#you know the character writing is good when they make your skin crawl a little

[labotor]

"I'll keep your secret, DiMA."

[shaisuki]

Hiii✨ I really really like your writing and I saw your requests are open so I was wondering if you could do a one shot fanfic where (itoshi brothers,Kaiser, shido and any other character you want) realize that reader is wearing their perfume

Sorry if this is dumb, have a good day🎀

❝ MY SCENT IN YOUR SKIN. ❞

FEATURING. ITOSHI RIN, ITOSHI SAE, MICHAEL KAISER, SHIDOU RYUSEI

CONTENT WARNINGS. suggestive themes.

SYNOPSIS. blue lock boys reacting to you wearing their perfume.

ITOSHI RIN

the room are filled with screams, the sound of stabbing and flesh being ripped apart echoed in the confines of his room. rin didn't even blink when a jump scare appeared. the screen flashing with red, white and black color.

rin glanced at the clock. you would be home any time now and he was right. he hears the jingling of keys outside and the loud voice of your greeting him that you were home.

“rin!” you call out to him, leaning to kiss his cheek and rin gets a whiff out of your cologne, his cologne. his nose flaring a bit upon smelling you.

“you used my cologne?” you nodded in response. “ah, i'm sorry rin. that party was long and i know i'll be missing you so i used yours.”

the younger itoshi only stared at you. it wasn't obvious but you see his face softens. “it's fine. you should use it often.” he blankly says and your heart warmed at his words. you nodded.

after that, rin made sure to buy an extra bottle of his cologne.

ITOSHI SAE

sae glances at your plush form. cuddling a pillow while you scroll past your phone. silently giggling at the cute reels that you're watching. he quirks an eyebrow and then he gets a little closer to confirm his suspicion.

there it is, his perfume lingering in your clothes. “you're wearing my cologne.” he commented, a faint smirk tugging on his lips.

you press the button in the side of your phone, locking it. turning around to face him. “yeah.” beaming at him. proud of what you had done.

“it suits you.”

“of course.” you crawled to him. meeting him for a kiss before going back to cuddle your pillow.

sae gets back to his book. glancing at you one last time and he smiled. longer than he wanted to.

MICHAEL KAISER

if there is only one good thing in a party, it would be you.

michael was running out of patience. trying not to show his discomfort and annoyance at the sponsors flocking to him. praising him. well, they should be. he's michael kaiser and no one else.

before he could strangle the nearest person, you appeared. making your way towards him. the dress you were wearing suits you nice. hugging the existing curves you have and your make up expertly done.

“michael.” you purred. pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

he wraps his arm around your plush waist. his mood now calmer and is that his cologne you're wearing? it must be.

“you smell divine, liebe.” michael whispers you. knowing the full implication cause you're wearing his cologne. you only hummed in response. snuggling closer to his body and ignoring the people that surrounds you both. michael did the same.

his grip tight on you the whole time. no matter how bad the party was, it's going to be only good when you're with him.

SHIDOU RYUSEI

dating shidou means that you deal with his behaviors. didn't matter if you're in public. he will do whatever he want. taken by the heat of the moment.

wearing his perfume wasn't a good idea and you're in the middle of the field. the thousand spectators watching you both as shidou slaps you ass. holding a firm grip on it while he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

“damn, babe. you're riling me up.” his voiced laced with amusement. thrilled beyond comprehension and shidou is beyond hard than he could ever imagine. his hardness pressing in your thigh. thank god, it's concealed.

shidou doesn't have any problem with it but to you. it will he a mess, so you try to promise him that he can do whatever he wants to you. just wait for the moment this will be all done and he can ravage you.

now you know that wearing his cologne isn't good when in public.

[alastorss]

Could you maybe write something with Alastor and reader,

and reader gets hurt in the extermination and he cares for her? And maybe like she takes a nap on his lap and he just sorta falls asleep right next to her?

a/n: hello!! i sort of got carried away with this one and made it more sappy than i originally intended, but i hope you still like it! for context: the reader stepped into battle when alastor was hurt by adam and this is the aftermath :) hurt/comfort and fluff!

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Alastor has been eerily quiet since returning to the newly-rebuilt hotel, sutures and bandages in hand.

All his belongings, including his beloved cane, have been cast aside in lieu of medical supplies to be split between you. One measly box worth of gauze and sanitizing wipes. Definitely nothing to gawk at, but good enough.

He's stripped his shirt without any exchange of words. You know his silent request, too prideful to ask for your help verbally but desperation clear in his expression.

"Is this the only spot?" You ask, slowly stringing a suture through his skin. He hisses in pain—his only response. The demon doesn't even gratify you with his eyes anymore, opting to stare off into space as if his mind has taken a vacation elsewhere.

You frown but continue delicately stitching him, piecing him together until he's whole again. His back hits the dresser as he leans on it, body instinctively trying to crawl away from the stinging of the needle. Finally, you knot the end of the sutures and sigh in relief, reaching over to get something to clean the area.

"I'm glad this whole fiasco is over," you comment softly, knowing it won't make him look at you. "With their leader gone, maybe the angels will finally—"

"You disobeyed me," he suddenly snaps. "Why?"

You pause in your movements, blinking up at Alastor while he glowers at you. His eyes narrow into slits, half out of anger and half in a grimace.

"You were cornered. I couldn't just sit by and—"

"I told you to stay out of it," he interrupts again, slapping away your hand. You gasp, alcohol wipe hitting the floor beside you. Defiantly, you challenge him with a glare of your own.

"I'm trying to help, asshole!"

"I know, I know!" He explodes, obviously frustrated. "And look where it got you!"

He pinches your chin to tilt your head up toward him, rotating your face around so he can observe your wounds. A cut lip, a bruising eye—horrible reminders that sinners could be hurt. And you were no more of a sinner than he, much less an Overlord who knew the shape of a soul.

"You risked your life by intervening! What if you had been struck down, you fool?"

Alastor's voice is all panic and no composure, missing any semblance of that accent which is so beloved to him. You know he's telling you exactly what he feels, true emotions unburdened by the character he built for himself in the afterlife.

"So be it! It's no less a fate than what would have happened to you!" You emphasize by jabbing your finger just above his wounded abdomen, careful not to agitate his fresh stitches.

Wincing, he goes silent. It's unnerving how quiet it is again. You've gotten so used to the ambient buzz of his static, but with it missing, you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck pricking up in unease.

He still hasn't released your face, clawed fingers pinching your chin and holding you in place. It isn't until he feels the wetness of your tears pooling at the pads of his fingers that he recoils in surprise.

Sighing, he twists over to open new packs of wipes. You stay still while he carefully cleans your face, ignoring your little whelps of pain the best he can.

Once the blood is gone, he pauses. Then, his fingers gingerly wipe under your eyes, swiping away the globs of tears spilling down your cheeks.

You are pitiful right now, he thinks. Though he probably looks no better.

"I'm sorry," you hiccup. "I don't mean to make you worry."

His expression softens, though his viscous smile remains. You can see it in his eyes—something genuine buried beneath his act.

"I don't want you to die," you admit quietly.

"I wouldn't dream of it, my dear."

You laugh dryly, wiping up your tears on your own with your bloodied sleeves.

"But you almost did. What would I do without you?"

The question is rhetorical, but something vile still swirls violently in your stomach at the idea. As if knowing what's going through your mind, he grabs you by the cheeks and forces you to meet his stare again.

"Not another word out of you," he demands.

His gaze flicks to the bruising under your eye, flesh already discoloured and swelling. "Got a remedy?" You grumble.

Alastor shakes his head but leans in anyway, pressing a chaste kiss just below the swelling. His lips linger on your skin for a moment before he pulls away, amused by your stunned expression.

He invades your space again, this time kissing the crown of your head. Speaking into your hair, he whispers, "I will be more careful. I promise."

"And I'll think before charging into battle after you," you chuckle softly, overwhelmed by his warmth.

Slowly, he tugs you along and sits you on the sofa. He brushes the hair from your eye and takes the opportunity to look at it under better lighting. Just like that, he vanishes, melting into the shadows. When he reappears in front of you, he has cold packs. In a place so warm, they are of little use. But they are better than nothing, he supposes.

Groaning in pain, he seats himself beside you and allows you to slot under his arm. Two demons seeking comfort and companionship curled up together—any other Overlord would laugh.

But Alastor knows what it means to be loved, to have someone who would stand in front of a lethal blow for him, to be stitched back together by your hands.

In the safety of each others' presence, you both fall asleep with the faint hum of static filling the air.

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[benkeibear]

『 Becoming his princess 』

☼ synopsis: Toji was obsessed with making you his sweet anal princess - entirely drunk on his cock stretching you so well.

☼ character: Toji

☼ wc: 3.2k

☼ cw: fem!reader, anal play, (first time) anal, Toji talking the reader into trying something new and pushing boundaries, consent checks, sex toys, lots of teasing and praise, reader getting called "good girl" and "princess", overstimulation, creampie, mentions of fingering, gentle aftercare

☼ notes: welcome to the depths of my brain when it comes to this man. Thank you @suyacho and @kenpachisbrat for letting me write this in chat! 🫶 | don't forget to sign up for my taglist so you won't miss a post!

Toji had always been an ass man, that much was clear. Whenever you two were cuddling on the couch or making out, his broad hands always found their way to the globes of your ass. You didn't mind it, you were actually starting to enjoy it, but lately he started to push you further. The talk of trying out anal came up, which you quickly turned down. Your ass was a one-way route, exit only and the thought about having Tojis cock in there made your skin crawl in all the wrong ways. Without another choice, Toji didn't bring up the topic again, but he didn't stop to feel you up either since you never expressed any issues with it previously, so why not push your boundaries a little?

The next time he had you on all fours, he grinned dirty when his tongue dragged through your drenched folds, eating you out like a man starved, but instead of sinking his tongue into your cunt to have more of your juices melt on his tongue, he dragged it further up to tongue at your puckered hole for just a second. The foreign sensation made you squeak and move away before giving him an angry glare, to which he only feigned innocence, hands held up high, but that wolfish grin on his lips gave it away. “Just couldn't stop myself, darling. Won't happen again,” he promised, half assed but he meant it. You made it clear that you didn't like it and he wouldn't push it - at least not with his tongue. In reality, you weren't sure about how you felt about it, that big taboo clouded your judgment because it actually didn't feel that bad when his wet tongue toyed with your ass, but you shook your head, the thought gone as quickly as it came. Perhaps you'd let him indulge in his little fantasies when you're fucked dumb on his cock, at least that way you won't be able to think about it too much.

Toji was caught by surprise when you nodded softly as he was running his thumb over your puckered hole, his dick buried deep in your cunt. “Want me to push it in, hm?” He asked with a teasing smirk, but that was his mistake, he made you think about it. Unsure about it, you groaned into the pillows, your face buried in the plush fabric, while your hips were high and working to meet his thrusts. “Don’t ask me like that... That's weird,” you mumbled between breathless moans and he made a mental note about putting you in this position again next time, simply putting his hand back onto the globe of your ass as he continued to fuck you into the mattress. Once again, your mind was clouded with the taboo you almost explored and perhaps you just needed to talk with him? Let him know that you're simply nervous about it and his teasing isn't helping - quite the opposite, actually.

"Why do I want to fuck your ass?” Toji repeated your question, the heat rising to your face upon hearing his words that were followed by a chuckle.

“Because that's hot and feels good. For both of us, if it's done right,” he eventually answered nonchalantly, and you nodded.

“Would you do it then? The right way, I mean, so it feels good? But please stop your teasing it's-” Your words started flooding out, rambling in your nervous and slightly embarrassed state, but the black-haired man interrupted you.

“You're rambling, my sweet,” he grinned and leaned in to capture your lips in a sweet kiss that left you wanting more. His lips always left you addicted, wiping your head empty and filling it solely with him.

“Let me make you feel good.” His words sent shivers down your spine and you absentmindedly nodded, allowing him to give you that sweet taste of pleasure you both craved now. In an instant, he pulled you across the couch and onto his lap, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as his hands roamed over your back and your sides as your lips collided in a heated make-out session.

It only took a few minutes until his hands discarded your shirt, his skin hot against your bare chest, when he kissed down your neck to leave love bites along the way. A raspy moan escaped your throat when his teeth tugged at one of your nipples before his tongue immediately lapped over it to soothe the sting. The mix of pain and gentle caress almost drove you insane. Shaky hands started pulling at his jet black strands when his lips left soothing kisses scattered across the valley of your chest. Lost in the feeling of his lips and tongue against your breast, you barely noticed how he picked you up to carry you to the bedroom, ever so gently setting you down on the mattress, where his warmth left your body for just a moment.

"One word and we stop," he whispered into your ear when he returned to his position on top of you again, dragging your favorite toy - a small magic wand - across the inside of your bare thigh, the lowest setting already letting your skin tingle deliciously, but you nodded. "Hmm, yes," you verbally confirmed when he removed the toy from your leg, an expectant look on his face. "That's my good girl. Using her words for me," he muttered against your skin and rewarded you by letting the toy glide over your already slick folds. Soft moans erupted almost instantly, the pleasure was near overwhelming.

His fingers soon joined the toy, the vibration taking your focus away as he dragged them between your folds without dipping them in, instead letting them glide lower between your cheeks. The lube was almost dripping off of them when he started massaging your puckered hole with his middle finger. Eyes full of insecurity shot up at him when you felt him slowly push inside, but not enough to slip past the tight ring of muscles yet.

Your hands started to claw at his arm, trying to stop him and he leaned down to capture your lips in a kiss once again, the vibrations against your clit getting more intense.

"Color?" His voice was uncharacteristically soft and you struggled to answer him between moans "ye-yellow." The words eventually slipped out and he hummed in acknowledgment - You didn't say red, so it was okay to continue.

His lips returned to yours as the magic wand remained teasing your bundle of nerves until a gasp escaped your mouth. Toji couldn't hold back the smirk against your lips at how cute your reaction was, his finger slotted deeply inside your ass, unmoving.

Only when you started desperately grinding against the wand did you register his finger inside of you and a desperate "green" left your lips, almost in a scream. You were on the verge of an orgasm and all your previous little worries didn't exist. Your mind was feeling as light as a feather when he pushed a second finger in right before the vibration of the toy gave you that sweet release you were so desperately chasing after. Toji groaned when he felt you clench around him, so tight just with his fingers inside of you that it made his erection grow painful, but he had to wait. His fingers kept pumping into you, curling and scissoring them to stretch you further. The foreign feeling started to feel good and Toji was able to see the change in your eyes.

It was exactly how he planned this to go, making you feel so good and making you lose your mind with pleasure as he pushed your boundaries until you're begging him to fuck your little ass.

"Be my good girl and turn around," he mused and slowly pulled out of you, which made you whine. You felt so pathetic when that noise escaped your throat, but you did as told, wanting this high back you felt moments ago. The orgasm was more intense than usual.

"Atta girl," his voice was raspy as the need in him grew from seeing you in such a vulnerable position for him - laying on your stomach with your hips held high just for him.

Your slick folds were on full display for him as he let some more lube drip onto your puckered hole, chuckling when you flinched from the cool liquid. "Careful, it's cold," he teased, warning you far too late, but before you could react to his words, another toy pushed against your hole. Unsure where he even got it, you braced yourself and Toji held the magic wand against your wet cunt once more, trying to help you relax for him.

The plug slid in surprisingly easy and you looked over your shoulders at your lover with doe eyes, feeling so good but scared at the same time. The metal object made you feel full, stretching your insides while his thumb slid into your pussy to massage your g-spot until he had you right where he wanted to again. All the stimulation tightened the knot inside of you at record speed, threatening to snap the next time his thumb pushed against your sweet spot, but it never came. Instead, Toji removed his finger and started moving the anal plug, the buzzing of the toy against your clit finally taking you over the edge a second time.

Your muscles sucked the plug back in, clenching tightly around it, which made you feel so full already and it only made you crave more. The black-haired man knew exactly what he was doing, corrupting you, making you crave having your ass filled with his cock and it was working.

When the shocks of pleasure wore off, Toji continued playing with the plug inside of you, pulling and pushing - he wanted you to whine, to admit how good it felt to you. He broke you down slowly but surely and you enjoyed it. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly when you started pushing back into him, breathless moans falling from your lips and getting swallowed by the pillows beneath you.

“What was that?” He asked teasingly and at the same time, he pulled the little metal plug out of you.

“You want my fingers again?” His voice sounded menacing, having heard your plea for his fingers perfectly well.

“Fuck- Toji… Just finger me already,” you snapped embarrassed, wanting him to work you open so you could finally feel his cock inside of you.

You were always so drunk on his cock, craving it inside of you in one way or another and the thought of having him fill yet another hole of yours started to excite you rather than scare you. His chuckle sounded mean, but you didn't bother focusing on it when two of his thick fingers pushed into your ass once again, this time with ease.

“You take me so well, darling. Gonna make you my little anal princess, hm? Want me to fuck your ass so badly?” He started to mock you, his voice laced with amusement with every whine of pleasure you provided him with and you didn't need to answer him. The way you bit your lip absentmindedly at his words was enough for him to know you wanted this as badly as he did now.

Thoughtful as he was, Toji turned the little wand on again to help you relax because his fingers were nothing compared to the girth of his dick and it would hurt. Both his fingers remained inside of you as he used his other hand to slick up his cock with the lube, using a generous amount to make things easier for you.

“Ready to be my little princess?” He asked with a smirk as he pulled his fingers out painfully slow, the tip of his dick now kissing your puckered hole, and slowly he pushed in, never enough to slip even the tip inside of you. He wanted to hear you beg for him, beg him to fuck your sweet little ass. He needed you to beg him to ruin you completely, claim your body fully and never be satisfied with another man ever again.

The anticipation his endless teasing brought drove you insane, the vibration against your pussy wasn't strong enough to give you the pleasure you craved and you knew that you needed him inside of you to cum again, needed to have him ruin you to find pleasure.

"To-ji,” his name was cut in half by a whimper when just his tip slipped into your puckered hole, only to disappear again.

“Just fu- just fuck me already,” you almost screamed it, shame sitting deep inside of you at having to beg him to finally take you from behind, but he made you taste poison and you liked it.

“As you wish,” a wolfish grin spread over his lips and a single thrust was all it took for him to be settled inside of you, his heavy balls slapping against your wet cunt in the process.

Your eyes opened wide at the intrusion, unsure if it hurt or felt good - you just felt full. Feeling you clench around him like a vice was almost painful to him, but he granted you time to get used to the feeling.

“Taking me so well. So good for me.” His words were soothing, kisses against your spine helped you relax further, but when he turned the wand higher again, your hips jerked up, letting you feel him so much deeper inside of you. A high-pitched moan left your lips, almost a yelp, but it was filled with a foreign sense of pleasure. Your walls stopped gripping Toji’s cock like a vice, giving him the opportunity to finally move inside of you. His thrusts were slow but deep, his hips rolling against yours to make you feel each thrust dragging along your walls. The overwhelming feeling of being so unusually full, paired with the strong vibration against your already overly sensitive bundle of nerves had you panting like a bitch in heat, your hips bucking into him and helplessly humping the wand.

“Ah, ah. You'll cum from my cock, princess,” Toji ordered and removed the toy from your pussy.

A loud whine of protest escaped your lips, but it turned into one of pleasure when he rolled his hips particularly hard, catching you off guard by how good it felt. You were so close, but it was never enough to take you over the edge. The feeling of Toji's cock in your ass was too foreign and intense to snap that knot inside of your stomach - or at least that's what you thought. Toji slumped over you, no longer able to hold up his weight entirely as he caged you in, his huge body forcing your hips down against the mattress so he had you in prone bone.

The simple change of position made you feel so small compared to your lover, his hot breaths and grunts driving you insane and before you knew it, you were clawing into the pillows, chanting his name like a lewd prayer as another orgasm washed over you. "Fuck! That's my good girl," Toji praised, his voice deep and strained from the way you clenched around his cock, so hard he could barely thrust into you anymore, but that's exactly what he liked. Your little ass was just so perfect for him and no one else ever made you feel this way. It gave him the biggest ego boost with the way you were singing so pretty for him.

Your ears were ringing from the intensity of your orgasm, barely able to hear the praise that fell from your lover's lips, only the strangled moan followed by harsh pants when he finally released inside of you. Unable to help it, you whined loudly. The feeling of his cum filling you up made you realize that it would be over soon and you didn't want this ecstatic feeling to end yet, not when you just started enjoying it. Your pathetic whine made Toji chuckle, his black hair tickling your shoulder as he shook his head.

