying to get dick down by tonight?â Your eyes immediately widen before laughing once Chan delivered a punch to Felix shoulder causing him to glare at him while Chan did the same.
âYou look stunning y/n.â The voice coming behind Felix came in view as he smiled at you. âThanks Minho.â You smiled causing him to wink at you. âOk enough flirting you two.â Chan said playfully but firmly before pushing the two lightly out of your way so you could walk further into the kitchen.
You grabbed a red plastic cup and filled it a little bit of half and half. âNot in the mood to drink?â Chan watched your movements as he did the same, but filling the cup with more alcohol than fruit punch.
âYeaââ ây/n! There you are.â You peeked over Chanâs shoulder seeing your friend Mina walking towards you, smiling ear to ear. Her eyes soon averted towards Chan, eyes sparkling a little âHii Chan.â Mina voice came out smoothly in a flirtatious manner, that you ignored, wanting to believe your mind was playing tricks on you.
âHi Mina.â Chan didnât even glance her way, more focused on his cup, voice coming out nonchalant before taking a sip of his mixture that he created. Mina finally acknowledged you again and looked you up and down. âYou look..pretty.â She complimented.
âThank you?â You said, not really feeling the compliment, it felt fake? âI thought you were coming out back with me?â She tilted her head, grabbing a cup as well to get a drink.
âI was, but I bumped into Chan on my way andââ Mina gasped as she interrupted your sentence, she looked at Chan once again grabbing on his bicep before speaking again. âThat reminds me, Chan are you in the mood to play beer pong?â
âDamn, just going to interrupt her talking like that?â You could hear Minho voice laced with irritation in the back as he watched along with Felix leaning against the counter. Mina smacked her lips, giving Minho a dirty look, while Chan released her grip.
Minho never really liked Mina, but you told him before that sheâs a really good person and has a kind heart. âI donât know something iffy about her.â Minho once said a couple weeks ago when you and Jisung was out shopping for some things, Mina soon brought up into the conversation out of know where.
You honestly didnât know where this attitude was coming from, but you sure as well didnât have a good feeling about it. You being you still brushed it off, âItâs fine Minho.â You said calmly.
You didnât notice the way Mina rolled her eyes before looking back at Chan, waiting patiently for his answer. âIâll play if y/n plays.â Chan finally said looking at you with an unreadable expression. Mina gave a tight lip smile before giggling. âOf course sheâs playing silly, right y/n.â âUhmm, yea Iâm down.â You smiled, glancing at the still left over drink in your cup, âyou finish?â Chan asked softly.
You looked up at him nodding your head yes. Without a word he took your cup for you, âI can throw it away.â You said watching him switch the cup where your lip gloss stain wasnât on the ridge. âNah Itâs fine, I added a shit ton of alcohol in my cup.â He joked.
âOk enough smalll talk, letâs go!â Mina was quick to grab both yours and Chan hand dragging the both of you out the kitchen. You look back to see Minho and Felix trailing right behind.
You could hear laughter and shout as soon as you stepped outside. You could see the rest of your friends already playing beer pong. Changbin was the first to notice yâall, he instantly smiled, âlook whoâs finally here!â Changbin came up to you and and Chan, giving you a tight hug which you excepted with a warm smile gracing your face.
âYou wanna play beer pong?â Changbin released his grip on you and dapped up Chan, waiting for your answer. âShe already agreed bin.â Mina said for you, pulling you closer towards her after Chan moved away from her.
âI wasnât asking you Mia.â âItâs Mina.â She replied glaring at him, âwhatever.â You stifled your laughter at their bickering, Mina held up her hand dismissing Changbin before looking at you. âYou and me are playing first.â She grinned linking her arm around yours, dragging you away from your friends.
You could see Seungmin and Hyunjin having an intense round while Han watches keeping score. Han eyes shift towards you and Mina, smiling that big smile he waved at you both. âLook whoâs here!â Han shouted causing Hyunjin to lose his focus and miss one of Seungminâs cup. Hyunjin groaned earning a cocky smirk from Seungmin and a sorry look from Han who received a glare in return.
âDrink up or spill a secret.â Seungmin teased waiting patiently for Hyunjin to make a decision. Hyunjin doesnât back away from a challenge so he shrugged his shoulders answering without any fear. âI slept with your cousin two weeks ago.â
âOK! anyone next to play.â Han cut the tension short as Seungmin was ready to pounce on Hyunjin. âIs that why you have been texting me asking about her!- yah, come here.â Seungmin grumbled something in Korean before trying to get ahold of Hyunjin who only ran away laughing. He saw you and instantly hid behind you. âY/n, get him! Heâs trying to kill me.â You shook your head as Seungmin got closer.
âI would to if you slept with my cousin.â âBut we like each other, itâs not like I hit and quit, thatâs not like me.â Hyunjin retorted, letting out a yelp in the process as Seungmin finally reached him, putting Hyunjin in a headlock while he apologized profusely.
âHe was so cocky while saying that, now look at him.â Chan said smiling while shaking his head, watching the scene unfold.
âHan me and y/n want next.â Mina pulled you over towards the table going to the opposite side. âDo you know how the rules work?â Han asked looking at you. You shook your head no, letting Han explain the rules âOk so, we do beer pong our own way by shooting a ball in the other personâs cup, if you miss you drink or tell a secret. If you donât miss, the other person has to drink or tell a secret.â You took in the information, understanding the rules before smiling.
âThat sounds easy.â The game was going fairly smoothly, you were surprised by how many cups you got the ball in. Han, the rest of your friends and others watched intensely as Mina and you came down to a few more cups.
You felt pressured because even though music was playing loudly and people having fun, it felt like it got quiet. You focused on the cup you were aiming for and shot it lightly. âFuck.â You mumbled, watching the ball bounce away from the cup, you glanced to see Mina smirking.
âGo ahead. Spill a secret.â
Her words were taunting you, she looked you in the eyes, communicating with you causing you to gulp down hard on your own saliva while feeling eyes watching you.
You were quick to pick up the cup ready to put your lips on it and down the drink that was inside, just to get over with it. âOh come on y/n, I know you have a juicy secret to tell.â Mina was not looking at you anymore with playful eyes it felt like she started to get irritated.
âI-I donât know what youâre talking about.â You replied voice coming out in a small whisper.
âOh but I think you do.â Mina watched as you hesitantly glanced over at Chan, embarrassment creeping up your skin as you felt like all attention was on you.
âMina I think youââ Han reached out to Mina trying to get her to stop, but she wouldnât budge, in fact she was determined for you to say it. The secret that you and Mina only know, the one thing that you trusted her with if anything. You felt your lips start to tremble as you stayed silent. Pleading with your eyes to Mina, but it only made her annoyed further.
âSince youâre being so scared Iâll say it,â Mina took one look at Chan, grinning proudly. âY/n has a crush on you Chan.â
Instant heartbreak. It felt like your whole body froze and your stomach had dropped. You felt the tears welled up in your eyes feeling betrayed as Mina scoffed at you. âCan you believe that? Out of all people, you have a crush on Chan!â She clapped her hands meanwhile everyone around you stood in complete silence watching the scene unfold.
You could hear low whispered around you and small laughter being passed around, âMina what the fuck is wrong with you.â Seungmin was the first to break the silence, eyes filled with anger.
âOmg, we were all thinking it,â she turned back to you making sure you understood everything she was saying. âYou knew I like Chan, yet you still want him? Face it, he would never date you.â You let her words sink in and you immediately let the first tear slide down your cheek, that was enough before your feet could finally move and head straight to the door.
Not even glancing at anyone else especially Chanâs eyes, ignoring him calling your name as your main goal was to go home and never come back.
The sound of heavy rain tapped against your window and music playing in the background along with it to help you stop thinking about what happened twenty minutes ago at the party. You felt your tears never stop as you packed your clothes inside two different suitcases. You couldnât stay, not after such embarrassment, you just couldnât.
Knowing Chan witnessed everything, such a vulnerable moment had you crying even more. Zipping up your suitcase, you paused the song that was playing on your tv before carrying both suitcases by the door leaving them there. Before you could turn around and finish with your other stuff, a hard knock was coming from your door, startling you because you wasnât expecting anyone. You didnât even get a call or text that someone would be coming.
You looked through the peep whole to see who it was, âChan?â You opened the door seeing Chan standing there all soaked, breathing hard, and eyes staring into your soul. You looked at him confused not finding any words to say.
âAre you not going to let me in?â He sounded out of breath, but his tone was in a teasing manner. Snapping out your trance you stepped aside letting him step inside your apartment. Chan took notice of your suitcases, letting out a sigh while placing his shoes to the side before turning towards you. All playfulness leaving his body as he stood there soaked and serious.
You hate to admit that he looks good right now. You felt shy in front of him, you couldnât even look him in the eyes. Too nervous to do so.
âSo thatâs it, youâre going to leave because of what Mina said.â Was he angry? Of course he was angry, âlook Chan I already have been embarrassed enough tonight, justâ please donât scold me.â Your voice trembled as you finally looked up at him, tears glossing your eyes. Chan face dropped moving closer towards you, gracing your face with his cold hands that somehow brung a sudden warm feeling to your body.
âI would never scold you I justâŠdonât want you to leave.â He whispered wiping the tear that managed to escape your pretty eyes. âI donât want you to leave me.â You couldâve sworn Chan eyes flickered from your lips back to your eyes.
âB-But Mina was right.â Your voice died down as Chan shook his head no, looking at you with an unreadable look. âFuck Mina and whatever she said to you at the party, she doesnât know shit.â Chan let go of your face, but never once step away from you.
âSheâs not the one I want.â
Your heart started to beat faster at Chanâs words. âSheâs not?â âNo and sheâll never be.â Chan smiled as he let you put two and two together. Chan laughed as pulled you even closer than before, his words finally dawned on you.
âI want you bunny.â There go that nickname again, the smirk that graced his face and his eyes shifting to something different. Love and lust. You felt like you were dreaming, this couldnât be real. âI donât know what to say-.â You gulped as Chan leaned his face in, whispering to you, âYou donât have to, just let me show you how much I need you.â
Chan was serious and he was definitely going to prove to you that he wants you. It took you a minute to nod your head yes, but only one second for Chanâs lips to be yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you with so much passion and love.
The kiss turned eager as you both went further and further to your bedroom. Along the way, Chan placed hot kisses along your neck, releasing pleasurable moans from your lips. You combed your hand in his wet hair as he picked you up and placed you on your bed softly. He stood there, lips red and eyes filled with lust, drinking in your appearance.
âYou look beautiful baby.â You felt like he was undressing you with his eyes, without any shame he got on top of you, kissing your lips once again. âIâve waited for this moment for so long.â He mumbled against your lips, hands roaming your body with need. âMe too.â You whispered causing Chan to smile before pulling away.
âYeah? Iâm sorry I took so longâŠâ He looked at you with so much love and affection. âDonât be sorryâ just..please I need you Chan.â Your voice grew needy, not realizing that you started to grind on his leg in the process. âShit. Youâre driving me crazy bunny.â Chan leaned up disregarding his wet shirt that was sticking to his body. You gawked at the sight of his abs flexing and glistening.
You couldnât believe you were finally seeing him up close like thisâon top of you at that. You pulled him down by his belt to kiss you more, breaking the kiss from time to time to help you take off your clothes. âEager huh?â Chan teased earning a whine from you as you laid bare underneath him, only leaving your panties on.
âOf course I am, I need you so bad.â You confessed watching as he played with the Lacey material of your underwear in a teasing manner, loving the reaction you give him from doing so. Chan placed a kiss on your thigh before dragging your panties down and off your body, spreading your legs for you, he hummed at the sight of your glistening cunt presented to him.
âFuck, what a pretty pussy you have.â He whispered, moving his thumb down to tease your clit causing you to jump a little from the sudden contact, his hands felt cold making you shiver as your legs almost closed. With his free hand he held one of your leg open, looking up at you, âkeep your legs open.â It was more of a demand than a request. You listened, watching in awe as he came closer, wasting no time replacing his thumb with his mouth. âFuck! Chan.â Mouth gaping open as Chan held you closer to his mouth.
Lapping up every bit of your arousal with a satisfied groan. Chan eyes pierced up at you during the process, watching the way your back arched, eyes rolled back, and mouth wide open releasing those beautiful moans he loves to hear.
You placed your hand into his hair gripping tightly making him groan from the impact and sending vibrations to your pussy. The feeling felt so unreal to you, your brain felt blank. âS-Shit Chan.â You whined, finally looking down to see him now with his eyes closed as he fucked you on his tongue. âFeels so good.â
You felt the knot in your stomach causing you to whine more, Chan never faltering as he gripped your thighs tight, determined for you to cum on his tongue. âMâgonna cum!â You warned mouth going slack as Chan entered two of his fingers inside of you, bringing you closer to your release and lips attached to your sensitive bud.
You screamed his name while Chan watched your body washed over with pleasure, back arched off the bed and beautiful cries leaving your lips trying to calm down. He pulled away from you completely, lips and chin glistening with your arousal. He looked good.
Chan stood at the foot of your bed, teasingly taking off his belt. You watched with shaky deep breaths, waiting so patiently that he smiled. Tugging his pants down, you were met with the sight of his black boxers doing a poor job at hiding his bulge. Chan watched you crawl closer towards him, having a mind of your own you reached out for him. Helping him take off the last layer of clothing for him. Chan hissed at the feeling of his cock finally being released and met with the cold air from your room.
Your mouth was practically drooling and your eyes wide with fascination. You knew he was big, your dirty mind always reminded you every time you see this man, but you werenât expecting him to be this big. It honestly scared you, but in a good way.
âYouâre just going to stare bunny, or help me out.â Chan tilted his head staring down at you with so much desire in his eyes. You muttered a small yes before wrapping your small hand around his cock causing him to immediately moan.
You pumped him a few times, feeling how heavy he feels in your hand before wrapping your pretty lips around his pink tip. Chan watched you closely as you tried your best to take him at least half way, the way your eyes looked so innocent, but your actions clearly was the opposite of innocent, had Chan eager. âFuck, look at youâŠneed help hmm?â He smirked, already gripping the back of your neck while you laid flat on your stomach on the bed, for more comfort.
Mouth still full of him as he eased his way down your throat. Chan had to hold back from going too fast, afraid youâll get hurt, but the small rub on his thighs and a quick communication with your eyesâ all carefulness went out the window.
âYouâre fucking irresistible you know that.â Not holding back his moans as his hips snapped with each thrust in your mouth, âmouth feels- fuck, s-so good.â You were getting turned on even more hearing the sounds he was making. The whimpers and moans that left his lips, the wet sound of his balls slapping on your chin with each thrust made you go insane.
Strings of cuss words left his mouth from intense pleasure. The whole scene was messy, something you both enjoyed. Drool and spit coating his cock, dripping down your chin, and tears welling in your eyes.
Chan felt his stomach cave in, abs flexing as he look back down at you. âYou look so pretty like this bunny, your mouth was ah! made for me.â Chan felt so close that he had to pull away from you. Feeling oxygen come back, you coughed up spit trying to calm your breathing, pretty eyes looking up at him. He couldnât help it but lean down and kiss you with so much passion, not caring about the drool coating your chin and lips.
âNeed you to fuck me chan.â You said in between the kiss, growing more needy by the minute. Chan was quick to manhandle you in the position he wanted you in. Legs pushed all the way up, his hands resting on the back of your thighs to keep them there. Cock resting on your stomach, âlook how deep Iâm gonna be.â Chan would never admit out loud that he has a size kink, but the way you glanced down to see what he was talking about, pretty eyes going wideâ had his mind spinning. âFuck waitâ itâs not going to fit.â You looked so scared that Chan had to clam you down with kisses. âI promise Iâll go slow, ok?â
You shake your head yes, eyes still looking down between the two of you. âBunny,â finally looking up at him into his eyes, a silent communication letting you know he got you. Leaning his body in half way he distracted you with more kissesâhonestly he couldnât get enough of your lips.
âChan!â You gasped as you parted away from his lips, feeling him slowly entering inside of you. Only the tip and you somehow felt full. Eyebrows knitted, a surprised yelp leaving your lips, staring deep into your eyes he shook his head, âI know bunny, I know.â Chan was trying to control himself, he was only half way inâ the urge to snap his hips and fill you up in one go was tempting.
Chan hissed at the feeling of you sucking him in, your walls felt like heaven to him and it only made his desires fuel even more. He halt his movement to let you adjust, taking small breaths before signaling him to continue. Each painful push soon turned into pleasure, but what scared you was that he was only half way in. âF-Fuck youâre tight.â Chan groaned, eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, hips finally meeting your thighs as he was now fully inside of you.
Immediately kissing your cervix, you let out a shaky moan from feeling him deep inside you, âmhm faster Chan, please.â Your voice sounded so angelic to him that he gave you what you wanted without hesitation. âSound so pretty,â Chanâs hips moving with such smoothness in a fast pace, skin slapping and yâall moans mixed together, âMaking me feel- oh fuck! So good.â Chan let out the most pornographic moan as he gripped your thighs tighter, pushing them until your pussy was in perfect view.
