#(AND because it calls out the dumbasses saying she's a bitch for it)

[welostheplot]

── stream sniped

a one-shot about streamer!ellie falling for a random influencer who wants nothing to do with her (except she actually does).

content: streamer!ellie x influencer!reader, modern au, strangers to lovers, ellie's down bad, so is reader you’re just better at hiding it, twitch chat/discord sever/titkok comment antics (that were a bitch to write ngl), MDNI 18+, fingering (r!receiving), oral sex (e!receiving), there's like a splash of meta during the smut that made me giggle when deciding to include it, reader described as having a clit

word count: 5.6k

author's note: so this is where i reveal myself as having quite a bit of knowledge about streaming/gaming/chronic online-ness in general. also, does this count as loser!ellie? am i part of the gang?! anyways, i hope you enjoy!

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: we're soooooo back 😤 !discord !drops

“alright, alright,” ellie muttered, dragging a hand down her face as she leaned toward her second monitor. “let’s do today’s discord submissions. i’ve been skipping out on them because you guys have been fucking weird lately, so... don’t make me regret this.”

her camera’s a little off-center—she obviously just rolled out of bed, the unmade sheets still visibly rumpled in the background, and her hair's clearly unbrushed beyond probably a haphazard comb through with her fingers.

ghostpeekr: !!!!!!!! tryqt: BE NICE ELLIE elliesdischarge: i just sent a pic of my cat meow for her rn whiffytiffany: is she playing with chat members for fortnite tonight???? elliethrows4me: dude make your bed.

ellie sighed, already regretting everything. “i never make my bed, you guys know this by now” she grumbled, clicking into her discord anyway. the #stream-submissions channel lit up immediately. “alright. what are we working with today…”

she scrolled through hundreds of chats, stopping at the ones with the most reactions. first up was a photo of someone’s dog.

she squinted. “this is your… dog?” it’s a tiny, wet-looking chihuahua wrapped in a blanket like a human baby.

“that’s—okay, listen, i’m sure she’s very sweet. but she looks like kind of like a maggot? why the fuck are her eyes doing that.”

lootsluttt: LMFAOOOO v4nitymirror: SHE’S MY BABY ellieclips: you’re the maggot-looking one actually. princessp3ach: UR GOING TO HELL

she kept scrolling.

“okay, next up—dinner pic. we’ve got noodles, veggies… chicken? that’s chicken, right?” she tilted her head. “yeah, okay. this looks gas. eight out of ten. presentation is questionable, but i’d eat it.”

nerfventure: W DINNER flick_n_trick: it’s pad thai dumbass ecam96: NOT U CALLING IT UGLY NotElliesAlt: u’d eat anything tho

ellie glanced at chat and snorted. “okay, but i’m a growing girl, i’ve got a big appetite!”

elliesdischarge: i got something you can eat message deleted by a moderator. dusty_diamond: RATE MY SETUP PLSSSS I JUST POSTED IT sandydunez: okay so where’s the growing part tho?

next post. it was a tiktok.

she paused. “okay, wait. is this gonna get me banned like the last time?”

the video started playing anyway. one of those dramatic thirst edits. saweetie’s my type blasted in the background, and a slideshow began: a list titled in giant capital letters:

“THE HOTTEST WOMEN ON THE PLANET — RANKED.”

ellie raised a brow. “mmmkay. hot women, my specialty. let’s see who made the cut.”

#5 was some instagram model. she nodded approvingly. “valid…”

#4 was a streamer she knew—kind of annoying in real life. she wrinkled her nose. “mid. there’s better streamers out there, you know. ones that might be on your screen. like…right now. i dunno, just saying.”

#3 was that girl from a CW show that everyone insisted was underrated.

#2 was a picture of asami from nickolodeon’s the legend of korra.

she looked at the camera. “okay, but, like…deadass, why am i not on here? this one’s not even a real person?”

leilaniiii: GIRL BE FR nonbinarybullets: 💀💀💀 elliesyumyum: ur like top 17 at best tima0911: not everything is about you smelly.

she flipped off the camera, a grin tugging at her mouth. “you guys have no taste.”

and then—#1.

the music swelled. the tiktok cut to a clip of you.

it was casual, not even a thirst trap—just you in a tank top and sweats, talking to your chat, laughing at something off screen. it was one of those clips where someone was effortlessly attractive without trying, and ellie immediately leaned closer to her screen.

she blinked. “who even is that?”

whiffytiffany: NO WAY mikuirl: THAT’S MOTHER maybemaddie: HER @ IS pastaluvrrr NotElliesAlt: ELLIE BE SERIOUS

ellie’s brows pulled together, genuinely confused. “i’ve literally never seen her in my life. also her user is literally pasta lover. i’m supposed to be impressed?”

usuallylurkin: L + RATIO + SHE'S HOTTER THAN U ellieclips: ur username is smellie btw paine_45: she's like famous famous slaystation_: SHE’S SO GFFFF

she waved a dismissive hand and clicked off the video.

“never heard of her,” she muttered, already loading up fortnite. “anyways. queueing up squads. if you stream snipe and don’t let me win, you’re getting banned.”

it took approximately four hours.

four hours between ellie squinting at your face on stream and someone from her chat catching her lurking in your comment section.

the tiktok in question wasn’t even that serious. you’d filmed yourself in your bathroom mirror, hair half up, wearing one of those off-the-shoulder baggy t-shirts, mouthing along to some audio.

and right there, in the comments section, was ellie’s account:

@ smellie: “wait she’s kinda bad tho”

of course, one of her viewers immediately took a screenshot before ellie even had the chance to delete it. not that she would’ve. but still.

by midnight, the screenshot had already gone viral.

a photo post popped up on for you pages everywhere, featuring a zoomed-in screenshot of the comment with saweetie playing again in the background (naturally). the caption read:

“i think ellie figured out who she was.”

it had 70k likes within the hour.

and, of course—you reposted it.

the comments on the post immediately flooded with:

“OMG SHE REPOSTED” “not ellie switching up so fast” “ellie back up SHE’S MINE”

meanwhile, ellie’s discord exploded.

#general was moving so fast, the mods were genuinely worried:

smelly mod #7: sooooo @ smellie we saw the tiktok 😭

within minutes, ellie herself was typing.

smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: GUYS chill out omg smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: you’re literally blowing my street cred smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: also there was NOTHING wrong with what i said. she’s fine asf. i was simply making an observation

naturally, no one let her breathe.

ashieee: street cred????? wizard bupple: what streets u live in wyoming cuh ellie's gf #real #actually: remember when u didn’t know or care who she was

ellie attempted damage control.

smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: okay FIRST OF ALL, wyoming can get scrappy. i have plenty of cred. smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: and SECOND OF ALL. y’all clipped me out of context smelly mod #2: you literally said “who even is that” allyson.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱: in 4k babe. we got u in 4k

at some point, she just gave up.

smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: i hate all of you smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: ok but if someone made very hot, sexy romantical edits of us tg i’d probably hate you a little less smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: #otp?! 🥺

smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: new drop just landed. ur welcome 😎 tiktok.com/smellie

it was… a thirst trap.

or her version of one, which meant it was shot in her kitchen with bad lighting and camera half-tilted, lip-syncing to some dumb audio while wearing a backwards hat.

before her regulars could even start roasting her for it, someone had already forwarded the message from #announcements to #general with a reply:

pastalover: nobody’s watching ts 🤣

the server went feral.

laffey ʚɞ: HELLO???? marisol (she/they): EXCUSE ME??? ellie's shift key: you mean to tell me she has been here the whole time??? smellie #1 streamer and pro fortnite player: YOU’RE IN HERE??????

ellie immediately direct messaged you.

smellie: you’ve been lurking like a freak smellie: you didn’t even say hi smellie: and THAT’S what you break the silence with??? pastalover: be grateful i even watched it enough to know it was cringe

and then, a day later, you went live.

a rare event. your streams weren’t regular—more like when you were bored and felt cute. your overlay was minimal. just chat, a little corner cam, and non-copyrighted lofi in the background.

you were doing a get ready with me stream, mid-eyeliner, when you glanced over at chat and smirked.

"yes, i saw ellie’s most recent tiktok. yes, i wish i hadn’t.” you said, voice lazy with disinterest. “she’s, like, obsessed with me.”

topnoodle44: MY OLD MARRIED COUPLE 🥰 0ping: BE SERIOUS ellieuseslightmode: ellie’s gonna faint altaccnumber26: she’s in chat rn btw iclutchforpastalover: she’s BEEN in chat

you paused.

“oh.” you looked at the camera with a raised brow. “she’s here? figures.”

ellie’s username popped up in chat two seconds later.

smellie: looking so good bestie 😳 smellie: drop the lip combo smellie: or come here and kiss me so i can try it on smellie: wait who said that-

you rolled your eyes. “i use a revlon lip liner in the shade mauve and then the elf lip oil in the shade jam session. not that these words would mean anything to you.”

smellie: blah blah blah. proper name, place name, backstory stuff.

you scoffed. “you’re unserious.”

mikuirl: just admit you kinda like her flirting maybemaddie: WAIT I LOVE THE ELF LIP OILS WE’RE SO TWINNINGGGG NotElliesAlt: ellie barely remembers chapstick LMAO chousey203: i can’t tell if you curve her bc you hate her or bc you like her

“actually, i’m doing a public service. her ego needs balance.”

smellie: my ego’s doing fine. it’s my heart that’s in danger.

laughing, you leaned into the camera. “see? she’s like… weirdly committed to the bit.”

smellie: this isn’t a bit 🧍‍♂️

you stared at the chat, deadpan. “sooo, yeah. back to the tutorial. mods, can someone time ellie out for 300 seconds.”

smellie: WTF message deleted by a moderator.

the entire interaction was timestamped, clipped, and in about 15 different tiktoks within minutes.

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: carrying @ pastaluvrrr in fortnite

“okay,” ellie said confidently, leaning so excitedly forward into her mic her voice came out slightly fuzzy and bass-boosted, “fortnite is all about communication. precision. teamwork. and—most importantly—aura. follow my lead, you’ll be fine.”

“don’t you literally die first in every match?” you replied, sipping your drink without looking at the screen.

ellie scoffed. “i—okay, first of all, that’s slander. second of all, my KD ratio is… hold on…”

there was a pause as she scrambled to look it up.

“…okay, next topic” she mumbled after a beat. “ready up for me.”

ecam96: girl she gagged u elliesdischarge: ur trash but ur hot so it’s fine jmattsz: you’re both gonna get clapped in 2 minutes besosss: SHE SAID FOLLOW HER LEAD 😭

“wait,” you said as you readied up, “how do i do the little dance?”

ellie gasped. “oh my god. you don’t have any emotes.”

“i don’t play this game!”

“yeah, no kidding,” she muttered. “hold on. i’m gonna flex real quick.”

your screen suddenly showed her character cycling through a ridiculous line-up of skins—spider-man, ariana grande, peely in a tuxedo.

“i cannot believe you spend real life money on this shit,” you said flatly.

“hey! some of them are gifted, okay?”

“your chat literally hates you, babe. who is gifting you anything?”

“HEY.”

slaystation_: did i just hear "babe" 👀👀👀 macetotheface: she’s negging her ON STREAM ellieclips: ellie FIGHT BACK.

the game loaded in and she yelled at you to thank the bus driver like you had any idea how to do that or what she even meant. she picked some obscure landing spot and said “trust me” like she hadn’t already proven herself deeply untrustworthy.

you landed. broke open a chest. got a shotgun.

then immediately got shot in the back.

“oh my god,” you groaned. “ellie. help.”

ellie was halfway across the town, looting.

“you’re downed already?! hang on, hang on,” she said. “i’m coming. hey, don’t crawl away—wait.”

her character—bruno mars, she’d finally settled on—stood over you uselessly as the timer for the revive slowly ticked down.

“what are you waiting for, get me!”

“say please.”

“the fuck?”

“say 'pretty please with a cherry on top my most gracious streamer and fortnite carry god, ellie.'”

a beat.

you rolled your eyes, then smirked at the camera, clearing your throat and lilting breathily into your mic, “puhleeease, ellie?”

ellie stopped moving entirely, the tips of her ears going red in her grainy facecam. her character continued to stand there, unmoving.

“hello?” you prompted. “ellie?”

“sorry,” she said quickly, nervously tucking her hair behind her ears. “uhhhh.. got distracted by something.”

v4nitymirror: KEEP IT TOGETHER. looten_scooten: ellie.exe has stopped working elliethrows4me: she’s in love ur honor

she revived you with shaking hands and zero cover, getting absolutely lit up right after by a sniper.

“WHY DID YOU MAKE ME SAY THAT IF YOU WERE JUST GONNA DIE?”

“i panicked!!”

you cackled as the enemy finished her off, her reboot card popping up with all her loot (a grey pistol and a fishing pole).

and then—something strange happened.

as you ran to hide behind a tree, fully expecting to die immediately, two other players—clearly stream snipers—ran up to you. instead of killing you, they dropped guns. medkits. ammo. one of them started building a small base around your body like a protective little guard dog.

“ummm,” you said slowly, “are these… fans? what’s happening here”

“what the hell?” ellie said from the death screen. “they literally murdered me and are now… escorting you?”

one of the players' characters emoted and blew a kiss to you.

you laughed so hard you snorted a little. “babe. i think i have a fan club.”

“this is fuckin’ rigged,” ellie muttered. “i die first and you get princess treatment?”

you turned your character in a circle, doing a default dance in return for their affection.

“okay,” she said, “they’re banned. all of them. from chat. for life.”

boostedbytenshi: THEY’RE PROTECTING HER 😭😭😭 ayayayaim: reveal yourselves in chat this is too funny elliebutinallcaps: jealous!ellie i fear sandydunez: actual carrying. ellie could never.

you made it to the top five before your guards were finally overwhelmed and killed. you screamed as you got sniped out of a bush.

“so close,” you groaned, slumping back in your chair.

ellie sounded smug. “see? told you you needed me.”

you raised a brow. “i outlived you by, like, eight minutes.”

“semantics.”

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: IRL OVERCOOKED w/ baeee (pastaluvrrr)

ellie’s kitchen wasn’t exactly equipped for a baking stream. one of the cameras was actually just her laptop with a built-in cam propped up on a couple of books, the $19.99 two-pack of cheap amazon microphones left much to be desired, and someone—ellie—had forgotten to actually buy half the ingredients before you flew in.

nevertheless, the chat was buzzing at the concept of seeing you and ellie actually interacting together, in-person.

“okay,” ellie said, clapping flour-covered hands together despite the recipe not even calling for flour, “welcome to my kitchen. today we’re making… brownies.”

“from a box,” you added.

“from the heart,” she corrected, nudging your hip with hers.

NotElliesAlt: “brownies” is code for sesbian lex isn’t it usuallylurkin: HELLO? THAT HIP BUMP elliesyumyum: when are y’all just gonna make out

you glanced at the recipe on the back of the box and back at the counter.

“you didn’t preheat the oven.”

“i—” ellie looked down. “i forgot.”

“ellie.”

“i got distracted.”

“by what?”

she looked at you. you stared back.

chat was going a mile a minute despite being on slow-mode.

“riiiiight,” you said slowly, turning to grab a mixing bowl like your pulse wasn’t suddenly doing backflips. “anyways. dry ingredients.”

ellie poured in the bagged mix way too fast, a cloud of dust puffing out from the bowl making you both cough.

"careful, ellie."

she laughed, leaning in to read chat, her face taking up half of the camera.

"holy jumpscare, could you get any closer?"

ellieuseslightmode: back up WE'RE SCARED topnoodle44: where are her sweats from theyre so cute :00 elliethrows4me: can we start a prediction on whether or not they'll burn the brownies

she just laughed, her eyes continuing to skim through the messages. "where are the sweats from?" she leaned back, moving to tug on the waistband of the pants you were wearing, "these are actually from my highschool, funny enough."

you pressed your lips together in a thin line, giving her a look. you hadn't exactly planned on letting chat know you were wearing her clothes and they were about to have a field day with the information.

there was a pause. then she cleared her throat, turned back to the camera, and grinned, "and my shorts are from nike!"

"alright. moving on. can we actually bake now?" you opened a cabinet, scanned it. “where are the chocolate chips?”

“should be in the pantry.”

you walked over and gave the pantry a brief glance-over. not there. “can’t find it.”

“lemme help,” ellie said.

she followed you off-camera, into the pantry.

which would’ve been fine.

except you were really close in there. the shelves were shallow, the door was half-closed, and neither of you had thought to flip the switch outside that turned the lightbulb on.

“what are we looking for again?” she asked, a rustle of plastic punctuating her words.

“chocolate chips. i literally said that ten seconds ago.”

you glanced up as she pushed further into the pantry beside you, her shoulder bumping yours. she didn’t move.

“you found them yet?” she asked, not really looking at the shelves anymore.

“no,” you said, quieter than you meant to.

she turned her head. now she was looking at you.

you swallowed. “getting distracted again?”

her lips quirked into a small smile. “yeah.”

you nodded. "me too."

and then she kissed you.

it was sudden—soft and unsurprisingly clumsy, her hand brushing your waist as her other arm bumped into the baking powder and nearly knocked it off the shelf. your back hit the wall with a dull thud as she licked into your mouth.

and your clipped-on microphones were definitely still recording everything.

NotElliesAlt: HELLO??? tima0911: WHAT AM I HEARING RN tryqt: LIPS. ARE. SMACKING. elliesdischarge: holy makeout elliebutinallcaps: THE MICS ARE ON YOU IDIOTS

when you came back into frame, cheeks flushed and mouth definitely more swollen than it had been before, ellie trailed behind you with the chocolate chips in hand and the cockiest little smirk on her face.

you avoided eye contact with the camera.

“soooooo,” you said, voice slightly higher than usual, “we found them!”