"You're so damn greedy, you know that?" He asked amused and pulled your hips into him so he could slide the magic wand between your pussy and the mattress once again, the highest setting buzzing against your clit. "To-ji," you moaned his name, "too much." Your voice was hoarse, but he didn't listen. The feeling of your ass clenching tightly around his cock was drowning out your little sounds of protest. "Stop crying and fucking cum," he groaned into your ear, an order you knew you should follow. You could have told him "red," but you didn't, craving the feeling of yet another orgasm even if your overstimulated clit screamed for mercy.

When you finally reached your peak, Toji was hissing into your ear as you milked him dry, trying to get every drop of his seed into your greedy body. "You're doing so good for me. Took me so well." His voice was soft, uncharacteristically sweet, even when the wand slowly lost the intensity until he shut it off entirely. Your clit still twitching from the intense vibration it just felt and all you could do was nod. You were his good girl, his sweet little anal princess and he was so proud of you.

Carefully, Toji slipped out of you, his hands spreading your cheeks to see your hole gape from the previous intrusion and it was a sight he could certainly get used to. There was a grin on his face when he watched his cum run down to your still-glistening cunt, a finger following the trail of white liquid.

“I should make sure that your little pussy doesn't feel neglected, don't you think?" Toji mused out, a single finger pushing some of his seed into your entrance, but you shook your head. "Red." The word left your lips in a mumble and he immediately stopped teasing you.

"Let's take a bath then, or you'll regret it in the morning," he said matter-of-factly before scooping you up into his arms and throwing you over his shoulder, which never fails to make you laugh. It was such a silly thing to him, but you looked like you needed more gentle aftercare this time, so a bath and some cuddles after would do it.

"How're ya feelin'?" Toji's voice was gentle now as his arms wrapped around you and his head rested on top of yours, bodies surrounded by hot water.

"'m good. A bit sore, to be honest," you mumbled back to him, your head resting against his broad chest, adoring just how caring he can be if he wants to.

"You'll get used to it. The first always is worst, but you seemed to enjoy it regardless," he pointed out, a shit-eating grin spreading over his lips and you could hear it in his voice.

"Just shut up, Fushiguro." You laughed softly and bit his arm in a playful way. But he was right - you did enjoy it and perhaps you'll let him have both holes next time.

[yumeboshi]

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❝ THANK YOU FOR YOUR ORDER、 @bunn3333s .ᐟ ⟡ HERE IS YOUR RECEIPT FROM CAFÉ YUME ⟡

𐙚SICKLY SWEET SPRINKLE SUNDAE：sickly sweet it makes you throw up!

𐙚 dish desc。．a not so romantic dinner sunday made for you after you tried running away.

．。𝜗𝜚 labels。 general yandere themes, manipulation, filthy, mentions of aphrodisiacs, no i promise i write for other characters too, heavy brainrot, MINORS DNI

．。𝜗𝜚 ingredients。sunday

WAS HE ANGRY?

it was hard to tell by the way SUNDAY smiles at you with eyes hollow like shells, gesturing for you to take a seat at the lavish dinner table. your fiancé, although more of a forced engagement, was undoubtedly a good cook. the dishes set across the spacious wooden table cloaked with heavenly silk were straight from a 5-star course meal at the Reverie, each one tingling your nostrils with an exquisitely savory smell.

the situation might have been very flattering if you haven’t tried to run away from him moments ago.

“please, take a seat. i made it just for you, you know.” he laughs shortly at your hesitance, but his eyes pierce through you, like a predator waiting for its prey.

you feel your heart thud against your chest as you sit down tentatively- the scrape of the chair only scratching your nerves even more. although the scent around you tempted your stomach, your mouth felt paradoxically dry and you felt like throwing up. you felt uncomfortable, as if a thousand ants were crawling over your skin by his stare that never once leaves you.

“you deserve to eat,” he breaks your discomfort with a gentle hand that guides your own to the silver utensils that are far too expensive for you. “you’ve been such a good girl.”

the way he says it tells you he doesn’t think that at all. but how can you possibly deny him, when you’ve already done it once? you should be grateful he’s even allowing you to eat.

but as the steak reaches your lips, you feel a sudden churn in your throat that tells you you really shouldn’t eat it. sunday taps you with the other hand on your shoulder- a subtle warning, but when you don’t do as he says, he sighs in condescension and pries your mouth open to force it in, caring little about the way your saliva stains his pristine gloves.

the meat surprisingly melts on your tongue like heaven- it’s juicy and just so right. it’s the most perfect bite of meat you’ve ever tasted, which shows on your surprised expression which makes your fiancé scold you—

“what did i tell you, dear? I didn’t put anything in there. this indeed says something about how little you trust me.”

and when he removes his and from yours, telling you that he’s not going to cook anymore- you beg him that you’re sorry for mistrusting him. oh, what a sin you’ve committed— how dare you even doubt sunday, who always showers you with such love you don’t deserve after your attempt to run?

he pretends to give in to your pretty pleas when you hug him while sobbing about how delicious it is, all the while telling you that you’re such a stupid little dove he has to teach constantly until she learns he manners.

little do you know, the meat you’re chewing has an oddly sweet aftertaste. the more sunday feeds you with his hand over your own, subtly coaxing you to eat the entire thing, all the while making you think it’s your own choice to eat it, the more your brain fuzzes, your vision blurry, slowly drowning your own coherent thoughts with such a primal need that builds itself to the surface, a desire that morphs into a cacophony in your head that chants that you need him so badly.

and he’ll drag out the drugged thoughts of yours, acting as if you’re the one who badly wants him to bury in his thick cock inside you- when in reality, sunday is the one who desires it so bad. he’s wanted to stuff you full with his own cum- make you his, trapping you with his children since the day he’s laid eyes on you, but a true manipulator always plays the longer game, and he was willing to wait.

now, his long-awaited fantasies are fulfilled as he watches your hole gushing around his cock, whimpering his name as you clutch the sheets- pretty bite marks decorating every nook and cranny. and fuck, oh it makes him feel like he’s finally flown to his desired heaven. he feels complete.

he feels like his twisted paradise is near.

[inkdrinkerworld]

Hey babes😘 I love your Spencer x sunshine reader fics

Do you think Could you write a one shot of Spencer x sunshine reader where R is out of character annoyed or has an angry out bursts and Spencer trys to calm her down or something like that🩷🫣🪩

The door slams shut behind you, rattling the frame as you throw yourself into your spinning chair. 

You’re in Florida, already not a good thing, but now the local officers can’t seem to stop disregarding what you guys are telling them and it’s causing the Unsub to be even more rash prematurely. 

“Fucking idiots.” 

Spencer looks up from the board he’s staring at, frowning as he watches you snap a couple pencils from your case. 

“Y/n,” smooth and soft as velvet, but today you’re too prickly for it to work and make you smile. 

“I’m fine Spencer,” except getting the words out sounds like you’ve locked your jaw and can’t open it as you speak. Spencer doesn’t hold your attitude against you. 

He puts down the whiteboard marker, shoes clacking as he makes his way over to you. 

“I know you’re stressed, but we’ll get them. We always do, your profile hasn’t been wrong yet.” 

You huff, wishing away your bad mood as Spencer is being so encouraging. But you can’t, the longer you sit by idly the more your skin crawls. 

“Yeah but will we get them before those idiots make it so that their body count reaches twenty before we can get them behind bars? They’re being so fucking incompetent and irrational that it’s costing innocent people.” 

Spencer can see you grinding your teeth and tops your chin up, working his thumb under the hinge of your jaw to get you to unclench your teeth. 

He can’t even be upset with you, sometimes local law enforcement are your worst enemy. 

“I know, but Emily’s solving that issue. They’ll start keeping things to themselves.” 

You sigh, “We should be doing more. I don’t know what, but we have to be faster and smarter. We need to be better.” Your tone is leaning heavily on the side of self-deprecation, rough and self-critical like you’re the Unsub and not a group of women. 

Spencer crouches down, knees brushing yours as he ducks his head to catch your eyes. Melty honey brown eyes stare into yours, his mouth set in a soft line. 

“You need to breathe. I know you’re stressed and you’re worried, but you know what you’re doing. You’re great at profiling. We’re doing as much as we can right now and it has to be enough.” 

It’s hard to disregard Spencer when he speaks the words with all the confidence you’ve been lacking. When you nod a little he smiles, kissing your cheek. 

“Good, now come help me with the geoprofile.” Emily comes rushing into the room as you stand, taking the whiteboard marker into your hands. “Luke and Tara are at the freshest site now, some new evidence that might help with catching them. They’re rushing it to the labs now.” 

The knot in your shoulders ease up a little.

[sonamytrash]

Midnight, part two

Underground Virgin!Levi x Virgin!Femreader

MDNI

Warnings: y/n used, Childhood friends to lovers, fluff, smut, puberty mentioned, masturbation mentioned, fingering, sex, mentions of abuse, mentions of rape, mentions of prostitution, creampie, orgasm, characters ages aren't mentioned, but it's suggested they're both in their late teens, of age when writing but could be interpreted as underage? Virgin levi, virgin reader. Not proofread.

Note: Wow, thanks for the love, guys! Here's part two, hope you enjoy.

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He's experienced a lot in his short life. But interactions of the romantic kind aren't something he's familiar with. Despite his his feelings for you and innocent exchanges of affection here and there, he really isn't sure where to start. Levi breathes in deeply and exhales, trying to collect his thoughts.You wanted to be intimate with him. You wanted him to be your first. He could only thank the heavens for the opportunity to show you how much you mean to him, to show you the very least of what you deserve. To be loved, cherished, and worshipped.

Levi pulls you close to him on the bed, his arms wrapped around you as he leans closer, and your lips are practically brushing against each other. "I'd do anything for you, you know that, right?"

Your hand still resting against his cheek, you scan his face for any signs of reluctantly. Both of you lean into one another, and finally your lips meet for the first time.

Levi can feel your warm hand on his chest, making his body tingle every time it brushes against his skin. His breath grows increasingly heavier, and his heart rate starts to rise as his hand slowly moves down your arm and makes its way to your hips.

You tug his shirt over his head before he does the same to yours and returns to your embrace. The kiss is messy and irrepressible. Both of you are absolutely desperate for the taste of one another after pining so long. 

The kiss never wavers as he pushes you down onto the bed and crawls on top of you. He's enjoying the feeling of your body beneath him. Your little moans and mewls encouraged him to go further, as he started slowly moving his hands down your body, his breath growing heavier with every move.

Levi's body aches for you as you touch and trace your fingers over his muscles. He continues to kiss you as your hands explore his body, the body that has kept you safe for all these years, the body you have stolen glances at given any opportunity, the body that you ache for. His grip on your hip gets firmer as he enjoys your every movement, every touch, and every kiss you bestow upon him.

Both of your bodies are in an incredible state of arousal. You attempt to speak up to tell him how you've felt all this time. Even in this intimate moment, you can't quite find the words, even after having just been so bold. You feel a bit embarrassed about your lack of experience, but you're determined to push through, determined to share this moment with him. There's nobody in this world who makes you feel safer.

Levi's eyes shift to yours as he pauses shortly to speak. Seeing that you're struggling.

"You don't have to tell me with words, I know exactly how you feel. I'm nervous, too. I've never done this before either."  He tells you shyly, you smile and nod. "I trust you, Levi." He smiles."Just tell me if anything hurts or you want me to stop, okay?."

He caresses the side of your face. Enjoying every moment of intimacy. Your bodies are already communicating past what you can or can't coherently say. He trails his hand over your breast, gently taking your nipple between his fingers as he begins to suck on the other. You moan at the new and different sensations on each of your nipples. "Levi..." You're moan breathlessly.

"You're beautiful," he says, his voice low. "Let me make you feel good." He says as his mouth returns to your erect nipple. You nod, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation building within you. You had wanted this for so long. Fucked yourself silly on your fingers night after night at the thought of him. Never able to fully satisfy your desires.

Levi's fingers reach down to your drenched underwear, he rubs his fingers over the fabric and smirks at the thought of making you this aroused, before he moves the garment to one side, feeling your wet slit, he groans as he moves one of his fingers over your clit, caressing the swollen nub gently, eliciting another moan from your lips. As Levi touches you, you feel a surge of pleasure run through your body. You throw your head back, letting out a louder moan as he continues. He looks into your eyes, "Is this okay? Does it feel good?" He asks, your pleasure being his only priority in this moment. You nod, "Yes" you breathe, "It feels good." You mewl as he toys with your clit applying more pressure, before he slowly inserts a finger into your tight heat, you gasp. They're longer than your own, your pussy sucks his finger in, twitching around his digit at the newfound feeling and depth. He moans in suprise at the wet and warm sensation around his finger as he returns to sucking one of your nipples, hunger and desire burning within him as he slowly moves his finger inside of you, when he adds another finger you bite your lip, adjusting to the feeling of a second digit. He moves them rhythmically as he uses his thumb to rub your clit. He had no idea that a womens body would twitch and move around him like this, he gets excited at the thought of how you're going to feel around his cock, trying to ressist the urge to almost dry hump the air as he focuses on only your pleasure for now. He knows the first time can be painful for women. He doesn't want to hurt you, so he's determined to make the process as enjoyable as possible. It doesn't take long for you to feel a familiar knot in your stomach, something you had been able to achieve alone but never this quickly or intense. "Levi, I'm-" you moan as you push your hips up into his fingers as he picks up the pace, he removes his mouth from your nipple and comes up to kiss along your jaw and encourage you "Cum for me, y/n." You squeak delightfully as you come around his fingers, your body shaking from the intensity of the orgasm as he guides you through. He keeps going until you grab his wrist, needing a second from the overstimulation. Levi watches in amazement as you cum around his fingers. He can feel every twitch and spasm, a sense of pride washes over him at having brought you such pleasure. But he wants to see so, so much more of that cute little fucked out face you've just made.

Leaning down to kiss you deeply once more, he smiles. "You did great, such a good girl." He says reassuringly as he removes your drenched underwear and looks over your body. Living in the underground, it isn't the first time he has seen a woman in the nude. However, gazing over the form of someone you love in such an intimate moment is something that he can't describe, something so much more erotic. Your body is so perfect that it's almost like it could've been sculpted by the gods. As you recover from your orgasm and begin to touch him, he can't resist looking at your flushed face, his equally as red giving a slight moan as he reacts to your touch. You trail your hands down to the waistband of his underwear, "Can I?" You ask him, looking into his eyes seductively, he nods. He lets out a shaky breath as you trace your fingers along the trail of hair from his navel to the waistband of his underwear, where it becomes thicker. Anticipation builds within him at the thought of being with you in this way. With need, he guides your hand to his cock, eager to feel your touch there. His breathing is already ragged, his heart pounding in his chest as he anticipates what is to come. He hisses feeling your hand against him through the fabric, before you free his cock from the confinement of his underwear. Your eyes widen as you run your fingers over his length. You internally contemplated how this thing was supposed fit inside you. Levi must have sensed your concern "It'll be fine." He reassures you, struggling to concentrate at the mercy of your touch. As much as he wanted to feel your hands or even mouth around him, he knew he'd never last if things went in that direction. There would be another time, having come this far, of that he was certain.

He enjoys the sensation of you stroking him for a few moments, though, before he tries to read your expression, "Do you want to continue?" He asks nervously. You smile, meeting his gaze and nodding. "Yes." You say seductively. He pulls you in for another kiss as he positions himself at your entrance, slowly rubbing his cock against your dripping wet slit, covering himself in your essence. You both moan into the kiss, the whole situation is so erotic that your mind can only comprehend the sensation of his movements against you, all you want is him to take you. He takes one of your hands and squeezes it tightly as he begins to enter you, the tip of his cock glistening with precum as he moves.

Levi thrusts slowly into you, inch by inch, groaning with pleasure as he feels your virgin pussy clamping down around him. You whimper under him, your nails digging into his shoulders with your free hand as you try to adjust to the alien but welcome feeling of having him inside you. It hurts but it isn't unbearable. Your other hand entwined with his as you both experience this moment together.

Levi tries to be gentle, knowing that it's your first time, but he can't help the intensity of his desire and fights the urge to start thrusting inside you, your tightness and warmth enveloping him completely. Surely, he was in heaven. Nothing on this earth had ever been kind or good to him until there was you. The fact that this was unravelling now between the both of you was unreal.

You look into his eyes, your own completely glazed over with lust. "It's okay, you can move. I'm alright." You say breathlessly.

He moves slowly at first, using your expressions as his guide. His thrusts grow deeper and more forceful with each moment. He captures your lips again passionately, needing to be as close to you as physically possible.

You moan loudly, feeling a sense of pleasure spreading through you as Levi takes you to new heights of ecstasy. You arch your back under him, wrapping your legs around his waist as you try to take him even deeper.

Levi responds, thrusting harder and harder into you with each passing moment. You feel like you're going to explode with pleasure, and you can't help but cry out his name repeatedly as he fills you up with his cock.

The sound of your skin slapping together fills the room as he moves inside you, the intensity between you both, only growing with each passing moment. Your pleasure builds with each of his thrusts, and soon you're both rambling sweet nothings to one another, your bodies writhing together blissfully.

He's delirious with the wet embrace of your pussy sucking him in, the feeling of your walls constricting around his cock almost too much. He knows that you're close to cumming again, he can feel your pussy quivering around him. He moans loudly with you, your tight hole squeezing him as you scream his name. His lips crash down on your own. With one final thrust, he feels his cock pulsing inside of you as he reaches his own orgasm, he lets out a loud groan into the kiss, spilling his seed inside you. Neither of you in the right frame of mind to consider any of the consequences right now. You feel a sense of warmth spreading through you as he finishes. Both of you have a tight grip on one another as you ride out your high. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath. The room is filled with nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing, the smell of sex and sweat permeates the air.

"I love you, y/n." He says breathlessly in your ear. You trail your fingers over the back of his head, feeling the contrast of longer hairs and his undercut. "I love you too, Levi."

@mei-mei01

[yaut-jaknowit]

Perhaps the reader is teasing Vic’tao too much, maybe it’s time he truly gets his revenge lol. 🤔 I wonder just how good he is at tying rope

Pushed Too Far

Pairing: Vic'tao (male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: rough sex (like I may have gone a little overboard), P in V, P in A, anal, kind of painal, rope usage on reader, pain kink, rough fingering, consent. (I may write rough scenes but there's always consent between my characters. Said in the one-shot or not.)

Word Count: 3457

Summary: Vic'tao is peacefully catching up with a few hunt brothers before you come along. You sneak into the cockpit and distract him from his friends. Oh, how you will pay for that.

Author Note: I just came to realization that consent isn't always said in my writings. I will state that consent between my characters is always there. It may or may not be said in a one-shot but it is there. I do try to make sure there is a subtle pause to show in rough scene that the Yautja or reader is cared for, no matter what.

Masterlist

Ao3

In the cockpit of the ship, sat the handsome, lean form of Vic’tao. His off yellow scales covered his hide. He relaxed into a comfortable position in the co-pilots chair. One arm holding up his head. His bright eyes observing the screen of three other Yautjas. A smirk spread across your features.

Best of all Uihoy wasn’t here to interfere. Depends on his mood to either join in on the torment or tell you not to.

Since living on the ship for the last two years, you’ve learned the ins and outs of the space. You carefully lowered yourself down and snuck around the edge of the cockpit. All while staying out of his and the camera’s line of sight. He may be a hunter, but you know him well enough to be stealthy.

It works. You crawled underneath the main console and began to move closer to Vic’tao. He may not look entirely engrossed in what the three other Yautjas were speaking about, he was pay attention. That much could be told by just his eyes alone. They were zeroed in on the screen. Perfect. You continued on and crawled all the way to his seat. He never once changed his gaze.

Within those two years, they have taught you useful skills as a hunter. Skills you used to sneak forward on your knees until you were knelt between his open legs. This was always a sight you loved to see. The handsome face of your mate above you. You smiled then gingerly placed your hands on his knees. He jerked at the touch, head whipping down to find you.

That curl of your lips was dangerous. The yellow Yautja relaxed in front of the camera. His free hand dipped down to rest on top of your hand on his leg. You leaned forward and placed a kiss against the inside of his softer thighs. The muscles underneath your touch tensed.

His finger twitched against your wrist, nails slightly digging into feeble skin. Another kiss to the tense muscles had one of his mandibles quaking. He may be a hunter in a lot of ways but his strength leans at your gentle caresses.

The intensity of his eyes met yours. Warnings floating around in the yellow irises. Warnings you’ve never listened to once in your life.