Chan took one glance seeing how you wrapped around his cock with each thrust, the mixture of yours and his cum forming a ring at the base of his cock and abdomen made his body shiver. âyourâ fucking me so good.â You gasped, feeling Chan roll his hips feeding you deep strokes, glancing up at him, you can truly say he looked so fucking good.
His hair sticking to his forehead, eyes dazed, muscles flexing, and lips letting out the most toe curling words and moans to you. He was perfect. âLove it baby, love you so much.â He mumbled looking down at you, loving the feeling and wishing it never end.
You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down for a kiss, his hips never faltering during the process. Missionary felt so intimate, eyes filled with lust but so much love, staring into one another had both of you feeling weak. It was like this moment was bound to happened and you and him were loving every moment of it.
He made you forget everything, the party, your now ex friend that you wish you couldâve at least slapped before you leftâ everything except for Chan. And he made sure you didnât, with each thrust he was soon close to his breaking point, âChanâŠI-im ffuckkâ im close.â You warned, feeling him lock his hands with yours on the bed and his hips flattering slightly.
âMe too baby, me too.â He let out the loudest moans as he chased his high, the clapping sounds of skin and so much mixture of yours and his cum dripping from your cunt to your bed was such a unholy sight, but it felt so good. âFfuckk baby, fuckfuckfuck, I need to fill you up, be a good bunny for me and let me fill you up.â He used his free hand to rub fast circles on your puffy clit causing you to yelp.
Gulping down on your saliva, you nod your head, âfill me up please.â How could you say no when he moaned and whimpered so beautifully, it honestly made the knot in your stomach snap as you finally reached your climax, along with Chan painting your walls with his white thick cum. You shivered at the feeling, chest puffing up and down.
Chan let go of your hand before leaning back, holding your hips to keep you still. âD-donât move..still so much.â He said shyly, biting his lips while closing his eyes. Registering on what he just said you leaned up on your elbows to get a look only to be met with such a sticky mess. âOh.â Was all you could say, he rubbed your tummy and finally pulled out slowly hissing along the way before watching a lot of his cum leave your pussy.
âGodâ let me go get a rag before I fuck you again.â Chan got up off the bed smiling from hearing your small laughter, trying to shy away by using a pillow to cover your face.
Only a minute passed and Chan was back with a rag in hand. âOpen.â He softly command, you hummed softly doing so and relaxed at the feeling of the warm rag on your skin. Your eyes wanting to close, but you tried your best to keep them open.
âChan..â he hummed softly, focusing on cleaning you up, but made sure you knew he was listening. âWhat does this make usâ I just want to make sure weâre on the same page.â You asked softly, heart throbbing at the feeling of him taking care of you.
âIâm your boyfriend who loves you.â He said seriously, finally looking at you with loving eyes and a smile gracing his face. âAnd youâre my loving girlfriend that loves me.â He teased earning a smile from you.
You both fell into a comfortable silence afterwards. Once Chan finished cleaning you up he carried you into your guest bedroom so you could sleep, since the sheets on your bed would be too uncomfortable to sleep on for obvious reasons.
He got in the bed after you tugging your body closer, resting your head in the crook of his neck.
âGood night bunny.â
âGood night Chan.â
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Coriolanus Snow x fem reader
Warnings: Smut, size difference
Context: what if Lucy Grey was forced to kill another tribute as it was down to the two of them and y/n kills Lucy and Snow gets caught with his actions of cheating and sent to distract 6 and meets the winner of the 10th hunger games?
As it was down to two tributes Lucy Grey and Y/n L/n Snow was anxious analyzing each step and preying hopefully Lucy could find a way to win as the snakes were close to Y/n she kept fighting, and her gorgeous hair looked still tactful she seemed innocent but her actions far from it using an axe and he own hands to fight back from dead tributes.
As snow thoughts raced he completely forgot to look at the screen until one sound came out a womanâs scream but..a voice he recognized, once he looked up at the screens he saw Lucyâs gray body lying with blood coming out from her body her dress and corset while the tribute who won y/n closed her eyes crying as she was almost disgusted with her actions and once she opens them she made sure to close Lucyâs a sweet act from a girl who used a salvage method to end anotherâs.
As he couldnât look anymore he heard words coming out of the TV âIâm s-sorry, Iâm so so-sorryâ the girl cried out so innocently at the moment she caused him to snap out the moment he turned his head seeing her mentor cheer and some cheered for them while some watched the screen feeling sympathy for the winner.
As she got up wobbly her hands so slim and skinny were stained with blood from what she knew Lucy and y/n were a bit smaller poor young girls in a hunt and both had hobbies that they were talented about Y/n was credited for her dancing skills and sung a little. So only after the events, Coriolanus was punished for cheating by Highbottem and sent to be a peacekeeper in District 7 where the winner of the 10th games lived.
After settling down he heard from fellow peacekeepers that down at the hub, there was gonna be a little celebration for y/n she had been very popular in her district he'd heard that she truly their angle, and when she was reaped it made everyone devastated, and hopeful something that drew the line between the two Lucy Grey was a girl that was forgetful for distract 12 while Y/n L/n was a name everyone knew a girl who could not be forgetful.
As he went with some peacekeepers he saw her up on the stage in a lovely flower dress Brown boots with roses on them hair half up half down pigtails ribbons holding them she fixed the mic and went back to her bass roses crested on the base red and white which caught his attention soon the remainder of the members came out and the music started to play people danced smiling giggling though his eyes were drawn to Y/n and who playing the bass she had and another girl who seemed like her sister singing in the mic together as Y/n had a sweet smile this wasn't the girl who had murdered cruelly this was a girl who had to fight for her life for people she cared about in the arena.
As they soon changed songs Y/n hopped off the stage to dance with people on the floor a few young children older fellow and some peacekeepers⊠âwould you like to dance Mister?â
He hadn't noticed her appear to him he was taller than the girl her hair was different from what he saw in arena hair (whatever your hair resembles color-wise) he was flushed with emotions but the only one he could think of was he was flustered âI uh don't know how to dance-â he said as he soon was interpreted with her sweet words that felt like honey âit's easy ill show yaâ she says as she took his hands to the floor as the music played she put his hands on her hips and her hands to his shoulders and instructs his feet as he watches her boots and her dress and her hair in the wind as she dances he was amazed by her moves and her beauty at the moment.
His face was ridden with pink he was so happy at that moment and before he knew it she had slipped away dancing with the next person as he sighed the feelings she had left him were strong know something he felt with LucyâŠbut stronger than it as he realizes a ribbon was in his hand the ribbon she had in her hair he soon put it in his pocket and watched from the sidelines, she soon went back up to play her bass and sing.
Something he was surprised about was that she started dancing on the stage with her sister smiling and giggling then after that they wrapped up their instruments and got ready to leave before Coriolanus knew it his legs moved on his own she was on the stage packing her bass kneeling struggling to close the case âgosh dang it!â he was blushing as he swallowed his nervous and spoke âNeed some help?â she jumped to the words spoken to her and turned her head softening to his words âYes, pleaseâ he got down on his knees beside her shutting the case âI'm Coriolanus Snowâ She beamed even brighter âWell nice to meet you Croyoâ his face felt warm to her nickname for him
As he carried out the case for Bass she had led him to her home and when he placed it down he smiled as she began to say goodbye âThank you again for bringing all the way home for me Croyoâ She then tippytoed her boots and kissed him on his cheek and smiled blushing then shutting the door.
(Time skip)
Y/n had opened up about the nightmares and panic attacks she gets about the games and the haunting faces of the people she had to murder the most regret she had for Lucy Grey making her cry into his arms in the moment he didn't even care about Lucy grey he was more into the fact he was able to hold Y/n he felt bad but felt a need to make her always run in his arms aomoem she can turn to the only person she can turn to. He felt that it wasn't needed to tell her about his past in the Capitol he knew at one point he'd tell her but not yet.
âCroyo I want to take the next step in our relationship,â she says blushing not being able to look him in the face âAll alright..â he says with a smug face but soon changes once she looks up at him as he runs light kisses down my cheek and jawline, his breath heated on my skin, making me quiver with happiness he began to unzip my dress leaving me in my custom undergarments with roses plastered on them I took him back a minute and then continued to take off his clothes until he was bare naked my eyes traced every bicep very ab and my face becomes red when I get to his âmy little rose petal~â he says as I look back up to his eyes as he smirks and unhooks my laced bra and panties giving myself to him.
His hands began to trace the curves of my body and then study each other's mouths, savoring the sensation of each other's warm bodies pressed tightly against one another. He was now holding my breast in his hands and then began to Lick them and bite on the nip causing me to shiver and moan out blushing then His Dick pressed against the crack of my thighs, stretching my yearning pussy open for him the comfort of his touch quickly entered throughout my body.
He slowly sank inside me, filling me, his movements slow and steady. The feeling of his dick in me made me flutter as he was able to see his member in my stomach making me even harder the thrill of each thrust drew me closer to my release, the peak growing within me with each succeeding pulse of his body against mine.
As my eyes rolled back into my skull, his big cock buried deep within me, a loud gasp from my lips as he buried himself even further inside me, his balls smacking against me âFuck you're so tightâ he moaned âSo close-e!â I moan as he nods and soon releases inside of me he kisses my forehead and falls on top of me as we both fall asleep to each other naked body.
âI love you y/n,â he says to me slumbering body waiting for a response then speaks again âYou're mine forever I'll never let you go I've already made that mistake once I won't let it happen again,â he says possessive holding y/n in his arms and closeting his eyes.
THE END THIS A ONE SHOT
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Is It Over Now? | Matt Murdock x Reader
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Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader ; (hinted) Frank Castle x Reader ; Elektra Natchios x Matt Murdock
Summary: Matt cheated on you, and you are trying to navigate through it.
Warnings: Angst, no happy ending, break-up, mention of cheating, song references (Taylor Swift), inspired by 'Is It Over Now?', (some) Matt "slander", (somewhat) suicidal thoughts, alcohol consumptions, hint at smut
Word Count: 1.7k
A/n: 1989 TV came out and I am losing my shit. Is It Over Now? Is my new favorite song and I just had a brain fart that made this. You can read this if you're a Swiftie and catch the references or just read it without listening to the song. It works either way.
It wasnât supposed to end like this.
To be fair, there was a time when you thought it would never end. The thought of ever having a last kiss with him would have killed you back then.Â
He told you that you were the love of his life. You believed him. He was yours, certainly. You canât deny that.
You were happy, you laughed and cried together, and part of you figured that if you ever broke up, you would find a way to work through it somehow.Â
Maybe in another universe, you are still together. Maybe in another universe, you two are still friends. Maybe in another universe, you never had to lose each other.
In this reality thoughâin this brutal, unforgivable realityâeverything changed in a matter of a day. And there is nothing you can do about it now.
Your flower was withering in secret, and you didnât realize what it was doing to you. Every time you woke up alone, every canceled date, every time he called you and told you he wouldnât make it home tonight, it was sure to build up to this.Â
But this, whatever the hell this is, it hurts beyond compare.Â
He said you were a rose, but now that you look in the mirror, you only see a rotten mess.
The past few months have done this to you. He has done this to you. The paper airplanes crashed and burned. There is nothing left but pure bitterness and this hatred you have toward yourself and him; you just want to land your fist in his face, and then maybe your own because how could he hurt you like that after making you love him so very much?Â
You loved him so much, but now you doubt he ever loved you back.Â
Date after date, coffee after coffee, nights spent together on his couch and in his bed, sharing laughter, sharing tears, it all feels like a hoax now.Â
You held him when he was unconscious, stitched him up and told him he was going to be okay. Where was he when you were bleeding out from your own battles? You wonder.
His smile used to be your safe haven, the epitome of innocence and strength, but now it only makes you angry. It makes you resent him. You shouldnât, you really shouldnât, but you still do.
So much has changed, and all it took was one day.Â
One day.Â
Three hundred days, all wasted in one.Â
If you think about it, you spent almost an entire year attached to each otherâs side. You moved in together. You kissed, you had sex, you shared secrets you wouldnât have told anyone else. You helped him hide away from the world, from his enemies, made the world go quiet, and comforted him while he cried. You waited up, you worried, and you almost lost him more times than you can count, and you still stayed.
When no one else would take a chance on him, when he felt everyone was against him and going to leave him, you acted as his rock. You stayed.
You thought he was the one.Â
And then it just⊠ended.Â
You gave him the benefit of the doubt when you found her in his dress shirt on his leather couch. The very same couch you two often shared passionate nights on, but at the same time it used to be a symbol of so much more than that.
You let him explain. He explained that she got seriously hurt after showing up out of nowhere, and he just wanted to help without putting you at risk. You believed him because that is the kind of man he was in your head. He was going through some things, things you couldnât possibly understand, and she was the connection. You tried to understand. In the process of understanding him though, you lost yourself.Â
That is something you will never forgive him for. Making you care, making you love him, and unintentionally making you give up on yourself while he continued to break your heart.
You never wanted this to end, never wanted him to go, but in the end, it was the only way. Sticking around wasnât an option anymore, you have to remind yourself.
He did the one thing he promised he would never do. He broke your heart and your trust into a million pieces that you are now left to pick up on your own.Â
You didnât want to see it before. You were too in love to open your eyes.
He wouldnât do such a thing, right? You remember repeating that to yourself, to your friends, to Foggy and Karen, but Karen saw him with her, too, and she gave you little hope.
Still, you believed in him. You believed in his morale and his faith. You had faith in him, not even in God but in him and the man he pretended to beâand somehow, he still picked up the knife when you werenât looking and buried it in your back.Â
There were so many signs, but you were blind. So many flashing lights. Red flags. Screaming voices in the back of your head begging you to think. You were in a forest full of trees, yet you saw nothing.
When you came home to find his lips on hers, thatâs when you knew. Too little, too late.
He called your name. He told you, âThis isnât what it looks like!â But you lost count of the times he used the same line in relation to her.
To anything, really. He always knew how to talk his way out of something when you were together, although back then, it was mostly harmless.
âI trusted you,â you remember saying. You couldnât even cry. âAnd you turned right back around and fucked her!â
âIt was just a kiss,â he argued.Â
âAre you sure about that? âCause if I ask Elektra, Iâm sure she will tell me the truth.â
âNo,â Matt was adamant because he could hear your heart breaking.
The way you spoke to him was so eerily quiet. That was how he knew he lost you, and he tried to fix it with nothing but his hands.Â
But that is not how you fix a broken vase. Thatâs how you make it worse and hurt yourself in the process.
You remember him opening his mouth, having the audacity to apologize. âIâm sorry,â he said.Â
âNo. Fuck you, Matt!â
You tore the necklace with his initial off your neck and tossed it at his feet. You couldnât even look at it. You wonder what happened to it after he picked it up.Â
âI trusted you. I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I was there when no one else was, and this is how you repay me?â you said.
You should have never let him fool you.
At least you had the decency to keep your lonely nights to yourself.
âSweetheart, please,â Matt tried to beg again.Â
You wouldnât let him. Thank God you were strong enough to withstand the tears in his eyes.Â
âYouâre a fucking traitor, Matthew Murdock,â was one of the last things you said to him. âI wish weâd never met.â
Three hundred days. You fell in love. You finally knew what love felt like, and thenâŠthen he turned around and fucked it all up.Â
âWeâre done.â
Some days, you still regret it, but if it was so easy for him to toss all this time together down the drain, he probably wasnât worth it.Â
But God, you were so in love.Â
Sweet nothings whispered in your ear are gone now. Youâre all alone in your bed. No one to cuddle, no one to touch. It has been a while since you heard someone say, âI love you,â and mean it. You felt loved until you didnât. Until the life he led ate him up.Â
Instead of talking, instead of fighting with you, he drove you into a tree. A car that didnât need sight, and still he crashed. It was winter then, the snow painted red by the blood of your broken heart. Your favorite dress torn up as you tried to escape. He reached for you the same way you reached for him, but you werenât there. And he wasnât there when you needed him most.
Part of you feels bad. You could have worked through this if he hadnât kissed her. Or maybe you wouldnât have. In the end, it killed you. It killed him.Â
You killed each other.Â
Though there are still days when you think about jumping off of very high somethings just to get his attention. Just for him to see you. To come to rescue you. It is a hurtful and selfish thought. Yet, you canât help it.Â
He was your first true love.Â
Your mind keeps repeating the same sentence: It wasnât supposed to end like this.Â
âYouâre the best thing that ever happened to me,â he told you once.Â
He searched for something greater in the bed of someone he loved before. You werenât his first love. You should have known he would say that and not mean it.
But when exactly did you go wrong?
Was it over when he stopped coming home at night? Was it over when he forgot your anniversary? Was it over when he canceled your birthday dinner? Or was it over when he shoved his throat down his ex-girlfriendâs throat in front of you and acted as if it didnât matter? Was it over then?
