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sehnsuchts-trunken · 22 days

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Pinch Me

Gally x reader summary: Gally isn't dead after all. In fact, he's very much alive. And so is that weird feeling in your stomach whenever you look at him.

a/n: god the lack of maze runner fics on my blog is unbelievable!!! needed to change that desperately

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You eye Gally carefully from the side as you wait. There's only one telescope and it's not like you're gonna line up behind Thomas to use it - no, you take the time to sit down on the ground and narrow your eyes at the newly un-dead glader next to you instead.

He's taller than when you'd last seen him. You'd noticed how much he'd grown the very first second you'd lain eyes on him. But he's got broader, too. He looks older, much older. More like an adult now. And that hoodie suits him. A little too well, actually.

"You're staring", Gally says, pulling you from your silent assessment of him. He doesn't even turn to look back at you. Some voice in the back of your head pipes up, tells you that you should probably feel embarrassed that he's caught you - but you don't, somehow. Instead, you hum in agreement. Yeah, you had been staring. You are staring.

"Are you trying to check if I'm real or what?", he asks with a chuckle, one that's surely supposed to cover up the fact that he sounds quite a bit nervous underneath. It doesn't really help. You hear the shake in his voice anyway.

It has you grinning just a little.

"Honestly?", you smile, trailing your eyes along him once more. "I kind of am."

He looks back at you then, finally, turns his head to yours and meets your eyes.

"You wanna pinch me to make sure?", he asks, seemingly serious with his eyebrows raised, but with a twinkle in his eyes that you've rarely seen in them. Your grin widens even further.

Without another word, you lean forward and pinch his arm. Just like that.

He doesn't even flinch.

He's warm under your fingertips, warm despite that thick, woolen hoodie he's wearing that looks so comfortable you honestly want to steal it from him. You pull back with a satisfied grin.

"Very much real", you approve, and then the corners of his lips tug up and you almost black out. Your heart really skips a beat. Just because he's smiling back at you. Oh, lord.

You settle a little further back and let out a breath.

"I'm glad you're not dead, Gally", you mutter, trying to keep your voice down so Newt and Thomas won't necessarily hear you. It's not that you want to keep it a secret, you just want to keep it private. It doesn't concern them. This is something between you and Gally. Something personal. Something that tugs at you and pulls you to him.

You don't know what it is exactly.

Maybe just relief, relief that at least one other glader is alive after you've already lost so many others. Maybe it's happiness, happiness to see an old friend. Or an old acquiantance? An old.... God, you don't even know what you and Gally were back then. Two people who threw glances at each other, who smiled at each other, who... Did barely anything else for the three months you'd spent there before Thomas had come up the box. Two people, three months and absolutely nothing that happened.

Ever.

But now he's back. And that something that never happened? That's back now, too.

...

You're nowhere near safe, really. You're anything but safe. You're the absolute, complete opposite of safe. You're running through a city on fire, your legs burning, burning, burning with the strain of carrying yourself- Fuck, fuck, fuck!

You can see the aircraft already. It's right there, you just need to run a little faster. If you had any oxygen left in your lungs, you'd shout for Minho and Gally to check if they're still right behind you - but you don't have the oxygen and you don't have the time either, so you push on, on and on until you're close, closer and closer and then, finally, inside the aircraft. You collapse onto the floor and gulp down what feels like a litre of air.

"Serum", you wheeze. "Serum. Newt."

You hear a body collapsing close to you, then another. You force your eyes open and turn your head to one side - Gally, his chest heaving and his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to calm down.

You're safe.

He's safe.

And you're both still alive.

Your ears ring so loudly that you barely hear how Jorge starts the aircraft. You don't care, either.

You're safe. And alive.

For the moment.

And that's all that matters.

So you steady a palm against the floor, heave yourself up and reach over him. Your hand comes down next to his head just as he opens his eyes.

Fuck.

Your heart is racing. You don't know if it's him or the adrenaline. You're not really bothered to think about it either, to be honest. He's too close to think. So close. Closer than ever before.

And you truly are drunk on adrenaline. Which is definitely the only goddamn reason for why you lean down, just like that, and press your lips to his.

You catch him off guard. You catch yourself off guard, too.

He tastes like sweat and blood, bitter and metallic and absolutely perfect considering you're still very much in a life-threatening situation, blood rushing in your ears and minds reeling with the heaviness of everything that's happening.

You shouldn't be kissing him. You shouldn't be planted half on top of him, with your hands shaking and your body so heavy you almost collapse. And then his fingers close around your waist and you do collapse, right on top of him.

He's broad and tall and most definitely more comfortable than the floor. Fuck, his hands on you feel so good. They're so wide and big and he's such a good kisser, his lips against yours so perfect.

God, how have you never done this before? He's always been right there, you've always felt that tug. And now that you've given into it, you never ever want to stop again.

He's heavenly. And he's holding you so firmly, so easily on top of him. He's so broad and tall and comfortable and firm and perfect and-

"Shit!"

Jorge's voice startles you so hard you flinch away from Gally, your head jerking up, your eyes searching the inside of the aircraft -

Everyone's staring at you.

Absolutely everyone.

Oh, god.

Oh, lord.

Oh, fucking hell.

Heat rushes to your cheeks. With a start, you push off of Gally and turn onto your back again. Your eyes squeeze shut as your breath evens out. Slowly, but steadily. Ever so steadily.

You can't think.

You're exhausted. Simply and just exhausted. This entire day has been too goddamn exhausting. And it's not even over yet. It's nowhere near over.

But as Gally reaches out for you, as he slips his hand into yours and interlocks your fingers... Yeah, you'll be fine. You'll be just fine.

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lunarw0rks · 9 months

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HIIIIII I'm new to your blog and I'm already your fan 😩😩💓

I have a request!! The reader has a scar from surgery near groin, and feels very insecure about it :(

and then Ghost discovers this and helps they feel more sure of themselves? *wink wink*

And btw, I'm using the translator because I'm terrible at English 🤐

warning(s): nsfw (18+), established relationship, scar mention, softdom!simon, angst/fluff to smut, oral sex, fingering, praise, fem!reader

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“You have to come out of there sometime, love.”

His voice came muffled through the bathroom door. On the other side, you were running your fingers over the scar near your groin. Sure, he had seen you naked before — but tonight was different. His hands roamed right over it and they lingered too long, effectively reminding you of the lasting mark you were insecure about.

It wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t even yours. But something about it ruined the mood, and you couldn’t just shut that out.

Finally, you stepped out again, facing him after minutes of brooding. He could tell, based on your expression, that this was a deeper issue. One he wanted to fix; in more ways than one.

"What is it? Something I did?" His arm snakes around your shoulder, guiding you to the edge of the bed.

You shake your head defensively, hands folded in your lap. "It's nothing, it's... My scar. It's always bothered me."

"Don't do that," Simon whispers, holding your chin gently to keep your gaze. There's truly nothing about you he disliked, especially when it came to scars. He harbored them everywhere, some from service, others from childhood.

He rotates his arms, exposing marks and healed scrapes everywhere. "Look at me, sweetheart. Bloody have 'em everywhere." Next, he removed his tee, where the deepest, most noticeable blemishes were etched into his skin. Some were burns, others from blades or shrapnel, bullets, too.

You watched him show every inch of what he had been through, the permanent reminders that he had to live with. It made your scar seem minute, effectively easing your heavy heart. The insecurities, you might never get over, but it's an unbeatable feeling to be appreciated so deeply — just for you, imperfections and all.

Before you could get in your head again, he was cupping the sides of your face, using his knee to push you backward on the plush mattress. "Nothin' to be ashamed of," he mutters against your lips, whilst his hands untie the robe wrapped around you, "especially on you."

"Thought I ruined the mood," you whisper when the next kiss pauses, holding his waist.

With tender haste, he removed your wrists from his waist, placing them at your sides, which allowed him to scoot down further. "Takes a lot more than that to scare me off, love."

With fumbling fingers, he gives the fabric one more tug, exposing your nightwear underneath. Before you've come up with a response, he fills the void by pressing his lips to your inner thigh. It's a silent gesture, but one that speaks volumes. Simon multitasks, keeping you entertained by peppering kisses, while your panties have been pulled to the side. You're on full display now; aroused and sensitive again, like you were before you ran off to the washroom.