When you leaned down again, you ran your tongue up a few inches. The hand on your hand snatched the top of your hair and pulled you off. All in his eyes shone need. A need for you. You airily giggle and stuck out your tongue at him. Vic’tao lifted his head off of his other hand and stuffed two fingers into your mouth.

You choked on the two long digits invading your mouth and swallowed awkwardly around him. Vic pushed down on your tongue. Your mouth was forced open. A hum sounded from the male before his attention snapped back to the three Yautjas beginning to chitter. You only knew some of language to understand they were teasing Vic.

The sound you had made reached the microphone and relayed to them. Vic’tao grumbled and rolled his eyes but refused to take his fingers out. Drool began to drip down your chin, unable to swallow properly.

“I wanna see the beaut that has Vic’s attention,” one taunted in a deep voice. “Why don’t you show them off? Fuck them on the chair you’re on?” Your eyes snapped wide while gazing up at Vic, wondering if he would just that.

A resonating snarl ripped from the tall male above you. His fingers gripped the strands of your hair tighter. “Don’t even imagine what they look like. They are ours.” Your core fluttered around nothing. Fuck, you loved when he got possessive with you. The marks they permanently scarred your skin with are a clear sign that you belonged to them. As much as they belonged to you.

“Look at little Vic, showing his nature off,” another jesters and laughs. Neither Vic or Uihoy would allow for another to see you naked. It is their privilege; one you agree with. Only they are allowed to see every inch of you.

The screen disappears before your very eyes. Vic’s mandibles are wide in a display. He drags his fingers out of your mouth and wraps that hands around throat. Despite the trust in him, you couldn’t help but grasp at his wrist. Your nails dig into his scales, unable to break the surface let alone leave a dent in their wake.

Vic drags you to your feet and bends down to push his face into yours. “Little hunter grew brave today. But will come to learn how much of a mistake that will be,” he rumbled and squeezed around your neck, fortifying his words. You held back a giddy smile and looked at him with wide eyes. “Fight me all you want, but you are begging for this.”

Instantly, you knew you were in deep.

Your scalp is released. He leads you out of the cockpit and towards the bedroom door. His steps are long and quick, forcing you to stumble and rely on his hold to keep you upright.

Once in the confinements of your shared bedroom, he shoves you back and let’s go. You are finally free. Or are you? The look in his eyes increases, showering you in a predator expression. A shudder runs along your spin. You felt like prey but you weren’t going to run away.

His fist slams against the keypad by the door, officially locking us in here together. Vic stalks to the side, towards one of the hidden compartments around the room. “That was sneaky of you.” The cabinet opens at a single touch. “To come while I was distracted by some of my old hunt brothers.” He grabs something colorful before it’s hidden by his torso. “Then to tease me, knowing I couldn’t expose you. I would never expose you in front of anyone besides myself and Uihoy.”

He spins on his heel to face. Rope was held in his large hands. “It irks me they dared to ask such a thing. Only your skin is for our eyes to see.” He stalked towards you in a slow, deilbrate manner. Every one step, you took two backwards. “I will punish you. You don’t get to tease me and walk away freely.” A smirk pulled at his mandibles. “I should say, you won’t be able to walk at all.”

Your back met the smooth, cool wall, shoulders jumping. Vic stood less than ten feet away before he ate up every foot between the two of you. His torso trapped you to the wall, officially pinning you in place. You had no place to run to.

Two fingers pinched your chin and tugged it up to face him. Your hands were splayed on the wall, frozen in place. His other hand trapped your neck. That’s when your own wrapped around his wrist, nails again biting into thick skin. The Yautja chuckled lowly into your ear. “Give me a good fight, little hunter,” he purred. The vibrations caused goosebumps to appear on your arms.

He wants you to fight him, like a female would.

A brow was raised at him before you locked down. One foot kicked out struck a softer area on the inner thighs. He grunts, hand loosening. You took the chance to force his hand off of you and kicked him in the torso. Vic stumbles back and stands up straight. A glint enters his yellow eyes. You forcefully swallow down a growing lump.

Vic’tao lunges. You roll just in time out of the way and scramble away from him. He follows. Like a game of cat and mouse. Every time he would attempt to grab you, you would dodge barely in time. He growls his frustration after the fourth time.

“Such a good game. Able to stay away but for how long can you keep this up?” His claws skate across your arm, leaving nothing in their wake. “Soon you’ll tire.” His heavily body crashes you to the floor and captures both of your wrists in one hand to pin them above your head. Vic leans down. “Then, you’ll be at my mercy.” His long, skinny tongue licks up a bead of sweat rolling down your face.

Despite the weight difference, he uses just enough to keep you pinned in place to the hard, metal floors. Your legs kick out, kneeing him in the back. But, he just uses his lower legs to trap your thighs, effectively trapping you.

His palm touches your sternum and dipped down a little before ensnaring your throat again. “Remember the time you had tied me up? Remember that? When you had the time to do anything you wanted?” Your lips pressed into a tight line. That’s why he pulled out the rope. “I think it’s your turn.”

Your breath came out in shuttering pants.

You were turned onto your stomach before he slipped off to be knelt at your side. “Now, be a good little ooman,” he purred deeply before maneuvering you into position. The fight had left you. You wanted to experience what he was about to punish you with.

He put you on your knees, chest pressed to them with your arms back. With the rope, he tied both your forearms and calves to one another. This forced your ass up into the air to keep a more comfortable position.

One of his hands caress the swell of your butt cheek then grabbed a handful. You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you. “This is a sight to behold, little hunter. Bent over and at my mercy. Paya smiles down on me today.” His hand lands beside your head as he curls over your back. His mouth next to your ear. In a low voice, he whispers, “Say red and I’ll immediately cut the ropes off.”

“Okay,” you responded quietly as well. He hummed then returned to his knees. Both of his hands touched the small of your back and ran up its length. All of your clothing still hugged your body.

This isn’t the first nor will it be the last he’ll have you tied at his mercy. Your empty cunt fluttered around nothing as he touched you in a non-sexual way. “Do you know the ways I could take you? And there is nothing you could do to stop me. These ropes far too thick for you to break.” The back of your shirt was crumbled then torn straight off of you.

A gasp tore at your throat. Not that you were surprised. It seemed to be a favorite thing for the two of them. “Vic’tao!” you scolded and pulled on the ropes but they didn’t even groan in protest. Fuck, he’s got these on there tightly.

“Hmm, much better.” He drags his claws over your exposed back. You tried to arch away from him but couldn’t due to the position he’s tied you in. They never cut. He hooked a claw on the waistband of your shorts and pulled. It tears through the fabric easily.

You whined at the feeling of being so exposed to him and tried to inch forward away from him. Until he palms at your soaked underwear. All movement stops. Only thing you could hear is the thundering of your heart and his deep laugh. He hooks a finger around the section blocking off your pussy and pulls. Before it could rip, he lets go and it snaps against your skin. You mewled, body trying to straighten despite being tied in a certain position.

It stung against you throbbing clit. You turned your head to press it against the cool floor and closed your eyes. He pulls at the fabric again until it rips from his strength. The rough pad of his thumb is soaked and pushed against your clit. You panted out mewls and whimpers. “My little hunter is singing for me. I sure do love the sound.” Your hips grinded down on his thumb, sending pleasure up your spine.

Fingers grabbed at the roots of your hair and tugged you up. A cry left your lips. “Such a needy little ooman, grinding on my fingers. Are they not good enough for you?” He eases your head down back to the floor.

Dulled nails prodded against your soaked entrance before three were shoved in. Your eyes snapped open as you choked on a gasped. The soft, plush walls of your pussy clenched down on his hand. He roughly presses down on your sensitive bundle of nerves sending shocks of pleasure-pain up your spine.

“So tight around my fingers. You could push me out if you wanted but I feel how greedy you are. You are sucking them in. You want me deeper, hm?” He continued to push more into you, overpowering the muscles of your vagina. “You want me deep. Say… here?” His fingertips brushed against the smooth texture of your cervix. Your knees knock against each other at how fast your closed them. As if that’ll do anything to stop him.

A groan resonates from his wide chest. You squeaked out his name, feeling overwhelmed. He pulls out his fingers and licks them clean. “Don’t fret. I’ve got something better than just my fingers. Something that’ll reach that deep.”

The familiar feeling of a pointed cockhead pressed to your entrance. As you took a breath in to relax, he forced the entire length inside of you. You cried out and clawed at you calves; the only thing you could reach. It hurt but fuck, it felt so good.

Vic’tao placed a hand between your shoulder blades and leaned down. His palm rubbed soothing circles there. “Good little hunter. I feel you so tight around me,” he praised before lifting back off of you and pinned you down by your upper back.

There was no time to recooperate your feelings or emotions. Vic’tao pulled back until only the head rested inside of you then shoved all the way to his hips. And he didn’t stop. You whimpered and whined while shimming your knees wider.

“That’s it. I feel you opening up to me. You like it when I take you rough, like I would do to a female Yautja,” he growled and slammed harshly into you. You hissed behind clenched teeth and panted heavily. “You want me to bend you over any surface and push my cock into you. I can do that. Anytime. Lay my claim on you on every surface of our home.”

His pace began to speed up. If it wasn’t for the pressure between your shoulder blades, he would’ve pushed across the floor.

Obscene sounds echoed back at you from the force of his thrusts pushing your juices out. You whimpered and glanced over your shoulder at Vic’tao. The man had a possessive look on his face. His hunt brothers’ words probably whispering into his ears as he ravaged you. He growled when he noticed you peeking at him.

The hand that held your hip in a bruising grasp moved. The slightly wettened thumb toyed with your other hole. You inhaled sharply and whipped your head up. It wasn’t like they haven’t before but you weren’t expecting the touch. Vic pressed in. A low moan escaped your throat. The feeling of being filled in such way was delicious.

“You just got tighter. I wished Uihoy was here. He may not like the fact I treat you so roughly despite you craving it. But when the two of us are inside of you at the same time…” Vic’tao trailed off into a groan, head tilted back. “It’s a feeling I would never forget about.”

Then, Vic’tao pulled both his thumb and cock out of you. You shouted and whipped your head to look at him angrily. You were getting close. Yet, the glint in his eyes before the head of his cock shoving into your other hole had you screaming out. Pain shocked through your system and lightning raced up your spine. You groaned and squirmed. His sharp hip bones kissed the swell of your butt cheeks. He stayed still.

The weight of his hand lifted off of your shoulders when he curled over you again. “Remember, red if you want to stop. Is this okay? It’s not too much, right?” he whispered into your ear. One of his hands cards his long digits through your locks.

At first you groaned, soaking in the pain. “I-I’m fine,” you responded in a quiet voice. With every molecule in your body, you trusted not only him but Uihoy with your life.

He grunted but stayed blanketed on top of you. His hips shifted and pulled his cock out slowly. You moaned. The head stayed nestled inside of you. Vic pushed at the same speed as before and filled you again.

There was something different, maybe primal about the way he’s claiming you. It reached deep into your heart and brought out a whole different person in the moment. Not only does he need this connection with you, but so do you. You need to feel him everywhere.

One of his hands reaches below and goes between your legs. Rought finger pads pressed against your throbbing clit. A high pitch whine escaped you at the extra pleasure. Your toes curl in. He hooks his entire arm around your throat and forces you slightly up. Your arms fight against the ropes to claw at his arm. Yet, the ropes stayed.

“That’s it. Take it. Good, so good for me,” he growled and started to pick up his pace. The pain melted away like always and brought forth a different kind of pleasure soaking into your bones.

Your muscles allowed him in, relaxing. It wasn’t long before harsh slapping echoed back at you. With the way his arm surrounded your neck, your weight and his forceful thrusts slowly deprived you of air. Your head grew light, face turning red. There wasn’t anything you could do to stop it.

And you just let it happen.

Vic’tao tensed the muscles in his arm and quickened his speed of his thrusts and fingers. Your legs began to shake before you knew it. “Yeah, yeah. That’s it. I can feel you tightening. Come around my cock and milk me inside of your ass.”

With a choked mewl, you harshly locked down on his pounding cock. A grunt echoed in your ears. Your entire body locked up, unable to move from this position. The lack of air made you dizzy, uncoordinated. You felt like you were floating above your own body.

The harsh reality slammed back into you when he didn’t stop rubbing his fingers across your oversensitive clit. You tried to squirm away from the assaulting digits but he didn’t relent. Your eyes widened. Pained pleasure washed over you and rubbed every nerve raw until you were crying.

A familiar pain expanded your hole wider before sitting just past the tight ring of muscles. You groaned with relief when the fingers stopped, body going lax in Vic’tao’s hold. The Yautja grunted and continued to rut his hips ruthlessly until the last drop of seed was spilled inside of you. Only then, he carefully slid his arm from underneath your neck and let you lay limp on the ground.

Massive hands petted your back, soothing your panting and subtle whines. A body draped over you. Warm digits brushed through your hair to get a clear view of your face. “How are you feeling?” he questioned in a voice that matched the soft ambience of the new scene.

You peeled open a crusty eye and found him peering down at you softly. A throat hum answered him. He returned his own. “Hm, that’s good to hear.” He worked on a knot in your hair for a moment. “I hope you remember this punishment for interrupting me. It’s a lesson well learned.”

Despite the drool leaking from your lips, your mouth curled into a subtle smirk. “Yeah, lesson well learned,” you mocked and laughed hoarsely. If that punishment meant you got tied up and pounded within an inch of your life, sign you up again.

His claws dug into your scalp for only a moment. “Oh, you sneaky little devil. If only I hadn’t knotted you. I’d show you how much of a punishment I can dish out.” The grin didn’t leave your lips. You purposefully clenched around him. He snarled straight into your ear. “By Paya’s name, you’ll won’t be able to walk or even sit down properly once my knot goes down.”

All you could hope for was for that to be a promise.

[autumnywinter]

can you pretty pls do more yandere elliot?

I hope this is good! I don't know if it's obvious or not, but he's my favorite character to write for.

Yandere!Elliott x Reader

Tags: Stalking, manipulation, mentioned blackmail, gender neutral reader

From the day you and Elliott met, you had become pretty close. Moving made it pretty hard to befriend anyone, especially due to your schedule, but Elliott seemed always available for you, always nearby and ready for a conversation. You and him had practically became best friends within the first few months of knowing each other. Elliott was a sweet guy, one that you cherished as a good friend.

Over the time you had moved, you had been trying to get back into dating. Elliott was supportive, and was always there to cry on when you were inevitably ghosted or dumped after one date.

This one really hurt, however. You were really into this person you had a date with, just for them to never speak again after the second date.

You turned to the one person you felt like would always be there for you. Elliott. You knocked on the door of his cabin, trying not to cry. It was pouring rain outside, soaking you to the bone. Your clothes clung to your skin, hair soaked and dripped down to your neck uncomfortably.

Elliott opened the door, worry immediately painting his face when he saw you shivering violently in front of him. "Y/n! What happened? Come inside, it's freezing out there!" He ushered you inside quickly, shutting the door behind you both. Elliott helped take off your jacket, hanging it up near the fireplace to dry it quicker.

"I'm sorry for showing up unannounced," you mumbled.

"Don't apologize, it's alright. Here, let me get you some dry clothes," Elliott said. He rushed into the restroom, coming back out with a fluffy purple towel and a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants.

It made you feel a little better imagining him own and wear such casual clothing. He had a huge vocabulary, but "casual" wasn't exactly something you assumed was in his dictionary. Even now, he was dressed in a beige turtleneck and black slacks.

Elliott dried your hair off with the towel gently, making sure to get all of the water out as best as he could. He then handed the clothing to you, turning around politely so you could change without him looking.

You quickly stripped from your wet clothing, putting on Elliott's warm, dry clothing instead. They smelled like ink and pine. Kind of like the trees that grew around your home.

"I'm done. Thanks," you told him.

He turned back around to face you. His cheeks were dusted pink, looking you up and down. Elliott cleared his throat and broke away his stare. "Of course. Do you want something to drink? I recently bought some hot chocolate, but I have tea too."

"Hot chocolate sounds nice," you responded quietly. Elliott smiled and went into the kitchen, returning shortly with two mugs of hot cocoa. He handed you one, sitting down on the couch next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, to the point where you were basically laying on top of him.

It was normal for cuddling to ensue between the both of you. Elliott was a very touchy person, always holding your hand or hugging you tightly. You never minded, though. Elliott was always soft and warm. It was comforting.

Elliott's hand drifted to your still-damp hair, massaging your scalp. You let out a content sigh, melting into Elliott's hold. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"

Your contentment dissolved into sadness again. "I was ghosted. Again. And I really thought they were into me."

He cooed and put his own mug down on the coffee table in front of you both before taking yours. You followed suit when he opened his arms invitingly.

You crawled into his lap, arms around his neck and head buried into the crook of it. Elliott buried his nose deep into your hair and inhaled. You were too busy crying to notice.

Elliott's arms tightened around you, rubbing soothing circles into your back. "Shh... it's okay. You deserve the world, and if they don't realize that, they were never worth it to begin with."

"I think I'm the problem. It has to be something I'm doing if--what, three people now?--have already ghosted me after one or two dates." You leaned into his warm hands that thumbed away your tears. "Maybe I'm just unlovable."

Elliott stiffened underneath you and his expression hardened. "No. Y/n, look at me," he said. He never sounded so firm before.

You lifted your head up to look at him. Elliott's eyes softened as soon as he looked at your tear-stained face.

"You are not unlovable. If anything, it's their loss. You're wonderful and kind and absolutely gorgeous. If they can't see that, then they're idiots. Okay?" Elliott leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss onto your forehead. "And perhaps, true love isn't as far away as you think it is."

You were too tired to look into his usual flowery words. Instead, you nodded and curled up against him again. Elliott returned to holding you, letting you cry into his shoulder.

He hummed to you. His hand stayed in your hair, another one on your back keeping you pressed against him.

When you woke up, you were tucked comfortably into Elliott's bed. The blankets were heavy on top of you, warm and cozy. Elliott was still holding you, but you could hear his soft snores. You smiled a little to yourself. He must've carried you here. Elliott was a sweetheart, even when you cried into him for hours until you fell asleep from exhaustion.

You laid there for a while longer, trying to fall back asleep. You couldn't, though, so you carefully slipped out of Elliott's grip to find the bathroom.

Despite having been in his cabin many times, you never actually went anywhere but the kitchen and living room. Elliott's cabin was small, but the darkness made it seem a lot larger than it actually was. You didn't want to turn on the lights to wake him, so you fumbled for your phone but couldn't find it.

Trying not to trip over anything, you shuffled around until you were sure you found the doorknob to the restroom. You closed the door behind you and flicked on the light, just to see a closet.

Just as you were going to walk out, you noticed something odd. A photo of you laid on top of a box. You curiously picked it up.

It wasn't a photo of you posing for the camera, or a selfie, or anything of that sort. It was a photo of you from far away, walking through town. The photo was clearly taken without your knowledge.

There were more photos under it. All of you. You were in every single one. Some of you shopping, some of you working, some of you talking to your friends. One of them even had you changing through the window. Your stomach churned when you saw one of you in bed, sleeping peacefully. You could see his shadow looming over you in that one.

It got more disturbing. You saw articles of your clothing that you had lost and never found. A pillowcase that was stained with hopefully your past drool, a used hairbrush, and various other things were inside the box too.

The door suddenly opened and you jumped, dropping everything in your hands. You backed up against the wall, staring at Elliott with wide eyes.

He stared back at you, eyes flickering from you to the box and pictures on the floor. His mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out. After a few seconds, he finally spoke. "Y/n, it's not what it looks like."

"Then what is it, Elliott?" you asked shakily. "What the hell is this?"

Elliott ran his fingers through his hair, sighing deeply. He crouched down and started picking up the pictures you dropped. "Please, listen to me. I would never hurt you. I just... I couldn't help myself." He collected all the photos with shaky hands and put them back in the box.

You didn't know why you weren't running. You should be sprinting out the door by now, but something kept you frozen in place. Elliott slowly stood up and took a step towards you. You flinched.

"I love you," he confessed. "So much. I've never felt this way about anyone in my life. I was so depressed before I met you. Everything was dark and meaningless. But then I met you." He stood close enough to cup your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheekbones. "You are everything to me. My light, my heart, my reason to live. I can't imagine living without you. I need you like I need air. Every time you're away from me feels like torture."

He leaned in close, forehead pressed against yours. You were still processing everything.

