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lewisvinga · 6 months

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mr & mrs | max verstappen x fem! pérez! reader

summary; max and y/n relationship from engagement to honey moon

fc: threemillion on ig

warnings; mentions of sex lol

notes; latina n pérez reader bc max is for the latinas

masterlist !

liked by maxverstappen1, schecoperez, and 1,022,928 others!

ynperez: knew something was up when he kept begging me to wear white lol

tagged; maxverstappen1

username: what happened to hello? good morning??

maxverstappen1: liefje, you act like i was on my knees

ynperez: might as well have been, ‘babeeee just wear white, nooo pleaseeeee, wear that white dress. babeeeee’

maxverstappen1: not u exposing me under our engagement post 😕

ynperez: to a lifetime of this, max verstappen !

maxverstappen1: gladly, y/n pérez ! ( future verstappen )

maxverstappen1: i love you

ynperez: and i love you

username: MIS PADRESS [ my parents ]

username: screaming crying throwing up

username: that outfit is EVERYTHING

username: the size of the ring? hello??

schecoperez: enhorabuena, hermanita! [congratulations little sister] ❤️ just gotta make sure he doesn’t make you cry or else

ynperez: muchísimas gracias checo💗 [thank you very much] , but i may have cried a wee bit when he proposed 😕

maxverstappen1: a wee bit is an understatement, i was concerned that you were never going to stop crying

ynperez: exposing me under MY own post??

maxverstappen1: karma is my fiancé

liked by ynperez, danielricciardo, 1,234,927 others!

maxverstappen1: partying in mexico is 10x more fun when you’re celebrating your engagement to your fiancé

tagged; ynperez

username: they’re turning him into a mexicano lol

username: mi gente latino✊

ynperez: omggg 2 pics of meeeeee🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

maxverstappen1: bc ur soooooo prettyyyyy

ynperez: can’t believe your drunk ass left the party to put on that fuck ass polo

maxverstappen1: it’s for the vibes u wouldn’t get it 🙄🙄🙄

ynperez: engagement parties in mexico>> maxie wasn’t i so smart for planning it 😁😁😁😁

maxverstappen1: ur the smartest person ever liefje

username: can’t tell if i want him or her

danielricciardo: never seen max so smiley in my life before

maxverstappen1: i was feeling like you tbh

username: need y/n’s closet asap

schecoperez: told you partying in mexico is fun😂

liked by maxverstappen1 !

liked by maxverstappen1, lilymhe, and 1,104,826 others!

ynperez: called bae to let him know it’s a girls night only

tagged; lilymhe, carmenmmundt, francisca.cgomes, alexandrasaintmleux, carolamtz1, iamrebeccad, heidiberger_

lilymhe: tell ur ‘bae’ i want you🤤🤤🤤🤤

ynperez: i want YOU🤤👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

alex_albon: maxverstappen1 are you seeing this??

maxverstappen1: i just ignore it tbh

maxverstappen1: almost died being away from you

ynperez: u had the babies with you🐈🐈

maxverstappen1: still not the same 💔

username: i’d do anything to party with y/n and the other wags😩

username: she’s an icon and she is the moment

alexandrasaintmleux: pretty pretty girl!!

ynperez: says you!🥹💗

carolamtz1: gracias por invitarme! fue tan divertido!😍😍 [thank you for inviting me, it was so fun]

ynperez: siempre carol❤️💗 [always]

carmenmmundt: george kept asking me what we were doing last night 🤣

ynperez: don’t say a word, girls only 🤫🤫

georgerussell63: BOOOO

maxverstappen1: so i won’t know??

ynperez: girls only sorry bae

username: this comment section is my entertainment of the day😭

username: countdown to verstappen wedding starts now 🧘‍♀️

liked by schecoperez, christianhorner, and 1,653,836 others!

ynperez & maxverstappen1: mr. and mrs. verstappen.

schecoperez: enhorabuena! bienvenido a la familia, max ! [congratulations, welcome to the family] time to learn spanish😂

maxverstappen1: i know how to order tacos in spanish 😌

ynperez: lol barley

maxverstappen1: under our marriage post?

username: my dream wedding

username: mamá y papá

lilymhe: the prettiest bride😍😍😍

ynperez: the prettiest maid of honor 💗

carmenmmundt: ugh the dress , the hair, everything was so😍😍

liked by ynperez !

username: streets are saying there was a banda n everyone was zapateando??👀👀

ynperez: the streets are right! even max, although, white husband cannot dance, i’m working on it

maxverstappen1: i am trying 😔

danielricciardo: really? are you sure??

landonorris: congrats to the happy couple🎉🎊

ynperez: no tears this time?🤔

landonorris: i don’t have a clue what ur talking about 🤨🤨

danielricciardo: the 5 minute long video i have of you sobbing says otherwise 🤗

liked by maxverstappen1, lilymhe, and 1,142,736 others!

ynperez: luna de miel con mi esposo. 🌕🍯💗👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 [honey moon with my husband]

maxverstappen1: te quiero. [i love you]

ynperez: JALDKSDWOF

ynperez: te quiero. ❤️‍🩹

maxverstappen1: chilling w wifey

ynperez: happy wife happy life am i right

maxverstappen1: i do make you very happy indeed 😏😏😼😼😼

ynperez: max stop my brother can see

schecoperez: i wish i didn’t see

schecoperez: y porque publicaste fotos en su ropa interior?🤔 [and why did you post photos in your undergarments]

ynperez: ay, checo, no soy una niña, ya tengo esposo 😝[im not a little girl, i already have a husband]

username: checo being an overprotective brother lol

username: y/n panicking over max typing in spanish is so me

username: them>>

lilymhe: so , when are yall gonna give me a niece, i’m waiting…

maxverstappen1: you have jimmy and sassy😝

maxverstappen1: let me change my response, we’re practicing to make sure we get it right on the first try😆

lilymhe: oh😀

landonorris: i need to bleach my eyes🤢

ynperez: MAX MY DAD AND CHECO CAN SEE THIS😭😭

maxverstappen1: sorry not sorry 😁

#f1 scenario #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 imagine #formula one social media au #f1 smau #f1 scenarios #formula one smau #formula one x reader #formula one scenarios #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen smau

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creative-crybaby · 3 months

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Birthday Suit

PAIRING: timeskip!Yamagata Hayato x fem!reader

GENRE: smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: face riding, oral (m and f receiving), 69, cum eating, light nipple play, manhandling, praise kink, spanking (like, once), creampie, light and brief asphyxiation, brief mentions of breeding

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

SUMMARY: Yamagata is quick to take the lead when it comes to celebrating his birthday. All characters are 18+

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVOURITE LIBERO! HE'D TOTALLY MAKE BAD JOKES DURING SEX! (and happy valentine's day too ig)

Yamagata wakes up to an empty bed.

The spot next to him is still warm, his calloused hand smoothing out the wrinkles on the fitted sheets. His brows crease as he hoists himself up from his forearms, stretching his arms over his head with satisfying pops from his joints before dragging himself out of bed.

Light shuffling reaches his ears as soon as he exits the bedroom, a yawn leaving his lips as he follows the sound.

His eyes, while not fully awake, soften upon finding you padding around the kitchen, one of his graphic tees blanketing your figure. With your back facing him, the libero takes the opportunity to sneak behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“Morning,” he murmurs, nuzzling his nose into your neck. You squirm with a gasp in his hold, almost dropping the bag of flour in your hand.

“You scared me,” you say, regaining your composure.

Yamagata hums. “And you weren’t in bed.”

You huff, placing the bag of flour on the counter before turning in your partner’s arms, wrapping your own around his neck.

“Well, maybe,” you drawl, “I wanted to surprise a special someone with his favourite breakfast on his special day.” The libero grins, and your fake irritated expression eventually melts into one of adoration. You kiss him. “Happy birthday, Hayato.”

Yamagata pulls you back for more, his hand cupping your face as he presses his lips harder against yours. You happily indulge, your fingers grazing against his undercut and sending a shiver down his spine. His heartbeat’s rhythm quickens as he presses his chest against yours, warmth buzzing throughout his body. You only pull away when his tongue greets your bottom lip, and he pouts.

“I gotta make breakfast,” you pant as he hides his face in your neck. The libero smirks when you shiver from his touch, his tongue dusting your skin.

“You are my breakfast,” he counters, his hands gliding down your body to your thighs, toying with the hem of your (his) shirt. He can feel your chest heaving as he peppers open-mouth kisses against your skin, and he leads you to press your back against the fridge.

“Hayato,” you whine. “I’m serious.”

“Hi, serious.” He stops his ministrations to meet your gaze, a cheeky grin making its way to his features as he takes in your flustered state. You frown—he knows that you know what his expression means. “I’m the birthday boy.”

In a single motion, Yamagata yanks your tee off your body. You yelp upon exposure, and the libero’s eyes widen at the sight before him.

Having you in purple isn’t anything new, especially when it comes to special occasions dedicated to the athlete. You know how much he likes the colour, and when it’s on you, his eyes can’t help but wander every time.

The sheer lavender lingerie set you have on makes his cock twitch in his shorts, and Yamagata takes a moment to catch every heart sprinkled onto the teasing set.

He curses under his breath, and you cross your arms.

“You are such a brat—”

You're dragged into another heated kiss, a squeak escaping your mouth as his hands roam, squeezing whatever soft skin they can find.

Being born on a romantic holiday had more cons than pros for the libero, the main issues having been receiving Valentine’s Day gifts rather than something more personal or people forgetting his birthday altogether. However, since he met you, Yamagata hadn’t minded the double celebration. It only got better when you two began dating, your gifts having sentimental value without the direct connection to the holiday. With how much he loves you, he’s sure he’d appreciate any gift you gave him regardless.

“You say that like it bothers you,” your boyfriend rasps before his tongue eagerly slips past your lips and swirls around your own. A smile tugs at his mouth when he feels you kiss him with just as much fervour, your hands pawing at his chest while you mewl.

“Wait!” You whisper-yell in between sloppy kisses. “At least–ah!–get back to our room.”

“Too far,” he grunts against your lips, squeezing one of your breasts through the sheer material.

“Then, the couch—”

He cuts you off with a light smack to your thigh, making you gasp. The libero’s tongue returns inside your mouth as he leads you to the living room, swallowing your whimpers.

With his focus primarily on your soft lips, Yamagata hardly remembers the journey to the other room. Next thing he knows, he has you beneath him, his teeth nibbling at your collarbone while he grinds his hard-on against your leg.

“Hey,” you gasp. “Why am I the only one barely clothed?”

Feeling you tug at the hem of his shirt makes your boyfriend grin, pausing his actions to sit up and toss his crewneck off his body. His smile grows as he watches your reaction, your dishevelled state worsening as you scan every inch of his exposed skin. Before your gaze can go any lower, he yanks you to sit with him, your face mere centimetres away from his.

“Sit on my face,” he rasps, nudging his nose against yours.

“It’s your birthday,” you whisper, one of your hands reaching for the waistband of his shorts. “Let me make you feel good.”

Your words have Yamagata’s cock pushing at his boxers, the tightness more than unpleasant. He pecks your cheek as a distraction.

“Having you ride my tongue makes me feel good,” he responds lowly, his words almost contradicting his actions as he shrugs off his remaining clothes. “You should know this by now.” Fully naked, Yamagata wraps his arms around your torso before tossing his body onto the couch, forcing you to lay on top of him. With you peering down at him, he sticks his tongue out. “Sit.”

You oblige, taking your time to shift to the new position.

When you’re finally hovering over him with your thighs on either side of his head and your body facing his, the libero is sure that the view before him is equivalent to the pearly gates, the only thing in his way to heaven being a sheer lavender fabric.

“Should I take this off?” Your question has his hold on your thighs tightening, a stern “no” leaving his mouth. One of his hands slides the crotch of your panties aside, your cunt greeting him with a thin layer of slick.

The sound of your yelp upon him yanking you down onto his face forces laughter to rumble in Yamagata’s chest, his amusement muffled from you sitting on him. Your noises quickly turn into moans due to the vibrations, and he gets to work on eating you out. His tongue goes straight for the kill, lapping up your juices like it never tasted them before, and it’s the libero’s turn to groan. Your lewd sounds add fuel to his fire, making him feast on your sweet cunt like it would be his last meal on earth.

But that’s just the beginning.

The tip of his cock drowns in a familiar warmth, the following wetness causing his eyes to cross as he picks up his pace. Soon enough, you take more of his shaft down your throat, the vibrations from your moans adding to his pleasure.

You didn’t have to. Yamagata made it clear his tastebuds begged for your essence. He devours you like a man starved, like he doesn’t already do this every other day. He could cum untouched just from eating you out (and he has before); having you return the favour only worsens his ravenous appetite.

“Sh-Shit,” your boyfriend groans, feeling your tongue tease one of the prominent veins on his dick. He shows his gratitude by giving your clit some attention, swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub in hopes of hearing more of your cries.

His luck only gets better as he gets his wish and then some, your thighs tightening around his head and further restricting his airflow. Any sane person would beg their partner to give them a break, let them breathe—it only makes Yamagata’s cock twitch in your mouth, the dizziness that follows suit bringing him closer to the brink. Should he die by your hands (or rather, thighs), not one complaint would leave his lips, let alone form in his thoughts.

You’re shaking. Even with his hold on you, the sign of your oncoming orgasm is impossible to ignore. Refusing to cum before you, the libero lets his tongue run rampant, his lips pressed against your weeping pussy in the world’s messiest makeout session.

You seem to be right on his tail, bobbing your head faster as you take in more of his girth. He can feel your drool pooling at his base, and if it weren’t for your addicting taste, he’d love to watch you milk his cock with your mouth.

But you’re so close—he knows you are. Just one more push.

Pressing his lips and tongue flat against your cunt, Yamagata shakes his head vigorously, letting his spit aid in the ministration as the vibrations attack your heat.

It does the trick, your pretty pussy gushing in his mouth as he drinks up everything you have to offer him.