Instinctively, you reach for his hair — but you've been repositioned again.

"No, no, hands at your sides. Good girl." His hot breath tickles your wet heat until he's closed in on it. Pressing his lips to your clit, leaving calculated licks along it until you moan from the repeated movements.

The only 'touch' you're permitted is the squeeze of your thighs around his head, though he'd much prepare to have you spread and on full display. But tonight wasn't about him, nor was it often. His focus was on you, only you.

His thick fingers find your slit, easing in until they've filled you, reaching the deepest spots inside you. Simon's heavy breaths only stimulate your nerves further, adding to the feeling of his thrusting fingers.

"So fuckin' perfect."

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togrowoldinv · 1 year

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Thin Line

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

It’s a life or death situation, and there’s a thin line between love and hate

Warnings: Briefly mentioned explosion, wound, cursing, fluff at the end hehe

Note: It’s an enemies to lovers type of beat👀 Still some soft Nat at the end because of course there is. Follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for fic updates! Enjoy!

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By all definitions of the word, Natasha Romanoff is not your friend. In fact, she couldn’t be further from that.

When you first met the redhead, you tried to be cordial with her. She shook your hand and you smiled at her. But she didn’t seem to care to get to know you better.

During every mission, she was standoffish towards you but it never got in the way of things. You just decided that maybe she wasn’t the type to make friends. This is work, after all, not a place to socialize.

So now, as you face a serious threat, you can’t believe that you are trapped in a room with her. You’re tapping your foot on the floor when Natasha breaks the almost twenty minutes of silence between the two of you.

“Can you stop that?” She asks, but it feels more like an order.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I’m just trying to think.”

“There’s no way out,” she says. “I would’ve gotten us out by now if I could.”

You look around the room and make the same decision you both made before. There’s no way out.

“Cool. I’m going to die in here with a woman who hates me,” you say as you stand up.

Natasha’s eyes follow you across the room. She shakes her head.

“Do you think that I hate you?”

You look to her and try to read her expression. It’s perfectly neutral.

“Yeah, pretty much,” you say with a sigh.

She doesn’t respond, and you’re about to break the silence again when suddenly she’s on her feet.

“What-“ you begin, but she brings a finger to her lips signaling you to be quiet.

You stop talking and start listening. Outside the wall, you hear voices. They’re speaking a language you don’t know, but you can tell that Nat does. The voices fade and Nat turns to you.

“Okay, I know you don’t like me or you think I don’t like you or whatever, but you have to trust me here,” she explains.

“Natasha I-“

“No. Listen, we have one minute before this place blows up so you don’t have time to hash this out with me. Okay?”

“Okay.” You try not to let her words make you panic.

You work together to make a sort of makeshift wall out of random crates in the room. Natasha seems to know how best to organize them and you don’t question her survival skills.

“Fifteen seconds,” she says. She pushes you down to take cover before she reminds you, “You have to trust me.”

Natasha takes one more glance around before she joins you on the ground, but what surprises you is how she shields you with her body.

“Nat, what are you doing?” You lift your head and ask her.

“Protecting you,” comes the simple reply. She pushes your head back down and covers you once again.

It’s mere seconds later the explosion makes the walls and ceiling crumble around you. Your ears ring and you’re both covered in debris, but otherwise you think you’re unscathed.

That is until Natasha rolls off of you and you notice the shard of glass in her side.

“Ouch,” Nat says as the shard stings her. She pulls it out and you watch incredulously.

“Ouch? That’s it?,” you ask as you watch blood pour from her wound. You unzip your suit and rip off part of your shirt to apply pressure to the wound.

“Well, what do you want me to say?” Natasha asks.

“I don’t know! Fuck or something?” You say and she laughs. “Don’t laugh at me.”

“I’m sorry,” she says, but she has a smirk on her face. “Just trying to lighten the mood.”

You try to hide a smile as you do your best makeshift work on patching up her wound.

“We have to get out of here,” you say. You finally glance around and realize that you can get out now.

“We’ll go a couple miles south and call the team,” Nat says. She looks a little pale but you try not to worry.

Offering her your hand, you help her to her feet. She starts walking with great triumph, but soon her loss is blood starts getting to her.

“Woah, hey Nat, let’s stop for a second,” you say as you catch her after she stumbles over her feet. That’s nothing you’ve ever seen before from someone as trained as her.

“Yeah, okay.” She grips onto your arm tightly and you know she is going to pass out.

You lower her to the ground carefully, sitting on your own knees, and hold the back of her head.

“You’re going to be alright,” you tell her.

“I don’t hate you,” she says as her eyes start to close. “I was just scared I would fall in love with you.”

Her words make your heart drop to your stomach. You never imagined she would feel that way about you.

“Natasha,” is the only word you get out before her eyes completely shut.

You take a few deep breaths and try not to panic. In training, Agent Hill taught you want to do in circumstances like this.

Natasha has a light pulse, but she’s breathing. Taking out her phone, you still see no service. You have no choice but to try and move to another area.

You don’t have super strength but you will enough to pick Natasha up. She’s bridal style in your arms. And you start running.

You run as fast as you can for as long as you can. And then a miracle happens, Nat’s phone dings with a message.

You halt and lay Nat down again. Her head rests on your thigh as you dial for help. The tone rings and rings and finally someone picks up.

“Nat?” Tony’s voice asks.

“It’s not, Nat. It’s y/n. I need help!” You say.

“Where are you?”

“Natasha is- she’s hurt. She’s really hurt and I have no idea where we are! I think she did but she’s passed out and-“

“Y/n, hey take a breath,” Wanda’s voice joins the conversation.

“We’re tracking your location now,” Tony says calmly. “Everyone suit up. Okay, y/n, you stay where you’re at. We’ll be there as soon as we can, okay?”

“Okay,” you say. “Please hurry.”

The line disconnects. Natasha is still passed out. You pull her closer and hold her against your chest. It’s more for your comfort, you realize. Nat may not be your friend, but you have always felt safe with her.

And what she said about loving you plays over and over again in your mind as you wait for help.

She starts to come around what must be hours later. And she panics, there’s fear in her eyes. She’s moving out of your arms before you can react, but she cries when she lands on her wound.

“Natasha, hey it’s just me,” you say. “Help is on the way. You gotta try and stay calm, Nat.”

Your words don’t do much to help, and you resort to touching her face softly. She flinches but doesn’t move away from your embrace.

“I’ve got you, Natasha. I’m right here,” you say. She nods ever so slightly. “We’ll be home soon.”

“Okay,” she whispers. “Home.”

You don’t know how much longer it takes for the team to arrive, but the flight back to the compound feels like forever.

Wanda held your hand as you sat across from a very zoned out Natasha. They did some quick first aid, but she needs a full checkup to make sure she’s okay.

She’s in with the doctors now as you wait impatiently by the door.

“You alright?” Wanda asks as she waits with you. Her hand comes to your shaking knee.

“Yeah,” you say. You run your hand over your face.

“What happened out there?”

“She told me that she was worried she was going to fall in love with me,” you admit. You turn to see Wanda smiling next to you. “Don’t smile. It’s not a good thing.”

“Yes it is!” Wanda says. You stand up and pace in front of her. “You two so have feelings for each other.”

“I do not!” You reply. “She’s just- she’s- well I guess yeah she’s kind of perfect and I feel safe with her and all I want is for her to be happy, but that doesn’t mean I’m in love with her.”

“Y/n,” Wanda starts. She walks to you and holds your shoulders. “Just don’t be afraid to let yourself love her, okay? She’s great. Really great. And behind that tough exterior is a very soft heart.”

You nod and really take in her words. The doctor arrives soon and says Natasha needs to stay the night, but is stable. You’re allowed to go in and see her.

You take a few deep breaths and open the door. She’s laying in the bed looking a little worse for wear, but still so beautiful.

“Hey Nat,” you say.

“Hey y/n.”

“How do you feel?” You ask as you step further into the room.

“I’m alright,” Nat says. “Thanks to you.”

“Thanks to me?”

“Yeah. You took care of me out there and got us help. That’s nothing to discount,” she explains.

“I was just doing my job,” you remark.

“Yeah,” she says with a smirk. “Listen, what I said when I was passing out-“

“Oh. We don’t have to talk about it,” you interrupt.