Elliott's breath tickled your lips. "I would do anything for you. Kill for you. Die for you. Anything you want, I'll give it to you. I could treat you so much better than those... people ever could." He spat out the word 'people', resisting to use another word to describe them.

Realization dawned on you. "Did you kill them?!"

"Of course not! I just," he dragged out a long sigh, letting you back away from him, "scared them away. If threatening them didn't work, I got blackmail on them. That was the only way your last date left you alone."

Your knees were weak. "You're sick."

Elliott frowned deeply. "I'm in love." You opened your mouth, but he cut you off. "Who do you go to when you're sad? Me. Who do you talk to about your problems? Me. Who do you call when you need comfort? Me. I'm the one who's always there for you, Y/n. Not them. Maybe you don't realize it, but you need me just as much as I need you."

"We're done talking, Elliott," you said. You tried to push past him to leave, but he grabbed your wrists tightly. You winced. "Let me go."

"I'll die without you. Please, stay," Elliott begged. "I'm sorry if I frightened you. I just got overwhelmed. I promise I'll be better. Just please, don't leave me. I can't handle losing you. I'd never ever hurt you."

Your shoulders sagged, so Elliott let his grip only slightly loosen. "You're scaring me."

Elliott cooed. "Oh, sweetheart. You have nothing to be scared of. I could never hurt you. I just love you so much." He released your wrists completely, only to wrap you up in a tight hug. "I just want what's best for you. And that's me. I can take care of you. You wouldn't have to lift a finger. I'll cook for you, clean for you, I'll do anything for you." Elliott was almost crying into your shoulder. His entire body was shaking.

Your fear and disgust turned into pity. Elliott was clearly sick. He needed help. You wrapped your arms around him hesitantly. Elliott melted into your hold like butter. He held you tighter, if that was possible.

"Elliott, you need help. This isn't normal." You rubbed his back in an awkward attempt to comfort him.

"I don't need help, I just need you." Elliott buried his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent.

You pursed your lips. Elliott was a good friend. He was always there for you. That was the only thing that prevented you from storming out the door or slapping him across the face. Well, that and the fact you were still terrified of him. "Why don't we lay down? It's late."

Elliott pulled away to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were red from crying. He nodded. "Yes, you must be tired. Let's go lay down." Elliott took your hand and lead you into his bedroom again. You both laid down and Elliott immediately wrapped his arms and legs around you. Your face was almost smothered into his chest, and his scent didn't carry the same comforting smell as it normally did.

"Elliott?"

"Hm?"

"Will you let me leave in the morning?"

Elliott was silent for a moment. You thought he might've fallen asleep until he replied, "We'll talk about it in the morning."

That was code for "probably not".

[mlm-writer]

Thoughtful (Wade Wilson x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Wade Wilson aka Deadpool x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Mature (because reader says fuck) Words: 821 POV: Second Summary: Little domestic snippet with your boyfriend <3 Note: No proofreading because I am lazy. If you see a typo, no you don't. Tags: domestic fluff, cuddles, established relationship and chocolate milk

A waft of cold air infiltrated the apartment, rousing you from your warmed nap by the radiator. “NO,” you exclaimed reflexively, without even regaining full consciousness. You thrashed around on the couch, the thick blanket you had draped over yourself got tangled in your legs. A leather-clad hand came to rest on your shoulder. You relaxed and felt the blanket slowly being freed and tucket under your cold body.  

“Just stay half-asleep,” Wade’s gentle voice soothed you as he placed the blanket over you again. “Just don’t fully sleep, cause then the writer will have to write me doing stuff to you while you sleep and while I am a good guy, it still feels a little weird.” 

You turned over to your other side. “Shut up, Wade,” you mumbled, making your boyfriend giggle like a little lovestruck teenage girl. A bit later you felt a large weight crushing you just as you were about to fall back asleep. You groaned. “You’re heavy, get off me!” Wade pulled the blanket off your face and started peppering it in little kisses. 

“Come on babyboo, you love me so much, how can you resist me?” You thrashed around, trying to wrestle Wade off you, but he captured your lips with his, going in for the killer move of distracting you with slow and deep kisses. His rough lips slid against yours; his tongue coaxed its way inside your mouth to dance with yours. Your lips parted with a gasp and in the split second that Wade was distracted too, you chucked him off you, sending him from the couch to the cold hard floor. 

“You underestimate how much I love breathing,” you grinned in victory. Wade shifted on the floor, getting into a more elegant position where he laid on his side with one knee bent and an arm supporting his head. You rolled your eyes as he made suggestive eyebrow wiggles at you. “You woke me up. You owe me a hot chocolate.” It took your boyfriend less than two seconds to get on his feet and be on his way to the kitchen to fulfill your very high demands. You stayed on the couch like a burrito, staring at the black screen of the TV. Turning it on would require sticking your arm out into the cold. 

“I love this show!” Wade quipped from behind you where he was heating up the milk in the microwave. “I love the part where the person does the thing at the place. Don't you?” You rolled your eyes so hard they almost proverbially rolled out of your sockets. Wade chattered on an on about ‘the show’. “And I really like the entity that says the words that mean a lot. You know when it said the thing that helped the other character do the other thing? Oh what a great episode that was!” He didn't shut up until he came into your field of vision and kissed your cheek. “Here you go my little love spring roll.” He said down next to you and turned on the TV. He held the mug at your neck height. In the Pinkie Pie mug sat a glittery pink reusable straw. You smiled and craned your neck down to take a sip without exposing anything but your face to the air. 

“Thank you, baby,” you hummed happily as he put on a bad comedy movie and diligently held the mug up for you. When you had drank it all, he put it down and tugged softly at the corner of your blanket. “Fine, you have earned cocoon rights…” you sigh as you open up the blanket long enough for Wade to also crawl under it. You hissed at his cold skin coming into contact with you. “Fuck you're so cold,” you complained as you wrapped your arms around him, warming him with your body heat. Wade tugged his head under your chin, drinking in your warmth and scent. 

“You'll have to deal with it baby. The nonnie requested cuddles.”

“The who?”

“Oh don't worry about it sweet cheeks.”

You diverted your eyes back to the screen. Wade had the tendency to wiggle around, but your steady arms around him kept him safe and warm. He was surprisingly still. You didn't make it to the credits, the warm coziness lulling you back into a peaceful slumber before dinner. When you woke up, you noticed two things. One, you were a lonely burrito. Two, you could smell take out. You rolled off the couch and followed your nose to the dinner table, where a white plastic back with red lanterns on it was waiting for you. The receipt was taped on top with the back facing you. Red ink adorned the back of the receipt, the message “will be back after killing some bad guys! Love you!” was surrounded by little hearts. A smile stretched over your face. How thoughtful. 

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[eyesxxyou]

I am not really sure if you still write for hobie, but if you do...

Inexperienced! Reader who wanted to do more than just making out but since they're not in a relationship she think she would look desperate until one day hobie notices her being really stiff in the moment. He later finds out by poking at her that is because she doesn't wanna loose control and him to notice she doesn't really know that's much...yeah

So he lets her ride him😽😻

Hope you can make something of it I live your writing!

hehehehehehe I love this

You and Hobie have been together for months now. Months and you two have never even approached the idea of sex. It’s your fault, really. The anxiety of not being able to perform in a way that even begins to measure up to that of his past partners kept you from letting him proceed any further than slipping his hands beneath the fabric of your shirt and feeling up your skin. Any further and you’d retract, you’d retreat from him so fast he’d almost think that he hurt you. You were insecure, knowing that your sexual experiences were limited and not very good. All of two of them leaving you feeling guilty and unsatisfied in yourself and them.

“We don’ gotta do anythin’ you don’ wanna, luv.” Hobie would assure you, gently peppering your lips in kisses to soothe your nerves. He was so understanding, so patient with you. You knew he was simply dying not to be able to act on any of his natural urges but he never made it known to you if he was frustrated. For a second, you almost feared he might find his satisfaction in someone else, that you weren’t enough for him.

When you made your fears known to him, Hobie couldn’t help but let out something like a laugh and a snort at the idea. “Hun, you’re more than ‘nough fo me. Woul’n’t be wit’ ya otherwise. Don’ worry ya pretty lil’ head ‘bout tings like tha’.” He’s good at making you feel safe and secure in your relationship. So thoughtlessly convincing that you knew he was telling the truth. You’ve never caught him in a lie, never heard anyone say anything against the integrity of his character.

You wanted so desperately to please him and after much pep-talking yourself in the bathroom mirror after your shower, standing in a pretty silk camisole and his favorite little pair of your little white panties with a little pink bow just at the band— you managed to gain just enough confidence in yourself to come walking out of the steam-filled bathroom with the sole purpose that you were finally going to have sex with your lovely boyfriend.

He just happened to be lying in bed, strumming his guitar with his skilled fingers, a little song he's been working on for the past week now. His eyes flickered up from his guitar to check up on you, only to find you in those skimpy little panties you knew he loved so much and a matching cami top with no obvious bra in sight. "Wha's this then?"

You stood at the foot of the bed, fiddling with your fingers anxiously as you shrugged, all your feigned confidence melting out of your body at once. "I jus' thought—"

"Jus' though' wha'?" Hobie put his guitar to the side and crawled across the bed towards you. His large, calloused hands coming to find purchase on your hips as he knelt before you. He pulled your close, pressed his face into your supple stomach before looking up at you. "Though' you'd come and seduce me, then? Is tha' i'?" His hands slid up and slipped beneath the silky fabric of your top. The rough calluses of his fingertips caress the soft, plush skin of your belly. Then he lifted your shirt, just enough to trail kisses down your navel to the band of your underwear. "Comin' in here, lookin' all pretty."

You love how loved Hobie makes you. You loved the way he seemed to worship every piece of flesh he managed to get his hands on like it was his honor to be touching you rather than the truth, it was your honor to be touched by him.

“I wanna try it tonight.” You cast your gaze away due to your shyness, not even able to say the word.

Hobie chuckled softly at your timidness. “Wha’? You wanna fuck?” He laughed even harder as you slap his shoulder and purse your lips at his vulgarity. “Don’ be so shy, babe. I’m jus’ clarifyin’.” He let your shirt fall back down and fell back onto your shared bed with his head against the pillows.

Before you knew it, you were on top of him, your panties pulled to the side and his pants pulled down just enough to reveal the length of his aching cock. How quickly he got hard for you, just for you, in all your innocent, inexperienced glory. You were slowly lowering yourself down on his dick, your tight cunt swallowing his length bit by bit, inch by inch, each micromovement making you shudder and whine while Hobie kept guiding your hips down, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. “Tha’s i’, good. Keep goin’ jus’ like tha’.”

You whined at the stretch of him parting you walls and forcing you to make room for him. Every ridge, every vein as inch by excruciating inch was fed into you was felt with hypersensitivity. Maybe you were a tad bit overzealous because Hobie whined slightly, a smile easing onto his lips as his hands gripped harder on your hips. "Easy now, baby. Go slow." His scarred, rough hands slid between your legs and parted the soft flesh of your thighs to get a better look through the darkness.

You moaned as you reached the hilt, sticky skin meeting sweaty skin as Hobie leaned back against his pillow and groaned, head tilted back to reveal his prominent Adam's apple beneath that thin layer of flesh over his throat. You didn't know what came over you but you hand gravitated towards his neck and settled there with comfortable welcome. And to your surprise, Hobie didn't protest it. His easy smile still ghosts over his lips. "I didn' ‘xpect you to be the chokin’ type." He teased. "Go ‘head then. Commit." He coaxed you to squeeze, even instructed you on how to do it properly. "Jus’ lightly on the sides, don' crush my win’pipe now." You did as instructed, nails slightly digging into dark chocolate-toned skin as you squeezed just against the sides. You were nervous about all of this, scared that you might be hurting him, but he seemed to enjoy your proactiveness.

"Keep ya eyes on me, luv." He sighs, hands rocking you hips back and forth. "Don't take your eyes off of me." You took this as you sign to start, your thighs flexing as you rose and relaxing as you let yourself fall. It was so much. Too much maybe. He reached further than anyone has before, deep and thick and terribly good. Skin meets skin once again. The intermingling of sweat and lingering moans. Everything was felt. His rough hands guided your hips, every little movement pushing him further into you, the vibrations of his throat against your palm as he moaned.

You rode him hard, desperate for a release that hasn't been granted to you for years. Too many failed attempts. Hobie, caressing you while you fucked him, humming soft words of praise to feed you ego made you feel like those other times were never meant to happen in the first place. As far as you’re concerned, this is your first time. He never stops looking at you, eyeing out you silhouette in the darkness. Long braids fell over your shoulder and brushed against Hobie’s exposed torso as you leaned forward. "Hobie," his name a prayer on you lips. He adores it, adores you. Every last mole and scar, every piercing, every blemish. The prettiest girl he's ever seen.

"I know, princess, I know. You got i’."

You want to tell him to keep talking to you like that, constantly reassuring you, offering motivation despite the burning pain in your thighs from continuous movement. You never knew men spoke so much during sex. It sounded so sweet coming from his thick lips. All your previous lovers were absolutely silent the entire time. His voice softens the blow, words not particularly obscene in any definable way yet still able to get you wet with just as much effect as if he had eaten you out.

He knows just when to stop and start, what to say to keep you going, when to just let things ride out. He controls every movement under the guise that you have the control. Maybe they share it because the way you have him on the edge of control is completely ridiculous in his opinion.

Hobie decided to help you along, knows girls have to focus a little harder to cum, and weighed the pad of his thumb on your clit. He circles it, coaxing a few whiny moans from your kiss-swollen lips. Your hand fell from his throat to grasp at his shirt in search of more stability, thin brows pulling together in concentration as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

There’s a climax in the way you breathe, a slow building of wont and indescribable pleasure. A climax that leads to anotyou, a crippling one that builds in the pit of your core with each rising breath. You pussy pulses in waves, clenching and unclenching, and never before has Hobie so desperately wished to be bare inside a woman, have that skin-to-skin contact unable to be replicated any other way. You're far more advantageous in your aggression, desperate for that point of no return.

Between labored breaths, Hobie asks, "are ya close? Hmm? You gonna cum fa me, babe?" All you could do was moan loud enough to cover the soft clapping of skin and the sticky peel apart maybe from the sweat that covers your skin in a soft, gleaming layer, maybe from something far more profane.

"That's not gonna work for me, sweetheart. Use your words." You never expected Hobie to be so big on vocalization. It makes sense. He always preferred people to just be out with their intentions, couldn't stand hidden meanings and implications. Say it. Tell him. And he'd give you all you desired.

You shuttered, muscles tightening all at once. "Gonna-" hardly even a warning before you orgasm clung to you and ravished your body almost to your surprise. Muscles ripple, walls clamping desperately to Hobie's cock buried deep within you. you would have fallen if Hobie hadn't sat up to catch you, letting you rest you body upon his with you face buried into the nape of his neck. you nails claw at the back of his neck as his name rings out in a cry against his ear.

"Jus’ a lil’ more, baby. 'm almost there." Hobie keeps your hips moving and like a good girl, a bit more obedient than you would have liked yourself to be, you keep riding him. Neither of them thought the sounds coming from them could have been even more pornographic but the sticky, wet, sloppiness of him diving in and out of your quivering pussy was giving them a run for their money. "So fuckin’ good." He moaned, grasping onto any piece of flesh available to him.

You never been embraced in such a way, held onto like you were his lifeline. You never expected Hobie to get so personal during sex. Always thought him to be the detached type. But the way he was groaning in your warmth, holding you as close as he possibly could despite the humid stickiness between them told you something entirely different. The feel of his rough hands on smooth skin is proof that this was what sex was supposed to be. It was supposed to be intimate and close, and passionate. You were supposed to feel good about yourself. You were supposed to push Hobie’s hair out of his face and look him in the eyes. You kissed him and he kissed you back with such harshness you could have mistaken his actions as a form of cannibalism.

“How was it?” You asked softly against his lips, nervous about how well you did. Was it good enough? Did you compare in any way, shape or form to his past lovers? You just wanted to be enough.

Hobie kissed you once more. “Perfect.”

[scarlethexelove]

can you please write Y/N and Wanda also Natasha is not dead here (up to you thooooo) , and Y/N pretty much replaced Vision. But before these events Natasha has always been there for Wanda, (after Endgame) so she didn’t make a hex but still griefed about Y/N and Wanda making a big move for Y/N’s reincarnation but in a good way. After Y/N being back from the dead. She learns that her soon to be wife has already fallen for Natasha and her reincarnation just meant nothing and Y/N didn’t go on with her life and ended it just there.

Wands regretted everything until she lost herself and made a big mess with the universe (pretty much MoM) and overall Wanda regretting everything, and when she gets us back (it can be Wanda taking another one of us in an another universe) or her just making us alive from the dead *this all can be up to you author*

I love your stories 🖤

I'm Sorry

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3590

Warnings: Cheating (Allusions to it but really it is there), Angst, Major character death, Mentions of Murdering innocent people, Angry Wanda, Suicide by others, Not really a happy ending, tiny bit of fluff like very little.

A/n: This one was fun. I hope I did it justice. I may have changed a little bit of it but I hope you still like it.

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Everything hurts. You have a splitting headache and it feels like you got run over by a MACK truck. Your face scrunches up in pain, the lights too bright even with your eyes closed. Sensory overload has you curling in on yourself. Hands come up to clamp on your ears when you hear a voice, but it’s so loud and muffled that you don’t even know who is talking to you. All you want is for all of it to stop. You had been an experiment but that experience doesn’t compare to what you are feeling right now. 

“Nat turn the lights off.” Wanda orders the older woman in the room. Nat flicks the light off as she watches Wanda brush some hairs back. You let out a whimper at the contact. It breaks her heart seeing you like this. When her hand brushes against your skin she can feel you. She feels your pain. Red whisps leave her fingers slowly seeping into your skin. Soon enough the pain starts to dissipate. 

Wanda crawls in the bed behind you wrapping herself around your frame. You feel a body pressed against yours and you immediately know who it is. “Wanda.” You whisper. You turn around in her hold and nuzzle into her neck. “I’m here sweetheart.” Wanda combs her fingers through your hair. You're so tired and she feels like home. You fight to stay awake but her ministrations have your eyes closing. “It’s ok detka get some rest.” Wanda whispers and kisses the top of your head. You finally let yourself drift off to sleep. 

A little over 5 years ago the team was fighting Thanos. Your powers let you see brief points into the future. You saw that if you died that Wanda would be safe. Thanos needed you gone to get what he wants but you also saw that in the end the Avengers would win. The event that sets that in motion was your death. So as much as it pained you you let it happen. To save Wanda, to save the world. Wanda could move on but the fate of the universe was in your hands. 

“Wanda.” Nat says softly from the corner of the room. She looks at you curled into Wanda’s arms. A sight she had hoped to never see again. “Natty, she needs this.” Wanda says softly, still stroking your hair as you sleep. Nat just nods. It hurts but she knows it is something that Wanda had to do. 

Your mind races. Your dreams are of your last memories. The fight with Thanos and how you let him kill you just in order to save everyone else. Your body shoots straight up as your chest heaves from the memories. You feel a hand rubbing up and down your back but you haven’t quite gained control. You mind questioning how you are here. Why are you alive? You should be dead. That was all your mind could see and you had accepted that fact but here you are. Tears stream down your face. “Why?” You're not sure what you are asking, who you are asking the question of. You feel so small. “Why what detka?” Wanda asks you with concern on her face. “Why am I here? I should be dead.” Your voice breaks and Wanda’s heart hurts seeing you like this. 

Wanda starts explaining everything that had happened while you were gone. Excluding some details. They had worked tirelessly to bring back those that were snapped away. Wanda and Nat become the de facto leaders of the Avengers. It took 5 years but they finally did. Once that was done they set out to bring you back. It took some time but somehow when Bruce had snapped his fingers he was able to bring you back. But somehow you ended up in a pocket universe in a deep sleep. They were finally able to get you back safely. All the information flooding into your mind is a lot to handle but eventually you understand. Somehow the universe had different plans for you. 

It’s been a few months since you came back. Most things are the same but something seems off. Wanda hasn’t been as loving towards you. Before she was always so touchy and wanting nothing more than to crawl under the sheets cuddling while watching some sitcoms. But now she barely even gives you a hug. Sleeping in the same bed has you feeling like she isn’t even there. She is a million miles away even if she is only right beside you. Your heart hurts not understanding, is she still mad at you for letting Thanos kill you. Anytime you try to talk to her she just brushes you off and says nothing is wrong. So you're left alone to your thoughts and worries.