Your gagged sounds are his queue to let go, too, his warm and heavy load filling your throat as you swallow every drop. You don’t stop sucking him off during his release, keeping it going as the squelching noises he’s tongue-fucking out of your cunt drives him wild. Even with every gift you give him, heaven remains between your thighs.

Yamagata doesn’t recall when he caught his breath, nor when you two sat up from your positions. All he can think about at the moment is kissing you. He does so passionately, the short time without your close contact making him all the more delirious. And when you whimper against his slick-stained lips, his cock twitches to life once more.

“Can’t go a day without getting your fix, huh?” you quip, though your boyfriend’s too busy trailing kisses down your neck.

“Can you blame me,” he mumbles against your skin, making you shiver. When he pulls away, he catches you with his lustful gaze. “Just look at you…”

Without warning, he tears your set off your body.

You shriek, quick to hide your chest as if he hasn’t seen you naked a thousand times before. “What the hell are you doing?”

Yamagata doesn’t give you a chance to process his actions, quickly pulling onto his lap with his hands gripping your hips. He smirks, his chest rising and falling from excitement.

“Unwrapping my gift.”

Your possible following words are cut off by your mewling when the libero attaches his lips to your nipple. The distraction allows him to aim his cock at your entrance, tapping at your slit with his tip. With fluttering eyes, you aid him, taking his dick and slipping yourself onto it with a silent cry. Still sensitive from his previous release, the athlete throws his head back with a grunt, feeling as you take every inch slowly, almost teasingly.

“Oh, f-fuck,” you gasp, finally bottoming out. “So full, baby. So fucking full.”

“Squeezing me so good,” he pants, watching your reaction with hooded lids. “You gonna ride me, pretty? Use me like a toy?”

You nod with a whine, lifting your body with trembling legs before dropping onto his shaft again. You both cry out in ecstasy, still sensitive from earlier, but it doesn’t stop either of you from continuing.

But oh, you poor thing, Yamagata can tell that you're about to give out already, your movements losing speed and rhythm. He can't help but coo, peppering wet kisses on your shoulder for comfort.

“Don't worry, pretty baby,” he whispers, halting your movements by wrapping his arms around your waist. “Gonna take care of you.”

The wail you let out upon him thrusting up into you will forever be his favourite melody, the smile on his face widening so much to the point it hurts his face.

The libero isn’t any better, his groans harmonizing with your cries as he feels the burn in his legs. With all his years playing volleyball, he's grateful for his stamina.

Feet planted onto the floor, Yamagata fucks you faster, pressing his face into your chest as he concentrates on hitting your sweet spot. Your warmth radiates from your skin, clinging to him and making him all the more feral from your touch.

“I love you,” he slurs, tilting his head up from his position to face you. “Fuck, love you so so much.” He's getting sloppy, he knows it, but his thrusts don't lose their intensity. “M-Mine. Mine all mine… All. Fucking. Mine.”

The athlete pounds into you with each word, emphasizing his complete devotion to you. Your walls choke his cock in response, and he has to refrain from breeding you then and there.

“I love you, too, baby,” you pant, digging your nails into his shoulders. “I’m so close. Can I cum? Can I cum, baby? I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

Your pleading tone goes straight to his dick, and he groans. “Fuck, please do, sweets.”

Your broken sobs reach Yamagata’s ears, and seconds later, your pussy tightens around his shaft. Watching your expression break as you fall apart is his sign to let loose as well, shooting his load straight to your womb. Your spasming walls have a vice grip on him, yet he’s hugging you tighter like you’ll float away if he lets go. His second release of the morning feels eternal, and yet it still isn’t long enough for him, not when you’re involved.

How either of you manage to ride out your highs and survive, Yamagata doesn’t know. As he leans back onto the couch while catching his breath, he smiles boyishly at your equally exhausted form on top of him.

He pecks your temple. “Breakfast was great, babe.”

“You will be the death of me,” you respond not a second later. The libero barks a tired laugh, rubbing your back soothingly as you try to sit up again. When he calms down, he finds your eyes, his normally sharp and intense gaze gentle and loving.

“I love you,” he murmurs, taking one of your hands and pressing his lips to your palm.

You smile. “I love you, too.”

Yamagata grins like it’s the first time you’re telling him this, his hands massaging your thighs. He wonders if you can hear how much you mean to him, be it through his words or by the intense hammering of his heart against his ribs. Surely, the latter can’t be good for his health, but he’ll go through any experience you bring him.

Still on his lap, you pull him into your embrace, burying your nose in his neck and slowly inhaling.

“You good?” he mumbles against your skin, kissing your collarbone.

“Just a little sore,” you hum, grazing your lips against his jaw before pulling back. “And you? You still want me to make you breakfast? I’ll need a bit more time to recover, but I’ll be on it.”

Yamagata purses his lips as if in thought.

“Nah,” he dismisses. “I’m stuffed.” A teasing grin sneaks onto his face, and your brows furrow. His eyes trail to where you two remain connected, his arms lifting you by your hips to watch as his cum leaks out of you to pool at his base and form a sticky ring. “Looks like that makes two of us.”

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday.”

#fanfic #fanfiction #hq #haikyuu #haikyu #smut #shiratorizawa #yamagata smut #yamagata x reader #yamagata hayato #valentine’s day #birthday boy

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boba-at-323 · 10 months

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Blue Waves 🌊

Note : Swore twice ig? || I did proof read but I don't trust myself so ignore any mistakes || I needed to get out of this writer's block and blue waves helped lowkey ! || Thank you for helping me out minnie!! ^_^

The ocean glistened under the blinding July sun. The warm sand slipped underneath your bare feet, and despite the blazing sun, the sand wasn’t hot enough to make your feet burn. The seagulls circled over the water, it seemed like they too, were enjoying the summer.

The warm air coming from the sea's direction flowed through your hair and the white summer dress you wore: it was moist but it felt good. Eyes closed, you tried to take in the warmth and feel that summer vibe. However, your “main character” moment was ruined by loud laughter hitting your ears.

“You know you look so stupid right now” Chenle gasped for air as he found your relaxation wildly amusing.

“Chenle what the fuck is wrong with you,” You glared at him for stealing your spotlight, “At least I’m not hiding behind those big ass sun glasses.”

“I’m not hiding,” he scoffed dramatically, “it’s called protecting your eyes, y/n.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever,” you smiled at his usual exaggerated emotions, your eyes trailing back to the sea.

“You know standing here would only burn your skin off,” Chenle’s irritating taunt pulled you back to him again.

You huffed in annoyance and spoke up again with a raised eyebrow and folded arms, “Okay then Mr. Know-it-all, why don’t you suggest something we should do which will satisfy your high demands?”

An offended expression painted itself on Chenle’s features. He tried to come up with another one of his cocky come-backs, but it seemed like his mind wasn’t deciding to cooperate with him because apparently it was taking him a bit too long to come up with something which would wipe away that smirk off your face.

“I-” Before he got to finish his sentence, a blinding light took over Chenle’s vision, his hands going up to shield his eyes faster than his brain could send the signal.

“Too slow” you tutted mockingly, shaking your head to emphasise your disappointment. Once getting used to the sunlight, he saw you twirling his sunglasses between your fingers.

“Hey! Give that back!” Chenle reached out for his precious (not to mention expensive) sunglasses before you could cause them any damage.

However, you weren’t planning on giving them back any time soon. Instead of letting him snatch the sunglasses from you, you hovered them over your head and take a few steps backward.

“Gotta catch me first.” You giggled when you saw his bewildered, dumbfounded face, mouth agape due to the utter nonsense you were spewing out in front of him.

The mere audacity.

Sticking your tongue out at him, you let out another cackle and made a run for it, while an angry Chenle followed closely behind. Even though he seemed angry, he didn’t mind a bit because even he has to admit, spending time with you is his favourite thing in the whole world, after his sunglasses of course.

Title : Blue Waves 🌊|| Word count: 482 || Genre: Crack ? Fluff ? || Pairing: Chenle x Fem!Reader (very bff au pt.2 ?)

Tagging : @armysantiny @mosviqu @jaehunnyy @riikiblr

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ppersonna · 4 years

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organic - ksj | thirteen

a social media au

↳ summary- You agree to do your childhood best friend, Namjoon, a favor by working as his boss’s gardener. However, Namjoon fails to tell you just how much of a rich ass Kim Seokjin really is. You hate him, and he hates you, so why does it bother you when his ex makes her way back into his life?

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- seokjin x reader

↳ warnings- 😬 smut, oral sex (m/f receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, teasing, bratty!yn, brat-tamer!jin, unprotected sex (dont be dumb), aftercare (ig), lmaoooooo here we mf GO.

↳ a/n- omgomgomgogmogmogmogmomgomgogmg. thats all i gotta say yall. also, so sorry but the tags are currently being VERY BAD and i am sorry if they didnt work.

taglist-

@rjsmochii @broke-bts-stan @kookiesjoonies @sistaflubs @sombreboy @brilliantlybasicb @sugarly-laysa @absoluteyoongit @chimoona @ladyartemesia @lemonjoonah @jinsearth @tiddieshakeshownu @hannahdinse8 @imluckybitches @55west81st @xoxrinaxox @remplazable-yellowpink @lustingstae @lidda @amoreguk @deadleaves278 @devotedlywriting @koostime @fangurl-ontgeside @hauntedlilies @gukniverse @simplymemyself @alyboo-jpeg @themyscirarey @taetaewonderland @jinhitwhore @softychimseok @amberaesthetics @lovesjenmoong @bangtansbun @garii71 @sweetnspicy93

The house was empty. Too empty.

The normally chaotic space of the living room, where all the roommates and friends usually joined was silent.

You walked around aimlessly, still confused by Jin’s texts, and hoped to find someone to distract you, keep you from going into the bedroom Jin most certainly occupied.

You couldn’t wrap your mind around the man. In one minute, you’d be daydreaming about his lips and the way he felt pressed up against you. The next, you’d be contemplating methods of murder and if you could bury his body next to the freshly planted rose bushes in the back courtyard.

A sigh escaped you. No one was home. You were stuck with Jin.

You grumbled under your breath as you made your way down the lush hallway. Some friends. Didn’t even invite you out. Left you here with the extremely handsome, tempting, annoying asshole.

The door opened before you even reached your hand out to grab the handle. Jin appeared with a sleazy smile.

“Little vixen,” he said, grabbing your wrist.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!”

It was almost starting to get annoying.

Jin motioned to the bed. Pretty, pink lingerie lay on the luxe fabric, arranged delicately yet with full intent displayed.

“I can’t wait to see you in it,” Jin spoke. He moved closer. So close it made your throat swell up. His hands ran up and down your arm. “I knew you’d give in.”

His words snapped you out of any sensuality you felt at his embrace. Your hands pushed at the expanse of his chest.

“I didn’t fucking do this!” You snapped. “Why the fuck would I want you?”

“You think I don’t notice the way you slide in bed towards me until you’re practically humping me?”

Jin’s smirk was reaching levels you’d never seen before. He was pleased with himself, with this situation. You were sure if you glanced down his body you’d see proof of his arousal. But you couldn’t. You’d lose all ability to talk, to fight.

“Okay, I was cold! That’s the only reason!”

Jin tsk’ed and shook his head.

“Darling, it’s okay. You’re meant to be my wife, you should know how your husband performs in bed. It’s natural to be curious.”

Your hands balled into fists.

“I’m… not curious.”

He quirked his head and smiled. “No? Not even a little?”

Jin stepped towards you again, this time slower and with heat.

“Not curious how deep I can get inside you, how wet you can be for me?”

You would be lying if you said your body didn’t react, didn’t heat under his intense gaze.

“Clearly, someone set this up,” you whispered, trying to navigate the conversation away from the topic of your wet pussy.

“Did they now?” Jin asked as he played with a piece of your hair. “You sure it wasn’t all a ruse to get the worldwide handsome in bed with you?”

“You’re so arrogant,” you snapped. “You think every woman is falling on their face to fuck you.” Your words were sharp but lacked any of the heat behind it.

Jin chuckled. “That’s because they generally are.”

His fingers trailed down your face, your neck. His eyes were fixated at your collar bones, magnetized to the juncture of your throat and shoulder.

“Well, I’m not.”

“Say someone set this all up, say I believe you… you still aren’t putting up much of a fight.”

Damn.

Jin had you there.

He continued before you could speak. “It’s almost like you’ve been wanting to find out more ever since I kissed you.”

Your eyes closed in reply. The kiss. The god forsaken kiss.

“You played me.”

Jin sighed and tucked a stray hair behind your ear, eyes now level with yours.

“It’s okay to be curious. About me. About us. I think about it too.” He admitted.

It piqued your interest and made you swallow hard.

“I think about what it would be like to have your fiery little body underneath me. Trying to be big and bad and headstrong while you’re getting stuffed full of my cock.”

You couldn’t help the soft whine that left your lips, and you kicked yourself for allowing Jin to see your moment of weakness.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He asked as he moved you towards the bed. His eyes burned into yours and it felt like all the air in the room left, leaving you suffocating.

“You want me to take control, to tame the little brat inside you. I can do that, baby. All you have to do is admit you’re the one who did all of this.”

You fell against the bed with a soft thud, right next to the expensive lingerie. It was your style, your type. Even through the rage of Jin believing you were trying to seduce him, you can’t help but envision yourself in the lace and letting the man unwrap you.

“It wasn’t me,” you whispered. “I wouldn’t buy something so expensive. You know I prefer secondhand.”

Jin visibly recoiled and rolled his eyes.

“I should spank you for that. You don’t have to lie. You don’t have to save face. I know you did it, baby.”

“It wasn’t fucking me!”

Jin stared at you, eyes seeking answers in your own.

“You’re such a petty bitch sometimes, you know that?” He stalked closer to you, pushing you down into the bed. “Such a little fucking tease. You act like you hate me, yet you can’t stop looking at me. You can’t stop thinking about me. You made me get in bed with you every fucking night and still try to claim you hate me?”

He looked infuriated. It was scary as much as it was arousing.

“Don’t you fucking get that I want you?” Jin asked as he pressed a finger under your chin to make you stare him down. “Do you not understand in that thick head of yours that you drive me fucking crazy?”