“No. No, I want to,” she says. You move closer and sit on the bed next to her legs. “It’s the truth. I pushed you away because I knew I could love you.”

Her words are once again difficult to process. You can’t fathom her feeling this way for you.

“Natasha, I don’t understand. I’m just- well I’m me.”

“Yeah. You are you,” Nat says with a smile. “You’re you who likes to listen to pump up music before training every day. And who won’t admit to it but you cry at every heartfelt commercial on tv.”

“I have no comment,” you joke. A smile of your own rests on your face now.

“And you’re the person who carried me for miles to get us home safe,” Nat says.

“Was it miles?" She nods. “I was just so worried about you. I ran as far as I could.”

“It was miles.”

“Well, I’d do it again. I’m just glad you’re okay,” you say. “You had me worried, Romanoff.”

Natasha reaches for your hand and pulls you closer.

“Can I kiss you?” She asks. It feels like a dream.

“Yes.”

She kisses your lips and the gentleness of it shocks you.

“You see I don’t hate you,” she says after the brief kiss.

“I think I need more proof.”

You go in for a longer kiss this time and Nat happily obliges.

“Thank you for protecting me out there too,” you say. She raises a brow. “When you covered me before the explosion.”

“Ah that. It’s no problem. Instincts and all that. I didn’t want to see you hurt,” she explains.

“Are you sure it’s not because you love me?” You tease her. A smile creeps onto her face.

“I know, I know. Last second love confessions are something to tease me about. But if you must know, yeah I did it because I love you.”

“I love you too, Natasha,” you reply.

She brings you in for another kiss before the team is knocking on the door.

They flood into the room and welcome you both back from the mission. Wanda notices the way Natasha’s hand rests in yours.

She smiles at you and you grin back.

Over the course of the mission, Natasha not only became your friend but she also became your heart.

She became your love.

And you can’t imagine your life without her.

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waklman · 1 year

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Michelin Star

summary: you give bradley head during a private dinner or the “you say it’s big, but you take it” lyric from frank ocean.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x female reader.

warnings: no use of y/n. smut 18+ blog minors dni. blowjob/oral (m receiving), pwp, spit kink.

word count: 1.3k

nfl au, billionare bradley, a24 actress reader

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“Look so fuckin’ tiny next to it. Fuck.” Bradley harshly whispers, fully taken by the way your head shrinks in size when you pose next to his straining cock. His stomach knots at how the shadow of his dick rests over your entire face, as it towers past the top of your head.

Mouth starting to fill with saliva, all you can do is nod in agreement—not wanting to drool over the expensive slacks he’s zippered down for you.

You could only pray that your plea translates through the wide-eyed stare you’re giving him. Because right now, you’d do just about anything to feel the delicious stretch of his thick cock down throat when he inevitably reaches back there.

Under the dinner table of the Michelin restaurant he’s booked out, the precum dripping down his length slips onto the side of your face and you go to eagerly lick it off once it trails down towards your mouth.

Though, you should be a bit ashamed—acting like this in a public space, you can’t seem to care as your restraint thinned out long ago.

“Please. So big,” you thickly swallow, chest rising up and down as you pull back to watch him throb in your manicured hand, that barely wraps around his girth. The silk table cloth slips down the back of your tweed Chanel archive dress when you move to look at him.

Through pure instinct, you roll your tongue back in on itself, trying to find the fleeting aftertaste of his salty precum somewhere on there.

Bradley insisted that you’d wait until the driver drops you both off at his penthouse—but how were you supposed to do that when he casually passed a thick bundle of cash to the waiter, suggesting he say a number between five and ten. Smirking when ten hit his ears, Bradley leaned over his main course to tell you that he’s going to make you cum ten times tonight.

And that's when you started begging hard enough that he gave in, letting his seared steak run cold.

“So big, but you take it anyway,” he hums condescendingly, guiding you towards his leaking tip with the hand he has tangled into your hair. You're not sure if it's his Rolex brushing against the shell of your ear or the thought of someone possibly catching you, but a shiver passes down your spine.

"My dirty fucking girl,” he suddenly growls through clenched teeth. “Lettin’ me stuff that pretty mouth. Don't even care if someone sees, huh?"

It's almost pathetic how quickly you nod, bleary eyed as you slowly move down his length, bobbing back up to swallow his tangy precum, desperate to not miss a drop.

It’s a brief thought that cuts through his lust, but Bradley wished the paparazzi waiting outside the tinted glass doors would just fuck off for once. Because if he did so much as move in his seat, they’d get a view of his wife on her knees, cherry red lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

Tightening his grip, he slightly tugs on your roots, moving you back off him for a moment. Instantly, you dart out a tongue, catching the taste of him that brushes over your chin to hide the disappointment of your empty mouth.

Bradley couldn’t imagine that your manager would particularly enjoy spending his rare day off—scrubbing lewd photos of his rising movie star off the internet—as that would stir trouble around your growing career. But, what Bradley could imagine, was that he has more than enough money to hire someone else clear the pictures within seconds.

“If you make it quick, I’ll fuck you til’ can’t breathe in the back of the Bently. Got it?” He looks down at you, a stern expression dawning his features. Noticing the haze taking over your vision, Bradley presses further, a tinge of impatience leaking into his tone. “Gonna be a good girl and answer me?”

“I–Yes,” you whimper, regaining focus with a forceful blink. The mere thought of him mercilessly pounding you into the leathered seats with the radio cranked up, stifling the harsh snap of his hips—while the driver blissfully attends to his smoke break, has you instantly clenching your thighs. The carpet under your bare knees scratches at you with the abrupt movement.

Pleased with your reaction, he scratches at your scalp, prompting you to sink your mouth around him again. “Mm, that's right,” he begins to coo, watching his dick glide past the tip of your tongue. “Thought you’d like that. Making people wait around while you’re crying ‘bout how full you are. Crying ‘bout how you can’t live without this dick in you,” he crudely voices.

Then like instant karma, an unsuspected groan rips through his chest, putting an end to his teasing.

Bradley’s suddenly forced to bend forward because you’re eagerly hollowing your cheeks, already taking more than half of him. It’s downright shameless how obedient you’re being, sucking in a deep breath and holding it so you don’t gag around his cock.

“Holy shit,” he heaves, steadying his faltering clutch on the roots of your hair.

“S-Shit. Just like that,” he grits, brows pinched and eyes fixated on the way your nose increasingly gets closer the bejeweled hand you have curled at his base, mouth moving up and down his length, coating him in a clear slick.

The decorated table above you is shaking, the back of your skull cushioned by his thick fingers repeatedly slams against the blunt edge in bursts.

Bradley’s hazel orbs are dimmed to an inky black color—the only light glimmering through his eyes is from the reflection of burning candles jittering away from its original spot between your plates.

“You tryna’ call the waiter over here? Huh? Needy little thing,” he bites down on his lip, ears zoning in the sound of your muffled moans.

Tongue molding around a protruded vein on his underside, you chase to get the entire stretch of it to lay flat against your tastebuds, ignoring the burn of your mascara in your waterline when your tears mix with it.

Roughly, Bradley spits a sharp wad right onto the hefty rock perched on your ring finger. “Want you reaching that fuckin’ diamond, baby.” The saliva glossing your wedding ring, spurs you to pick up your pace, sending a continuous vibration down his length.

Jaw stretched to its limit, your slobber leaks out the side of your mouth. A rush of dizziness surges through you when you finally feel the head of his cock poking the back wall of your throat.

Curling his other hand firmly around your nape, he mockingly taps his large thumb on the pedant of your necklace. “Almost fuckin’ there,” he runs the digit down line of your throat. “C’mon. Thought you wanted this dick down here.”

In response, you bob your head faster in unison with the well decorated hand fisted around his length. Above you, Bradley’s incessantly grunting out a string of praise as the wet surface of the glassy crystal nudges at the tip of your runny nose in success. You finally reached the diamond.

Bradley feels the oxygen completely dissipate from his lungs, a sear of building pleasure bats through his ribs while he fights the urge to tip his head back. His eyes nearly shuts, but he wills himself to keep his attention on you. His wife.

And if it’s not the sight of your throat growing in size as his cock spills into it, then it’s the overwhelmed gag that rings around him that finally tips Bradley over.