“yep,” ellie said casually, “took some digging. but we got there.”

v4nitymirror: TOOK SOME DIGGING IS CRAZY jmattsz: i can't believe i said i'd gift 20 subs when they finally hooked up and it actually happened on stream.

you coughed. “oven’s ready.”

you leaned over the sink, dabbing at the last of your eyeliner smudge with a cotton round. your reflection stared back—cheeks still hot, lips a little too swollen.

behind you, ellie was half-sprawled across the bed, scrolling idly on her phone.

“you always take this long to wash your face?” her voice was soft. teasing, but not unkind.

you met her eyes in the mirror. “yes. i've made multiple tiktoks about my routine. and i know you've watched all of them.”

she laughed and didn’t deny it. just rolled over onto her back, one arm slung behind her head. “will you do some skincare on me?"

you flicked the faucet off and reached for a towel. “what am i, your servant?"

“you’re sleeping in my bed,” she pointed out, lazily. "you ought to be nice to me."

you turned, towel pressed to your chin. “you invited me.”

“i did,” she agreed. the look she gave you was unmistakable—open, fond, a little reverent.

you padded over and tossed the towel onto your overnight bag. the air between you crackled. ellie’s gaze tracked you the entire way.

she scooted over. you climbed in beside her.

there was a pause. your shoulder brushed hers. then, her fingers found your wrist under the covers, a gentle tap like a question.

you turned to face her. “you gonna be annoying if i kiss you again?”

her smile was slow and stupid and something close to relieved. “probably.”

you kissed her anyway.

this one lasted longer. and the next, even longer. not rushed, not frantic—just deliberate. exploratory. like neither of you were in a hurry now that the door had been opened.

her hand found your thigh. your knee nudged between hers.

she pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against yours. voice low, barely more than a breath: “i really like you.”

you blinked. something in your chest cracked open.

“yeah?” you whispered.

she nodded, eyes searching yours. “yeah. like… not just for streams or clips or whatever. i mean it.”

you smiled, soft and crooked. “good,” you said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. then to her jaw. “'cause i kinda really like you too," you muttered, continuing to press wet, open-mouthed kisses down her neck.

she let herself sink back into the pillows as you shifted to straddle her, hands coming up to rest on your waist. "t-that's.... that's good. perfect. ideal, honestlaaah fuck—" the grip she had on your hipbones grew tighter as you sucked at a particularly sensitive spot on her collarbone.

"you've got such a way with words, smellie."

"fuck off," she breathed out. "don't bring up stream shit when you're in bed with me."

"whatcha gonna do about it?"

she grunted, sliding one of her hands in between both of you to wiggle it underneath your sleep shorts. you gasped, feeling her fingers press up against the wet cotton of your underwear. "that. i'm gonna do that."

you reached down to grip her wrist and re-direct her hand so she was actually touching you beneath the fabric, "well, do a little more."

she groaned, her fingers sliding through the slick that met her there. "fuuuck, that's hot. guiding my hands 'n shit."

you huffed out a laugh that melded into a moan as her fingers fell into a quick pace, tight circles on your clit. "why are you— oh shit justlikethatyeah.." you gulped in a breath before continuing, "why are you fuckin' narrating our hookup right now?"

the angle was a little awkward and she could feel something in her wrist clicking with every swirl of her fingers but she would rather keel over and croak than stop right now.

the pain was irrelevant. especially when you were sitting up slightly to slide your t-shirt up and off and grab desperately at your own tits, manicured thumbs flicking nipples gone taut from the sudden temperature change.

and when you whined out a "fuuuck, ellie!" all tight and wiry and even better than she'd imagined on countless nights alone in that same bed with her hands shoved beneath her boxers, she couldn't help but nuzzle her head clumsily at your chest, nudging your hand away from your right breast with her forehead so she could replace your tugging fingers with her mouth.

your hips jerked forward and the now-free hand latched onto her shoulder for balance as you cried out, her lips pulling and teeth nicking just slightly before she soothed the peak with soft laps of her tongue.

"you like 'em played with, huh?" you could feel the vibration of her mumbling against the flesh of your boob.

"stop fucking talking, ellie. this is sex, not one of those slutty fanfictions people have been writing about us." you punctuated your words with fast firm rolls of your hips, now grinding your puffy clit into her palm as she fucked two long fingers steadily into you.

"yeah, well there's gonna be a whole lot more of those after that little stunt we pulled on stream earlier."

"i thought you said no stream talk in bed— ohhh, oh god. shit— fuck, 'm close."

"yeah? you gonna cum for me?" she was panting, damp puffs of air against your nipple interrupted occasionally by a haphazard suck or nibble. her wrist—aching by now—swiveled as her began to curl her fingers inside of you with purpose, the heel of her hand rubbing firmly against you.

"keep goin'— fuck keep talkin' to me. please don't stop."

"thought you wanted me to shut up? thought you said this wasn't some smutty one-shot, huh?"

the hand gripping her shoulder slid around to the base of her neck. you grabbed purchase on the short hairs there, tugging as she whimpered into you. "ellie if you don't talk me through it right now i sweartogod—"

"alright, alright! i gotcha, baby. cum for me. thaaaaat's it."

a loud moan punched out of you. “shit—fuck— 'm cumming.” your other palm left your own chest to clasp over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your sounds and she quickly moved the hand that was urging your twitching hips to grab your wrist and pull it away.

"hey, none of that. talking is encouraged now, remember?

"shut up." you gritted out through a groan, your hips jerking as your teeth caught on your bottom lip.

"alright, nevermind. not encouraged. copy that."

you tugged on her hair again to mash your lips together, effectively silencing her and sagging bonelessly against her as you came down from your high.

when the both of you finally parted, you looked down to see her mouth slack, head tilted back, and eyes so hazy you'd think she was the one who just came.

she blinked blearily up at you. "you're even bossier in bed than you are regularly. it's so sexy."

"if i hadn't told you to shut up so many times already, i would say it again."

she laughed out loud at that and you couldn't help but giggle back.

"how about i shut you up instead, yeah? put that mouth to work?"

you learned very quickly that she tended to be kind of squirmy when she was on the receiving end. it was as if she was unable to sit still in the onslaught of pleasure. honestly, it modeled how she was normally, always kind of twitchy and buzzing with energy.

you knew on future nights, you were going to revel in the experience of holding her down, pinning bucking hips to the mattress or firming your grasp on shaking thighs to keep them spread apart.

tonight, instead, you basked in the push and pull, chasing her with your mouth when she wriggled away and groaning in pleasure when she tugged you closer by your hair.

and when you slipped into a particularly good rhythm, hollowing your cheeks with every perfect pull of her clit into your mouth and lashing your tongue at the swollen nub, her hands scrambled to find purchase on something. anything. your sex-mussed hair, unraveled from the neat up-do you had put it in to prepare for bed. your bare, sweat-damp shoulders. and, finally, the perpetually messy sheets below her.

her left leg kicked out and she dug her heel into the mattress for leverage to thrust her hips up and up and up into you, her lower half rising so high you had to pull her by her bony hipbones back down so you could maintain the suction.

"fuuuh– ah, shit. i think i'm gonna—" she was propped up on her elbows now, fluttering eyes focused on you with a desperate gleam to them.

you worked her over with your mouth earnestly, keeping steady eye contact as she lifted a trembling hand, moving as if she was going to pull your head closer, bury your face even deeper in her.

but then those same eyes rolled back into her skull as she flopped back down, the hand falling to grip the sheets once again.

"fuck'mgonnacumbaby" she garbled out and the sight of her chest arching up made her tits look so pretty under her thin white tank top, you wished you had a free hand to reach up and tweak a nipple.

she let out a high-pitched, whispery whine that petered out into silence.

for a couple seconds, all that could be heard was the slurps as you lapped at her, and the hum of the fans from her pc in the corner of her room.

and then—

muffled groans as the strength of her closing thighs finally broke the grip you had on them and pressed against your ears. she wasn't good at staying still, but, apparently, she was even worse when she came, her body folding in on itself as she jerkily fucked her hips up into the heat of your mouth.

you let her fuck your face, your blunt nails dragging red lines down the sides of her thighs. the slight sting of pain grounded her, helping her ride out the waves and stopping her from getting too overwhelmed in the throes of an orgasm.

pulling your head back slightly, you alternated between soft, sticky kisses to her inner thighs and kitten licks at her entrance, cleaning her up and soothing her at the same time as she caught her breath.

"fuck. c'mere."

trembling hands cupped your face as she weakly tugged you toward her. you let her, shifting to settle into her side and throw a leg over her own. she sighed, wrapping her arm around you, pulling you even closer.

"whaaat?" she whined, craning her neck to glare when she felt you giggle. "why’re you laughin' at me?"

"because i know you’re about to try and convince me to go to sleep without washing my face again. and you know i can’t do that."

she didn’t answer — just flopped her head back on the pillow and shut her eyes tight, fake snoring loudly.

"ellie," you warned.

"can't talk. too busy snoozin'."

"my face is a mess, ellie. my hair too.”

"yeah, well. maybe you should've thought about this before you made me cum so hard i couldn't breathe. i absolutely can not move now, let alone clean up!"

you sighed, pushing yourself up off the bed — or trying to. the arm she had wrapped around you tightened in protest.

“ellie, seriously.”

“you can’t move either! i want you to stay. please? pretty please with a cherry on top my most gracious streamer and fortnite carry god?”

you shot her a glare and she grinned, clearly sensing how flimsy your resolve was.

“just five more minutes. then we’ll get up. wash our faces, brush our teeth. hell, i’ll even floss for you tonight, baby. bought those little sticks you’re always ranting about in those hygiene haul videos and everything.”

you huffed. wiped the back of your hand across the bottom half of your face like it would do anything. huffed again.

“fine. but seriously. five minutes. then we’re going.”

you woke up the next morning with a sticky face, ellie drooling on your collarbone, and your phone nearly buzzing off the nightstand from the amount of notifications you'd received post-stream.

twitch.tv/smellie — LIVE: eating victory crowns for breakfast 🥱

she was streaming fortnite the next morning, acting like nothing had happened. hoodie up, drawstrings pulled tighter than usual to ensure the hickeys you’d sucked into her skin the night before were thoroughly hidden.

she was focused—well, pretending to be—talking about the latest installment of some comic she was obsessed with while looting in-game and ignoring the onslaught of questions in chat.

elliebutinallcaps: WHERE IS SHE?? NotElliesAlt: so you’re avoiding the MASSIVE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM? elliesdischarge: she’s kneeling under the desk, be honest message deleted by moderator macetotheface: she’s prob busy making breakfast in ur hoodie altaccnumber29: blink twice if ur post-nut right now message deleted by moderator

“okay, so—” she was mid-rant when she paused, squinting at the chat. “jesus. y’all are crazy today. can we just play the game?”

messages were flying so fast her eyes couldn’t keep up:

ellieuseslightmode: BRING HER BACKKKKKK ellieclips: we literally heard the makeout. you cannot gaslight us. v4nitymirror: wait did she leave?? is she even still there 😭 maybemaddie: GUYS WHAT IF THEY FOUGHT AFTER. what if it was a drunk kiss and now it’s awkward.

she was sorting through her load-out after an intense fight she nearly lost against a surfer jonesy when it happened:

pastaluvrrr: hiiiii girlfriend 😽

she froze.

the click of her mouse stopped mid-action. the corner of her mouth twitched like she was trying not to react, but the flush across her face betrayed her instantly.

“oh my god,” she mumbled, shrinking into her hoodie. “why are you like this.”

chat, consequently, blew the fuck up.

elliesyumyum: GIRLFRIEND????? GIRLFRIEND. tima0911: please say this vod will be on youtube. PLEASE. elliethrows4me: NOOOOO SHE TOOK MY BITCH tryqt: not the hard launch via twitch chat LMAOOOO ayayayaim: SOMEONE CLIP THIS ellieclips: OH MY FUCKING GOD???

ellie tilted back in her chair, red spreading all the way down her neck. “i dunno why she’s lurking in chat when she’s literally downstairs,” she muttered, trying (and failing) to sound unbothered.

on cue, soft footsteps padded into the room. then came your voice, faint off-screen:

“i was making a matcha.”

the camera unfocused and refocused as you leaned into frame and planted a wet kiss on her mouth.

no warning. just one hand on her shoulder, the other still holding your drink. it was passionate, unashamed, and unnecessarily long.

“does that answer everyone’s questions?” you asked, eyebrow raised.

ellie blinked at you, dazed. then turned to chat—

only to see her character had died while she was busy making out with you.

“awesome,” she mumbled, cheeks ruddy. “you got me killed. hope you’re proud of yourself.”

jmattsz: holy tomato face mikuirl: THEYRE SO GROSS I LOVE THEM looten_scooten: i just took so many screenshots im out of storage iclutchforpastalover: MAMA Y PAPA

you breezed out of frame again like nothing had even happened. ellie cleared her throat. “okay. uhhhh, alright... so!”

chousey203: any day now…. elliebutinallcaps: SPIT IT OUT GIRL ecam96: 100% just creamed her pants message deleted by a moderator slaystation_: DUDE UR SO RED

“mods please,” she begged, hiding her face in her hands. “put chat in emote only. i’m not doing this.”

topnoodle44: 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 boostedbytenshi: 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 usuallylurkin: 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩💓🍑🍆💦 ellieuseslightmode: 😘😘👁️👁️

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[luludeluluramblings]

Oh my God, Oh my God. Who wrote this? - Part Six

Neglected!Reader x Yandere!Batfam

You go to your best friend for emotional support to get through the rest of the fics. Your best friend, however, is shit at emotional support and a freak.

Warnings: Yandere themes, GN!Reader, Pesudo-Incest (Reader does NOT see themselves as part of the family), Reader’s age is ambiguous, CRACK, Some Platonic!Damian

Prologue - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen

Platonic Route

You were so tense. The last fic had given you such a damn scare you could barely function.

You wanted to finish it, but didn’t want to finish it. It caused your mind to be in limbo.

Plus, the fact that you start to observe the other members of your little Bat family a bit.

They never mentioned patrol around you. You’d only overhear about it on occasion through the halls. But, not in your presence. You were starting to suspect that everyone went silent when you entered a room because they were discussing Bat stuff and didn’t want you involved.

It was an interesting and offensive realization.

They all thought you were a dumbass. And, they weren’t necessarily wrong. You’d done plenty of stupid shit over the years. But, this was down right insulting.

It fucked with you even more mentally because now you felt like you had something to prove with this fanfiction nonsense.

Do you process it? Ignore it? What about Dick’s flirting? Would the others try to flirt with you?

Also, what was the deal with Gotham shipping you with these guys?

So many questions and no one to turn to. You wouldn’t dare ask the family for help with this. It wasn’t even just a pride thing. This could cause a shit show if they found out.

You needed back up, so you did the only thing you could think off.

“Hello?” Your darling best friend said over the phone after you finally gave in an called her after running a few errands in Gotham that day.

“I’ll take you to HomeGoods and buy you dinner if you help me with these fanfics.”

“…. You just want to buy me new towels, don’t you.” Already she’s suspicious of you. Damn it, you can’t help it. Decorating other people’s places was your thing.

“They have Halloween decorations.” You try to further bribe, biting your lip as you stand outside one of the high end shopping buildings and wait for one of the valets to bring your Porsche to you.

“You already had me at dinner. We’re door dashing with your daddy’s money.” Gah, hearing the word daddy makes you wince, and visibly shudder as the car starts to pull up.

“Please, don’t say ‘daddy’. ” You whisper, when you’re reminded of your most recent read. Terrified someone will hear you on the busy street, but grateful she’s giving in. Maybe you’d finally get some peace at her apartment.

“You read the spanking fic with Nightwing, didn’t you?” Peace was never an option. You were a fool for thinking otherwise.

You abruptly hanging up the phone was already all the answer your bitch of a friend needed to confirm things. Faintly, you could hear her cackling from her side of town as you tipped the valet for loading your bags and slide into your car.

Giving him an extra sheepish smile and a wave before driving away and to your friend’s apartment.

After blowing a disproportionate amount of money at HomeGoods and food via Doordash, you had been putting off the dreaded task of tackling the elephant on the internet.

Your friend on the other hand was smacking her lips together because she was wine-ed and dine-ed and ready to watch you live react to your apparent fandom.

"Okay, what have you read so far?"

"The Red Hood fic and some of the Nightwing one…" You admit while burying your face in your arms on her coffee table.

Currently, you were half curled up on the floor while your bestie was on her laptop pulling up tab after tab of fanfic and fanart for you to prepare to bare witness too. You tilt your head to glare at her as she adjusted the fake glasses she just bought. Bitch wanted to play therapist while she traumatized your ass.

"Alright. I'm assuming you got a little freaked, but it's okay. We can ease you into this." She comments while clicking away and tilting her head back to look down

"How the fuck are you gonna ease me into this? There's porn of me on the internet! Literary porn of me getting a written train ran on me by multiple people." You wail, softly though. You didn't want to disturb your friends neighbors. Or worse, find out if they had opinions on this fiction bullshit.

"Actually, the only poly I've seen if you with the women of the Bats or the Rouges. Some of it's pretty good. Hell, someone claiming to be Harley writes you with Nightwing. I don't if it's really her, but whoever it is writes the best psychological smut I've ever bore witness too. Truly an inspiration."

"Why do you keep verbally flash-banging me? I thought you were gonna ease me into this?" Comes your deadpanned question at her little rant. Your mouth aghast as you grapple with all that information.

"I'm sorry! I'm just so excited to talk about this with you. It's like sharing a really good fic with bff, but also talking with your favorite character at the same time." You don't want to kill her joy-- Actually, yes you do. So you wrinkle your nose at her and huff.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry. But, yeah. No poly for some reason. Anytime anyone tries to post some of it. It either gets taken down or starts a mini ship war in the comment section." She explains after giving you an unapologetic look.

"Great…" A friggin ship war involving you? You were supposed to be the Wayne that flew under the radar, but instead you had become the subject of Gotham's freaky bookish side. Oh, god, what if that fanfiction had ended up on BookTok?!