It’s the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Instantly, you tugged him down and crushed your lips to his. You kissed him wildly, no finesse or skill. It’s all mouth and teeth and tongue. Jin groaned into your open mouth, and you pulled away.

“I didn’t fucking set this up,” you stated with intent. “But I will fuck you until you’re not a goddamn asshole anymore.”

He never got the chance to retort any smart-ass remark—your hands pushed him onto the bed and your hands flew to his tight, teasing jeans. Your mouths melded together again with the heat of an oven, meshing together with all passion and fire of your argument now funneled into pure, sexual charge.

Jin’s head rested on the pillows as you hovered above him, trying to tug at his jeans while maintaining a steady assault on his lips.

He chuckled, his own hands coming to assist you as his tongue explored your mouth. He pulled away to kick the jeans off, leaving him in his expensive Balenciaga tight boxers.

“God,” you groaned. You were part aroused by the impressive length pressing against the black fabric, half annoyed that his underwear likely cost half of your paycheck alone. “Fucking ostentatious rich asshole.”

Jin couldn’t help but laugh out loud, but it quickly escaped him as your hand rubbed at his hot bulge, gripping tightly and gritting his teeth to keep from moaning.

“Shit,” he sighed. “If you make me cum in these, I'm taking the cleaner fee out of your paycheck.”

You made a show of rolling your eyes, moving down his body and tugging the fabric down along the way.

“The fact that you get your fucking underwear dry cleaned…,” you sneered.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t need to. Jin’s impressive length was now free and thick and hard in your hands. His expensive underwear fell to the floor without a care from either of you as you eyed the stiff cock in your hands.

“Is it everything you’ve dreamed and fantasized of?” He tried to act cool and collected, using his bravado to mask the absolute pleasure he felt at your delicate hand gripping him tightly. He was certain he would cum instantly if he wasn’t careful.

“Hmmm,” you sighed as you gave long, languid pumps with your hand. “I mostly fantasized of kicking you here. But, I’m sure this will be a suitable way to shut you up, too.”

Jin opened his mouth in reply but cut himself off with a strangled groan as your hot mouth descended, taking him fully to the hilt at the back of your throat. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he felt your tight mouth envelop him and suck.

Your mouth worked eagerly, licking and sucking as you began a pace. You’re determined to suck the cocky attitude right out of him. And judging by the look that crossed his face—eyes glazed over in bliss, mouth ajar in pleased disbelief—you’d say you did an outstanding job at it.

His hand moved to your head, a surprisingly gentle grasp in your hair as he held back pieces of your fringe that fell in your face. Your heart thumped harder against your chest, eyes flickering up to his to gaze at him as your mouth continued its assault on his cock.

You cursed yourself the moment your eyes locked with Jin’s. It would be easier to hate him, to think of this as a way to get back at him, if you hadn’t. Now, all you saw was the side of Jin you saw before. The sensitive, passionate Jin who kissed you deeply and held your hand through dinner. The look in his eyes now spoke more than just of sexually charged thoughts—it spoke something tender too.

You quickly forced yourself back to the task at hand. Your tongue swirled around the tip of his head. You forced yourself to see this as sex, nothing more. Your heart was too sensitive to allow other thoughts invading in. What was it that Tae always said to do? Get the dick, secure the bag?

Oh, what did he know—wasn’t the boy head over heels for Jimin, anyway?

Jin’s hand tightened around your hair, encouraging you to come up for air. Your hand kept a steady pace as your lips popped off his length.

“What? Enjoying yourself too much?” You teased as you used your free hand to wipe at the saliva running down your chin.

Jin groaned as he watched your fist still work its way up and down his slick cock.

“Mm,” he sighed and bit his lip. “Yeah, actually. I don’t wanna cum yet. Wanna save it for that bratty little pussy of yours.”

The words made your breath hitch in your throat.

In an instant, Jin had you flipped over and you were prone to him. The devilish grin on his face told you he had you right where he wanted you.

“I hope you had fun thinking you’re the boss,” he murmured as he sat back on his heels and unbuttoned his tight shirt. “Daddy’s in charge now.”

The shiver you feel run down your spine makes you feel too vulnerable, too attracted and exposed to the man above you, now completely naked. His body was cut to perfection, hard lines of his muscles exposed that made your mouth water.

“Didn’t realize you had a daddy kink.” Your attempt to sound bratty failed—both you and Jin knew it. Your eyes were still locked at the way his lower abdomen formed a perfect V line, the slight thatch of hair just above his cock.

“My eyes are up here, baby.”

Your eyes snapped up to him instantly, cheeks turning pink.

“It’s okay. Don’t be shy. Lots of women get overwhelmed when they see the worldwide handsome in the flesh like this too.”

His words rolled around in your stomach uncomfortably and you’re forced to face the reality that Jin does this—a lot. With a lot of women. And you’re overwhelmed by how jealous it makes you. You want to be the only one underneath him, the only one able to graze your fingers down his chest, the only to cry out his name.

And the thought scared you.

So, you did what you did best—ignore it.

Jin’s hard, burning gaze bore into you. His hands reached towards the tops of your jeans and you noted the way he ignored the patches of dirt on the knees from your day at work. In fact, you’re surprised he even let you on the bed in clothes that were shabby too.

The jeans quickly left your body, and Jin hovered over your legs. His hands trailed down the soft satin of your panties, barely covering your core. Your body reacted instantly, thighs moving to press together, but Jin would have none of it.

“Ah, ah,” he warned. “Don’t tell me you’re shy. You never seemed so shy when you’re biting my head off.”

“Shut up,” you murmured, allowing your legs to spread apart again.

Jin lowered himself between your thighs, fingers wrapping around the fabric.

“I see you’re wearing the panties I bought you.”

The look on his face told you he was proud of himself.

“I still hate that you made me buy underwear. Not like you were going to see them.”

Jin sent a look at you, tearing his gaze from your soaked core.

“Oh, then what do you call this?”

Your words caught in your mouth. He got you there.

“...shut up.”

Jin grinned and moved his eyes back towards your cunt, pulling your panties down.

“So mouthy. Someone needs to put you in your place.”

Your mouth opened in a gasp as the panties slide off, a string of slick arousal following it. Jin can’t help but chuckle.

“For all that big talk, you seem to be very excited.”

The desire to be touched quickly outweighed the need to hold your own. With your pussy open and exposed, and Jin’s eyes focused on it like it was his last meal, the burning desire in your stomach nearly bubbles over.

“Jin,” you gasped. “Please.”

“Now, look who’s begging.”

You wanted desperately to wipe the smirk off his face, to put him in his place, but your resolve quickly faded the closer he got to your glistening folds.

“You want me to eat your sweet pussy? Tell me you do. Tell me it’s all you’ve wanted.”

The pride in your heart thuds hard—you can’t find it in you to say it but you ache for his sweet mouth, plushy lips, harsh tongue that would spear into you deliciously.

“Jin, fuck, please,” you begged. “I can’t…”

“I won’t touch you if you don’t,” he explained. “You could be halfway to a screaming orgasm by now if you’d just suck up that pride of yours as well as you sucked my cock.”

Your body squirmed uncomfortably and his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you secured to the bed.

“Fucking say it,” he demanded and the timbre of his voice had your cunt pulsing around nothing.

You’ve finally had it.

“Please! Jin! I fucking need you! God, I always think about fucking you, are you happy?” You asked with frustration boiling over. “I think about you fucking me all—fucking—day. Please, I need you, daddy.”

Jin smirked at the sound of his honorific and knew he had you wrapped around his finger.

“Good baby girl,” he cooed.

His mouth latched onto your cunt in seconds. His hands spread the folds apart and his tongue darted out to begin a licking motion on your clit. Your eyes snap closed and mouth gaped open in silent pleasure.

“Oh, fuck!” You finally found your voice and your hands grasped at his brawny arms below you, fingers digging into his skin gently.

Jin didn’t hold back. His tongue worked your clit in a frenzy, knowing just where to suck and nibble and lick just right. You hated to admit that for all his bragging he had the skills to back it up.

Your moans encouraged him more, and his hand worked its way in, two fingers slipping into your heat. The added sensation made your back arc off the bed.

“Shit! Oh, shit!” The combination of all the sensations made you keen and your core tightens impossibly. “Oh, fuck, Jin! I’m going to cum!”

He smirked against you and kept his pace, increasing the speed of his finger as his tongue worked you to the height of your climax.

It washed over you—hard. Your vision blacked out around the edges and you’re sure you stopped breathing for ten whole seconds, before your lungs burned and gasped in for air.

Jin pulled his fingers from within you and licked them clean. The cocky aura surrounding him was gone. Now, it felt worshipful. It felt pious.

He didn’t want long before crawling up to you. His lips pressed against your own, your own unsteady breath mixing with his as you tasted your own slick on his tongue. The flavor of your cum and his mouth made you gasp.

Jin pulled away and peered down at you, his thick length now lined up at your soaked core.

“Can I fuck you?” Jin’s voice was gentle. “I have condoms, if you want....”

You nodded your head quickly. “If you’re clean, please… just fuck me like this.”

You didn’t know what came over you—normally a good rule-following type of girl, but something deep down wanted to feel Jin, all of Jin, uninhibited.

His eyes sought into yours for a moment. He held an emotion in there—one that you couldn’t quite recognize , and your heart clenched at the idea that anything other than lust flickered through his consciousness.

“Okay, I’m clean too,” he whispered as his length breached you.

Jin pressed his lips to yours as his cock slid into you, tenderness lacing the movement as he stilled inside you. He held you there for a moment, hands moving to cup your face. His hips remained motionless, and you both melted at the feeling of your bodies joining.

You forced yourself to look away from whatever emotion Jin was trying to reveal through his gaze and moved your hips slightly to encourage him.

He seemed to get the idea and quickly slid himself in and out. The feeling of his bare cock stuffed inside you, each ridge and vein dragging itself in and out of you, felt better than any sex you’d ever had.

Jin’s pace became quicker, and the tender sensuality became quickly replaced with raw passion and lust, which loosened the feeling of vulnerability you felt before.

“God, you’re taking me so good,” he gasped as he plunged himself deep into you, as if to make a point. “You’re so fucking tight and wet for me, fuck, baby.”

Your moans echoed off the luxe walls, and you threw your head back against the fine egyptian cotton pillows. As much as you wanted to hate the display of wealth, you couldn’t help but be grateful for Jin’s need for expensive fabrics. They felt like heaven against your bare skin, and the friction of Jin’s movements made them rub on you deliciously.

“Yes, fuck!” You exclaimed. “You feel so good!”

There was no need to hold back the praise, and you had no desire to either. Jin was fucking you so good that any ideas of hating him had left the second he entered you.

Jin let his head drop to your ears—whispered praises of how good you were, how fucking tight you felt. He continued as he pounded you deeply and pulled your body close to his, as if he couldn’t get close enough.

It didn’t take long for you to feel your second high coming. Jin’s cock hit just the right places, and he dropped a hand to your joined centers to rub at your clit, encouraging your climax to spiral towards the end.

His pace became frantic as he fucked you with fervor and no finesse, hips snapping and pistoning into you as deeply and quickly as he could. Idly, he realized he wished he could be buried in your cunt forever, that he’s likely never felt such a better pussy in his life. And he didn’t want to allow himself to think too hard about what that meant.

He could feel it building, climbing to an ever growing peak that he felt on the brink of summiting. His breath hitched, yours panted heavily, and he felt hypnotized by the way your cries escalated to near screams.

The chase to the end was quick, as Jin quickly worked himself up to his climax as your cunt became tighter and fluttered around his cock the closer you edged to the end. Jin groaned as the feeling inside of him snapped. It pulsed with each shot of his seed into your womb--and he groaned as he felt your walls clench around him as you soared over your own edge.

His name was the only thing you could scream as he kept his pace, allowing your walls to milk him dry. He held himself inside you, allowed him the chance to soak in the feeling of you and him mixing as one.

Your come-down from the orgasm felt slow, languid. Jin’s body laid next to you and his cock still nuzzled deep inside your walls. It felt secure. It made you feel safe, love, full. Your heart beat erratically, combined with the exertion of the act and the physical proximity of the man now lying next to you, breathing just as hard.

His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you in tight, only allowing his cock to slip out of you after he was sure you were secure in his arms. His forehead pressed against yours—eyes seeking your own with that same, tender look from before.

No words were spoken for a moment, just the silence and combined breath of your exhaustion.

Jin kissed you, then. Deep, soft, loving. It felt too real. Too much. It bothered you how much you loved it and wanted it to continue.

“Do you,” he began, before pausing for a moment. “Do you want to maybe… stay longer than a week?”

You bit your lip, pondering his request.

Did you want to leave? Did you want to return to a life of working for the man you just let cum inside you? Could you still pretend to be his wife after experiencing this and walking away?

Did you even want to pretend at all?

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Yeah, I think I kind of like this gaudy house.”

Jin’s soft smile turned into a smirk and his hands gripped your waist tighter.

“Next thing you know, you’ll be shopping only at Armani.”

“In your fucking dreams, daddy.”