A shaky praise of Good Girl mindlessly leaves his scratchy throat when you diligently swallow the ropes of cum that shoot down your throat.

Carefully, he moves you off him, lightly laughing when you blankly blink at his deflated dick as if you didn’t just consume his future children instead of dinner.

Moving his hands to cradle your head between them, Bradley extends a thumb to feasibly clean off the smudge of lipstick smeared across your cheek.

Bradley grins. “You do realize that our waiter who’s been consistently checking up on us, hasn’t come back to our table right?”

The remembrance of the grown man's excitement to constantly ask how the food was, after becoming thousands of dollars richer from the Bradley's loose change makes him laugh again, but you don’t join in.

Instead, you frown a bit as he continues to work off the red stain on your face. “I thought I was pretty quick!” You protest, pondering on how long you actually took.

If you weren’t as fast as you thought, there wouldn't be a chance in hell that he'd start on his promise of making you cum ten times tonight in the car.

Bradley raises an eyebrow at you, biting back his amusement when he says his final statement. “Apparently, not quick enough. Looks like the Bentley is being spared.”

note: did i write this to live out my rich husband dreams, maybe! anyways thank you for reading and as always reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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kinardscoffee · 1 month

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This is primarily a bucktommy stan blog.

I still love Eddie.

And, just to be clear, I am not anti Buddie. I am anti Buddie fans who think they have a degree in PR and hate on people who like LIs that aren't played by Ryan or Oliver.

Blog directory:

BoBs = Buddie or Bust

18 + please

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Icon credit: @whollyjoly 🩵

I am an admin of the Kinley Discord. If you're interested in joining, please shoot me a message! (No more invites until further notice)

Discord status: Closed

If you follow this blog, I will follow back from @un-namedfan1 (not in use but is my main)

My asks and messages are ALWAYS open for fun things! But if you're just going to spread hate, you'll be blocked and forgotten about.

911 live blog tags:

• 911 spoilers

• Bree live blogs

🚨 I will tag new episode posts with the 911 spoilers tag until Monday . After that, it's the wild west in here. 🚨

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anarchyincarnate · 1 year

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Rest now, Love

C/W; Mentions of overstimulation, Bathtub sex, Virgin!Thoma, attempted murder in the beginning, slight rushed ending. (This is Anarchyincarnate's blog after all)

You watched as the decayed remains of a sinner compiled into a small mound onto the tatami floor under you. The woman was on trial for combining illegal substances into your meal of the day, though thankfully you didn't eaten the tainted concoction. Ayaka wasn't as lucky, however.

You rushed to the princesses aid after seeing the girl coughed violently post-finishing half of her plate, with Ayato looking at you in concern. The commissioner ordered all servants to gather into the main hall, while Thoma assisted the weakened Ayaka into another room, her arm slinging onto his shoulder.

Ayato was furious beyond belief and his cold glare was on full display, no longer he bare the snarky and coy facade. The scent of blood wafted through the air, as thick gold fog began to spread from your bloody palm. Having digged your pointed nails into your soft flesh, you released your power into the surrounding area, rendering everyone speechless.

"I will create a bargain for you all, confess your wrongdoing now, or forever hold your silence." You remarked, eye twitching in anger. Your power is harmful to humans in large doses, so it's clear either one confess or all of them suffer. Vision holders are surprisingly more durable than normal citizens, as such Ayato merely leaned back against a pillar.

Eventually a man caved in and bowed down, pressing his forehead onto the floor. "My highness, lady Yumeno had boasted to herself earlier that it'll be a matter of time until your reign comes to an end. This is preposterous of her so please, Punish her for her crime." He said, taking in deep breaths between each word as his lungs hurt due to the toxic air.

Yumeno who heard it was taken aback, she had made sure no one was around her when she assured herself a moment before. She stepped back, glancing towards the main door, looking for a chance to escape.

"Sieze her." Ayato's voice cut through the thick atmosphere, and with a snap of his fingers, his shuumatsuban workers held onto Yumeno's body rendering her immobile.

You took a step forward towards the girl, raising her chin with your index finger. "A pity such beauty had gone to waste." You chided, before you felt something pierce your abdomen.

Looking down, you saw a bloodstain that spread out amongst your white dress shirt. The end of a dagger was imbedded into your side, with Yumeno's purple nails letting go of it.

She smirked, and made a run for the door. Her escape hadn't gone far as a grotesque, and monstrous form with numerous mouths and eyes grew out of your right arm, it's teeth embedded into Yumeno's back and rib cage.

"What a fool." You mumbled before transfering your decaying power into said arm, effectively withering her body into dust.

Those who were present thankfully had closed their eyes under Ayato's command, saving you from further questioning. You reformed your arm to its original state, and pulled the dagger out of you as the damaged area began to heal.

Ayato walked towards you, dismissing the servants and placing your still bloodied hand into his gloved ones.

"Kamisato, let's see how your sister is faring. We shouldn't waste anymore time." You muttered, waving off his concern. The two of you walked towards the ward, where Thoma is waiting.

The blonde had finished wiping Ayaka's blood that dripped onto her chin as the latter slumbered peacefully. Thoma perked up hearing the door closed, turning around to see you and his master walk in.

"How is she?" Ayato's tone was laced with concern after seeing her in such condition. Thoma got up from his chair and allowed you to take a closer look at Ayaka's body.

"Arsenic. A common poison from Fontaine." You deduced after noticing her laboured breathing. "It's likely to be non fatal, though I recommend you give her this medication when she wakes up." You grabbed a small bottle of pills in the cupboard above you.

The commissioner nodded, and smiled, thankful for your help. Thoma glanced down and noticed the golden blood still dripping down your hand. "My lord, we must-" "Prepare a warm bath for me along with clean clothes, I'll be waiting here with Ayato." You cut him off, sitting down onto a small sofa beside the bed, while Ayato sat by his sister's side.

"U-Understood, sir." Thoma bowed and left you both to do his task. You took out a book of your choice, and began to read it's content. Ayato smiled seeing a familiar sakura bookmark dangle from the books spine.

Your ears heard the familiar slide screen door opening, and Thoma walked in. "It's ready, sir."

Bidding Ayato farewell, you closed your book and placed it on the sofa. Thoma lead you both through the mansion, and opened the bathroom door for you.

There were dendrobium petals scattered in the tub, along with your favourite toiletries. You began to undo your clothing, dropping the fabric onto the flooring below. Thoma, being the respectful man he is, turned his head away from your body, a faint redness staining his cheeks.

The sound of water splashing brought his gaze back to you as he sat on the tub's edge. He removed his gloves before placing his hands onto your head. The man poured some shampoo onto his palms before rubbing the liquid through your beautiful locks.

You sighed softly, liking the tender touch his hands brought. Closing your eyes for a brief moment, your mind wandered into the past. The laugh of your sibling as they splashes water onto you while you bathe them brought a smile to your face. Opening them back up, you noticed Thoma's fixated gaze on you.

"Is something the matter, Thoma?" You asked him, only for the blonde to shook his head with a smile. "Not at all, Your honor."

There was a comfortable silence, something you didn't have back then.

"Would you like me to join you?" He suddenly proposed. After some thought, you nodded and made room for him infront of you. Without a moment to waste, Thoma shed himself of his clothes and slowly dipped his feet into the warm water.

The water sloshed and dripped down the tub. It was a bit cramped, so Thoma managed to sit on your lap with his legs on either side of yours.

"Ah, sorry." He bashfully said, while you thought nothing of it. Thoma was tempted to pull away, but you brought him with you when you leaned back against the edge.

The blonde noticed your closed eyes as you embraced him, resting your hands onto his back. Imagery of his fantasies with you began to pop up in his mind, making the man more and more red when the fantasy turned... Lewd.

'W-What am I thinking?! This is Your honor I'm thinking about!' He thought to himself.

'But then again... They are right there, ah I can smell the mint and amakumo fruit shampoo... Has their lips always looked so...delectable?'

Without a second thought, Thoma pressed his lips against theirs, savouring the strawberry lip balm coating it. You opened your eyes halfway, and hummed at the sight. Returning the kiss wasn't what Thoma imagined, but it was welcomed nonetheless.