"How have I not been tagged in this stuff? I should at least have haters, right?"

"Not that I've seen. Though I did see someone write a hurt no comfort fic about you dying once, but if got deleted." She comments, which sparks your curiosity a bit. However, she doesn't elaborate on it before changing topic.

"Now, to ease you into this! We have fanart of you and Robin!"

"Wait, no! NO! I don't wanna-" Too late she was already turning the laptop to face you before you could cover your eyes.

You braced for the vomit, only to be relieved when the art was just you snuggling Robin. In an almost platonic way.

"Oh, thank God, it's not that bad." There's an almost lightheaded feeling when your friend starts to scroll and all the fanart it similar in nature.

"See, I'd told you I'd ease you into this." Comes the bitch's smug reply.

You shoot her another glare.

Mentally, you're a bit weirded out. The art is good. The style is almost familiar, but you knew Damian. He'd bite you before letting you coddle him like that. He liked his animals more than you.

Although, you aww a little when you see a drawing that's clearly a sketch of you in your own Robin costume next to him looking pouty and proud at the same time.

Only for that smile to slowly fall from your face when the next pieces of art change style and start to be of you, Robin, and Nightwing. Looking, oddly, like a happy little family.

You give your friend an un-amused look when one shows up of all three of you on a rooftop, with Nightwing behind you and Robin resting his head on what looks to be a baby bump with wonder on his mask covered face.

“Do you want Nightwing to get me pregnant?” Your eyes, full of judgment and a bit of concern, drift up to look at the nearly blissful look on your friend's face.

“No, no, no." She quickly shakes her head before beaming at you. "You could get him pregnant instead.”

“Huh… I’m gonna buy you a new water filter.”

“But, I like the taste of my water.”

This was gonna be a long fucking night.

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A/N: I think I can get one more out of myself! I don't want these to be too long and to over think this. I'm running on hopes dreams and ADHD.

A/N: Little bit of break from the freakiness with some platonic Damian. Bet y'all can guess which emotionally stunted birdy is drawing fanart of him with his sibling. But, do not fret, we will get to the mountain of smut Tim has written.

[specialgradefckr]

tw: explicit content. toxic frat culture/attitudes. non consensual recording.

fuckboy satoru gojo.

fuckboy satoru who's in a group chat with a bunch of other shitty fuckboys who all brag about their conquests.

one of them posts a sex tape, bragging about how he took the girl's virginity and filmed it without her knowing. it catches his attention - the girl is kind of cute.

you're kind of cute. the sounds you make, the way you look and act, and damn, your body has his pants tightening. he thinks he's seen you around before.

the boys in the chat have a good laugh about what a dumbass you are. he jerks off to the video and moves on with his life.

and that's the end of it - until he bumps into you.

and actually you're... really nice. you apologize even though it's not your fault, laughing it off, picking your things up. he helps you, which is out of character for him, but he feels kind of bad for you.

you carry these tiny little mochi candies with you, and offer him one for his help.

you call him pretty. when he gets close enough to hand you your things he gets a whiff of your conditioner or body wash or something and it smells good. something sweet.

satoru wonders what scent it was. he thinks about it and he finds himself pulling up the video again, jerking off.

is it just him, or did you not cum in the video? he always knew the prick that took it was a total fucking loser.

and that could have been the end of it. that should have been the end of it, only, he seems to keep running into you again. completely by accident (at first) but later... well, it's not like he's avoiding you.

because you give him candy. you call him "pretty boy" and it doesn't sound even a little bit mocking. you smile at him, fondly, like you're happy to see him. you're just... nice.

what a dumb bitch. can't believe i actually got away with that lololol

i know dude. crazy. are you still together?

fuck that, we were never "together". she keeps texting me lol. needy af

he's nice to you when he sees you! he starts paying you back for the candies. buys you treats. brings you coffees. he learns your order. your major. your likes and dislikes. (how did that fucking prick get to touch you? what the fuck did he tell you?)

so maybe he jerks off to the video again... a few more times. he gets angrier every time.

the piece of shit in chat keeps talking about how bad you were in bed. he didn't even get you off. what a fucking loser.

he tells himself it's a matter of pride. he's good in bed, it's pathetic that the dude is bragging about his garbage performance. it's not like he cares about you.

it's not like he walks with you to classes. texts you all the time. finds out what body wash you were using and buys you ten more of them.

when he threatens the piece of shit that fucked with you, it's because he's embarrassed to be associated with him.

nothing to do with how you've confided in him that you're having doubts about the guy you 'were involved with'.

nothing to do with the look on your face when you say it, and the way it makes him feel like he's being stabbed in the chest.

nothing to do with the way that he - he can't stop jerking off to that fucking video, he can't stop looking at you, wishing - but he feels so fucking bad about it -

okay, fine, WHATEVER. maybe fuckboy satoru is catching the first crush of his entire life...

and then he sees another video of you in the group chat.

Sequel: The Strongest Feminist

[incelraki]

(Epilogue!) Bill Dickey NSFW headcanons (and drabble)

MDNI!!! this is very much 18+ content, shoo! shoo!

Warnings: general gross behaviour, stalking, dick stepping (mild mention), humiliation, misogynistic terms and cuss words LMK if i missed anything!!

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One of those guys to buy a body pillow of his fav or one of a girl that looks like his crush

That thing reeks and we all know it

Only showers if absolutely necessary

soft stalks his person of interests

Uses websites like 4chan to find home camera's of girls near him

Remember that scandal that happened years ago? There were these cameras people has put up in around their houses and you were supposed to enter a passcode to get into your feed Except, most people didn’t do that. So, many hackers were able to easily get into people’s home cameras and watch them without them noticing One even made a site where you could find these cams for free and watch people. This was sent all over 4chan and enjoyed by incel perverts all over the world

Some freaks would go as far as to use the microphone function to talk to people, others would send secret gifts to people’s doorstep’s after watching them, to freak em out

A public security notice was immediately thrown out there by the company when the site was discovered But a lot of people didn’t see the news, never checked their email and left their passcodes unused.

The site is still up, or the cams are at least still able to be hacked into

I know Bill is the type of bastard to find a pretty girl who was too much of a dumb bimbo to change her passcode and watch her. How convenient she has a camera in her bedroom.

Secretly loves having his dick stepped on

and being humiliated by someone far bigger than him (preferably a big-chested bimbo doll)

His glasses fog up as hes fucking his fist while watching some porno

alternatively: he's watching you through a secret camera feed

Whimpers like a bitch in heat when he's getting close

Imagining you fucking bill and him uncharacteristically inviting you over to the Eltingville club

Joining a club meeting a week or so after fucking Bill and everyone knows but no one fucking says anything You’re gaming, probably some rpg with big chested ladies, when you suddenly blurt out how pathetic Bill really is, and how quickly he finished Bill puts on an act, calling you a braid dead femoid who doesn’t know what the fuck she’s talking about But deep down, his stomach is doing back flips because oh my god he’s so embarrassed and oh my god he has the biggest boner of his life right now

It goes without saying that before meeting you he had never touched a girl before, let alone fucked one

PWP below the cut

"Put it in already." You whine at Bill who is currently fumbling his cock against your leaking cunt. "S-Shut the hell up stupid bitch, let me take my god damn t-time."

You roll your eyes, leaning on your hand as you wait for him to push his cock into you. Sure it's barely over 5 inches but by god do you want it deep inside you right this second. And to think this guy had been following you home from the bus stop not even an hour ago. Christ, what was wrong with you? "You sure y'don't want me to help, dumbass?" You groan, not waiting for an answer and grabbing his cock. Surprisingly he actually has a condom on, even though he genuinely forgot they existed for a split second. ("Oh man I forgot about those.." He just wanted a creampie like in a real porn, man!)

"He-Hey! Careful with that you're gonna rip it off you dumb cuu--nnttt.." His swear was cut short as you guided his swollen glans into your heat. "There we go, loser. Now move your hips, you do know how to do that, right? Or do I have to help you with that too?"

"Shut the hell up.." Bill tsk'ed, and slid the rest of his throbbing dick into your hot pussy. "F-Fuhhh.." He bit his lip so hard he was sure he was going to break skin any second.

"That's good huh?" You giggled, pressing your plump ass flush against his hips. His hairy tummy tickled against your butt slightly once your skin met.

"Oh my f-ff..." Bill's eyes rolled back, pressing himself as close to you as possible and promptly cumming hard into the condom you'd managed to find at the last second. His mind went blank as he pumped a thick load into your warm heat.

"You've got to be kidding me.." You snorted, clearly annoyed. That was your last condom for fuck's sake!

[wendichester]

⋆˙⟡ bobby's niece,

summary. dean might kinda be crushing on you

pairing. dean winchester x bobby's niece!reader

wordcount. 657

Dean Winchester has been in a lot of tough situations—hunting monsters, dodging the law, saving the world once or twice. But nothing quite compares to the absolute mess he’s in now.

Because he’s got a massive crush on Bobby Singer’s niece.

And that? That’s a problem.

Not because Bobby ever said anything directly, but because, well—Dean’s pretty sure if he so much as thought about you in a way Bobby didn’t approve of, the old man would skin him alive and use his ribs for spare parts.

But damn if you don’t make it hard to behave.

You’re staying at Bobby’s for a while, helping out in the salvage yard, flipping through old lore books like it’s the most normal thing in the world. And Dean? He’s dying.

Because every time you laugh, it does something dangerous to his heart. Every time you brush past him, smelling like wildflowers and gasoline, he has to remind himself to breathe.

And the worst part?

You’re completely oblivious.

You flirt without realizing it—throwing casual compliments his way, stealing his flannel when you get cold, resting a hand on his shoulder when you lean over to read something. It’s torture.

And Sam? That smug son of a bitch? He knows.

“You’re pathetic,” Sam mutters one afternoon, watching Dean nearly drop a wrench because you smiled at him.

“Shut up,” Dean hisses back.

But it’s too late. You’re already looking over, curious. “What’s going on?”

Dean clears his throat, straightens up, desperately tries to play it cool. “Nothin’. Just—uh, fixing this carburetor.”

You raise a brow. “That’s a fuel pump.”

Dean curses under his breath.

Sam snorts.

And Bobby, from across the yard, glares.

Yeah. Dean is so screwed.

The night gets worse when Bobby asks Dean to help you carry a box of old lore books inside. Not that carrying books is the problem.

The problem is you.

Inside the house, you set the books down on the table, stretching your arms above your head, letting out a quiet groan that makes Dean’s brain short-circuit.

“God,” you sigh, shaking out your hands. “Bobby really needs to stop hoarding every supernatural book in existence.”

Dean forces himself to look anywhere but at the sliver of skin peeking out when your shirt rides up. “Yeah, well, he’s stubborn.”

You smirk, plopping down on the couch. “Runs in the family.”

Dean opens his mouth—probably to say something cocky, maybe to deflect the fact that his brain is still stuck on how soft you look lounging there—but then you really ruin his life.

You stretch out your legs, nudging his thigh with your foot. “C’mon, Winchester. Sit. I don’t bite.”

Dean hesitates for half a second.

Then he folds.

He sits next to you, keeping a respectable amount of space between you. Because, y’know. Self-control.

You tilt your head, watching him with a little smile. “You’re kinda weird, y’know that?”

Dean blinks. “Excuse me?”

“I dunno.” You shrug. “You’re usually such a flirt, but with me, you get all quiet and weird.”

His throat closes up.

You don’t know.

You really don’t know.

He’s about to throw out some excuse, maybe crack a joke—because God forbid he just confess that he’s stupidly, painfully into you—when Bobby’s voice calls from the other room.

“Dean! Need you out here, boy!”

Dean jumps up way too fast. “Yep! On it!”

You blink up at him. “Uh. You okay?”

“Peachy!” He forces a grin. “See ya, sweetheart.”

And then he flees.

Later that night, Sam finds him nursing a beer in the kitchen.

“You’re an idiot,” Sam says simply.

Dean glares. “The hell are you talkin’ about?”

Sam rolls his eyes. “She likes you, dude.”

Dean scoffs, taking a sip of his beer. “Yeah, okay.”

“She does,” Sam insists. “And if you weren’t so busy being a dumbass, you’d see it.”

Dean pauses, fingers tightening around the bottle.

No.

No way.

Bobby’s niece wouldn’t be into him.

Would she?

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[thinkinonsense]

i just listened to sabrina's new album and oh my god the song slim pickins is such a song that was written from daydreaming about lumberjack!logan, oh and the recent fic that you reblogged was just so yummy and perfect for that song especially the lyrics "a boy who's jacked and nice" like god having to settle down for less because nobody can be him 😭😭😭 need him expeditiously im afraid

it's slim pickins

lumberjack!logan howlett x fem!reader

cw: yearning!! fluff, tiny nsfw conversation (nothing graphic)

a/n: this request couldn't have come in at a better time because i'm seeing sabrina on opening night of her tour tomorrow night!! <3

masterlist

"am i just destined to be alone forever?"

another friday night in the hole in the wall bar outside of town. another date gone horribly wrong. your question hangs heavy in the air as you gossip to your best friend who's bartending tonight.

"you keep picking douche bags." she answers without missing a beat.

"well, that's fuckin' rude." you slur slightly, sipping on your third fruity drink tonight.

"well, it's fuckin' true." she smiles, looking over your shoulder at a group of men that walked in. "why don't you go talk to one of them? they look hot."

you spin around in your stool to see a group of lumberjack workers. these were the men that you worked with, you can't flirt with them.

"i work with those guys!" you hiss.

"sooo...?" she smirks.

both of you quickly end the conversation with the five guys approach the bar. the last thing you needed was for these guys to see the desperate and pathetic look on your face. quickly, you rummage through your purse for some cash to put down.

"what are you doing here, doll face?" a familiar voice asks.

you look up and see the most handsome of the men, in front of you; logan. twice your size, buff, toned, tan... god, you had such a crush on him. never in a million years would you go after him though, he's too good to want a girl like you. you were just a friend. he make small talk with you, laughed at your jokes, calls you little nicknames, and refills the coffee pot for you but thats what friends do, right?

"oh... um, i'm just-"

"she's been sitting here moaning and bitching to me all night about her horrible date." your best friend smiles then introduces herself to logan with a handshake.

"thanks asshole." you mumble under your breath at her, making logan chuckle.

"tough night?" he asks, looking down at you in a way that makes heat rises up your face.

"kinda, but i'll save you all the gory details." you admit, sliding off the tall stool a little ungracefully. "have a good night, logan."

"wait, doll face." he says, grabbing your arm to balance you. "wanna talk about it? i'm sure your friend here is busy."

the alcohol let him take you to one of the booths. all the other men noticed logan and you sitting together, definitely making mental notes to tease you both on monday.

"so, what's on your mind?" logan asks, taking a swig of his beer.

"it's nothing really..." your mouth says one thing but your phone says another; practically buzzing off the table.

"you sure?" he raises a brow.

"uh... yeah?" you sound confused as you peak at the notification. an annoyed groan falls from your lips as you slam the phone back down and sink into the booth. "why? why? why?"

"why what?" he squints.

"be honest, do i have dumbass written on my forehead?" you sigh, hazily looking over at logan. the question threw him off guard; unsure if you're joking or not.

"no." he answers.

" well, i sure feel like one. every guy i've gone out with is either the most obnoxious asshole i've ever met who's still hung up on his ex or he's absolutely perfect but he's just not ready for a commitment right now? what the fuck does that even mean?"

all of your drunk rambling surprised logan. at work, he's only seen your shy personality as you scribble down numbers and log them into spreadsheets. this was a completely different side of you.

"i know what you're thinking, 'why not just try dating a woman?'. well, i fucking would if this town wasn't stuck in the 50's, except the men aren't going to war in order to get away from you, instead they just run back in between their ex's thighs and pull that 'it's not you, it's me' bullshit."

it was getting harder for logan not to crack at your silly yet, adorable expressions as you rant.

"and the worst part is that they can't even get a woman to orgasm." you say a little quieter. logan stores that quote in his pocket for another time. "a few weeks ago, i literally had a man in my bed who didn't know the difference between their, there, and they're! i don't know who's stupider, him for not knowing or me for letting him give me the worst head in my life."

if you were even a little sober, this would be mortifying. sitting in front of your work crush and spilling pathetic details of your love life to him. if you were even a little sober, you would have notice his eyes turn dark and lustful under the dim bar lighting. logan couldn’t fathom that you were having trouble in your love life.

"sounds like it's slim pickins out there."

"you have no idea." you sigh.

"if it makes you feel any better, i don't think that you're stupid."

"you're just saying that to be polite. trust me, everyone thinks i'm an idiot for taking these guys back every time. im just like my mom, my sisters, my friends, and every other girl i know. we make up excuses for their shitty behavior because we are afraid to be alone."

logan could see tears forming in your waterline, about to roll down your cheek. it hurt him to see you so heartbroken over these losers. everyday at work, you came in like a ray of fucking sunshine. you didn't deserve to be treated like this.

"it's not your fault that those asshole don't know how to treat a woman." he sighs, leaning forward in an attempt to comfort you.

"i know, i know..." your voice was cracking and you didn't want logan to see you so vulnerable. suddenly, you rise from the booth. "thanks for listening, logan."

"where do you think you're going, doll face?" he asks, following you out the door.

"should head home." you mumble, pulling up the number of a car service about twenty minutes out.

"let me give you a ride home." he offers. "you've been drinking too much."

it's late, you're exhausted and heartbroken so, you let him help you into his truck. it's kinda old but full of character, like logan.

"what's going on in that pretty head of yours?" logan asks, breaking the silence in the car. "still sad?"

you shrug. "think i'm just going to become a nun."

he tried, he really did, but he had to laugh.

"sweetheart, there's no need to become a nun."

"well, i'm never going to find the man i'm looking for so, might as well join the sisterhood."

"what are you looking for in this dream man?"

logan's question has your eyes wondering over to where his left hand sets on the wheel and his right on thigh. the images of what his hands could do flood your fuzzy mind.

