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writingsbytee · 2 months ago

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Rivalry & Romance

Enemies to Lovers workplace romance

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*the book excerpt above is from ‘The Cruel Prince’ by Holly Black

SUMMARY: I think I’m obsessed with the early 2000s. But this is set in the era of MapQuest and Motorola Razrs. You and Terry have been at each other’s throats for months. Putting the term “Workplace rivalry” to shame.

PAIRINGS: Terry x Tatum (black, fem, reader)

WARNINGS: Terry being an asshole

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is going to be a slow burn, So there won’t be any smut in this fic. Just simple character building.

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“I told you to make a left three miles back!” you exclaimed, crossing your arms in frustration.

“I swear to god if you say that one more time, I’ll pull this car over. I’m literally an ex-marine, I know my way around a map,” Terry said, his voice taking on a rumbling growl. You roll your eyes, huffing as you turn away from him to look out the window. Your cybersecurity company planned a business retreat for you and your coworkers as a way to celebrate the huge account they just obtained and boost morale. Pairing you with your ‘least compatible match’, your boss thought it’d be a great way for you and Terry to try and get along.

FLASHBACK

“Nora please! Pair me with anyone but him,” you begged your boss. You knew it was a strong possibility that she’d pair you with Terry, that doesn’t mean that you weren’t going to fight it.

“Tatum, try and look at it from my perspective. I’ve got two team leads who don’t get along, which is making it really hard for me to conduct meetings. You two can’t be in the same room for more than 5 minutes without world war three happening.”Nora says, closing her laptop.

“Look at it like this, if my top two performers of my team are constantly butting heads, what kind of example do you think that’s going to set for your subordinates? You and Terry either find a way to deal with each other or both of you will have to think of a change in departments.” She finishes, her tone signifying that there’s no room for discussion.

With a sigh you say, “Fine, I’ll do my best. Just make sure you tell that meathead the same thing.”

END FLASHBACK

With a huff you say, “I can’t believe Nora actually though pairing us together would work. We still have 3 hours left on the road.”

“It’ll go by quicker if you shut up,”Terry grumbles, reaching forward to turn his playlist up.

“Ugh! And do we have to listen to classic rock the whole way? Nobody wants their eardrums to bleed 24/7 like you do” You add, positioning your body to stare Terry down. Despite hating his guts, Terry was fucking hot, and boy did he know it too.

“Well, it’s better than listening to your voice all day, or at all for that matter,” Terry glances over at you, a teasing half smirk on his face. He reaches for the volume switch on his steering wheel, turning the volume up yet again.

He wasn't exactly sure how your rivalry started but Terry knew that he couldn’t stand you. How you were always so warm and glowy. Flashing your grossly attractive smile around the office like those knuckleheads deserved to be graced by the sun each morning. Walking around in your stupid clothes that seemed to cling to every curve, his eyes would always be drawn to your annoyingly plump ass. Terry hated your guts, but he could appreciate a fine woman.

You roll your eyes at Terry’s comments, not wanting to further this verbal sparring session. Sliding your eye mask over your eyes, “Just wake me up when we get there,” you said, reclining your chair back.

Terry lets out a defensive snort, clearly unimpressed with your dismissive attitude. “Fine, princess. Don’t let me disturb your beauty sleep.”

You roll your eyes, sitting in silence at Terry’s harsh words. “You’re insufferable,”you mumble under your breath.

Terry just smirks, he laughs,a deep mocking sound that echoes throughout the car. “Insufferable? That’s rich coming from you Tatum. At least I’m honest about who I am and what I want.”

You snatched the eye mask off your face, a gentle rage brewing under the surface. “Don’t pretend that you know anything about me, Terry.”

Another chuckle leaves his mouth, a cold and mirthless sound. “Oh, I know plenty about you, Tatum. More than you like probably. After all, it's not hard to figure out what makes you tick when you’re so transparent.” He reaches forward, turning down the volume slightly, “You’re a puzzle, sure, but not a particularly complex one. Jealous, insecure, and secretly craving validation from those you despise.”

You scoff, meeting his eyes, “Please remind me when I asked for your lackluster input. You know nothing about me Terry.”

He raises both hands in mock surrender, a teasing smirk adorning his infuriatingly handsome face,”You didn’t have to ask, it’s written all over you. I figured since we’re stuck on this drive together, I might as well entertain myself by analyzing your pathetic attempts at independence.”

“Why are you like this?” you ask with a shake of your head.

Terry pins you with his piercing green eyes, “We don’t have enough time to go through all of that, princess.”

“Well whether we like it or not we’re stuck together for the weekend. Obviously it seems like we’re not going to make any progress so how about we don’t speak to one another unless it’s absolutely necessary,”you say your hands wringing together. All of this hostility was triggering you, and you didn’t want to have a full fledged episode in front of Terry.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “If that’s what you want, then so be it.” He adjusts his hands on the steering wheel focusing on the road. Terry looked seemingly lost in thought, but the set of his jaw and the rigid line of his shoulders betrayed his true state. You got under his skin, and he couldn't put his finger on why. Terry just knew he had to get you out of his system one way or another.

You however, were fuming inside. How dare Terry pretend to even know a thing about you. It pissed you off even more to know that he was right.

“You’ve been avoiding me around the office,” you start. “Whenever we need to come up with a proposal together, you send someone else in your place. You always leave the room when I enter it. What did I do to you to make you dislike me so much?”, you ask, your eyes burning holes in the side of his head.

Terry sighs, “Avoiding you implies that I care more than I should. That is not the case.” His words are dismissive, but the way he keeps glancing at you could indicate otherwise.

You huff in frustration, you’re not getting through to him, “So if you’re not avoiding me, what would you call it?”you press, tilting your head to the side slightly. “Because it feels like you’ve been going out of your way to avoid me these past few weeks.”

Terry flicks on the blinker before exiting the highway, within the next six minutes you’re parked at a ‘Buc-ee’s’. You watch as Terry takes a deep breath, seemingly composing himself before saying, “I’m focused on my work, performing well and efficiently. I don’t understand why you can’t get that through your thick fucking skull.”

The deflection pisses you off, “So why me then? You’re perfectly pleasant with everyone else in the office, but when I’m involved it’s different.”

Terry’s eyes drift over you, a mask of indifference painting his face. “Is this conversation going anywhere? Or are you going to keep whining about not being liked?”

You sigh with defeat, turning to face forward you decide to keep your mouth shut, this conversation doing more harm than good.

“I’m just going to fill up and grab something to eat, do you want anything from inside?” Terry asks, grabbing his keys and wallet. You shake your head, ready for a few minutes alone to screw your head on straight.

“Suit yourself, just don’t bother me if you’re hungry in an hour,” and with that, Terry gets out of the car. Halfway into the store, Terry turns back and spots you wiping your eyes. Something in his chest tightens at the fact that he made you cry. Your verbal sparring sessions would always be the highlight of his day, you always had a witty comeback, giving him a run for his money. He’s so lost in his thoughts about you, he doesn’t even realize that he’s next up in line. Terry places his order, getting something additional for you, then heads out.

Back in the car, you call your mom, needing a pep talk from her. “Baby, sometimes two people just don’t get along. Just keep being you, that’s all you can do. I’m sure he’ll come around, what’s not to like?”

You sigh, “But mama, you don’t get it! He’s so frustrating, nobody’s ever gotten under my skin like this. It’s like he knows where and how to press my buttons. It’s getting tiring, Nora said we need to get along or she’ll transfer both of us.”

Your mother stays silent on her side of the phone. She knows her daughter, and her daughter just might have a crush on her work rival. “Are you sure there’s no other reason why you two don’t get along?”

Her statement stuns you, your train of thought coming to a complete halt. “Mama be serious, he’s told me time and time again that I’m not his cup of tea,”you say, wrapping your cardigan tighter around midsection. Looking up you see Terry come out of the Buc-ee’s, bags in hand, making his way to the car.

“Look mama, I have to go but I’ll call you once we get settled in. I love you , bye” you say ending your call. Terry watches as you hang up the phone and pull down the sun visor to wipe away any moisture gathered under your eyes. Guilt heavy like a rock sat uncomfortably in his gut. He never wanted to make you cry, or feel bad about yourself. The truth is, he admires you, how you never seem to let the pressures of the day get to you. How you had a smile for everyone in the office, including Greg, who obviously wanted to fuck you. Always smiling your perfect smile at these people who didn’t deserve it, him included.

Walking to the passenger side window, Terry taps twice to grab your attention. With a start, you meet Terry’s gaze through the tempered glass. Rolling your window down, you look at Terry over your librarian-esque glasses, something he finds oddly cute.

Passing the bags of food through the open window. “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got chicken, beef and tofu in case that’s your thing,” Terry said, his eyes refusing to meet yours. This was uncharted territory for him, he wasn’t the ‘thinking about others feelings’ type. He liked to avoid attachments, they slow him down. Terry didn’t need another person he cared about being ripped from his life, he couldn’t take that pain again.

“Terry? Are you good?” you ask when you notice Terry’s eyes went unfocused and he was lost inside his head.

Terry nods his head, handing you the food, “Yeah sweet girl, hold these for me. I’m going to fill up so we can hit the road.” You barely have time to respond before Terry’s on the other side of the car filling up.

Where the fuck did that come from? You thought. Reaching into the back you pull out a chicken sandwich. Reaching for your drink, you notice Terry bought your favorite. His thoughtfulness sends a shiver down your spine. Terry might not think you’re a puzzle, but he definitely is, infuriating and alluring in equal measure.

Once the tank is full, Terry slides back into the driver’s seat. You can feel the energy shift as he settled in. You glance over at him and you’re startled to find he’s already looking at you.

“Look, I don’t want to spend the rest of this retreat biting each other’s heads off. Believe it or not Tatum, I don’t want to fight with you. It’s clear we both are passionate and have strong viewpoints. For the sake of our jobs, and a cohesive work environment, I think we should just pretend to get along for the duration of the trip.” Terry looks over at you apprehensively, hoping what he just said didn’t piss you off.

You sighed before turning your body to face Terry, “I don’t want to argue with you either, but pretending isn’t going to help anything when we have to go back to the office next week. I’ll do my best to not piss you off, all I ask is that you do the same.” You state, finally meeting Terry’s eyes. He’s looking at you with apprehension, sizing you up.

“You’ve got a deal,” he says, outstretching his hand. You place your hand in his, the familiar spark shooting up your arm. Terry quickly slides his hand out of yours, starting the vehicle, you both head back out on the road.

3 HOURS LATER

“Well, look who finally decided to show up!” Nora exclaims, as Terry rolls both your suitcases into the hotel lobby. Despite being a complete asshole at least Terry was raised as a gentleman.

“Ha Ha, very funny Nora. Those directions you sent sucked,” Terry grumbled, taking his room key from Nora’s outstretched hand, not noticing the devious smirk her face held. You follow behind Terry outstretching your hand as well.

Nora’s face pinches with nervousness, “So, umm, little mix-up with the rooms.” Terry stops abruptly. You watch his head hang, shoulders sag, and you hear a deep sigh come from him.

“Does this mean what I think it does?” Terry asks, turning to face Nora.

“Well somewhere during the registration process, the amount of rooms needed got mixed up. And since you two were the last to make it in, you guys have to room together. And before you ask, the hotel is fully booked for some medical conference.” Nora finished. This was obviously an uncomfortable conversation for her to have. Her face was red as hell.

The last thing you wanted right now is to be rooming with Terry. But, being the people pleaser you are, you give Nora a small smile. “It’s only a few days Nora, I’m sure we won’t burn the hotel down.”

You hear Terry scoff behind you, “Speak for yourself.” You roll your eyes at his comment before patting Nora on the shoulder. With the deepest sigh you can muster, you head toward the elevator.

“Tatum, wait,” Terry says. You turn and Terry takes in your exhausted expression. “I don’t think anyone should be subjected to my snoring. That’s all I meant,” Terry said, with a shrug of his shoulders. A sheepish smile forms on his lips.

Another heavy sigh leaves your lips, “This isn’t ideal for me either, Terry. Do you think I want to be trapped in a room with someone who would rather be anywhere else?” Your enthusiasm meter had finally reached E. All you wanted was a hot shower, a face mask, and a glass or three of wine. Now you’d be spending your evening undoubtably bickering with Terry over what to watch.

Terry’s smile fades, replaced by a grimace of discomfort. “Look, Tatum, I didn’t ask for this anymore than you did.” He rakes his hand down his face, the action oddly attractive to you.

“But let’s get something straight: this isn’t personal. It’s complicated.” Your gaze flickers away from him, unable to hold his stare for long. “We can figure out a way to coexist, can’t we?” he asked, the smirk returning.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, there’s about fifty other things I’d rather be doing.” Terry turns, clearly dismissing you.

An unamused chuckle leaves your lips as you stride past Terry toward the elevators. You may or may not have called him an asshole along the way. Terry scoffed, following behind you. A dark smirk rose on his face as he watched your ass move in the leggings you wore. Not that you needed it, but Terry could really see the difference the pilates classes were making.

You two ride up the elevator in tense, annoyed silence. Terry insists on carrying both your luggage all the way to the room. “You can have the shower first, I’ll run out and grab us something to eat. So you can have privacy. Just text me when you’re decent.” Terry says, placing our luggage in a corner then heading to the bathroom.

“Terry?” you ask, nervousness creeping its way up your spine. To your left there was one king bed. The indication is clear that you’d either be sharing a bed with Terry, or sleeping on a very unappealing loveseat.

A small sigh leaves Terry’s lips. He needed to put some distance between you two if he was going to keep his head in straight for the rest of this trip. “Yeah, Tatum?” he asks, you can hear the tiredness seep through the edges of his voice.

With a deep breath you say, “I know this arrangement isn’t ideal for either of us. But, I appreciate you being a gentleman about everything. I think we’re both adult enough to manage sleeping next to each other for a few days. And don’t try to be coy about it, you can’t sleep on the floor for 3 nights. I won’t let you.”

Terry opens his mouth to argue with you, but he sees the determination settled into your features and concedes. Usually, with anyone else he’d put up a fight,” Fine, fine, I’m sure we’ll figure something out.”

A triumphant smile blooms on your face, and Terry looks away. Your brows crease in confusion, until you see the tips of his ears begin to turn red.

“Well, I’ll just go take a shower now. You don’t have to wait, I should be done in like an hour and a half.” You say, bending over to open your suitcase. You smirk deviously when you hear Terry’s sharp intake of breath behind you.