Nat had moved into your shared home while you were away. The two women grew closer at the loss of so many others. You want to be angry and jealous that Nat gets more attention than you but you still trust Wanda hoping that she will come around eventually. 

You’re walking towards the kitchen when you can hear a hushed discussion between Wanda and Nat. You stop just shy of the door frame listening in when you hear your name mentioned. “Wanda you need to tell Y/n.” Nat says her body leaning on the counter and arms crossed against her chest. “Tell her what Nat?” Wanda counters. She sits at the table with a sad look adorning her face. “You know what Wands.” Wanda lets out a sigh. “I can’t do that to her Nat.” Wanda’s voice is low. “You can’t keep lying to her. You can’t keep lying to me. I love you Wanda.” There is a pause in the conversation before Wanda speaks up. “I love you too.” Your heart drops the moment the words spill from Wanda’s mouth. 

You’re quick to turn on your heels as the tears start to stream down your face. Holding in a sob as it all makes sense now. In your absence the two had fallen in love. You’ve somehow become the other woman in Wanda’s life. You don’t know how you didn’t see this coming. Your powers should have felt this but they hadn’t and now you’re left heartbroken. You push into your shared room focusing on pulling yourself back together. You can’t let them know that you know until you figure out what to do. 

The buzzing of your phone pulls you out of your despair for the moment. You see Fury’s name flash on the screen. You quickly wipe your tears and answer the phone. “Sir.” You say masking the waver in your voice. “Y/l/n I have a mission for you. Since you have been cleared for duty I would like you to head out tonight with Barton and Barnes. I have sent over the reports for you to go over. Good luck out there and glad to have you back.” The phone line goes dead as the man hangs up the phone. You open the report sent to your phone. You now see the flashes in your mind of how the mission will go. And that is where you see it. What you’re going to do. 

That night you enter the Quinjet greeted by the two men. Hugs and joy at your return. Your powers are always a significant help to missions. You three go over the plans for the mission. You lay out what you had seen in your vision, excluding one crucial part that the men don’t need to know. You know if they did they would try and stop you. But your heart aches and you put on a fake smile so that no one would expect a thing. 

Everything was set to go. A long message meant to play for Wanda after it was already too late. This would be your last mission. Wanda and Nat would have all that they could ever want. You wouldn’t be the burden that you know you are. They should have just left you dead if they were going to do this to you. So you made that decision for them. You weren’t going to come back from this mission alive. 

The mission was going perfectly. Playing out exactly as you had seen it. Bucky and Clint were together and far away from you. You snuck into the building off the side. It held some hostages that had been taken by Hydra. You snuck in taking out every agent that you passed. It didn’t take long for you to make it to the hostages. You were able to release them from their binds and get them out of the building safely. But you knew it wasn’t over yet. Bucky and Clint were waiting exactly where you told them too. Having each hostage run towards them for safety while you stood with your back towards the open area. 

You waited knowing what was to come soon. You could change the outcome but you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to be in a world where Wanda loved someone else. You waited with bated breath as the last hostage ran towards your teammates. You exhale the air in your lungs before a sharp pain in your stomach is felt. You grit your teeth turning around firing off a few rounds, but you're hit with another round to the shoulder. You can hear the muffled sounds of Bucky and Clint calling out for you but you push through. Another shot to the leg sends you kneeling on the ground. You push through the pain as you stand. A few steps forward as you unload your mag into the man. Another man appears with his finger on the trigger of his gun. You watch as an arrow sores through the air and hits the man directly in the chest. His finger squeezes the trigger as he falls. You’re hit with the array of bullets. Your body sways before falling to your knees then falling to the ground. The ground below you stains red as your body goes cold. 

Wanda felt a change in the universe. She cries out causing Nat to panic next to her. Wanda clutches her chest in pain. She felt this twice before. Once when Pietro died, the second when you died fighting Thanos. She had never wanted to feel that pain again but here she is feeling it. The world stops turning at that moment. Not again she thinks tears streaming down her face. 

The doorbell rings but Wanda doesn’t hear it. Nat tries to console the younger woman pleading for her to tell her what is going on. It continues to ring when no one answers until Nat gets up and finds out what is going on. Wanda sits sobbing on the couch. Nat walks back in with a folded paper with your hand writing on it. Wanda scribbled on the top. 

Wanda sees this snatching the paper from her hands and quickly opening it before reading the words delicately written across the page. 

My dearest Wanda,

You’re reading this because I’m gone. I’m sorry to do this to you

but I can’t live life like this. I know that you no longer love me.

I see the way you look at Natasha and I know she is now

the love of your life. I want you to be happy. I saw this coming

and I could have changed it but who am I to keep you from the 

one you love. Don’t mourn for me, just live your life. You don’t

have to worry about me anymore and you can be happy, that 

is all I have ever wanted for you. But my love I can’t live in

a world where you love someone else. So this is goodbye.

Love,

Y/N

Tears hit the paper blurring the words in front of her. Wanda’s heart shatters into a million pieces. How could this have happened? How could she have thrown away all that you two have? She is absolutely disgusted with herself and with Nat. This isn’t how it was supposed to go but she was blinded and now her eyes are finally open but now it could be too late.

Through the tears Wanda gets up making her way out the door and immediately taking off towards the compound. Her magic lifts her into the sky as she flies as fast as she possibly can to the one place she knows you would be. Praying that maybe it was all wrong, maybe you can be saved. Nat calls out for her as she leaves her alone standing in the yard. 

The ground cracks below Wanda’s feet as she lands hard on the ground. Anger and guilt pumping through her veins as she walks towards the building. Her magic slamming doors open as she makes her way to the med bay. Your body is already lying there. Bucky and Clint talking outside the room. Windows lining the wall as they keep looking back at your body. Wondering what they would tell the angry redhead but they didn’t have to wait too long. They spot Wanda fear and sorrow on their faces. “Wanda we can -” Clint is cut off. “Save it.” 

Wanda makes her way into the room. The boys walked away looking like kicked puppies. Wanda’s breath picks up as she sees your still body encased in a black bag. The top half of it unzipped revealing your pale skin and blood staining your suit. You look so peaceful like you could be sleeping. Wanda cups your cheek, a light jerk of her hand when she feels how cold you are. She lets her magic slip out the ends of her fingers going into your head. Fresh tears streaming down her face. “I can’t feel you.” A sob wracking her body. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry love you never deserved any of this.”

Wanda silently sobs as she sits next to you. Your hand in hers as she just stares blankly at your body. The door clicks open a while later. Wanda doesn’t turn to look. “Go away.” Her voice is hoarse from all the crying but she doesn’t care. “Wands.” Nat whispers. “I said leave.” Wanda’s voice raises as her head snaps towards the door red swirling in her eyes. Nat knows she is just upset so she doesn’t back down. “Detka.” She whispers. “Don’t you dare detka me.” Wanda stands letting your hand drop off the side of the bed. “This is all your fault. She is fucking dead because of you.” Wanda seethes. “Don’t put that blame on me Wanda. You're just as much the problem.” Wanda stalks towards Nat red surrounding her body and slamming her into the window, a crack forming behind her body. “Don’t you fucking dare blame me. It should have been you. You should have died back then. I would still have her. She is more of a woman than you will ever be. I let myself be blinded by you. Blinded by the love you gave but I didn’t love you. I don’t fucking love you.” As hard as Nat can be, Wanda's words cut deep. Tears shine in her eyes as she holds back a sob. Wanda sends Nat’s body flying through walls until she lands outside. Wanda follows as she does so. Releasing Nat’s body which is now battered and bruised. She then flies off into the night. 

It’s been months since anyone has seen Wanda, held up in a small cabin in the middle of nowhere surrounded by mountains. Some have tried but they always get blasted out so they stopped trying. She has been lost to the Avengers and they aren’t sure they could ever get her back. The day they lost you they also lost her. 

Wanda’s black tipped fingers comb through a book. A very dangerous book. The more she searches the darkness in her soul grows and the blacked tips grow. She has tried everything in the book to bring you back to life but none of it works. She had another attempt today, something new, something hopeful but it ends with a magical outburst throwing everything in the cabin. She continues to comb through the pages ignoring the disarray around her. She closes her eyes and lets her magic do the work. It’s not long before she finds something new. She thought she had seen all that this book had to offer. All that the Darkhold had to offer to the Scarlet Witch. 

You are sitting in your living room, two small boys cuddled into each of your sides as you watch a movie. Empty bowls of ice cream sitting on the coffee table that you have your feet propped up on. You laugh as your son Tommy tries to mimic you. You other son Billy giggling along. Tommy huffs and crosses his arms. “Not funny.” He mumbles. You can’t help but ruffle his hair which makes him swat at your hand causing you to chuckle. “One day buddy you will reach it.” You kiss the top of his head. All of you falling back into the silence, the only sound is the movie playing. 

Your mind flashes to a vision of Wanda but not your Wanda standing in the middle of your living room. Her face twisted into something you can’t even imagine in your wildest dreams from the woman you loved. The pain that she has caused to get to this point. As your world comes back to you you are met with a star shaped portal in the middle of your living room. What was once an image in your head now in front of you. 

Wanda’s hand wraps around the young girl's throat in front of you. “What did you do?” She seethes. The two boys next to you are terrified. You quickly stand and tell them to run but Wanda’s head snaps towards you. The couch you were once on is now thrown at the stairs blocking the way. You push your boys behind you in a protective manner. Wanda’s eyes trailing the boys curiously, a small warm spot forming in her heart seeing your protective nature. She didn’t expect to find you with kids but she always wanted a family with you so it can’t hurt. 

“Wanda!” You yell at her. Wanda is startled by the anger in your voice. You have never yelled at her like that. “Let the girl go.” You demand of her. Her hand slips from the girl's neck as she coughs on the ground holding her throat. Wanda starts stalking towards you but you back up with your boys behind you. 

Billy tugs on your shirt a little trying to get your attention and you quickly look back at him. “Is that Mama?” His voice sounds so small. Your attention quickly turns back to the woman in front of you who has stopped. You can see tears in her eyes at Billy’s words. “That is not your Mama.” You shake your head. You can see the hurt on Wanda’s face as she gets closer to you. “I can be.” She says a crack in her voice. 

You start to walk towards the woman but your boys try to stop you. You motion that you will be ok as you stand in front of Wanda. “You could never be my Wanda.” She falls to her knees, her hand on her chest as she looks up at you. “I can see your hurt and your pain but you have caused so much more and for what.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. “I did it for you.” She whispers. “I would never want you to do this for me. Wanda you murdered people. Good people.” Wanda stands back up and moves towards you, her hand reaching out to cup your cheek. You back up away from her touch. “I wanted you back.” You scoff and shake your head. “After seeing what you did I could never want you. I miss my Wanda but you are not her and could never be.” 

Wanda’s face twists in anger. You try to back up again but she is quicker this time. She grabs your wrist in her hands. “Wanda that hurts.” You whimper as she digs her nails in. “Too bad. I’ll make you love me just you see. Now that I have you back I will never let you go again.” There is a panic that rises in you. “We will have the perfect little family.” She looks behind you. “Won’t we boys?” They are too scared to say or do anything just holding onto each other for comfort. 

Wanda keeps one hand on you as she turns around. Her wrist flicking as America is thrown back through the portal. It dissipates from the middle of the room before she turns back to you. You struggle to get free but she is stronger than you remember. She clicks her tongue and looks at you, her hand finally reaching to cup your cheek. Red whisps leave her fingers as they sink into your mind. “All mine now.” She replaces every memory and thought of your Wanda with her. Changes the fear to love. You’re hers now and no one will change that. Her magic soon flowed into the boys having the perfect little family. She would tear the world in two to keep you and the boys forever. 

[dianawinchester03]

Season 3, Episode 2 - Take A Picture, It’ll Last Longer

Series Masterlist

Author's Note: Hi beauties!! So I don’t know if you guys remember when I said that some minor characters are not canon in my fic.

Two of those characters are Lisa and Ben. No hate for them obviously!! It’s just that Dean’s main reasoning for going to Lisa in this episode was to hook up and I couldn’t find a way to write around it since they don’t add to my plot.

Since Dean and Y/N are now together, it won’t make sense for Dean to go to Lisa at this point and in the season 5 finale…..you know?? So the Changelings are not happening and Lisa and Ben don’t exist in the testa-verse.

So yeah, this is my own little filler original episode🥰First time I’m doing this so I’m nervcited (nervous + excited) and it’s pretty smutty (you’re welcome hehe). So enjoy🫶

MDNI, 18 ONLY!!!

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Third Person POV

Indiana

The trio was currently at Y/N’s Indiana safehouse. Sam was in his own room while Dean and Y/N took up residence in her old bedroom.

It was late at night, Dean was taking a shower while Y/N sat topless on the edge of her bed, fiddling with her old Polaroid camera. A mischievous thought crossed her mind so she pulled open the drawer to her nightstand, retrieving a fresh pack of films that had been sitting in there for years before ripping it open and stuffing it into the camera.

After a couple minutes, the shower was turned off and the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing came through. And then a moment later, the bedroom door was pushed open as well. Out came Dean, a towel wrapped around his waist.

He paused when he saw Y/N, who glanced at him over her shoulder with a sly smirk before returning her focus back to the camera. Dean arched an eyebrow as he dried himself off, not saying a word. The tension was thick in the room as Dean slipped on a pair of boxers before slowly padding towards her, crawling onto the bed and leaning back against the headboard.

"What are you up to, princess?" He asked, his tone curious and slightly suspicious. His eyes shifted down a bit, and he smirked when he saw she was topless.

Y/N was still sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes connecting with his through the mirror that was placed neatly in-front of her bed. "Nothing." She replied simply, the smirk on her lips growing wider.

Dean leaned forward, placing a hand on her hip as he moved closer to her. He was still curious as to what she was up to, "Yeah, right." He said with a soft chuckle before his eyes flicked between the camera and her face. "You're up to something. Let me see." He said, holding out his hand. “I was just thinking…” She trailed off, biting her lip lightly before looking back up at him through the mirror as he sat behind her.

“Cup your hands over my boobs” She instructed him with a sly smile.

Dean's eyes widened at her request, but he couldn’t deny how sexy that sounded. “Yeah?” He replied in a teasing tone, his hand slowly moving up to her hip and around to her stomach, his fingers lightly grazing her skin before coming to rest just above her navel.

“You gotta ask me nicely first.” He said quietly, tilting his head towards her until his lips were mere inches from her ear. Y/N shivered at his touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment before she opened them again and met his gaze in the mirror.

She reached back and ran her fingers to the hair at the nape of his neck, giving it a soft tug before speaking again. “Please?” She asked, her voice soft but with a hint of playful pleading in it. A low growl rumbled in Dean’s chest as he heard the hint of pleading in her voice.

He loved it when she pleaded. “Good girl.” He purred, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, one in each hand, as he squeezed them both gently. His lips brushed against her earlobe as he spoke, his breath warm against her skin. “Now tell me what you were thinking about.”

Y/N smiled again before bringing the camera to her right eye, squeezing her left eye shut. “Stay still..” She whispered before snapping a picture of the two in the mirror. His hands were still cupping her breasts as if they were a bra, his head buried in her neck as she took the picture.

“Oh, so now I gotta be your model?” He teased, his grin widening as he felt her squirm a little under his touch. “You planning on sharing it with someone?” Dean nibbled on her neck. “Only you, charming” She winked at him through the mirror before taking the photo out from the top of the camera, patiently waiting for the photo to develop.

“Damn right, I’m the only one.” He replied, his hand moving down to her inner thigh, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin. Dean watched intently as she took the photo out of the camera, the sound of the film whirring and clacking as it developed.

As the image started to form on the paper, Dean's eyebrows shot up. “Say it, we look hot” Y/N grinned widely, handing him the photo. Dean chuckled as she handed him the photo. He looked down at it, his eyes roaming over the image of the two of them in the mirror.

And she was right. They did look hot. Extremely hot.

"Damn right, we do.” He said, his eyes flicking up to meet hers again in the mirror before he leaned in and placed a kiss on her shoulder. "You planning on making a habit outta this?" He teased.

Y/N shrugged, a coy smile playing at the corners of her lips. “Maybe I am.” She replied, tilting her head to the side so he could kiss her neck a bit more easily. She reached back again and ran her fingers through his still-damp hair, shivering slightly as his lips moved down to her shoulder again.

“You don’t mind, do you?” She asked, her voice a little breathless. Dean let out a low moan as her fingers ran through his hair, his lips moving down her neck to her shoulder.

He didn't mind at all. In fact, he kind of liked it. Not just kinda, he fucking loved it.

“Mind? Nah, I wouldn't mind one bit... You can be my model anytime you want.” He mumbled, his lips tracing a path along her collarbone before gently biting down on the sensitive skin, causing her to gasp softly. “I wanna take another” She breathed out, tilting her head back, resting against his shoulder.

Dean smirked against her skin as he felt her tilt her head back against him. He loved having her like this, all needy and wanting him. "Another one, huh? Sounds good to me.” He murmured, his lips moving to her jawline, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin there. "What'd you have in mind this time?"

She then handed him the camera, “You take it this time…go back a little on the bed and kneel infront of the mirror” Y/N instructed him. A shiver of anticipation ran down his spine as she handed him the camera. He raised an eyebrow at her instructions, but he didn’t hesitate to follow them.

He moved back on the bed a little, positioning himself in front of the mirror like she asked, and waited for her next command. "Like this?" He asked, his voice low and rough with desire.

“Good boy” She praised, kneeling in-front of him to lay a quick kiss on his lips before facing the mirror settling on her hands, now down on all fours, her ass pressed against him.

Dean let out a low growl at being called a good boy. He loved it when she talked to him like that, it always turned him on even more.

He let out another moan before feeling her ass press back against his raging boxer clad erection. His left hand immediately went to her hip, his fingers digging into her skin.

"Fuck, you know what you're doing to me right now, don’t you?” He breathed out, tracing her the vines on the anti possession sigil tattoo that decorated her lower back. Her breath hitched as he ran his fingers along it, that ache between her thighs wasn’t helping.

He couldn’t help but buck his hips forward a bit, his erection trapped and rubbing against the thin material of his boxers and her panties. “Stop teasing me and take the picture hotshot, then you can have me however you want” She responded enticingly.

Fuckkkk, she was playing dirty. But damn, did he love it.

“Teasing you? Me?” He replied, his voice low and rough. "You’re the one with your ass pressed up against me like that." He grunted, “Stop acting like you don’t like it” She shot back in a smug tone.

Her words and her movements were driving him wild with desire, and he desperately wanted to just take her right then and there. But he knew she wanted this picture first, so he bit back a moan and forced himself to focus on the camera. He gripped the camera tight, raising it up to his eye, his other hand still holding tightly onto her hip.

"Lift up a little bit for me, baby" He instructed, his eyes fixed on the camera. Y/N did as he instructed, raising her hips up just a bit to give him a better view. Her back was arched, her head hanging down, her hands bracing herself on the bed, pressing back against him even more.

"How's that?" She asked, her voice sultry as she glanced back at him over her shoulder. “Perfect.” He grunted, his eyes glued to the view through the camera.

He could see everything. Her back arched, her head hanging down, her hands on the bed, and of course her ass pressed up against him, the material of her panties barely covering her... He could see it all, and he wanted her so bad.

He took a deep breath, aiming the camera in the direction of the mirror, trying to steady his hand as he clicked the shutter. The click echoed through the room, the sound filling the air as the camera whirred to life, printing out the picture.

“Let me seeee” She said excitedly, quickly getting up to kneel besides him. He chuckled as she got up to kneel besides him, practically bouncing with excitement. “Impatient much?” He teased, holding up the photo for her to see. “Shut up” She grumbled, taking the picture from him with a gentle huff.

He snorted again, taking in her grumbling and the gentle huff. She was so damn cute. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he tilted his head to look at the photo.

"So... How do we look?" He asked, his hand gently moving up and down her hip, his thumb rubbing circles on her skin. “Holy fuck” She gasped, her eyes widening as she picked up the previous picture on the bed, comparing the two side by side.

She threw herself backwards into the comforter, her bare back hitting the fabric with a thud. Dean laughed, amused by her dramatic reaction. He watched as she fell back onto the bed, laughing softly as she let out a small oof.

He followed her, leaning over her and bracing his weight on his forearms. He was hovering above her, his face just inches away from hers. His eyes wandered down her body, taking in the way her skin looked against the comforter, before coming back up to meet her gaze.

“Another” She smiled, biting her lip again as she wiggled her eyebrows at him. Resting the two photos on the nightstand next to her.