"j-just a good guy who's um, who's kind, jacked... respectful, good with his hands...."

it was shameless, your staring that is. logan worried you might get drool on the car seat, not that he would mind.

"hm... those seem like simple requirements there."

"apparently not." you giggle. "it's fine, though. i'm sure the nuns will be friendly."

"still thinking about joining the 'sisterhood'?" he asks, pulling up to your drive way.

"maybe... i'll give it twenty-four hours and if he doesn't come knocking on my door, i'll just buy a chasity belt and go off the grid with the nuns." your smile warmed his cold bitter heart. "thanks for the ride, lo. i'll see you monday."

as logan watches you fumble with your keys and make your way inside, he fights an internal battle over his feelings. he has had a crush on you since the day the two of you first met. by the end of the week, you had baked him some cupcakes, babbling about how you do this for all the new employees, which was far from the truth he later learned.

you captured his heart. even when he tried to burry his feelings for you, when logan looked at you, his world stood still for a moment. he looked forward to all your silly jokes in the break room or the ridiculous gossip you would tell him when he lingered outside of your office door. he couldn't let you slip away into the arms of another asshole who didn't deserve you.

before logan could comprehend what he was doing, his feet lead him up to your door, knocking twice. the wooden door opened and he knew he made the right decision.

there you were in your light blue and grey plaid pajamas with a cupcake in your hand and vanilla frosting on your bottom lip. logan had never seen you look prettier.

"hey? did i leave something in the–"

in the blink of an eye, logan’s hands reach up to caress your jaw, leaning in until his mouth engulfs yours. the taste of vanilla and alcohol surrounded both of you. forgetting the cupcake in your hand, dropping it to reach up and pull logan closer. kissing him was like drinking a glass of wine after a long day. no more stress or anxiety over anyone else’s bullshit. the two of you gasp against each others lips, catching your breath.

“i could be the good guy, you know?” logan pants, now forever addicted to your taste. “i could be the good guy for you.”

your heart fluttered as you stared up at his pretty hazel eyes, twirling a piece of his hair around your finger. this had to be a very realistic dream, thats the only answer to this.

“you would do that for me, logan?” your delicate voice could bring him to his knees, worshiping the ground you walk on.

“i would do anything for you, honey.” he whispers, leaning back in to kiss you again. maybe your dream guy wasn't as far away as you thought?

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Good men die too, so I’d rather be with you⋆˚࿔

WARNINGS: mentions of injuries. fluff. smut (mdni). oral sex (m receiving). cannibalism references (again). everything is very cute. happy ending. 4.7k

You end up getting stuck in the house for three days.

The blizzard hit sometime after you and Dean had fallen asleep. The next morning, you woke up with freezing fingers, a window completely buried in snow, and Dean whining into your pillow to just “fucking get back in bed, sweetheart, it’s cold.”

You spent the whole morning rolling around on the mattress, too lazy and too comfortable to crawl out from under your thick comforter. It’s only around noon that the two of you made your way downstairs, only to find the door blocked by a mountain of snow. You redress the wound on Dean’s shoulder and then throw together a pretty shitty meal from the scarce food in your pantry.

To be fair, you had only expected to feed yourself. And you barely eat.

But Dean eats, a lot—and by the afternoon of the second day, you were left with one box of mac and cheese and a bunch of old green bean cans.

“I’m not eating that shit. I’d rather starve.”

“But if you die, I can’t make you cum.”

Dean ate the green beans.

That night, Sam called. You and Dean were sprawled in front of the fireplace, his head in your lap as he lay across the cushions, telling you more about the hunting life while you ran your fingers through his hair. You listened carefully, trying to dig deeper into the lore and less into how many times Dean almost mentioned the name of a waitress before cutting himself off.

“I don’t know much about that, baby. I see an evil son of a bitch, I shoot. You’d have to ask Sammy about the nerdy details.”

Speak of the devil—because immediately after, Dean’s phone started buzzing. He picked up, and Sam’s worried, static-filled voice echoed through the quiet living room.

“Dad called Bobby, and he said you weren’t with him and that there’d been a blizzard. Where the hell are you, Dean?

Dean calmly explained the situation as you kept scratching his scalp, until a tiny hum of satisfaction slipped from his throat. Sam heard it and immediately launched into a rant, threatening to knock Dean’s teeth out if he dared mess around with some random girl when he had you.

Dean shut him up before he could say anything too incriminating, but the words “don’t wanna see you brooding and pouting about it again,” and “everyone, even Dad, knows you lo—” still echoed in your brain days later. It was also adorable, how defensive Sam had sounded over you. You were going to buy that boy all the sweet-and-salty monstrosities he wanted the next time you saw him.

So Dean explained that he was with you, and Sam’s tone shifted from angry to smug.

“Finally grew the balls, huh?”

“Hi Sam,” you interrupted with a grin so big Dean rolled his eyes.

“Sorry you’re trapped with that dumbass. I wouldn’t blame you if you killed him.”

“Really nice, Sammy. Thank you.”

“Oh, believe me, the urge has been there.” You looked down at Dean, where he was staring up at you from your lap. “But I think I like him a little too much for that.”

Dean grinned and pulled himself up for a kiss, chaste and sweet.

“Ew, I’m hanging up.”

“Bye, Sammy.”

Dean tossed his phone toward the nearby loveseat, then immediately pulled you on top of him.

On the third day, it rained again.

The temperature had shot up suddenly, but it was raining so hard you still couldn’t make your way to the corner store, or even order a freaking pizza.

You offered to make Dean a water pie when he complained about missing his favorite sweet treat, and he chased you around the house trying to tickle you. He caught you, of course, so you ended up crying and begging for mercy near the staircase, until Dean decided you had been punished enough. Your laughter that afternoon was the loudest sound to ever fill the halls of this decaying, haunted house—except for that one time you tried to take away your mother’s vodka, and she screamed at you until the neighbors threatened to call the cops.

You made out on the floor until your hunger was so strong that not even Dean’s soft grunts when you tugged at his hair could distract you.

Today, you wake up writhing in bed, trying to push away the thick blanket that’s suffocating you. All the squirming wakes Dean, who groans and pulls you closer to his bare chest. It doesn’t help with the sweat sticking to your skin, but it does make the discomfort soften into a distant itch.

“What the hell are you doin’?”

You don’t let yourself be distracted by Dean’s deep, gravelly morning voice. Instead, you stare, mouth agape, as sunlight filters through the curtains, snow melted and gone.

You manage to slide out of Dean’s iron-tight grip and make your way to the window, gawking at the ground now covered only in puddles, water dripping from the trees and roofs, sunlight gleaming off sidewalks and cars.

Two big arms wrap around your waist, and Dean’s chin rests on your shoulder as he squints at the glaring sun, still half-asleep and adorable.

“How the fuck did this happen?” he mutters, words slurred. Then he turns his face and presses it against your hair.

Thirteen-year-old you would have an aneurysm if someone told her that one day she would wake up next to a shirtless Dean, and that he would be all clingy and soft like this.

You aren’t sure you’re not having an aneurysm right now.

“Fucking climate change,” you huff before yawning, making Dean chuckle as he slowly presses kisses down your neck. 

He pushes his hips forward, and you can feel his semi pressing right between your cheeks.

“Nuh uh,” you quickly push him away, giggling at his sleepy pout. You love moments like this, when Dean isn’t his father’s soldier or the town’s cool boy, but instead he is just gentle and warm and real. 

This Dean Winchester—the one that whines for kisses and murmurs soft praises against your neck as he fucks you until you’re cockdrunk and the one who stayed—is real.

Instead of giving in to the beast on your chest, who is howling to get its claws on him, you quickly make your way to your dresser and grab some clothes.

“We have to go buy something to eat,” you murmur as you grab a pair of clean underwear. 

“I know something else I can eat.” He attempts to press against you once more, and you almost cave in if it wasn’t for the piercing need to leave this house.

Because this has all felt like a fever dream. The sleeping and waking up together, the running around the house, the movie-binging and sweet-talking and not-leaving. You fear it has all been a cruel hallucination from your loneliness-riddled brain, and that the moment you walk out of the house everything will go back to how it was.

So you jump in the shower, throw on a pair of tights and leg-warmers under your shorts, slip in a puffy jacket, and force Dean to go get some actual food. He only accepts when you promise him some cherry pie, and you lend him an old black leather jacket you suspect belonged to your dad but which your mom never let be taken out of the closet. 

You two walk all the way to town, and you get a sense of déjà vu.

Dean spends the whole walk rambling about some wrestling fight he went to recently as you hum and nod, and it feels just like it did when you were sixteen. Only now, Dean holds your hand, and he looks at you with more affection than you had ever been the target of. When the blonde cheerleader from the other day walks out of the hair salon, he wraps his arm around your shoulders and presses you to his side as he throws her a friendly grin.

Instead of letting you walk into the corner store, Dean drags you to a nearby diner.

“We deserve some good old greasy food after being forced to eat fuckin’ vegetables for two days.”

He orders for the both of you because he knows you don’t like talking, and asks for it to be to-go after you whisper to him. He doesn’t let go of your hand as you wait for the food, and you’re finally struck with the fact that this is actually happening.

You drag Dean to the jukebox just so you have something to focus on other than how much you want to jump his bones.

Dean waits until you’re walking down the lonely road home before asking why you wanted the food to-go.

“I was thinking…” Your voice is still barely louder than the wind whipping through the trees, and you fidget with the sleeves of your jacket. Maybe you’re still sixteen after all. “We could eat in the woods, have a little—I don’t know, picnic?”

It sounds so stupid now, and you keep your eyes on the dirt under your boots as your cheeks warm with embarrassment.

But you’re not sixteen anymore, because Dean wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss. It’s slow, burning, and perfect. His hand tangles in your hair, and he sucks your lower lip into his mouth before leaning back.

“Picnic it is.”

Turns out the woods are muddy from the rain, and it’s still too cold to hide in the shadows like you usually do. So instead, you end up finding a small meadow that has been under the sunlight long enough to be dry.

You shrug off your jacket and lay it down beside a big patch of lupines, the scent of grape filling your nose as you sit down with your legs curled under you. Dean takes his jacket off too, but he doesn’t place it down to sit, and you don’t know if it’s because he’s not bothered by dirt and insects or because it might be your father’s.

You two dig into your food—burgers, fries, milkshakes, a piece of cherry pie, the whole package. Dean inhales his, clearly starving from your few days of confinement. But you eat slowly, savoring the food as much as you savor the moment.

A few butterflies roam in the distance, and somewhere far away, the roar of a waterfall can be heard. The breeze is still cold, but the sun shining down on you is warm and comforting. It shines down on Dean, and his hair catches just the smallest hints of honey-gold.

It takes you back. To that blonde kid you once stalked like a mourning spirit. To the time when his eyes were brighter, his shoulders less heavy, his smile more innocent. But maybe it had never been. Maybe you had just been blind to the curse that loomed over him, maybe you hadn’t noticed his shifting eyes or the demons that followed him around because you didn’t know they existed.

But now you do. Now you know. Now you can see it all, every part of Dean. Every insane, tragic, fucked-up part of him.

And you still fucking love him.

You haven’t said it again. You know you muttered it that night, when you handed your bleeding heart to him and he ran away with it. But Dean hasn’t mentioned it, hasn’t even tried. So you don’t either, because maybe he doesn’t love you—and that’s okay.

You will love him until the day you die, even if he doesn’t love you back.

So while he talks about the last hunt he was in—not the skinwalkers, the one before that—you stare at the silver scar on his eyebrow and the way his teeth flash when he grins. You watch as a ladybug climbs his arm, slowly making her way around his bicep.

Lucky.

You hear Dean murmur your name, and the edge in his words makes you look up immediately.

“I will have to leave tomorrow.”

The world stops for just a second. For a moment, you can’t breathe, and the butterflies are frozen mid-flight, and the waterfall falls silent, and the ladybug stops walking.

No, no, no.

You can’t go back. Back to those days of loneliness, of nothing but silence and dust, of nightmares and shadows. Of waiting, and longing, and crying. You can’t go back to a life without Dean.

“I can come visit, when Dad doesn’t need me. It will be hard, and he won’t like it, but—”

“Let me come with you.”

The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. Dean stares at you with wide eyes, and you look back with nothing but deep-seated, all-consuming desperation.

Dean whispers your name, his expression darkening. “You can’t—” Tears fill your eyes against your will, and it looks like Dean is breaking at the sight of them. “It’s a hard life. It isn’t pretty. It’s dangerous, and you could get hurt.”

“I don’t care.” Even with tears in your eyes, your voice is firmer than it has ever been. “I can handle it, Dean. You know I can.”

Because you’ve handled worse. Worse monsters than bloodsuckers and moon-howlers. You’ve faced real monsters—the ones with friendly faces, the ones supposed to take care of you.

And Dean knows it, because he seems to hesitate. He stops himself from reaching for you, and you think you can see that same fire in his eyes. The same fire that’s burning inside you—the need, the hunger, the adoration.

“Sweetheart.” He sounds sad. Just so fucking sad. And you would let the world burn if it meant he’d never sound like that again.

Your pretty boy, doomed from birth. He deserved so much better.

“I wish you could come with me,” he whispers, not looking at you. “But I… I’m not the guy you think I am. There’s blood on my hands, baby. I—I can’t put you in danger like that. You can’t just leave—”

“And I should stay here doing what, Dean? Rotting away in that house like my mother did?”

That shuts him up. His eyes meet yours, and you know he’s so close to giving in. Because as much as you need him—as you can’t stand to be away from him, how much it hurts to watch him go every time, how much you fucking crave him like air—he might need you just as much.

“You’ve seen me handling a gun, Dean. I can be better. You can teach me.” The tears are gone, and your voice is just as decisive as before. You are not losing this battle; you’ve already lost too much. “I’m good with my knife, and I can help with research. You know I don’t scare easily.”

Your eyes soften where they lock onto his, his forest green meeting your tornado—still eerie, but toughened. “I’m not scared of you.”

Dean’s eyes close, and you know he’s given up. His mouth curls down, like you just slapped him. But his hands twitch, still aching to reach out for you, and the sigh he lets out is pure defeat and relief.

“You have to think about it.” He shakes his head when he sees you about to complain. “This isn’t a decision you make in one day. You will think about it.”

You take the small victory, dragging your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them silently. Dean still looks conflicted, and for a long moment you two are lost in your own thoughts—lost, but together

You watch carefully—chin propped on your knees, humming a slow song under your breath—as a butterfly flies by. Small, blue, and fragile. She fights against the breeze that tries to push her back and finally settles on a lupine. You can’t help but smile at the sight.

“I’ve thought about it, you know?” You feel Dean’s head turn toward you, but you keep your eyes on the butterfly. Delicate, frail, but determined. “About you, about leaving. About following you to wherever you disappeared every time.”

More silence.

Come on, this is the moment. It’s now or never.

“I’ve known you since I was a child, and I used to feel sick every time I looked at you,” you murmur with a smile, fingers reaching out to fidget with one of the wildflowers. “It was just this—thing curling inside of me, simmering beneath the surface, turning in my stomach.”

There’s a long moment of silence, where Dean tries to decipher if it’s an insult or not, and you’re completely lost in memories that feel like ages ago and just yesterday at the same time. The butterfly’s wings flutter, like she might fly away again.

“It was love, I guess.”

Dean looks like all the air has been punched out of his lungs, and at this pace, you’ll end up making him pass out. He stares at you, dumbfounded, for a long moment.

“What did you say?”

“I love you, Dean Winchester,” you repeat, finally turning to hold his eyes with a certainty you never thought you’d have. All fear is gone, because it doesn’t matter if he loves you back or not. Your heart is his, and he deserves to know.

“So let me go with you, and I’ll follow wherever you go.”

“You know,” his voice is strained, choked out, “that’s emotional manipulation.”

That makes you laugh—a full-on belly laugh. Dean smiles at you, but then chews on the inside of his cheek, his eyes shadowing down.

“I’ve been talking to Dad about hunting on my own, and Baby is basically mine already.” You can almost see the gears turning in his mind, and you’re sure he’ll draw blood soon if he doesn’t stop abusing his teeth.

“We would hunt together, and we can take Sammy with us sometimes. Dad won’t like it, but—I don’t want you to hunt with him. But maybe…”

If you don’t stop him right now, you might just cry again.

Oh, John Winchester, one day I will catch you.

You leap forward, eliciting a small yelp from Dean as you tackle him to the grass. You swallow down any complaints as your lips press against his and your tongue slides into his mouth. He lets you in, opening up and wrapping his arms around you. He holds you like he’s scared you’ll disappear, like he’s terrified this isn’t real. But now, you’re sure it is.

Because perched in Dean’s lap, with the grass tickling under your palms and the sweet grape scent of the flowers, you’ve never felt more alive.

“It’ll be me and you against the world,” Dean mumbles against your lips, and you’ve never heard more glorious words.

“You and me,” you whisper back, cupping his face. In the distance, you catch the blue butterfly flying away. “Forever.”

Maybe saying goodbye to Marigold will be sad—you’ll probably end up taking at least one part of her with you—and you’ll have to ask Bobby if he can hold onto your book collection so they don’t rot along with the rest of the house. You will miss your roof and its warm clay tiles, and maybe you’ll even miss this awful town.

But you won’t have to live in a cobweb-filled home that was never really a home. You won’t have to hide under the covers from the ghosts of your past, and you won’t have to stare at the hole in the couch your mom left every day.

You won’t have to miss Dean anymore, because there’s not a place on this earth you won’t follow him to.

To hell and heaven and everything in between—you will follow.

“I love you.”

For a moment, you think it’s your inner voice—just your heart reminding you of your love for Dean. But the voice is too deep, too rough, and it vibrates beneath you. So you break the kiss, and this time you're the one gaping down at him, feeling like you might pass out.

“What?” The question comes out tiny, breathless.