“Right. I’ll see you in an hour and a half.” Terry says, and then he’s out the door. Before you have time to dwell on Terry’s abrupt exit, your phone rings. A small smile erupts when you see your sister’s contact appear on the tiny screen. Flipping open your phone, you press the green button, and put the phone up to your ear.

“Taryn, you always call when I’m about to do something,” you teased. You can practically hear your sister’s eyes roll through the phone.

“My timing is perfect then. I’m with mama we’re calling to check in on you,” your sister replies.

You smile and shake your head, “We just got in. Apparently there was a mix-up with the reservation so Terry and I are going to be sharing a room for the next three days.” You say, pulling out everything you need for your shower routine. On the other side of the line your mom and sister are staring at each other, mouths hanging open.

“Wait, you're going to share a room with someone you once called ‘green goblin’. And I don’t think you meant it in a nice way,” your sister said.

You sighed and rolled your eyes, “When is calling someone a goblin ever a term of endearment? Terry and I came to an agreement while we’re here, we’ll do our best to try and get along. Or we’ll fake it.” You finish with a shrug.

“Riiight, an agreement. That hotel is going to burn down,” your sister finished with a cackle.

You rolled your eyes, a dry chuckle leaving your lips. You’re sitting on the bathroom sink yapping with your sister and mom. Before you knew it you glanced at the clock and 30 minutes had passed. “Taryn I appreciate you and mama calling to check on me, but I need to shower before Terry gets back with the food. I’ll talk to y’all later. I love you.” Your sister, mother, and you all exchange goodbye’s and you hang up.

Turning on the radio nestled on your nightstand, you start to gather everything for your extensive night routine. Landing on a random station, the sensual voice of Dru Hill floods your suite. Humming the melody, you begin to undress. Your body taking on an autopilot, the regular routine of cleansing yourself putting your stimulated mind at ease. It was nice to shut your brain off after spending all day at war with your emotions about your current predicament.

You always admired Terry, his calm but loud presence, how self assured he was, and how he always seemed to know the answer before the question was asked. Searching through memories, you tried to find one that could pinpoint when the animosity started to take root, but you came up empty. Shaking your head, you try to ignore thoughts of Terry and focus on your shower.

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TERRY

“So, how was the drive up?” Maurice (co-worker) snickered, passing Terry a beer.

Terry’s eyes were going to get stuck as much as he rolled them today. “Don’t even start that shit man, I came down here for a minute of peace.” Terry says, grabbing the beer and taking a large gulp.

“So I take it you two didn’t solve your issues,” Maurice teases as he watches his usually calm, cool, and collected co-worker break a sweat.

Terry scoffed, setting his beer down with a little more force than necessary, “No, Mo, we didn’t. In fact, she suggested that we just fake getting along for appearances.” Maurice studies his friend, the former marine usually never let anything get to him. Yet, here he was about to blow a gasket over their fine ass co-worker. His knee bouncing in irritation, the subtle but constant tick of his jaw.

“Aye, T, are you sure you’re good man? You just don’t usually get this rattled. Did Nora say something?” Maurice asked.

Terry shook his head, a grimace turning his face down. “Basically she told us if we can’t find a way to get along, then we’re both out.” Terry sighs, running his hand over his face in exasperation.

”I don’t know what it is, man. It’s like she found her way under my skin and is stuck there. Everything she does annoys me, c��mon man, you’ve seen how she is around the office.”Terry said, motioning the bartender to bring him another beer.

“C’mon what? She’s a nice girl, cool to work with, really pretty, and has a great ass. What’s not to like?” Mo teases, hoping to get Terry riled up.

Terry could feel his chest tighten at his friend’s obvious approval of your appearance. It was the same chest tightness he got when Greg would hold open doors for you and bring you your favorite Starbucks order.

“Aye, T, I’m going to say something. When I say this, just think, don't give me an answer. But have you ever thought that maybe you’re attracted to her?”

The question hits Terry like a ton of bricks, his beer frozen mid-air as Maurice looks at him with a knowing smile on his face. Was Terry attracted to you? ‘He couldn’t be’, he thought. But, deep down he knew the answer to Maurice’s question. Of course he was attracted to you.

A knowing smile appears on Maurice’s face at Terry’s lack of answer,”You have three days to change her mind and think you aren’t the asshole you pretend to be. Look man, I get it, some people really just don’t like each other. But, I don’t think that’s the case here. Give Tatum a chance, she isn’t all bad. Figure it the fuck out, for everyone’s sake,” Maurice finishes. With two slaps to the back, Maurice leaves Terry in the hotel bar with his thoughts.

Was he attracted to you? Terry scoffed to himself, you were beautiful obviously. Intelligent, charming, funny as hell, and as much as he hated to admit it he loved working with you. The bickering arguments were the highlight of his day. Terry always made his coffee at 7:42am, because he knew 3-5 minutes later you would come strolling in, and he’d have the perfect view of your early morning strut, beaming smile, and a figure to kill for.

The waiter comes out with a huge to-go bag full of foods that Terry thought you would like. With a deep sigh, Terry grabs his beer and the food, heading back up to your room.

The seductive sounds of Dru Hill filters through the bathroom door as Terry enters the suite. He tenses, muscles in his jaw ticking as he can hear you singing softly.

He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply through his nose, an attempt to calm his suddenly racing heart. The image of you, naked and wet under the cascading water, flashes through his mind like abrupt bursts of light. He shakes his head, trying to banish his sinful thoughts of you.

Walking over to the small kitchenette , Terry placed down the bag of food. Plating it, and setting out a glass of wine for you and beer for him. In the bathroom, you’re completely unaware of Terry’s presence. The cherry blossom scent of your shampoo fills your nose, its familiarity bringing you a sense of calm.

Not to mention the radio station you picked was playing all your favorites. Detangling through your curls, you sang Mariah Carey’s ‘Obsessed’ damn near at the top of your lungs. Terry sat on the other side of the door with a small smile on his face at your carefree singing. Unable to sit any longer, Terry rises from the bed and begins to pace the room. His thoughts waging a war in his head. He stops in front of the window in your room, staring out at the city lights below without truly seeing them.

Whether he liked it or not, somehow you’d managed to worm your way under Terry’s skin. He had yet to decide if this was a good or bad thing for him.

The bathroom door creaks open and Terry hears the startled gasp you let out behind him. “Oh, did I take too long? You set all the food up, thank you Terry!” You cooed, patting your hair dry with an oversized t-shirt.

You watch Terry’s tense shoulder as he turns to face you. You had forgone your contacts, black cat eye frames sat on your nose giving you an innocence that made Terry clench his fist. You looked so soft, not the office siren that strutted around and ruled her team with an iron fist. Just Tatum.

You watch as Terry scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah, no problem. Think of it as phase one of my apology.”

Your eyes widen as you take in Terry's words, “Wait, did I transport to a parallel universe in the shower? You’ve never apologized to me before,” you say, skeptically. Your mind was reeling, there’s no way this is the same guy you arrived with.

A bashful grin spreads across Terry’s face at your acceptance, “I’m turning over a new leaf here, now come please sit down,” he gestures to the sofa. “C’mon, sit with me,” Terry says, as he pats the spot next to him.

You eye the food, then back up to Terry before saying, “Sure, just give me a minute, I don’t want my hair dripping all over you.”

Terry nods, shooting you a small smile, “If your food gets cold, it’s on you,” he finishes, with a teasing tilt in his voice. You playfully roll your eyes as you try your best to soak up your damp hair with a t-shirt.

“So what are we watching?” You ask, sitting next to Terry. The gentle brush of your bare thigh against his, causing goosebumps to bloom across your skin.

Terry clears his throat before mumbling, “sports highlights.” He turns up the TV signaling that he wants silence.

A dry chuckle leaves your lips, “I see the asshole is back.” Reaching for your kindle and your food you settle into the couch completely prepare to tune Terry out for the rest of dinner, this was going to be a long 3 days.

Okay y’all! Please Tell me what you guys think! I think this could be a 4 -5 part series. I hope you guys like it! I just wanted to get this out before I start flooding y’all with sinners/ MBJ fics.

UNTIL NEXT TIME <3

TEE

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crazyk-imagine · 1 year ago

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Hi, I was thinking Jacob Black x Reader. Where Jacob was waiting for Reader to come out of school till he heard commotion in front of the school and saw Reader fighting a bully who is a guy. She has a bruised lip and bleeding nose. Jacob hurriedly pick up Reader and take her to Emily’s so she can chill out and so Emily can patch her up. The pack saw her and they started asking questions till Emily started lecturing her.

Jealousy and Pack Scolding's

Pairing: Jacob Black x Uley!reader

Characters: Jacob Black, Uley!reader, Paul Lahote, Jared Cameron, Embry Call, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Quil Ateara V, Brady Fuller, Collin Littlesea

Warnings: Angst, fluff, Paul being an idiot, Sam not liking the imprinting, this was actually kind of cute, I think I made Jake a likable character (for me), Emily is an angel, Sam and Emily are my fav, reader has avoided making eye contact with Jake bc she has a crush, Sam knows whats up, Embry just wants his imprint, Paul is such a big brother here, love writing for the wolfpack, it's so much fun, reader knows about imprints

Word Count: 2,431

A/N: Ask and you shall receive... this was fun and totally not inspired by Jake fics where he's a little jealous shit

I've aged probably everyone sooo, Sam is 26, Emily is 25. Leah is 23. Jared and Paul are 19 (in a nearby community college) and just one semester from graduating. Jake, Reader and Embry are 18. Quil, Seth, Brody are 17. Cam and Seth are 16

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He kicks his bike stand up, so it stays upright while he waits for you to exit the school. He crosses his arms, not wanting anyone to talk to him, hoping he looks “menacing” enough for his classmates to get the hint and steer clear of him.

He knows Quil and Embry made their way back to Emily's since Sam wants them to do their patrol shift as soon as they can once they finished with their last class.

He couldn't complain much considering he was able to go home and change before heading back to pick you up so he could successfully switch shifts with Embry, which annoys him since Sam basically ordered him to pick you up.

He’d be more okay with it if you two were friends- or even talking; he doesn’t know why he was put to the job since you two aren’t close- or at least, compared to Jared and Paul.

Jake did recently find out (after complaining to the guys when their alpha wasn’t around) you’re Sam's niece and Emily has taken a light to you, thinking of you as her own daughter.

And the only reason he thinks that is because of how she treats you; it always reminds him of the way his mom took care of him and his sisters when they were younger.

Don't get him wrong, he has no problem with that or the way she treats you, he's more curious than anything since you haven't been talking to him.

It kind of bugs him that you talk to Paul and Jared more than him and isn't sure why. He gets the two shifted before everyone, but you've started talking to Embry and Quil so why not him too? Hell, you’ve even started making small talk with the newest shifters Brady and Collin.

He thinks this is why Sam sent him here, so he'll stop moping around about you and not just because the pack is tired of hearing how sad he is with you not talking to him.

The chanting, "fight, fight, fight," overtakes his sense in waiting for you and he steps closer.

He stops behind the wall of people, checking on who's fighting, curious as to who's stupid enough to fight on school property.

The fist flies to your face and he starts fighting his way to get past the people blocking him from getting to you.

You spit, not wanting the copper taste to remain in your mouth. You turn your head back to David, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of feeling like he won.

You kick his upper thigh, right above his knee and knock him down before pulling your arm back and drive your fist as hard as you can into his cheek.

He falls and cups his cheek, whining about the pain and the fact that he's bleeding.

"Talk about my family again and you'll be bleeding more."

Jacob finally breaks through the crowd and pushes David's friend away before the guy could grab you. "Back off," he growls.

The friend raises his hands in defense and backs away, noticing how buff he'd gotten and knows better to not fight Jacob.

He turns to you, smelling blood on you and cups your face, searching to find the damage, ignoring your eyes as the blood from your lip drips further down your chin. "Come on."

He puts you on the back of his bike and starts it before kicking the kickstand.

You unwrap your arms and get off the bike, trying to put distance between you, Jacob, and your home.

He grabs your wrist, "where do you think you're going?"

"Away."

"Just because you want to hide your face from Emily and Sam, doesn't mean you can run away."

"I can still try." You tug on his arm. "Let me go."

"No, you need to go in there and face them."

You stop fighting and he lets go of you, trusting that you won't leave. "I don't want Sam to be disappointed."

"Did you pick a fight with David on purpose?"

You shake your head, "of course not."

"Then he won't be disappointed... as long as you talk to him."

"Says the guy who fights him every chance he gets."

That earns a chuckle from Jake. "Says the mousy niece."

You scoff, shoving his arm. "Hey, I'm not mousy."

"This is the longest conversation we've ever had."

"That's your fault, you're always mopey."

"I am not."

"Are so."

"Am-"

You walk through the door.

Emily's voice interrupts yours and everyone else's conversations. "I'm happy to see the two of you are talking." She smiles with a twinkle shining in her eye that quickly dies as soon as she catches sight of your face.

"Oh my- what the hell happened to you?" She grabs your chin, tilting so she can look at your face. "Who did this?"

Paul tenses, Jared tries to see over her shoulder.

Embry and Quil walk through the back door and glance at one another with concern evident on their faces once they realize what’s happened.

"Don't tell, Sam," you reply, staring into her eyes, practically begging her not to tell him.

"Don't tell me what?"

You grimace and then wince because your adrenaline has worn off and the pain has surfaced. "How much I love you?" You say without turning.

"I don't buy it." He wraps an arm around Emily, pecking her cheek. "Did you cut your finger again?" He asks with the scent of blood wafting through the room.

"Uh-" She catches your eye as she glances down at her hands. "Maybe, I don't know."

You attempt to sneak away while he's distracted and fail.

"Turn around."

You pout, keeping your head low as you turn.

"Lift your head."

"I like staring at my shoes while they're clean."

He grumbles your name under his breath.

You lift your head and sigh. "I may have gotten into an altercation at school."

"What the hell happened?"

"That's what I was asking before you got here?" Emily chimes in.

"And I was avoiding it then."

"What did you do?"

You scoff, "I didn't do anything, you dick."

"That is no way to talk to your uncle," she tells you.

You stare at her, "I'm going to give him the same respect he gives me," and turn to him. "Which is none."

You exit the room when you realize none of you are going to be able to have a proper conversation and make your way to your room, slamming the door behind you.