Parting your lips from his, the blonde quickly kissed you again, slightly moaning when you deepened it by sliding your tongue in. The water swayed as Thoma began to grind his cock onto your abdomen, liking the friction it made.

"To think my cutest little acolyte shared some rather... Scandalous imagery of his god," You teased, enjoying the sight of Thoma's red ears.

"Your honor... Forgive me of my sinful mind-" "Nonsense, I enjoyed the sight." You shared one last kiss before running your fingers down his hips and into the crevice of his ass.

Thoma felt a rush course through his veins as your finger went into him, wiggling around trying to find his sweet spot. You noticed the way his back suddenly arched when you pressed onto a spot. Found it.

"Do you like it?" You asked innocently. The man nodded, and grinded his ass back against your finger. Adding another one in, Thoma let out a moan.

"Be careful now, we wouldn't want to broadcast your sinful behaviour to the others, right?" You chuckled seeing his eyes widened at the slightly loud sound he let out.

You added a third one in, and it was enough for Thoma to spray his cum onto your abdomen. The blonde felt embarrassed seeing himself cum that quickly, which was a given since he was still technically a virgin.

He believed an old proverb that read, "Only the purest virgins are capable to enrapturing the creators heart, one must save themselves should the creator took interest in them." Making him and many others save themselves upon discovering your arrival a few months back.

You undid his tie and places it onto the floor, combing his hair with your unoccupied hand. After a bit, you slide your fingers out, and held onto the fat of his cheeks.

"This will hurt, alot. But I promise it'll be okay." You assured the nervous blonde, who took a deep breath and nodded. Slowly and carefully, you pushed Thoma's hips down and letting his hole take your cock in. Thoma's hands that were once on your shoulders tugged onto your locks of hair, sucking in a sharp breath.

Halfway down, you stopped, letting him adjust to your size. You may be aloof at times, but you've always made sure your acolytes are comfortable during these sessions.

The man calmed himself down, giving you the green light. His hips were pushed down even more until his ass met your thighs.

"Are you alright?" You worriedly asked him as he was shaking. He nodded vigorously, and got himself comfortable resting his head on your shoulder.

You began to move slowly but even then you managed to brought him into another orgasm. Despite your hesitance to continue, he wanted more.

He let go of your hair, and placed his hands onto your shoulder. Raising his hips until only your tip remained in, before slamming them down until his ass met your thighs again.

Thoma repeated these movements over and over, arching his back like a bridge and water overflowing the tub and spilled onto the floor. You didn't mind his enthusiasm and began to help him out.

Eventually after a bit, he stopped as you emptied the fourth load into him. By now, the water was a murky colour and you chuckled.

"Thank you, dear. You've truly helped me relax." You kissed him one last time before pulling out of him. Truth be told, you were under alot of stress from managing the entirety of Teyvat, so having Thoma relieve that stress of yours really made you happy.

"I-I'm glad I could be of service, my lord..." And with that, he fell asleep on your shoulder. Using your powers you lifted the boy up while you unclogged the drain of the tub. Wrapping Thoma with a clean towel while you changed into new clothes, before you made your way to his bedroom, oblivious to the jealous stares Ayato casted upon your back.

#genshin impact cult au #genshin sagau #sub genshin #sagau smut #genshin impact #sub thoma #dom!reader

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drdtfuitgumies · 21 days

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(updated: 6th may 2024, i forgot to finish a sentence??? added a rule about ship asks)

this blog is unofficial, and not affiliated with danganronpa: despair time, the official danganronpa franchise, spike chunsoft, or nisa. all characters belong to danganronpa: despair time; all art is made by me unless stated otherwise.

continuity: -) (11/5/2024) arei has stolen david's hairclips and will be wearing them until further notice

let's have fun!! rules & quick faq under cut

blog explanation & rules

i'll be drawing the drdt characters in my fuit gumy style (example above, and also it needs to be spelt exactly that way). ideally i post one thing a day, but real life circumstances might help or hinder me

requests are currently open. i can't promise that i'll get to every request and i don't know if i can answer every ask, but i'll try my best!

i do not Bite but please be nice to me!! i am just a 1) gremlin 2) a Student who needs stability and routine

i can draw headcanons, aus, and such, but i'll be adhering to canon most of the time. also, i love weird combos too if you can find an explanation for them interacting whether platonically, romantically, or a secret third thing

if a request has multiple characters, please specify if you mean it romantically or not, so romantic interactions can be given ship tags as well. if it isn't specified in the request, i'll interpret it as platonic by default (i'm pretty dense and have trouble interpreting interactions sometimes)

i won't draw, read any of these asks, or interact with certain blogs if they contain: nsfw (out of personal comfort!), hate speech (what are you doing here), proship

this blog is NOT spoiler free! most of my art here is 99% going to be unserious shitposts anyways, but this is here just in case. also since drdt is 16+ this blog is 16+ too

any of my art posted in this blog can be used for personal use with credit (icons, headers, wallpapers, discord emotes for private servers and any other social media that lets you do that kinda stuff), but (for now) please don't repost in other social media (you can just share links if you'd like!)

quick faq before anyone asks

call me gremlyn (18+)! you can find me on @thatseitagremlin (drdt sideblog) / @iamjustagremlin (limbus main)

for this blog i draw with miro . com by default so i can restrict myself to a limited brush and color palette. this helps my brain not get distracted when drawing. depending on what tomfoolery i come up with or what requests i get i might use other apps though!

whit is the posterboy for this blog because he's my favorite character. my blorbo, if you will. my other faves are j, nico, and xander (i feel a Lot of cuteness aggression with xander specifically) if you're curious

i'm an omnivore and am fine with most ships but if i had to pick a ship to fight for it'd probably be charwhit or areiden. i also like jarei but i'm not sure if i prefer it platonically, romantically, or a secret third thing, and i'm not bothered enough to find out soon

also, do you guys know how to run an ask blog. because i don't. but once again, let's be nice and have fun!!

#pinned post #danganronpa despair time #drdt #fuit gumy art #whit young

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lunaetis · 1 month

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SEMI-HIATUS NOTICE.

as you guys might probably notice, my activity had dropped drastically for the past month or so. i've been assigned a big chunk of responsibility at work due to a coworker quitting. that had caused me to become extremely stressed as of late. i've been exhausted and overwhelmed. my writing muse is almost non-existent because of this. with that said, i think it's warranted that i put this blog on an official semi-hiatus. i'm still not sure for how long ( it's mostly until my company can find a replacement to handle the work i had been handed last minute. ) for now, it'd be indefinite until further notice.

i'll still pop in and try to write from time to time ( as writing is one of my main sources of destressing ) but other than a few things here & there, i can't promise much ic content on my end. thank you for your patience & understanding.

#.psa #.ooc #[ i'll reblog this a few times #but for sure i'll be active on 26th april for eden's birthday #bc i can't believe i've written this space raccoon for almost a year now #she had brought me so much joy so i for sure will not miss her birthday #but yes --- for now semi-hiatus until further notice ! ]

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nobrashfestivity · 1 year

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I hope this does not resonate with some meanness that i do not intend but I feel i should make a brief statement here about who I *Ahem* block.

I want to say first that most of you are great, real art lovers, people with interesting facts and insights and personal stories that enhance everyone’s appreciation. I’m grateful my followers here are these people, many of you have great blogs that have introduced me to things I didn’t know about, but there are a couple of things I just don’t like to see here.

Most of these categories are obvious, bigots, hateful speech etc., but something less onerous that does get on my nerves after a while, are people that feel a need to talk about how bad the art is. I know this may seem minor and it’s a free country and all that, but it bothers me on couple of levels to the point where if it keeps on happening, I block the people doing it. I’m sure this is not great offense to them and most of them probably never even notice, but I’ll just explain why, not be grandiose, but to avoid further misunderstandings.

The main issue is a pretty broad internet trend, which is the idea that if you have an opinion, you must share it. There’s nothing wrong with your opinion and in fact i have posted art myself that I don’t particularly like but I find interesting or significant in some way. Thought provoking is a good category itself even if it does not check your aesthetic boxes. But i’d ask people to examine what is supposedly added, outside of ego satisfaction, by showing up just to try to knock holes in something other people enjoy. I’m not talking here about a discussion. I think discussions are great about why someone likes or doesn’t get something. God knows I have a long list of art I can’t stand and am happy to chat about it. But, what I don’t do is find Jeff Koons paintings on tumblr and reply to them all “Garbage”. As tempting as that might be, It’s not adding anything and it might be inhibiting to someone from discovering something new they might like, when they have to read random hatred about it. i know it seems like a mild thing but I think it’s good for all of us to remember we don’t hold the definitive stance on art.