Damn, she was really enjoying this, wasn’t she?

Dean’s eyes drifted to the two photos on the nightstand, his lips curving up into an amused smirk at her suggestive eyebrow wiggling. “Oh, you want another one?” He asked, his voice low and rough, his hand gliding down the side of her body. He leaned in closer to her, his lips hovering millimeters from her ear as he spoke.

“You’re awfully demanding tonight, aren’t you?” He teased, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip. “Is it wrong of me to want to take sexy photos with my boyfriend?” she raised her brows, whispering against his lips, exaggerating on the word boyfriend.

Oh, she was playing dirty again. But god, he loved it.

He chuckled, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke. "No, I suppose it’s not, girlfriend.” He murmured, matching her energy, his hand moving from her hip to her waist, his thumb tracing a path across her skin.

"We’re gonna end up with a whole album of these, aren’t we?” He teased, his nose brushing against hers. “Only if you’re into that” She responded with equal snark, brushing her nose against his, a giggle making its way past her lips.

“Oh, I’m into that…and so much more.” He replied, his voice low and gravelly. His hand continued to trail down her body, his fingers moving from her hip to her thigh. He smirked at her giggle, taking note of how her body reacted under his touch.

"I’m into anything that involves you, baby.” He whispered, his lips brushing against her jawline. “Now you’re just playing dirty” She gasped. He grinned wickedly, his lips moving down to her neck, his teeth grazing over the sensitive skin there.

"Maybe a little" He admitted, his hand continuing its journey down her body, his fingers tracing patterns on her inner thigh. Y/N bit her lip, trying to contain the moan that escaped from her lips as his mouth traveled down her neck.

"How do you want this one?” Dean asked, picking up the camera in one hand that he rested next to them. She glanced up at the camera in his hand, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Surprise me" She challenged, a hint of mischief in her voice.

Dean’s smirk widened at her words, his eyes darkening with desire. “Ah, so we’re going for the element of surprise?” He replied, plopping next to her.

He held up the camera, adjusting the settings before angling it towards her. "Just stay still" He instructed, his voice rough and low. He looked through the camera, his eyes darting between her face and the viewfinder, taking in every detail. He took a moment to appreciate how beautiful she looked, her eyes sparkling with excitement and anticipation.

He instructed her how to pose before he adjusted the camera a little, getting the perfect angle. Then, he pressed the shutter, capturing the moment. Click.

He lowered the camera, waiting for the picture to print out before looking down at it. A sly smile tugged at the corner of his mouth again. "Shit…this one’s fucking…wow" He murmured, his eyes glued to the photo.

"You're gorgeous" He added, looking down at her, his voice filled with admiration, her cheeks flushed, as she covered her face. Somehow, whenever Dean complimented her, she felt like a freaking schoolgirl.

Another picture wouldn’t hurt…He raised the camera again, angling it towards her.

"Just a couple more," He said, his finger hovering over the shutter button. “But I wanted more with you” She pouted. Dean smiled at her pout, his heart swelling with affection.

"I know, baby." He responded, his voice gentle. "But don’t worry, this is just a warm-up. We’ll get plenty of pictures with both of us together. Plus, we need to make sure each one is as perfect as possible."

He raised the camera again, framing her in the shot. "Now be a good girl and do what I say." He teased, his finger still hovering over the shutter button. Y/N rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance, but she knew damn well she couldn’t say no to him.

“Fine…” She responded with a hint of sass in her voice, but there was no real annoyance behind her words. “But just a couple more and then I get more with you, okay?” She said firmly, taking out another pack of films from the drawer of her nightstand.

"That's my girl" He smiled, appreciating her feigned annoyance. He took another picture, his finger depressing the shutter button. Click.

And then another. Click. He lowered the camera, looking down at her as he waited for the last photo to print. The last photo slid out, and he picked it up, a smirk spreading across his face as he looked down at it. "Fuck..." he muttered under his breath.

The first photo was of her on her hands and knees, her back arched, her head thrown back, and ass pressed up against him except the camera was directed to her instead of the mirror this time.

The second photo was of her lying on her back, looking up at the camera with a sultry look in her eyes while biting her nail, her body on full display.

In both pictures the dim lighting of the room and the comforter on the bed created a sexy, low-lit atmosphere.

Dean leaned back onto the bed next to her, admiring the goddess of a woman he just captured for his eyes only to see.

"You're killing me" He said, his voice hoarse as he held up the two pictures, his eyes flickering between her and the photos in his hands.Y/N giggled at this, taking the pictures from him before resting them next to the ones they took earlier. She then wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting on her side.

“Take one more…like this..” She instructed in a whispered before finding his mouth with hers. Dean groaned as she wrapped her arms around him, a shiver of desire rushing through him as her lips found his. He couldn’t deny her anything, he’d give her whatever she wanted.

He slowly pulled away from the kiss, his eyes darkened with lust. "Anything for you, princess” He murmured in a low, gravelly voice before reattaching their lips, holding up the camera as she lifted her leg to throw it over his hip.

He angled the camera outwards to capture the photo, his hand adjusting the lens so he could get the perfect shot. Then, he pressed the shutter button, capturing the moment. Click.

He pulled back from the kiss, patiently waiting for the camera to spit out the photo. When it did and finally developed. He looked at the photo, his breath catching in his throat. Damn, they looked good together.

"God damn" He muttered, his voice hoarse as he looked down at the picture in his hands. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from it. He slowly looked up at Y/N, the cutest widest smile on her gorgeous face, his gaze lingering on her face then down to her body, his eyes darkening with desire.

"You’re so damn beautiful it’s not fair" He murmured, his free hand moving to caress her side as he leaned over and rested the camera and photo back over her and onto the nightstand. Her cheeks flushed again but she just chuckled at his comment, her eyes locked with his, a smirk playing on her lips as he laid the camera down.

"You're not so bad yourself, handsome" She said in a soft, seductive voice, her hand going to the back of his neck to pull him down to her. She captured his lips in a deep kiss, her tongue brushing against his hungrily.

He let himself fall into the kiss, his hands roaming all over her body, his touch ignites flames wherever he touches. He broke off the kiss, panting softly, his eyes burning into hers. "I think we've got enough pictures for tonight" He murmured, his voice husky.

"But I'm not done with you yet." He added, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing gently. He brought his other hand to rest on her hip, pulling her closer until she was hovering over his lap, her knees on either sides of his thighs.

She grinned at his words, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Good, because I'm nowhere near finished with you either" She teased, peppering kisses down the nape of his neck, pressing her breasts against his bare chest, her nipples hardening against the cool air of the room.

He groaned at the feeling of her hardened nipples against his chest, his hands gripping her hips tighter. "Fuck, y/n/n...that feels so good" He growled, his voice thick with desire. His hands slid up her sides, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive peaks. He squeezed gently, relishing in the softness of her flesh beneath his palms.

He leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples between his teeth, biting down gently before soothing the sting with his tongue. He laved attention on her breasts, alternating between licking, sucking, and nipping at the tender buds until they were swollen and aching for more.

His hands slid down her body, settling on her hips once more as he rocked her against him, grinding her core against his straining erection.

She moaned loudly as he bit and sucked on her nipples, arching her back to push herself further into his mouth. She gasped when he ground her against his cock, her legs trembling as she fought to keep herself upright.

Her hands moved to grip his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his skin slightly. "Please, Dean...I need you inside me" She begged, her breathing ragged, her body aching for him.

He released her nipple with a wet pop, trailing kisses up her chest until his mouth met hers in another searing kiss. "As you wish, Princess" He murmured against her lips, his hands slipping down to peel his boxers off.

Y/N didn’t bother to take her panties off and rather slipped them to the side. She helped him slide his boxers down, kicking them aside before reaching down to grasp his throbbing length. She stroked him once, twice, before positioning him at her entrance. With a slow, deliberate movement, she sank down onto him, taking every inch of him inside her aching pussy.

A loud moan escaped her lips as she felt him stretch her, filling her completely. She started to move, rocking her hips back and forth, setting a slow pace that allowed her to savor the sensation of being filled by him.

A desperate groan tore from his throat as he felt her tightness envelop him, her walls clenching around his cock deliciously. "Fuck yeah, Y/N...you feel incredible" He rasped, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he guided her movements. He matched her rhythm, thrusting up into her as she rode him, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the room.

“Fuck charming, fuck me just like that” Y/N urged, her voice whiny. He groaned loudly, his own nails digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he held her steady for his relentless pounding. "You’re gonna make me cum if you keep talking like that" He whined, his voice strained with pleasure.

With a sudden burst of strength, Dean flipped their positions, pinning Y/N beneath him on the bed. He braced himself on his forearms, looking down at her with wild, passionate eyes. "I wanna see those pretty eyes when I make you cum," he growled, his hips snapping forward to drive his cock deep inside her.

He set a punishing pace, each thrust hitting her exactly where she needed it most. The force of his movements caused the headboard to bang against the wall, punctuating the lewd sounds of their coupling. Dean's muscles flexed with each stroke, his abs contracting as he powered into her willing body.

Sweat dripped down his chest, mingling with the heat radiating off Y/N's skin. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a brutal kiss, his tongue invading her mouth as he claimed her thoroughly.

Y/N arched beneath him, her back curving off the mattress as she met each of his thrusts with equal ferocity. The change in angle had her clit rubbing against his pelvis with every stroke, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her entire body. "Oh god, Dean!" she moaned into his mouth, her hands clutching at his shoulders for support. Her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock for all it was worth.

The sight of him above her, his muscular form glistening with sweat as he fucked her mercilessly, coupled with how he was hitting that perfect spot, was too much for Y/N to handle. She reached down between them, her fingers finding her clit and began circling it rapidly. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” The dual stimulation was driving her insane, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

"That's it, baby...touch yourself for me," Dean encouraged breathlessly, watching in awe as Y/N pleasured herself. The sight of her fingers working furiously over her sensitive nub combined with the way her velvety walls gripped his cock was almost enough to send him over the edge prematurely.

He gritted his teeth, determined to hold out until he could bring her to climax first. "Come on, Y/N...let go for me. I wanna feel this pretty little pussy squeeze the cum outta me," he coaxed, angling his hips to grind against her G-spot with every deep, purposeful thrust.

One of his hands left the mattress, threading his fingers into her free hand, guiding her motions as he increased the speed and pressure. "Cum for me like a good girl. Now,"

The added touch from his hand sent Y/N spiraling towards oblivion. She cried out, her body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed around his cock. "Dean! Oh fuck...I'm cumming!" she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave.

Her inner walls fluttered and clenched rhythmically, drawing out his release as well. Y/N's entire body shook violently beneath him, her orgasm lasting what felt like an eternity as her eyes flashed that sexy ball of white Dean loves.

The sight of her flashing eyes and the intense contractions of her pussy around his cock were enough to tip him over the edge. With a roar of satisfaction, Dean gave into the overwhelming urge to spill his seed inside her. He slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his balls drew up tight. "FUCK YES!!" he bellowed, his vision blurring at the edges as he erupted deep inside her.

Thick ropes of hot cum pumped into her quivering depths, each pulse sending aftershocks rippling through both their bodies. Dean collapsed on top of her, panting heavily as he struggled to catch his breath. He pressed sloppy kisses along her neck and jaw, still buried inside her warmth.

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Meanwhile, Sam was in his room, his ear pressed to his phone as he spoke to Jo, he finally broke after weeks of barely talking to her. “For fuck's sake...how long are they gonna keep this up? It's been weeks!” He grumbled under his breath, complaining to her about Dean and Y/N very loud activities. The banging of the bed against the wall, coupled with their screams were driving him insane, and NOT in a good way.

Sam rolled his eyes and sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose as Jo snorted in amusement. “It's like they're trying to break the damn bed. And don't even get me started on the noises. I swear, if I have to hear Dean scream 'fuck yeah' or Y/N scream ‘harder’ one more time, I'm going to lose my mind."

It wasn't often that he got any alone time these days, especially since Dean and Y/N had gotten together. Sure, he was more than happy for them. The idiots had been pining for years, but Christ it was disgusting, did they have to be sooo damn loud?

Jo giggled on the other end of the line. “Oh come on, be happy for them. But, maybe if you found someone to help you blow off some steam, you wouldn't be so bothered by it." She said suggestively.

Sam's cheeks flushed at Jo's teasing suggestion. "Are you offering Ms. Harvelle?" he retorted, a deep chuckle leaving his throat, his eyes slightly widening from the dirty comment he let slip. Sam internally cursed himself for it. “Maybe,” Jo replied coyly. “Are you against that, Mr. Winchester?” She chuckled softly, enjoying the playfulness between them.

Sam sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Not at all," he admitted, though there was a hint of reluctance in his voice. He knew better than anyone that relationships were complicated, especially in their line of work. But that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the idea of spending time with someone who shared his interests and passions.

Let’s just say…Sam was overthinking everything when it came to Jo.

“Just remember, I'm not easy to handle," Jo teased lightly, trying to lighten the mood, a soft giggle escaping her lips. Sam swallowed hard, feeling his pants tighten at the sound of Jo's provocative tone. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the growing ache in his groin.

His thoughts drifted back to Dean and Y/N upstairs, their voices were growing louder and more urgent by the second but they thankfully eased. "Be careful what you wish for, darling" he warned playfully, his heart racing at the thought of exploring the undeniable chemistry between them.

Sam's words hung heavy in the air, both of them knowing full well what they were implying. Jo bit her lip, trying to suppress the excitement bubbling within her. She wanted to take things further with Sam, but she also didn't want to seem too eager.

"Well then, I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens," she said nonchalantly, trying to hide her anticipation and the growing heat between her thighs as she pressed her phone to her ear.

Sam let out a shaky breath, his resolve wavering as Jo's flirtatious words echoed in his ears. The temptation to give in to his desires was strong, but he knew he needed to tread carefully. She didn’t deserve to go down with him.

"I should probably let you go," he said reluctantly, his voice strained with barely contained lust. "We can talk more later." Jo felt her heart pang painfully when he cut their flirty banter short, already feeling as though Sam wasn’t interested as she was but she forced a smile.

Her voice dripped with mock sweetness. "Of course, Sam. We've got plenty of time to explore our...interests." She paused deliberately before adding, "But don't think you can put this off forever. I expect you to make good on your promises sooner rather than later."

She ended the call abruptly before Sam could respond, leaving him alone in his room with nothing but his own thoughts. She sounded very audibly pissed and it twisted his heart.

Sam stared blankly at the phone in his hand, his mind reeling from the unexpected turn of events. A part of him was thrilled by the prospect of exploring his feelings for Jo, but another part was filled with uncertainty and fear.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, rubbing his temples as he tried to sort through his jumbled emotions. He knew he needed to speak to someone about this, preferably someone who understood the complexities of their unique situation.

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Meanwhile, upstairs in Dean and Y/N's bedroom, the couple lay tangled together in the sheets, their bodies glistening with sweat. Despite the late hour, neither of them seemed ready for sleep, lost instead in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking.

Y/N rested her head on Dean's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while tracing idle patterns on his bare skin. "That was incredible," she murmured contentedly, nuzzling into him.

"Yeah, it sure was," Dean agreed, his voice thick with satisfaction. He wrapped an arm around Y/N, pulling her closer against his warm body. His fingers traced along the vines of her tattoo on her lower back, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

Despite the exhaustion tugging at the corners of his mind, he found himself reluctant to move away from Y/N's comforting presence. There was no denying how perfect they were together.

"But we gotta get some rest," he added with a soft chuckle, already missing the sensation of being buried deep inside her.

Y/N nodded in agreement, her eyelids growing heavy as she fought against the pull of sleep. As much as she wanted to stay awake and bask in Dean's presence, her body was begging for rest after their vigorous lovemaking session.

With a yawn, she snuggled deeper into Dean's embrace, relishing the warmth of his body against hers. "Goodnight, my love," she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his chest before allowing her eyes to drift shut.

Within moments, her breathing slowed and evened out, signaling that she had finally succumbed to the lure of slumber. Dean watched her for a few minutes, marveling at the peace and contentment etched across her beautiful features.

A sense of love and protectiveness washed over him as he held her close, grateful for the incredible woman fate had brought into his life from the beginning.

Dean gazed down at Y/N's sleeping form, a tender smile gracing his lips as he gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face. The sight of her peaceful expression filled his heart with a warmth that spread throughout his entire being.

He knew that with Y/N and Sam by his side, he could face anything that came their way, whether it was hunting monsters or dealing with the challenges of everyday life. They were his rocks, his anchors in the stormy seas of existence.

As he settled in beside her, pulling the covers up to shield them from the cool night air, Dean felt a sense of completeness wash over him. This was where he belonged, right here in this moment with the woman he loved….but for how long?

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It was now the next morning, Y/N was downstairs making breakfast, humming along to random tunes while flipping pancakes, her light pink robe covering her body fully. Her mind kept drifting back to the night she died, that deal Dean made for her. The aching, nagging feeling never left and it’s never gonna leave.

He sacrificed himself for her, sacrificed his soul, his humanity, all because he loved her. She’s trying to keep it together because she’s adamant to save him, and she knows Sam will do anything for his brother, risk is all, you name it. It was up to her and Sam to stop Dean’s impending death and descend to Hell. And they had no idea how they were gonna do it.

Y/N was greeted by the sound of feet padding towards her, assuming it was Dean, she smiled over her shoulder, only to see it was Sam, looking disheveled as he rubbed his eyes tiredly, sinking into one of the chairs at the counter. “Morning” He mumbled gruffly as Y/N reached above the cabinet and took out a mug, along with the pot of coffee. “You look like shit” She snorted, pouring him a mug.

Sam gave a small grunt of acknowledgement, taking the offered mug with a nod of thanks. "Thanks, I feel like it too," he groaned, taking the offered mug of coffee and inhaling its rich aroma deeply. He savored the first sip, letting the caffeine kick start his sluggish brain.

His mind was still swirling with the events of last night - the intense conversation with Jo stayed fresh in his brain.

"So, did you figure anything out last night?" he asked, glancing at Y/N as he stirred sugar into his coffee. "Any ideas on how to stop Dean from going to Hell?"

Sam's brow furrowed with concern, his mind racing with possibilities. They needed to find a solution soon, before it was too late. He knew Dean would never forgive himself if he dragged them down with him.

Y/N sighed, shaking her head as she plated him a stack of flapjacks, bacon and eggs, resting it down infront of Sam. “He refuses to talk about it. All he wants to do is…well…” Her cheeks flushed, “Not that I’m complaining” She chuckled, scratching her head as Sam groaned exasperatedly in mock disgust. “But you know Dean” She chuckled, leaning against the counter sipping her own coffee.

Sam gave a small huff of amusement at Y/N's words, pushing his plate aside momentarily to rub his eyes again. "Yeah, I know Dean," he replied, sighing heavily as he leaned back in his chair. "It's just...hard seeing him like this."

He took a bite of the fluffy pancake, sighing appreciatively. “God, these are amazing.” He took another bite of food, chewing thoughtfully before continuing, "We need to figure this out, Y/N. We can't let him go to there."

Y/N's gaze softened, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on Sam's arm. "I know, Sammy. We'll find a way. We always do," she said, patting his hand before retracting it, offering a hopeful smile despite the worry gnawing at her insides as she downed the rest of her cup of joe.

She poured herself another cup of coffee, adding creamer before taking a slow sip. "Maybe we should dig into the old books, see if there's anything about demonic deals gone wrong. Or hell, maybe Jo might know something," she suggested, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

Sam’s chewing paused for a split second at the mention of Jo before quickly resuming, Y/N noticed this, narrowing her eyes at him, "I just wish Dean would open up more. If he'd tell us what's really going on in that stubborn head of his..." Her voice trailed off, frustration and concern warring within her.

“…speaking of Jo…” She began, diverting from topic as she sipped her coffee again. Y/N pumped her brows suggestively at her best friend.

Sam's brow lifted curiously at Y/N's suggestive tone, he stuffed his mouth full of food to hide the pending heat rising to his face. "Huh? What about Jo?" he asked, stuffing his mouth again. Y/N tilted her head as she braced her elbows on the counter. Sam wasn’t one to usually stuff his face so she knew something was bothering him.

Though she shrugged nonchalantly, waiting for Sam to choose to talk about what’s bothering him. “Honestly, I’m just wondering how she and Ellen are doing since the fire at Harvelle’s. I haven’t heard from her in a few days.” She said sadly, a frown creasing on her face.