"What happened while you were waiting for her?" Sam towers over Jacob, attempting to search through his mind to figure out what could have happened.

"I don't- I don't know. I was waiting and then I heard the other kids chanting, fight and then I saw her get hit and then take down David-"

"Wait- she was fighting David?" Jared chimes in with a smile.

"He deserves it," Paul adds.

"Guys a grade A asshole," Embry says before snacking on a muffin.

"So, this fight was valid?" Sam asks, wanting to understand everything he's learned within the last five minutes.

"No, it wasn't valid because fighting isn't the solution, is it boys?" Emily turns to the boys at the table.

"No," everyone answers.

"Good," she smiles.

"But this hasn't happened before? What's happened? This David- or whoever clearly said something for her to act out."

"He was talking about my family," you tell them, leaning against the wall with your arms crossed.

"That doesn't give you enough reason to fight," she tells you.

"It does when they start making fun of your dead parents and uncle who's running a cult."

They purse their lips.

"How do you feel?"

You shrug, "my fist and face are aching, so I'd say I did something right."

She sighs. "Fighting isn't the answer."

"I know that!"

"Then why did you do it?"

Your emotions cause you to snap. "I was tired of him thinking he could still bully me!"

She takes a few steps closer to you. "This has been going on for a while now. Why didn't you tell us?"

"I didn't want either of you to walk into the principal's office thinking you could stop it when it'd only make things worse," you grumble.

"We could have found another way to stop him from making comments."

"I took care of it the only way I could."

"There's always more than one way-"

"I know," you run your fingers through your hair in a frustrated manner. "I wasn't thinking but he wouldn't shut up. He waited a few months, giving me a grievance period but then he started talking shit again and today he wouldn't leave me alone."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Jared asks.

"Yeah," you scoff, "because I wanted you guys to help when the hothead is one fight away from being expelled. Everyone still thinks those two," you point to Embry and Quil. "Are weird because they suddenly got buff and had a haircut. Don't even mention the fact that Jake along with Brady and Collin are the new talk of the pack."

Sam sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. "Just, go clean the blood off as best you can, and Emily will wrap your wounds."

"I already did."

"Then go get the first aid kit and bring it in here."

You walk back into the bathroom throwing everything you’d laid out on the counter back into the bag and aim for the kitchen. "Heal me with your magical powers, Em."

She smiles and wraps an arm around your shoulders as she guides you to the island so she can use the natural light to check over you. "Does this hurt?"

"Not yet."

"Okay, let me know when it-"

You suck in a deep breath through your teeth.

"Hurts. You okay?"

"Peachy, Em."

"I know you had to defend yourself today, but fighting isn't always the answer."

"Yeah, I know," you reply with an attitude.

"I'm just reminding you, so you don't continue hurting yourself. You're not like the others, and I don't like seeing you get hurt."

"Thanks, Emily," you wrap your arms around her and pull her in for a long hug.

She smiles, returning the hug. "Don't go getting into fights again or else I'm going to bubble wrap you."

You chuckle. "As long as you save me from a Sam lecture."

"Deal." She slides the plate with muffins, closer to you. "Eat something first."

The guys shake their heads at your behavior.

"Does this mean I can hang out with you guys?"

"You hang out with us already," Jacob points out.

"Cliff diving." You unwrap your muffin.

"Absolutely not," your uncle tells you.

"Come on."

"No,” Sam shakes his head.

"Guys," you beg, turning around to look at the others.

"We're not getting involved in that," Paul raises his hands, heading towards the couch.

- Extra -

"Wha-"

"I'm with Paul," Embry tells you, pulling Quil with him as they sit beside Jared.

You turn to face your knight in shining armor. “Jake-”

He turns away from the others and glances back at you, the humor falling from his face.

“Oh, shit,” Jared mutters.

“Are you serious?” Embry whines.

You owlishly blink trying to figure out what’s happened when he falls to his knees. You set your muffin down and push yourself off the stool to stand in front of him. You poke his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“It’s you,” he mutters.

You raise your head and face the others with a scared and confused expression. “Guys, what the hell just happened?”

Paul smirks and looks away.

Jared buries his face with a muffin.

Embry and Quil face the tv, not wanting to see how things plays out.

Brady and Collin walk through the door.

“Holy shit,” the former says.

“Congrats, Jake. You finally got your imprint,” the latter adds.

“What?” You spin around to face Emily. “Imprint? That’s what just happened?”

Sam rubs a hand over his face. This was the last thing they needed.

“Did we- did you not know?” Brady asks you.

“Does this look like the face of someone who’s in the know? Does it. Brady?”

Collin pulls his buddy away before you can rip their heads off.

“I think we need to talk,” Sam says, pulling Jacob off the ground. “Outside.”

You three stand on the porch, trying to wrap your heads around the whole situation.

“I don’t know what this means,” you tell them.

“This means, no being alone in your room. No sneaking out after curfew. No-”

“Sam, we’re not dating. This doesn’t apply to us.”

“It could,” he says, finally snapping out of his mind.

“What?”

“It- the imprint bond doesn’t happen by accident, it’s the joining of when two soulmates find each other.”

“So, we’re soulmates?”

He nods.

“I thought you were in love with Bella?”

“I was.”

“And now you’re not? You couldn’t have moved on that fast just because of this bond.”

He sighs, “I know this is going to be a lot of work, but I want to get to know you whether we go out or not… even though dating you-”

The clearing of someone’s throat cuts him off.

He sheepishly smiles, rubbing the back of his head. “We’ll talk more later.”

You can’t help but giggle and wince soon after.

He’s kneeling in front of you in seconds, searching for any sign of pain. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. My lip is going to be the kill joy of my existence for a few days but I’m fine.” You place a hand on his shoulder, “thanks for pulling me out of there when you did.”

He shakes his head, “it was nothing.”

“It was more than you know, and I know you were only there because Uncle Sam made you, but I still wanted to thank you.”

He can’t help the wide smile that stretches across his lips. “I’ll always be there for you.”

Sam throws you over his shoulder. “Babe, where’s the extra wood I keep for the winter?”

“Back room, why?” She asks, watching as you beat on his back.

“I’m locking some doors.”

“Sam, no!” You screech. “Boys, help me.”

“He’s the alpha, what he says go,” Paul tells you.

“You suck, Lahote.”

“You’re gonna be swallowing, princess.”

Paul has never shifted and ran out of his alpha’s place as quickly as he did today.

The others lose their minds as he runs all around, nearly bumping into the clearwater siblings as they head towards the place.

Continue to: Part II

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maxdibert · 3 months ago

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Yes, James flipping Snape was wrong, but let’s not pretend Snape was some innocent victim who never did anything equally bad or worse. He was a Death Eater, and you don’t earn that title without doing some truly horrific things to prove your loyalty. The key difference? James grew the fuck up, while Snape didn’t. He chose that path as an adult to follow a cult full of racist terrorists that killed people for their blood status. His actions led to the death of his former best friend and his longtime nemesis. Then when his master was dead, he decided to switch gears and bully children who were much younger than him. Including Harry and Neville who both lost their parents because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. If roles were reversed James never would have bullied children, especially Harry or Neville. But sure, let’s keep pretending Snape’s some poor, misunderstood hero. Snape absolutely takes the crown for the biggest scum.

You’re out here defending and sexualizing a racist terrorist who bullied children, if anyone needs therapy, it’s you. I honestly can’t imagine how you treat people who don’t look like you. But hey, at least you have something in common with JKR, you’re both racists who idolize Snape 👏🏼

You just:

Justified abuse.

Blamed a victim for not fitting into the role of the "perfect victim" and insinuated that if someone does bad things, defends themselves, or doesn’t sit in a corner crying, they don’t have the right to be a victim.

Justified the abuse by saying that long after it happened, the victim fell into a spiral of violence. Let me remind you that what James did happened before the Death Eaters. So, I don’t know what excuse you’re using here.

Blamed the victim again.

Pretended that an abuser stops being an abuser because they do good things. Like, if a guy rapes me but then goes off to help in a war, does he stop being a rapist? I don’t understand. Does the crime get erased? I’m asking.

When exactly does James Potter "grow up"? When he tells his girlfriend he’s stopped bullying, but it’s a lie? Or when he listens to his best friend and chooses the wrong Secret Keeper because they’re both racists who think the werewolf must be the spy? I’m asking.

Isn’t Snape the one who was only with the Death Eaters for about three years but then spent 18 years fighting against them in secret without asking for recognition in return? Like, I don’t understand why you’re going on about how he "signed up" and all that when literally his fundamental arc is about him spending years trying to atone for that mistake.

Blaming the victim again, I guess.

What are you even saying about his master? Severus went to Dumbledore long before Voldemort "died." It’s thanks to him that Lily was able to invoke the ancient magic. It was Dumbledore who forced him to work at Hogwarts. Did you smoke something for breakfast, or have you just not read the books? xD

Hmm, curious that you talk about racism when you’re the one defending a character who was canonically a white aristocratic kid who bullied and abused a working-class kid because of his physical appearance. Curious that you talk about mocking someone’s appearance when you’re defending James Potter, who mocked someone for their looks and their lack of money. Like, I don’t know what kind of world you live in, but your perception of reality is very distorted. Because the reality is that you’re defending a character who bullied and abused someone far beneath him in status just because they "existed," or because his friend was bored. It has nothing to do with the Death Eaters, nothing to do with who that victim would become in the future. James Potter did it because he could, because he was rich and the other was poor, because he had a name and the other didn’t, because he was obsessively infatuated with a girl and the other had the bad luck of being her friend, because he was a sadistic brat. Period.

You’re whitewashing abusers, just like Rowling, who whitewashes all kinds of toxic male behavior in her work. So go eat crap and keep licking the boots of cishet white male abusers somewhere else, will you? What a chore you are.

#severus snape #severus snape defense #pro severus snape #severus snape fandom #pro snape #james potter #james potter is trash #and whitewashing his actions is victim blaming #and you're excusing assault and bullying #like wow dude #get a therapist

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onlypinkslut · 5 days ago

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since a lot of you have been curious about me, i thought i’d finally do this. i want my readers to get to know every part of me the soft parts, the freaky parts, the chaotic parts all of it. even the messy, unpretty things. you can ask me personal questions if you want. really, it’s okay. i’m not shy about who i am anymore. i’m just me, and this little space is where i let that exist fully.

hi. i’m 23, and i’m the type of girl who lives a little too much in her head but still manages to be loud as hell in real life. i speak both english and french fluently because i grew up in the french school system since i was a kid. french has always been part of how i think, speak, express love, or throw shade. i’m naturally introverted, but not the quiet type more like, i keep a lot to myself until i randomly start talking your ear off like we’ve known each other forever. i’m weird as fuck in the best way. i feel things deeply, i talk fast, i zone out, i laugh hard. i overthink and forget things all at once. i write all my filthy little fics in my notes app, literally. no fancy setup. just me, thumbs tapping, daydreaming at midnight, writing from my bed or the bathroom floor or while eating something sweet.

i procrastinate a lot. like… a lot. i’m lazy, moody, impulsive, i don’t take things seriously unless they hit me in the face, and i’ve got anger issues that flare up when i least expect them. my emotions switch without warning sometimes i care too much, sometimes i couldn’t care less if i tried. i don’t do therapy. i tried it once because someone thought i might have bpd (i was never diagnosed, just had symptoms), and i stopped going after the second session because the therapist made a weird comment about my makeup. which, by the way, i wear a lot of not for anyone else, just for me. it’s part of my armor, my art, my power. i’m a baddie and i don’t want to be fixed. i don’t need to be soft all the time to be real. i’m freaky and hypersexual, and yeah, a lot of that came from trauma, but i’m not ashamed. i don’t care to be healed in the way people expect. i’ve survived by turning pain into jokes, stories, characters, lipstick, and messy truths.

i’m bisexual, and i genuinely love women. like deeply. emotionally and sexually. i’ve mostly dated girls in real life because i feel safer, softer, and more myself around them. we like the same things makeup, cute shit, emotional messiness, being hot and sweet and dramatic at the same time. i’ve only dated one guy. hooked up with another one. but i’ve never had sex. i’m still a virgin. not because i’m shy or prudish or scared, but because i’ve never trusted a man enough to let him take that part of me. it was always rushed. always disappointing. always felt like i was supposed to give in before i was ready. i’ve sucked cock, and honestly… i liked it. i probably have an oral fixation i don’t even try to deny it. i’ve let men suck my tits too, but never let them fuck me. something in me always said no. maybe because i’m waiting for a moment that doesn’t feel cheap. something that feels like mine. not just some random sweaty fuck. and yeah, i write the nastiest shit about men in fiction i go full pick-me freak for fictional dilfs but in real life? you’d never catch me being down bad for a guy like that. not ever. i’m built different. i’m private. i hold myself sacred, even when i write dirty.

i like roblox. i love plushies. not the labubu ones because… EW. i like cute ones that feel soft when i’m sad. i vape. i scroll too much. i get attached easily but pretend i don’t. i don’t go out much unless it’s with my girls. i used to draw, roleplay, and spend hours on wattpad imagining lives that felt safer than mine. i still have a wild imagination. i daydream more than i sleep. i talk to myself when i’m alone. i tease people for fun because i’m a little brat. i romanticize everything and get crushed when reality disappoints. but that’s just me. soft. unfiltered. a little fucked up, but loving. craving safety, even if i act like i don’t need it.

and if you’re still here, reading this… thank you. you’re in my little world now. be gentle. or don’t. either way, i’ll write about it.

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pokegalla · 1 year ago

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Haven’t watched this in awhile but I hope I do this some justice!

Request/trade from @neko-rose888

How do the bad sanses (+ Dream) deal with an S/o just like Yor Forger?

Dust:

* You two are literally the quiet duo. You would think that’s a bad thing right? Nah. Introverts just have their own way of communicating. So he actually understands you best. Which much to your relief helps you a lot.

* Now seeing you in battle is a whole ‘nother story. He didn’t think you had it in you. Even under the hoodie you can see his eyes go wide as you easily take down a group of strong men easily- you just earned this man’s instant affection-

* But if there’s one thing he’s more terrified of, it’s your cooking. He doesn’t panic but he’s pretty creative on getting rid of the evidence. Thank god he can teleport this away. No offense to you…he just can’t do it. But at least he’s discreet so he doesn’t hurt your feelings.