I find this particularly absurd and egotistical when it comes to everyone’s favorite easy target, abstract expressionism. You don’t have to like it! But Mark Rothko painted his last painting over 50 years ago. I guarantee you every learned pro or con is already on the books. Your “My kid could do that” comment embarrasses you, not him. It’s an annoyance to everyone to get these “I’m an artist and...”. Trust me, everyone is an artist, it’s not a special taste license. And, it also brings up the obvious point that, formalistically, your argument on de Kooning has no merit. Basically arguing that the only good painting is the one that really, really looks like the thing it is supposed to represent is, at best, an intellectual house of cards.

So please let people enjoy what they enjoy. I came late in life to certain things like On Kawara, who didn’t make a lot of sense to me until I saw in person how beautifully he painted. In sense there was a line for me to Japanese art traditions of craftsmanship that I already admired and he was following. It lent weight to his presentation of conceptual art. It became not just the idea but the beauty of the object and that made me love him.

Mostly, artists are just trying to express themselves and if they don’t do it in exactly the way you prefer, consider chalking that up to a difference in opinion.

As Orson Welles said, “When in doubt, don’t do anything.”

#personal

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front-facing-pokemon · 5 months

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I just found this blog so I'm jumping aboard the plushie bandwagon.

First we got Absol. (i feel like maybe i should've taken a closer-up picture but it's the face sooo)

Then a Wooloo

And, saving best for last, this Leafeon plush I own... of which I swear on my life is official merch.

I also have some more eeveelutions (plus an eevee and a few more) but: 1. I didn't want to send too many. 2. Eeveelutions are more popular so I wanted to give some other people the chance to submit their own. 3. I don't know where my Pikachu and Snivy plushies are cuz I own too many stuffed animals.

Only reason I submitted Leafeon was so I could show off this ~masterpiece~ of a plushie I own. And it's face isn't the only thing wrong with it too lol. Also I just noticed I accidentally had one of the ears hanging back but I'm too lazy to go take another photo but i hope this amuses you nonetheless.

ALRIGHT THERE'S BEEN A LOT OF YOU AS I'VE BEEN OUT WITH MY FAMILY FOR CHRISTMAS HUH

let's start with these guys. beautiful. wonderful. i do not believe that that leafeon is official merch. this statement is baffling to me. welcome to the front-facing pokémon family. i love the eyes on that absol and wooloo is one of my faves. i was rather obsessed with it when it first came out and have a whole wooloo tag on my main blog because of it. though i guess i cleared that whole thing out recently so i don't anymore

let's get the nose ratings out of the way:

↑ this is a lie. 10/10 chespin

it's very wide and also 10/10 you're being too harsh. merry day to you too

circular face indeed. did i already post this one? if i did you can have it again

clodsire be upon ye. clodsire fans this is your treat until gen 9

this is a trend now. i think tumblr just crunched this image to hell for some reason so here's what the text says:

"Felt like joining the others for front facing pokeplushies [images] I have more pokemon but its early morning and these are the plushies that are easy to access"

i have not but i imagine "a moment" has long passed by now. my apologies but apparently today was an important day or something? idk

YEAH it's super unbelievably fucked up. i think i kinda remember the circumstance being a bit dire so everyone else was more worried about either 1. protagonist getting stomped on brutally or 2. saving the world from kyurem / the bittercold. i was totally under the impression that he was dead in that moment but i guess the characters may have known that he would just come back? i seem to vaguely remember partner being surprised that he came back and being like "but we watched you die :OOO" but maybe i'm misremembering that. i do create a lot of pmd lore on my own time so i have a hard time telling the difference between canon and fanon sometimes

two a day makes the world go round! this blog started when i started college, paused for 80% of my college career and now has started back up and i just graduated college a week ago. i would say "how time flies" but it has been a very, very long year

i've said it before and i'll say it again: gen 6 is my favorite gen, so you'll be seeing lots of favor for this gen from me in the tags i'm sure. maybe gen 6 is my excuse to start doing other things here. like that stream i keep talking about

if they put meloetta as a little obscure puzzle thang in sv, i'm sure they'll do something for genesect. i hope. at least for keldeo probably. genesect i'm not sure is very popular, unfortunately, outside of the tumblr crowd. if the general public's opinion on genesect is favorable, then maybe

okay and then i tried to scroll down further in my screenshots for more asks and saw the wobbly will smith in a hospital bed Gimme a Hug, Man that i copied from the "i get a little bit genghis kanghis" post so that's it. to everyone who christmases: merry it. it is today. although it's basically over by now so! merry boxing day for tomorrow if i don't say anything tomorrow. but i probably will. now i'm gonna go queue up today's 'mons because i haven't done it yet today. see you all in a few weeks when those post

#gti spoilers #under the cut. don't look if you haven't played it it's an amazing game #not pkmn #nose ratings #about to queue up gogoat and pancham so be ready for those in a while

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jawritter · 1 year

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Something About Fate...

Chapter 2

Summary: Y/N has been homeless and living on the streets of Dallas, Texas since the start of Covid. Until one day, a handsome, green eyes strange notices her and turns her whole world upside down.

Warning: Homelessness, fear of sex trafficking, brief mention of past relationship. Brief mention of almost assault.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (eventually).

Word Count: 4519

A/N: This series is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! This series will contain mature content eventually, and therefore is unsuitable for persons under 18 years of age! Anyone under the age of 18 will be blocked for my blog! Thanks so much for reading! I hope you all enjoy this series!

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“Dangerously low temperatures will reach through all of Dallas and the surrounding counties tonight as the arctic blast pushes its way further south, plunging almost all of Texas into a deadly cold where temperatures will remain well below freezing for the next two days,” the distant voice of the weatherman announced on a television set that was perched on the wall of the lavish, or at least lavish to Y/N, hotel that Jensen walked her into, waving off someone that looked like hotel staff as they rushed towards the pair in the otherwise empty lobby.

“It’s fine,” Jensen announced quickly, “She’s with me.”

The man looked understandably confused but nodded and backed away from Jensen towards his perch by the wall, his dark brown eyes drifting back to the weather channel that continued to report the excessive cold temperatures.

Somewhere, way deep down in the darkest corner of her subconscious, Y/N had a feeling had Jensen not found her on the side of the little sandwich shop tonight, well, there’s no nice way to say it, she most likely would have frozen to death due to the rain and plummeting temperatures.

She shivered hard as Jensen led her through the expansive lobby towards a small room off to the side of the check in desk, fishing at his wallet as he did so.

To say she felt out of place was an understatement. There were expensive looking furnishings sitting about the room on pristine marble tiled floors. She was pretty sure you could go through there with a white glove on the tables and lamps that sat around and not even find a speck of dust on them, making her feel like the dirtiest thing in the room, and judging by the guy’s reaction when they walked in, he agreed with her assessment.

“I know you’re cold honey,” Jensen said, placing a steady hand on her lower back as he led her into the small store-like area the hotel had set up for guests to purchase things they may have forgotten to pack for their stay. It had things like snacks, soaps, shampoo and conditioner, feminine sanitary products, razors; just about anything one would need if they were going to have to stay suddenly overnight, which she was. Still, she never expected Jensen to bring her into the little room to get her anything, he’d already fed her and brought her out of the cold for the night, what more could she really ask for? He’d already done more than she felt like she deserved, even if she wasn’t entirely sure of his motives…

“Okay,” Jensen said as he closed the door behind the pair of them. “I know you don’t have much, and I’m sure you don’t have a lot to bath with,” he said as he made his way around the room, grabbing bottles of soap, shampoo, conditioner, and razors. “I’m sure you don’t want to smell like a guy. Grab what you want or need, money isn’t a problem.”

Y/N stood there stunned into silence as she watched him gathering bottles of soap and hair products, even deodorant. She couldn’t even move an inch. She was rooted in the spot, staring at him with wide eyes, afraid if she blinked, she’d wake up from whatever dream this was, and find herself outside freezing to death again.