Sam nodded in understanding, clearing his throat. "They’re holding up as well as anyone could expect, considering everything," he replied quietly, finishing his food quickly. He pushed away the empty plate, leaning back in his chair with a thoughtful expression.

The look on Sam’s face confirmed her suspicions, he was conflicted and overthinking something. She had a feeling it very likely had to do with Jo, since usually Sam would be on the phone with her almost everyday and since they’ve been up in her safe house, he hasn’t mentioned her once.

With a small frown, she leaned back against the counter, crossing her arms over her chest. "What’s the matter, Sammy?” She asked, concerned. Sam fidgeted under her gaze, his fingers subconsciously drumming on the counter. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, avoiding her gaze. But Y/N knew better.

She raised an eyebrow, studying him carefully. “Well you’re an even more terrible liar than your brother, and we that for living” Y/N muttered, shooting Sam a look that said, ‘Spill it’.

Sam chuckled dryly at her comment, his shoulders slumping slightly. “Fine. It’s just...Jo,” he admitted, running a hand through his messy hair. He took a deep breath before continuing, “I can’t stop thinking about her, Y/N. I’ve been trying to stop and failing miserably, might I add” He scoffed. “I don’t know how to do this, or how to go about it.”

He looked up at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing. Those pouty puppy dog eyes were seeping through. “I know I have feelings for her, but at the same time...I’m scared. I don’t want her to get hurt with all the shit we’re knee deep in” Y/N’s brows furrowed as she nodded in understanding about Sam’s internal battles when it came to him and Jo, listening to his every word.

Sam sighed, rubbing his temples. “I just don’t know how to balance it all, Y/N/N. I want to be with her, but I don’t want to drag her into this dangerous mess we’re in. She deserves better, you know? Someone without the baggage, someone who can actually give her what she needs."

He glanced up at Y/N, his eyes searching for some guidance, some words of wisdom. “Well, has she ever told you what she needs? Have you ever asked her?” Y/N asked, tilting her head. Sam’s cheeks flushed faintly at her question, realizing the answer was no. “No...I guess I never thought about it like that,” he admitted quietly.

He leaned forward, resting his head in his hands. “God, you Winchesters are morons” She snorted, reaching over to playfully nudge her best friend's shoulder. Sam cracked a small smile with a playful eye roll. Y/N cleared her throat before beginning.

“Okay. Firstly, She can take care of herself, trust me when I say, you’re overthinking it. Jo really likes you. A blind man could see that, and she’s a big girl. I mean, you guys already act like a couple, might as well make it official” Y/N said softly with a small chuckle.

Sam chuckled at Y/N’s bluntness and the way she teased him. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right,” he admitted, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. He knew that she was right, deep down. Jo was strong, independent, and resilient. And she had shown time and time again that she could handle herself. He was just a scared idiot.

“And secondly, stop being so harsh on yourself” She added firmly, Sam’s face creased into a frown again, “You’re a good guy. Yes, we’re in a fuck ton of shit but Jo is quite literally looking past that because of how much she loves you. Like, hello? Anyone in there? Can’t you see that?” She exaggerated, playfully knocking on his head with her knuckles.

Sam snorted, nudging her hand away as she chuckled lightly, “You two are lucky to have each other, so stop beating around the bush, stop talking shit about yourself and stop beating yourself up.”

He looked up at Y/N, his expression filled with gratitude and appreciation for kind words. She always knew why to say, “Thanks, Y/N/N” Sam thanked her, “No problem, Sammy,” Y/N replied easily with a reassuring smile, reaching over to give his arm a gentle squeeze. She knew how much Sam cared for Jo, and vice-versa, and she just wanted him to be happy. He of all people deserved it.

Let’s hope Sam takes her advice.

A frown graced his face again as Y/N sipped her coffee, his mind replaying the events from that unfaithful night. “You know, I never said thank you for…uh…” Sam’s words got stuck in his throat, clearing it as he felt a wave of emotion coming through his body, his gaze trapped in his own cup. Y/N tilted her head slightly in confusion until she saw the look of despair on his face.

“You don’t need to” She said softly, offering him another reassuring smile. Sam’s eyes flicked up to hers, “I-” Sam is cut off by Y/N, “You don’t need to thank me, Sammy and there’s nothing to feel guilty about” She interrupted firmly. Sam’s features softened, but that didn’t stop him from feeling terrible. “I would do it again in a heartbeat”

This made him smile again, as dreadful as the thought was of either of them, he would do the same. The Winchester-L/N clan would go to hell and back for each other….literally. “Me too,” Sam assured her.

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Meanwhile, Dean began to stir awake, stretching out in bed, his muscles still aching from last night's activities. He rolled onto his back, yawning widely as he rubbed at his tired eyes. Instinctively, he reached over to pull Y/N into his embrace, only to pat an empty bed.

Confusion crossed Dean's face as he realized Y/N wasn't there. He quickly sat up, scanning the room, but she was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging it off, assuming she must have gone to shower, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

The delicious aroma of pancakes wafted up and filled his nose as he pushed himself up from the bed, his eyes landing on the ‘pictures’ they took last night. He smirked to himself proudly as he felt his stomach grumble.

He then took up his wallet which was lying right on the dresser next to the pictures, opening it before sticking his favorite picture into one of the clear card slots.

Dean padded down the stairs, following the scent of food to the kitchen where he found Y/N and Sam chatting quietly amongst themselves. His lips curved into a lazy grin as he sauntered over, wrapping his arms around Y/N's waist from behind and nuzzling into her neck affectionately.

"Mornin' beautiful," he rumbled, pressing a kiss to her pulse point before turning his attention to Sam. "Smells great in here. You cookin' today, Sammy?"

Despite the causal question, there was an undercurrent of tension in Dean's voice. He knew they were worried about him, and he hated being the cause of their stress. But he also knew there was nothing they could do to change his fate.

So he focused on the present moment, on the warmth of Y/N in his arms and the comfort of family surrounding him.

“If it was Sam who cooked, the pancakes would’ve been charred into hockey pucks” She joked, flashing her best friend a playful wink. Dean chuckled and nodded in response, which earned a middle finger from Sam, directed at both of them.

Y/N snorted at Sam's reaction, nuzzling back into Dean's chest. "Charred is part of his signature," Dean chuckled, earning a mock scowl from Sam as he kissed her neck lightly, a soft unintentional moan leaving her lips.

The younger Winchester pointed his finger inwards to his mouth, making a gagging noise, “I’d like to keep my breakfast down, guys” He groaned, rolling his eyes as he padded out of the kitchen. Scratching his stomach as he sipped his coffee.

Dean snorted in amusement as Y/N giggled, plating six pancakes, a whooping heap of eggs and a half dozen strands of bacon for Dean.

Y/N smiled softly, watching as Dean pulled out and settled into a chair. "Eat up, handsome" She sighed, leaning against the counter, “You’re not gonna eat too?” He asked but she shook her head in return, “I ate before you guys came down” She assured him, Dean nodded, muttering a sweet, “Okay, thanks” in return.

Her gaze softened as she looked at him, her heart breaking knowing how much he was suffering internally. Dean dug into his food, shoveling forkfuls of eggs, bacon and pancakes into his mouth. He chewed with relish, savoring each bite. The flavors danced on his tongue, the textures mingling perfectly. It was comfort food at its finest.

As he ate, Dean stole glances at Y/N, his eyes lingering on her face. He loved the gentle smile she wore while watching him, the softness in her eyes. It made him feel cherished, cared for.

But beneath the surface, the weight of his impending doom pressed down on him. He tried to push it away, to focus on the simple pleasure of sharing a meal with the woman he loved. But it was a losing battle.

“I’m gonna go take a shower” Y/N announced, pressing a kiss to Dean’s temple. Dean nodded absently, his mind still grappling with the heavy thoughts plaguing him. He watched as Y/N headed upstairs, his gaze trailing after her until she disappeared from view.

With a sigh, he pushed his plate away, standing up to begin clearing the counter. As he did the dishes, his thoughts turned dark once more. The demon's promise echoed in his mind, he would lose everything dear to him if he tried to back out, including Sam and Y/N.

He couldn’t back out regardless, it was a sealed deal, a contract that they held, bearing his soul. He wasn’t gonna risk his brother and girlfriend dying. No chance in hell would he let that happen…literally.

Dean clenched his fists, a growl rumbling in his throat. No. He refused to drag them along with him. It’s not like he wanted to go to hell. But he would fight tooth and nail to protect those he loved, even if it meant facing damnation himself.

But for now, he had to put on a brave face for Y/N and Sam. They needed him strong, not crumbling under the weight of his despair.

Dean finished the dishes, wiping his hands on a dishtowel before tossing it aside. He leaned against the counter, staring blankly ahead as he ran a hand over his mouth.

He wished it had a way out of this mess. A loophole, a bargaining chip, something. He believed that he was truly doomed, that all hope was lost.

A sudden knock on the door startled him from his thoughts. Frowning, he moved to answer it, unsure of who could be dropping by unannounced so early in the morning.

He pulled open the door to reveal none other than Jo Harvelle standing on the porch, a hopeful yet nervous expression on her face. "Jo? What are you doing here?" Dean asked, surprised and wary.

Jo flashed a sheepish smile, stepping inside and closing the door behind her. “I, um, God this is stupid and desperate-” She mumbled to herself, running a hand through her blonde hair.

Dean chuckled dryly, shaking his head. "Easy, relax dude" he quipped, though there was a hint of genuine warmth in his voice, patting the younger girl's shoulder. “He’s upstairs” He flashed her a sly wink, pointing to the ceiling, indicating Sam was upstairs.

Jo's cheeks flushed pink as she nodded gratefully, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Thanks Dean," she murmured, starting towards the stairs.

Just then, Y/N came bounding down the steps, freshly showered and dressed. She paused when she saw Jo, surprise flickering across her face. "You skank, you didn’t tell me you were coming!" she exclaimed, crossing the room to give her friend a tight hug.

Dean watched the reunion with a fond smile, his heart swelling with affection for these two women who had become such close friends. “I’m sorry, slut. I’ll phone you next time” Jo giggled, returning the tight squeeze. “How are you holding up, and where’s your mom?” Y/N asked softly as she pulled away from the hug.

Jo sighed heavily, rubbing the back of her neck. "Honestly, I'm hanging by a thread most days. Mom's...she's not doing well either." She admitted quietly, her eyes dropping to the floor. "She’s at Bobby’s, I hitched a ride here. It's just been really tough lately."

Y/N frowned at this, her heart swelling before pulling Jo into another hug, “I’m so sorry sweetie…” She cooed before pulling away again. “….but Sam’s upstairs” She whispered, flashing Jo a quick wink.

Dean grinned as he watched Jo disappear upstairs, amused by the blush staining her cheeks. He turned to Y/N, raising an eyebrow. "Well, looks like we got some privacy for a bit," he drawled suggestively, stepping closer to her. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her flush against his body. "What should we do with ourselves, hmm?"

Y/N threw her head back laughing, “Oh, no, no, no” She shook her head frantically, trailing her hands up his chest. “I love you- I do- and I never thought I’d say this but my vagina needs a rest” She groaned, throwing her head into his chest.

Laughing along with her, Dean couldn't resist planting one last kiss on her nose before letting her go. "Alright, alright," he said, chuckling. "Vaginal timeout." The phrase made Y/N cackled loudly.

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he grabbed her hand and led her toward the stairs. "Don't think this means I won't try and change your mind later, though," he added with a wicked grin.

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Meanwhile, Jo stood infront of Sam’s bedroom door. Her heart was racing as she raised her knuckles to knock on his door.

Woman up, Joanna Beth. She internally chided herself.

You’re being so fucking desperate. Her mind yelled at her.

Shut up and do it bitch!

And she did, she knocked on his door gently, quickly retracting her hand.

Sam opened the door, expecting to see Dean or Y/N. "What did you wa- Jo!” he exclaimed surprised, looking down at her from his towering height. He was still wearing his pajamas, a faded old t-shirt and a pair of worn-out sweatpants. "I- um- I didn’t expect to see you” Sam chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Jo blinked up at him, her hands twisting nervously together. "Um...well..." she stuttered, biting her lip, her mind going back to their conversation last night. “I just wanted to...see how you were doing," she finally managed to admit.

Sam looked down at Jo, concern etched onto his handsome features. "Yeah? Well, I could use a distraction right about now," he admitted honestly, stepping aside to invite her into his room. The space was messy but cozy, filled with books scattered everywhere from his endless research.

As soon as they were both inside, Sam closed the door behind them. He leaned against it casually, folding his arms across his chest. "So, what brings you here?" he asked curiously, trying to mask his nerves with casualness.

“Okay, you know what. Fuck this” Jo snapped, tired of the run around. “Excuse me if I’m being too forward here, Sam. But what is this?” She gestured between the two of them. Sam visibly flinched at her sudden change of tone.

“I mean” She ran a hand through her blonde hair, “Over the phone, we’re flirting. We act like we’re a thing one minute and then we’re not. Ontop of that, you’ve been blatantly ignoring me for weeks for no damn reason. And now I show up here and I feel like some desperate little girl trying to get your attention and I HATE IT!” She exclaimed.

“You kiss me, and then we act like nothing happened, I’m not okay with that, Sam” Sam stared at Jo wide eyed, taken aback by her sudden outburst. He hadn't expected her to come bursting into his room with such aggression. "Whoa, hey" he protested weakly, raising his hands in defense. "That's not— I just..."

He trailed off, chewing on his lower lip nervously as he tried to find the right words. "I like you, angel. I really, really like you and I care about you a lot. I do…but it’s like- like- everything good I touch, everything good in my life, it turns to ash. Shit hits the fan everytime and I- I don’t wanna drag you along with it" he confessed honestly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jo took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She knew that Sam was struggling with something, but hearing him say it aloud made her heart ache. "Sam..." she murmured, stepping closer to him until there was barely any space left between them. "Look at me," she pleaded softly, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

"I know things are complicated for you right now...but that doesn't mean you can't have happiness too" she continued gently, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his arm. "I'm not going anywhere anytime soon," she assured him with a small smile.

Sam swallowed hard, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of longing and fear. Part of his brain was screaming at him to listen to Y/N but the fear of losing her prevailed. "I wish I could believe that" he whispered hoarsely, feeling the warmth of her hand seeping through his shirt. It was tempting, so damn tempting to lean into her touch, to give in to the desire building within him...

But then reality would hit again, reminding him of all the reasons why this was a bad idea. "I just don't want you to get hurt or worse…," he admitted quietly, shaking his head slightly as if trying to clear away those thoughts.

Jo’s jaw clenched, an unamused laugh leaving her throat. “You know, I’ve taken you for many things, Winchester. Smart, handsome, a bit of an obsessive perfectionist. But a coward was not one of them” She snapped.

Sam winced at her harsh words, his shoulders dropping in defeat. "I'm not being a coward" he argued defensively, although his tone lacked conviction. "It's just...you deserve better than me, Jo."

Despite his protests, he found himself inching closer to her, drawn towards her warmth like a moth to flame. His fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and pull her close, to lose himself in her embrace and forget about everything else…

“You know what, fuck this. I should’ve never came” She scoffed, shaking her head in disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned to leave.

The sight of her tears stopped Sam dead in his tracks. "Wait!" he blurted out, reaching for her hand. "Jo, please don't go like this" he begged, gripping her wrist tightly. He felt like an absolute ass, pushing her away when all she'd done was care for him.

"I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I keep screwing things up" he apologized sincerely, pulling her back towards him until their bodies collided. But Jo shoved him away harshly, causing the much taller man to stumble a bit, a look of shock and hurt spreading across his face, his eyes glazing over.

Jo wiped her tears away angrily. "I'm sick of this, Sam," She hissed. "I’m sick of wanting you. Of loving you. I’m sick of being so desperate. I’m sick of the stupid fucking run around. You owe me more than apologies. You owe me honesty" She demanded, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.

Sam sighed heavily, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "You're right, I do" he agreed, nodding slowly. "The truth is...I'm scared, Jo." He met her gaze, his blue eyes vulnerable and raw. "Scared of losing you, scared of messing things up even more than I already have. But most of all...I'm scared of falling for you."

He stepped closer, closing the distance between them once again. "Because if I let myself fall for you completely...and something happens to you because of me...I don't think I could live with myself" he confessed, his voice cracking with emotion.

“Do you hear yourself? Sam, I’ve proven that I can handle myself time in and time out! God forbid something does happen, it won’t be your fault!” She hissed. Sam flinched at her harsh words, taking a step back. "Hey, I didn't mean—" he started, but she cut him off.

"You always do this, Sam. You push me away, make me doubt myself. 'Oh, poor Sam, he can't protect anyone.' Well, newsflash - I don't need protecting!" Jo exclaimed, her voice rising in frustration.

She paced the room, her agitation growing with each step. "You know what? Forget it. Just forget it all. I'm done with this conversation." With that, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Sam stood frozen, staring at the closed door. A heavy silence hung in the air, broken only by the sound of his own ragged breathing. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the image of Jo's angry face, the hurt and tears I n her eyes.

With a frustrated growl, he punched the wall beside him, ignoring the pain that shot through his knuckles. "Damn it!" he muttered under his breath, hating himself for yet another mess he'd made.

He slumped down onto his bed, burying his face in his hands. Maybe Jo was right. Maybe he was just a coward, too afraid to take a chance on something real. But how could he risk losing someone else he cared about?

The weight of his past mistakes pressed down on him, suffocating him. Y/N’s words of advice at the back of his head pushed through. He wasn’t gonna let this fuck them up, not today, he couldn’t, she was the best thing that’s ever happened to him in a very long time, so he rushed behind her.

Sam burst out of his room and down the hallway, chasing after Jo. He caught up to her before she reached the front door, grabbing her elbow and spinning her around to face him.

"Leave me al-“ He cut her protest off, snatching her by her face before capturing her lips with his in a soaring kiss. Jo gasped against his mouth, her body stiffening in surprise for a moment before melting into his embrace. Her hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, anchoring herself as she lost herself in the heat of the kiss.

Sam's tongue danced with hers, coaxing her into submission, she melted against him. When they finally broke apart, both panting for air, Jo narrowed her eyes at Sam suspiciously. "What was that for?" she demanded, her voice slightly breathless.

Sam swallowed hard, his heart racing in his chest. "Because I couldn't stand the thought of you walking out that door thinking I didn't want you…thinking I didn’t love you," he admitted, his thumb stroking her cheek tenderly. "Because I do want you, Jo. I love you. More than anything."

Jo looked into Sam's eyes, searching for any sign of deceit. When she found none, she sighed softly, her anger beginning to fade. "Well, since you put it that way..." she murmured, leaning in to capture his lips once more.

Her hands roamed across his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt. She tugged him closer, pressing her body flush against his, reveling in the sensation of their curves melding together perfectly. “Prove it, Winchester” She smirked against his mouth.

A low chuckle rumbled from Sam's chest as he responded to her challenge. Without breaking eye contact, he scooped her up effortlessly from the back of her thighs, wrapping them around his waist before carrying her back toward his bedroom. His hand gripped her blonde hair, his bloodied knuckles slightly staining a few of her locks.

Once inside, he kicked the door shut behind them before setting her down gently on the edge of his bed.

His hands were everywhere, exploring every curve of her body, tracing along her sides and over her hips. "How's this for proof?" he teased, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her top to tease at her skin.

Jo giggled, biting her lip as Sam's hands explored her body. "Mmm, that's a good start," she purred, reaching up to tug at his pajama pants. Her fingertips slipped beneath his shirt and traced over his abs, marveling at the ridges and dips of muscle beneath his smooth skin.

As she leaned back on the bed, she tugged him down on top of her, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. "Keep going," she urged, nipping at his neck playfully.

A thrill of excitement coursed through Sam at her encouragement. He wasted no time in shedding his shirt, revealing his toned torso to her hungry gaze. His hands moved lower, sliding up underneath her top to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples which hardened instantly under his touch.

"Like this?" he whispered against her ear, nibbling lightly on the sensitive lobe before trailing kisses down her neck. Jo moaned softly, arching her back off the bed to press herself further into Sam's touch. "Just like that," she breathed out, tilting her head to give him better access to her throat.

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Meanwhile, Dean and Y/N were inside their room. Y/N sprawled out on the bed, impatiently waiting for Dean to pick a movie when they heard Jo moan, “Sam!” Rather loudly down the hall. Y/N stopped mid chew, a popcorn kernel between her fingers as Dean’s head whipped to the door.