* To him you are a beautiful strong and independent woman…and he’ll protect you even in the shadows.

Killer:

* He thought you were the cutest damn thing ever. Teasing you with sweet words and gentle gestures to flirt and see your face turn red. Stars he can never get over that sight.

* But man seeing you in action just makes him fall in more love. Fighting side by side as people drop down to the floor as you dance together with your blades? Can he really think of anything more romantic than this?

* Your cooking is one thing he’s a little….scared of. He still eats it. He loves you that much! But man his nonexistent stomach hurts so much- worth it-🥲

* He still loves you though. His perfect thorn princess…he’ll be sure to dance again with you

Horror:

* Ironically both of you are pretty similar: both of you are absolutely precious but a little terrifying if necessary- Horror is like a big ol teddy bear who likes to tail you around to make sure you don’t hurt yourself and you make sure he’s ok too!

* But man both of you are RELENTLESS in battles. Downright chilling to the bone (pun intended-) with your cold glares and shocking strength. The switch up even makes the others nervous-

* But nothing more terrifying then Horror actually eating your cooking without any hesitation and even asking for seconds- thanks to him, you strive to do better in your cooking!

* He can’t help but have a soft spot for you. Just please do be careful. He worries a lot….

Error:

* Don’t let this tsundere act bullshit you- he finds you annoying but speaks up for you instantly? That man will glare anyone down if they try to take advantage of you-

* And despite being a little surprised at how capable you are in battle, he does still watch over you and assists you anyway he can. What? He knows you’re still a klutz. He’s not wanting to have to swoop in and save you because YOU aren’t paying attention- (he was being a worrywart-)

* He doesn’t really eat anything other than his chocolate bars but you swear someone has been tampering with your cooking….oh well. It does seem to taste better now!

* He might be a little jackass but that’s only because that’s what he wants you to see. He’s no softie dammit-!

Nightmare:

* He hired you for your services as your reputation exceeded you. But he was…not expecting someone so…well soft. He thought it was a facade but nope- purely that is your true character. Which was odd to him….could someone this innocent really do anything useful?

* Oh man but you shut him up with your actions. Your speed, your elegant skills, your raw power, he was mesmerized by it all. Could you really be the same gullible quiet girl….? Well you’ve earned his respect.

* With cooking, he actually helps you. At first you spoon feed him a taste and instead of panicking at the taste, he gives you an honest opinion, some advice, and even a cook book for you to follow. He does linger longer than he should have….

* He can’t help the soft spot that’s grown so fond of you. He’s hesitant but he can’t ignore how nice it feels to be with you….

Dream:

* He heard rumors of your deeds and wanted to put a stop to you. But when he first saw you…well he didn’t expect you to be so reserved. And kind. And sweet….he actually heard your story and you gained his empathy as he understood how you would feel the need to work hard for your sibling’s sake.

* He doesn’t agree with your work but he doesn’t stop you. Because he knows how important this is for you. But expect him to constantly make sure you’re ok and ready to heal you if necessary.

* As for cooking, he usually ends up cooking with you. Mostly because he smelled your cooking and was a little…concerned. But he decided to make this kinda like a fun dating activity while he teaches you! And oh how fun it was. You both couldn’t stop giggling.

* He really cherishes you and despite living different lives, you both make it work….

#my writing #undertale au #self insert #funny #cute #undertale au headcanons #anime headcanons #technically #reader is similar to Yor forger #sans au x reader #bad sanses x reader #dust sans #error sans #nighmare sans #killer sans #horror sans #dream sans #request answered

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eldritch-riotgrrl · 5 months ago

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Why did Nolan become a writer?

Recently watched Invincible and had a few thoughts that I would like to share here with you. I don’t know if this gets covered in the comics or in S3 (wich I haven’t yet seen), so if I missed something let me know.

I think it’s very interesting that Nolan decided to make his "human civilian persona" a writer out of all things. You’d assume with his natural strength and buff build he would pretend to be a construction worker or a boxer or something. But I feel like making Nolan a writer was very intentional.

Theory 1 (the boring one): A writer can easily work from home and might have a wide time window to complete deadlines, wich comes in handy for when he has to randomly leave to fight off Monsters somewhere. Mark‘s absence affects his daily life since he misses school for months at a time (as an example). As a writer who probably doesn’t always have to work in an office, Nolan‘s disappearance isn’t noticed as much. His Boss wouldn’t know he’s not really working if he can’t see him. And every artist knows that pulling all nighters to finish your work and hit deadlines is very common. Debbie is also a real estate agent and (probably) already earns a lot of money herself. I haven’t found the correct numbers, but I’ve read that the yearly salary is around 100.000$ a year. That’s already a lot of money, so even if Nolan‘s books weren’t successful, it didn’t really matter. He switched from Sci-Fi to travel books, wich seemed to sell better. If he misses a deadline or two it wouldn’t be the end of the world, and he and Debbie would still be financially stable. Just look at their house man 😭

Theory 2: But despite the conventional disguise for a job, I feel like it fits Nolan‘s character. He seems to enjoy writing. He’s written a lot of books after all. On Viltrum, the only value is strength. I don’t believe they have people who get to live out their artistic dreams if those even have room to exist (wich I doubt). What good is a Viltrumite, when they’re not serving their empire and proving their strength? Writing a book about space and how to destroy your own kind would hardly benefit their empire.

But Nolan doesn’t have that issue on earth. He can take on a job that seems unconventional to his kind. It doesn’t really matter if it’s "worthless". He seems to be writing about his experiences, inserting himself into his stories and also hinting at the Viltrumite‘s weaknesses. But for what?? Why would he even write them down?? Even if he didn’t believe anyone from earth (who would be reading his books) to be a genuine threat to the empire, what use does it have to have your species’ weaknesses written down? What if those fall into the wrong hands?

His Sci-Fi books also turned out to be a flop. So why continue writing them if they’re not doing well? Why would he continue to write down how to defeat the Viltrumites if he could just switch to writing travel books way sooner? Art has a box full of Sci-Fi novels. I think after realizing that two of your books are not selling well, you’d switch genres immediately. But that didn’t seem to be the case for Nolan.

I believe the reason for that is that he was starting to doubt his mission early on. The Sci-Fi books are his manifested concerns about conquering earth. Maybe he even wanted someone to find out how to defeat the Viltrumites. We see in the show that he’s not the best at expressing his emotions, at least not in the same way Debbie is. People often have an easier time writing down their feelings instead of verbalizing them.

Perhaps to Nolan writing Sci-Fi books (wich Allen confirms to be actually scientifically accurate) was his little outlet. His only way of telling his family and the world who and what he really is, and how to stop him.

Because deep down he always loved Debbie and Mark.

And he doesn’t want to conquer earth.

#invincible #omni man #nolan grayson #mark grayson #viltrum #viltrumite #allen the alien #debbie grayson #atom eve #rex sloan

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papurgaatika · 9 months ago

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Papaya’s Official Pedro Character Dick List

This started as me trying to just list them in biggest to smallest dick order, but i got carried away so now it’s that but with a few fleeting (horny) thoughts. Enjoy whores. Xoxo

1. Joel

Horse cock, duh

"Just the tip baby" is a line he’s ALWAYS using

Y’know that line about how he never actually went to university to study? That’s bc he was def fucking college girls and lord was he the talk of the town

If you could sneak Joel “big dick” Miller into your sorority house you were a legend.

Yes this might just be me being self gratuitous

2. Frankie Morales

Big and thick

Shy about it but too focused on pussy to care

Can get off just from eating you out, is extremely proud of that because it means he can just stay between your legs for however long he wants

3. Marcus Acacius

Roman army general who comes back aching after months of war

Will fuck you until you’re dizzy bc you can practically feel him in your stomach

Breeding kink galore, wants to see you round with his kids over and over

4. Javier Peña

He cant be that full of himself without having a pretty dick

And he is so pretty, maybe not that thick but he is big regardless

Loves to press against the top of your pelvis to make you feel him a little more if he shifts his hips up

5. Dave York

Look at him. I know you’ve seen his bulge dont lie to me you heathen.

Will trace a knife over your skin while he’s pushing into you to keep you still

Wears a cock ring to keep himself from cumming until you’re absolutely begging for it

6. Oberyn Martell

Royal cock. That’s all i have to say

Look. he is canonically a slut, there has to be good dick

Not a vers, but will switch occasionally if he’s feeling like he wants change.

Jerks off while you watch just to tease you

7. Pero Tovar

There’s something about these dirty sword-wielding men that screams BDE

Have i seen this movie? No. do i know that he’s jerking himself off and not bothering to be quiet about it even when he’s out on missions? Yeah. yeah i do.

He’ll bite and mark you, but will kiss them better afterwards

8. Din Djarin

Above average, but not too big, and he likes it like that

Def a grower, which makes it irritating when you tease him while he’s in the armor

Hates having to adjust while he’s on missions but you make it impossible

Missionary STANNNN, loves to have his forehead pressed against yours

9. Javi Gutierrez

Pleasure dom 100%

Just average length and girth, but he KNOWS how to use it, and use it well

Will slide just the tip in and make you cockwarm him laying like that until he makes you cum at least twice

10. Jack “whiskey” Daniels

This fucking asshole (i love him)

Ties you up with his lasso

Just smaller than average, but claims he’d get too distracted otherwise

Magic fingers. 100% and he knows it too.

11. Ezra

FREAK. He might be the freakiest one here if i speak honestly.

Doesn’t care that he doesn’t have a huge dick, says he can make you feel better than anyone with a massive shlong can (my words, not his, he’s too eloquent)

Into fisting and coos at you about how he can split you open on his hand and you’ll still ask for more

12. Silva

Bottom!

Not that he needs a small dick to be a bottom, but he just prefers it

Likes to grind against the sheets to get stimulation while he’s face down

13. Marcus pike

Cutie pie with a cute dick

I dont remember who it was but someone on here wrote soft!dom marcus so well and it makes me crazy

Overstimulates you while you ride him

14. Max Phillips

This is to knock this asshole down a notch

Endless stamina (vampire) so it doesn’t really matter

Super into slipping a finger inside while he’s fucking you

Also will make you eat his ass

15. Dieter Bravo

He has a small dick and dare i speak my truth when i say it’s hot???

He loves it, he doesnt need to be huge to feel good.

This man is a vers and a switch. Power bottoming for DAYS or being a bratty top. He has the best of everything.

Degradation kink GALORE!! If you call his dick small condescendingly he might cum immediately

#papaya thoughts #joel miller #frankie morales #marcus acacius #javier peña #dave york #oberyn martell #pero tovar #din djarin #javi gutierrez #agent whiskey #ezra #silva #marcus pike #max phillips #dieter bravo #pedro characters #hcs

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endless-weightless · 2 years ago

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Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons

Got Ghost tickets and now I’m gonna be autistic about this band. Also kinda on the shorter side because I’m SO BUSY rn but the autism will pull me through 💪

CHARACTERS: Swiss, Rain, Sodo, Aether, Mountain, Phantom, Omega, Ifrit

TAGS: Smut, reader insert, BDSM, monsterfucking?, afab and amab!reader, lingerie, marking, switch!reader I guess?, switch!Swiss, soft dom!Mountain, mean dom!Omega

🌙Swiss

Kinky. We know this. He’s willing to try just about anything you’re comfortable with.

His personal favourite kinky things include bondage, spanking, gags, some dynamic play, marking and a sprinkle of dacryphilia.

He’s such a power switch and I will not listen to anyone who disagrees. Sometimes he wants to dick you down and sometimes he wants to be dicked down. Is that too much to ask for?

REALLY FUCKING LOUD. If you’re making him feel good he’s letting everyone know.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck~ baby if you don’t slow down I’ll cum- fuck!”

Has absolutely no shame walking around covered in hickeys, bite marks and scratches.

Swiss gets unbelievably horny when you touch his horns, like something in him snaps when you touch them.

Prefers cumming on you rather than inside you, like you’re a canvas and he’s the painter.

Don’t bully him he’ll cum :(

Nah but seriously, if you call him a slut at least once and pull his hair he’ll absolutely melt.

🌙Rain

Pretty vanilla compared to Swiss, but has his kinky moments.

Prefers sex to be romantic, so expect lots of kisses and hand holding.

Speaking of hand holding, he squeezes your hand when he cums. He just loves you so much and you’re making him feel so good.

Has cried on one or more occasions. It could be because he’s so in love or maybe because he just has a really sensitive cock-

Absolutely adores fucking in the shower or even outside in the rain. He loves it when you two are both in tune with his element and it just makes him feel safe being in water.

Doesn’t let out pornographic moans but rather soft gasps and grunts and if you’re really fucking him good then he’ll start whimpering the closer he gets to cumming.

Speaking of cum, he loves cumming in you and just having you cockwarm him (or the other way around). He also moans an “I love you” when he does so.

“I love you so much darling- oh satan.”

Always looks so goddamn pretty when he’s all fucked out and exhausted.

🌙Mountain

My fav ghoul 💜

Gives me soft dom vibes, but not crazy on kink or bdsm.

He’s fucking huge and uses it to his advantage.

Likes watching you squirm when taking him. The bastard will just watch you struggle as you try to fit all of his length in you while he just sits there doing fuck all.

Loves watching you ride him. If you have tits he’s automatically hypnotised by then jiggling as you bounce on his cock.

If you get too tired or overstimulated to keep riding him he’ll instantly flip you over so he’s on top of you and he’ll just pound into you at whatever pace you need.

Mostly grunts when you two are fucking, but he isn’t shy about moaning in your ear when he cums.

So much praise. Like a fuck ton of it.

“Look at you, taking me so well. You’re doing such a good job.

If you’re ever stressed he’ll instantly suggest a solution that involves his face buried between your thighs for the next hour or so.

Endless cuddles when you two are finished. He’ll have you wrapped in his arms until you’ve fallen asleep.

🌙Omega

Good LORD those fingers.

Mean dom. So mean :( (but very rewarding when he thinks you’ve been on your best behaviour)

I reckon he’s pretty well versed in the bdsm and kink world. Maybe even to the point where bdsm is part of his actual lifestyle outside of sex.

Fucks you absolutely silly and then mocks you when you’re too overstimulated to say a full coherent sentence.

If he’s feeling too lazy to actually fuck you or he’s busy he’ll beckon you over to him and have you sit on his lap while he fingers you into oblivion or jacks you off until you’re shooting blanks.