“I know that they don’t have clothes here, but we can tackle that in the morning. I got some extra stuff that’s probably gonna swallow you whole, but at least you will be warm and dry,” he continued as he turned around to find her standing by the door, stunned and trembling from sheer to God shock as well as being cold.

His features softened, and he stepped forward with the items he’d collected in his arms, making sure to keep his voice as calm and unthreatening as possible.

“I know you must think I’m nuts, but trust me just a little, okay? I just want to help you.”

Y/N nodded, forcing the sudden flow of tears that threatened to make their famous appearance at bay because she didn’t want to cry in front of this man, this stranger. Though, no one had ever wanted to help her before. No one.

“Finding everything you need Mr. Ackles?” A younger woman said from the little door that opened up at the top, revealing the other side of the desk at the entrance. Jensen quickly cleared his throat, and nodded at the girl before passing what he had in his arms, along with a black credit card towards her for payment.

“Yeah, this should get us started,” he told her as she bagged the toiletries for him. “Can you tell them I’ll be ordering room service later tonight, as well as a laundry pick up in the morning? If one of you guys wants a little extra tip, I might get someone that is willing to make a Walmart pick up for me as well tomorrow.”

“Absolutely,” she answered him, giving him what Y/N recognized right away as a very flirtatious smile. It made her wonder if they knew each other more than just from the hotel. Maybe Jensen had a habit of picking up women.

Jensen paid the girl no mind as he took the bag from her hand, mumbling a quick, ‘thanks’, before guiding Y/N back through the door they had come in from, and towards the double elevator that stood in the foyer.

There were a few people standing around by now, but none of them seemed to pay the pair any mind as they waited for the doors to open for them. Y/N was grateful. She didn’t really like it when people started to look or pay close attention to her, because that’s when someone would complain, and when people complained, it usually meant she was about to get tossed out, told to move, or something was about to be ruined for her all because she was obstructing the local “Karen’s” view.

Mercifully, they didn’t have to wait long for the elevator to open, and even more miraculously, it was free of other guests. Still, she didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until they closed securely behind her, and Jensen reached around to hit the button that would bring them to the top floor.

That’s when the reality of what was happening really started to dawn on her as Jensen stood next to her, bag of products in his hands, seemingly unfazed by his damp hair or shirt. Then again, maybe she wasn’t as cold as she was just terrified…

Truely, he was the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on, now that she really could stop and look at him safely. She couldn’t understand why the hell he’d noticed someone like her. Most of the time, men like Jensen just ignored her when they walked by on the street. The only men that really paid girls like her any kind of attention lived on the street too, or they were some creeper that usually ended up having to be put in their place so that they would leave her alone.

She didn’t understand, and maybe she never would.

The elevator doors opened as the lift came to a slow halt, and Jensen placed a firm hand on her back as he led her through the doors to the empty hallway, and down to what was almost the last room before fishing out his key card, and opening the door for her to step inside first.

Her legs felt like they had a ton and a half of bricks tied to them, but somehow, despite what was probably her better judgment, Y/N stepped inside of the immaculate room. The only real evidence that Jensen was even staying there was the phone charger that was plugged up on the small bar, that had a tiny sink attached to it, and a black suitcase that sat in the corner by the large window in the room, overlooking downtown Dallas.

It was really coming down now, and she could tell by the amount of condensation on the window of the warm room that the temperature must really be dropping fast outside.

“It’s not much,” Jensen said behind her as he locked the door, and a cold chill ran down her spine as a fast moment of possible regret flooded her system. Usually when men brought a woman to a room and locked the door behind them, what followed wasn’t a good thing. “But this is all the convention hotel had left. I guess a lot of people got stranded at the airport the way we all did because of the weather.”

Y/N didn’t want to look pathetic by pointing out that his ‘not much’ to her look like a fucking palace! In the room there was a small kitchen, dishwasher included, it had been years since she’d seen one of those, a full-sized fridge, couch, and a large king-sized bed off to the side, with a room adjacent that she assumed was the bathroom, which she also assumed was probably just as grandiose as the room she was standing in seemed.

For years, she’d lay on park benches or under overpasses at night, looking at the lights from these buildings, hoping, praying, wishing she could just stay a night in one of those rooms, just one night to break the cycle.

“Y/N?” Jensen called her name, standing somewhat close to her, causing her to jump back from him, and he immediately threw his hands in the air and took a step backward in an attempt to show her that he meant no harm. “Are you okay sweetheart?”

She only nodded, because at this point, she didn’t really know how ‘okay’ she actually was, or how ‘okay’ she was going to walk away from this.

Jensen passed her the bag of products he’d collected for her downstairs, and cleared his throat, suddenly a little more awkward than he was a moment ago. “Bathroom’s through there,” he nodded towards the bedroom area of the room before stepping beside her and making his way over to the suitcase, digging out a white T-shirt and a pair of black jogging shorts before bringing them over to her.

“They’re gonna be huge on you,” he said with an embarrassed chuckle, "but they're dry, and in the morning, we will see about getting you some clothes that actually fit.”

Y/N tried to smile, but fell short somewhere as a trail of tears made their way down her cheek in spite of herself.

Jensen made no hesitation at stepping forward and wrapping her up in a crushing hug as if he was going to do all that he could manage to hold her together. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Jensen attempted to assure her, which for some reason only made her cry harder. Because honestly, she didn’t feel as if everything was going to be alright, and she hadn’t felt like anything was going to be alright for a long time. “One step at a time, okay? Let’s start with getting you showered, and dry, okay?” Jensen said, placing his lips briefly to the side of her forehead. Maybe he was just an affectionate person? Either way it distracted her enough to calm her down, and maybe that’s all he wanted to do. Distract her, so she nodded, cleared her throat, and unwillingly pushed herself out of his hold gently.

“You go get cleaned up,” Jensen prompted, “take your time, there’s no rush. It’s not like either of us have anywhere to be and I’m sure it’s been a while since you’ve been able to take some time to yourself. I’m gonna change into something dry myself, and order a fuck ton of junk food, then we’re just gonna chill for tonight, and maybe get to know one another a little bit better.”

“Thank you,” Y/N finally forced herself to say as she turned and made her way on shaky legs towards the biggest bathroom she’d ever been in and closed the door, locking it behind her because deep down, she was still a little afraid of Jensen. Some of the best serial killers out there were abnormally attractive men.

She took a deep breath and looked around the pristine, white room with a huge shower and sink. She shook from head to toe as she made her way over to the sink to sit down her borrowed clothing and her bag of toiletries. That’s when she saw herself in the mirror for the first time in days, and honestly, she didn’t recognize the woman that looked back at her.

Her hair was a mess, her face was dirty even though she'd just bathed two days ago at the splash pad showers. There was a cut on her cheek that she didn’t even remember getting, and her close looked somewhat dingy and ragged out like a used dish-cloth.

There was a time she wouldn’t leave her apartment until she had a full face of makeup, and not a hair out of place. Now, she sat on the street corners looking like this. How the hell did Jensen even stand to hug her?

With utter disgust in herself, she reached over and turned on the shower, letting the spray run hot as she quickly rid herself of her clothing, and tossed them into an empty laundry bag on the floor provided by the hotel, and stepped inside the scalding spray, attempting to wash at least some of it all away, at least for tonight.

She scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until she thought her skin might peel off of her. She did the same with her hair, and even went as far to shave the things she’d neglected shaving in years, and by the time she was finished, she almost felt human again for the first time in three years.

Once she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, hair wrapped in a towel, and her body draped in a fluffy white towel of its own, she stepped in front of the mirror and whipped the steam away, revealing the ghost of the girl she once knew. She looked older than she remembered. There were a few more lines around her eyes. She was too thin for her liking. She had dark circles under her eyes. She looked tired and sad. Nothing like the girl that she remembered, but somehow the same.

A soft knock on the door of the bathroom made her nearly jump over the sink as if someone had yelled at her to get out, then she remembered it was probably just Jensen, and that she was allowed to be here, she didn’t have to run away.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna order us some ice cream, is there any particular flavor you prefer?”