“I love you,” he says your name devotedly, like it’s holy.

And finally, the beast breaks out of your chest. It tears through your ribs and crawls up your throat. It rips all your insides to shreds and forces its way out. You kiss Dean again, starved in a way none of you were expecting. He moans when your teeth crash, but the pain doesn’t bother you. You’re possessed—wild and feral.

You break the kiss only to yank his shirt off, ignoring his small sound of surprise. Dean tries to speak, but you shut him up with another kiss, just as violent. Tongues tangle and noses bump. His hands roam over your body, and he tries to pull off your shirt too.

But you’re all beast—insatiable and hungry. So you kiss the corner of his mouth, bite the soft flesh of his cheek. Nip at his jaw, lick your way up to his ear. You bite and suck down his neck, leaving red and purple bruises all around. Your hands trail down his biceps, leaving angry red lines across the firm muscle, savoring the feel of skin under your nails. You sink your teeth into the curve of his neck and shoulder, hard, leaving a deep bite mark. The indent of your teeth looks neat and perfect on his body.

Dean pants your name, hushed and trembling. “What the hell are you—” He’s cut off when you bite again, this time on his bicep. A sick satisfaction washes over you at the sight of the marks. They’re animalistic, filthy, almost grotesque. But the sight has you grinding down on Dean’s stomach.

“What the fuck has gotten into you?”

Dean loves you. That’s what’s gotten into you. Dean loves you, and he’s yours and you’re his. You will leave with him, and you’ll never have to miss him again.

“‘M gonna eat you,” you drawl against his chest, kissing down his torso.

So you get as close as you can to devouring him without crossing the line into actual cannibalism, while Dean groans and jerks beneath you. You trap his flesh gently between your teeth. You lick and kiss every scar that mars his body. You leave little bruises across his ribcage, another bite mark right over his heart. You pepper kisses down the trail of thin hairs leading south. Finally, you tug at his jeans, leaning back from his skin to admire your masterpiece.

Dean lies on the grass, hair tousled by your hands, lips bitten blood-red. He’s slick with your spit, shivering each time the cold breeze brushes over him. Marked all over, utterly yours, and you have to fight the urge to rip his boxers off right then and there.

Because you’re starving. Your tongue feels heavy, your mouth waters, and you’re just so, so hungry.

Dean hisses when you pull his cock out, long and red and—in a very sick, insane way—pretty. There are drops of precum on the tip, and it’s hard and warm in your hand. You lick your lips, feeling a little unhinged.

“You look kinda scary,” Dean breathes out, mouth parted as he looks at you. He throws his head back and groans when you suck the head of his dick into your mouth. “It’s hot.”

You’re unrelenting. Slurping and whining around him until you take him all the way down, until your nose brushes his hips and his cockhead hits the back of your throat, making you moan through a mouthful of cock. The vibrations make Dean jerk his hips up, grunting so loud that if you were a little less clouded with the intensity of your desire you would be worried about people finding you two. “Do that again, fuck.”

Your thumbs rub over his hip bones, tongue circling around the tip to collect precum before swallowing it down. The taste makes you moan again, and Dean’s hand finds its home in your hair, tugging and pulling in the way he has learned you love.

You relax your jaw and start bopping your head up and down, holding Dean’s hips down and savoring every moment of having him in your mouth. Spit dribbles down your chin as Dean keeps hitting the back of your throat repeatedly—you thank every deity that you don’t have a sensitive gag reflex. Because you love having Dean like this, deep inside your mouth, writhing and whimpering under you.

“You’re so fucking warm, I love you.” This time the whine around his cock is so loud that Dean’s cock twitches, finally making you gag slightly. “I love you, fuck. I love you so much,” he rasps out your name.

It makes you double down, head moving faster and throat tightening around him.

“I—I’m gonna come, sweetheart.” He talks through his teeth, pulling on your hair almost to pull you away. You don’t let him, nails digging into his hips and a hand moving to squeeze his balls until his hips buck up and he throws his head back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth parted in a silent moan.

Your teeth graze the underside of his cock. Just the smallest hint of them, for just a moment, but it’s enough to make Dean come. He makes a small, broken noise and empties himself in your mouth.

It coats your tongue in white, dribbling down the edges of your lips as you pull away. You use your thumb to collect it before it falls off, licking it clean right after. Somewhere in the distance, Dean groans and covers his eyes with an arm, breath ragged and softening cock twitching.

You just love the taste, love swallowing down every bit of cum Dean offers like it’s nectar. It’s the closest you’ll get to consume him in the way you want—to eat him down to the bone and taste his essence on your teeth. So you hum contentedly and make sure not a drop goes to waste.

“You’re a fucking demon,” Dean chokes out, still trying to catch his breath. You drop on top of him with a grin after tucking him back in his underwear, trying to protect him from the breeze that slowly gets colder as the sun starts to lay low.

“So you’re gonna kill me?” you ask lowly against his ear, pressing a peck on top of the hickey right under it.

“Might have to.” He pulls his arm off his face and looks at you with glassy, glowy green eyes. “Or you are gonna kill me.”

You giggle against his stubble, light and airy, because you finally have no reason to be sad.

No, you had a lot of reasons to be sad. But you can deal with all of them if Dean is by your side.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, lips brushing his jaw. “I would choose to die by your hands. It’s kind of hot.”

“You little freak. I can’t believe I fell in love with a psychopath.”

That night, after you pack your most important stuff and leave the rest with Bobby, Dean steals a car for you to drive to Montana, where Sam and the Impala are waiting. And maybe he uses a knife, and you have to drive away fast because the owner walks out of the bar and starts screaming at you. Maybe he keeps a gun in the center console. And you know the talk with John won’t be easy, and the horrors that hide in the dark might turn out to be scarier than you anticipate.

Because maybe Dean is not a white knight, some kind of moralistic hero. Maybe he’s not even the good guy sometimes. But you don’t care, because his grip on your thigh is firm but tender, and his eyes glance at you with warmth in the red lights, and he stops and buys you coffee every few hours without you even asking because he knows you love it.

You don’t care, because you love him. Because he loves you.

And you would choose him—with his baggage and his blood-stained hands and his shadows—over any “good man” any day.

And you will follow him through every adventure and misadventure until the day your heart gives out. And even then, you hope they bury you right next to him, so you two can rot together for the rest of eternity.

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NOTES: i'm not crying, you are. guys, we've finally reached the end of this adventure and i could not be more grateful and enamored with it. it has been such an amazing experience to write these two characters, to be able to write a character I love so much like this reader, she will forever live in my heart. the support and love y'all have given to this series is so fucking heartwarming and I'm trying not to be all sappy but I love you all so much. all your sweet words really motivate me to keep pursuing my passion, so thank you.

i will miss these two lovebirds so much, but im sure that wherever they are, they are fine because they have each other. btw, in my head, reader tries to make a demon deal to bring back dean after he goes to hell but no demon will accept, and she ends up returning to her house in sioux falls and only survives because bobby forces her to. then dean returns and it all goes up in flames.

Anyway! I will stop yapping now. But before, an important announcement. A lot of you sweethearts asked to be tagged in this series (again, thank you with tears in my eyes) but since I don't know how many of you want to keep being tagged in other works, I will delete everyone who was added for this series.

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IF THE BATFAM HAD A REALITY SHOW: EPISODE 2 !COSTCO EXCLUSIVE! - FEAT BATSIS!READER

Pairings: Batfam x Batsis, batboys x batsis Content: Swearing, crude humour, Damian is a warning in himself lets bfr, classist jokes, reader calls Bruce "Daddy" in a platonic way, because that's what I call my father, the internet has sexualised that word too much imo

A/N: This was so fun you guys, if you want more pls tell me Huzzlings I tag: @ilona2nerrie, @softieekayy, @inejinn, @watchmakerhippo

🖤The Wayne Family: Trauma, Trust Funds & Tiaras🖤 – Episode 2: ‘The Costco Incident’

[OPENING SCENE: Theme Song Over Slow-Mo Glam Shots]

Flashing paparazzi. Designer heels on marble floors. One (1) feral sibling wrestling someone off-camera. Cut to black SUVS, Steph falls into pool. Tim is asleep in the confessional booth. The screen reads:

They have money. They have issues. And now they have a camera crew.

NARRATOR:

“Previously on Trauma, Trust Funds, and Tiaras—Stephanie discovered her incompetencies in the kitchen, Richard had a catastrophic breakdown leading up to the family dinner and Y/N had her banana milk stolen and never found out about the offender, this week on Trauma, Trust Funds & Tiaras, the Wayne take a trip to Costco, in attempts for "middle class immersion" in the words of Mr.Wayne.

CONFESSIONAL CAM - Y/N

[Y/N]: Daddy said we needed to learn how to ‘live like the commoners.’ So he rented out a Costco. Because obviously the most grounded way to experience the working class is by clearing out a warehouse that sells peri peri sauce by the bucket. I came for the free samples and banana milk.... and to watch Tim horde coffee beans and red bulls like a fucking dumbass

SCENE: INT. COSTCO – DAY

Dick, with wonder in his eyes: I love Costco it's like Target but on creatine.

Jason: (Already holding three rotisserie chickens) I'm not leaving without the giant teddy bear. I need it. For my—emotional support.

Tim: Why is everything in packs of 600?

Damian: (pushing the cart as though it is a war chariot) WHY ARE THERE THREE KILOS OF GRATED CHEESE IN THE CART?

Y/N: (holding a 1.5kg jar of Nutella and appears to be bench pressing a 72 pack of banana milk) “You bitches are asking the wrong questions. Where are the food samples?”

CONFESSIONAL CAM: TIM

Tim: Y/N took one of those free samples and looked the poor woman dead in the eye and said, ‘I’m going to need a whole pie for testing purposes.’ And somehow she GOT IT.

SCENE: HOUSEHOLD SUPPLIES AISLE

Bruce: (reading label) Darling, do we need a pack of 48 bath towels?

Y/N: We didn’t need a 70-room mansion either did we daddy, but here we are.

Jason: Are we talking about regrets? Because I found a kayak. I want the kayak.

Dick: Jason, we don’t have a lake????

Jason: Didn’t say I’d use it on water Dickwad

CONFESSIONAL CAM – DAMIAN

Damian, (arms crossed, fully serious): I tackled someone for the last tub of hummus. I have no regrets. They were 76. Survival of the fittest.

SCENE: CHECKOUT

Employee: (terrified) That’ll be $9,873.42.

Y/N: (hands over another party-sized bag of doritos, walks over to buy hotdog ) Dad, blink once if you’re judging me.

Bruce: (does not blink)

Tim: We bought 120 rolls of toilet paper.

Y/N: “You say that like you don’t have trust fund anxiety.”

Jason: “I bought a tent even though don’t camp, I just wanna to sit in it when I hate all of you

CONFESSIONAL CAM – DICK

Dick: We lost Damian for a few minutes and when we found him he was in the mega camping tent on display

CONFESSIONAL CAM – BRUCE

Bruce: I wanted to teach them humility. Instead, Y/N asked if she could buy a forklift ‘just because it looks like fun.’

CONFESSIONAL CAM – Y/N

Y/N: I did donuts in the Costco parking lot with my Urus, I made Tim film it.Jason joined in with his motor bike, and Dick stole the dirt bike Dad bought Damian, I literally love this family.”

ENDING SCENE: THE LOADING DOCK

Bruce stares at a mountain of bulk items.

Jason and Dick are sword fighting with baguettes.

Tim is checking if they got enough cold brew to last the week (they didn’t).

Y/N is trying to fit a 2m teddy bear into The Range Rover because her Urus' boot is full

Damian is attempting to indoctrinate a goose that wandered in from outside into crime fighting.

Narrator:

“Next week on Trauma, Trust Funds, and Tiaras — - the Waynes throw a charity gala, Y/N mistakes it for a themed rave. - Tim overdoses on espresso, needing a chamomile tea IV Drip, - Jason wears the giant teddy bear as a disguise. “Tune in for more wealth, whiplash, and whatever the hell Damian’s doing in the koi pond.”

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[deadghosy]

I love your work so much imagine ben Drowned in hasbin hotel.

Them crawling out of the TV and alistor is like I don't like tv but can you mess with vox😭.

SURE!! LOL! 🦆💗If anyone wants to do a creepypasta! Reader, I will make it a fanon version cause that’s most easier since I’ve always seen the fanon side of creepypasta when I was into the fandom💗

HAZBIN HOTEL X BEN DROWNED! READER

prompt: after jumping into a tv to hide from being stabbed by Jeff…you accidentally went into a show called HAZBIN HOTEL……

Your dumbass didn’t even check what was on tv…it was just left on as you are now falling to a city in a shape of a…..pentagram?

Welll shit…you are in a hell cartoon…

Meanwhile with Jeff: “where the fuck is that short tacked bitch…” he said holding his knife tightly as his eyes glanced at the tv. “That bastard!”

MEANWHILE WITH YOU: You pointed to a service pole and started to surge through the electrical wire into some random old tv box. You pressed your hand through the tv screen and came out of it. As you came out of it a gasp was heard to see a bunch of characters…..oh boy…

After basically getting chased around the hotel and interrogated…they let you stay by Charlie’s words as she was excited to have another member to her crew at last. 

Few weeks later, they have gotten use to you. I mean Alastor still keeps an eye on you as you play games and go through electronics around the place.

Angel thinks it’s funny for you to hack Valentino’s page to make his bio say “I have a small dick.”

Vaggie makes you go out on errands until she can find you a decent duty at least. But she appreciates how you help around a lot.

Husk thinks your pretty annoying because of your gen z & gen alpha humor. I headcannon ben and you to basically be a media specialist to learn the lingo around and to understand the generation.

“Hey husk…” “hey kid…” “you’re so not alpha male…” “…the fuck?” “Sooo not slay.” “Get the fuck out my face.” *cue you doing a gremlin ass laugh*

I can see Velvette making fun of you for wearing the link fit😭 she would be confused as if you were a stinky cosplayer kid-

“GOOD HELL?! What are you wearing dear..” the female vee says as you look down to your link outfit. “What’s wrong with it? I think I look ✨f a b u l o u s✨” you said with sass

“You look horrendous. THAT’S what you look like.” Velvette says. You rolled your eyes as she snapped her fingers giving you black converses, tan brown pants, and a green hoodie. She had let you keep your link hat as you actually liked how you looked.

Maybe when you get back to slender’s mansion you can spend his card to buy an outfit like this.

I imagine Charlie or niffty trying to wipe off the blood tears of your eyes thinking you were crying as you stand there like “what is going on-🤨” most definitely the face look like this “:T”

Angel dust brought you a gaming set from a thrift shop as you smiled happily at this and started to play….only to find out it had knock off versions of the games in the human world….impta?! (GTA) PENTACRAFT?! (Minecraft) hellmon?? (Pokémon)

You immediately thrown the gaming set outside and decided to go hack Vox’s system for fun again.

I can imagine reader sending random “if you don’t like this, Lucifer is coming for you.” posts to random sinner to fuck with them.

I can DEFINITELY see Alastor asking you to go mess with Vox’s tech even if he doesn’t like those picture boxes. “Ben/Reader, my fine fellow..I got a favor to ask of you.” After he asked you to go mess with this dude named Vox. You smiled as you transported into your own tv and go to the vee tower.

You hacked into Vox’s system as he spit his coffee out to see “nya cat” on all his computers and devices as you snicker seeing Vox’s face trying to fix it. You laughed showing yourself as your bloody tears roll down your face because of laughing. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!” Vox asked angrily

“IM YOU! BUT BETTER! GET HACKED LOSER!” You said before disappearing from his system as Vox claws his desk in anger.

Alastor had a good chuckle when you told him what you did. “I never liked this picture boxes…but you my friend, are true entertainment.” After this your relationship with Alastor grew as he would pay you handsomely with snacks as you go and piss Vox off on any other day.

Valentino and Vox hate your guys to the point they want to kill you while Velvette is just chill with you as she helps you with your outfits and aesthetics.

I imagine since Ben drowned also looks like link, you have long hair like link but sometimes cut it down to bit length to not trip on it.

You give off that “new worker at McDonald’s” vibes as you would just play around instead of helping the residents😭

“Can I have keycard?” “….how about no?”

I imagine you just tapping on and off a lamp post boredly as Valentino keeps going towards it and away from. “On….off…on…off…” you liked to mess with people

You had tapped on sir Pentious’s device once and it exploded…yeah you were pretty much banned from his room and lab. But it was worth it.

You definitely wrestle with husk as husk will just try to claw out your eyes only him to just get pepper sprayed by you.

“AGG MY FUCKIN' EYES!!” “I didn’t know this shit would work on demons..”

Lucifer was definitely intrigued with your appearance as you seemed like a human. But also had a demonic appearance. So he questioned you and you just kept saying “SWAG!” He got tired of it and demanded you as the ruler of hell.

It didn’t work as you just shrug with a “:D” face and transported into a wire. Lucifer was bamboozled as he just stood there like “what just happened”

You showed niffty how to beat any person during a game as you, yourself is a hacker and can beat any game personally.

You looked at the phone that you stole from that flat faced dude as you smirked having an idea as you transported into the phone to try and go find Jeff. And lucky you did as he was sitting on the couch watching wrestling.

“Heyyy buddy.” You said looking through the tv to see Jeff. He scoffed seeing that his favorite program was ruined by your face. Jeff turned off the tv. Your face was like a pikachu shocked face. “THAT BITC-”

[amostimprobabledream]

Bleach Captains Cursing

I started thinking about this, mainly with how different Kensei and Tousen and Shinji and Aizen's captain styles are, and this bloomed forth.

Kenpachi Zaraki:

- The supreme king of foul mouthed shinigami. Kenpachi came from the roughest place in the Rukongai and all his subordinates are rough and rowdy guys. Nobody gives a flying fuck about cussing.

- Unlike some of his subordinates, Kenpachi doesn't swear every sentence, he just doesn't care when or where he does it. Collectively refers to his division as "motherfuckers" or "bastards".