âAnother one for the lady,â a voice pipes up beside you.Â
Your empty glass of tequila disappears, now replaced by a full one. In your drunken haze, you see a head of brown hair, and his smirk makes you wonder if thereâs more to him than he lets on.Â
âThank you,â you murmur, tipping your glass to the stranger.Â
âNah, donât thank me.â He sits down next to you. âYou look miserable.â
âWhat if I am?â
âIâd tell you I know the feeling.â
You huff but offer the stranger your hand with a mention of your name.
He smiles. Your name rolls off his tongue effortlessly. âFrank,â he introduces himself in return. âCastle.â
âNice to meet you,â you say.Â
Broken people make bad decisions, but whether it was over when he took her right there on his couch, or it was over when you told him it was doesnât matter.Â
It is over now, and all you want to do is forget.Â
You need to forget Matt Murdock.Â
And if this stranger called Frank needs to unbutton your blouse to help you do so, you will gladly follow him home.Â
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(also, I keep tagging you in stuff, but I also think you might like this @blackshadowswriter)
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Hi! I was wondering if u can do a normal class 1a x reader platonic hcâs? Like readers quirk is like briar from league of legends and readers pretty sweet but scares class 1a a lil
I haven't did fucking headcannons In a WHILE I hope you enjoy them!
Disclaimer I do not know much about this character so if I mischaraterize something then I'm sorry
âąever since you transferred to Ua, they always thought you were a bit weird, especially when you 1st introduced yourself. It was a wild one.
âą"Hello, the names y/n l/n and I think blood is tasty!" There was a sudden silence in the class a couple of sweat drops formed on some of the students while you just casually smiled like what you said was completely normal... oh boy it was gonna be a long but fun ride for sure
âąyour 1st ever companions were Mina and Denki the three of you matched each other's energy and chaoticness it was like 2 dumbasses and one less of a dumbass the 3 of you would get into the most shit like one time you convince Kirishima that he could be a hammer so you somehow got a big nail and test it out resulting in Kirishima knocked out and you 3 getting scolded by and yelled at by katsuki , making iida realizing he has to deal with an extra chaotic person now
âą Next was Kirishima your victim I mean your friend you can count on Kirishima was quick to like you due to your lay loose and enthusiastic behavior making him want to be you at times two whenever the two of you trained together you were encouraged each other Kirishima especially and whenever he feels insecure you would encourage him and make sure he's a strong manly man he is! Yall two are just loveable idiots
âąShoto and you had a strange yet wholesome friendship at 1st. Shoto was uncomfortable and cold towards you, which you didn't mind, and you respected his boundaries, but it all clicked when he saw you eating soba. "You like soba?" You turned to face the expressionless boy with a bright smile. "Of course! I even like it with sesame oil, grilled chicken, and a yummy fried egg! Want some?" You reached into the fridge and handed him an extra soba pack and that's how your friendship began even without the soba he thinks ur a pretty interesting person to talk to even with your bizarre talks
"Omg bro you look like that penguin dude from sanrio!"
"I have a cousin name sanrio?"
âąnext was Ochako she's a tiny bit scared of you at 1st worrying you might get her blood (cough cough flashbacks with toga) but you quickly reassured her that you wouldn't do it without permission which makes her feel a bit better after a bit of time and communicating with each other she starts to feel a bit comfortable with you like would invite you to her room for advice and stuff and the two if you would go out at night to watch the stars with some other students like tsuyu or maybe Tokoyami her most favorite activity is to tell space facts to you (I hc her as a space geek)
âąMomo was always your go to whenever you need help with a test and she acts like she's annoyed with it but she genuinely enjoys your company you may the studying sessions fun and interesting for her whenever there's a big test that you forgot to study about all you had to do was go to her dorm and give her the puppy eyes and if she sighs you know that's a instant she then help you study mostly you just copying her notes and make SURE you get a Good grade if not she's gonna make you test the test again untill you get a good grade but outside of studying she spoils you with gifts and more to show off to your other classmates and invites you and the girls for a tea party which ends up quite chaotic
âąJirou was your music bestie you and her trade music Playlists like it's Halloween candy you like cutely but with disturbing music types of songs while jirou like cozy, calm, and peaceful genre but she admits your types of songs are amazing! But you sometimes scare her with your type of music one time she overheard your headphones blasting some sort of innocent cheery music talking about "we'll be together forever!" She thought it was cute so she asked you what song it was and you told her the lyrics and..
"Hey y/n what's the title of that song is sounds catchy?"
"So you became the moon!"
"Awww that's sounds pretty cute whats it about anyways?"
"It's about two kids drowning in a frozen late and they became together in heaven!"
"...you know what that's probably one of the tamest songs you played knowing you I'll take it"
Yea let's just say she was used to your kooky creepy music but she didn't mind, as long as that song slaps she's jamming it with you!
âąBakugo and you were fucking CHAOTIC rivals like yall two would never get along especially when the two of you 1st met you and bakugo would make a competition out of everything to the point he stopped paying attention to izuku at times which he doesn't know if he should be worried for blessed maybe both but the two of you will cause a storm one time yall wanted played Mario party with sero, and sato to see who was the best and it esuclated fast everyone in the class were rooting for you or bakugo even most of class 1b joined in on this making bets and momomeven making merch of this, shit was like a football game but unfortunately it was cut short by a angry aizawa with fuzzy bunny slippers with a hello kitty pajamas (don't even ask) but after thst night the two of you became popular
âȘïž but aside from then bakugo secretly respects you your determination and you wanting to give your all makes him admire that somehow so be bugs you everyday for now on wanting to see that determination again even the rest of the class started to notice and tease him about it which pissed him off
âą Izuku isn't at all scared by you but rather is intrigued by your personality and quirk when you 1st introduced yourself he asked alot of questions about you, how your quirk operates, kind of quirk is it, do you drink animal blood-? He wants to know everything and you let him, you and him will chat each other's ears off about your favorite pro hero's and sometimes even go out to hunt for rare hero merch, you even helped izuku by participating in the black Friday event to get a all might themed ice cream maker that he has this day thanks to you if it wasn't for you punching that Karen, he cherished that ice cream maker to this day and even host ice cream parties here and there the two of you basically shared it
âą But overall you were their chaotic sibing that are willing to protect, defend, and come to your aid even if it's your fault and out on the battle field you were a beast out there that one time when you, jirou, momo and denki, beat a bunch of villians you didn't know your arm was broken untill you pointed out momo and jirou freaked out while denki ran to get some aid but strangely you weren't bothered by it rather you were joking about it
Momo- "it's ok y/n help it's on the way stay put stay calm"
Jirou - just take deep breaths and count to 10-
"I wonder if I can sling it around will it spin freely"
Both- wtf-
âą Yea you were a werid bitch but you were there werid bitch and they wouldn't trade you for the world
#boku no hero academia#class 1a x reader#class 1a#my hero academia oneshot#platonic#bakugo x reader#izuku midoriya x reader#denki kaminari x reader#mina ashido x reader#momo yaoyorozu#sero hanta#my hero academia x reader#my hero academia#my hero academia fanfiction#anime x reader#league of legends#biair#crossover fanfiction#i hope you like it#i hope you enjoy
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NOW THAT WE DONT TALK
summary: jack realizes yns music is quite literally a call out, directed towards him, and his brothers egg it on. pt.3
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âi called my mom, she said âthat it was for the best!â remind myself the more i gave, youâd want me lessâ
jack couldâve hit his head against the counter ten more times and the song would still be ringing through his ears like a splinter that wouldnât come out of his hand.
quinns hand made contact with the back of jacks head. âknock it off, jack.â
jack groaned, shoving his head into his arms. he groaned again, this time the noise being muffled due to the his arm. âshe wrote a song about me, quinn.â
quinn rolled his eyes. âyou donât know its about youâ he told.
jack scoffed, head shooting up. âshe literally called me out. the parties, that stupid red sea reference, even the chorus. its so obviously me. and then her newer single that dropped thirty minutes ago?â
quinn shrugged, âcould be about trevorâ
jack rolled his eyes, âno way in hell, quinn. they never hooked up and her newer one is about some guy hooking up with her later onââ
âyou sound obsessed, jack.â quinn told. jack looked down, embarrassed.
âwhats jack obsessed with?â trevor asked, walking inside the kitchen. he stole a grape from jack and popped it into his mouth.
ây/nâs songâ quinn spoke.
trevor scoffed, âwhy are you so hung up on it? its just music.â trevor shrugged.
âhes upset because hes getting called out.â
jack groaned again, head hitting the counter.
quinn rolled his eyes again. âyouâve gotta stop doing that dude. listenâ she probably made these ages ago and just now got to releasing them.â
trevor popped another grape in his mouth. ânot too sure about that, but i know she started writing them when you two broke up.â
luke slowly walks in. âseriously? you guys are torturing the man talking about his ex.â
jack nods, signifying lukes words to be true.. luke goes into the cupboard to grab a plate. âjust ignore it.â he shrugged.
trevor snorted. jack sent the boy a glare, causing his laughter to abruptly stop. âhow can i just ignore it? shes getting big and her music is everywhere already.â he asked.
quinn gave him a look. âthen face it, jack. you canât keep putting yourself in denial for something you caused.â
jack let out an exasperated groan for the 100th time. âgee, thanks quinn. way to make me feel better.â
âdont start giving him shit, jack.â luke spoke.
jack rolled his eyes. âwhatever, im going to my room.â he got up and went for the stairs.
all three boys looked around at each other. silence fell through the room. suddenly, the sliding door opens. âwhats going on?â cole asked.
âquinn picked his side of the argument.â trevor spoke, slightly glaring at quinn.
quinn gave one back, âdont act innocent, trevor. you screwed her over too. you and jack need to own up to it and stop cowering like little kids. you are both in your twenties for fucks sake. grow up.â
quinn went off to his room, leaving a wide eyed group of boys behind.
jacks brows furrowed as he listened to the song in his earbuds. his girlfriend napped next to him as he sat up on the bed. he hates to admit it, but he kinda deserved this.
âlets fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later. if shes got blue eyes, i will surmise that youâll probably date her. you dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor, you search in every modelââ
he stopped the song, taking his earbuds out and tossing them to the floor. he cheated, and now was dating the girl he cheated with. it was sad, really.
fiona, she was a woman who loved money. jack, was a man who loved attention. maybe thatâs why they were together. but she wasnât horrible like people said, right?
quietly, he went to tik tok and made a fake account, that way she knew he didnât stalk her profile. i meanâ she has no idea he even uses it still.
jack searched fionas name up, ultimately clicking on her profile. she had one video up. he clicked on it.
ick ick ick ick
she was lip syncing that really terrible audio that went âhe chose me, he dont want you. he chose meâ and honestly, jack was appalled.
but before he could open the comments, she started to wake up. he swiped out of the app and deleted it, tossing his phone to the side afterwards.
âhey baby.â he smiled.
now that we dont talk!
tags! @honethatty12 (if u want tags, just ask <3)
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Scary Love | Mark
Idol!Mark x Reader Word count: 1433 Genre: fluff, kinda suggestive. Author: maari Warnings: A little mention of oral sex. Note: Guess who got driver's license??đđ»ââïž So, Mark saying "i don't think my fans know how much i actually think of them" did this to me okay! Loosely based on the song scary love by the neighbourhood Summary: You love Mark a little too much, in a really good way. And he enjoyed watching you drive, too much. So you are even.
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Y/N drummed her fingers on the steering wheel while thinking about some song, her eyes were focused on the street but her expression was calm, excited about driving her father's car.
She was happy that she finally got her driver's license.
Mark carried a sideways smile as he watched his girlfriend move the car through the busy streets of the city towards the road, he didn't even disguise that he was staring at her with such devotion and the fact that she noticed and even then her cheeks gained a red tone, it was too beautiful for him to avert his eyes.
"Don't look at me that way." she asked after pulling the car to the right, paying attention to the cars behind her.
Something that was making Mark's heart warmer, he didn't know why but he was loving seeing her drive for the first time.
"Like how?" he asked with an innocently raised eyebrow and Y/N stared at him for a few seconds before turning her attention back to the road. "You know what I mean." she laughed, adjusting her position in the car seat better.
"You're so cute, how could I?" he replied, resting his head on the back of the seat, sighing then seeing that he managed to get a shy smile from her.
When Y/N pulled up in front of Mark's dorm, he was so shocked to see her behind the wheel that it was funny, he looked like a kid who had just met Santa Claus. The atmosphere in the car when she said they were going for a drive and that she would drive him was light.
Mark jumped into the passenger seat quickly, just as excited as she was. However, after a few minutes concentrating on the activity, she was unable to bring up the subject with her boyfriend, even though the intention of picking him up to go out was precisely to talk about their busy week.
Mainly because Mark's eyes seemed to burn over her in an intense way, and it wasn't cute like he used to, it wasn't bad but it was different from what he used to do. Y/N drummed her fingers and mentally sang a song to try not to get caught up in Mark's eyes, or else she would probably let the car fail or something even before they arrived at their destination, the farthest and highest part of the city. She thought it would be easy to drive with Mark beside her, but she hadn't counted on him watching her meticulously, making her cheeks burn and her heart race even faster. So, before she said anything that would make the sexual tension in the car rise even more, she just chuckled, shaking her head. It wasn't like it was the first time Mark had complimented her, he loved calling her nicknames, but there was something in the tone of his voice that was different tonight. After a few minutes in pure silence, Y/N parked the car facing the city and turned off the car, getting out while taking a deep breath and watching Mark do the same on the other side. It was a slightly colder night, the jacket Y/N was wearing seemed pretty useless at the moment but she was so hot from driving and because of Mark that she didn't even notice. She took the opportunity to sit on the hood of the car while Mark rested his elbow beside her, still standing. As they both looked out over the city, the subject began to flow. Y/N spoke first about how the work week was, her expectations and her desire to change jobs as soon as possible.Â
Mark listened carefully and encouraged her when she showed insecurity, playing with her fingers. He didn't let this go unnoticed and took the opportunity to turn fully towards her, holding her knees to place himself between her legs.
"You're acting weird today." she looked away from Mark's eyes, more and more intense, and brought her hands to the back of his neck. "I don't know why you're saying that." he shrugged and brought his hands to her thighs, sending a shiver through her body.
She stared at him suspiciously and that made him raise his eyebrows.
"You're not going to cut your hair, are you?" she changed the subject, playing with Mark's long locks.
Although she liked the black hair a lot, she had to confess that the long blonde the way it was now made her legs tremble.
"Maybe not," he replied. "I like when you grab it."
Oh no.
Y/N's stomach fluttered inside and she felt the entire back of her neck burn. So these were the waters Mark wanted to swim in?
She bit her lip and stared at him, somewhat surprised.
Different from what she imagined, his face was serious, there wasn't any kind of jokey glow or anything like that.
"You know you don't have to flirt with me, right? We're already dating." she chuckled and Mark just blinked.
"I'm not trying to flirt with you, I'm just being honest." he caressed Y/N's thighs and she had to catch her breath, his palms were warm and it was comforting.
Too comforting for someone that was in a public place. Mark took the opportunity to bring his face closer to Y/N's and placed a wet kiss on her cheek.
"Or you're going to say you don't like grabbing my hair when you're in my arms." he whispered and moved his lips close to her ear, blowing in that area and making her close her eyes and grab his shoulder.
"Or when my face is between your legs." his hands went to Y/N's inner thigh and she exhaled, feeling her whole body tremble.
Oh my God.
"I'm really not complaining." she started to speak but stopped when he kissed just below her ear. "But what's gotten into you today? You seem more intense than any other day." "I missed you." he admitted quietly, making her close her eyes tightly. "I wish I could repay you for everything you've done for me."
Y/N opened her eyes when she noticed he pulled back to put their foreheads together, staring into Mark's serious and intense eyes, he brought a hand up to her cheek and caressed her soft skin.
"You don't have to do this. Everything I do is because I love you."
He smiled so serenely that Y/N couldn't resist and placed a kiss on the tip of his chin.
"That scares me, you know?"
âHuh?â She looked back at him, now confused. But Mark didn't remove his hand from her cheek. "You care so much about me, take care of me even when I'm on the other side of the world, no one has ever done that for me, not like you do." he admitted and Y/N felt her heart warm. "I mean, you're so tired and yet you wanted to share the fact that you got your driver's license and you brought me along to clear my head a little." Y/N knew that Mark needed some fresh air after a long period of traveling around the world, she knew her boyfriend and yes, even if she was exhausted, with a headache and insecure, none of that mattered when she was around him.
"Oh Mark." she smiled, she caressed his shoulder before bringing her hands to his face, making him look at her. "You don't know how much I think of you and nobody loves you like I do. If I could give you the world I would, you know.â "I don't need this when I already have you!" she even tried to hide the huge smile but it was practically impossible. âThat was smooth, I think you hang out with Haechan a lot.â she said and he laughed, taking the hand that was on her cheek to her waist, bringing their bodies closer.