Goes feral when you moan his name, or just say anything along the lines of you belonging to him.

Cums where he wants, as long as you’re comfortable with it.

Not incredibly loud unless you’re sucking him off, then he’s getting a little slutty because he knows how turned on it gets you.

“Oh yeah~ use your tongue just like that darling. Fuck .”

He LOVES bending you over and pounding into you until you’re crying. He’ll even give your ass the occasional slap and moan an “atta girl/boy”.

🌙Sodo

Every time you moan his full name “Sodomiser” he instantly starts panting like a fucking dog.

Gets progressively hornier the more you feed his ego.

Likes nipping at your neck and wrapping his tail around your thigh when you’re fucking.

He tries stay quiet but ultimately ends up a whimpering mess when he cums. He doesn’t even have to be subbing, he just kinda whimpers regardless 🤷‍♀️

I feel like if you were about to suck him off he’d lightly slap you in the face with his dick because he thinks it’s hot 😭

Let you use a vibrator on him one time and he came so hard he was scared to let you use it on him again. He uses it on himself occasionally though.

“Nonono wait don’t turn it up I’ll- ngh~”

Like Swiss he loves cumming on you, bonus points if it’s your chest, ass or face.

One time you pulled his tail during sex and he let out such a load and sinful moan you had to pause before going back to fucking and then teasing him because of it.

🌙Aether

He’s hot and he knows it, the cheeky bastard.

Likes it when you caress his muscles. Fair enough though, if I was that buff I’d want everyone to touch my big strong biceps-

He loves just randomly picking you up and manhandling you.

If you’re a pillow princess or prince you’re in luck because he’ll do all of the work as long as he gets to hear you whimper his name and look at your pretty face.

His favourite thing to do is to buy you lingerie and the rip it off hours later. Sometimes if he’s feeling a bit silly n goofy he’ll buy it one or two sizes too small so he gets to see your tits and/or ass spill out.

Prefers cumming in you but doesn’t mind, as long as you’re satisfied.

Can and will fuck you standing up and it’s very scary because WHO THE FUCK HAS SEX STANDING-

He’s mostly quiet, but still very verbal if that makes sense. He moans a lil and also lets out these like sighs? Idk how to explain it but just know he’s enjoying himself 😭.

“Mm you look so- fuck, good like this.”

🌙Phantom

He’s like a very excited puppy when it comes to sex. Probably would be into puppy play too tbh.

Very easy to overstimulate. Just go for a second or third round with some edging thrown in and he’s putty in your hands.

He whines, moans, whimpers, cries, you name it.

“Please, I’ll be good, I just need to cum, please.”

Doesn’t understand his size or strength sometimes. You couldn’t convince him he had a massive dick until one time when you were riding him you put his hand to your stomach where he could literally feel himself moving inside you.

Doesn’t mind whatsoever where he has to cum, just as long as he actually gets to.

He has the most sensitive tail and horns ever it’s not even funny. He could probably cum untouched if you played with them enough.

Bites a fucking lot, like damn boy calm down.

Needs praise or he might go a little coocoo.

🌙Ifrit

This man is a SWITCH WITH A BREEDING KINK.

So obviously he loves cumming in you.

Gets so unbelievably worked up when he smells you.

Likes fucking you while your in his lap, like something similar to the lotus. He needs to be close to you.

(Afab hc) for some reason he can tell when you’re ovulating and it just sends him spiralling. He’s practically on his knees rutting into the floor and begging you to let him fuck you.

This when he gets the most vocal.

“Please let me fuck a baby into you. Mm~ I’ll do anything”

Bites hard. Like it’s a problem.

(Half afab) Insists on carrying you everywhere once you two are finished. His reasoning is because he might’ve hurt your silly little human body with his massive ghoul dick (his words not mine) and because you might be pregnant!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

That's all, thanks for reading my lovelies!

#x reader #the band ghost #sodomizer #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #omega ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #sodo x reader #mountain x reader #aether x reader #omega x reader #rain x reader #swiss x reader #phantom x reader #ifrit ghoul #ifrit x reader

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lquiorra · 17 days ago

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ꕥ``Looking for Thanos? He’s in the back.``ꕥ

Bartender! Nam-gyu x FTM! Pre-T! Reader ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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Fandom: Squid Game

Rated: NSFW (18+)

Word Count: 13.7K

Genre: Dating Imagines, Nam-gyu Mental Health/Illness (NSFW UNDER THE CUT)

Warnings: 18+ only! You/Your/Yours pronouns, the reader had only just socially transitioned, Squid Games never took place, mentions of Unestablished relationship, slight infatuation with Thanos by reader at the start, Nam-gyu typical jealousy, transphobia and misogyny from Nam-gyu (he eventually comes around), drug usage, Nam-gyu has Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) and Hypersexuality, anal sex (no vaginal because of a lack of anal in FTM content, sorry y’all), pre-op reader + pre HRT, mentions of suicide/history of suicidal ideation & attempts, mentions of alcoholism & drunkeness, toxic to balanced relationship, ! angst/comfort/smut Oneshot !, Nam-gyu is a pervert, masturbation, sex toys, pegging, switch!Nam-gyu, experimentalist Nam-gyu, virgin & experienced scenarios for the reader, NSFW HCs are almost pure smut and raunch but there are mentions of self harm

A/N: This is a disordered character written by a disordered person, I am writing Nam-gyu based but not entirely on my own experiences with NPD, him being disordered is NOT canon. Also I thought I’d have written Thanos first but I am definitely still planning to, so keep an eye out if you’re interested.

! There are both a SFW and NSFW Oneshot (separate) in this work, 2nd POV !

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! SAFE FOR WORK IMAGINES !

ꕥ- You first noticed Nam-gyu working the bar at a local club, a promoter, he was, you thought it peculiar to be working such a position as someone with a higher status than that of a barkeep, but that wasn’t your position to pry, nor did you really care to, at least not for now.

ꕥ- Hell you wouldn’t really find yourself in this scene at the current stage of transition you’re in, a chest binder much too constricting, some poorly done hairstyle you got for cheap at a barbershop by a person clearly under qualified, but oh well, the damage was done.

ꕥ- Nam-gyu is quite silent, the type to be often seen nursing a drink or keeping half of his attention on whatever goings on a drunk client is babbling about to at least seem warm enough to pull more money out of the other, perhaps scavenge for tips despite the culture being dead and buried for the most part in South Korea.

ꕥ- Considering that you’re quite effeminate as of now, he doesn’t pay you much attention at first, either nodding or shaking to the questions of Thanos, giving a short comment here and there, and then going on his way to serve anyone else he could actually swindle some drug money from.

ꕥ- He did not, however, expect you to start frequenting the club, Pentagon was its name, not that it mattered much since he had no doubt that you were probably following Thanos everywhere by that point, a mixture of envy and toxic jealousy pooling in the pit of his stomach.

ꕥ- Was he interested in in women? No, not quite. Nam-gyu only slept around when he and his partner were high or drunk enough to ignore the flaws of one another, and Nam-gyu? Riddled with flaws.

ꕥ- Not to mention he is a raging misogynist and isn’t a very good person, he sees himself as superior to everyone he comes across, a pathetic attempt to hide the deep rooted insecurity that was planted into his brain when he was growing up as a kid.

ꕥ- This perspective of women unfortunately tied back to you, considering that you weren’t masc presenting he just believed you to be another cheap whore who could coaxed into the sheets with enough drugs or booze, but seeing that you weren’t doing much but admiring Thanos from afar, that’s when he started to feel something other than disdain for your presence.

ꕥ- Curiosity, at most, he wasn’t very interested in getting to know people who didn’t have at least some kind of brush of fame since it made him feel like he was surrounding himself with people lesser than himself, but perhaps he could make an exception just this once, get close to you and see what you could potentially offer him that would be of use.

ꕥ- So Nam-gyu starts to mask his bitter disinterest with a persona unfitting of him, his nasty remarks and venomous attitude buried deep within him as he talked to you in hope to see why you kept coming back, if it were anything more than a stupid celebrity crush on a guy who would sacrifice his friends for a hit of whatever addictive substance he could get his hands on, or if you were as shallow as he initially believed.

ꕥ- On the off days that Thanos wasn’t performing Nam-gyu would feel relief that he didn’t need to see you, the bar was quieter and filled with a bustling energy, but eventually you came around to visiting the club on what he believed to be his ‘break at work’.

ꕥ- Sheer, unbridled irritation, he disliked your presence since you either talked too little or talked too much. On the days you talked too much, he’d find an excuse to leave somewhere else and try to have someone take his position at the bar. On the days you talked too little it felt like he was going to rip his hair out, he didn’t like the constant change.

ꕥ- Eventually you two got not a routine, subconsciously at most but Nam-gyu wasn’t stupid, he had purposely made a routine for the two of you, or so he thought he did, his grandiose nature wouldn’t allow him to think otherwise anyway.

ꕥ- Talking to Nam-gyu, you started to read his body language a bit better, it had been at least a few months by now since you started to frequent at the club and so you were able to pick up on his traits and peculiar quirks.

ꕥ- For one, when he was nervous or felt as if people were being too close, he would pull his sleeves down over his hands, fingers poking out in a paw-like manner, a trait usually seen in female influencers to frame themselves as cute, but in Nam-gyu it would be seen as bizarre and quite childish.

ꕥ- Another quirk was his disdain for his hair being in his face, any time you noticed that a strand of black hair fell against his cheek or a row of eyelashes, he would scowl as if he met the man who had shot his parents in front of him and promptly tuck it behind his ear again.

ꕥ- One of the most bothersome traits was that closer you got to him, the more he seemed to close himself off, become more agitated and on edge. Often snapping at a spilled drink or throw a nasty remark your way. You’d tell your friends of this and they would suggest that he’s probably a murderer and that you should keep your distance from a guy like him.

ꕥ- However despite their advice, your attention was now more drawn away from that charming rapper with a snarky attitude and at what you believed to be a guy who just needed the company of someone, but Nam-gyu didn’t feel t the same way at all.

ꕥ- One problematic thing you did notice is his utter disdain for empathy, or well, his lack of it. A sob story from a client would get a small, apologetic smile but his eyes seemed void of that, of anything that was remote to him feeling anything other than irritation, or perhaps a thrill that someone’s life was worse off than his.

ꕥ- It put an uneasy feel in your stomach and made you wonder if you really shouldn’t be trying to throw yourself into a crowd like this, with Thanos, with Nam-gyu, with anyone who sat at this God forsaken bar table, but even so you still stayed, maybe it was the curiosity to the man who stood across from you, or the opportunity to meet Thanos.

ꕥ- Oh yes, you did find out quickly that Nam-gyu was close with the rapper you originally visited this club for, mainly because he wasn’t very sneaky with their friendship, swindling a free drink from Nam-gyu or sneaking out to receive something in the alleyway close by, you didn’t know what just yet, but you had a feeling that it was something illegal.

ꕥ- Regardless, whatever triangle you found yourself in wasn’t really a story typical love triangle, more of just sheer interest you felt for the two of them, hell your infatuation with Thanos stopped feeling like love a while ago since getting to know Nam-gyu more.

ꕥ- ‘Nam-su’ Nam-gyu repeated under his breath with disdain, followed by the man correcting his name in a pattern after his friend had skipped away like an overactive child, it really didn’t look as healthy as you would’ve liked to think it was.

ꕥ- Initially thinking it was a nickname he was given, you foolishly asked about it, and that allowed Nam-gyu the room to ramble about his dislike of Thanos’ constant forgetfulness, how he suspected that he was doing all of this on purpose and if he wasn’t he was just an asshole who couldn’t even remember his best friend’s first name.

ꕥ- You were bombarded with properly half a decades worth of toxicity within their friendship and it took you blindsided. Of course you were still processing it, but since you weren’t processing it fast enough and not giving him the empathy he wanted he would narrow his eyes and simply walk away like a cat that lost interest in its owner, sleeves rolled down his hands.

ꕥ- You’ve never seen him so, defeated.

ꕥ- Of course eventually since he’s seen you get so close to his friend Thanos started to show interest, hell he was a messy flirt, tucking an arm around your shoulders and trying to woo you over, but right now you really weren’t having it despite having initial interest, opting to slip from his grasp and back away.

ꕥ- He did push a bit to encourage you, but backed off, he isn’t one to chase in a place it’s not wanted, sniffing elsewhere to find someone to play with.

ꕥ- Nam-gyu was… impressed to say the least. He expected you to give yourself to him like any other whore in this building, so upon your next conversation he was the one to ask the questions first.

ꕥ- When he does, he tries to be subtle, trying to worm an answer out of you without having to explicitly ask why you rejected him, but you caught on quickly and decided that maybe coming out to a guy who looked like he was constantly high off his chops with how dilated his eyes were might not be a bad idea.

ꕥ- It was.

ꕥ- He was surprised, of course asking a question that may have been uncomfortable to you and getting a little discomforted himself, now he was certain that talking to you would have people look down on him, but maybe he’d get some kind of reward over giving what the believed to be a pathetic excuse of a man the time of day and talk to him.

ꕥ- Hell, if you’re smart enough not to roll in the hay with Thanos then you might as well be good enough for him to hand his attention to you like a charity worker, that, and he needed the friend. He ain’t got many so even though he disagrees initially with the fact that you’re transgender, because honestly, he’s a mean person, he won’t say anything to scare you away much anymore.

ꕥ- However one thing he will not shy away from if you have any further arguments is using slurs against you, unfortunately Nam-gyu is quite bitter and toxic as a friend and the fact that you challenge him and don’t let him walk all over you pisses him off.

ꕥ- However just as he does Thanos, he starts getting clingy with you, making sure he greets you first, keeps your attention on him and nowhere else, hell he starts to no longer care that you’re trans as long as you pay attention to him, make him feel important, a source of praise and the respect he feels he deserves.

ꕥ- It’s selfish and cruel, but at least he’s no longer asking uncomfortable questions about your transition anymore or calling you names like he used to.

ꕥ- You don’t even know why stuck around when he did any of those things, maybe it was Thanos, or who you now formerly knew as Choi Su-bong, insisting that Nam-gyu wasn’t totally a bad guy, but you did, and now you’ve started to regret things much less with how much attention you’re getting from him.

ꕥ- It’s almost suffocating.