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fbfh · 3 years

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draco malfoy x gryffindor reader pt 1

As with all steamy/nsfw works, all characters are aged up to 18+

Any parts that take place while still in/are implied to be at school at hogwarts are in 7th year at age 18

Ik that probs doesn’t line up with the timeline but guess what bud

It’s fanfiction

I can make everyone sea monkeys if I want to and it’s still valid

So don’t worry about it

Cause I’m not

Also full disclosure this is going to be very self indulgent bc I found out Draco’s a gemini are we surprised

And since I’m a leo I’ve been hella jeff obsessed with the chemistry and dynamic of gemini x leo pairings so er ah

Reader’s a leo w they them pronouns but probs gonna at least somewhat femme/lollipop since like

I’m imagining myself

Anyway let’s get into it before I ramble more lmao

‘,:)

Draco Malfoy is a motherfucking bottom and you can pry that from my warm crispy crunchy deep fried fingers

He acts like a top

Sure

But it’s cause he’s a bratty bottom that runs on some kind of parsnip flavored magical energy drink and moderate amounts of concentrated attention

And the energy he gets from you is very concentrated to him

You laugh at one of his jokes and he’s good for like a day

You pet his hair while talking to him and he’s still thinking about it a week later

He’s somewhat low maintenance

Like a love cactus

Like a sexy fashion cactus

And it’s like a reasonable relationship for most people

But if you give him more attention and praise

You will absolutely have a fastburn enemies to lovers arguing that turns immediately into hooking up energy

Which is honestly preferable if you ask me

It’s way more fun

He doesn’t want to admit it to people

But it really was a love at first sight situation type deal

He saw you and was immediately enamored

Then you lock eyes

But you don’t just lock eyes

He expects you to be intimidated or defensive since your houses have such a rivalry

But you just look right at him

Through him

You analize him, completely non judgemental and unafraid

He suddenly understands gryffindor bravery as more than an abstract concept

He’s looking at it

He could be frozen in that moment in time forever, completely okay with it

He doesn’t think he can ask for anything more than this

Because he just knows somehow

That you’re looking at him

Not Malfoy, that the whole school hates

Not Draco, that’s struggling not to bow under the increasing pressure from his father

But just him

Pure and unconditioned

And then

Your eyes skim up and down his frame

They lock with his again

And

You smile at him

It’s more of a smirk, but who’s counting

He knows right then and there that he’s completely and thoroughly wrapped around your finger, even though it will take a l o t for him to admit it

It will take an equal l o t for you to admit how affected you are by the way he looks at you after you smile at him

You know there can be some pretty intense looks

But honest to god

This doesn’t even take the cake, it takes the whole goddamn bakery

You both do admit to these eventually though

This leads to the first part of your relationship

Where you incessantly get under each other’s skin

Arguing over nothing

Riling each other up, sexual tension skyrocketing

It’s absolutely one of those cases where you start hooking up in secret before you even like

Hold hands in public

You know that meme of the two people kissing and someone’s high fiving one of them

When draco finally kisses you in front of everyone blaze deadass high fives him

They recreate the meme

If you’re from the muggle world you’ve probably recreated that one scene from the princess diaries 2 at least once

I high key want to write a one shot abt that now

Stay tuned lmao

Part two really do be looking safe doe coming soon

Anyway asks are open,,, I’m on semi hiatus but you’re more than welcome to shoot me a request or say hi or send me a message if u wanna be mutuals lmao

My head is officially empty of brain juice so I gotta refill it but like

I need instant gratification and validation from strangers on the internet????? So this part is going up now lmao

Just got diagnosed

But er ah yeah ig i’m writing for harry potter too now???

More ranting in the tags bc otherwise we’ll both be here all night

Edit: rip to the four paragraphs of lost tags where I talked about Wallace and gromet

#draco x reader #draco malfoy #draco #draco malfoy x reader #draco x gryffindor!reader #gryffindor reader #oof ouch the ranting in the tags is hot #I used to have a pretty shitty friend who's only personality trait was liking harry potter so like #I'm not going to let that keep me from enjoying it in a way i can enjoy it #like I have some hot takes abt draco #like how he's a fucking b o t t o m #and no one can silence me on that #i'm the fae's problem now #these hcs are kind of all over the place #but like #i'm here for it #really wish I had some brain juice but like #a finished stick figure is better than an unfinished oil painting #plus like #you can eat a shitty boxed mix cake #but you can't eat organic eggs and fancy flour #finish baking your cake and eat the whole thing to decide if you like it #you get way more cake that way too #holy shit two cakes #does anyone know that comic #also like #theorietically #if I started making writing vlogs for youtube would anyone be interested in watching them>>#???#or like

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wayward-mikaelson · 4 years

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Heavenly Crush

Word Count: 1599

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Characters: Cas, Dean, Sam, and Reader

About: When Dean buts into the Readers sex life she cant stop thinking about Cas. When she sees Cas, they both share a small intimate moment.

Warnings: Language, Angst, Fluff, Dirty Thoughts, Fantasizing, Blood and Gore

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"We need to get you laid?" Dean says walking into the bunker and tossing his bag onto the table. I choke on whatever saliva I have in my mouth. "See right there! That would have been perfect if it were around some poor guys dick."

"Shut up," Both Sam and I say. "I do not need to be picturing myself giving some awful head right now." I continue. Sam flops into the chair closest to him. "Especially looking like I do. I'm sure I have Vamp guts on me." Our vampire hunt almost went south until Dean realized he had packed the freaking grenade launcher. When he shot it, vampire guts and body parts flew everywhere. "And stay out of my sex life unless you want me all up in yours Mister Right Now."

"Fuck you," Dean says making a face. He hates when I call him that when he buts into my non existent sex life.

"Oh, honey, I already do," I blew a kiss towards him. Sam is passed out and has missed the whole thing.

I make my way towards the bathroom. I've been with the boys for maybe six months. Both have tried making moves on me but they both failed. I didn't see them like that. They were more like brothers to me. Really, really annoying brothers who bickered almost all the damn time. I really have eyes for one person and that Castiel, our angel friend.

Once in the bathroom. I turn shower all the way on hot. Why? Well after this hunt, I feel the need to burn my skin to get all the vampire guts off me. I turn to the mirror and see that the damage is far, far worse than I imagined. Small chunks of vampire are stuck in my hair. Pieces of skin are stuck of my face. Dried blood is just about everywhere. "I guess that's what happened when I'm in the the splash zone," I begin to slip out of my clothes.

I carefully get into the shower and start to scrub my body, hair, and hard to get places. I want the smell and sign of it all off me. Once I am satisfied with my wash, I sit on the shower floor and just let the water run all over me.

I lean back and close my eyes and think of all the things I like about Cas. His eyes for one. The shade of blue always makes you want to drown in them. Then his smile when he was genuinely happy. That smile was always so rare to see and it always makes my knees weak. Then there was the way he talked and was always confused about certain things. The way he says hello to me and looks at me as if he's trying to read my mind. Well, maybe he can since he's an angel and all, I think to myself.

Then I start to think about the dirty stuff. I think of how those hands would feel on my skin. His voice in my ear. His body wrapped around mine. I bite my lip just thinking where it all could go. But I doubt it. Cas is an angel. I just want him so bad, I don't sleep or flirt with anyone at a bar of a town we roll through.

I sigh and turn the water off and get out of the shower. I look in the mirror to find I was squeaky clean minus the few cuts and scraps I got from being thrown around. I even start to see a few bruises starting to form. Oh well, I think, I've seen hotter days. I wrap the towel around me and waltz out of the bathroom without a care in the world. I run into something or someone and that someone balanced me on my feet and held me back. I feel my face start to burn when I feel the familiar gentle hands and see the beige trench coat.

"I was just coming to check in on you."

Cas's voice threw me for a spin and put me in a trance. I begin to envision me dropping my towel and jumping him. I picture slamming my lips to his and him backing me up onto a wall ripping the towel away.

"YN," Cas's voice also snaps me out my trance. "

"What?" I ask shaking my head.

"I asked if you were okay." Cas says. "You have some scrapes and bruises. Will you like it if I healed them?"

I smile. "Yeah," Damn my stupid day dream. I watch as Cas presses two fingers to my head and I close my eyes and sigh. I feel all the aching in my body fade out and disappear for good. Well, until the next time I need to be healed.

Cas pulls back his hand and I see a confused look on his face. "What?" I ask. "Do I still have blood or something in my hair?" I use my free hand to ruffle my hair around.

"No," Cas grabs my hand and I instantly feel my face turn red. I look away. "I never realized I had such an effect on you. I mean, I cannot hear your thoughts but, I can pick up on emotions. Yours are screaming whenever I am around you. I never knew until now."

I feel my face get hotter. I gently pull my hand away and turn away. "I gotta get dressed."

I hurry to my room and throw clothes on and sit on my bed. What the hell just happened? I toss over and bury my face in my pillow. Cas can't read my mind? But can read my flipping emotions? And they're screaming? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I scream into the pillow until I need to lift my head up to breath. I feel like a teenage school girl whose crush finally found out I like them.

I sit up and stare at the ground until I hear a knock on my door. I take a deep breath and compose myself. I get up and answer the door to see Cas standing there. Hes looking to the side and I follow his gaze and see Dean poking his head around the corner. He's giving okay and thumbs up hand signals. Dean sees me and stops and disappears. I sigh and let Cas in and close the door.

"I'm assuming Dean has something to do with this?" I ask watching Cas look around my room. It's the cleanest but, it also doesn't look like Deans.

Cas nods and looks back at me. "Yes, I inquired about your emotions I feel each time I am around you. He says that you might have what you humans call a crush on me. But I do not understand why you would want to crush me?" I cover my mouth and laugh. "What is so funny?"

I walk up to the confused angel with a smile on my face. "Cas," I say taking hold of his trench coat and I fiddle with the button closest to my fingers. "I don't want to crush you." I giggle again. "What Dean means is, I like you more than as a friend." I contemplate kicking Deans ass for telling Cas I have a crush on him.

"What is more than a friend?" Cas ask looking deep in your eyes.

I take a deep breath because I know he will still be confused. I let go of his coat and take hold of his face. I reach my face up to his and gently kiss his lips. His lips are chapped but I didn't care. I feel Cas's hand on my face and he pulls back slowly. I'm confused by the look he gives me. Shock? Weird? Surprised?

"I see now," He says keeping his hands on my face. His thumbs brush my cheeks and I'm not sure if he knew he was doing that. "I think I, too, have a crush on you and like you more than as a friend." I smile and Cas pulls my face back to his and this time, this kiss is deeper and full of longing.

Cas's hands slide down to my hips and walks me back towards the dresser. He effortlessly picks me up and sits me on top of it. I hear him shrug off his coat and toss it to the side without breaking the kiss. I begin to reach for the button of his pants. Then out of know where there is a soft sliding sound.

"I'm slipping some condoms under the door for you guys," Deans voice is heard from the other side. "I mean, I don't know how strong they have to be for an angel but these are the thick kind that don't bust."

"Oh for fucks sake," Sams voice is also heard. "Leave the two of them alone."

By now, Cas has pulled apart and has gotten his coat back on. I still sit on the dresser contemplating on kicking Deans ass still. Cas walks up to me and helps me off the dresser. "I still feel your emotions are screaming maybe this can settle them until we get the proper alone time. You know, so that I can get my hard angelic dick deep inside you." Cas softly presses his lips to mine for a few seconds before leaving the room.

Such talk coming from an angel had me turned on in ways I couldn't describe. Until next time.

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A Thousand Kisses

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: At the wedding reception, Billy surprises you with a little song.

A/N: fam, ben barnes got me fucked up with his singing videos on ig. god bless him. so this is based off of “I’ll Cover You (Reprise)” from RENT.

tagging @thedevilwearsvibranium because i told her i was gonna do the thing.

“Now, everyone, stand up and give a round of applause to the new Mr. and Mrs. Russooooooo!!!!” the emcee and dj at your wedding hollered into the microphone. Everyone clapped, hollered, whistled, and yelled as you and Billy waltzed through the doors, fingers intertwined and waving to everyone.

Billy stops in the middle of the dance floor, twirls you around, and then pulls you in for a kiss, which made everyone in the room holler and whistle even louder. You pulled away with a laugh, wiping your lipstick off of Billy’s lips and then dragged him to the head table where you and the wedding party sat.

As soon as you sat down, Billy pulled out a bag from under the table where it contained your white flats. You groan in delight, “You’re a lifesaver!”

He chuckled and kissed the back of your hand, “It’s what I’m here for, baby.” He helped you out of your heels and slipped the flats on. He knew that your feet would be hurting. You hated how the heels made you feel, but you wanted to wear them because they completed the entire look.

Soon enough the food and drinks were served. The cake was cut. The bouquet was thrown and you had your first dance as husband and wife. Before the real party was about to begin, the DJ called you up to the dancefloor where there sat a single chair a few feet away from a set up that contained a keyboard and an acoustic guitar.

“Now, Y/N, I believe your husband has a little show for you. Enjoy.”

The lights dimmed except for the ones above you and the instruments. Billy came onto the dance floor and sat at the keyboard. He tapped on the microphone before him and it echoed throughout the room. He cleared his throat, “Hey, my beautiful bride, so I’m gonna sing this song for you. I love you with all my heart, baby, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

He took a deep breath before playing an all too familiar tune. You softly smiled as you watched his eyes close and song began to fade into something else:

Live in my house I’ll be your shelter Just pay me back With one thousand kisses Be my lover And I’ll cover you Yeah

You were, honestly, in complete shock. You knew Billy could sing, but you didn’t know he could sing sing. Not to mention play the piano!

Open your door I’ll be your tenant Don’t got much baggage To lay at your feet But sweet kisses I’ve got to spare I’ll be there And I’ll cover you Oh

You felt yourself tearing up, the lyrics and emotion that Billy was giving off was so moving. You covered your mouth with your hand and with the other tried to dry away your teary eyes, afraid to ruin your makeup. Billy chuckled into the mic as he continued to sing:

I think they meant it When they said you can’t buy love Now I know you can rent it A new lease you were my love On life All my life I’ve longed to discover Something as true as this is Yeah

Maria, sitting at the head table, suddenly stood up and began to sing, then the entire head table stood, joining her, which surprised you even further:

So with a thousand sweet kisses (I'll Cover you) {525,600 minutes}

And over her, Billy sang:

If you’re cold and you're lonely

With a thousand sweet kisses (I’ll cover you) {525,600 moments so dear}

You’ve got one nickel only

You couldn’t help but let out a surprised laugh. Billy had gotten your entire wedding party in on his little show.

With a thousand sweet kisses (525,600 minutes)

When you worn out and you’re tired

With a thousand sweet kisses (I’ll cover you){525,000}

When your heart has expired

Then they all sang in unison, swaying together as one and you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of love for not only your new husband but your friends and family that helped add more feeling into the song:

Ooohh Lover I’ll cover you Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeahhhhhh

At that part, you couldn’t help but scream and clap, impressed by Billy’s amazing vocals.

Ooohhh lover I’ll cover you (525,600 minutes) (525,000 seasons of love)

I’ll cover yoooooouuuuuu oooohhhh!