"You said you weren't complaining." he remembered.
"And I'm not." she raised her eyebrows and he nodded. Mark then kissed the corner of Y/N's mouth and she sighed.
"Can we get back in the car?"
She frowned.
"Are you cold?" she asked, worried and Mark shook his head.
"Actually, seeing you holding the wheel like that made me think of something else." he admitted and bit down on her bottom lip, bringing it in as she groaned. "And I'd like to try out the backseat with you."
"You know this car belongs to my father, right?!"
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drunk on lust j.jk
Summary : drinking night with your best friend spills the truth upon secrets within you both.
>>paring - jungkook x fem!reader (she/her)
>>trope - best friends to lovers
>>genre - angst, fluff(smut in prt2)
>>warnings/tags - horny Kook, feeling and confessions, some tears, not many warnings as smut is in part 2.
a/n - soo this was supposed to be one thing but until I actually know how to put the keep reading thingy, my first will be longer, don't be shy, please help. But for now please enjoy and give feedback through reblogs or inbox me! Not proofread
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"C'mon give me a kiss- infact make out with me and then make love with me. Pretty please ____."
"Jungkook, you drink too much beer. You're drunk." Internally his words make you hot inside.
Your feelings are kept at bay because you don't really want to ruin the ten year friendship with Jungkook. Though you always dream about having him in not so innocent ways, but that doesn't mean you don't think of the softer side of it.
Dreams of you holding his hand romantically in public, give him kisses when you feel like it and make love to him just like he'd said a minute ago,but it must be the alcohol in his system.
So you don't let it bug you too much.
"I'm not drunk, I seriously just want you." He smirks at you. It's a lazy seductive smirk, and definitely soaks your underwear right through. But your mind tells you it's inappropriate because the man is clearly drunk ; karaoke mic in his hand, the beat of the song acting as background music for this conversation.
Lips pulled into a light frown, you tell jungkook that, "it's time for bed, Kook."
"So yes? You'll make out with me and let me fill your cunt?"
"Jungkook, stop! Just stop it." You're hot all over. You wish he could stop putting ideas into your head and just call it night.
Just like every other night, the next morning is a harsh hangover and forgotten words.
"I'm sorry, love, I really am." He mutters, head thrown back with eyes closed, clear to see he I lulling to sleep.
"It's okay, Kook." You whisper.
You move closer to him out instinctively ; cuddling into his warm chest, your hand reaches up to his hair as you lightly brush his scalp.
Besides his words and his flirty demeanor, you nonetheless feel safe in his arms and everything almost feels the same, as if he wasn't talking about filling your cunt.
You irraduclly swallow your spit at that thought, focusing back on your mission, putting Jungkook to sleep.
Mission successful.
You know this because his snores and the burning candle are almost in sync.
You move even closer, if possible. Face tucked into jungkooks neck and his tattooed hand wraps around your waist, the blanket falling off your hips.
That's a normal night in Jeons household, the conversation long forgotten about and the mission is just sleep now.
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The next morning is a cry for help as you turn to Jungkooks empty spot on the couch.
You can hear him throw up in his bathroom, the sounds making you jump off the couch to help your best friend.
Sliding onto your knees, next to Jungkook, you bunch up his hair in your hands allowing him more space to throw up ; your head is turned to the side as you avoid the smell of black noodles and beer.
"Holy shit." Jungkook, now leaned up against the wall mutters as he removes himself from your body.
"You okay, Kook? That was pretty bad." You ask.
He nods at you, simply standing up to flush the toilet and you feel dismissed as he walks out on you,not even muttering a thanks.
You wonder if it's still the hangover making him behave like that. It could be. The alcohol can't possibly wear off that quick.
That's what you tell yourself 3 hours later, sitting in jungkooks bed, cleaned up and feeling fresh as ever.
Except Jungkook hasn't spoken to you the whole day, only when he asked what you wanted on your pizza.
He is currently sat by his gaming setup, dressed in his black Nike tech, paired with socks and slides.
Most importantly, his incredibly sexy glasses.
You snap out of your sick thoughts as you stand up from the bed to finally get down to the bottom of this.
"Jungkook, can we talk?" You ask behind him.
He ignores you. As expected. He only responds to his teammates on the other side, shouting over at them to 'take cover'
Sighing with a prominent frown on your face, you shuffle on your feet, feeling really really sad. "I'll go home then. Goodnight." Despite him ignoring you, you'd never miss the chance to kiss him goodbye.
So you do that, leaning down to place a peck on his toned cheek.
Grabbing your duffel with a weight of a mini fridge, you start packing in your dirty laundry and other essentials you had left out in Jungkooks room, tant you had planned to keep for the whole week you were spending with him at his apartment.
But not anymore, you guess. The guy doesn't even want to talk to you.
"Where you going?" Pulled out from packing, you look up at Jungkooks hovering body over his nightstand, where you stand.
"I figured you didn't want me here, so I'm just leaving." Your response is straight forward.
"Oh, who said that?" Jungkook chuckles. For the first time today.
"I dont need to hear it from you. I can see it. Ever since this morning! You say different shit the night before but you're a different, bitter person the next day!"
"So what___ you want me to repeat the shit I said? I know why I did this. I figured you were uncomfortable so I gave you space." Almost shouting in response, Jungkook keeps his cool, his voice at a lower bass so he isn't scaring you away.
"You what-? I never once felt uncomfortable. I wouldn't have laid up with you or tried to help you if I want fucking uncomfortable, Kook." By the time youre done, the room is dead silent. It's just you and Jungkook locking eyes. Difference is yours are slightly watery, the tears threatening to fall.
At the Crack of your voice, you speak up, "I have feelings for you, Jungkook. What you said last night was under the influence of alcohol so I figured it meant nothing. And it probably still doesn't." You pause.
"You don't have to reciprocate my feelings, if it makes things awkward,I'll leave. I really am sorry that things turned out this way." When done with you mini speech, you turn away from him, continuing to pack.
He so then starts, "look, I...have feeling for you too and how I went about wasn't the best way. Yeah sure I was drunk and said some sexual stuff, and I do understand now that I should've been straight forward but you wouldn't believe me anyway. So yeah, ____. I feel the exact same way." He finishes.
You both stare into each other's eyes, shock in yours and hope in his.
"You really- really mean that?" You carefully ask. Not trying to ruin anything.
His lips lift in anticipation. A loving smile. "I mean that. Sorry it took so long. "
"It's okay. I kinda liked what you were saying." The last sentence was meant to be playful and Jungkook catches on, as his lips lift into a smirk.
Walking closer to you,hands in his pocket, and nose on yours. He whispers in question, "wanna make it come true?" You nod at him.
"I do."
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Part 2 here
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Melissa schemmenti x teacher!reader
It's just a bunch of gayness-
Melissa was walking down the hall of abbott looking over some papers when she heard a familiar song as she walked by your classroom.
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You were putting some art supplies as you quietly sang the words 'think I need someone older..' You would hum at some parts while you said others.. but it all just gave away the song playing in those headphones of yours.
When you were done, you spun around only to see your classroom door now closed and a familiar older woman leaning against your desk with a smug look on her face.
You jumped softly when you saw her not expecting her to be there, "jeez Melissa.. what are you doing?" You asked innocently as you took off your headphones, stopping the music.
"Need someone older, do you?" The older woman asked smugly when she stood up and started to circle you.. "I wonder.. is the older person someone you already know?"
By this moment, you were frozen face flushed red so bad you couldn't make up an excuse. "I-i.. y-you.. u-um.." "Me?" The woman grinned, stopping in front of you. "No! T-that's n-not what i-" "So you don't like me?" The older woman acted offended "n-no! I like you!- i-i- wait- i-i mean-" you stuttered face so red it looked Melissa favorite color.
"Relax Tesoro.. I was just messing with you.. but that's good to know." She smiled softer but still slightly smug as she walked closer. "M-melissa.." You whispered, embarrassed as you rolled your eyes a bit "eyes up." She said, taking your chin between her thumb and index finger.
She leaned in so close to your lips... "Oh. My. God." Jacob gasped as his arms dropped and his jaw on the floor, both of your heads snapped at him.
It only took him a second before he bolted toward Janine's classroom with a slightly angry Melissa bolting after him to maybe stop him from spreading this all over the school.
Leaving you a flustered and confused mess. You stood still for a couple of minutes before looking at your headphones. "I don't think I've ever loved music more than this day... I'm so lucky -" a giddy smile spreading across your face..
So, very lucky..
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RC ~ When It Hurts
Rafe Cameron x FemReader
Blurb: you and rafe are together. and lately he's been acting differently so you confront him. but what happens when you find out he's been lying to you?
Warnings: angst, making out, cheating accusations, dark rafe (coming soon)
Word Count: 723
A/N: hey so I was planning on posting an entire fic with smut and everything when the poll was done, but I had to put my cat down. i've had her for 10 years and she was literally my best friend, so I've been taking some time to grieve. but I figured that I should post a blurb so that y'all can have something to read while I continue to work on the rest of the fic, and maybe just maybe a part 2 and 3 đ€·đœââïž. Enjoy!
P2 Here
Song Inspo: Hurts So Good by Astrid S
You and Rafe are the outer banks it couple. The minute you became his, you became the kook princess. There was nothing you could ever want for, and nothing anyone would ever deny you. The entire island knew you were Rafe's and he was yours. When you and rafe first began dating it was everything you could ever dream of and so much more. But it didnât take you long to see the dark, ruthless, and impulsive side of him. Rafe Cameron is a lot of things, a complex puzzle you are still trying to figure out.
For the past few weeks Rafe has been acting really weird. Normally he would be glued to your side and be at your beck and call 24/7. But lately he has been out all hours of the night and barely saying two words to you. Heâs even been hiding his phone from you. Whenever you would enter a room or sit next to him, he would put his phone face down or tilt his phone to the side so you couldn't fully see the screen. You know your intuition is trying to tell you something, but you didnât want to invade his privacy by going through his phone. So you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and ask him about his behavior.Â
You were laying against the headboard reading your book, when rafe walked out of the bathroom heading toward y'all's shared bed.Â
âWe need to talkâ you sighed as you put your bookmark in your book and placed it on your nightstand table.Â
âAbout what?â He plopped down next to you.Â
âI need to ask you a serious question and you better be honest with me.âÂ
He furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head. âOkay.âÂ
âAre you cheating on me?â
Rafeâs face drops a little, then he quickly regains his composure. But not without you noticing it first.Â
âNo, are you kidding me? How could you accuse me of something like that?âÂ
His face scrunched up with a look of hurt and shock on it. You kept your same expression, not fully believing him.Â
âIâm not accusing you, I'm just asking you a question. You donât spend time with me anymore. You act like youâre too busy to speak to me. You hide your phone from me, when you never did that before. Youâve been out all hours of the night and I just feel like youâre hiding something from me.âÂ
âBaby itâs because I am hiding something from you.âÂ
You turned your body towards him while raising your eyebrow. He places his hands up in defense and innocence.Â
âIâm planning a surprise for you. I know Iâve been working so much and I wanted to do something special for you.âÂ
You could tell by the emotion in his voice and the look of hurt on his face that he was telling you the truth. You felt your heart sink into your ass, instantly feeling guilty. Overall Rafe is a really great boyfriend, way better than your ex, and you just accused him of committing a serious offense against your relationship.Â
âRafey I am so sorry. Please forget I said anything please. Iâm so stupid.âÂ
You placed your hand on top of his, gently squeezing it. Rafe takes both of your hands in his, and holds them up to his lips and kisses them.Â
âYou are anything but stupid. I know how suspicious it seems, but I need you to believe me when I say I am not cheating on you.âÂ
He let go of your hands and brought his hands to both sides of your face. He caressed your jaw, while his thumb rubbed back and forth on your cheeks, staring deeply into your eyes.Â
âI would never hurt you like that. I love you too much to lose you.âÂ
âI'm sorry baby.â You stared at his lips as he did the same to you.Â
âI know. Iâm sorry too, but weâll be okay. I promise.âÂ
He pulled your face closer to his and captured your lips in a cultivating kiss. It started off slowly and passionately, filled with love and raw emotions.Â
If only you knew it was all a lie. Rafe Cameron is a lot of things and unfortunately for you, a liar is definitely one of them.
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A/N: thank you guys so much for reading my very first fic!! let me know if you guys would like a part 2 or if you would like me to make this into a series.
I have so many ideas for this fic and for many others. I'm still learning how to navigate Tumblr as a writer but soon I will be taking request for blurbs or full fics and have a fully functioning masterlist.
please leave a like and/or a comment I will respond back. Any feedback is appreciated BUT BE NICE cuz I will bite back đ
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â WHERE IS MY MIND?
SUMMARY : thinking dean is being annoying with his friendship with crowley. purposely teasing dean and leaving him wanting more, acting like nothing happened.
PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader
CHARACTERS : none
WARNINGS/TAGS : nsfw(18+), the mark of cain, fluff, lots of teasing, sexy use of handcuffs and belts?, attempted anal play (fem. receiving, I thought I could, but sadly, itâs not my thing đ)
WORD COUNT : 7.7K
A/N : title from the Pixies because that song is a vibe. inspired by BTS, doctor who, muse, coldplay, and obviously by watching this damn season lmao X
âHowâs your new boyfriend?â Y/N asked, thumbing the spinning shark head on her blue pen as she stared at a newspaper. She didnât look up at him, she didnât have to. She could sense him, she could feel the way her skin tingled the way it always did when he was around. Like two planets, they were drawn to each other, fated by the physics of the universe to belong together, to stay close until they died and the universe became cold and empty with endless death.
Dean froze when he entered the dark library and heard her voice. He looked over at the small lamp Y/N was using to read the newspaper in the dark, the constant whirring of the pen as she twirled it sounded louder than it actually was in the quiet of the night.
âStop that,â he grunted. She finally looked up at him and raised a brow, her eyes mostly mischievous rather than angry. He placed his duffle bag down on the table next to her scattered papers, their eyes locked on each otherâs â asserting dominance.
âStop this?â She asked, her thumb sliding along the spinning shark head so that the whir continued, and he clenched his jaw at her, his eyes narrowing at her calm face.
His eyes travelled over her beautiful face, analysing the warmth of her dilated eyes, to the blush on her cheeks, and the way her chest was rising a little faster than normal. He reached over and wrapped his fingers around hers to stop her and she blinked at him, an innocent smile tugging at her rosy lips, her eyes becoming wide like a little deer.
âStop saying Crowleyâs my lover,â he told her, his voice deep and threatening. He could read the playfulness in her eyes, the challenge as she lifted her chin just slightly, a smirk growing on her kissable lips now that she knew she had him trapped.
âGive me my pen,â she said calmly, tugging gently under his warm, thick fingers, but he only tightened his grip. She completely ignored him when he refused, turning away to read the newspaper, her hand still trying to pull out of his electric hold. âI dreamt about you and woke up dripping wet, which was nice,â she said nonchalantly, pretending to be distracted as she read the obituary of some old lady.
He blinked down at her, his fingers squeezing her hand which made her eyebrows rise, but she moved her attention to another boxed article instead of reacting. Still, a smile tugged at her lips and her breaths got quicker, like his, she noticed. âKinda disappointing that you were too busy fucking around with Crowley to take care of that for me, had to take matters into my own... hands.â
He let go of her warm hand and she acted casually, as if she hadnât just admitted to masturbating earlier today in their shared bed. Her pen touched the paper to circle something interesting and he growled her name softly at her irritating behaviour. She bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.
âCan I help you?â She asked, looking up at him innocently. Her eyes examined his face now, moving from his angry, creased eyebrows, to his green eyes, now clouded with lust and annoyance. Breaths were shallowly escaping from his beautiful nose, his lips were wet with his saliva and pink from biting them. She licked her own at the sight of their puffy state, and bit her lip at his stubble, remembering the tickle of the coarse little hairs of his jaw between her thighs.
She squeezed her legs instinctively when her cunt began to feel the echoes of pleasure from his tongue. Her eyes fluttered back up to his and she smiled sweetly, leaning forward to catch his lips in a kiss quicker than he could react, then she pulled away just as he was melting into it.
âIâm gonna shower now that I know youâre safe.â She put her pen down and he stood there, speechless, watching her fold the newspaper. âYou know, since you were too entertained with your new friend to call or text to let me know youâre fine, or coming home late, at least.â She neatly organised her papers and he glared at her, his face hot with arousal and frustration. âYou can join me, if youâd like, unless you already did that with Crowley. too,â She stood up, taking her cardigan off the chair, and finally looked up at his locked jaw. A grin spread over her lips and she made her way past him for only a few inches before he grabbed her arm firmly to stop her.
âYouâre getting on my nerves,â he told her, his hot voice thick with desire and irritation. She turned around to face him and narrowed her eyes at him despite the warmth that pooled between her legs.
âYouâre getting on mine,â she whispered, weakly tugging away from him. He grasped her tighter, then pulled her forward until she was pressed against his firm and warm body.