- Yachiru doesn't really swear as much, just mild stuff like "damn" or "hell". She does know the more extreme words, she just doesn't say them because Kenpachi bribed her with sweets - he doesn't need Yachiru shrieking "fuck!" over and over again in his ear.

- He doesn't care if people swear at him. He's used to it. He will mock you relentlessly if you use words like "heck" or "darn" and call you a pussy.

Kensei Muguruma:

- Not only does Kensei swear, but he will swear at his subordinates. Mashiro gets called "Dumbass" as much as her own name. While Kensei still does adhere to basic etiquette, especially places as rigid as Soul Society, he's generally more informal and his time in the World of the Living has shaped that as well.

- It took Hisagi a little time to adjust - Tousen never swore so at first he's a little shocked to hear a Captain speaking so bluntly, but he secretly gets a little giddy thrill like "Omg Muguruma-taicho swore! - I mean, drill sergeants are pretty famous for being foul-mouthed and that's Kensei's general captaining style. And chefs - Kensei's cursing gets 100% worse in the kitchen, and a lot more creative.

- Gets very sweary in bed. Especially if you're doing something that especially turns him on, like licking and sucking on his neck - he'll groan and mutter a throaty, "Fuck, babe..."

Lisa Yadomaru: - Not only does Lisa read porn out in the open, she also swears like a sailor. She has no sense of shame or decorum and gives no shits who's in earshot. - Lisa's not a person to swear out of anger, she just has a generally crass, laidback way of talking and she prefers to call a spade a spade. She's not going to shy away from perfectly suitable words just for the sake of some outdated idea of manners. If you don't like how she speaks, you don't have to copy her, but she won't be censored by anyone. - People who try to correct her to being more PG will find themselves roasted and psychoanalysed and Lisa diagnosing you with some kind of hidden kink that makes you scared of any kind of degeneracy. - The kind of person to use "bitch" as a compliment or will describe your outfit as being "so cunty", much to the glee of Yuyu and horror of Nanao.

Shinji Hirako:

- Like Lisa, Shinji doesn't swear because he's angry or feeling hostile in general, but he's just a casual guy who chafes under too much restriction and stuffiness. So he'll casually ask someone "what the fuck's yer problem?" without batting an eye, usually delivered in that deadpan way he has.

- Like Hisagi, Momo is a bit shocked by Shinji's uncouth mouth at first because of course Aizen never swore when he was a shinigami, but she might giggle at some of Shinji's more creative insults. He refers to Aizen as "that motherfucker" and manages to pack a fair amount of loathing into it. - The only time Shinji doesn't swear if he's annoyed is around Hiyori - mostly because Hiyori already screams insults at people at max volume, repeatedly and won't stop until she gets a reaction, so he and the other Vizards have gone out of their way to prevent her learning any swear words beyond "damn" or "crap."

Like Kensei, he also gets more foul-mouthed during bedroom activities, and his accent gets more pronounced as well. "S-shit, darlin', yer driving me crazy..."

Shunsui Kyoraku:

- Son of a very wealthy family he may be, but Shunsui is lackadaisical by nature and that includes his mouth. He doesn't go out of his way to swear but the words come very easily to him. - He does try to reserve the cussing for more appropriate situations - he got smacked upside the head by Yama-jii enough as a youth for speaking too informally to his superior officers, so he does know when and where to allow the filth to be verbalised. - Would NEVER swear at a woman, even if she's an enemy he has to fight. That's not gentlemanly! - Well, unless it's in the bedroom and you ask him to, but even then it's mostly to tell you how "fucking good" you make him feel. If you cuss at him he'll just chuckle and take it in good humour. He finds it cute and he's too old to be upset by a little blue language. Rose Otoribashi: - Rose is a pretty laidback guy and rarely feels much in the way of feeling angry or belligerent, so he's unlikely to swear up a storm. - He has no problems with other people swearing - he lived with Shinji, Kensei and Lisa for a century when they had very good reasons to vent out their angry, but overall he's not particularly foul-mouthed. - He does include swearing in his songs if it rhymes and feels appropriate to the mood, though. He's an artist and won't be bound by decorum when there's lyrics to be written!

Mayuri Kurotsuchi:

- Mayuri is generally very rude, not because he swears or uses crude language but because he's so relentlessly condescending. I think he views cussing as language of people with poor vocabulary.

- Not to say he won't swear if the situation calls for it, but he's insulting enough without needing them. In generally it's reserved for when he's really annoyed or really excited.

- Nobody in his division would dare swear at him, though people to swear if they fuck up an experiment or whatever. He'll mostly just roll his eyes or demand to know what all "the commotion" is. - Enjoys kicking back and watching Kenpachi and Byakuya argue back and forth during Captain's meetings about the former's dirty mouth, occupying a median between the two.

Soi Fon: - I know, she's surprisingly low on this list. But Soi Fon grew up in a very traditional family who value discipline and order greatly - speaking rudely before your superiors is a massive no-no, so I doubt she's been exposed to a lot of cussing growing up. - At heart Soi Fon is still pretty young for shinigami standards, she was a starstruck fangirl back in Turn Back The Pendulum, and unlike Byakuya she's terrible at reining in her temper. - This is also partly due to Yoruichi's influence - before Soi Fon met Yoruichi she would never have considered swearing, but when Yoruichi would casually swear in front of her it started to break that taboo a little bit. She doesn't do it in front of her own subordinates, feeling she needs to set an example, and won't stand for them swearing around her, but she has been known to let loose when especially frustrated. - There are two people who do frequently drive Soi Fon to swearing - Omaeda and Urahara. Unfortunately for her, only the former is around for her to smack.

Byakuya Kuchiki:

- Byakuya views himself as everything a shinigami should strive to be. Disciplined, logical, graceful, strictly adhering to rules and keenly aware of social graces. So naturally he does not cuss.

- ...In public. Byakuya isn't a fan of people like Kenpachi who swear all damn day, but he does still have that temper he did as a kid, he's just good at masking it.

- So he has cussed before when nobody is around or in the privacy of his own quartets. He manages to do it elegantly, but Byakuya Kuchiki has said "fuck." under his breath after stubbing his toe on the coffee table. - He never does so in public, though, and he'll outright mock people who do cuss in formal settings and ask if they were raised in a barn (he's bickered with Kenpachi many times over this). Kenpachi, Yoruichi and Ichigo are normally the only people who cuss at Byakuya and he despairs at the lot of them. Unohana Retsu: - I don't know for sure how Unohana spoke during her days as the first Kenpachi. Likely she had a much more crass manner of speech to go with her more outwardly bloodthirsty ways, so she probably had a foul mouth in her early years. - But, swearing up and down the corridor isn't really good bedside manner and Unohana had a complete overhaul of her aesthetic, mannerisms, attitude, etc when she became the Unohana we know. So she's likely not been publicly swearing for centuries, nor does she really need to - even captains older and more powerful than her like Shunsui and Ukitake still step lightly around her and her own division are scared of her despite her soft-spoken manner.

-I'd say Unohana only swears now when indulging in her bloodthirsty side, and probably only sparingly for extra impact. Kenpachi is probably the person who's heard her swear the most out of anyone. Sajin Komamura: - Given his honourable personality, Komamura probably doesn't like to swear much, especially not in the hearing of his subordinates. As the captain, he has to set a good example for his pack squad. - However, he does have a cheat code: when he gets angry and does want to cuss, he does...in dog language. So sometimes he'll be reading a mission report and he'll suddenly start snarling over some bad news, perhaps some people in his squad are MIA... - Cue barking and growling coming from his office. The only one who knows why he sometimes does this is Iba, who considers it a violation of his manly code to blab his captain's secrets - so he leaves his captain to bark his frustrations. - Komamura does send his dog out of the room if this happens - he doesn't want to besmirch his innocent ears.

Ukitake Juushiro:

- I know what you're going to say - this pure cinnamon roll would never swear! However, remember Ukitake is still a grown man, he's not going to have an asthma attack over one f-bomb. His best friend is Shunsui, after all.

- But yes, Ukitake himself does not cuss. Firstly he's a noble, albeit not as high ranking as Shunsi or Byakuya, and secondly he has a horde of impressionable younger siblings. And thirdly, he was practically raised by Yamamoto who takes a hardline stance on such things. These factors mean he's habitually clean-mouthed.

- The kind of guy who shushes people if they swear around kids, though he doesn't police people's language like Byakuya does - he just looks slightly scandalised.

- The only time he voluntarily swears is under extreme emotional duress. That's how you know shit is serious. Also, he blushes slightly when he swears even if he's feeling extremely upset or angered, like he's internally clutching his pearls but having to compartmentalise.

Hitsugaya Toshiro:

- Unsurprisingly the least foul mouthed since he's still a kid by shinigami standards. And he's still haunted by his granny washing his mouth out with soap when she heard him and Momo cuss once as kids.

- Not only does he not swear but nobody in his division swears unless he's out of earshot - even Rangiku tries to watch her language around her cute lil captain. (This doesn't apply if she's drunk but luckily most of what she does say when hammered is incoherent or rambling about Gin.) - He also blushes if he does hear swearing and will hiss about "you kiss your mother with that mouth?!", but if it's one of the older captains doing it then he can't really lecture them. - Even in his older form, swearing just doesn't sound natural coming from him, he sounds hilariously stiff and stilted with it. He tries to emulate Byakuya's dignified way of speech, unaware Byakuya swore because he burned his finger when his tea was too hot last week.

[motheroffeline]

Infatuation (pt. 2)

Happy late Valentine's Day guys! I would have posted this yesterday, but I was kinda busy sooo yeah here it is lol.

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI!!!, extremely dark, oral (m receiving), sex, photographer!OC!character!Ari x Dom!Aaron Pierre, nicknames (daddy, baby, etc.), explicit name calling (dumbass, bitch, slut,etc...), bondage with zip ties, squirting, fingering (f receiving), humiliation, dubious consent, omniscient third person, and mentions of blackmail. Taglist: @kaylalb @alexinmotion @ovohanna24 @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @honeys-archives @fairygoround Summary: Ari leaves the right-wing room of the venue with a sullen faced Aaron Pierre which gives reason for suspicion. But, after knowing what Ari has on him, he declares that he will take a "momentary" break from the limelight and cameras to reconnect with nature. In reality, Ari plans to condition him into being her personal object. But will she always be in control?

(The story will pick up at Ari's house to clear up any confusion.)

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"Mmmmmmm, I'm sucking this dick good ain't I daddy?" Ari had immediately demanded that Aaron strip naked when they went into her house. It wasn't like Aaron was a weak man, he was over twice the size of Ari and could have cracked her head but why didn't he? Pure shock. The idea of someone close to him betraying him in such a manner left him completely stock still regarding how to handle the situation.

Aaron lets out a guttural moan as Ari deepthroats him, licking and sucking his dick like it was all she could do in life. They were out in the woods nobody knew where he was, and the press would lay off for a while because he announced his hiatus. "What was this bitch up to?" He thought to himself as he stared down into her dark brown eyes as she completely devoured him. Her braids had come unraveled because of how aggressively she was bobbing her head up and down.

"Didn't know you'd be a silent lover, Mr. Pierre. You could at least say something." Cocky, Ari was very cocky about the way she thought he was wrapped around her finger. Those beautiful everchanging eyes would close in arousal and then open with horror at the sight of Ari on her knees.

He was deep in thought and the cusp of cumming all over Ari's face, but he continued to think and think when suddenly it came to him: he would pretend to engage in her sick game. Ari wasn't a normal young woman by any means, going behind anybody's back and stealing information was a fucked up thing to do. In short words, the bitch was crazy and not in a wannabe way either.

"Ari, fuck, keep doing that thing with your tongue, please? I'll be a good boy... ah, I'm gonna cum on your face." He said with genuine arousal as Ari smirked around his length. Some dark part of him wanted to fuck her throat like a fleshlight and tie her down, really give her what she wants. In a blur, he had reluctantly pushed Ari away from him. She was on her back lying on the floor like there was nothing in the world to worry about, staring at him saying "try me" with her eyes.

Everybody that knew Aaron knew that it was very hard to make him angry and even harder to get him to physically engage with anybody, but this was a different situation he had found himself in. This woman had interrupted the flow of his career and his life because she wanted to fuck around and fuck around, he would do with her.

Recognition flashed in Ari's eyes as she stared at the 6'3" man who was no longer entertaining her antics. There was a stark contrast in his eyes, a look of pure determination and sadism brewing just underneath it all. She started to back away from him, but he just walked closer and closer backing her up against the wall.

"Enough is a fucking enough, Ari. I'm tired of this blackmail shit and the childish shit, all of it! You're making me go crazy with how fucked up it all is. Threatening my damn family and then me are you right out of your fucking mind? Like I wouldn't fight back or some shit some time or another well the novelty is gone now, dumbass. I cannot live the rest of my life knowing that you may be doing this to other people. I gotta deal with this shit, now!"

Ari was truly frightened at the deepness of his voice and the conviction in his words as he set his eyes on her. She hurriedly got up from the floor and tried to run somewhere, anywhere but he caught her by the wrist with a bruising grip. She kicked and screamed but he dragged her all the same with a passive look in his eye.

Aaron dragged her into her bedroom unknowingly and pushed her on the bed. Coldness seeped in through the windows making the bed railing cold against her back as he forced her against it. After a long time of silence, Aaron finally said, "I'm gonna tie yo ass up." Sweat dripped unto Ari's nose and she could determine what would happen if she were to be bound by the pure glee in his eyes.

He paced out of the bedroom ignoring Ari chastising and cursing him because what she said didn't even matter now... no, not really. After some time of looking through Ari's cluttered pantry and in her kitchen drawer he finally found a pack of zip ties. Ari was crumpled up on the bed like he left her and it sent a surge of arousal right to his dick at the tears running down her face.

"Nahhh don't cry now, bitch! You wasn't doing that shit when you made me eat you out at the party, you wasn't doing that shit when you was sucking my dick today. You really scared? I personally don't give a fuck. Now, if you get up and decide that you wanna run I'll slap the shit out of you and I don't even hit women but I'll make an exception for you, Ari... Goddamn monster..."

Ari shivered as Aaron secured her arms and legs with the zip ties, his eyes gleaming with something she thought only belonged to her. Deep blue and hazel eyes stared at her through thick lashes observing her every struggle through the zip ties. Her eyes darted across her room hoping that something or someone would save her, but the situation was hopeless.

Aaron practically shrugged off his clothes as he got on top of the bed with Ari and she drooled at the sight of his dick hanging between his legs, balls swinging like a pendulum. She was conflicted on how to feel: turned on by how he was taking action or scared of what those actions would be. He ripped the panties off of her and the fabric breaking against her skin caused Ari let out a mortifying scream. Upon her scream, Aaron smiled and pushed two fingers inside of her core which caused her to moan.

He stroked her g spot, his fingers rubbing against the shallow part that she could never find with her own fingers. Drool ran onto her pillowcase as he dug her out with his fingers trying to draw an orgasm out of her. The way Aaron was looking at her made her clit jump with arousal and she felt herself humping against his fingers.

"M'so good, gonna cum on your fingers.. ahh, right there, right there up some more, please? You feel so good.." Ari felt embarrassed as the muddled moans left her mouth but she couldn't stop them from coming out because of how perfect everything felt even knowing that she was tied up turned her on.

"You soaking up my fingers real good... hear that shit? I know you about to cum go ahead and do that for me baby so I can fuck you." His voice pushed her over the edge and she squirted all over his fingers and the pressure pushed the two intrusions out. Aaron began to rapidly slap her clit with restrained force causing her to form a little puddle beneath where she lay.

He slapped his dick on her mound before rubbing the head in her arousal and pushed in so slowly that Ari could feel every single inch. It was like something she had never felt before and she found herself squirming as he pushed more of himself in. His dick was really splitting her open and she knew in that moment that her ass was his now in a whole lot of ways.

"The fuck you running from, Ari? You want this dick that's why you did all that dumbassery with the photos and the personal information because why else would you go do it? I bet your mama them ashamed they raised a slut like you. But, you love it don't you, Ari? This feeling of being completely. taken. over." He gently thrusted inside her three times, and it already felt like she was being pushed over the edge for a second time. He was digging her shit out like he hadn't fucking anyone in a while, turning her out like it was his job to do it.

After every thrust, his balls would smack against her clit making her yelp but she couldn't even touch him with the way her hands were bound. He flipped Ari over on her stomach and drove his dick back in with a passion hitting every single spot inside of her that had her vision blurry with tears. The bed was creaking as he fucked into her, his brows furrowed with pure, unadulterated lust as he felt Ari's walls flutter around him.

"Ohhh shit! You better cum on this dick, bitch. Mmmm, give me that shit. You thought it was cool didn't you? Blackmail me and then fuck me the rest of your life, right? Well, as you can see the shit didn't work and it never would have. Didn't nobody tell you not to go chasing after every dream? Now look at you, dream turned into a nightmare didn't it?" Ari came around his dick as he kept fucking into her at a punishing pace because he had not yet cum.

As Ari felt his throbbing dick against her walls and the veins rubbing against her insides a growing irony began to form inside of her head: the secluded nature of her house wasn't really helping her right now and the fact that she got the zip ties prior because she thought that she would be tying him up. It was like her life was being written to go exactly the way she didn't want it to go.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum in this pussy. Hope you on birth control, Ari." He grumbled as he thrusted into her for a last time, completely filled her to the brim with his seed as she whined from the full feeling.

Aaron pushed Ari back on her back and stared at her for like 10 minutes. The birds were chirping happily outside because it was morning now and the warmth from the windows did nothing to thaw the coolness inside of the house. His eyes were a forest green now with a hint of hazel but the lust never left his gaze and now it was targeted.

"Ari, I'll play the sick game with you since it seems like you got everything set up for us to play it. I know you still got them photos on your laptop and stuff but it's ight. Everytime I see you going out of your way to try to defame me and fuck with my family I'll do something even worse than this. Just play with me and see what happens, Ari."