Billy ran his fingers down the keyboard and finished off with a final note. The lights turned back on and everyone around you cheered. Billy let his hands rest on his thighs as he stared right at you, his nearly black eyes filled with such love and devotion to you.

You immediately stood up, rushing to him. He stood up, cupping your face and bringing his lips to yours. Again, the room erupted into cheers and applause.

“I love you so much, Y/N Russo.”

You let out a happy laugh, “I love you too, Billy Russo, and thank you so much for the song.”

“Alright, everyone! Let’s give it up one more time for Billy and the wedding party!!” you and everyone else clapped their hands in appreciation and amazement, “Now, let’s get this party starteeeeed!!”

The house lights were replaced by disco lights and Bruno Mars’ voice rang through the speakers that surrounded the venue. People began to flood the dance floor, surrounding you and Billy.

___________________________

It was nearing the end of the night. You and Billy were still on the dance floor laughing and dancing. Billy had stripped away his Marine Corps jacket, leaving himself still in his navy blue slacks but with a black t-shirt underneath. He was dancing goofily around you as you threw your head back in laughter. You two were borderline drunk. It really didn’t help that your friends kept pushing shots on you, but here you were, letting loose and having an amazing time with your husband.

Eventually, it was time to clean up. You and Billy tried to help out, but people, specifically Frank and Maria, refused you both. So you two sat outside the venue on a bench, staring up at the night sky. The cool air ghosting over you, cooling off your hot and sweaty bodies.

“Today was a good day. A great day. An amazing day!” you said with a giggle.

Billy hummed in agreement, pressing a kiss to your temple, “Best day ever and I can’t wait to finish it off by covering your body in a thousand kisses,” he said huskily as he leaned in nipping at your neck.

“Hey! Save it for the honeymoon, will ya?!” Frank cried out and you both pouted.

“You’re no fun, Frankie,” you said with pursed lips.

“Yeah, well, someone’s gotta look after you two knuckleheads. Now let’s go.” you both followed him to his car where he dropped you and Billy off to the hotel where you’ll be staying at. That night, you and Billy consummated your marriage...three times.

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ruined-by-destiel · 6 years

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Making Memories (part 10)

Summary: Some days are harder than others. But today is always the worst.

Words: 1.2k

Misha x Reader

Warnings: *BEWARE FOR SPOILERS AHEAD* angst, nightmares, implied character death, depression, implied PTSD

Notes: i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry. written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge

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Day 10: Driving Home for Christmas

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“You sure you’re ok?”

You nodded, staring out the window. “Yeah, just nervous I guess.” Something felt off, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Whatever is was, it was probably nothing.

“Well, don’t be. It’ll be fine.” Misha pulled out of the airport parking lot, downtown Los Angeles coming into view. You took a deep breath, chewing at a hangnail on your thumb.

Misha took your hand, lacing your fingers together. “C’mon, it’s not like I’m the first guy you’ve brought home before.” You bit your lip, staring straight ahead. “Right?”

You looked at your boyfriend, shrugging. “I’ve never been in a serious relationship for this long.”

He furrowed his brow, thinking. “Ok. Well, that just puts a little more pressure on me, that’s all.” He squeezed your hand reassuringly. “Gotta make a good first impression, right?”

You managed a smile at that. “I don’t think it’s possible for you to make anything other than a great impression on anyone.”

Misha smiled back, pulling into your neighborhood. “See? We’ll be fine. Just stop worrying so much.”

“You sound like my sister,” you let go of his hand to reach for your purse, just as you pulled into your driveway.

The front door opened, your heart pounding as you and Misha got out. You walked up the front steps hand in hand, grinning as you reached the smiling couple.

“Hey, mom. Hey, dad.”

“So, Misha, what do you do?”

“Mom-” Misha cut you off before you could reprimand her.

“I’m an actor. I actually have a recurring role on the show Supernatural, if you’ve heard of it?”

Your dad slowly shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee. “Can’t say I have. Is it pretty famous?”

Misha opened his mouth to answer but you put a hand over his mouth. “Guys, really?” You removed your hand, looking at Misha. “They’re kidding, they watch the show every week. My dad almost had a heart attack when he found out we were dating.”

Your parents laughed as Misha’s eyes darted from them to you, dumbfounded.

“Sorry, sweetie,” your mom patted Misha’s knee, “we’re just messing with you. We actually love Castiel, he’s James’ favorite character.” She leaned back against the couch, folding her arms. “I’ve more of a Dean girl, myself. He’s quite handsome, isn’t he?”

“Mom,” you covered your face with your hands. “Can you not?”

“At least you don’t have to live with her,” a voice piped in from the doorway.

You looked up, a smile breaking across your face. “Izzy!”

She smiled as you jumped up from the couch and wrapped her in a tight hug. “Long time no see, dork.”

“Missed you, kiddo.” You pulled back so Misha could say hi, kissing your sister on the cheek before pulling her into a hug.

“Hey, Iz.”

“Don’t get all sappy on me, Misha,” she joked, hugging him. “It’s good to see you.”

You stood in the midst of your family, a soft smile on your face. There was a pang in your chest, and suddenly you felt sad. You stared at your parents, sitting on the couch whispering to each other, and at Misha and your sister, chatting about school. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been together with all of them.

Why was that?”

“Y/N, are you ok?”

Your dad’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and just like that everything was back to normal. “Yeah, sorry. Just tired, I guess.”

“How was the flight down?” You were about to answer your sister, but then stopped. Your mind went blank, unable to remember anything from before you left the airport.

“Not too bad, just a little under three hours.” Misha stood next to you, taking your hand. “The drive to the house was pretty short, too.”

You nodded, suddenly remembering. “Yeah, not bad at all.”

You mom stood up. “What are your plans while you’re here? We have some ideas, but we don’t want to intrude.”

“No, of course not mom.” You looked at Misha. “Santiago and Jenny invited us to come over for dinner on Tuesday, but other than that we really don’t have anything planned.”

“Great, that makes things a lot easier,” your dad piped in. “Camille and I thought we’d have to cut back on things to do if you guys were busy, but looks like we might get you all to ourselves if we’re lucky.”

Isabelle smiled. “It’s so nice to have you back, Y/N.” She pulled you into another hug. “We really missed you.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled into her neck, “I missed you guys too.”

She pulled back, her smile morphing into a frown when she looked at you. “Are you ok?”

You smiled. “I’m great. Perfect, really.”

You felt a hand on your shoulder, turning around to find your dad looking at you, a concerned look on his face. “Are you sure?”

“Sweetie, are you crying?”

Your mom joined the circle, and you touched your cheek. Sure enough, it was wet. Why were you crying?

“I don’t,” you frowned, your mind fuzzy. “I-”

“Angel?” Your dad held your face in his hands, the tears flowing freely now. “Angel, wake up.”

Your frowned, a sob escaping from your chest. “What?”

“Angel.” He stroked your cheek, a sad smile on his face. “It’s ok.”

Wake up.

“Y/N, wake up.”

You blinked a few times, the fog clearing from your mind. “Baby, are you ok?”

You turned your head on the pillow, Misha staring back at you, concerned. “You were crying in your sleep.” He ran a hand through your hair. “Nightmare again?”

It came back to you all at once and then you were crashing, sobbing into Misha’s chest as he held you tight, rubbing circles on your back.

“I can’t, I can’t-” your were cut off by the sobs again, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“Breathe, baby. Breathe.” Misha whispered soothing words in your ear, holding you for what seemed like hours until your crying subsided, and your breathing started slowing back down to normal.

He kissed the top of your head, pulling back to wipe your tear stained cheeks. “Same nightmare?”

You shook your head. “Different.”

“Ok.” He pulled you back against his chest, rocking you slowly. “You want me to get you some tea, a-”

“They were alive.”

Misha didn’t say anything, just nodded and kept rubbing your back.

“We were there for Christmas. Izzy, too.” You sniffed, holding back the new tears that threatened to spill. “They were there, and it was just,” you trailed off, staring off into the dark.

“It was perfect.”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

Misha pulled back just enough so you could see his eyes reflecting in the dark. “I know today is a hard day, but I’m gonna do everything I can to help you. Today, tomorrow,” he cradled your face in his hands, “forever.”

You let out another sob, feeling the tears building up again.

“You’re not alone in this anymore, ok?” You nodded. “I’m always going to be here for you. No matter what.”

You buried your face in his chest again, silent tears falling this time. “I love you so much.”

He stroked your hair, holding you tight like he would never let go. And you hoped he wouldn’t.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

On December 23rd, 2013, when Y/N was 21, her parents died in a tragic car accident while driving home for Christmas. Y/N and Isabelle were in the backseat of the car when they were hit by a speeding drunk driver, sending them through the guardrail and off the side of the highway. Her father, who was driving, died on impact. Her mother died in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Y/N suffered minor brain injuries and a broken leg, but walked out of the hospital two weeks later. Isabelle walked away from the accident with only a few cuts and scratches. Isabelle, only 15 years old, was taken in by her grandparents, while Y/N permanently moved into an apartment off campus. They both attended grief counseling for a few months, but Y/N still frequently has nightmares where she relives the night of her parent’s death. She avoids driving on the highway as much as possible, especially at night. Over the past year, since living with Misha, the nightmares have become less and less frequent, though still very intense and triggering when they do happen.

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akittenwrites · 7 years

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Bail me out

Title: Bail me out

Author: @deanwinchesterxreader

Beta-reader:@emoryhemsworth

Summary: Reader calls Dean when she needs someone to bail her out of jail.

Type:one-shot

Pairing: Dean x demon!reader

Word count: 1034

Warnings: swearing.

Tagging: @deanssexyassbutt@sherlock44@anokhi07@supernatural-jackles @sm0l----bean @megapleasantturtle

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Dean was lying down on his bed, listening to Metallica and spacing out, when his cell phone rang. He turned off the music and checked the caller I.D. It was a blocked number, but he picked it up anyway.

“Hello?” he said.

“Dean?” A female voice came from the other side of the line.

“Y/N?” he asked, frowning. Why wasn’t she using her own phone? He had last seen her a few days ago when she left the bunker to deal with what she called “demon stuff”. He was sure she had gone to Vegas to binge drink and gamble.

“Oh, thank God,” she sighed, and Dean found her mention of God funny coming from her. She had been on Earth for three years though, so it was understandable she’d start using some human mannerisms. “I need you to bail me out of jail.”

A few beats passed as he tried to unsuccessfully process her words.

“What?”

A long, exasperated sigh came from the other side of the line. “What you heard, Dean. If I have to stay one more second in this shithole I’ll…”

“How did you even get your ass landed in jail?” he questioned, disbelieving. “You’re a demon!”

“I was driving under the influence,” she said, her tone mocking. “Now, will you please come?”

“And you let them arrest you?” he sat up, reaching for his boots as he talked to her. He couldn’t help it. This was hilarious. “Why didn’t you smoke out or something?”

“I would’ve killed them, or at least seriously injured them, but we made a deal, didn’t we?” she grit out. “And of course I wouldn’t have smoked out, I like my meatsuit. You know I like it. It’s my old body, after all.”

Oh, yeah, he knew that. Apparently it had taken her years of hard work and calling in a lot of favors to get her old body back. She had been a gorgeous woman when she was alive, that was undeniable. It was also one of the reasons Dean was willing to believe Y/N was different (though it didn’t really convince Sam, who was still sure this was a Ruby 2.0 situation). Demons usually didn’t care about their own bodies, they were unattached. Still, Y/N seemed to like it, and she also seemed to like them, helping them out on hunts occasionally and working to overthrow Lucifer. Cas had assured him even demons could love, and admitted this one’s appreciation of them seemed genuine. And Dean trusted Cas. Therefore, he kind of trusted Y/N.

Not fully, of course. He had learned the hard way not to fully trust a demon.

“Yeah, that’s right,” he agreed. “Still, why didn’t you call one of your demon friends to come get you?”

“I don’t have demon friends,” she scoffed. “Just… stop asking questions and get your ass here before I kill everyone.”

“Alright, alright,” he caved, making his way to the bunker’s garage. “I’m coming. You’re here in Lebanon, right?”

“Yeah, at the Smith Center Police Station I think.”

He heard some rustling on the phone and other voices in the background, and then she spoke again.

“Gotta go. Come fast.”

“On my way, wait for me,” he reassured her, and then she hung up.

The Smith Center was only 30 minutes away, but he made it there in 15. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust her to keep her cool until he got there, it was that he appreciated her enough to hurry. When he arrived, it only took some flirting with the police officer and some money he’d earned hustling pool for them to let Y/N go. She was wearing a short dress, knee-high boots, and sparkling earrings. Her makeup was smudged.

“Someone had fun last night?” he teased, though it still made him slightly uncomfortable that she had been out there getting drunk and probably sleeping around while he was in the bunker with his brother.

“Shut up,” she said. “Just take me to the bunker. I’m going to sleep for three days straight.”

He didn’t say anything, walking to his car and opening his door instead. Y/N slid in on the passenger’s side and rested her head on the leather seat. She closed her eyes and seemed to relax as they drove away. He thought about putting some music on, but then decided against it.

“So,” he cleared his throat, “you really let yourself get arrested because of us?”

She opened one eye to peek at him, but Dean was staring at the road, unmoving.

“Not because of you,” she said matter-of-factly, “because of our deal.”

“Our deal was you don’t kill or injure innocent people and you’d be allowed to hunt with us,” he reminded her.

“And stay in the bunker if I feel like it,” she added.

“Right, stay in the bunker,” he nodded. “So technically, you did it because you want to spend time with us. So you did it for us.”

“No, I did it because I had nothing better to do,” she complained.

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did. I did it for myself.”

“Who are you trying to fool, Y/N?”

“Fine!” she exclaimed, sitting upright. “Maybe I’m going soft, is that what you want me to say? When you spend too much time around humans, things are bound to happen!”

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to hear,” he smirked, giving her a short glance. She glared right back at him and crossed her arms. “If it’s any consolation, I’m going soft on you too.”

“It’s not, you’ve always been soft.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled. “Three years ago I would’ve killed you without a second thought.”