âSit. Down,â he whispered harshly. When she didnât listen, he manhandled her until she was turned around, and kicked the chair out with his foot for her to sit in. âSit.â
She huffed out a defiant breath, pulling her arm out of his grip, âNo.â
âHave it your way,â he growled, taking cuffs with etchings on it out of his black jacket. She looked at his face, incredulous as he took her forearm in his large hand to slap one cuff around her wrist and the other to the chair. âSit,â he ordered, snatching the cardigan from her to drop over his duffle bag. When she didnât listen, he gripped her shoulder tightly and he pushed her down until she plopped down on the wooden chair. She pouted at the cuffs and then glared up at him.
âYou know, I can easily get out of these,â she informed him, tugging halfheartedly at the cold metal that bound her to the chair.
âSo why donât you?â He smirked, his hand gently wrapping around her throat. She instinctively circled his wrist with her free hand and he moved his to grasp the soft locks at her nape instead.
âI like this chair,â she shrugged, letting him pull her hair to force her head to tip back. He hummed softly, smirking when she hissed at the slight sting in her scalp, leaning forward to peck her lips once. He groaned softly at the spark-like feeling that covered his mouth when it immediately made contact with hers, like stardust scattering over his lips as they brushed against hers.
âWhereâs Sam?â He asked softly when he let her hair go. She settled into the chair, watching him lean back to remove his jacket while biting her lip.
âSleeping,â she replied tonelessly. She stared at his athletic body, entranced by the way he slowly slipped his indigo flannel off to be folded haphazardly over the table with his jacket. He sat on the table and grinned at her, lifting his foot between her slightly parted legs, he slowly undid the knot of his laces and then did the same to the other boot. They fell loudly on the wooden floor when he kicked them off, revealing some adorable banana socks that made her smile softly.
When she lifted her gaze up to his face, she shamelessly admired his body in the black t-shirt, the way it stretched over his chest and broad shoulders, the short sleeves exposing the muscles of his freckled arms. He was gorgeous. More importantly, he was hard. She dropped her eyes between his legs, his crotch practically right in front of her, and she cocked an eyebrow at the tent in his tight jeans. God, they did wonders for his fantastic ass.
She tugged at the cuffs, wanting to free herself of them. He looked down at her wrist and then raised an eyebrow at her. âWhat?â He asked innocently, using one hand to undo his belt, the other moved one of her rebellious strands of hair into place. She stared at his busy hand, her eyes glittering with excitement the way they always did with his adept skill of being able to remove his belt one-handedly rather fast. She didnât know if she wanted to squeeze her legs together or spread them apart farther for him. âYouâre so quiet,â he murmured, then he slid the belt out of his jeanâs loops.
âIs there something you wanna hear, Dean?â She grumbled, her free hand reaching over to palm at his cock over his jeans.
âF-fuck,â he groaned, staring down at her hand, allowing her to touch him just for a few moments. âNo touching, youâve been too annoying tonight,â he grunted. She pouted at him, squeezing his cock defiantly. He moaned, surprised. He took her wrist quickly and used his belt to tie her only freehand to the chair.
âAsshole,â she muttered under her breath.
He glared at her and she smiled at him sarcastically, tugging at his belt to test its tightness. The leather creaked with her movement and he grinned.
He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them, getting off the table to kick them off completely while looking at her to make sure she was not actually pissed at him. When she smiled at him distractedly, he removed his shirt and she licked her lips at the sight of his flat stomach and the v on his hips that led down to what she secretly wanted most, what was hidden beneath his black boxers. He had the tiniest waist too. Fuck, all those layers of clothes he wore didnât do his gorgeous body any justice.
She was getting wetter and wetter by the second as she admired him like he was a worshipped sculpture in a museum, created by Michelangelo himself. Her body was slowly becoming warm like a spring sun and her heart was beating rapidly like the beat of a glorious song, excited to see him, to feel him, to get closer to him.
âDean,â she said firmly. His cock jumped at the way she said his name and he looked at her face with his breath caught in his throat, and then his eyes dropped down to the creaking leather of his favourite belt and over to the clinking chains of the cuffs.
âDonât you dare, sweetheart,â he warned her breathlessly.
She pursed her lips to stop herself from begging and she looked away from him, her eyes sticking to the blue journal Sam got her last Christmas. She didnât want him to see the pleas in her eyes and she ignored him when he pulled his boxers down slowly. The creaking of leather, the small chains rattling, they gave her away, and she wanted to moan, to rub her thighs together, but she refused.
Her head snapped towards him when he pulled her chair she was sitting in closer to him. The wooden legs squeaked against the floor and she looked down to make sure no marks would be left behind. It would normally piss Dean off to see the wood ruined, but obviously, he could do what he wanted. She narrowed her eyes at him when she looked up at him.
Her gaze reluctantly flickered down to his cock. Even his dick was perfect, it was truly unfair. It stood erect, throbbing, pink, with mouth-watering beads of precum that made her insides quiver. She swallowed thickly and lifted her eyes back up to his stupid, smug face.
âI donât like you right now,â she pouted, turning away from him.
He chuckled as he cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her. She kept her lips pressed together, refusing to kiss him back, and didnât open up when his tongue swiped across the seam, silently asking for permission to enter.
He pulled away and contemplated her body language for a few moments. âOpen up,â he told her darkly.
âNo,â she pouted. He sighed dramatically, pushing himself off the table and she straightened up, squirming a little when he walked behind her. His fingertips gently brushed over her bare shoulders, the voltage of his touch igniting her skin like the neurons firing in her brain, and she shivered. He reached over for the hair band on the table that she had been playing with earlier and tied her hair into a messy ponytail.
She gripped the arms of the chair, panting a little when he stopped touching her. She could only feel the warmth of his breath against her neck, his nose ghosting along her jaw, and she licked her lips as they became dry with the air that slipped past her parted mouth. His lips brushed against her ear and she bit her lip, her spine tingling at the sensation of having him so close behind her without doing anything. She turned her face slightly to gaze at him and he forced her to look forward, his fingers harshly holding her jaw in place.
âDonât,â his hushed voice warned.
He walked back around to face her, his eyes trailing over her body. He hummed softly as he looked at the cropped tube shirt she wore. The white, soft cotton covering her chest was convenient for easy removal down her bodyâlike a skirt. And she was wearing a pink jean skirt. He got down on his knees and she blinked down at him, wiggling a little when his fingers undid the silver button at her waist.
âUp,â he told her, tugging the skirt down her hips and she did as she was told, this time. She lifted her hips up off the chair, letting him drag the skirt down her legs and off her completely. He left it with his jeans on the floor and started to pull down the shirt she was wearing that had a little pink heart at the centre. She was wearing a beige strapless bra underneath and he pouted at the sight of it. It made her break her stubborn and bratty character and she smiled at him with amusement.
He removed the shirt slowly, then reached behind her to unclasp the bra and he bit his lip at the sight of her round breasts, a hum of appreciation resounding in his chest. The sound made her shift a little in the chair, he noticed it, his ego absorbing the pleasure of knowing what the smallest things he did did to her.
Her beige panties were haphazardly hanging onto her hips from the amount of times heâd dragged clothes over them and the sight of them aroused him. âYou like making things hard for me, donât you?â He grabbed her knees and pushed them apart, then grabbed her hips and pulled them forward so her ass was barely on the chair.
âNot things,â she rolled her eyes, then very matter-of-factly said, âyour cock.â She smiled innocently and he had to laugh. The sound made her eyes soften and she melted a little, a real smile spreading over her face like butter on warm pancakes.
âI donât think I can keep you tied up for much longer,â he admitted, smiling lovingly at her. He looked away and hooked a finger under her panties to push them aside and look at her pussy.
âWell, sweetheart, I think I quite enjoy being tied up,â she told him offhandedly.
He hummed distractedly, âI can tell.â
He parted her wet folds with two fingers and she squirmed at the cool air of the room that hit her wetness and then his warm breath made her moan. She wanted to shut her legs out of sudden coyness, but his broad shoulders between her parted knees stopped her.
He suddenly flicked the tip of his tongue over her swollen clit and she gasped at the little spark of pleasure, her toes curling in her pink ankle boots. Her stomach fluttered and she looked down at him, catching his watchful gaze, and she blushed, her confidence slipping away as light travelling through vacuum space.
He noticed and smirked, nuzzling her thigh with his stubble, then kissing her pelvis. âDean,â she whispered.
âWhereâd my annoying, bratty, little girlfriend go?â He teased, then his mouth returned to her sex. He moved his tongue leisurely, tasting the arousal at her entrance with a moan, dragging his tongue through her folds, up to her clit, until she was panting heavily. He smirked, lazily continuing to massage the swollen little pearl before moving to her entrance again, just to taste her dripping juices. âYouâre so wet,â he purred against her, his words muffled from him not moving away from her heat to speak.
âShit,â she whispered, feeling conflicted on whether to stare at him or close her eyes with her head tipped back.
âMakes it real easy for my big cock to slip inside your tight.. hot.. needy little cunt.â She swallowed a moan, fidgeting with the discomfort of her arousal and the gradual attention he was giving her. He grabbed her ass, lifting it slightly off the chair, and thrusted his tongue into her entrance. Her breath hitched at the warmth inside her and she tightened around his tongue, struggling against the two different materials around her wrists that kept her bound to the chair.
He continued to plunge his tongue in and out of her, imitating the movement his cock made when he fucked her. She wanted to break out and pull his hair as she watched him, he looked too pretty and arrogant between her shaky legs. The sight of him looking at her through his beautiful, curled lashes while his nose nudged her clit made her whine, her face flushed and her skin sweaty from the intensity of his teasing.
He slipped his tongue inside her, pushing as deep as he could, and wiggled it inside her. âWhat the fuck?â She gasped, moaning out in surprise at the nice sensation. Then, she yelped when his tongue slipped out and he lapped at her asshole. No one had ever done thatâand to be fair she did not have a long list of sex partners, there was only Dean in her list of people sheâd had sex with, and heâd never done that before. âNo!â She squealed, easily lowering her hips, then she pushed the chair away from him as he chuckled.
âYou really donât like that, huh?â He laughed and she smiled, shaking her head bashfully. âOkay, Iâll take note of that,â he murmured, then shuffled closer to her again. She slowly parted her thighs for him, her teeth digging into her lip, as he placed his mouth back on her sex. He parted her folds with two fingers and used his tongue to play with her clit, his tongue brushing between his fingers with each passive stroke of tongue, just to make her squirm again, and she giggled breathlessly.
âDean,â she moaned. He pulled away at the sound and stood on his knees to kiss her. This time, she opened up to him readily. She didnât care that he was smearing her arousal onto her lips, letting her taste herself on his tongue as it rolled against hers like soft waves. He dragged his two fingers down to her wet hole, slipping his middle finger inside, pushing in and out gradually. He swallowed her moan, pushing against her lips needily, until they were kissing desperately, wishing to somehow get closer.
âIâm just waiting for you to beg, angel,â he whispered against her lips. He added another finger inside her, scissoring them inside her to prepare her for his cock. His cock which ached and hardened at the feeling of her wetness trickling down his palm and knuckles.
âI donât do that,â she whispered defiantly. He shook his head, keeping his lips close to hers, brushing like leaves on branches did to each other, their breaths tangling. She felt lightheaded with arousal and she just wanted to eat him up like a Leviathan or something. Wow, loving aggression.
âSuit yourself,â he told her quietly. He slipped his fingers out of her and stood up, using his wet fingers to stroke his painfully erect cock. He pressed his fingers against the throbbing veins of his cock, teasing himself, massaging just underneath the head of his cock, drawing out more precum from the slit. He used his thumb to gather it, then popped his finger into her mouth so she could taste him.
She felt a new wave of wetness exude from her cunt at the taste of him, her cheeks turning warmer, redder, when he cupped the back of her head and lined his cock up with her mouth. Her mouth watered and she willfully opened up for him, letting her hot mouth engulf his heavy cock.
She looked up at him, her eyes pretty, like her red lips that rimmed his cockhead. He moaned down at the sight of her, teasing himself, testing his patience as he pushed only the tip in and out of her mouth. Her tongue teased his slit, circling the frenulum, and lapping at the precum as she drooled around him.
âGod, youâre so fucking beautiful,â he praised, letting go of his cock, to push more of himself into her. She sucked at him, her tongue slithering along the bottom, moving her head back and forth, she let him guide her.
He dragged his fingers down to her chest, kneading her breasts, squeezing the warm flesh in his large hand. âI bet youâre all achy and wet, you little brat,â he growled, pushing himself all the way down her throat. She choked and made a surprised sound, her teeth brushing gently against his sensitive cock to warn him.
He hissed, pinching her nipple roughly so her throat constricted around him to stop noise from coming out, and he moaned at the feeling. He chuckled at her glare, feeling her knees try to close around his legs as he stood between them. He moaned softly again, pushing in and out of her throat roughly, her throat made obscene sounds as he fucked her face, and he stopped when he felt his orgasm approaching.
Her pretty eyes were tearing up, glassy with tears, her long lashes sticking together from a few tears that were falling from his relentless throat fucking, but she didnât mind. He brought his hand to her reddened cheek, caressing her hot face, and brushing tears away, losing himself in his lust all at once.
He mercifully unlocked the cuffs from around her wrist and he kissed her deeply. She pulled her mouth away from him and he just stared---a gasp escaping him---as she swiftly used one hand to remove his belt from her wrist. It was faster than his brain could keep up with and before he knew it, she was pushing him into the table, her hand wrapping around his cock to stroke him quickly while her other hand moved to his nape to bring his mouth down to hers again.
He moaned loudly, shamelessly throwing his head back, abandoning her mouth as his lips parted to verbalise his pleasure. âGod, I wanna make you cum like this,â she told him quietly.
âI have other plans,â he moaned. Y/N bit her lip as he spoke, her eyes sparkling with love and amusement when he looked down at her. âThey involve you, only you,â he whispered and then tensed up, about to cum.
He turned them around so that she could sit on the table, easily hoisting her up with his hands on the curve of her waist, forcing her to let go of his cock all at once. He breathed shakily as his cock twitched, aching and longing to spill at last, inside her or on her heated skin. He groped her sides lovingly, worshipping her body with his big hands, squeezing the fleshy parts until he felt like he could continue without cumming in five seconds.
They both breathed heavily, their skins charged with electricity and sweaty from the heat of their aroused state. She admired him quietly, the flex in his muscles from his effort to regain control and his composure. His touch took her breath away, like his gentle kisses along her fiery skin. She didnât want to look away from him, or stop touching him either as he mouthed at her neck and bit at her collarbones. His sharp teeth dragging along with his tongue to taste her sweat and the natural flavour of her skin beneath the sheen. His plump lips suctioned at her body, leaving behind territorial marks that he licked at while she dug her nails into his strong body.
He felt weak in the knees holding her. Felt like giving into the intoxicating urge to fuck her with abandon when he heard the soft sounds she made when he touched her, when she pulled at his hair and made him grunt. When she squirmed and dropped her forehead on his shoulder, her chest rising and falling unevenly with stuttered breaths. He made his path down to her breasts. His teeth scraped at her nipples, sucking at the tight buds as she arched into him, inviting him to give her more. He moaned softly, dragging his mouth back up to her face and dropping messy kisses along her jaw until his lips were ghosting over hers.
âIâm sorry,â he whispered.
She blinked at him, dazed with his love, her mind hazy with thoughts only of him. She held his face in her hands, confused. She didnât stay confused much longer because he kissed her. The kiss was slow and breathy which made it even hotter. It was the way he panted against her parted lips when he pulled awayâjust a few millimetres, just for a millisecond, then lazily pulled her close, cupping the back of her head with one of his hands and slipped his tongue back into her mouth.
He held her waist with his other hand, pulling her closer to the edge of the table, moving himself as close as he could between her parted legs, until his hot cock was touching her warm skin. She gave him control of the kiss, melted into him as his velvety tongue swiped over hers, exploring all of her, feeling the familiar space heâd tasted many times before, until he changed the kiss again.
He pecked her lips once theyâd closed up a little, and pressed firmly, like a promise. A promise that only he knew, a promise she was unaware of. She felt content, felt the worry and fear of the Mark of Cain slip from her mind when he started to undo her hair again. He was sucking on her bottom lip and tasting the ghostly remains of her favourite lip tintârose petalsâwith a satisfied moan.
Once her hair was free again, he moved his hand back to his cock, and pulled away. Her mouth was red, lips swollen and gorgeous, all he wanted to do was kiss her again but he denied himself the pleasure and instead bit his lip. She moved her hands off him, placed her palms on the table and followed his gaze as he watched himself drag his leaking cock through her weeping folds.
Upon contact with her warmth, he moaned. He felt so aroused, when he towered over her, he had to place one of his hands flat on the table close to her hand to stabilise himself. She was writhing slightly, panting each time he brushed against her swollen clit, and he couldnât even tolerate his own teasing anymore either.