To be truthful, Ari found herself wanting to test his boundaries all over again.

[starlostseungmin]

right here（ say less, princess ）— kim seungmin.

disclaimer !!　inspired by right here by chase atlantic. requested by my lovely moot @l3visbby because sleeveless seungmin with lip piercing is a fucking surprise, thank you so much i suffered a bit while writing hehe and @starseungs happy birthday ♡ — reposting because it won’t show on tags i deeply apologize.

✰ pairing : frat boy!seungmin x fem!reader (she/her pronouns).

✰ genre : friends to lovers, 18+, suggestive lmao, slight comfort, angst if you squint.

✰ warnings : lots of profanity and kissing (making out), pet names, angry seungmin, hyunjin is a jerk and calling names, him and seungmin fighting, mentions of blood and violence, nudity, MDNI semi-proofread. lmk if i missed one :'>

✰ word count : 3.1k

“Kim fucking Seungmin you shouldn’t have punched Hyunjin like that! He’s your friend!” You scolded him as he walked ahead with his long legs making you chase his pace. “Seungmin, wait!” 

It was one heck of a night after you went to the frat party Chan organized and got an invitation knowing that you’re close with him and Seungmin. You thought it would be great to have a social life for once and not end up causing a misunderstanding between a drunk Hyunjin and Seungmin who resorted to a fistfight after the former called you a whore when he doesn’t even know you that well. Frankly, it was so great seeing Seungmin punched Hyunjin square on his face but you can’t help but think about what he said that made your best friend fumed in anger.

“And let him degrade me like that? He was way out of the fucking line Y/N!” Seungmin argued, turning around showing his busted lip and the cut on his cheek. You stopped walking when he was looking at you like a sharp knifeーwanting to stab you in the chest. “I also did it for you so don’t take his side.” He added, pointing at you. He even got insulted by a drunk Hyunjin who didn’t seem to know any boundaries when alcohol struck him like lightning. 

“Why are you stooping down this low with some,” Hyunjin paused, looking at you from head to toe, eyes filled with disgust. “I don’t know man, she isn’t even pretty, not even suitable for being someone’s whoreー” Hyunjin didn’t even get to finish his sentence when Seungmin landed him a punch on his cheek so strong, he even collapsed to the ground. You know Hyunjin deserves it. 

“Fuck!” Hyunjin hissed, touching his busted lip as it bled to the back of his hand. He gathered his composure with Felix and Jeongin’s help as he glared at Seungmin. Hyunjin was about to approach him but Felix went ahead to interfere. 

“Seungminー” You called aiming to not him go any further. 

“Stay out of this Y/N!” Seungmin hissed at you. 

“Bitch,” Hyunjin scoffed. 

“Hyunjin shut the fuck up and apologize!” Felix snapped, shoving him to the side as he used his body to block Hyunjin’s way. Hyunjin rolled his eyes at the younger one as he wiped the blood off of his lip and hissed in pain. 

“Are you serious about her, huh? You’re better than that, Seungmin!” Hyunjin scoffed while wearing that smug smile on his face making Seungmin ball his fists tighter as his rage grew larger than the fucking warehouse they were in. 

You stood at a distance on the verge of tears watching them in turmoil thinking that you shouldn’t have come even if it was an exclusive invitation from Chan. It was just him and Seungmin that you’re friends with, not the rest of the kids but they were good, except Hyunjin who was way out of the line. You can’t even move out of your spot because you were too scared and disappointed. You’re not pretty. It was painful, like a slap or it felt like you were the one who got slammed. 

“Hyunjin don’t be such an ass. Apologize right now!” It was Chan who smacked Hyunjin’s arm but it wasn’t much of a help. 

“You can’t make a normal conversation with this dumbass,” Seungmin retorted as his face burned at the thought of his friend being an absolute shit. “You don’t know Y/N to say things to her like that and I’m not like you who loves being fucked out by whoever you motherfucking cunt.” And that’s when Seungmin added fuel to the fire as Hyunjin punched him in the face. Hyunjin’s ring hit a thin layer of skin on Seungmin’s cheek as it made a cut and bled. 

“Hyunjin stop!” Felix scolded when Seungmin hit the table. His eye twitched as he exhaled deeply and got even more furious. Hyunjin was smiling like he was out of his mind which is his current state. Seungmin suddenly grabbed his collarーinfuriated with his jaw tightened while looking into Hyunjin’s eyes filled with hatred. The others tried to separate them but it seemed like neither of them heard it. 

“Seungmin calm the fuck down!” Chan said who was holding his arm to loosen his grip on Hyunjin’s collar. “Let him go!” 

“I swear I’ll rip that fucking mouth of yours if you speak about Y/N like that again,” Seungmin said gritting his teeth and pushing Hyunjin away who just smirked in return. Seungmin shrugged everyone off and left the warehouseーclosing the door with a loud bang. You apologized to Chan saying you shouldn’t have come and gone to chase Seungmin out to the streets. There you found yourself talking face to face, still having those teary eyes of yours. 

You should have done something while you were there, maybe slap Hyunjin or kick his balls for being rude but you couldn’t. 

“He was right, okay!” You told him feeling like there was a lump in your throat while trying to hold those tears back. It should be ignoredーa comment like that, especially coming from a stranger isn’t worth it but seeing how Hyunjin looked at you brought up an insecurity that you always loathe. “I’m not pretty.” You repeated. 

“And you believe him?!” Seungmin asked with his nostrils fuming as he glared at you showing his creased forehead out of irritation and annoyance. “Do you fucking believe him?” He asked once again, this time his voice went a little bit higher. You couldn’t speak and just look at him, filled with self-doubt and uncertainty. Seungmin took it as a yes and exhaled heavily in dismay. “Fuck,” He breathed as he ran his fingers through his hair and left. 

A pang of guilt embraced your heart as you bit your lower lip. You followed him silently as he walked a meter away. He took glances at you to make sure no one else was there. It is past midnight after all and you don’t know where you’re headed to. The alley that Seungmin took wasn’t the way to his apartment. You didn’t want to ask any questions knowing that he might not be in the mood to talk after getting pissed while the words from Hyunjin were going in circles inside your head. It was heavy at each step, he didn’t have to call you out like that when you already know it. He may be stupid for calling you names but just those three fucking wordsーSeungmin’s world crumbled while you took it to heart. 

Not long after, you reached an unfamiliar place. A short building with no lights on. It looks like it was abandoned at some point but Seungmin suddenly opened a door by the hallway. You didn’t ask him anything and just followed him inside, removing your shoes by the entryway and walk barefooted. The lights were on the moment you entered and the room was a messy case. A studio filled with mirrors, music sheets all over the place, lamps, an old chair, and a broken couch, the bricked walls were painted white, and empty bottles of alcoholic drinks you didn’t want to know. 

Seungmin ran his fingers through his hair as he sat down on the couch, trying to ease the anger he felt out of Hyunjin. He was tired and you were exhausted after the party took the soul out of your body. You didn’t want to trigger him in any way now. 

“Are you just going to stand there?” He asked, looking at you standing by the door as your eyes wandered around. 

“Where are we?” You asked him. 

“My studio,” He answered. “This place is a mess, I haven’t started cleaning yet.” He added. 

“It’s fine. This place is cool,” You smiled but it didn’t reach your ears. Seungmin gave you a nod as you sat beside him, trying to examine his bruises. “Let me see your face,” You said. 

“Forget it,” Seungmin huffs as you glared at him, placing your palms on his cheek, carefully not to touch the wounded area. He knew he wouldn’t be able to brush you off. 

The edge of his lips got busted but the bleeding stopped a few minutes after, yet the cut on his cheek seemed so fresh. Seungmin couldn’t keep eye contact because his heart was going insane. Your touch has made an impact on him that he wanted to pull you closer and kiss your insecurity away but he knew he couldn’t. You were just friends. He tried to keep his composure like this was nothing but deep inside, he was unable to calm himself down. 

Seungmin is handsome, you won’t deny that. You loved his look tonight. A white sleeves top with a black collar and a tie, his ripped jeans and suspenders, his warm arm gloves, and that fucking lip piercing he has. You couldn’t take your eyes off it and the urge to touch his lips with your thumb made you curious how he’d react. 

Shaking your head to brush the thoughts off, Seungmin took a glance at you. 

“What?” He asked. 

“Do you have at least a first aid kit here?” You asked, trying to shift your attention to something else. 

“There’s one on the vanity,” He said as you quickly got up and headed straight to the vanity, avoiding any further thoughts and urging actions. You found the small white box sitting on the flat surface and grabbed it before sitting next to Seungmin. A soft click was heard when you placed it on the space between you and him as you opened it, taking a Q-tip and a cream for his wound. 

“Don’t do that again,” You told him as you placed a small amount of cream on the tip before rubbing it gently to his lip. 

“He’s an asshole,” Seungmin said, cringing at the stingy feeling as the cream touched his fresh cut. 

“He’s not worth it,” You answered, having your eyes focused on them as your hands got busy. Seungmin's eyes fell on your face thinking about how blind Hyunjin was. He’d kill him if he had the chance and there were words that he wanted to say but all he could ask was if you were okay. “I’m fine, he was speaking the truth anyway,” You sighed, and switched to treating his cut on the cheek and left a bandaid over it. His eyes were staring intensely at you. No way Hyunjin would say it without looking at you properly. “Truth comes out when people are drunk, Seungmin, that doesn’t surprise meー” It all stopped when Seungmin leaned in to kiss you without warning. 

He has been smitten for a long time now and what Hyunjin said hurt him as much as it hurt you. The kiss was unexpected and yet you’ve been waiting to feel it from him. His lips tasted like what he consumed at the partyーa sweet and sour lollipop he sucked and a few lime drinks. It was tender and sweet as it sent jolts of electricity to your nerves and shivers down your spine. His arm snaked around your waist as he pulled you closer, pressing his lips onto yours even more. You kissed him back feeling his warm and soft lips with a cold touch from his lip piercing as your arms reached around his neck, letting your lips collide along with his. 

There were no words needed. 

He moved his mouth gently against yours, sighing in excitement as he smiled with a hand placed on the side of your cheek. You ran your fingers through his black locks and knotted your fingers as you played with them earning a soft moan from him. He captured your lips over and over again, sharing your breaths not wanting to pull away. You didn’t know why your body moved by itself because you wanted to have more of his delicate kisses. The fast beating of your heart fueled the urge to want more. Your brain couldn’t function properly as you were under his spell, an intoxicating kiss that made you feel high. Everything was on the back of your mind. 

Seungmin drew back slightly as he whispered thingsーrisking that might put this friendship at risk. It was also the same case for you yet you’ve been waiting for this moment.

“I…like you, Y/N…” You heard him say as he rested his forehead against yours. “Don’t listen to what they say about you. I don’t give a fuck about my friends… I only need you,” He added while catching his breath. His eyes met yours but you were already looking at him with a giddy smile plastered on your face as you reached your hands back on his cheek, gently, not wanting to cause pain to his cut. 

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” You told him, pressing your lips against his as a response. 

He pulled you closer in a sprint out of his impatience and lifted you, kneeling above his lap. Your hand reached for his tie, twirling it around, and pulled him closer making him crash his lips onto yours deeply, wanting to bruise it up until it swelled. He doesn’t care. 

Seungmin's kisses felt gentle at first like a gentleman kissing someone for the very first time yet as time went by, it became hungry and voracious. Your knees felt weak above him and blood rushed through your veins. From one kiss to another, he bit your lower lip as he pulled it lightly, slowly sucking it to mold his lips over yours again. 

You didn’t give a fuck anymore as Seungmin’s hands brushed the leather jacket off your shoulders, exposing the spaghetti-strapped black dress that highlights your curves. A hand was placed at the back of your head to prevent you from pulling away just to take it off as the kiss felt more desperate and heated. You pulled the sleeves off of your arms, tossing the piece of clothing to the floor before wrapping your hands around his neck with his hands placed below your hips as you shifted closer to his lap, grinding slowly upon feeling the slight, hard pressure beneath while removing the space between you and him. 

“You’re driving me nuts,” He murmured against your lips as his kisses trailed down your jaw to your neck, pressing his warm and soft lips, leaving kiss after kiss, and licking and nipping your skin. Your breathing quickened feeling his hot lips as you leaned your head back with your eyes fluttering unable to take a clear vision of his ceiling just to expose more of your neck for him and moan. It’s all for him and he wanted all of you. 

His fingers played and adjusted the thin straps of your dress, dragging them off your shoulders to narrow his kisses down from your neck to your bare shoulders until his lips reached your perfectly shaped collarbones, leaving marks and slight bruises. 

Your bodies felt fireーblazing from each other’s touch. The secret feelings he had for the past 4 years since high school and now that you’re almost finishing college, he finally has his hands all over you even though he couldn’t believe that it is actually happening and you were fine with it. Apparently, it goes the same way for you too and words didn’t matter now. You kissed him thoroughly that night as your hands brushed against his shoulder blades to his neck. His kiss deepened, filled with desire and want. You felt his hands on your lap, slowly pushing the hem of your dress upwards to expose your thighs, squeezing them as you sighed happily in his mouth, savoring and indulging the feeling of his heated kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” He said leaning away slightly as he let his index finger push some strands of your hair away from your forehead to the side. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks making a light shade of pink and feeling hot about it. 

“No, I’m not,” You answered, yet you couldn’t hide the idiotic grin on your face. Seungmin smiled as he leaned closer again to plant his lips on yours. A sense of satisfaction and pleasure was felt. It’s becoming addictive and there’s no room to breathe. 

“Yes, you are.” He said getting upset. 

Your hands reached for his shoulders making Seungmin press his hips onto yours even more. Grinding above his hardness caused friction and the heat inside you to grow immensely. You heard him groan on your lips and pulled you even closer to him. His hands roamed around from your thighs to your hips, slowly slipping inside your tight dress to caress your bare back. You felt him smirk against your lips as you cupped his face, kissing him hard. Seungmin is enjoying how this uses fewer words rather than confessing and get awkward later. This wasn’t planned after all and a proof that Hyunjin is so fucking wrong about you. 

He slipped his tongue inside your mouth, allowing it to enter as your tongues fought for dominance. Kissing him like a starved woman had you rocked back and forth over his lap while Seungmin’s thoughts were filled with nothing but wanting to own you. The hem of your dress folded until it reached your waist, showing him your laced lingerie. It drove him insane like a man seeing a woman’s ankle during the Victorian era. He never stopped kissing you either, yet his hands are urging to do something more. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful that I want to fuck you…” He groaned in between those hungry and perilous kisses as he drew back on your neck, kissing all the marks he made. 

“Fuck, please I want you Min…” You moaned. “Feels so good, shit… I want more.” You spoke. Something felt more eager and awake when he heard it. Clear as crystal and loud as a shout inside the four walls of his studio. He hissed against your neck as he pulled away, loosening his tieーshoving it above his head, tossing it somewhere as you helped him pull his top off exposing his perfect bulkier physiqueーthe abs he had been hiding for a while. This time you’re the one who was about to go insane. 

“Say less, princess,” He smirked against your lips as his hand around snaked on your neck while the other took your dress down to meet the other half of it. “God, I’m so lucky, you’re perfect,” He said with a smug smile on his faceーscanning his eyes to your stripped body before laying you down on the couch while hovering above you and kissing you hard. 

You won’t be sleeping through the night after all. 

no part 2 sorry!

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[tootiecakes234]

First Kiss

Your first kiss with Katsuki was overwhelming…

The two of you have been friends since U.A. You’ve gotten so close over past couple years to the point where if your friends saw you they expected him not to be far behind and vice versa.

Best friends, that’s what you’ve settled with because you know Kat had 0 interest in you outside of that. You’ve seen the girls he’s hooked up with and you did not fit that type at all.

And don’t get it wrong, you loved being his best friend. He taught you stand up for yourself and you’d taught him how to speak to people with some level of respect. You guys were good together… yin and yang you liked to think

One night, you’re leaving a hangout you guys had at Mina’s place and Kat is walking you home. It was cool out that night and the moon was shining so bright you could still see the clouds in the sky. Apparently you had been gotten lost looking up at it.

“Oi, earth to y/n…. Get your ass moving. I’m exhausted and I’m ready to get home.”

When you come back to reality and look at him, he does look tired. It was almost 11:30pm and Kat had a strict bed time of 9:30…. 10 if he was feeling frisky.

“You do realize I don’t need you to walk me home. I’m a pro hero. I think I can take care of myself”

“Psh…. It’s not a criminal I’m worried about taking you out. It’s your clumsy ass coordination. You’re going to end up offing yourself if you don’t learn how to walk like an adult”

Ok so yea… maybe you had sprained your ankle last year while walking up some stairs. That’s wasn’t your fault tho… it was the stair ‘s fault.

“Are you ever gonna let that go?? Isn’t it getting a little old?”

“It still makes me laugh so nope…”

You rolled your eyes at him. He’s such a dick.

You were now walking up the same previously mentioned stairs to your apartment with Katsuki on your heels.

“ Are these the tights you were talking about the other day?? The ones that make your ass look “the best it’s ever looked””

“ Yea!!! Doesn’t it look amazing??!? I gave Mina the link while we were at her house because she mention how fantastic they looked on me”

“Sure I guess. I ain’t seen anything your ass doesn’t look good in but whatever you say”

You didn’t know what to say to that. He was just upfront like that. The man had little to no filter. Thank god you were at your door. You were unlocking it and about to go inside..

“Wait”

You turned around to look at him.

“What’s up”

“I uhm… well….”

“Come on, spit it out. I ain’t got all night”

He stared you directly in your eyes and said

“Fuck it”

Before you had time to react you were pressed up against the wall and his lips were on yours. Calling what happened a kiss seemed to be a real understatement. It was more like he was consuming you. More so than he already had. You got lost in him. Your hands were in his hair and his arms were around your waist pressing you against him.