“I would’ve done the same to you, sugar,” she responded. “Good thing we get along now, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess,” he agreed.

He would’ve never in a million years have pictured himself in this situation, but with the life he led, anything could happen… even befriending a demon and said demon behaving at his request. He knew she could’ve killed the officers and gone home without him ever finding out.

And yet, she didn’t.

Or maybe she was just having fun with him. He shouldn’t hope for more.

And yet, he did.

#dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #dean imagine #dean winchester imagine #spn x reader

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justfangstvdto · 7 years

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Open Coffin | Chapter 06: “Ghosts of the Past”

Pairing: Kol x Reader (eventually)

Chapter Summary: Disturbed from her hunt with Damon Y/N and a ghost from her past try their best to get Stefan's humanity back.

Warnings: mild panic attack, typical tvd violence Also, no pictures in this one due a tight schedule

Word count: 2577

Tags & Author Note at the bottom. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated.

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Y/N | Mystic Falls City Jail

The way over to the police station was filled with head-turning gestures and area scans because you could not shake the feeling of being watched. Whenever you turned around though, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It´s probably just your usual level of paranoia. You never know who could be watching you.

The smell of paper, coffee and donuts still linger in the air as you set foot in the nearly empty station. Your pocket begins to vibrate as the door shuts behind you. It´s probably just Damon.

However, when you look at the illuminated display it is someone completely different.

HQ calling. Shit.

“I can't talk right now. I-”

“The boss requested a status update.”

“Just because we worked together for years, doesn't mean I'm their property. I´ll be back, well... when I´ll be back, okay? Don´t call again.” You quickly hang up and turn your phone off to avoid further interactions. Oh, how you miss the days without phones...

“There you are. ” Elena´s voice calls out from behind.

You jump a little, startled by her showing up “Wow, I didn't even hear you come in. That´s a first.”

She gives you a weak smile and turns around to lead you to where they have Stefan locked up.

Not much of a talker, huh?

She opens a small door that leads to the old jail underneath the current one. “If this is some sort of trap, I suggest you tell me now or things won't be very pretty for you.

“Why are you so suspicious?”

“Regardless what you might think, Elena, not everyone has the best intentions. Not even in this town.” You hop down the last pair of stairs. A woman with long blond hair who seems oddly familiar has her back turned to you. Stefan, who seems to be unconscious is bound to a chair with chains.

The women turns around as you two approach and you stop in your tracks. It´s Lexi. Stefan´s best friend. “Lexi?!”

“Long time no see, Y/N.” Lexi says and waves at you “For you at least.”

“Oh my god! Hi!” You rush towards her, embracing her in a hug “So Damon was right. Ghosts are really here?” Lexie nods. “Anyone else feeling a bit paranoid?”

A groan passes Stefan's lips indicating that he must be waking up.“So. We're going with the usual plan, right?”

“The usual plan?” Eleana interveres. She has to know all the detail at all time, doesn´t she?

“Strip away the bloodlust, dry him out and remind him of emotional attachments until something triggers an emotion and boom, Bob's your uncle.” You say, quickly listing the steps that hopefully will result in Stefan

“Bingo.” Lexie nods and looks back at Elena “You ready for that? Won't be pretty”

“I can handle it.” Elena nods, almost as if she had to reassure herself.

I´m not sure you can. Hell, I am not sure I can either.

“Wake up, sleepyhead ” Lexi kicks Stefan leg “How you feelin´?”

“What is this?” he shrugs against the chains “Let me out of here!”

“Shh.” Lexi hushes him ” Inside voices, please.”

Stefan looks around the room, glares at Lexi intensely, before his eyes switch between you and Elena “Y/N, Elena get rid of her.”

You shake your head. He's not going to get out of this one. “Nope, not gonna happen”

“Let's start with step number 1” Lexi steps closer to Stefan.

“This isn't going to work, Lexi.” he says firmly “ You can't do this.”

“Elena,” Lexi looks over her shoulder ”You heard the not pretty part?”

“I heard you.” Elena nods, her voice unnaturally confident. Even her patience must be running thin by now.

Lexi leans in front of Stefan and looks him in the eyes and enters his mind. Stefan growls in pain as his arms start to dessicate. Though looking from the outside everything appears to be fine.

Watching Stefan wither in pain makes your skin crawl. You would love nothing more than to release him. But you can´t.

“Let me out, let me out, please let me out!” Stefan yells, the veins in his neck prominent.

Stefan´s pleading triggers memories of being locked up in the basement. They creep up from the shallow grave you buried them under - alongside many others.

You remember banging your fists against the door until they were bruised and bloody, repeating those exact same words. What that kept you sane, was Stefan reading whatever book he could find from outside of the metal door. He would stay there until morning, always falling asleep for a few hours before Damon would hurry down and drag him upstairs before your parents awoke. You try to avoid small closed spaces and thick crowds ever since.

Reviving those memories, paired with Stefan´s agony, cuts off the air that is supposed to fill your lungs as if a noose has found its way around your neck. The ground seems to shift, and you reach out for the cold stone wall in order to reclaim stability. The cold stones create a comforting contrast to the fire that seems to be spreading from your lungs through your entire body.

Breathe, Y/N...just breathe...you're not in that cellar anymore.

“What´s happening?” Elena asks and for a moment there you thought that she is talking to you, but luckily she only refers to Stefan. Having a have weaknesses like this especially as a vampire could pretty much cost your life if someone exploits it . That´s why vampires are such good liars. They all have a weakness, even someone as ruthless and powerful as Klaus. The key is to find said weakness, and nothing will hold you back.

You take deep breath in order to slow down your rapid heartbeat and stop the fire spreading through your body. You haven't had a panic attack like this for years, but then again, you avoided spaces and situations like this.

“He´s hallucinating.” Lexi keeps her eyes on Stefan but takes a few steps back and half-circles him like a lion would their prey “That's three months without any blood. Now he´s at 9 months….2 years….5.”

You feel another panic wave threatening to overflow you, but this time you manage to gulp it down. At least for now. What the hell is happening?

“Did I ever tell you how glad I am that you're dead?” Stefan glares at her with an intensity of hatred, it is outright scary.

“Aw, I missed you too, friend.” Lexi smiles at him, not concerned at all by his words.

[Time Skip]

A few minutes go by of Stefan howling in pain and you leaning back on the cold, yet somehow comforting stone walls. Out of the blue, Stefan´s groaning grows silent and is replaced with heavy breathing and...sobbing? “Y/N... I´m hurting. Please help me.”

“I am helping you, Stef. You can't see it now, but you will.” You nod, knowing that it won´t get better for a very long time. Maybe even decades. But no matter what, you are prepared to stay by his side, however long it may take.

“I´ll do anything. I´ll change. I promise, just make it stop.” Stefan pleads, his eyes glistening with tears “Please.”

The tone of his voice and the terrified look on his face tugs at your heartstrings, so much so that you fear he might tear them “I´m sorry. This is the only way.”

His eyes linger on yours for a moment, before he moves on to Elena, trying to play on her feelings as well “Elena. Look at me I love you, okay? I love you. I love you so much.”

“I´m sorry Stefan, I just don't believe you.” Elena shakes her head.

“You know what? I don't want your help anyway,” Stefan glares at her“ I wish I never met you. Every single moment I have spent with you has been a complete and total waste.”

“You see that? That´s the ripper talking. Once he's weak enough, you have to cause him pain. Make him feel things. Anger, rage, anything. You have to make him see past the blood.” Lexi explains to Elena, and grabs a stake and shoves it into Stefan's stomach repeatedly “Think of it as a regime. Day in day out. Like running the treadmill. Like making coffee. Until he´s ready to be saved.”

“I will rip you apart, Lexi!” Stefan yells through gritted teeth.

“You can´t. I´m already dead.” Lexi fake smiles and drives the stake through his stomach once again.

“I can't.” Elena says, almost whimpers runs out of the room. You almost run after her, not because you care about her well-being, but because you would love to disappear as well. Watching your little brother squirm in pain is unbearable.

Lexi looks after her and her eyes stop at your slightly miserable figure “You okay?”

“Yeah, I´m fine. Hey listen, in case I don´t get the chance later, I'm glad you're here.” In truth, you admire Lexi for her strength. She was there for Stefan when you weren't and there is nothing you can do to make it up to her.

“It's good you're here too. He needs you, they both do,” she says with such self-evident, she almost convinces you. Almost. You are still sure your brothers are better off without you,

“You wasted your whole life taking care of me, and now you're dead and you still have nothing better to do.” Stefan interrupts you and Lexi, sweat trickling down his face.

The door upstairs swings open and Elena comes hurrying down the stairs “ We're running out of time.”

Lexi spins around “You gotta get me more.”

“I can´t.”

“Yes, you can.” You intervene “ Call your friends and tell them to wait. That easy.”

“I can´t. They have the necklace. They're going to close the door.”

“The necklace..” Lexi mutter as a thought crossed her mind and she turns to Stefan yet again “Okay. At least tell me you remember how you feel about that. You found it during your darkest time, and you said when you made it through that that necklace resembles hope.”

“Ironic then, that is about to get blown to pieces.” Stefan huffs.

[Time Skip]

Even Lexi´s attempt to remind Stefan of the necklace he gave Elena, failed. And on top of that, she disappeared not soon after, leaving you pretty much back to square one.

Elena left the underground jail cell soon after Lexi disappeared while you went to the boarding house to get a few book, including Stefan´s favorite “Call of the wild”. Once you gathered all the books, you hurry out the door, something rustling under your feet. There is a letter. With your name on it in a handwriting you would recognize anywhere; Mary-Alice´s.

Dear Y/N,

I did not have the courage to step out of the shadows today when I had the chance, partly because you are one of the reasons I am dead.But know that I do not blame you. I never have. I was only yet another casualty of war.

However, this is not the reason for this letter, but the following is.

“Daidaemcoonydi.s ”

Do not underestimate him, Y/N. He must know.

Good luck,

- Mary Alice

Mary-Alice decrypted the message with a very familiar code, the same one you used when you send messages to each other. Instead of reading every letter you only read every second one, and once you reach the end you start over as before until you have the final message.

In this case, Mary-Alice send you the following:

“Diamond is a decoy”

The words echo in your mind like a pinball trapped in a spiral. It can´t be true. If Mary-Alice is right, Klaus must have known the whereabouts of the actual diamond all along. But why didn't he snuff you out like a candle by now? If he knew you were bluffing, god knows what else he keeps hidden. Either way, you have to be very careful.

Y/N | City Jail

“Leave me alone.” Stefan rolls his eyes once you open the big wooden door.

“Can´t do. But hey look what I brought,” You grab the book and hold it up. He glances over the cover of his favorite book ”Just like old times, huh? The only thing that´s missing is Damon almost breaking his neck hurrying down the stairs.”

“You got nothing better to do?”

“I do, Stef. I have several Tv shows and books to catch up on. But for some reason, I rather spend my time in a damp old cave with a blood junkie. I wonder why.”

“Just stop, Y/N.” he shakes his head “Stop trying to relieve your guilt by pretending to care about us. Damon might have forgiven you last night, but I won't.” his eyes glare with a level of loathing and hatred you haven't seen in a long time. But the worst part is, he seems to mean every word he is saying, or at least it looks like it “You're the cause of everything we are and you deserve no forgiveness.”

He is right. At least with the guilt part. You have been anchored down with guilt since the moment you told your father about the vampires in town. But you are not alone at fault, Katherine and your brothers at least carry half of it. “Blame me as much as you want.. You´re not gonna get rid of me. Not again. I´m not the same girl you knew back then if you haven't noticed and I won't let you push me away. No matter what you say.”

”Just go, Y/N.”

“Fine, we´ll do it the old way then.” you grab the cold metal door handle and pull the door to a close. Luckily- or better unluckily- your are quite familiar with this situation, even if it was always you behind locked doors. How greatly things have changed.

You sink down on the dirty, cold stone floor. You flip the book open and start to read with Stefan listening carefully from the other side::

“Buck did not read the newspapers, or he would have known that trouble was brewing, not alone for himself, but for every tidewater dog, strong of muscle and with warm, long hair, from Puget Sound to San Diego……”

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Author Note: Whew. I finally finished this sort of all over the place chapter. However, I do have quite exciting plans for the next chapter. All I´m going to say is that it will have lots of flashback time with Kol and Y/N´s first encounter with Klaus.

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killcapitalizm · 7 years

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a world alone; peter parker

request: Could you do a Peter x bestfriend!reader where they have a really cute tickle fight and it leads to them kissing? tysm!

word count: 1,173

warnings: uhh cute teenagers? super bad writing. it goes from cutesy to overly dramatic i dunno. btw bad ending too, what a surprise

a/n: i’m sorry this took so long and i’m sorry that this one’s far shorter than it should be!! i’m not sure if i’ll be able to upload fics over my vacation, would anyone want “would includes”/preferences to fill the void? maybe maybe i can do that. i listened to a bunch of lorde while writing this so i just chose a song to name this after. love you <3

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You were quite close to Peter Parker, so knowing he was ticklish wasn’t anything magical. The boy was always ticklish all over and he’ll probably never grow out of it, there wasn’t a spot on his body that was immune to tickles. It gave you a grand advantage over him, since although you yourself were a bit ticklish, you could only be affected when tickled in specific places.

Not that you’d purposely betray your best friend by using his weakness against him just to get your way.

You had told yourself that today, but honestly, sometimes you couldn’t help it. Being a selfless individual, you agreed to let Peter come over and help him study for a Spanish test. You struggled though, but it was alright, you helped him where you could and encouraged him where you couldn’t. And then, Peter insisted he had to practice reading.

You didn’t know this meant more than five minutes of reading. As quick as that sounds, it was suffocating you. You desperately scrolled through your phone, tried to read your own book, even study for your own classes, but you wanted to do something with Peter. Therefore, being a selfish individual- as everyone is a mix of the two- you decided right then and there that Peter wasn’t going to study anymore.

First, you asked, because you weren’t an unmannered egg. “Hey, Pete?”

“Hm?” He didn’t look up from his textbook.