He kissed her forehead like he always did, aligning the tip of his cock with her entrance and slowly pushed into her. He inspected her face to make sure she was good, groaning at the sight of pleasure that dawned on her face as he pushed in just an inch of himself. He withdrew slightly so she could adjust to the pressure and the stretch of him, then shoved in just a little more.
âUmm,â she whimpered, her hand flattening over his sweaty chest was her silent signal that she felt like she couldnât take him. She could feel the rapid hammering of his heart against her palm and she clenched around him, eyes locking onto his to see past the madness of his lust, a tender fire that devoured everything else like a hungry beast.
He could read it all in her eyes too, her love, the way her adoring gaze blanketed over his entire soul, making him feel so loved and safe. It made his stomach flutter, made him feel like just pushing all the way inâjust to feel closer to her. Instead, he brought his hand to her clit, rubbing slowly as he withdrew again and pushed back in, deeper. âYouâre taking me so fucking good, baby,â he reassured her, his voice raspy and thick with lust.
The sound of him so wrecked made her shudder, temporarily closing her eyes and leaning back slightly in hopes of getting him inside her more easily. He kept his pace slow, mindful of her body, her limits, the way he always did as he pushed himself into her. He nuzzled her cheek and kissed her jaw, breathing unstably by her ear, âjust a little more,â he murmured, looking away from her eyes to check that there was, in fact, just a bit more of his thick length that she had to take.
She stared at him for a few moments, studied the aroused fascination that brightened his honeydew eyes and with demure hesitation, she let herself look down too. She watched him pull out just a little, revealing how wet she left him and she gasped, a flurry of excited butterflies fluttering in her stomach.
It made him look up at her, his eyes knowing, gleaming with pride. He had her right where he wanted her, he always did. He pushed himself into her all the way, still gentle, he leaned over her a little, his arm wrapping around her waist so sheâd hold onto him instead of balancing on the table, letting her adjust as he dropped kisses over her shoulders and the side of her neck. The scrape of his stubble tickled, but she found it more sexy than uncomfortable.
She wiggled beneath him, wrapping one of her arms around his neck with one hand flat on the table as she brought his mouth to hers. âIâm okay,â she murmured against his lips. He nodded and moaned softly, moving his two hands under her thighs, lifting her up slightly until she was only able to hold onto him.
He pulled his hips back and thrusted into her, feeling her arms squeeze him slightly. He cursed under his breath, twitching inside her at the feeling of her walls dragging along his cock. His pace was still slow, his breath catching as he felt the velvety ridges of her wet walls tightening around him. Only the head of his cock remained inside her and he pushed in slowly, his breaths shaky and shallow.
âY/N,â he moaned, placing her back down when his hips were flush against hers. He gently pushed her down onto her back with a hand on her sternum. He slowly slid his hand down to her tummy, his eyes locked on hers, both of them more patient and tender than usual, but he knew the reason why as his arm ached. He lifted her feet up to the table, spreading her out more, pushing himself all the way---deeper---until he could feel her cervix if he swivelled his hips.
âDean,â she mewled, her lips parted as she tipped her head back, her eyebrows furrowing while her eyes fluttered close. She reached out for his wrists, her hands sliding up until her hand rested over the Mark, squeezing reassuringly. He looked down at her small hand, her lavender nails creating crescent moons as she tried to reach all the way around his arm. âPlease, move,â she finally begged, lifting her hips up a little to encourage him.
He admired her the whole time he started to thrust into her. His eyes stuck on her body as she jolted up the table slightly only for his hands to keep her hips planted where they were. Her breasts jiggled, abandoned and covered in small marks from his mouth and he twitched inside her, a grunt leaving his throat. Everything about her turned him on, the way they locked eyes, like a passing meteor getting pulled in by Earthâs gravity, they could only stare at each other.
He loved her so much, he didnât want to look away. He needed her more than the air he breathed. She was everything to him. The only reason he smiled everyday, the only reason the weight of his guilt and shame didnât crush him. It was the tenderness of her eyes like a Magellanic Cloud, the way she cut through the darkness in his life like a galaxy hurtling through space.
He, on the other hand, was a dimming and dying galaxy until she collided with him, dragging him along for the ride and perfectly melding into each other so that her stars were his, so that her planets and her suns also belonged to him, so that he could never remember or comprehend where he began or where he ended, only that heâd always find her at the end of his despair and at the start of every joy.
She brought life to him like a sun, terraforming him, blossoming his withering hopes and dreams. Her love for him grew like the universe itself, every moment expanding into the nothingness beyond, utterly unrestricted.
âFuck, IâŠâ he whispered brokenly. He couldnât always bring himself to say âI love youâ and it frustrated him how awkward the words felt on his tongue, and itâs not like heâs never said them before. It was terrifying, especially in moments like these. It was serious and it was real. And he felt that that was exactly why he should say those words, that in moments like these itâs exactly the right moment to let them slip out. But he couldnât. He found them easy to type, to press the button, and send it to her so she could read them.
He momentarily gave up on his admission and brought his hand down to her clit to rub quick circles. Like the final bit of pressure needed for a star to be born, the bursts of pleasure became overwhelming as she clamped down on him, drawing a growl from deep within his chest as she came. His name poured from her lips like traces of stardust and CMBR as she trembled on the table, his thumb slowly drawing out her orgasm as his warm release spurted into her.
He grunted her name mindlessly, swivelling his hips, pushing to keep his cum as deep inside her as physically possible until he was spilling out of her from how full she was. He didnât care about what Sam would say if he walked in, he only cared about claiming her and filling her up. His soul burned with pride and fervour knowing sheâd be wet and full inside for days with his cum as she walked around and worked, that her cunt and clit would be swollen from his usage for the next hours, sore from the penetration of his cock, her skin bruised by his hands and mouth, and her nipples tight from his tongue and fingers.
âUmm,â she started quietly. He snapped out of his daze, a lazy smile growing on his lips as he looked into her soft eyes, but didnât dare to slip out of her. He lifted a hand to move a few strands of hair away from her flushed face and saw her perk up slightly. âFunny how I was annoying you earlierâŠâ she trailed off, her fingers brushing against the Mark, relaxing him.
He hummed softly, shaking his head. âYouâre not annoying,â he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek. She smiled at him, an adoring tenderness radiating from her features like sunlight that flustered him. âI.. I am sorry,â he whispered.
âHmm? What for?â Her voice was quiet and curious, stunned about his second apology.
âYou know.. Crowley, for not calling or texting, for everything before that if I havenât apologised, and for everything after, just in case Iâm too stupid to realise Iâm wrong,â he told her, just a little bit of guilt and shame making him look away.
âHey.â Her voice was soft, like everything else about her, and he looked up at her again when she tugged at his arms. âIâm always going to forgive you,â she informed him, then shut her eyes as if he wasnât allowed to argue with her. She hummed softly at his thoughtful silence, her hands reaching out for his hips, pulling him into her so heâd brush her cervix again as a way to distract him.
âSam⊠He, uh,â Dean paused to laugh sadly, âhe gave me the talk.. the âdonât hurt herâ talk when you and me started.. dating, when I.. popped outta Hell,â he spoke up randomly. She remembered, it felt like just yesterday he was having nightmares of what heâd done in Hell---even now, there was still the aftermath of Hell affecting him. She lifted a brow, opening her eyes, and tilting her head like a puppy to give him her undivided attention.
Then, she smiled, images of Sam acting like the overprotective brother that Dean once played entertained her. âOh.â
âI always knew no one could love like you do, and I wanted to.. uh, hold onto that innocence, that goodness in you, your kindness⊠I thought itâd wither away, but looking at you now, thereâs only⊠more of it. I donât know how⊠but you still care and love and feel so deeply.â He finally pulled out of her, biting his lip as he shamelessly watched himself slip out while his cum followed.
âWhat are you trying to say?â She didnât notice what he was enthralled by, too caught up in trying to analyse his words, so he blinked away his arousal and picked up his folded shirt to clean her up.
âI donât wanna taint that, I donât wanna ruin it, to make you⊠lose that. I love you so much for it, and I have⊠this,â he pointed to the Mark on his arm, âso I know I wonât be.. stay good.. like you. Iâll be a demon, just evil, cold, and darkâŠâ he trailed off, focusing on cleaning her up while feeling her eyes probing his very soul without even having to slip into the doors of his eyes.
âDonât.. do you think⊠that now, as a human, youâre nothing more than that?â Her voice was quiet, like she didnât actually want to know the answer, as if itâd break her to know the truth. She shooed his hand away as she sat up, her eyes never once straying from what she could see of his face.
âWell, yeah, I mean, thatâs why Cain gave me this thing, because I was worthy or whatever,â he mumbled, busying himself by putting both their dirty clothes into the duffle bag to wash later. âNot something I should be proud of beinâ worthy of,â he muttered, putting his boxers on. She was quiet for a moment and let him dress her in his flannel as she tried to find her next words.
âHeâs wrong, he doesnât know you, not really,â she started. He caged her with his arms, his hands flat on either side of her hips and he finally looked up at her, their faces really close, but far enough for her to see his scepticism. âSo, heâs seen like.. point one percent of what you are, you are so much more, Dean.â She hid her face in his neck, kissing his tattoo before she pulled away to add, âI look up to you, so.. if you love who I am, just know itâs because of you⊠that I am this way..â
âWhat?â He blinked, pulling back just to make sure he heard right, his brain incapable of retaining the meaning of her words.
âWhat? You really donât know?â She asked with disbelief, a sad smile washing over her face. âThatâs somewhat endearing actually,â she murmured with a somewhat sad, little laugh. She scooted forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, a little sigh drifting between her lips. âThe first thing I noticed when I met you was how kind you are. How you took care of Sam.. then I found out youâve done it all your childhood and you didnât complain.â
âIt wasnât your job, you couldâve just.. not done it, but you did. With no reward, no thanks, nothing. You couldâve lied and âtaken care of himâ---no one was watching---but you still did it, and he had a better childhood than you. In fact, heâs turned out quite wonderful. You made him want more, made him feel worthy, valuable, which is why he went off to college.â
âYou shielded him as much as you could from hunting, that for him there was actually a way out. Something you couldnât see for yourself because you made it your job to take all the weight. Then, you took care of me and tried doing the same. And.. well, if you love who I am, thank yourself, Dean. You were like a hero to me, different from your dad, different from all the hunters Iâd seen, and I thought, âthis.. he is what I want to be, not a killer, not a thoughtless, violent, bloodthirsty, unchanging hunter---a heroâ. I loved you for it back then too.â
âThen, when we were hunting together---all three of us, to look for your dad⊠I saw more of you.. there were the random kids you saved⊠how gentle you were---and still are---with them. Youâve shown mercy to monsters, to people who could be considered dangerous. You changed your mind about what huntingâs all about, youâve evolved past killing anything that isnât human, youâve grown, and other hunters stick with the same âall monsters are killers and need to dieâ motto. Youâve realised that theyâre just like us too. That they can be different and.. fuck, if thatâs not goodness, then I donât know what you wanna call it.â
âYouâve done everything youâve doneâeven getting this damned Markâout of love, for the world, or for Sam, or whoever, because youâre good. Iâve seen all these billions of different, tiny, bits and pieces of you, and.. to me.. youâre.. like a whole universe, filled with light, hope, love, life, sadness, pain, grief, and youâre so fucking beautiful Iâm just.. overwhelmed with how much I adore you for being who you are. I would never ask you to change.â
âAnd youâre still trying to save everyone. You, Sam, and even Cas might not always succeed when you try to do something you think is right or good to try to save the ones you love or the world, but the point of being a good man is that youâre even trying at all. No one sees you, no one tells you to, no one thanks you for it, you just help people because itâs right, because itâs the least you could do, above all, you do it because youâre kind, Dean.â
Silence fell over them momentarily as Dean let her words sink in. His mind worked quickly to absorb her sentiment and her love for him, and he wanted to cry. Tears of happiness and adoration stung his eyes and he blinked them away, swallowing past the tightness in his throat that made a strained whimper melt away, stopping it from making its way out.
âY/N..â
âYou donât have to say anything, I just want you to know that, I just want you to hear the truth from someone who loves you and knows who you really are. Someone who accepts you as you are and doesnât try to change you.. or.. act like all you are is.. bad. I see you, at your core, your very soul and your mind.. all of you⊠is just.. glorious. Nothing needs to be added to you or changed or removed because youâre already perfect, and anyone who doesnât see that is a daft cow and their opinions donât matter, obviously. Youâre my everything and I love you,â she murmured, smiling playfully.
âYouâre soâŠâ He broke into a smile too, his hands landed on her hips and he pulled her closer to him, their faces inching closer. Close enough for their breaths to make them dizzy with a more tender haze of desire washing over them.
âShh, let me.. I love you,â she whispered lazily against his lips. She kissed him deeply, both of them smiling and trying not to laugh as their lips moved together.
âYouâre delirious,â he mumbled, entertained by her playfulness.
She pulled away from the kiss, her legs wrapping around his hips with her ankles locked together. She nuzzled into his neck again, finding a comfortable position and whispering, âshh, I said I love you, letâs go to sleep.â
âNot in our... bed?â He suggested with a chuckle, kissing her head.
âOh. Right.. yes.â She pulled away, hopping off the table and fixing his shirt she was wearing. He bit his lip, claiming her waist under the open shirt with his hands. He pushed the shirt open more with his forearms to admire her nakedness.
âItâs okay, I love you.â He smiled like a dork as he kissed her forehead.
âYouâre adorable when you say that,â she grinned, circling his waist with her arms. He blinked down at her, his eyes lighting up when he backtracked and remembered what had slipped from his mouth.
âI.. uh, sorry for not saying it more often,â he mumbled, still a little proud of himself for saying it at all.
âDonât worry. Itâs pretty hard for me to say it to you sometimes..â she confessed bashfully. Of course sheâd understand that he had difficulty saying those words, as overdue as they were. She knew heâd found other ways to express it, everything he does for her he does out of love. At least now he knows thereâs nothing he needs to overthink. She really knows him. She really sees him.
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Red Sundress - JT Compher
Summary: a little red sundress goes a long way (to making JT admit his feelings).
Words: 1.8k
Warnings: some bad language, self-doubt, JT is a bit of an idiot
A/N: Iâve had this song in my head all afternoon, so now you get to suffer the consequences.
Title from Head over Heels, by Restless Road
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Iâm losinâ my head over heels in a red sundress, and them ruby red lips looking my way.
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You knew you had his attention the moment you walked in.
It was the height of summer, a typical local barbecue with friends, and youâd been trying for weeks to get JT to make a move. Youâd known him for a few years now, and heâd flirted shyly with you on and off in the time he was home from Denver and Detroit, but this summer felt different.
At least you thought it had. The fact that he was still acting shy and not making a move, despite all your blatant signals, was starting to make you doubt his intentions. With everyone else, JT seemed so confident, smiling away, laughing like nothing mattered. But with you, something was holding him back â and it was driving you crazy.
There was no way you were throwing yourself at the feet of an NHL player, no matter how sweet he was. That was level of desperation you were set in your mind not to sink to. If he wanted you, he was going to have to damn well say it to your face. Still, you thought youâd make a move of your own â wearing a new red sundress, floaty and sultry with a deep v-neck â to get some kind of reaction from him. And by the way his eyes had been locked on you since you joined your friends? It seemed to be working. Sort of.
âHe still hasnât made a move? When youâre wearing a dress like that?â
You shrugged at your friend Liz, smiling sadly where you were standing with her and your mutual friend Millie, beers in hand. Sure, JT was looking â but he hadnât even approached you yet and it was frustrating you to no end. Not even a simple hello?
âIdiot boy, no wonder youâre straight up trying to kill him,â Millie mused.
âI have no idea what you mean,â you said innocently.
âUh huh, and pigs can fly,â she snorted, âthatâs the kind of dress that means trouble and you know it.â
Your innocent smile slid into a small smirk. That was the idea. âIâm tired of dancing around this maybe-maybe not thing JTâs been doing. Itâs been weeks. Iâm just giving him a little incentive to make up his mind.â
âBy the way heâs drooling over you? Iâd say itâs working,â Millie snickered.
And yet heâs all the way across the yard, not taking action,â you shrugged.
Liz frowned, glancing over her shoulder to look at him, before turning back to you with a sigh.
âStupid boy doesnât deserve you. If he doesnât make a move today then Iâm going to set you up with at least three people who will,â she said seriously.
As much as you hated the idea of giving up on JT, maybe Liz had a point. You looked damn good, and if JT wasnât going to appreciate it, wasnât going to do anything about it, then it was his loss. Right?
âAlright, deal,â you nodded.
Millie just whooped, giving you a high five, earning a fond eye roll from Liz. The thing about Millie was that she wasnât quiet in the slightest, so her whoop gained a lot of heads turning your way â including JTâs. He smiled inquisitively, tilting his head slightly, but you just raised an eyebrow. Come and find out for yourself. He looked a little surprised at your response, but still didnât move from the group he was standing with, making you huff and turn back to your friends. Maybe Liz was right â maybe you deserved better than this, doubting yourself over someone that made you question your self-worth. Maybe.