When he pulled away you found yourself chasing his lips because you were afraid if it stopped, it might never start again.

“Next time, instead of bitching to raccoon eyes about how you don’t think you’re my type, just come straight to me dumbass. Since when do you keep secrets from me?”

You were really trying to pull your train of thought together but it was really hard when his lips still looked so inviting.

Kat realizes you’re not paying attention to him and flicks you in the forehead.

“Hey asshole. You know I hate when you do that”

“Then pull yourself together. I know I kiss like a god but that doesn’t mean you get to space out.”

He was smirking at you. Katsuki Bakugo had just kissed you and was now standing in front of you looking all suave and handsome. If you died here, you’d die a very happy person.

Your brain started playing catch and you realized something

“So you were eavesdropping on a private conversation?? And I wasn’t bitching… she was asking about you and me yet again and I was explaining to her that I didn’t think it’d ever happen”

You said the last part a little softer because you were embarrassed talking about all of this

“I wasn’t eavesdropping… it was shitty hair. Idk what you think my type is but apparently you got it all wrong”

He does not elaborate or tell you that you are his type. He just leaves it at that so you side step it

“I’m gonna kill Eiji…”

You guys sit there for a second until

“Anyways I’m tired . I’m going home to salvage the little bit of sleep I am going to get tonight. See ya later.”

And he turned to leave. Just like that.

“So that’s it… you kiss me, reveal my biggest secret and leave”

All you can do is sit there befuddled and confused.

“Yep. See ya tomorrow”

Katsuki actually leaves after that. He was not playing about his sleep. You do get a message about 10minutes later letting you know he’s home and also requesting the link to the tights you had on that night.

You ask him why he needs that and all he says is that you need them in more colors than just black… ha! You knew your ass looked good in these!

*you do not know until weeks later that in his head, that kiss was the start of y’all’s relationship. Asshole never does actually ask you but what else do you really expect from the angry Pomeranian?🤷🏾‍♀️

[nemesis-writer]

[Unwanted Ransom(Chapter 4)]

Glided Lily Masterlist TW- mentions of the movie Jersey Girl

9 years ago...

I was going to a pool party for my friend's birthday, but little did I know there was someone else that was gonna be there. I bought him some new sneakers he wanted because he never shut up about them. And since, I had hand me downs, I sold them to earn enough money for the sneakers.

By the time I reached the party Daniel, the friend, approached me saying, "Hey, Xerxes thanks for coming, I thought that you were a bit too busy for this."

"Fuck nah men, I wouldn't miss this for the world." I admitted.

Everything was going smoothly until I saw a person, I thought I would never see again...

Damian.

"What the hell are you doing here, freak?" He shouted at me.

"He is my friend what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"You have no friends, dipshit."

"You have no mom dumbass."

Before I had time to know what I said, a fist came toward my face. Luckily I missed it, and responded with an uppercut to his cheek. Finally a taste of his own medicine, too say I was proud of me was an understatement. Until I heard,

"Ms. WAYNE".

Fucking cocksucker had to ruin this day. I felt Mr Wayne grab me by the collar and escorted me out of the party. Dennis muttered a 'sorry', but no one was allowed to do anything, so I couldn't ask for help.

At home...

"Ms Wayne what were you thinking!?"

"Before you continue, it's Ms Amala."

"Don't you give me that tone."

"You don't even know my name, you just call me be your last name just with a Ms."

"You attacked your brother"

"My 'brother' slashed me in my fucking arm and you didn't do shit."

"Maybe if you weren't such a bitch to him he wouldn't have."

"I HATE YOU I WISH MOM NEVER MET YOU!!! "

"SO DO I YOU LITTLE SHIT, YOU AND YOUR MOM RUINED MY LIFE."

"Go fuck yourself."

With that I ran to my 'bedroom', and no words were ever exchanged between me and both Bruce and Damian. I never gave them the satisfaction of looking at them, or even apologising.

Damian oddly, left me alone, well it sends a message to any bitch in school. I didn't care for their approval, I stopped when I was 7, feeling like it was pointless to care about them.

It never though, stopped me from joining competitions. I won multiple gold trophies, certificates, medals, even participation awards. I have 3 binders full of my achievements, containing pictures with the president of music, and the presidents of the sports I had joined.

But I kept a scrap-book of all my birthdays celebrated either by Alfred, or my friends. I was grateful, but it always felt like a pity-party, I always was the Wayne outcast but the more I say that, people would think I care.

Present Time.

"Xerxes?"

"Nope, nuh uh, wrong person." I reached for Morgan only for my arm to be grabbed by Jason again.

"What the fuck happened to you! I thought you were dead."

"Xerxes Wayne is dead, you can either address me as Jinx, Jennifer, or Ms Stark."

"Xerxes-"

I raised my eyebrows and cleared my throat at the rage of hearing a name, that was made to be neglected.

"Jennifer, we have been looking for you."

"Oh please"

"Bruce and Damian found your old trophies."

"I thought I told Alfred too clean up."

"The point is we miss you."

"You left me to rot with those people, the point is, now I have a life. You guys never cared about me, I was almost sent to military school for defending some autistic kid."

"Princess, I-"

"No, that ship sailed a long time ago" I ran to Morgan and carried her to our limousine, I never looked at Jason because even though he was the one that actually brought a bit of life to that place, he left us alone.

For now...

At the Wayne Manor...

Jason's POV

"Father we've got to bring her back, she is with the enemy."

"Damian, let's calm ourselves-"

"HOW THE FUCK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO BE CALM!!!"

"We are gonna bring her back soon Damian."

"She's not gonna come back", was all I could let out. I could feel the pointed glares of everyone, even demon spawn's stare pierced.

"What do you mean? She's our family, look at us who wouldn't want this?" Dick asked me, holding his veneer pride, but truly masking guilt and confusion.

"We weren't there for her, she left us when she had a chance." I was irritated to admit it, but it was true, our little bird flew the nest and we were to negligent to realise it.

"We have to bring her back, right?" Tim, was obviously the most idiotic out of all of us, because he decides to think we are picture perfect.

"We can't live on false hope Tim." I screamed with all emotions just completely bursting forth.

"WE WILL BRING OUR SISTER BACK!!!" and with hearing that, I immediately punched Damian, to be honest, a bit too hard for my liking. The demon did deserve it, depending on how you ask.

"Jason, calm down, she'll come to her senses and come back." hearing Bruce say that, before I react I felt something sharp pierce my neck, and slowly I lost consciousness, when I turned around I saw Cassandra murmur, 'sorry'.

Then everything became black

Taglist....

@lunayaps, @not-aya, @iluvcatzz

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by ashnikko . adjust phrasing as necessary , mature themes and language are present . )

attitude and the booze won't save you .

you fuck my life up then you say "my bad" .

you don't seem to see what a cliche you are .

repeat after me , "i'm over it" .

you don't ever cross my mind , what's a sheep to a tiger ?

i'm no prey , but i am pursued .

my best friend thinks that i'm a dumbass .

the world is burning and i laugh at the blaze .

on your horse so high , i swear to god i'm higher .

heard a rumor that you said you made me who i am .

i'm too healthy , wealthy , well fed .

i don't have the time to pretend you're funny .

self - made , self - paid , how dare you speak my name ?

i hate you so much right now .

you're not special , it's not cute .

hi , it's me , back again . here to remind you he's not worth it .

i slip up , i text you , i forget that you were so disrespectful .

they told me to be nice and i told them to bite me .

you don't want to see me bratty .

i put that teddy bear you gave me in a blender .

whiskey in my hip flask , nothing fruity .

i can see the desperation , i've got you right where i want you .

you can't stand to see me shine .

so lame that i'm your only claim to fame .

i like how you look when you really beg .

i need a new toy just to cleanse my palate .

it's gonna hurt , it'll sting .

only one strike , then you get the boot .

the only thing you seem to give me is sex .

you think you're the man , bitch please .

we both know it wasn't love , it was a big bad habit .

i only trust a fella for some light amusement .

unfortunately , you made the mistake of underestimating me .

you wish you could sway my attention .

tell me what you need .

there was potential in you .

i wanna make a couple bad decisions .

i'm no cinderella , but i like the shoes .

i do well for myself , nothing you do is extraordinary .

my dumb ass should be a little more cautious .

fuck a princess , i'm a king .

i say i won't do it , then i do it and i make myself sick .

you think you're worth all the fuss ?

to tell the truth , role models weren't around me much .

why am i such a sucker for a fuckboy's freckles ?

i say it's a no - brainer , now .

i'm crazy , but you like that . i bite back .

you already know i'm not shy .

what we did was childish , can we put this behind us ?

nothing was nice , but i loved every minute .

i don't give a fuck , i have more fun on my ones .

i've been predisposed to trauma since i was eleven .

you can keep the image of my butt as a souvenir .

being a bitch is my kink .

you're still taught the same shit .

i think she really likes me .

hide your back , she likes to stab them .

i hate that i'm so self depricating , more comfortable in bad situations .

i'm a little faded , you look like a fuckin' painting .

when i'm with you i have amnesia , got me without a mind .

i don't let a fucker on the internet tell me nothing .

this is all because you want to say you've done it .

i'm fresh out of patience .

you wish i missed you . back the fuck up .

i'm a sucker for a little devastation .

coulda , shoulda , woulda , but you did it .

i swear i'm not crying , the sun's just bright .

tell me why i need you over the next .

i'm eager to hurt more .

i swear my blue vibrator brings me more joy .

i gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch .

you better stock up on tissues , jacking off to all my pictures .

fake it to the top .

typical of me to go and ruin the party .

i'm having the best time of my life .

i'm having the worst time of my life .

you look dumb now that i've come to my senses .

what do you really mean when you're calling me nice ?

you wanna hold a gun but they made you a pinup .

i forget that you're still so disrespectful .

your love is not impressive .

tell it to my manager , he'll tell you "pay a fee" .

now that i can think rationally , i feel so stupid .

everybody says they love me but i'm still brokenhearted .

it's like i need a babysitter , someone to come get me .

god made me pretty , you made me mean .

say you want my body , let me give it to you .

i'm not in your circle , baby .

i just wanna push you to the edge now .

your sad life is never getting better .

what are you mad at me for , huh ?

i was living good until your locusts and your plague hit .

forgive me for the nasty things i say when i'm wounded .

so you're scared of me now , huh ?

women hold the weight of the world .

there's something to be said for a bitch who can top me .

if nothing matters , then i'll be fine .

you hate me cause you hate yourself .

dust yourself off , girl , keep your chin up .

he says i'm a lost cause and he might be right .

i'm that "fuck up your life" girl .

i would crawl through broken glass to get home .

i play my life like a video game .

i think you've gotta do way more if you wanna please me .

what's he doing ? i don't need a brave knight .

i deleted your number .

i'm not shy , i'll say it . i've been picturing you naked .

legs getting tired , can we switch positions ?

you put a knife in my back but you'll never be the death of me .

i could squash you like a little rotten fruit .

you could never , 'cause you're not clever enough .

we were good while it lasted .

my baby calls me bossy .

i don't really need a man , but sometimes i want one though .

i can't even wear my skin without them asking where i've been .

i can make you call remember me .

stupid boy thinks that i need him .

hate me 'cause i'm beautiful , bitch i don't like you either .

i think you know you can't replace me .

who do i have to kill to make everybody love me ?

i try to think , but it's no use .

maybe we can love until we're dead .

this is not an invitation .

how dare i have private desires ?

now you're crying and you're shaking ?

nothing about you is attractive to me , now .

am i fuckable enough for you ?

i don't want you and i don't want your homie .

please don't think that the sex is gonna cloud my view .

can't believe i let your hand inside my bloomers .

tell me how my ass tastes , little bottom feeder .

you don't know your way around a pussy .

i want it , i win it . call it ambition .

i don't need the dick - i need magic , i need money .

i know you think about me in the shower .

i've got several dummies that wanna get on me .

this is so small in the big simulation .

go find another bitch to hoover , count the days until you lose her .

i know you think about me with your hand down your trousers .

you don't know anyone else like me .

it's a therapist you need .

[b4bybunz]

“Tell Your Friends About This”

Toji Fushiguro X Reader

Content Warnings !!!

Extreme choking, lots of dirty talk, Dominant Male, Angry sex, breeding, marking, overstimulation, name calling (Toji: Asshole, piece of shit, bitch, dick),

A/n: I fw Toji heavy. He may be a broke gambling addict, but I’d let him hit :3 ALSO, PLEASE REPOST!

Enjoy My Hearts! <3

You were met with a doorbell as you were tidying up your house. “Toji must be here.” You thought and you were correct.

Your ex-husband stood at your door wearing his usual attire, a compression shirt and sweats with socks and slides. Something about it always turned you on, he looked more jacked than usual though. Maybe he stopped being a lazy bum and went back to the gym like he used to.

“You gonna let me in or are you just gonna stand there and ogle me?” His scarred lip curled up into a smirk.

You responded with an eye roll and stepped to the side to let him in.

“Are we doing the silent treatment today?” He questioned.

“No, I just didn’t want to answer your dumbass question. I’ll be handling a phone call in my room.” You shut the door behind him and walk to your room.

He couldn’t help but notice the way your hips swayed and the way those gray yoga pants hugged your curves. Granted if he was still married to you you wouldn’t be able to walk past him without him physically on your ass.

“He’s here.” You tell your best friend on the phone.

“So?” She raises an eyebrow.

“He looks good, so good that I feel like I might fuck him. No, I’m definitely fucking him.” You bite your acrylic nail.

“Do not.” She says.

“But he’s so fine.” You jump on your bed and giggle a little.

Mind you, Toji’s nosy ass is right outside of your door with his ear to it. That’s the main reason why you guys got divorced, his eavesdropping and your gossiping about his business.

“He’s just going to fuck his way back into your life.” She warns you.

“And I just might let him.” You let out another giggle and she sighs.

“I just wanna have sex one more time.” You say, quoting a TikTok sound.

“You do?” Toji asks which causes you to turn your head to the door.

The last thing you heard was your friend hanging up the FaceTime call and the door closing behind Toji. That’s how you landed here, folded up like a pretzel.

“I missed you.” You mewl out as he’s pounding you deep into the memory foam of your mattress.

“You didn’t miss me, you just missed this dick.” He grunts holding the back of your knees to your chest.

“I swear~” You pout.

“‘I swear’,” he mocks, “bullshit.” He huffed and began rocking his hips at a punishing pace. You two had been going at it for a good fifteen minutes that started off with “I love you”s and “I wish I’d never left”s, now Toji started to feel differently. The night you two separated he felt like you’d just betrayed him because he’d had enough of you telling everyone about his gambling addiction and how you have to be the breadwinner and that he didn’t do shit, which was the truth.

You could feel him getting rougher and you could barely take it. You could barely take it when he was being gentle. His dick was just too big, but it felt so good.

“Baby” you moan and put your hand on his abs trying to slow him down.

“Baby? Nah, fuck that.” He grunts before flipping you over in one swift motion.

“What happened to me being a bitch, huh?” He gave your ass a hard reddening smack making you arch.

“Toji, that’s in the past.” You try to reason with him.

“Fuck that.” He says before putting his thick cock back inside, not giving you the courtesy to let you take it inch by inch.

You gasp loudly as he thrusts in. His dick is so big that it feels like it’s in your lungs. You immediately grip the sheets as his hands hold your hips. Your ass ricochets off of his hips. Loud claps sound as your bodies smash together, along with the creak of your bed that’s been broken by him before.

“Toji!” You cry out reaching back and putting a hand to his abs again before he pins them against the small of your back with one hand, gripping your throat with the other.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head. Your pussy dripping down your thighs. You were so turned on from seeing your ex-husband it was shameful.

“Talking all that shit, look at you now.” He chuckles. “I’m a piece of shit, right?”

“No.” You moan out.

“Stand on what you said like a grown woman.” He leans down and says in your ear.

“You’re so deep, I can’t breathe,” you moan out.

”Aw you can’t breathe, you can’t take it, it’s too much? Hm?” He laughs. “You want me to stop?”

“Mm mm.” You shake your head as if he could tell that you weren’t and it wasn’t just your head bobbing from the impact of his hips thrusting into you.

“Where’s all that mouth? I wanna hear you” He speeds up fucking you just to make it harder for you to speak. You felt like he was going to break you, and that turned you on even more.

“Don’t stop…please~” you croak out.

He nearly came when you added that ‘please’ especially in that sultry voice you used whenever you fucked. There was no getting rid of him after this.

“Come here.” He grunted before moving his hand from your throat and locking your head in his bicep.

You didn’t mind being headlocked, especially by him. His bicep encapsulates your throat and forces your head straight. You could feel his breath on your ear and hear all the dirty things he said to you clearly, although you seemed to be fucked dumb.

“I’m gonna cum, baby” Your pussy began to clench up.

“Don’t call me that, don’t switch up.” He said in your ear.

“Alright, bitch.” You said boldly.

“Again.” He ordered.

“You’re…such a dick.” You whimper.

“I know.” He moaned out.

You repeated profanities, calling him out of his name and in a way being degraded turned him on. You could tell by the whine in his voice.

“Cum on this dick, that’s what you want right?” He pounded into you harder, making your legs shake.

“I’m cumming!” Your toes curled as you whimpered.

You came hard, and so did Toji after a few strokes. His cum spurting deep inside of you as his weight rests on top of you still holding you in a headlock. All he could do was whisper curses into your ear. When you thought he was done he came more, filling you to the brim.

Your legs continued to twitch as his dick still filled your gummy walls. You couldn’t breathe without a moan escaping your mouth. Your hands scratched his forearm as you kissed the inside of it. That fuck changed your angry demeanor that you should’ve had when you seen him.

He pulled out and hugged your body laying on top of you.

“Make sure you tell your friends how I fucked my way back in your life.” He chuckled lowly in your ear, and you hid your face in the mattress in embarrassment.

The dick was too good to not fuck him again…and again…and again.