“Can you take a break? I’m bored.”

“Sorry, I gotta do this,” he mumbled and fell silent.

You groaned. You crawled over to him and, in the least dickish way possible, took his textbook from him.

“Y/N.” Peter gave you a tired look. “Please don’t do this.”

“Peter, it’s been two hours of studying, I just want to hang out with you,” you complained.

“I’m sorry, I want to be ready for this test.” He reached for the textbook, but you leaned away.

“You answered all of the questions right, translated everything correctly, and you clearly remember all of the culture points. You’re more than ready.” You shove the textbook away from the two of you and cross your arms.

Sighing, Peter got up and walked past you to retrieve his book, but you, of course, had other plans. You latched onto his leg like a child, holding him firmly. He stumbled a bit and gave you a look.

“Y/N,” he warned, but you knew he wasn’t serious because he was very obviously biting back a smile.

“Peter.” You smile up at him and lightly run your fingers over his shin, causing Peter to jerk away from you, laughing. It was relieving to finally hear his voice filled with life.

“Don’t you dare!” He warns again, but you’re already dragging him to the ground and tickling him relentlessly.

His laugh was loud and angelic, he swatted at your hands in an attempt to get you to stop, but you paid him no mind and rested your forehead on his and continued to tickle at his stomach. Peter tried to curl up and shield himself from you, but to no avail. Although you both knew he could very well stop you at any moment, he acted as if he were completely helpless under your hands.

He gave you that satisfaction for a great twenty seconds, but since he’s given into your will already he decided to have some fun himself. Peter easily rolled to the side and reversed you positions. You look at him with wide eyes, being best friends went both ways so he knew exactly where you were ticklish. You let out a scream as he tickled your neck, grabbing his wrists and knowing that wouldn’t be enough to stop him from getting you back. Being tickled was always torture, but you considered just who was leaning over you with his forehead pressed to yours with a giant smile on his face and suddenly it was bliss.

His hands moved down to your sides, a place where you were deathly ticklish, and you squeezed your eyes shut and managed to combine another scream with your laughter. You could very faintly hear Peter taunting you but you were laughing far too loud to listen to his dramatic speech on revenge.

Never once did Peter lift his forehead from yours, so your faces were dangerously close, it was obvious that the inevitably cliché would happen, and that happened when you tried to sit up and instead smashed the rest of your face into Peter’s; lips included. Honestly, it was the slightest bit painful because his teeth dug sharply into your bottom lip, but that sudden surprise was enough to numb it and let you realize when Peter quickly pulled away that you just kissed you best friend. Your crush, yeah, but kissing isn’t something that best friends do.

You wiped a tear from your eye and sat up, looking at Peter. He mirrored your expression; perhaps a pleasant confusion, his face was pink and his eyes were soft and you knew that he wasn’t upset.

“I-I’m sorry,” was his automatic response, and you quickly shook your head, unable to say anything. You fully looked into his eyes and recognized that look he had whenever he wouldn’t take a chance, like that time you had seen him talking to Liz a week before homecoming and that look in his eyes came, he was too nervous to ask her and Liz, a wonderful girl, shared that look. Neither of them took the chance that day and Liz was asked by a friend and Peter stayed home with you and Ned all those months ago.

So you see that he wouldn’t act on what he wanted- as much as you hated to say it, what he wanted was written all over him from how he was openly staring at your lips to his own lips that were caught between his teeth- and you knew you had to act in his stead. You leaned over and held yourself right before his face, his eyes flickered up to meet your gaze and he didn’t run or tell you no, so you leaned forward again and kissed him. It was on purpose this time and that made it much softer and sweeter, your lip felt a bit sore but you couldn’t possibly pay attention to that when you sat here in your room with your lips on the ones of the person you love.

Peter would always insist he wasn’t just a kid but his soul would forever remain an innocent child that would come out in moments like these, where his emotions wanted to come out and act for themselves. And now, all his love was pouring out, it swept up and made his hands cup your face so he could better kiss you, despite how badly his face was burning. But you wrapped your arms around his waist and he was convinced he had done something good, and he had. You were both wonderful and wonderfully lovely.

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rocky-alex · 7 years

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Motels Won’t Cut It Anymore

Word count: 1228

Warnings: not yet...

Pairing: Reader x Sam

Chapter sixteen: (Un)Fortunate Daughter In The Lone Star State

How you’d managed this you had no idea, as Dean had been so set on not letting you out of the bunker. The best you’d thought you’d manage was getting them to go instead of you, but here you were, in the backseat, enjoying several hours of extreme tension. You thought back to the discussion that had followed after you walked into the kitchen.

“Let me guess, it involves you going to Texas.” Dean didn’t miss a beat.

“Listen, I know you don’t want me to get hurt, and thank you for that. But if something happens to Mica because you refused to let me go, I swear to the gods above I will kill you, Dean.” You looked him straight in the eye. He’d better take you seriously, because you weren’t kidding. If Mica got hurt or, gods forbid, died, and you weren’t there, you would not hesitate to pull the trigger. You might not feel what you used to, but you still loved her more than anyone besides you sister.

Dean took a moment to consider your words, and seemed to decide to believe you.

“Okay,” he said. “Okay, what’s your suggestion.” You took a deep breath and relaxed a bit. Now you had him on your side, and just hoped he’d listen to your idea.

“I realise that my family could be using Mica as bait, and that me showing my face at her house wouldn’t be a good idea. But like I’ve said, I can’t not go. I’m asking you two to go with me. I trust you to make sure she’s actually okay, and I promise to stay out of the way and out of sight.”

“Okay, fine,” he said after a moment. “We’ll go. Get something to eat, and then we’re leaving.”

After that you rushed to pack a bag and stuff something in your mouth, not caring what it was. You met Sam and Dean in the garage. When you were about to head to your bike Dean stopped you.

“Oh no, Dorothy, you talked us into this, you're riding with us.” Not wanting to piss him off even more, having gotten what you wanted, you tossed your bag in the trunk and got in the backseat of the Impala.

Now here you were. After about half an hour in the car you couldn’t stand the silence, or watching Dean’s tense shoulders, so you leaned back in the corner, feet up on the seat, and plugged in your headphones and closed your eyes. When you knew you were going to Texas you’d tried calling Mica, but it had gone straight to voicemail. You hadn’t bothered leaving a message. If she could, she’d call back.

There was a tap on your leg and you opened your eyes. Sam was leaning back over the seat, so you pulled your headphones off to hear what he wanted.

“Where to in Texas?”

“Tyler.” He turned back around. Great conversation, guys. Not their fault, you reminded yourself. This was a big risk, one you’d nearly had to force on them. But they hadn’t let you go alone, so what were you going to do? Sam had already been on your side, for which you were grateful, despite making the brothers fight like they had. It seemed like a lot of old stuff had been brought up in anger, and you didn’t like it. Although from the lack of further arguing, it seemed like no big deal once the decision had been made.

Hours passed and eventually you saw the “Welcome to Texas” sign flash by, so you sat up straight.

“I ain’t no fortunate one, no”

You pulled off you headphones to ask the brothers how much further you had to go when you heard the song playing in the car, and you just had to laugh.

“What?” Dean asked.

“Nothing, just… Same song I was listening to just now.” A moment of camaraderie passed between you as he looked at you in the rearview mirror. Then he turned his eyes back to the road, and the moment was over.

“So how much further?”

“About two and a half hours,” Sam answered you.

“Okay, thanks.”

Being back here brought up old memories, both good and bad. Your last few months with Mica were spent here, months filled with happiness and heartbreak. The beauty of travelling with someone like Mica was how free she was, but still serious enough to understand you, when you needed a break, when you needed to get drunk, get laid, sleep, binge on slurpies and raisin bran. Anything. She also made it very easy to understand her. But everything went sideways when you decided to land in Tyler. The first week there she met Jay, and as much as it hurt to see and admit, it was life at first sight. They were meant to be. You still spent time together, worked together, but it wasn’t the same. A while after you’d left Texas you’d realised that it was probably for the best. You couldn’t live out your whole life on the road. Mica had taken a leap of faith, and it payed off big time.

Your trip down memory lane was interrupted when Dean took a turn into a parking lot outside a motel. You looked out the window and immediately recognised the place. It hadn’t changed much since you were here last.

“What now?” you asked.

“Now,” Dean said, getting out of the car. You followed, stretching your back after the drive. “Now me and Sam are going to go check on your friend. You’re going to check in under a fake name and stay here until we get back.”

“So you’re benching me.”

“Not at all, Dorothy.” Dean smiled innocently. “We’re keeping you on lockdown. Which you agreed to.” Smiling sarcastically, you walked around the car to Sam’s side. He’d also gotten out, and was holding something in his hand.

“Please, call me when you know what’s going on.”

“Of course. Here.” He handed you the thing in his hand. It was an ID with your picture on it. But not your name. Apparently you were now-

“Rosamund Becker?”

“It was the best I could do for now.” He handed you a wad of money. “Pay cash at the motel, no cards, pay for one night and stay in the room. If you see any cameras, keep your head down.”

“I know, Sam. I’ve been invisible before.” Suddenly you felt a hand on your cheek and you looked up.

“I’m serious. If it is your family and you are in danger… Just please, be careful, Y/N.”

“I will.” He really was worried about you, maybe more than you’d realised before, when he was arguing with his brother. Sam wanted you to be safe. For a moment you thought he was going to kiss you, but then dickhead- um, Dean, interrupted with a, kind of disgusting, clearing of his throat.

“You done, Sammy? We gotta go.” Sam’s hand slipped off your cheek.

“I’ll call soon.” You could only muster a nod as he got in the car. Then the car sped out of the lot and you shook your head, trying to clear the fuzz that had somehow gathered there. You pulled your hood over your head, picked up your bag and, keeping your head down, headed to the reception.

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Note: So as you noticed this story takes place sometime after the Stynes and Charlie, but in a way I imagine it happening before the Darkness. Somewhere in the end of season 10 anyway. I see it as a time pocket of sorts, and I imagine it being around june 2015. Anyway, before the Darkness happened, but there most likely won't be anything about the Mark of Cain either... AU, time pocket, whatever you want to call it. I also see the brothers returning to the canon story when this one is over... Lil twisted maybe, but that's what it's like in my head :P

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The Best Girlfriend

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Words: 1,453

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Request: Hey, I was wondering if you could do a one shot where Sam has anxiety, and a secret girlfriend (reader) and Dean would get pissed if he found out, and one day Sam has a panic attack and makes dean call his girlfriend. Thank you so much!!!! - @loveyalotslikejellytots

Author’s Note: You’re welcome! I hope you like it. I’m still behind on this season, over six episodes by now. I’ll eventually make myself watch it between the season ends. – Haley xx

“Hello?” I asked, balancing the cellphone between my ear and shoulder. There was shuffling on the other end, but no answer. “Sam? Are you okay?”

“Is this Y/N?” The voice asked. I pulled the phone away from my ear and saw that it was indeed Sam’s phone that had called me, but that wasn’t his voice. “Listen, this is Dean,” I heard when I brought the phone back to me, “Sam’s, shit I don’t know- he can’t stop freaking out and I can’t calm him down. Can you come?”

“Yeah,” I said, scraping my chair back. “I’ll be there in a few.”

He hung up and I cleaned up my lunch, tossing the untouched food into the trash. I grabbed my purse and weaved my way through the book carts and shelves to the front desk. “I gotta go,” I told the head librarian. “Family emergency. I’ll pick up an extra shift later. Sorry,” And dashed out of the library.

I made my way to my car and fumbled inside. I took a deep breath when I started it up. Sam and I have been dating for a few months. We met when he came into the library looking for any and all records about Lebanon. I showed him the ones we have for city, county, and even the state.

Soon, Sam kept coming back. Sam would show up a few times a week here at the library, and I was always the one who would help him find anything he needed. He asked me out the third week he showed up to the library.

Sam said he wasn’t stalking me; he just had some free time and was able to get away from his brother and do what he wanted.

Of course, I agreed. Sam is everything a girl would want. He’s handsome, with his hazel cat eyes and his smile, tall as hell, and super smart. He told me about how he was in law school and had dreams to start his own practice. He would have made hell of a lawyer.

And one date slowly turned to two, then three, and Sam would show up at the library to bring me lunch and just hang out with me during that one long lunch time and listen to me gossip about the librarians I work with.

I shook my head, now wasn’t the time to think about what had happened between us. It was time to get to Sam and help him. I turned my car on the main highway and realized I didn’t even know where I was going. Sam had never taken me to his home, we would always go to my place.

I fished my phone out of my pocket and redailed Sam’s number. The same voice answered again. “I’m on my way, but I don’t know where the hell I’m going. I don’t know where Sam lives. You’re his brother right? Don’t you two live together?”

He sighed, “There’s an old abandoned factory on the outside of town. Just go there.”

“What the hell is Sam doing there?”

“Listen, I don’t have time to explain. Just come here.”

I’ve been out this way before and had passed this factory, but I never noticed that car Sam drives parked to the side of it. I parked my car right beside the impala and got out. There was a garage door next to it and I went up and started knocking on it.

The garage door slowly started opening and I slipped under it. I looked around where I was at and gasped. It was a giant garage full of classic cars. All shiny and looked brand new. Like something you don’t want to touch because it just out of the box.

There was a cough behind me and I twirled around. There standing was I supposed to be Dean. “You must be Y/N,” he said. “C’mon.”

“What happened?” I asked Dean, following him through the halls. “And where the hell am I?”

“I don’t know what happened,” Dean said, pushing open a door. “I just found him like this.”

Dean moved out of the way and there I saw Sam, sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked up at me and I could see his eyes were red and his face was flushed. I pushed passed Dean and moved to crouch in front of Sam.

I grabbed his hands and squeezed them softy, “Hey there,” I whispered. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Sam sniffed. “God, it just hit. I’m sorry.”

“No baby, don’t be sorry,” I said, pushing the hair out of his face. “It’s okay.”