Y/N placed her hand over her now racing heart and grabbed the shirt that lay on the counter in front of her, and he was right, this thing was gonna swallow her, which worked out, because she didn’t have a clean bra, and now after having a decent bath, she really didn’t want to put the clothes she had on in the backpack and make herself feel dirty again.

“No, not really,” she answered, her own voice sounding almost robotic as it echoed through the bathroom back at her.

Apparently she wasn’t the only strange person who craved ice cream when it was freezing outside, she supposed that was at least one thing they had in common anyway…

She listened until Jensen’s footsteps wandered off toward the other side of the hotel before she pulled the jogging shorts over her body, and tied the strings to keep them from falling before she quickly pulled the hairbrush out of the bag on the counter Jensen had purchased for her, and ran it through her towel dried hair before inspecting herself in the mirror for the final time before she knew she had to go out and face the man in the other room.

She looked like a completely different person.

It sent a pain through her chest knowing that this might be the last time she ever got to see the ghost of her former self before Jensen was done with her, and she was thrust back into the streets, if she lived at all.

After having just a taste of what it was like to live again, she really didn’t know if she would survive it. She didn’t think she could go back to it.

With a final long breath, Y/N opened the bathroom door, and found Jensen sitting on the bed, a pair of gray sweats and a black T-shirt stretched over his impressive chest. He looked like a damn model and not even a real person. His green gaze lifted from his phone in his hand to where Y/N stood in the threshold of the bedroom, stunned by the God of a man sitting there in front of her, and he blinked in surprise as he set up straighter and took her in like a man about to thirst to death. Apparently she looked that bad to him too when he’d picked her up. That stung.

“Feel better?” Jensen questioned before reaching next to him and patting the bed on the opposite side, that’s when she noticed the TV sitting on the end table in front of him. “Come sit down, it’s okay.”

Y/N’s feet carried her reluctantly towards the bed, and for a moment, she could only stand there and stare at it. It had been years since she’d sat on a bed, much less slept in one.

“The food I ordered will be here in about an hour,” Jensen revealed, watching her as she sat slowly on the edge of the bed as if it might bite her, or that he might bite her, she wasn’t sure which yet.

In truth, she wasn’t sure if she’d even mind if he bit her…

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind she snuffed it out. That was playing with fire, and she didn’t really want to die that way, no matter how hot he was.

“I hope you don’t mind me asking, but I’m curious, and a bit nosey I guess, but how did you end up living on the streets?” Jensen questioned, turning the volume down on the television in front of him before he turned slightly on the bed to face her.

She cleared her throat, and tried to relax against the pile of pillows that was behind her, but it felt strange, too soft maybe? Maybe she was too wired up to relax, either way, she knew he’d end up asking her questions, and in all fairness, he did kinda save her life tonight, cause she was convinced the cold would have killed her.

“I was a travel agent when Covid hit,” she revealed, “the virus shut us all down, and I lost my job. Around the same time the world came to a spiraling stop, my ex boyfriend decided I wasn’t good enough for his standards anymore, so I lost my roommate, and half my rent all in the same wack. Well, I never was able to find work again after that. I lost my apartment, and now I’m here.”

Jensen swallowed thickly as he sat and listened to her talk, the same sad expression on his face that he had when he first found her.

“I’m not some drug head or alcoholic,” Y/N defended quickly, knowing that is what people usually thought when they saw someone that was homeless like she was. “People just didn’t start opening shit up again for two years, and it’s hard to find a job when no one will hire someone homeless because they’re high risk. It's a deep pit, and once you're in it…”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you,” Jensen voiced, and for some reason, she believed him. Like he meant it and wasn’t just saying it. “And I never believed that you were an addict, you were too sober when I found you.”

“What made you bring me here?” Y/N suddenly blurted out the questions she’d been asking herself over and over again. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

For a second, she thought she had offended him, but Jensen just kinda shrugged, and started to play with the hem of his shirt.

“I— I don’t really know,” Jensen admitted. “It’s not like I make a habit of picking up young women off the street and bringing them back to my hotel room. But there’s just something about you… I don’t know, I just couldn’t leave you there alone.”

Y/N swallowed thickly, there was a truth in his voice, even if it didn’t make sense. He didn’t even know why he brought her here himself. Which only solidified the belief for her that after he woke up in the morning, she would be back out in the cold. When whatever this infatuation wore off he had with her.

“I’ll be out of your hair in the morning,” Y/N announced, “or I can leave right now if you want me to. Hell, you’ve already done more for me than what I deserve—”

“No!” Jensen all but yelled as he reached and grabbed her hand to stop her from standing. “No, you’re not going back out there. It’s freezing, and just—no. Sweetheart, I’ve gathered you probably don’t know how I am, if so you’re good at hiding it, but I can help you. Let me help you.”

There it was again, those damn tears that threatened to make their famous reappearance. But crying did no good, so there was no point in crying…

“I’m sorry,” Jensen apologized quickly as he sat up and slid over closer to where she was sitting. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I didn’t mean to yell. I just really, really don’t want you to go back out there to live on the streets. Y/N please, let me help you.”

“I don’t want to be someone’s charity case Jensen, I mean, it’s nice of you to give a damn. No one ever really has before, but I don’t want to be some leech or something that attaches herself to a man just to get off the streets.”

“Okay, that’s fine, work for me then, and while you work for me, you can live with me, and get back on your feet. I’m willing to take a chance with you. You said no one else was. Well, I am. You said you were a travel agent and my job requires a lot of traveling, and I need someone to organize and keep my shit together, like an assistant. That way you don’t feel like you’re mooching, cause you’re not going back out there if I have anything to say about it.”

Y/N sat there stunned into complete and utter silence, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She didn’t see that coming, not by a long shot. She was so shocked she didn’t even know what to say. After all the bad luck she’d had over the years, all the heartbreak and failure, could this be the turn around? Could he really be the end of it all?

“But… Jensen I don’t even know what you do for a living. You don’t know me at all, I could be a psycho, hell you could be a serial killer for all I know! And you just want me to move in with you? Work for you? A complete and total stranger?”

Jensen shrugged and gave her a smirk that damn near melted her borrowed clothing off of her. “I know, it sounds crazy, but that’s part of the fun of it all isn’t it? Wouldn’t taking a chance with me be better than going back out there? Honey I can make sure you want for nothing, I can assure you of that. Once you get on your feet again, and you get your life back, I’m not gonna hold you hostage somewhere, you can go, but I can’t let you go back out on the streets, I just can’t.”

Y/N swallowed and looked down at the hand he still had tightly wrapped around her own as if she was about to run away if he let her go, and honestly, for a moment, she did consider it, but the offer he was making her was one she didn’t think that she could ever refuse. He offered her an out. A way back into the world of the living so to speak, and she had no doubt that he could make sure she wanted for nothing, he’d already shown her that much.

She really, really didn’t want to go back…

“Okay, fine,” she agreed, and Jensen almost breathed an audible side of relief. “But what is it that you even do? Because you’re right, I have no idea who you are, and I’m still not totally convinced you’re not a nut that’s gonna try to kill me in my sleep.”

Jensen lost it, legitimately lost it, as he fell over on his side of the bed in a fit of hysterical laughter, but Y/N was dead serious. Which to him probably made it even funnier.

“I’m an actor,” he finally said once he’d composed himself. “I’m not a fucking serial killer, I swear, though I have played on one TV.”

It hit here then, the convention, he must have been one of the actors featured here, that’s why she thought she saw a shaven, slightly younger picture of him on a banner on the way up into the hotel.

“Hey,” Jensen said, when he saw her looking off towards the door, completely shocked and lost in thought. “Nightmare over sweetheart, you don’t ever have to go back to that again, I swear it.”

Y/N’s mouth opened, but she was interrupted by a knock on the door, which made her jump off of the bed as if she needed to run. If Jensen really was serious about hiring her, she wasn’t off to a great first impression…

“It’s okay,” Jensen assured her as he stood up to make his way towards the door. “It’s just the food I ordered. You’re safe here.”

She wanted to believe him, she really did, but it was going to take some serious adjusting for her to believe him, because somehow, she still expected this all to be a lie, and the rug to get pulled out from under her at any moment. Now that she saw a glimmer of hope, a light at the end of a long, dark tunnel, she didn’t think she could take it if it all fell apart. She needed this to work, she needed him to save her. She just didn’t know how to admit it out loud yet.

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