ꕥ- He’s affectionate, touchy and possessive of you, always hovering around and trying to put himself in conversations he knew he wasn’t welcome in, but who the hell cared? He knew he didn’t, so why should he worry about how you felt even when he purposely made you look bad just so people would stop hanging around you.

ꕥ- Of course you put a stop to this quickly after he started the habit, but he didn’t take any of your lecture, telling you that you should be grateful that he even paid attention to you, slinging insults your way and acting as if he were some high and mighty man who needed to be worshipped.

ꕥ- However despite the grandiose forefront, on the inside he felt insecure, did you no want to talk to him anymore? Did you hate him? Who cares if you hated him, he knew he didn’t. Yes he did. Everything was conflicting and hurt him all at once, one hand going up to scratch at the other as a self destructive self-soothing habit.

ꕥ- That was a new quirk you’ve noticed since then, he scratched his fingers raw when something wasn’t going his way, concerning and childish all the same. He had scabs and fresh wound he’d often pick at on his hands, and now it seemed worse than ever.

ꕥ- He yelled and cut you off, despite knowing that louder doesn’t mean he’s right, and this caused a scene in the club, so you decided to do the best thing for the both of you and slip into the back room nearby and talk to him as adults should.

ꕥ- Without the loud noises and a bit of patience, he eventually seemed to have gave in to your boundaries, albeit a little spite settling between you two as he gruffly turned the cold shoulder at you for the following few days.

ꕥ- Nam-gyu does this quite a lot now that he knows you won’t let him push you around so much, but Thanos on the other hand seems impressed that you managed to get some kind of leash on him. His friend wasn’t the nicest of people nor was he very fun to be around when not in a good mood, but hey, whatever you were doing it was working.

ꕥ- Nam-gyu was suspicious for the following days, watching you and Thanos get closer, he knew Thanos had a big mouth and definitely spilled the beans on what they share behind the alleyway, and he bet you hated him for being a drug addict, so he definitely wasn’t going to loosen up any time soon on you.

ꕥ- Hell the only reason he started speaking with you again is when you found him hunched over the bar after work, nursing his drink within his severely trembling hands, withdrawal. He seemed to be giving you the stink eye since he knew you noticed.

ꕥ- You hovered over him and eventually he barked out a demand for what you wanted and why you were hovering over him, upon hearing a question to if he were okay, Nam-gyu would roll his eyes and gruffly respond with a ‘could be better’ before going back to swirling his drink and hopefully getting drunk enough to shrug off the feeling of being sober.

ꕥ- That night he opened up, he talked about previous suicidal ideation, how he once had a shrink and they up and ditched him, how he believed that they were useless. Of course you encouraged him to try and get a new one, but he countered with the fact that he is too deep in debt to think about that shit, so you backed down, not telling him to do something when he wasn’t able to do it even if he wanted to.

ꕥ- Nam-gyu did however tell you not to feel bad for him, or give him any pity because he despised it more than anything, eyes sunken with lack of sleep and voice rasped, his nasty attitude replaced with what might’ve been gratefulness that someone asked.

ꕥ- Further along the line, when he gets feelings for you, he is quite insecure internally but not shy about them, hand lingering on your shoulder when he tells you to settle down on the drinks, watching the way you tuck any loose strands of hair out of your face, if your hair is long enough or in a style that allowed it to fall.

ꕥ- Sure you were trans, but that meant nothing to him anymore when you were giving him the actual kindness he strongly believed he deserved, respect too. He believed you were aware that he was a man of authority and needed special treatment no matter whether it was true or not, you’d be foolish to think otherwise, he thought.

ꕥ- He liked to do impressions of his friend to hopefully get a laugh from you, happy that it was him you chose to spend your time with at work, not so much his best friend, who Nam-gyu honestly believed was far more attractive than he was, and probably more deserving despite not being any better, at least he had the looks to go with his horrible behaviours.

ꕥ- Occasionally he’d even flirt with you, if you reject his advances he goes sulking to Thanos, if you don’t, he’s beaming like he just won the lottery, a genuine smile that felt different to the ones he had put on when masking interest.

ꕥ- Oh when he sulks, he sulks. He’ll probably say something nasty to your face to gather up his wounded ego and go to Thanos and hopefully get some kind of validation or high as a kite to ignore that he was rejected by the pretty boy who sat across from him every night.

ꕥ- Pretty boy, that’s what he thinks of you by now, mentally referring to you as such. He thinks you’re pretty, much prettier than him, it took a while for his ego to allow him to think that but he does. I mean, years of prolonged drug use does have its negative affect on one’s appearance, not to mention his hygiene struggle since he could sometimes barely afford food let alone water, so he usually comes crawling to Thanos shamelessly despite knowing the dude is also having money struggles after MGCoin lead the to get scammed.

ꕥ- Nam-gyu doesn’t bother asking you out, because of that, mainly because he was being considerate (for once) of what being in a relationship with a guy who has a huge debt would entail, financial struggles galore, and he didn’t want to drag you down with him.

ꕥ- So when you asked him out one day, he blinked at you owlishly and told you that Thanos was in the back if you were looking to ask him out, despite knowing full well that you liked him, hell, he always paid attention to when someone was giving him that kind of attention.

ꕥ- But regardless, you repeated your question slowly and Nam-gyu silenced, a small dust of pink fluttering upon his typically sharp expression while he glanced away to agree, of course only because he felt bad that you were chasing someone who was way out of your league.

ꕥ- The relationship starts off as rocky as expected, he put you on a pedestal and acted as if your relationship was purely because he was being pitiful on you, and of course you shut that down as soon as it started to become a problem, sure Nam-gyu tried cutting it off at first and skipped out on work, which you learnt since that the reason he was working the bar was because of how horrifically understaffed they were, but he eventually came around and gave in.

ꕥ- Any kind of affection was usually a perverse squeeze on his end or a weird remark about your body, but you knew that he was just trying to sound cool or like he had been with someone who was likely out of his league, anyone who was patient enough to put up with his bullshit was definitely out of his league.

ꕥ- But there were moments of resignation of his actions and he’d actually apologise, sure, lack of emotional empathy but he knew when he needed to make up for his actions, even if what he was doing wasn’t exactly out of the norm for some cisgender men, but it was a problem and he wasn’t that socially unaware.

ꕥ- You did dislike that every single big step you, like meeting him, visiting him, setting boundaries and other important things, he’ll even the start of your relationship felt like you were at square one with the guy again, he was kind of hard to deal with but he wasn’t a total monster.

ꕥ- Sure you definitely needed to help him work out the more distasteful parts of himself, especially his dislike for anything feminine despite having similar traits to the thing he despised, that probably being the reason he disliked it to begin with. If you forgot how insecure he deeply was.

ꕥ- But insecurity doesn’t remove accountability or the fact that Nam-gyu should be more responsible for how he treats people, and you, so of course correction is the key, mostly aggressive correction since asking him like some kind of gentle parenting method will not work.

ꕥ- Eh, other than the downsides to dating Nam-gyu, lots of downsides, there are upsides to it too. First of all, he’s actually a lot better of a kisser than one might realise, his teeth snagging at your lips to tease and hands less than nervous to adventure. He’s not shy at all.

ꕥ- He’s alright with PDA, but for mutual safety he tries to restrict it as much as possible outside of areas where he knows there are a substantial amount of queer folk, otherwise it’s making out after work or in the comfort of his crummy apartment.

ꕥ- His apartment is a mess, trash left haphazardly on the floor since he spends most of the time at work or at Thanos’ place so he sees no need to clean up, but if you point it out he might start cleaning it, hell, likely getting up from the sofa right in front of you and tidying the place, as embarrassing for you it may be.

ꕥ- So at least he’s more considerate for your comfort now that you’re together, losing you wouldn’t be great, he genuinely likes your company so losing you to some hateful bastard would hurt him, so he kept a close eye on people, he didn’t trust anyone other than you and Thanos regardless so this wasn’t really a huge change in habit.

ꕥ- With kissing don’t expect him to shy away from it, mainly because he’s high off his ass and confidence pours from every corner of his being when he is, hell his drug intake skyrocketed since you started dating him, it gives Nam-gyu the boost of confidence he needed to actually indulge in his desires.

ꕥ- His eyes dilated from the drugs and even just the sight of you, hands exploring whatever he could as if you’d fall like sand within his grasp if he stopped, there hasn’t been a single place on your body his lips hasn’t touched.

ꕥ- Additionally, Nam-gyu is obsessed with your neck, it’s rare that he kisses anyone in an intimate way other than when he’s having sex, but with you he likes to see you flush because of him, even if it would a few extra words to work up that familiar red hue to your face, it was addictive.

ꕥ- Speaking of addiction, don’t expect him to suddenly go clean because he has a thing for you, if you want him to do anything remotely of the sort then don’t date a guy like him, he’ll say that to you himself, the initial conversation will make him explode and actually willingly put a gap between you and himself.

ꕥ- In fact, he’s so dependent on the drugs that he’d probably sacrifice his relationship with you if you get any ideas of making him quit, Nam-gyu does not want to change, he does not want help, he doesn’t see why he should even consider getting help, especially since to him you’re nothing more than a burden whenever you worry about his health.

ꕥ- If you want him to stay sober during your time together it might take some convincing before he actually starts to attempt to cool down on drugs when he’s around you, mainly because they actually allow him to act on his impulses without any kind of fear of consequence, he’d probably go through a process of broken promises, attempting, and then completely shutting you down when you confront him about lying.

ꕥ- But he’ll come around, it’s not like he won’t slip a pill at work, if you catch him he’ll make some excuse that he’s on the clock and technically you chose to hang around him at work, you will never get a fully clean Nam-gyu.

ꕥ- Break ups are common with him, he breaks up with you and expects you to come crawling back to him, beg him to take you back because for once Nam-gyu feels as if he is in control of the relationship, but every time he’ll crawl back, promise he’s changed, and give you the same smile every time.

ꕥ- It takes almost an entire year for him to stop feeling challenged by your presence and accept you properly into his life, you know he doesn’t mean half of the things he says and that he’ll apologise as sincerely as he possibly could upon request, he just struggles without being encouraged to do things any other person would, his mental illness is a disability after all.

ꕥ- Up until now he learned that in a relationship he should just take what he gets and not expect any more or any less from a partner, so he doesn’t demand much, but if you give him more than he bargained for he’ll give you a smile and a nod, he is polite, surprisingly so considering how he can treat you, so he isn’t going to shy away from thanking you for even the small things that he genuinely appreciates.

ꕥ- The same goes for you, he’ll give you what you’ll give him, a kiss will be mirrored, your affection, words of love will only fall from his lips in return if you initiate, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.

ꕥ- Other than that, keep in mind that dating a man like Nam-gyu is complicated and not your typical romance, he’s difficult to get along with and some of his traits are not as charming as the rest of them, but overall if you’re able to be patient with him you’ll see progress.

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Nam-gyu’s face was buried in a pillow, having prompted to sleep on the couch instead of the comfort of his unmade bed since he had at least three hours before he had to get ready for his next shift at Club Pentagon. Usually, he would’ve been granted a bit more time to sleep and prepare himself for the next day but because a staff member had recently quit and his boss had been up his ass about arriving to work earlier. Foolishly enough, he took the free meal his boss offered as his last shift started, and this being his boss’ way of baiting him into working overtime which summed up to an extra three hours, giving him less time and room to actually sleep.

Each breath came out a short whistle of his nose, blocked because he was cold and what that meant for him is that his nose would get stuffy and uncomfortable, however that mattered none to Nam-gyu as he was too deep into his slumber to even get up and inhale until the annoying sound eventually stopped.

Soon enough his alarm went off, hand going toward his phone to put it on silent and head throbbing with the beginnings of a sharp migraine that hadn’t set itself in. Nam-gyu begrudgingly sat up, skin sticky with sweat and eyes hanging low, he hadn’t even been able to take a shower the night before, since by the time he got home he was exhausted beyond belief and crashed the moment he hit the couch. Fuck, he noticed that he even slept through one of his earlier alarms by the time Nam-gyu checked his phone for the time, at least he had a couple hours until work started so he had some time to sit back, maybe pump his veins full of God knows what he got his hands on from Thanos, and play some videogames.

Cracking out a needle and some other things to keep it clean, he started to prepare his little trip before work, sitting back and cleaning the injection site after he tied a tourniquet around his bicep to make it easier to locate a vein, removing it and getting ready to draw some blood to ensure he would be injecting somewhat safely into his arm, as safe as you can get with as much scarring he had at least.

That was the plan until his phone thrummed with messages that it didn’t notify him of during sleep mode, seeing that his boyfriend sent a message half an hour after he was supposed to initially wake up saying that he was coming over, Nam-gyu’s eyes widening as a knock was heard from his front door. Scrambling to his feet, Nam-gyu pulled his shirt on, sure it had a beer stain smack dab in the middle but it was better to wear something than nothing at all and get scrutinised for how his body looks, or so he strongly believed that’s exactly what would’ve happened.

Eventually he mustered up the courage to face you after kicking all of his goods haphazardly under the coffee table in a box and making the living room at least presentable, spritzing on some deodorant so he wouldn’t smell too awful and wiping his clammy hands onto his cargo shorts. Upon opening the door. You seemed a little zoned out, so he waited for you to snap out of it and greet him with a smile as he would look you once over, taking in your appearance.

“Took you long enough,” He would tease softly with a curl of his lip, obviously he wasn’t doing a good job at he whole ‘I have been awake this whole time’ act but you decided to cut him some slack and just brushed it off. He didn’t smell too great honestly, the twist of cheap body spray and the sour scent of sweat from being overheated in a club lingering in the air, not that you weren’t used to it by now, but it wasn’t the most pleasant thing to have in your face right at the moment you greet your boyfriend.

“Yeah yeah I know, you didn’t see my message for a while so I was worried you’d be asleep,” You would respond with a small yawn, rubbing the corner of your eye as if you were a still ridden with sleep, he himself weren’t in a better position either, the bags under his eyes evidence of the fact that he had been overworking himself for his boss, but it was either a few more hours of sleep or to risk being one paycheck short of paying next weeks rent, and there was no way in hell he’d scramble to you expecting money, not because he felt bad about taking it, but mostly because it wounded his pride.

Nam-gyu soon cracked open a window and sat down onto the sofa with a small ‘oomph’, crossing one leg over the other and expecting you to join him while he threw on some corny show. He unable to afford streaming services or anything other than the limited data he had on his phone even if he wanted to spend his money on that, honestly he was just broke, he was just lucky you didn’t seem to complain much.