Their brows were touching the sky at moaning echoing down the hallway. Shock, amusement and disgust etched on their features. "No fucking way” Y/N mouthed to Dean as he glanced at Y/N who had perked up at the sound as well, stealing with joy at the fact that they finally did it.

But then another loud moan echoed through the house, this time followed by Sam's deep chuckle. “God I’m gonna be sick” Dean shivered with disgust, turning back to the laptop, earning a laugh from his girlfriend.

Jo's moans grew louder and more frequent, punctuated by Sam's grunts of pleasure. "F-fuck, Jo-" Dean rolled his eyes, plugging his ears dramatically. “Ugh, keep it down!" he shouted mockingly, as another particularly loud cry rang out from Jo.

Y/N smacked his arm, giggling. “Aww, let them live, babe” She cackled, “We were worse than that these past few weeks, dude deserves a break” Before Dean could respond, there was a sudden crash from Sam and Jo's room, followed by a string of curses.

Dean and Y/N didn’t hold back this time, the two burst out in hysterics. "Jesus Christ!" Y/N cackled, clutching her stomach as she doubled over in laughter. "I think they broke the bed!" Dean joined in, his laughter bubbling up from deep within him.

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Author’s Note: Zoo-wee-mama🥵 (please tell me you get the reference XD) anyways, I totally did not just lose my pants writing this entire thing. I’ve had this written for months and was patiently waiting to post it HEHEHEHE

I hope you guys loved it! YAY SAM AND JO!!! YOU GUYS FIXED SHIT FASTER THAN DEAN AND Y/N, WE’RE PROUD OF YOU🫶🫶🫶

This one was shorter but I personally loved it🥹I plan on doing more original episodes but ones with actual hunts lol. Y’all know filler episodes give me headaches but this one gave me a different type of headache, if yk what I mean😏

Okay okay, I’m going now LOL! Hope you guys liked it! Lmk what you loved and what you hated🥰

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[ifangirlalot]

hiii, i just wanted to mention that i love your writing and if you could please write a finn smut with she/her pronouns? y/n and him could be actors and are working on stranger things together and they get hot and heavy in her trailer 20 minutes before shooting their scene, so someone knocks on the door and is asking if y/n's in there but finn doesn't stop ykyk doing his thing and so she's struggling to answer and this is such a long request im so sorry 😭😭😭

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐓, 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 ˎˊ˗ | starring finn wolfhard

FINALLY AN ACTUAL PLOT TO WORK WITH! I love getting requests, but most of the time you guys just ask for smut/fluff with a character and don't give me any ideas as to what to include, so it takes me forever to actually write- But thank you Nonnie for your (thankfully specific) request!

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~*smut!*~ [𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘:] p in v, dirty talk, kind of public sex, exhibitation (if you squint), clit rubbing, basically porn w/o plot bc this is literally just smut the whole way through

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[Finn's POV]

With the scene finished, I immediately grabbed [Name] by the collar of her shirt and yanked her into my trailer with me. I've been pent up all morning from her little tease fest during hair and makeup. She thought she was so fucking slick, sliding her skirt up to show more of her smooth thighs, letting her shirt skid off her shoulder to show some more skin. Well now she was going to show me every bit of skin on her body. Since she so clearly wanted to anyways.

"Finn! Jesus, what is your problem, we're shooting again in twe-" I cut off her words with my mouth as I gathered her wrists into my hands and held them against the door of my trailer, my other hand holding her hip firmly in place. I was hardly ever this forward and blunt, but sexual frustration was enough to make any man crumble into a heap of desperation and desire.

[Name] stopped mid-sentence, her words dissolving into a quiet groan as her lips parted against mine. Her hands twitched in my grip, but I didn't let them go. My lips hurried to her throat in a frenzy as my hand slid off her hip and gathered her hair into a ponytail in my fist so I could kiss her neck without her hair trying to strangle me. I tugged the makeshift ponytail and flicked my tongue over her soft skin, so tempted to make a hickey, but still having at least a shred enough of common sense to know that it probably wasn't a good idea to leave one now… at least, not on her neck.

After sucking a few small red marks that would disappear completely within a few minutes, I slid both of my hands to her waist and picked her up. Turns out being horny made me a little stronger than I was usually.. I slammed her body down on the bed and crawled over her, pinning her body down with mine.

"Jesus Finn, what has gotten into you today?" [Name] panted quietly, tilting her head back while my mouth continued its exploration of her neck.

"Like you don't know." I shot back, gently placing my hand on her neck and pulling her head closer. "You teased me this morning and I haven't forgotten. I'm horny [Name]. And you're gonna fix this issue for me." Before she replied, I moved my hands to the hem of her shirt and pulled it off her body, tossing it away into a faraway corner; it crumpled to the floor, forgotten for the moment. I felt around on her back until I found the clasp for her bra. I struggled for a moment, trying to get it free, but when I couldn't, I groaned in irritation and flipped her body over roughly. My hormones were running rampid in my body, I couldn't wait for much longer, and it felt like [Name]'s bra was purposefully trying to ruin it for me.

I finally got the damn thing unhooked and shot it away quickly, letting my hands wander over her breasts, my fingers rubbing her nipples. I moaned quietly under my breath as I moved my head down and let my tongue flick her nipples into my mouth. Her tit felt so good in my mouth, so full, so perfect, so soft.

[Name] moaned quietly, her body arching up in my hands as her her hands wandered into my mouth. She was down to her panties now and I was absolutely loving it. This morning, I woke up planning to wake up and go to work just like every other day, but now I was in [Name]'s trailer with her tit in my mouth and my hand down her panties rubbing circles into her swollen clit while she moaned helplessly under me. Life was fucking great.

I couldn't wait anymore. I needed her now. My cock was throbbing so hard and painfully against my jeans that I felt like it might actually explode if I didn't shove it into her tight, pink pussy right fucking now. I pulled my fingers out of her underwear and lapped up her sticky juices from my fingertips, my eyes meeting hers as she watched me, her eyebrows crinkled up in arousal and her chest heaving from my tease. She moaned and tilted her head back, hips pushing forward into mine.

I grabbed her lush hips in my hands and shoved them into the mattress, keeping her body pinned down as I used one hand to unhook my belt and yank my dick out. I tugged a condom packet out of my back pocket and ripped the foil wrapper with my teeth.

Oh yeah. I came prepared to fuck her dumb with my cock.

I rolled the condom onto my cock and moved down slowly, taking the elastic band of her panties between my teeth and moving them down slowly, my tongue darting out to kiss her wherever it could reach- her thighs, her hips, even the entrance of her pussy, as my teeth slowly moved her underwear down her perfect legs and around her ankles.

[Name] kicked them off and wrapped her arms around my back as I pushed myself between her legs, holding her thighs in place on my waist as I eased my dick into her, inch by inch. I pulled a hiss of pleasure between my teeth, slowly exhaling as her warm core welcomed me in. "Sssss.. ahh.. Fuck, good girl, that's it.."

A cracked moan left my lips as I thrusted my hips into her. I could hear the fap of my cock penetrating her wet hole over and over as she moaned loudly beneath me, shouting my name over and over. For the first time in a while, I felt confident.

"Oh god Finn, yes, yes! Oh god yes, fuck, fuck. fuuuuck!" [Name] moaned, spreading her legs wider, her mouth open wide in pleasure as her eyes rolled back in euphoric pleasure. I pummelled my hips forward again and again, my hand grabbing at the headboard to keep it from smashing against the wall again and again. There wasn't much I could do about the mattress and bedframe creaking underneath us as I fucked her, though.

A knock at the door. "[Name]?" a producer said, knocking once more. "Hey, you're up in about five minutes and you haven't gotten your hair fixed up yet."

[Name]'s eyes went wide with alarm as she looked at me. Oh, was she expecting me to stop? Right now? She was fucking insane, if she was. No fucking way was I stopping now.

I smirked mischieviously and pulled her hips taunt against mine, ravishing her body faster and harder. She was drooling now, cock-drunk from my blatant usage of her body.

Try talking now, I challenged her silently. Do it. I dare you.

"I-I.. nghhhh. I-I, fuck I'm s-sssss…." [Name]'s apology died on her tongue as I slammed my hips into her harder than before and she bit her lip hard to keep from making a noise.

"That's it, good girl, keep quiet. Don't make it obvious what's happening here." I taunted in her ear as I continued to fuck her forcefully. I could feel a knot forming in my stomach, threatening to unravel completely in the next few minutes.

The producer knocked again. "[Name]? Hello? What's going on in there, are you okay?"

Her eyes begged me for mercy, but I just smirked and continued doing my thing. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, letting me know she was close to cumming. I just smirked at her expectantly, waiting for her to let the producer know she was perfectly fine and would be out as soon as we were done. With noticeably shaky legs, might I add.

"Y-yes!" she screamed, panting heavily, but somehow managing not to moan. "I-I'll be out.. s-soon!"

My eyes were locked on her breasts, watching them bounce with every thrust I made against her body.

The producer's footsteps receded and I smirked at her again, pushing my hips directly into her g-spot. [Name] moaned out before she could stop herself and her body shook desperately as she screamed out my name, her body emptying out every ounce of sweet, sweet cum. "Oh God, Fiiiiiiiiiiinn!"

I pushed my hips against hers a few more times before finally spilling into the condom with a load, throaty groan. I panted heavily, my body sticky with sweat as I rolled off her.

"I'm so fucking pissed at you." [Name] scolded breathlessly, but I could tell she wasn't really mad at me. She was more embarrassed than anything. I was sure I'd be embarrassed too, once the high from my orgasm wore off. But for now, I was cocky, smug, and pretty fucking proud of myself.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure you are. Just hush and get your pretty little ass out there before they come looking for you again." I smirked and gave her a cheeky wink as she groaned and tossed a pillow at me, hurriedly shoving clothes back onto her body and running out, leaving me alone, cackling at her as I cleaned up after us.

[hughiecampbelle]

Autopsy (Will Graham Oneshot)

Character/s: Will, Hannibal mention

Word Count: 1,363

Tag List: @locke-writes

A/N: Heavily inspired by the freezing temperatures that have come on suddenly :) I just love the winter and the snow. Something about it makes me feel alive lol. Anyways, I am having so much fun with these fics!!! I was really afraid I wouldn't be able to stick with it, and ik it's only the second day, but I have a good feeling. I have a lot more to watch lol bc I want to write for Hannibal too, I just feel like I can write Will better, if that makes sense? I know him better. Idk lol. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated!! ❤❤❤❤❤❤

WRITING EVENT 🔪🩸

I still think of you. The words come to his mind as they have constantly, consistently, since the day you died. Not dead, he corrects, but murdered. The day you were murdered. Taken from him with violence, with cruelty, without remorse. Small things. Big things, too. Reminders. Lately, the change of the season, autumn to winter. The long, dark nights he searches in the linen closet for an extra blanket. The way the stars seem a little brighter. How the leaves, what remains of them, shudder in the wind. The hot water he shivers under, trying to warm himself up. The air is sharp, nipping and biting at his skin as he stands in the yard, in the road, in the woods. Shivering. The frost in the grass, on the pavement, sparkles, threatening to melt in the sunlight. The apples of his cheeks growing rosy, his face shielded by the collar of his coat, by the frame of his glasses, by the knit hat he wears that belonged to you. 

I still think of you, he chants. A quiet, naive, foolish part of him hopes you know. I Hope you can see him, feel him. He doesn’t bow to a higher being. He does not break his back and contort his spine in a manner of prayer. He does not step forward between the doors of a church, a temple, a house of holiness. This is as close as he’ll get to believing, to worshipping. Standing here, the temperatures dropping, the sky a watercolor painting of pinks and oranges, purples and blues, trying to stop his teeth from chattering. He can crawl into the minds of killers, of degenerates, of the insane. That is easy. The crime scenes spell it out for him in a language no one else seems to speak, to read, to understand. He can watch as they stab and slice and suffocate without flinching. A witness to the filth of humanity. What he cannot do, what he cannot understand, is your perspective. He has studied the autopsy reports. He has memorized every inflicted wound, every mark of self-defense. He has touched the objects, the weapons, that were used against you. But when he tries to get into your head, your mindset, there is a blankness that mimics untouched snow. 

Were you scared? Did you beg for your life? Did the infinity that is death creep up on you while you slipped away or was it thrust upon you like a white hot pain? Did you cry? Call out for your mother, your father, for him? They found you in the snow. A shallow grave dug before a storm, a blizzard. It made things harder. Slowed decomposition. You were missing for two weeks. That’s all. Fourteen days. He smiles despite himself. The absurdity of it all. He should have fought harder. He should have threatened until he got his way. Of course he had a bad feeling. They all did. But he wasn’t prepared for this. You didn’t come home. Your side of the bed sat empty, undisturbed. Your boots, your coat and hat and gloves hung with care by the front door, left on the mat so you wouldn’t track in slush and snow. The books you were reading, the case files you were analyzing, all waited on the coffee table, expecting you home at any time. Even the dogs, unaware of the situation, slept soundly. They knew where you lived. They stalked you for weeks on end. It was their pattern, their modus operandi. They wanted you. They loved you. And that is why they had to kill you. 

Killed because of him. His therapist disagrees. It wasn’t anything he did. It wasn’t anything he could have prevented. That’s a lie, he thinks, but doesn’t vocalize. A nervous habit: bringing your engagement ring to his lips, holding it there, before dropping it back on the chain around his neck. He waited a long time to get it back. Finally, Jack agreed. He hasn’t taken it off since. He tucks it under his shirt, the cold of the ring against his skin. You haven’t been sleeping, Hannibal states, and Will has no choice but to agree. Bruise-like circles painted beneath his eyes. How can he? How can he when the bed is so large and there is a gaping wound where you used to lie? How can he rest when he knows how you’ve suffered? The instruments used to hurt, to kill. He ends up downstairs, on the couch, his eyelids heavy. The image of your body on that metal slab. You must’ve been cold, that much he knows. You ran out without shoes, your socks, mismatched with silly patterns, thick with frozen mud. Without your jacket, without insulation, your thin shirt torn and ripped. Cut open. They were in your house. They watched you. How can he sleep when he sees a pair of eyes, bright in the dark, staring him down. Watching him. Waiting. 

It should have been me. The thought never leaves him. He can shun it away for a few fleeting moments. Between sips of coffee, tea. Before and after he spits his toothpaste in the sink. As he cleans his glasses on the hem of his shirt. Should, Hannibal points out, is a dangerous word. He nods, but does not comprehend, does not care for. The killer learned your routines. They knew when he would be out, when you were alone, when you were at your most vulnerable. He never should have. But how could? Don’t. This is my fault. The idea is sickening and, strangely, comforting. He ruminates. He sits for hours in the morning, at night, in the time between lectures and crime scenes. He goes over what he could put together. The house, your home, littered with investigators, with yellow tape and analysts. Collecting hair, fur, fingerprints. He has nowhere to go. Him and the dogs staying with Hannibal. Just until they’re done, he assured him, but he didn’t mind. When the time came to unlock the front door, to walk through and re-enter the life he’d put on hold, he couldn’t do it. Backed away from it like it was wielding a knife. Just recently has he been able to face it. It was as if nothing had ever happened. Your things right where you left them. Even the dishes, a glass, a mug, a plate, exactly as before, nestled in the sink. Dirty. Unwashed. Begging to be scrubbed clean.  They wouldn’t come after him, that he was painfully aware of. They got what they wanted. He was of no use to them. Not anymore. He could bloody his hands and knees, begging and pleading, but they are gone. Looking for their next victim. Their prey. If they’re not going to hurt him, hunt him down as they had done to you, he will punish himself instead. He will stand in the cold, the frozen temperatures, and wait. He will watch his own breath until it’s too dark, until the night takes over and the sky, inky black, mocks him. Another day you have not seen, experienced, lived. He will shed everything until the thinnest layer. He will put himself in your place, laying in the snow, waiting for his skin to grow numb. If he could he would bury himself. Dig his own grave. But the ground is too thick, too hard, and so he must wait. He must imagine. He must be patient. When it’s become too much, when he is sure he can no longer feel his limbs, he will drag himself back to the house, the dogs, the lonely bed. And he will try again the next night, thankful the winter lasts as long as she does. Dreading the days the sun waits to set and the snow melts, when the wildflowers bloom and the cold dissipates. It’s only been a year and yet, it’s felt like a lifetime. How much longer can he carry on without you? How much longer can he live this life where he cannot sleep, he cannot eat, he cannot find your killer? I don’t know, he shrugs. I don’t know.

[fenharel-is-so-swell]

I’m very sleepy so there are probably mistakes and redundancies galore below buuuuut read on for a rant about how weirdly Trick Weekes treats Qunari characters/culture.

I said this in a comment elsewhere buuuut I just realized that Trick Weekes does something VERY odd with the Qunari they write. As a black woman it does not sit right with me.

The Qunari, racially, are the group most evocative of people of color in western society Irl. They are treated as savages, visually very different (scary by Thedas’ standards), often hypersexualized, and generally perceived as hyper aggressive.

With that in mind I’d like to dig into Taash and Iron Bull a bit.

Iron Bull and Taash have narratively similar character arcs — raised under the teachings of the Qun, enter an identity crisis, do they conform or deconstruct?

Iron Bull is a Ben Hasserath that is surprisingly cooperative and ‘worldly’, compared to all other Qunari we’ve interacted with in games past. He’s got a lovely little band of misfits, is well spoken, and generally open minded/kind. As we get to know him we come to discover that all his charming qualities are exactly what make him ill suited for Qunari society—everything GOOD about him is other. UNLESS you enter a romance with him, in which case the ‘fun’ hold overs from a sex-as-a-biological-imperative society are BDSM. So, compared to the other available romances he’s quite lewd. His character development stalls a bit if you romance him UNTIL you get to the Bulls Chargers portion of his mission where it is either—sacrifice everyone and remain with the culture and world you truly do care about, or do the ‘right thing’ and cast off everything you know to save your found family. The narrative treats the latter as the ‘right choice’ in Trespasser when a non-Tal Vashoth Bull turns on the inquisitor regardless of relationship. Affirming to the player that all those who follow the Qun are mindless dogmatic murderers without real empathy or attachments. (Obviously there is more along the way with guilt and loss of identity, but I’m painting the broad strokes)

In a vacuum, this feels…fine. It could just be a story about a guy in a culture. A tale of deconstruction. It feels uncomfortable considering the cultural allegories that are easy to make with the Qun—it feels non western religiously. An amalgamation of maligned cultures BUT it’s easy to feel like maybe we’re reading too deeply.

Then enters Taash and the Qunari we see in Veilguard.

I have not seen what happens with Taash and their choice to “be more Rivaini or more Qunari” (I’m a biracial black woman and that makes my skin fucking crawl) but the implication is damning when looking at it next to Iron Bull’s story. (I’m also still playing VG so take this with a grain of salt. Taash has also been the most overtly sexual character the earliest in the game, I haven’t gotten more than a hint from any other character (save for Davrin, but it was a subtle flirt) but Taash? They’ve sniffed my neck, growled, and asked if I wanted to fuck them. So, once again, hypersexualizing the Qunari companion.

The Qunari in Veilguard are beyond flattened and instead split into two groups—the civilized, understanding, assimilated Qunari & the near mindless, violent, occupying, murdering defected Antaam.

The Qunari NPCs I’ve over heard in game have all been quick to yell “I’m just Antivan!” Or “I’m not Antaam” or the below grossssssssss dialogue (paraphrased from a convo I head at the LOF base)

“So, you’re Qunari”

“No, I don’t follow the Qun.”

“But you have the horns”

“I was born in X city. Qunari means ‘people under the Qun’ and I wasn’t raised with that”

“Oh then, if you’re not Qunari what do I call you?”

“How about X name”

…IM SORRY WHAT?!?!?! This gives entirely “I don’t see color” and is INSANE to put in a game in 2024. We are familiar with Tal Vashoth, we’ve been able to play as Tal Vashoth Qunari (racially) characters in two games. Hell, we have a similar allegory for it in real life with Jewish folks!! There is a distinct difference between being ethnically Jewish (I.e ashkenazi, etc pls correct my terminology) and religiously Jewish but erasing either is fucking gross????

Just like yeah, I’m [my name] but I’m also visibly fucking black and pretending I’m not does nothing but provide more room for the marginalization I experience to go completely unchecked because “I’m just [name]”

The handling is especially upsetting because I was REALLY hoping we’d get a slice of normal life in this game in a perfectly average Qunari settlement/encampment or something so we could see some of this culture outside of their violent defectors and “one of the good ones” Tal Vashoth.