But damn it you werenât still holding out hope.
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JT watched you from across the backyard, feeling a pang in his chest as you turned away from him with a slight frown on your face. He knew he was being a coward right now â everyone knew, it wasnât like he was being subtle â but there was just something about you in that red dress and wedge heels that had his mind whirling. The moment heâd met you all those years ago heâd been overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by your confidence, your mind, your beauty, your smile. His sisters, his friends, your friends had all told him to make a move before you moved on, but it just wasnât that easy.
It was like the whole world stopped whenever you appeared. So casual, so cool, so unattainable. So unbelievably out of his league that it wasnât even funny. And yet there you were, giving him the time of day that other guys could only dream of. JT always felt like an idiot trying to impress you, desperate to earn one of your sweet friendly smiles, to make you genuinely laugh, to keep your attention on him. He honestly didnât know why you kept flirting back with him after all this time, didnât know why you hadnât moved your attention onto someone who wasnât such a coward. Every gathering, every party, every hangout he told himself that this was the time, this was the day he was finally going to say how he felt â but every time he backed out at the last moment.
He knew what a good thing he could have with you â so why couldnât he just take that chance?
It wasnât until your friend Liz caught his eyes and tapped her watch that he felt a wash of dread run over him. Tick tock time is running out. He knew Liz well enough to know that she wasnât messing around. This was his last chance. He had to stop chickening out.
But how?
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The slowly growing disappointment that filled your body was slowly dampening your mood. Your plan hadnât worked. Youâd bought this dress specifically for him. Youâd worn the high heels, matched the lipstick, curled your hair, all for him and yet JT hadnât done anything. He hadnât even come over to say hello. Was this it? After all the flirting, was this the end of it? If it was, what a hell of a way to go. Fuck.
âAnyone want a drink?â you asked to your small group, wiggling your empty bottle in the air.
After a chorus of noâs you headed inside to the kitchen, pulling a fresh beer out of a cooler with a sigh. One more drink and you were going to switch to water. One more. If only you could find a bottle opener.
âNeed some help with that?â
You flinched in surprise, not realising you werenât alone, but turned to face the familiar voice anyway. JT looked good. He always looked so good.
âNice of you to finally speak to me. I was beginning to think I had cooties,â you said curtly, sarcasm harsher than you intended as you took the offered bottle opener from him.
He blushed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck like the awkward goose he was, giving you a slight flush of satisfaction. Good. He should feel bad for making you feel bad.
âYou look good,â he eventually choked out.
âI know I do,â you said, raising an eyebrow as you passed the bottle opener back.
JT huffed out a laugh. âIâm sorry, okay? I shouldâve said hi the moment you walked in, but my headâs been whirling with everything else I wanted to say.â
What?
Your face mustâve said everything your thoughts were echoing, because JT just laughed softly again.
âYou mesmerise me. And Iâve been too much of a coward to tell you.â
Oh fuck.
âJTâŠâ you breathed.
You mesmerised him? What the hell?
âI shouldâve said something sooner. Shouldâve stopped wasting so much time. But your red dress is killing me, babe. Am I too late?â
Babe?
Two could play at that game.
âToo late for what?â you challenged.
Because you needed to know what he really wanted. If it was just a quick fling because of this admittedly spectacular dress? Well, then you werenât interested. By this point, you could admit to yourself, youâd fallen head over heels for JT Compher â so it was all or nothing.
JT smiled at your words, a look into his eyes that you hadnât seen before â one that made you shiver. âToo late for you to take a chance on me. I want to take you out to dinner, sweep you off your feet. You like dahlias, right? I want to buy you bouquet after bouquet, each flower as perfect and beautiful as you. I want to hold your hand while we walk down the street, to kiss you good morning in my bed, to argue with you about your ridiculous reality tv opinions, to have you sitting in my lap making everyone jealous. I want to fly you out to Detroit every chance I get, have you cheering in the crowd at every home game. I want you, exactly as you are.â
Oh fuck.
JT bit his bottom lip to hide his smile, clearly pleased with whatever was showing on your face. But then his expression sobered a little, losing its flirting edge. âI understand if Iâve waited too long. You deserved better, everyone knows that. You deserved someone who was open and honest with you from the start, not someone who was too scared to take a chance on a beautiful girl. Because you are beautiful, babe, inside and out. I lose my mind every time I see you, and I know that Iâm rambling like an idiot right now but Iâm just sorry I havenât had the courage before now. Give me a chance to make it up to you? I promise you Iâll be worth it.â
You felt your heart racing as his words sunk in. This was everything youâd been holding out for, the declarations like music to your ears. As much as your wanted to stay mad at him â not just for stringing you along but for making you doubt yourself â there was no way you could. No way in hell. The way he was being so sincere and vulnerable with your right now was giving you everything. He really wanted you. Why couldnât he have said all of this weeks ago? Why had he drawn this out for years if he felt like this? Why had it taken him so long to admit how he felt?
âAbout time,â you breathed.
JT grinned sharply, your breath catching in your throat at the promise in his eyes. He looked hungry. âSo what do you think?â
âI think you should kiss me,â was all you could murmur.
JT wasted no time in pressing you up against the kitchen counter and capturing your lips with his. With a soft moan you eagerly kissed him back, sliding your arms around his neck as his hands clutched desperately at your waist. So worth the wait.
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My Babydaddy
In honor of my glorious blue eyed king coming back I conjured up a lil sum sum
The phrase âthat's my baby daddy and ima stick by himâ was a common phrase said by the famous rapper s/n. That was the only phrase she could say that would give her some type of strength to stick by her baby daddy as he did some pretty questionable things in the movies he acted in. Between the kissing scenes, the sex scenes, and the press tour flirting that was quickly turned into compilations that made her look like a stupid bitch for staying, Y/n didnât know how much she could take. The answer was little to none.
There were already songs and diss tracks out to defend your reputation and you had already had talks with Gojo but it ended in him giving her a nod and continuing to do what he was told not to do in the first place.
âSatoru why the fuck is there another compilation with you flirting with this girl on a press tour? What did I fucking tell you?â She yelled into the bathroom, alerting her white haired boyfriend who was brushing his teeth while scrolling on instagram. Probably on other bitches posts too.
âYou're always doing shit to embarass me.â
Gojo spit into the sink and wiped his mouth before looking at them through the doorway of their sometimes shared bedroom. He lived with her sometimes and others he would pick up his baby and do god knows what at his own penthouse located deeper in the city. âWhat are you talking about, Y/n?â He questions, a clear attitude in his voice.
She flips her phone back to him so he could see the true blasphemy for himself. âLook at this shit.â On her phone was sure enough a 10 minute compilation of him being a flirt to LENDAYA on their new press tour.
âWhatâs the problem?â He feigns innocence.
âYou're cheating on me publically. Even cheating on me at all is crazy to me.â She yelled, walking up to him poking his chest with her new nails.
Satoru shrugs and gently removes her hand before scooting by the woman, much to her dismay. âWhat? Do you think weâre together or something?â He laughed. And with the upmost audacity he proceeded to sit on âhis sideâ of HER bed. âIt was just flirting, its not that deep.â
The woman could swear her jaw had fallen on the floor and she wouldn't be able to lift it off after that comment. The friday date nights, constant fucking, petnames, kissing, all the aspects two people would have if they were dating turned out for them not to be dating? He had to be fucking lying.
âFuck do you mean Satoru?â She cussed back. All he did was laugh again. She would be ten times more angrier if his voice wasnât so crisp and beautiful.
âWeâre justâŠcoparenting. I thought we went over this, sweetcheeks.â It was now his turn to stand and put his finger on her. But he wasn't rough with it. He grabbed her chin in a playful way and smirked at her balled up face. âWhy so angry, N/n?â
She thought for a moment. It had been five years of the same routine before and after King was born and it turns out he had been playing with her the entire time? No fucking way. She had to upstand constant name dragging every time they werenât seen together for a while or whenever he decided to flirt and kiss other women. There was only so much she could take with this man. And it was in this moment where she decided to have a backbone and say something about all the shit shes been put through.
âGet the fuck out, Gojo.â
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Tango
Pairing-Frankie Morales x f!reader
Summary-It only takes a little push for you and Frankie to stop dancing around each other.
CW-18+,MDNI,NSFW,Smut, horrible date, tf boys being protective, cursing,angst,comfort, fingering, unprotected piv,cream pie,soft-dom Frankie,sweet aftercare. Reader is not race coded and photo does not represent reader.
WK-4k
A/N-I wrote this as a procrastination for my actual wips. Please enjoy my obsession with the tf boys being protective and as always hints of fishben.
Not beta read
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The bar is dark save for the few flashing lights of the music from the DJ booth. The thick humid air makes it hard to breathe as you belt out your favorite song while grinding on Santis flavor of the week.Â
 It always went this way, youâd be the perfect wing woman for him, dancing with some person until you got tired and Santi would swoop in to take your place, and for a night or a few weeks youâd have a friend to accompany you on the dance floor while the boys nursed their beers.Â
 Youâve been seeing this guy James casually for a few weeks that you met out one night on your own, but he wasnât going to stop you from your weekly ritual of dancing out the stresses of your daily life. The guys seemed to tolerate him enough to invite him out, which is how you found yourself on the dance floor with âFrancescaâ as they sat in the booth trying to look impressed with whatever your date was saying.Â
 Pope was a Tom cat and had no issues picking up people but in his words âI love to watch you work your magicâ. You couldnât lie, it was exhilarating to be wanted by anyone. Itâs not just a sexual attraction, itâs a rush when you can connect with someone on a different level. Inevitably once you introduced them to Santiago they would fall immediately but not before inviting you to join which you were adamant about not crossing that line with him-for now.Â
 âSheâs something else.â The sarcasm in his tone is completely lost on Frankie as he watches you and Santiâs soon to be hookup captivate the dance floor.Â
 He can see it in their eyes, the way you make people feel like they're the only ones in the room with you. He thinks youâve looked at him that way but he canât be sure he wasnât just seeing things.Â
 âYa she is.â It was supposed to be spoken in his head but evidently he said it out loud.
 Will shoots him a look but your date hardly notices the way he said it with such longing in his voice. He knows, they all know that Frankie has loved you forever. It seems the only one oblivious to this is you.Â
 âI mean itâs hot if sheâs not your girlfriend but if she isâŠâ Suddenly all attention is on him and he doesnât even notice. The tension starts to rise at the table like lions ready to pounce and heâs the innocent prey none the wiser.Â
 âIf she is thenâŠwhat?â Will speaks first, the stoic one usually wanting to avoid confrontation for fear of losing his temper, except when it comes to you.Â
 âCome on, you donât mean to tell me youâd be ok with the way sheâs acting in public if she was your girlfriend?âÂ
 âDid I miss something?â Ben turns to face James, seated conveniently next to him and Will subtly grabs his arm giving a light squeeze as a warning. This guy is not worth it.Â
 âSheâs just dancing right?â He looks around the table as Will scrubs his face with his hands and Santi is too enraptured with you and Francesca on the dance floor to notice Frankieâs hard set jaw and crossed arms staring daggers at your date.
 âYa sheâs dancingâŠsheâs almost exposed half the room to her ass and it looks like theyâre going to fuck right there on the dance floor.â Santi finally looks over at him tearing his eyes away from you and then to Frankie with a sly grin on his face.Â
 âThis pendejo got a problem?âÂ
 âNo problem man,I just donât know how comfortable youâd be with your girl acting like that.â Frankie digs his nails into his palm, sure to draw blood as he fights the urge to lunge across the table and teach this guy how to talk about women.Â
 âIf youâre upset about it you should definitely say somethinâ.â The guys all turn to Will, mischievous grins on their face knowing what a massacre he was walking into.Â
 You direct your gaze to the table completely oblivious to the conversation happening about you as Frankie smiles. His deep brown eyes look at you as if youâre the only one in the room. His signature cap turned backwards, encasing his curls. Youâre locked in a trance almost forgetting about your date who youâve left alone for quite some time with them. The guy wouldnât even be here if you thought there was a chance with Frankie.Â
 Most days you push those thoughts away, he was your best friend and if he wanted to be anything more he would make a move.Â
 You grab Francescaâs hand to lead her over to the table, it is definitely time for a break and perhaps another drink while you rejoin Santi and the guys.
 ââ
âYou boys thirsty cause I am?â Will nudges Benny to move so he can slide out of the booth.
 âNext rounds on me sweetheart.â He kisses your forehead as he heads to the bar.
 You sit beside Frankie and youâre acutely aware of the dull ache in your feet, you groan as you rub your heel under the table.Â
 âI take it youâre not joining us on the dance floor.âÂ
 âNo Santiago, you go have fun.â Frankie resists the urge to rest his arm on the seat behind you as he always does when youâre next to each other.Â
 Santi and Francesca head to the dance floor as you lean into Frankie momentarily forgetting your date.
  âItâs probably best if you take a break from embarrassing yourself anyway.â It feels like all the air has left your lungs as you glance over at your date in utter shock.Â
 Benny gets a look in his eye youâve never seen before as he leans across the table coming face to face with him. âI think the only one embarrassing themselves is you.âÂ
 James looks over at you now fully curled into Frankieâs side, his arm now draped across your shoulder with a gentle grip letting you know heâs there if you need him.Â
 âOh I see whatâs happening here.â He gestures between the two of you and Ben. âDo you guys take turns or how does that work?âÂ
 Before you can blink Benny has his collar curled up in his fists as he pulls him out of the booth.Â
 Will ditches the drinks at the bar to run over and grab Ben before youâre all kicked out.Â
 âI was gone for two seconds, what happened?â Ben releases his collar shoving him into the table as Will stands between the two.Â
 âBen was just giving him a lesson in how to talk to women.â Frankieâs calm tone is a stark contrast to the feral look in his eyes as he stares him down just waiting for him to say something stupid again.Â
 He hasnât released his grip on you and youâve all but melted into his embrace as you try not to focus on his calloused hand rubbing circles on your shoulder as the other picks nervously at the label on his beer.Â
 âIâm out of here, you guys can have her.â He brushes past Will, not bothering to look in your direction. In true coward form he calls over his shoulder just far enough away from Benny. âShe doesnât put out anyway.âÂ
 âFucking jackass.â They all turn to you as youâve seemed to have found your voice again.Â
 âDonât worry about guys like that hermosa, they donât deserve you.â His eyes have softened again as he looks at you, thereâs a pull that you canât resist forming between the two of you and you donât want to fight it anymore.Â
 Heâs not sure if you're aware or if you were subconsciously rubbing your hand along his thigh to calm yourself. Itâs having the opposite effect on him as a slow burning heat builds in his stomach, youâre inching your hand further and further and his cock twitches as his body betrays him. You take in a sharp inhale and he bites down hard on his bottom lip to suppress the groan threatening to spill out.Â
 Will clears his throat getting your attention again as you glance at Benny with a wide grin on his face practically bouncing on his feet from the adrenaline.Â
 âIâm gonna grab those drinks I left before I had to wrangle rocky over here.âÂ
 Ben slides in next to you caging you in against Frankie, personal space was not the boy's strong suit.Â
 âThank you.â He looks down at you with those big blue eyes.Â
 âWhat are you thanking me for, sweetheart?âÂ
 âFor defending my honor of course.â Frankieâs laugh reverberates through your body filling you with a warm fuzzy feeling.Â
 âDonât thank him, he loves doing shit like that.â Benny flips him off as Will returns to the table with the drinks, Santi and his date walk up still catching their breath from dancing.Â
 âFish should be thanking me for getting rid of him.â
 âBen.â Will's warning has him throwing his hands up in mock surrender. You almost miss the look Frankie sends him, a silent conversation between the two that looked as close to thank you as it could get.Â
 âFor the record I do put out, he was just having some performance issues.â Santis eyes go wide at the comment as the rest of the table erupts in laughter.Â
 âI definitely missed something cariño.â
 âNothing much just Ben taking out the trash.â He finally notices your absent date and your close proximity to Frankie and claps his brother on the shoulder.Â
 âFinally you two idiotas can stop dancing around each other.â Heat creeps up your neck at the thought of your crush being more obvious than you previously knew.Â
 It relaxes you a little to see the redness on Frankieâs face as heâs been outed as well. He doesnât deny it and that sends a rush of confidence through your body.Â
 âI would never trust a man who didnât like the sight of two beautiful women dancing with each other.â He looks at his date and she practically has hearts in her eyes for him. Some may say he laid in on a little thick but they fell for it every time.Â
 Frankie adjusts again and your hand brushes against the bulge straining on his jeans. You give a light squeeze to test the waters and he leans down close to your ear. âYouâre killing me right now, I hope you know that.â
 âDo you want to get out of here?â He nods at you and drops his arm from your shoulder to grab your hand to help you out of the booth.Â
 âWhere are you two going?â Benny looks like a wounded puppy as his brother leans back crossing his arms smiling sweetly at the two of you.Â
 âMy feet are killing me, Frankieâs gonna take me home.â Decent enough excuse not that it mattered, they all knew where you were going.Â
 âYouâre leaving without me?âÂ
 âBen!â Santi and Will say in unison and you canât help the giggle that escapes you at his incessant teasing.Â
 âMaybe next time Ben.â Frankie shoots you a look as you shrug your shoulders. âHe thought you two were sharing me anyway.âÂ
 âOk I definitely missed something.â Santi and his date slide into your unoccupied seats as you and Frankie say your goodbyes.Â
 Youâre buzzing with nervous excitement as you walk through the bar hand in hand. Heâs keeping you so close, a constant reminder of his protective nature.