“So, what convinced you to come visit me in the morning?” He’d ask with an eyebrow raising inquisitively, a small head tilt and a sparkle in his eye, one of the very few signs that he was actually interested in what you were saying, but you shrugged and left him slightly confused, he wasn’t used to how unpredictable you were.

“I guess I just wanted to see you, I always go to the club after work but I thought it’d be nice to spend some time outside of your job with you,” you’d answer politely, fingers slowly dancing across his lap and eventually grabbing a hold of one of his hands, Nam-gyu shifting his hand slightly so your fingers would intertwine instead of being tangled in an unattractive mess.

He felt warmth when you told him that you actually wanted to see him, he had gotten so used to you showing up at work that he forgot that he was allowed to talk to you whenever he wanted and not in a hurried manner in a slurry of orders and old men bossing him around, it gave him time to think, away from the bustling energy and the music that he swore would knock down the walls of that old club someday.

You on the other hand, was currently trying to piece together what he was feeling since Nam-gyu was usually trying his best to keep himself as closed off as possible. It was a subconscious habit to hide his vulnerabilities, which meant you didn’t feel as if he distrusted you, you just struggled with piecing together his possible responses and whether they’d be good or not.

He’d smile, a tiny quirk of the lips that would be unnoticeable if you didn’t squint just right before he’d dip his head politely, thanking you as he usually would when you managed to make his heart squeeze. “I appreciate that, just wait here for a bit, I need to take a quick shower and put something better on, it looks like I threw up all over myself.”

Although you said that he looked fine, Nam-gyu insisted and squeezed your shoulders before he would head into the cramped bathroom to take a shower. It was small and grungy in there, tiles slightly cracked and mold forming between them, a problem he would have to handle himself a bit further along the line when he actually bothered to be concerned about his health, the only reason why he started to pick up his habits because he now had to impress you, and a nagging feeling telling him that if he didn’t he would probably fumble and scare you away.

Even as he slipped a pill into his pockets that he kept hidden in here specifically to take to work, he felt guilt, not that he felt bad for lying to you, but as if you were watching him and waiting for Nam-gyu to do something wrong and ditch him officially, he’ll he’s broke up with you at least a dozen times but soon came crawling back like some lowly dog, despite him thinking it’d be the opposite to every time he pulled a stunt like that.

Discarding those thoughts, Nam-gyu focused on washing his hair, fingers scratching against his scalp to remove dirt and whatever grime he got from an angry customer throwing a drink on him because ‘he didn’t make it right’, or because ‘the bar down the road was cheaper’. Well it was a club, drinks were likely to be expensive because of the people they usually have performing for them and it wasn’t some cheap bar you’d go to sit there and be depressed. Honestly thinking about the things he disliked about work made Nam-gyu feel better rather than thinking about his insecurities, mainly because it gave him a sense of superiority over the people who let their emotions get the better of them.

You on the other hand, decided to snoop, Nam-gyu didn’t mind you going through his things as long as they weren’t his stash, so you opened a few drawers and took out one of his various sketch books. He wasn’t that bad of an artist, sure he’d need a little work but there was obviously skill in what he did, ‘at least the man had some pride in his life’ you’d think to yourself before closing the sketch book and tucking it back into the drawer he usually stuffed full of his socks.

Taking your attention away from his sketchbook collection for a minute, you took your gaze around the place for a little while, a clock that had since stopped running since the power ran flat reading 6:27am, walls cracked with water damage and the humidity that would otherwise remain in his apartment when the man keeps the windows shut when you’re not here. You don’t blame him, you experienced firsthand that his neighbours were loud and played obnoxious music, coming home at two in the morning at minimum and trying to get to sleep after being surrounded by energetic music and energetic people only to be greeted by more was definitely a deal breaker to trade the state of your already shitty apartment for at least a couple of hours of sleep.

You walk toward the hall between the bathroom and his bedroom, opting on entering Nam-gyu’s room since for one, the shower was literally occupied and you couldn’t check it out even if you wanted to, and two, his room didn’t even have a lock let alone a door.

Like the rest of his apartment, Nam-gyu’s bedroom was a mess, a room tucked in the corner of his part of the building, only ever cleaned up to pass an inspection. His bed was untouched, it seemed he hadn’t slept here for a couple of days and the room smelled musty, the only light drawn into the room from a small crack in the blinds. Stepping over paper plates stained with remnants of whatever he ate, you sat down on the bed with a rusty creak below you, grimacing at whatever crumbs clung to the palms of your hands that you braced your weight on, dusting them off on your clothes.

Although the crumbs were a little gut wrenching, you decided to lie down and inhale the familiar scent of your boyfriend who wasn’t present as of yet. The sheets were crumpled and clearly too big from the mattress, rolling under your body with every movement and they smelled of sweat, evidence of withdrawal, a long night at work, stress, and maybe a result of the very few moments he’d actually use the punching bag in the corner of the room that Thanos bought for him for his last birthday. Sour but it smelled of him, in every way possible.

It wasn’t long after that until a fresh-out-of-the-shower Nam-gyu entered the bedroom, clearly confused since he didn’t expect you to be lying down on his bed, hell, he thought you’d still be in the living room looking through his sketch book. Nam-gyu would always lean over your shoulder and try to explain what you were looking at even if you had already figured it out. “You alright there?” He’d call out softly, not wanting to disturb you in case if you crashed and that was the reason you were lying down on his bed.

You would roll over facing Nam-gyu. He hadn’t even bothered to dry his hair, still damp and dripping onto his clean shirt and undoubtedly soaking the material, a towel tucked under his armpit while his free hand was subconsciously rubbing circles into the fabric of the ripped, baggy jeans he decided to wear today. You tried to make out the lettering on his clothes, written in the same cryptic words most other shirts were in, likely a band you have never even heard of.

“Yeah I’m okay, what does that say?” Pointing to his shirt, Nam-gyu furrowed his brows and looked down before pulling at the hem to get a better look, letting out a hum as he released it and made eye contact with you once more.

“Macabre, a thrash metal band I saw at a gig once, they sing about serial killers or something,” he’d shrug nonchalantly and sit down on the edge of his bed with a creak, taking the towel to his black hair and ruffling it against his scalp. Silently you tapped his shoulder and asked if he needed help without using your words, Nam-gyu shaking his head in response because he was mature enough to be able to dry his own hair.

Nam-gyu prided himself in his music taste, different to the techno or rap that would play at the club he worked at for the most part, however he still did engage with those genres since Thanos was deep plunged into the rap scene himself. Although you avoided playing music around him, he wasn’t too open minded to new bands and was a thousand percent an elitist, even to his own partner, listening to music with him was quite unpleasant.

The television was still playing in the other room, accompanied by the sound of Nam-gyu ruffling his hair under the towel, your hand stopping his quickly with a charming smile and giving him a short kiss on the lips, you did come over to see him after all. You pulled a different, brighter grin than the small smile this morning from Nam-gyu, who would reach over and squeeze your hip, deepening the kiss. The shower helped wash over the fatigue so he felt a little more confident in kissing you, hand balling into fists against your clothes while he would straddle you.

Just as your tongues were starting to tangle with one another the humming of his third and final alarm sounded, causing Nam-gyu to push away from you and head into the living room to fetch it, turning it off as he returned to the bedroom.

“Fuck, I have to head to work. My car’s outside if you don’t have a shift today and want to tag along?”

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ꕥ- First and foremost, you made Nam-gyu get checked for STDs, even though he insisted that he never shared needles and he’s not an idiot you weren’t going to take your chances and made him get tested.

ꕥ- It came back negative, go figure, and Nam-gyu definitely flaunted it in your face that he was clean despite being one of the biggest junkies you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

ꕥ- Anyway, with sex, Nam-gyu is used to being a bottom, he’s been with thousands of different types of men, he has his preferences and tastes, hell he knows he prefers giving head than receiving and being bent over a table or a dumpster in the alley was something he was used to, but with you he’s kind of lost.

ꕥ- He doesn’t know what he wants from you, sure he loves you and finds you hot as hell but he doesn’t know how he should go about getting you under his sheets with him.

ꕥ- Just like initiating the relationship between you both, naturally you took the lead and got him under you during a passionate make-out session, hands grasping and touching and before you knew it his hands hiked your shirt over your head and were all over you. Teeth biting pretty marks into your sweet spot and tongue sliding against your collarbone.

ꕥ- To him, he likes switching things up with you from time to time, one day he could be the bottom, the next you could be in the same position you had him in before, either way, it all felt so good, almost felt good as the drugs he took alongside it.

ꕥ- Oh yeah, he preferred being high while in bed, made things feel much more sensitive and easier for him to get used to the feeling of being deep inside your ass, or having one of his dildos stuffed inside of him as you thrusted it against his prostate, pulling all of the pretty moans he always kept hidden away from you.

ꕥ- He had an assortment of different toys, dildos, plugs, flesh-lights, he used them on himself about just as much as he used them in bed. He was hypersexual, a result of him being disordered to begin with and sex brought him a sense of control he felt that he otherwise didn’t have in his life, sex with you brought him both that and security.

ꕥ- When giving him a blowjob he prefers the mess, his hand grasping into your hair or against the back of your neck, choking and gagging you on his length, tongue swirling pathetically against him, he loved the way you coughed when he suddenly pushed you down and yanked you back so you could catch your breath. He wasn’t one for receiving but with you that changed, he loved seeing the way your lips look wrapped around him.

ꕥ- He isn’t the biggest but he definitely isn’t small either, around average size, curved length and a singular vein that ran alongside it right to the flushed pink tip that leaked and twitched from the smallest of stimulation. He was surprisingly very pretty down there if that was a word to describe how he looked, cum beading from his tip and dripping pathetically every time you turned him on.

ꕥ- When you told him that you preferred the idea of anal he beamed, he liked ass better than pussy anyway, and seeing your tight hole stuffed to the brim from him looked amazing, plus that meant that Nam-gyu didn’t need to waste his money on condoms in case if you weren’t on birth control.

ꕥ- Nam-gyu understands the importance of foreplay, mainly because it gets the mood going, and also because the importance of actually preparing his partner to be penetrated. He has experienced sex without any preparation and that lead to nothing but discomfort for himself, not so much for his partner because he was just some drunken idiot who had never touched another man before.

ꕥ- He takes extra care in prepping you, burying his fingers deep until they’re up to the knuckle in your ass, stretching you open just right before he slides right into where he wants.

ꕥ- If he has lube on hand he’d much rather use that, spit dries out too quickly which means neither of you can do it for very long without him having to spit on his cock again and push it back into you once more, the loss of stimulation is kind of unpleasant.

ꕥ- Nam-gyu also enjoys rimming, his tongue will swirl your entrance and prod just a bit to tease. Surprisingly, but definitely a pleasant one, he makes sure to clean himself up properly when he showers, Nam-gyu doesn’t enjoy being covered in his own sweat, nor did he enjoy the smell.

ꕥ- If you enjoy them he did invest in a few vibrators that he can use you while fucking you on his fingers, you’d be surprised in how giving he is despite hearing from Thanos that he was quite selfish, not that Thanos is the most trustworthy of people, but Nam-gyu definitely would come out about it sooner than later that he’s typically only focusing on what he wants rather than what his partner wants.

ꕥ- This selfishness does show the first few times you have sex. He’ll leave you hanging there since he’s used to simply a quick fuck and then leaving once he was finished.

ꕥ- He has a purity kink so if you’re a virgin you better watch out, he’ll stuff you to the brim and try his best to break your mind, nails digging into your hips and thighs with every thrust, you’re just lucky Nam-gyu has a nail biting habit when he’s nervous because otherwise he’d be gripping you hard enough to draw blood, that doesn’t mean he isn’t leaving his mark there though as a litter of pretty bruises lays themselves out on your skin.

ꕥ- But if you aren’t into the rough stuff he’ll make an exception for you, his face buried into your shoulder as he thrusts shallowly into your tight hole, a shower of praise falling from his lips to encourage you to take more of his loads if he’s pent up enough to keep up the effort.

ꕥ- On the other hand, if he’s bottoming for your first time he’ll make sure you can hear all of the sounds that fall from his lips, flushed red and slightly swollen from making out while his eyes are puffy from tears and desperation.

ꕥ- If you’re experienced and he’s on top he’ll be jealous, very jealous, Nam-gyu doesn’t like the fact that someone managed to touch you before he did and so he will be merciless, you thought he was rough before but oh boy does he have the sex drive to go on for a couple of hours before he decides enough is enough.

ꕥ- He’ll be sure to overstimulate you even before you two have sex, fingers stuffed in your ass and pressing right against that certain place that makes you twitch and whine, hand squeezing against your throat until you start seeing stars, he is no gentle lover when jealous and you probably won’t be able to calm him down.

ꕥ- However, if you do manage to get him under you he’ll probably be cursing you out, eyes narrowed in anger as you give him the hardest fucking of his life, of course you’d have to use a strap but that’s the appeal in fucking a guy like Nam-gyu, he was a true experimentalist, there was nothing you’ve done to him that he’s never experienced at the hands of someone else.

ꕥ- He was nothing more than a little hypocrite.

ꕥ- When you’re not home to help him out with his arousal he’ll be fisting his cock to whatever picture he can find of you, clutching it like a vice in his grip as he focuses his gaze on your body, he’s a shameless pervert so often times his favourite way to kick back at home if he’s not ready to sleep or feeling like getting high after work is to jerk off.

ꕥ- That doesn’t mean he’s got pride not to have a go at himself at work, he gets turned on easily, especially since he works at a club where people get drunk and fool around, he imagines that it were you and him doing that, if he weren’t on the clock he’d probably be trying to desperately cling onto you and do exactly that.

ꕥ- But don’t be surprised if he ends up jerking off in a toilet stall if you managed to rile him up at work, even accidentally. Wishing that you’d enter the bathroom and help him, that it was your hand wrapped around his cock instead of his own, he felt no shame in leaning his head against the stall and making a mess of the wall, two fingers plunged into his hole to stimulate himself, he was completely addicted to you.

ꕥ- Nam-gyu loves attention, his disorder makes him crave it even if it weren’t the good kind, no matter how shameful his acts has to be to give him what he wanted, so occasionally he’d let out a little moan just to get a disgusted response or something aligned with that, he liked it, he liked being reduced to nothing but a pervert who can’t keep it in his pants, even at work.