Sam started to breath heavily and I knew he was about to start to hyperventilate. Anxiety and panic attacks were something I wasn’t really accustomed to until I started dating Sam. He had a panic attack the morning after he first spent the night with me. I could tell he was embarrassed after it had ended, but I told Sam if the anxiety and panic attacks were apart of him, that I would do everything I could to help him through it.

I got up on the bed beside him and pulled Sam to my chest as he cried and trembled. Dean watched me and I stroked Sam’s head and gave him soft kissed to the temple; anything to help him calm down.

“Thanks for coming,” Sam whispered to me.

It had been a few hours since I showed up here. After Sam stopped crying, Dean left us alone. I made Sam lay down because I knew he would be exhausted, but he wouldn’t fall asleep. I was lying beside him and was drawing small circles on his back.

“Anything for you, Sam,” I whispered back.

Sam pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Dean’s pissed at me.”

“Why?”

“Because I never told him about you,” Sam sighed and rolled over onto his back. “Dean and I…”

“Sam, you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want too,” I told him.

“No, it’s fine. It’s just, it’s been us for a long time. And we don’t have a good life. And I don’t know. Dean feels like he has to control everything,” Sam said, looking up at the ceiling. “You’re just too perfect and I didn’t want to ruin everything we had because of my life.”

“I don’t think that could happen, Sam,” I muttered, wrapping my arms around him and placing a kiss behind his ear. “Nothing you or Dean could say or do could ruin our relationship. Do you understand me?”

Sam looked at me and smiled. He pulled me closer and kissed me.

I woke up with arms around my waist and my face deep in a pillow. I blink and realized I was still with Sam. I sat up and saw him sleeping beside me. I slipped out of bed and the room, tiptoeing my way through the hall.

I smelled breakfast food being made and followed my nose. I found a small kitchen, with Dean in a robe standing at a stove. “You hungry?” he asked me without even turning around.

“Um, yeah,” I said.

I took a seat at the small table and Dean brought over two plates full of bacon, eggs, and toast.

“Uhh… thanks,” Dean said after a few minutes of just us eating. “Sam’s always had that anxiety thing and normally I can help, but yesterday I couldn’t.”

“It’s no problem. I’ve helped him before,” I shrugged. “We’ve been together a few months. Sam always talks about you, y’know. About how he and you go to all these different places in the country and do all kinds of neat things,” I sighed. “He never mentioned this place before.”

Dean chuckled while taking a bite. “It’s not much. Just a place we can stay for a bit.”

I nodded. I felt a warm hand slide across my shoulder and looked up. Sam leaned down and gave me a kiss before placing his plate next to mine.

“Feel better?” I asked.

“Yes, thank you again,” Sam said, giving me another kiss as he sat down.

“Get a room,” Dean said and Sam rolled his eyes.

Dean finished up his breakfast first. He pushed back his chair and started to walk out of the kitchen before pausing and saying to Sam, “I like her. You should bring her around more.”

Confusion flashed across Sam’s face, but he just nodded his head. “Yeah, I will.”

Dean nodded his head too before disappearing into the hallway.

“I don’t know what you did, but he seems in a better mood than yesterday.”

“Oh, y’know, how is brother has the best girlfriend ever.”

Sam laughed, “You got that right.”

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ruined-by-destiel · 6 years

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Making Memories (part 8)

Summary: You still struggle to find Misha the perfect gift. Meanwhile, you come home from work to an interesting sight.

Words: 705

Misha x Reader

Warnings: none

Notes: written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge

Day 8: Mistletoe

“Mish?” You rushed into the kitchen, hurriedly pulling your hair up in a loose pony. “Have you seen my-”

Misha handed you your name tag. “On top of the fridge.”

“How the hell?” You took it and pinned it to your shirt. “Thank you.”

“You sure you’re not hungry?” Misha turned off the stove, scraping eggs onto a plate.

You sighed. “Thanks, but I’m already late as is.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and grabbed your keys. “I’ll see you later.”

“Have a good day, baby.”

“You too,” you shot back, already halfway out the door.

You were aimlessly walking through Target, growing more and more frustrated as you passed through each isle. Your sister’s constant blabbing in your ear didn’t help, either.

“So anyways, that’s me. What’s going on with you? Found the perfect gift for your man yet?”

“Actually,” you sighed as you turned down another aisle, “I’m looking for one right now.”

“You still haven’t found one? Dude, Christmas is in like, four days.”

“I know! It’s just, he’s so hard to shop for.” You picked up a mug, half-heartedly glancing at it before putting it back. “What do you get a guy who already has pretty much everything?”

“Why are you asking me? You know him better than anyone.” A car horn honked on the other end of the line. “I’ve gotta run, but text me later, ‘kay?”

“Yeah. Talk to you later, Izzy.”

“Bye.”

You shoved your phone back in your pocket, still aimlessly wandering around the store. You’d made your way to the front for the second time since you’d been there and decided that was it, and headed out towards the parking lot.

Before you had even walked through the front door, you could hear the Christmas music blaring from inside the house. You locked the door behind you and hung your bag on the wall, trying to find out where the source of the music was coming from.

There was a dull thud from the living room, followed by a frustrated “shit!”

“What is he doing,” you mumbled as you shrugged off your coat and walked towards the living room.

Misha was standing on the top of a step ladder, brow furrowed as he concentrated on hanging something up on the ceiling.

“Misha, what are you doing?”

He must not have noticed you entering the room, because Misha startled and dropped whatever he was holding, grabbing the ladder by both sides to keep himself from falling.

“God dammit Y/N, a little warning next time?”

You laughed as you walked over to him and picked up the leafy bundle he’d dropped on the ground. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you saw what he’d been so focused on. “Mistletoe? Really?”

Misha shrugged, reaching down to take it from you. “It’s a Christmas tradition, I thought it would be cute.”

“Right, more like you want more excuses to kiss me at all times of the day.” You stood right under him, watching him fumble with the string. “You need help?”

“No, I got it. I just…” he trailed off as he began to tie again, right before it slipped from his fingers and landed in your waiting hands.

He sighed. “Have at it.”

Once he’d gotten down, you climbed the ladder and nimbly tied up the mistletoe to the hook he’d hung up. “There.”

Misha shook his head as you climbed back down, hopping off the last step with a smile.

“Easy peasy.” You poked Misha in the side. “I’m gonna go change out of my work clothes, then if you want we can watch a movie?”

“Sure. But first,” he grabbed your arm, pulling closer. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

He pointed up at the mistletoe and you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Such a romantic.”

“I aim to please,” he responded as he pulled you in for a kiss. Your heartbeat quickened as his tongue softly traced your lips before slipping inside your mouth, while pulling your waist flush against his.

You pulled away after a moment and took a deep breath, cheeks burning as he stared back at you with a smile.

“I think the movie can wait.”

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Our Baby Girl - Part 2

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 1,463

Author’s Note: I hope you all like it! I literally just got done writing it, so if there are any mistakes that is why. I’ll eventually fix those. Also, the tag list is still open!. - Haley xx

“Where did you find it?” I asked Cas.

“On the windowsill,” Cas said, pulling me over to Charlie’s window. “I didn’t notice it at first because there’s no smell.”

I opened Charlie’s bedroom window and saw the yellow powder of sulfur scattered around, but like Cas said, there was no smell.

After Sam had called me back saying that he and Cas found sulfur, Dean booked it back to Lebanon as fast as we could. Sam was all tore up over losing Charlie. As soon as we pulled into the garage, Sam started apologizing to us. I pulled him into a hug and told him that I know he would never let anything happened to her and demons are just nasty sons of bitches.

“What kind of demon can mask the smell of sulfur?” I asked Cas.

He shrugged and opened his mouth to answer my question, when he was cut off. “Any demon wiling to learn that power.”

We turned around and saw Crowley standing in the doorway. “I don’t have time to deal with you,” I said. “My baby is missing.”

“I know, and my deep apologizes towards your family.”

“Fuck off, Crowley,” I said. “Dean’s downstairs, go bother him.”

“So, you don’t want to know the information I have about the demon who took your child? I guess I’ll just be on my way, then,” Crowley said, turning around in the doorway and making his way down the hall.

“Hold on!” I yelled, going after him.

“Are you sure?” Dean asked.

Crowley rolled his eyes, “Would I ever lie to you?”

“Yes,” we all said in unison.

Crowley told us no matter what rank a demon was, that it could learn powerful magic. This one learned how to remove the normal rotting smell of sulfur to hide that the demon had been near my child. My little Charlie. She’s her daddy made over, with her bright green eyes and strawberry blonde hair.

“But why?” Sam asked. “Why would a demon still Charlie?”

“Because she’s a Winchester,” Crowley said. “Don’t you all get it? They’re using Charlie to get you.”

“You’re going to help us find that son of a bitch that took my little girl,” Dean said, pointing at Crowley. “Or I’ll kill you.”

“Y/N, control your squirrel.”

“Crowley,” I sighed. “Please. That’s my daughter. You’re a parent. You would do anything for Gavin.”

The room went silent as Crowley fidgeted with his coat sleeves. “All right. I’ll hunt down the bastard and tell you all as soon as I know.”

Two hours passed before Crowley popped back to The Bunker. I had fallen asleep in Charlie’s bed, holding onto her favorite stuffed animal. It was a stegosaurus that Cas had picked out for her on our last job. The scales on the back where baby blue and the eyes were beady and black. Charlie loves this stuffed animal more than any other toy she’s gotten.

I woke up to Dean cupping my shoulder, shaking me gently. I see the foggy outline of everyone else hind him as I rub the sleep out of my eyes.

“What?”

“I’ve found her,” Crowley said, over Dean’s shoulder.

I push myself off the bed, “Where?” I asked him. “Where did your asshole demon take my baby?”

Crowley sighed and looked at Dean. “You all aren’t going to like this.”

“Stop dicking around and tell us,” Dean said.

“Well, for one thing, she’s not in America anymore.”

My hand slipped around Dean’s waist and grabbed the gun he always kept between his skin and his waistband. I pulled it out and pointed it directly at Crowley. “You wanna repeat that?” I said.

“You cannot shoot, Crowley,” Sam said, grabbing the gun away from me. “Y/N, I know you’re upset. We all are, but trying to kill Crowley won’t help us.”

My hands started to shake. Tears rolled down my face. “You take me too her,” I whispered, walking up to Crowley. “You take me to her now or I swear to God, you will never see the light of day again.”

“Where are we?” Dean asked. I leaned against him. Using Crowley and Cas to pop us to wherever Charlie was at was the worst decision ever. My head was spinning and Dean wrapped his arms around me to keep me from falling over.

“Otorohanga,” Cas said. “Otorohanga, New Zealand.”

I almost threw up.

“Do we know exactly where she’s at?” Sam asked.

“Of course,” Crowley said, taking the lead. “Just follow me.”

Otorohanga was beautiful and would have been more enjoyable if the circumstances were different. The grass was so green, the sky a perfect shade of light blue, and you could even see mountains off in the distance. We followed the worn path til we hit a sidewalk.

“We need a plan,” Cas said, keeping pace with Crowley. “That demon probably knows we’re here. And knowing just how angry Y/N and Dean are, they’re going to shoot first and ask questions later.”

“Of course, we are!” Dean told him. “I’m gonna slice and dice that son of a bitch!”

I stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “Dean, you and Sam have to go in first and find that demon. Or demons knowing how all those assholes work. Cas, Crowley and myself will find Charlie.”

“As much as I like your plan, darling,” Crowley said, “I’m going with moose and squirrel. My demons fear you plaid wrapped nightmares, but I’m their king and they fear me more.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Crowley.”

We reached the building where Crowley said that the demon was holding Charlie. It was an apartment building, with probably other families in there. Families that had their own children and didn’t worry about the things that went bump in the night.

“I’ll take Y/N to where Charlie is,” Cas said, gripping my arm. “I can sense her in the building.”

“I’ll drop the other two inside,” Crowley muttered.

“We need a meeting point,” Sam said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Let’s meet were we popped at. Were our feet first hit New Zealand.”

“If anything goes wrong,” Dean said, giving me a kiss. “Cas, I want you to take her and Charlie back home. I want them safe and as far away from here.”

“I’m not leaving you,” I said, using my free arm to hold onto Dean as I gave him another kiss. “I’m not going to gain Charlie and lose you.”

“I’ll be fine, baby,” Dean whispered. “I’ll be fine as long as you and Charlie are gone.”

Before I could say anything, the scenery changed. Dean who was right in front of me, was now replaced with a man with black eyes. He swung at me and I ducked under him.

I heard the sizzle of an angel blade against skin and knew that Cas had stabbed him. The demon dropped dead at Cas’ feet. I heard a little girl crying and I turned around. There sat Charlie tied to a chair.

I ran to her and kneeled in front of her. “Mommy, I’m sorry,” she cried, little tears running down her chin.

“Oh, baby, it’s not your fault,” I said. “I’m sorry.” Cas and I untied her and she feel into my arms. I picked her up and squeezed her. “I’ve missed you so much, Charlie.”

There was a large band from the other room. Charlie covered up her ears and started crying again. “I’ll take you home,” Cas said. “And I’ll come back and see what’s happening.”

“Cas, please,” I begged. “Don’t let anything happen to Dean and Sam. I can’t lose them.”

Cas nodded. “I won’t, Y/N.”

“Hey, baby,” I whispered, as Charlie opened her eyes.

“Mommy…” Charlie sat up in her bed. “Mommy!” She jumped into my arms and gave me a tight hug. “Mommy, I had a really bad dream.”

“Did you?” I asked, trying to flatten down her bedhead.

“Yeah! And you and daddy and uncle Sam came to save me! Uncle Cas was there too! And Crowley!”

“Well, that sounds like a very exciting dream,” I said. “Daddy’s making breakfast, you wanna go eat?”

“Yeah!” She bounced off my lap and ran out of the room.

I followed her.

Everyone Charlie named off was down in the kitchen and when she saw them, she rattled on about the dream she had. Dean gave Charlie her plate and wrapped his arms around me.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” I whispered back.

“We gotta protect her more,” he said. “Even if that means taking her with us now.”

I sighed. “I don’t want her to know. She just thinks it was all a dream.”

“I know, but I can’t lose her. I can’t lose our baby girl again.”

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