 Youâve almost made it to the door before a large hand pulls you back slightly startling you. Frankie turns to see Ben holding your other hand placing a kiss on top.
 âIâm holding you to what you said.â You roll your eyes as you look up at Frankie whose patience is wearing painfully thin.Â
 âGood night Benjamin.â He says through gritted teeth as he pulls you outside. You both laugh as you jog to his truck to try and make a break for it before he comes back for more.Â
 He opens the door for you as heâs done a thousand times, you lift yourself up into the seat and before you can grab it heâs already buckling you in. He hesitantly pulls back as his hand brushes along your thigh. You instinctively close your legs but his hand gently pries them open as he runs his fingers higher under the hem of your dress.Â
 His eyes havenât left yours as he waits for you to tell him to stop but you donât. Your chest is rising and falling and the slow drag of anticipation is building the heat in your core. You donât care that youâre still in the parking lot as he touches his fingers to your soaked center.Â
 He silences the soft whimper leaving your lips as he crashes his into yours. You swallow a groan as you bite down softly on his bottom lip.Â
 âAre you this wet for me?â You nod against his lips as he moves your panties to the side dragging a finger through your slit.Â
 âThis is what you were doing to me hermosa.â He had a point but you definitely werenât this graphic. Itâs so depraved it shouldn't be turning you on this much. The thought of being caught has a fresh wave of slick coating his fingers.Â
 âI want you to come right here.â He dips two fingers in pumping slowly at first as his thumb rubs circles on your clit.Â
 Youâre panting in his mouth as your hips try to leave the seat. The buckle restricts your movements and the heavy weight of his other palm on your hip.
 It would look to the outside like heâs talking to you with the door open as he uses his body to shield what heâs doing.Â
 A familiar feeling is building in your center as he picks up his pace, coaxing you on with hushed words. Youâre a whimpering mess while you grip his shoulder as he calls you his good girl.
 âOh my god Frankie.â
 âThatâs it hermosa come on, I know you can do it.â Heâs growling in your ear as he rolls his hips into the seat for friction.Â
 You donât think anyoneâs ever made you feel like this with just their hands as a wave of pleasure shoots through you. He presses down on that bundle of nerves that has you seeing stars and youâre stifling your moans into his neck as you come down from your high.Â
 He kisses you soft and sweet as if he didnât just take you apart in the parking lot of this bar. He pulls his fingers from you leaving an empty ache that you canât wait to be filled. He brings them up to his mouth and drags them between his lips, humming at the taste.Â
 âIâve wanted to do that for so long.â His confession and lust blown eyes have you momentarily flustered.Â
 You grab his neck pulling him into you as you lick into his mouth tasting yourself on his tongue. After waiting so long the desperation for each other is seeping through every fiber of your being as he devours your lips like his last meal.Â
 You pause for a moment as he rests his forehead on yours, both of you trying to catch your breath.Â
 âIf we donât leave now we wonât hear the end of it from Ben.â He plants a chaste kiss to your lips before he pulls away and closes your door. Youâre grinning to yourself at the thought of explaining to any of them why you were still in the parking lot.Â
 ââ
ïżœïżœ The ride to your house is less heated than your previous exchange but itâs almost better than that. His hand hasnât left your thigh as he focuses on the road occasionally glancing over to you. You canât stop looking over at him and his backwards hat doing wild things to your imagination.
 The silence is filled with so much tension as you think about finally having something youâve wanted for so long.Â
 He pulls into your driveway, mirroring so many things heâs done before yet this time as he comes around to open your door and help you out you can feel the desperation. Heâs crowding behind you as you make your way to the door, his hands caress your hips as you struggle with shaky hands to unlock it.Â
 As you enter he spins you around pressing his body to yours against the door, his breath is hot on your neck as he trails kisses along it down to your collarbone and pulls at the fabric of your dress with his teeth.Â
 You throw his hat somewhere behind him as you finally run your fingers through his soft locks, he moans into your chest as you tug him further into you. Every nerve in your body is on the edge waiting to be pushed over.Â
 He lifts your leg over his hip as he grinds into you, his hard cock straining through his jeans as he rubs it against you. You reach between you to unbuckle his pants and dip your hand under the waistband of his boxers, desperate to feel the soft skin of his cock as you wrap your fingers around it.Â
 âFuck.â Heâs panting into your neck as he cants his hips helping you stroke him over and over. He gently grabs your wrist stilling your movements. âIâm not gonna last if you donât stop.â
 âBedroom?â Your voice comes out more timid than you like but he insistently nods his head as he gets a look in his eyes that youâve only seen a handful of times.Â
 You withdraw your hand and step out of your heels, he thinks youâre going to lead the way as you lightly push against his chest trailing your fingers down to put some distance between you but he sees a moment flash in your eyes as you take off towards the bedroom.Â
 You may have had the element of surprise but just briefly as you hear loud footsteps quickly approaching. Youâre giggling like some teenager as you round the corner to your bedroom. His hands are on your waist pulling you hard into his chest. âYouâre going to pay for that.â Heâs growling into your ear, breathing heavy behind you as he pulls your dress over your head.Â
 You turn in his arms and graze your fingers under the hem of his shirt, lightly brushing the soft skin of his belly. He shudders under your touch as you lift it over his head.Â
 This dance youâre doing with each other feels practiced like youâve done it a thousand times. You donât think after tonight youâll be able to walk away not needing and wanting this everyday.Â
 He walks you backward until your legs hit the bed, he gestures his fingers for you to scoot back as he strips down to nothing. Heâs standing hard and naked in front of you, eyes boring into you hungrily like he wants to devour you.Â
 He dips his knee onto the bed as he trails his fingers up your calf, leaning down to place kisses along your thighs and your stomach as he works his way up. He pauses between your breasts and you can feel his cock twitch against your clothed core. A half whine leaves your lips as he sucks hard on your nipple while his hand teases the other.Â
 âPatienceâŠI told you I was gonna make you pay for that hermosa.â Surely chasing you a few feet down a small hallway doesnât equal the teasing heâs putting you through but you donât want this to be over quickly so you will yourself to relax.Â
 He tucks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and you lift your hips as he slides them down your legs discarding them somewhere behind him. He leans back a little as he spreads your legs wide exposing your dripping folds to him. âFuck youâre beautiful.âÂ
 He grips the base of his cock, the tip is red and angry steadily leaking precum as he pumps himself over you groaning at the way your pussy clenches in anticipation. He drags the tip through your slit without pressing in, the sensation is too much and not enough as you try to raise your hips. He presses you down hard into the mattress with his other hand as his lips crash into yours swallowing your whimpers of frustration.
 âI like those little noises you makeâŠI might just keep playing with you for a while.â He teases your entrance just barely pressing into your core and then slowly pulls away. He chuckles into your neck at the loud mewl you let out.
 Heâs trying to kill you. If you died this way it would be worth it.Â
 âFrankieâŠâ Your attempt at begging is cut off as he buries himself to the hilt, heâs so thick and the stretch is almost too much but he slowly starts to rock his hips and you both let out a sigh of relief as your body finally relaxes. Your legs spread wider to wrap around his waist as your feet press against his ass to pull him in closer.Â
 âFuck this pussy feels like heaven.â He moans into your neck as he picks up his pace, you can feel every ridge of his cock through your walls as you clench down hard on him, the sounds coming from him only spur you on more as you lift your hips to meet his thrusts.Â
 He grabs your hands placing them above your head as he looks between you watching where your bodies meet. Youâre shaking beneath him as your climax quickly approaches, he leans down kissing you and swallowing every moan that leaves your lips.Â
 His pace is faltering and you can tell heâs right on the edge with you. You lock your fingers with his still placed above your head as you whisper praises into his ear and chants of his name.Â
 âCome with me Frankie.â The breathless tone of your voice and the lone tear falling down your face as you come hard, clenching down on him. Itâs like a firework behind your eyes as he shouts your name into your neck grinding his hips once and twice before he collapses his weight on top of you.Â
 You lay there a while rubbing soothing lines up and down his sweaty back as he tries to catch his breath.Â
 âIâm crushing you.â He tries to slide off you but you cage him in with your legs not yet ready to face the moment where he might leave.Â
 âJust a little bit longer please?â He kisses your lips as an answer. Swollen and puffy from the night's activities but so soft in his own way.Â
 He eventually pulls away from you as he retreats to your bathroom, you can faintly hear the sound of running water as sleep tries to claim you. He returns with a washcloth as he delicately wipes your thighs and your folds with such care that you almost cry. No oneâs ever cared for you like this after sex. Itâs a shame how foreign it feels.Â
 âIt would probably be more comfortable if we slept under the covers.â Heâs trying to tug them back as you register what heâs saying.Â
 âYou want to stay?â He pauses at your words perhaps a little forward in assuming you wanted him to.
 âOf courseâŠonly if you want.â You crawl under them faster than you realize and pat the spot next you where you normally have a mountain of pillows.Â
 He slides in perfectly as he pulls you flush against him, his slow breaths fanning the back of your neck as he starts to fall asleep.Â
 The unspoken rhythm of this dance finally finds its voice between you.Â
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Loving you is a losing game
Marc Spector x fem! reader (Steven and Jake are mentioned briefly)
Summary: Marc meeting you was one of the best things to have happen to him. However, the demons of his past make him feel otherwise. You help him see that the love you share is one that should be fought for.
A/N: This is what I thought while listening to the song Arcade by Duncan Laurence. Of course with a happier twist.
A/N 2: Purely for entertainment purposes, so please donât come after me. As I said, I'm still getting used to writing pieces like this.
Marc Spectorâs life has never been easy. From the trauma of his young brotherâs death to everything heâs during his time as Khonshuâs avatar, heâs felt like a ticking time bomb. Though heâs tried to use his time as Moon Knight to right his wrongs, it never feels like itâs enough.
When he meets you, he begins to see that there is more to life than vengeance. Marc begins to let himself enjoy your presence when he and you hit it off at the gym.
You werenât a gym rat by any means but you had started a membership in the hopes of getting in shape and learning self-defense by using their punching bag. Seeing you hit the bag by yourself catches his attention and he begins to give you some pointers on how to improve your stance. Over time, this leads to you becoming sparring partners and eventually exchanging phone numbers. Although,this leads to you all regularly hanging out outside your sparring hours.
The day he asked you out was a shock for him because not only did he actually let himself be brave enough to ask the question but you eagerly accepted his invitation. Itâs even more surprising to find out that one date led to another. Then another until you both have officially unofficially started dating.
Despite everything going well, he knew that there were things he needed to tell you. About his DID. His past. Being the avatar to an Egyptian deity in exchange to right the wrongs from his ugly past.
This then leads him to begin feeling self conscious about himself. His inner dialogue begins to consist of questions such as: What if he didnât deserve this chance at happiness? What if she thinks Iâm crazy or thinks Iâm making this up?
Marc then begins to hear his motherâs voice. Telling him that he is unworthy of receiving love and will only continue to destroy all the lives that he surrounds himself with. Steven and Jake try to snap him out of this but Marc is paralyzed. At this moment, Marc only thinks one thing.
âI have to break up with her before I hurt herâ, Marc thought.
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âMarc, this isnât funny. Stop joking, you say.
âIâm not joking. I think we should break up,â said Marc.
âBut why, Marc? Did I do something wrong?â
âOf course, you didnât. Youâve been the best thing to have ever happened to me.â
âThen why are you doing this?â You take your hand in his, looking at him sadly. âPlease, tell me why youâre acting as if Iâm a disease.â
âImthedisease.â He says as if heâs trying to rip off a bandage.
âWhat, baby?â
âI said, I'm the disease. I seep into innocent lives and destroy them.â He looks at you tearfully.
âMarc, thatâs silly. What are you talking about?â
Marc then begins to explain everything. From the death of his younger brother to the lives he took during his time as a mercenary. He also makes sure to mention that he is the vigilante, Moon Knight, and has two other individuals living within his head. He concludes all of this by saying, âLoving me is a losing game.â
Once heâs done explaining all of this, Marc is waiting to see your reaction to all this. Will you call him crazy? Run away from him? Scream?
Instead, you take his hands in your own.
âLoving you isnât a losing game, Marc,â you tell him. I love you and long as we have each other, we can face whatever life throws at us.â
At this, Marc pulls you into a big hug. He lets himself break down because he knows that youâre here to stay and love him. For his strengths and weaknesses, through good and bad times. He knows you will be there for him.
As you two are still embracing, he starts to believe that he is worth loving after all.
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Random characters with a reader who plays Five Nights at Freddy's
Characters included: Allison Reynolds, Phoebe Buffay, Remy "Thirteen" Hadley, Gomez! Master/Missy
Warnings: gender neutral reader, multiple mentions of the survival horror game Five Nights at Freddy (no spoilers for any of the games though)
A/N: I was finally able to get the fnaf core collection from Walmart that I've been eyeing for like a year and while I've temporarily put aside my Nintendo switch so I won't keep getting the shit scared out of me I decided to write something with some of my favorite characters because a) I want to and b) I can. Is this a niche concept? Yes, but so are all the characters I've chosen for this (and I've only just realized they're all women but I refuse to apologize for it)
Allison Reynolds
She already knew about the game before you told her. In a modern au (which is what this is) she's definitely the weird kid that's obsessed with fnaf, nightcore, creepypasta, etc.
Owns all of the games, including several books and plushies. You're not sure whether they were gifts or if she bought them herself (or if she stole them)
Loves to watch you play, always letting out a small shriek followed by excited giggles whenever you get jumpscared. She's incredibly good, often winning even the most difficult nights on the first try
Watches lore videos and gameplays on YouTube with you while snuggled up in her bed (Matpat and Markiplier are obviously her favorites)
If she knows you have a favorite character she'll go out of her way to get something with them for you. Her favorite character is Marionette/The Puppet
Phoebe Buffay
She saw some of your fnaf stuff and innocently asked what it was from, not knowing your cute little plushies had such a dark backstory
It scares the hell out of her at first, but in a good way. She likes watching you play while cheering you on from the sidelines, occasionally asking questions or swearing at one of the characters when they jumpscare you
Eventually she ends up trying it out for herself, doing surprisingly good from all the times she watched you. Until she ran out of power, that is, and was immediately killed
Probably ends up writing a song about it and singing it at the coffee shop, much to everyone's dismay
"There was once a purple guy who watched children die, they were stuffed in a metal suit and no one knows why-"
Also her favorites are Bonnie and Monty Gator because they play the guitar like her and she automatically thinks they're really cool just because of that
Remy "Thirteen" Hadley
Another ex weird kid who played the games for sure. She's also a champ at them, and will usually give you pointers whenever she watches you play
The type to have serious discussions with you over the lore at any time or place, regardless of whether it's the right environment or not. One time you were talking about it at the hospital during lunch and Kutner overheard. Poor guy was traumatized
Her favorites are Circus Baby and Michael Afton because of how much she strangely relates to them. Springtrap is her worst enemy and she will make it known at any possible time she can bring it up. She hates him so much that whenever she plays the third game it's just her swearing at him the entire time
She also hates Balloon Boy (who doesn't) but it's less of a visceral hatred and more of a "Oh great, this guy again"
Like I said before, she's a champ at them BUT she's also incredibly competitive and will rage quit if she loses more than two times in a row
Gomez! Master/Missy
"Humans are so cute, aren't they? Actively seeking out things that scare them, then acting surprised when they get frightened" <- her exact words when she saw you playing the game for the first time and after you explained it to her
In all honesty, while she does find it cute in a slightly condescending way, she feels like that for pretty much anything humans are interested in, so I wouldn't take it personally
The lore both fascinates and delights her, and she could spend hours listening to you explain it. In fact, I'd go so far as to say she likes that more than the actual games themself
That's not to say that she doesn't enjoy watching you play, because she does. Something about the adrenaline rush and the need to last until six o'clock followed by getting jumpscared out of nowhere is thrilling to her. She might even ask to play herself if she's in a good enough mood, though she will throw a small tantrum if she loses just an FYI
Ballora is her favorite- why? I think it's because of how eery she is. Like, she's somewhat of a mother figure, but there's something off about her. Also it's just the vibes man idk
End notes: sorry for this random fnaf centric post, I just love it so much and needed to integrate it in with my writing
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