ꕥ- Even his best friend, Thanos, is aware of how perverted Nam-gyu is, he’s not shy when talking about what he’s done in bed and some of his more gross achievements, if you’re comfortable with it or don’t mind, he’ll tell Thanos exactly how he had you, or exactly how you had him the night before, even in front of you.

ꕥ- Although confident with sex, he isn’t so confident about his body, he was skilled and experienced, but that was only because he had the opportunity to sway someone with the prospect of drugs or a free drink, hell he was easy to get in the sheets, he’d hump the leg of just about anyone who offered him something good.

ꕥ- That’s when the shame usually sets in, he feels like he doesn’t look the greatest, sure he’s got a nice dick if he says so himself but his skin is scarred from cigarette burns, in he heat of the moment it was hot but now they just littered his skin with marks of people he couldn’t be fucked to remember the names of. He also once had a long-term self harm addiction in highschool and had clear evidence of on his wrists and thighs, for both pity, attention and a cry for help, so he wasn’t very confident in himself.

ꕥ- Not to mention Nam-gyu didn’t know if flashing you with his inner elbow despite you being aware of what was currently there would be too appealing to you or not, so long sleeve stays on until he feels more comfortable with you, pity was great but being pitied by a person he actually was decently close to pissed him off, especially pity from you.

ꕥ- Once Nam-gyu takes the shirt off please take extra care and give him attention, kiss his scars and complimenting them is a good way to actually pull out something other than his desires for you, no you don’t need to kiss his inner arm if the prospect makes you discomforted, he’d appreciate anything you give to him.

ꕥ- Nam-gyu is a vocal man, as demonstrated before, he squirms and begs for release even when he’s on top, he’ll beg for you to keep squeezing him, to take what he’s got. And it is very much the same for when he is bottoming, whining for you to keep going, faster, slower if he is overstimulated, but he prefers getting ignored when he begs for you to slow down.

ꕥ- Nam-gyu is mean. He is quick to degrade, he loves it, especially when he brings tears to your eyes. Of course he doesn’t mean a good portion of what he says and there is a safe word put in place in case it is too much, but it is rough and sometimes hard to stomach when he spews out a stream of insults or denouncing you to nothing but a hooker he’d mess with.

ꕥ- Sometimes, when he’s not feeling the rough sensations of having being fucked or doing the fucking, he likes to go more lax and have sex with you in a way he can see your eyes watching him, he enjoys it rough but occasionally it really doesn’t scratch the right itch for him so he opts for something more sensational and loving.

ꕥ- Not to mention he probably feels you need reassurance that he’s not just using you like he does most other people, he only really gets close to others just so he can get what he wants and then tossing them to the side soon after, but with you Nam-gyu wants you to know that you’re loved by him.

ꕥ- His favourite positions are doggy style and the mating press, he likes being able push your head into whatever you’re under just as much as he likes to pin your legs to your chest, it’s no different to when you’re on top and doing the fucking instead, it feels just as good giving to you just as it does to take it from you.

ꕥ- When Nam-gyu is fucking you, you’ll notice that depending on how good he’s feeling he’ll take his attention off his hair and not bother to tuck the strands behind his ears when it gets in the way. He does end up feeling great in the end regardless of how good it initially is, but when he’s not drunk on sex he’ll still take a hand off you at the start to make sure his vision doesn’t get obscured.

ꕥ- If you tuck his hair out of his face when he’s not conscious about it being there his heart will melt and Nam-gyu will give you a small nod, even if you’re in the middle of getting your back blown out, he’s just polite in a pretty dorky way even in such an intimate connection.

ꕥ- Aftercare at first was pretty rare, he didn’t give enough of a crap to look after his previous partners so why should he do the same for you? But if you complain enough, or just ask him for some attention, he’ll break the habit much to his demise and start actually looking after you like a partner should.

ꕥ- He’ll ask for you to join him in a shower - not to continue because he’d be a bit tuckered out himself by then - but to wash off the sweat and scent of sex. Again, Nam-gyu doesn’t like lying down with the bedsheets clinging to his skin, or the leather of the sofa causing a ‘riiip’ sound as he parts from the surface.

ꕥ- Nam-gyu is shameless when you’re showering together, his eyes will be transfixed on whatever he was permitted to, usually unspoken, but if you’re uncomfortable with your chest he’ll either stand close enough to you that he can’t see it or just avoid looking, the same goes for the rest of your insecurities, since by now he’s learned to better respect your boundaries.

ꕥ- If that isn’t enough he’ll offer to throw on a movie from his CD collection and cuddle with you, just pray that the player hasn’t decided to finally shit itself with the amount of times that Nam-gyu ended up accidentally causing a spill with a gravity bong he made with a plastic bottle and a bucket, cheap and available.

ꕥ- Overall, Nam-gyu is perverted and sweet, selfish and giving, a walking contradiction in himself, he has many different faces to him that he offers you in bed and he’ll love to indulge in you as much as he can.

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Warnings: Top!Nam-Gyu, withdrawal, mentions of nausea, descriptive vomiting, hurt/comfort/smut, drug use, violence occasionally in place of romance, hair pulling, mentions of Nam-gyu’s past experiences with sex, Nam-gyu has a cock piercing, mating press, dacryphilia, spanking, degradation, choking, knife play (fantasy only), sadism, masochism, breeding kink, Nam-gyu isn’t a serious dom, jealousy, possessiveness

By now Nam-gyu had chewed his fingers raw by now, he’d somehow left his pills at home so now he was in a stall trying to pull himself together. His shirt soaked unhealthily with sweat, fighting back tears since he’d have to go a few more hours before he even got a chance to head home and try to load some kind of drug into his body before the urges consumed him.

Usually when this happened he would go to Thanos and say he’d pay him back, usually through free drinks and some of the nicest places in the club, he may have been a VIP but Thanos didn’t have access to everything all at once, so the offer was far too tantalising to refuse. However that wasn’t an option right now since his friend was currently touring the country and wouldn’t be back for at least three more weeks. Nam-gyu thought of texting you and beg for your help, but was he really that pathetic as to swallow his pride and go to you for something you didn’t seem to enjoy as much as he?

Yes, he was. His fingers quickly attempted to dial your number, cursing out loud with every time that his trembling hands ended up pressing the wrong digit until the clamminess of his thumb pads transferred to the screen and started to cause it to bug out. “Fuck, fuck! Fuck you! I’m going to die- I’m really going to die!” Cursed the man dramatically, raising the device into the air and tossing it hard enough to the ground below to crack the screen pretty severely.

Although he knew he wasn’t going to die here like some lowly dog his mind sure was convincing Nam-gyu that he would, teeth both chattering as if he were freezing cold while Nam-gyu ran hot, stomach tensing and releasing with the urge to throw up, the fact that his mind was focusing on any kind of solution to the pain he was in was probably the only reason why Nam-Gyu wasn’t hunched over the bowl throwing up the contents of his lunch, hell did he even think to eat lunch? Or was he delirious from the lack of high? Nam-gyu didn’t know.

Eventually Nam-gyu found himself curling up within a stall of the bathroom, playing with the lines of his cracked phone to hopefully get his attention away from everything, from the fact that his mouth started to go dry from how much he was sweating, the way his spine started to ache due to the trembles of his body, how he was hyper-aware of the dirt from the floor clinging to his skin but also too out of it to even care, even thing was closing in, you weren’t here to help.

He fucking hated you for it, why aren’t you asking if he were okay? Nam-gyu lost track of time and doubted that his break wasn’t over by now, if you never came into his life Nam-gyu would’ve never started to keep drugs offhand to appease you, he’d have come to work high and not worry about having some kind of ear worm bug him about his health, to see the less unhinged person Nam-gyu could be.

His fist started to beat against the wall, pain jolting from his fist into his shoulder, and then burying itself into his stomach which eventually was too strenuous for Nam-gyu, the man hunching over and throwing up whatever might’ve been in his stomach at that moment, black hair falling into his face and getting soiled with his own bile. It burned like acid within the pit of his throat, the taste absolutely awful while some aggressively went out of his nose with the force of every hurl, tears stinging Nam-gyu’s eyes and occasionally dressing his face alongside his own stomach acid.

“Fucking junkie,” Nam-gyu swore he heard his boss say, or maybe that was his mind playing tricks. Nam-gyu felt as if he were in a loop, something would happen, he’d acknowledge it and then question if it actually even took place, lower lip trembling in fear for his life, in fear for if someone actually found him like this, all pathetic and weak.

“Hey, you in here?” A familiar voice called, shoes clicking against the ground as Nam-gyu went dead silent, making a quiet attempt to sit up onto the toilet bowl and tuck his feet against himself. He didn’t want to feel hope, Nam-gyu knew not to get excited when he was like this, it was probably not even real to begin with. But the voice repeated, softer this time, “Nam-gyu?”

He’d cover his mouth and pant, it was you, that was no hallucination, he was decently alright at separating what was just a figment of his imagination to the sound of a real, warm blooded person. Slowly, he gained the ability to walk - or rather, stumble - against the door and unlock it, falling to his knees and crawling right to your legs.

To say at the least, you were mortified upon seeing your boyfriend desperate, he never dropped that tough, bully persona he always had on for anyone, not you, not even Thanos, but within the dingy, poorly lit bathroom you saw him trembling as if he had just witnessed a murder before his eyes. You made sure to crouch down quickly, trying to identify what was wrong as your eyes darted across his face, seeing how much of a mess he was.

It didn’t take long for you to identify what had been wrong, this was one of the only moments you’d see Nam-gyu vulnerable after all, he was going through withdrawal, at work nonetheless, and because of the status of your relationship you felt completely inclined to help the other man despite what that might’ve entailed. Within the palm of his hand, Nam-gyu was nursing the phone he smashed against the ground, you could tell that he was just as violent in withdrawal as he was when he was completely enthralled in substance, no, he had never struck you, nor would he ever try to, but he definitely could say the wrong things in the heat of the moment.

“Think you could stand?” You asked softly before an arm tucked under his armpit, one of Nam-gyu’s hands shooting out to support himself on your weight while the man began to get himself up with a grunt, legs shaking with the ache of his muscles and fingernails tensing against the flesh on your body. At least he was able to stand, but walking might’ve been quite difficult with the state he was in as of now.

You took a small, experimental step back, Nam-gyu trying to follow but his motor skills weren’t as good as they should be, stumbling forward against you and holding on tightly. Gingerly, you would take care to pry the phone from his hands, thumb grazing softly against a rough knuckle, slipping the broken device into your pocket so he wouldn’t cut himself on it while you would start backing toward the bathroom door.

Nam-gyu being silent was always a discomfort to you, he was usually full of life, attentive and kept his attention on you whenever you two were in the same vicinity of one another, at least when he was sober. But right now being sober for Nam-gyu seemed like the worst thing you’ve ever lied your eyes upon, his own excrement sticking strands of charred locks to his skin, eyes going between half lidded and blown wide as if he were seeing something, all you knew that you needed to do was call a cab.

Of course, you had to talk it out with his boss, who seemed angry until he witnessed the state his employee was in. Of course still a little reluctant to let him go, but at least Thanos wasn’t here to stir up the customers so it was a pretty slow night so for now he let Nam-gyu off the hook. You’d reposition your arm, opting to wrap around around his middle instead while walking at a slow, offbeat pace to follow every single one of Nam-gyu’s staggered steps.

“We’ll be home soon, okay?” A nod, you were happy to see that Nam-gyu was at least showing signs of life, a small curve of your lips at the sight as a gentle kiss was pressed to his forehead.

The car ride was mostly silent, of course the man driving the vehicle assumed that Nam-gyu’s condition was a result of him taking it too far and offering a vomit bag that you definitely didn’t decline, the occasional question about your, relationship status because of course one would assume that you two were dating from how doting you were of him, and the fact that you were letting the guy squeeze your bicep like a lifeline, fingers flexing and unflexing with every jump of the car because the road to his apartment building was quite bumpy.

You’d swipe the keys from Nam-gyu’s pockets and help him step up the stairs, however, the concrete was wet and to a dazed man that was a death sentence, his foot slipping and his body quickly plummeting towards the ground. “Oh woah!” You’d call out as you caught him, hand resting under his chest while your arm was wrapped firmly around his hips, Nam-gyu had only just reacted after you grabbed a hold of him, it seemed that his responses were a little more delayed and he didn’t realise just how close to injury, or perhaps death, he had been.

After a moment, the man got himself back up and started to stalk toward the familiar door to his apartment, patting his pants down desperately for the keys before he started to panic.

“Calm down, I took them, see?” It surprised you to think that Nam-gyu didn’t notice, you weren’t exactly sneaky when stealing the keys from his pocket, you only took them so you could help him get into his apartment and not have your boyfriend snap the important part of the key into the lock. Flicking through a few of them, you recognised the familiar apartment number engraved into the material and tried it, the door opening with a click.

Swiftly, Nam-gyu opened the door and stumbled into the building, you situating yourself on the couch as you could hear him stumble around his bathroom for what you didn’t doubt to be his only lifeline, you were probably second to his drug abuse, which although hurt, you since had gotten used to.

Nam-gyu sat on the bathroom sink as he’d slump against the mirror, tap running in the background so you wouldn’t have to hear him frantically scurry around for the prettily coloured pills he’s long since accustomed into his daily routine. Popping one into his mouth that fizzled and tasted awful, but he soon chewed and swallowed, while another was prompted to rest under his tongue. For a moment Nam-gyu considered taking a third but this was all he needed for now, if he started the pattern of overindulgence an overdose would soon come.

As the high settled in, his jittering soon stopped and Nam-gyu made an attempt at washing the bile from his face and hair in the sink. You’d notice the door were unlocked so of course you entered the room, receiving a small hum from Nam-gyu to confirm that he was finished with what he had to do, clearly more enthusiastic then before.

“You gonna start bitching at me or what?” That was one of the reasons why you disliked it when Nam-gyu took drugs around you, he got more bitter and mean, confident, but your silence drew out and he’d turn around, hair drenched and his tongue playing around with the pill he left under there. With a hand held up as a pause, Nam-gyu swallowed with a grimace, it seemed that the pill was too bitter even for him.

“No I wasn’t, I was just worried.” You’d respond once he paid his attention back to you, brown pupils almost black with dilation, and a small scoff came from Nam-gyu as he would give you a lopsided smile, he liked that you cared.

“I like hearing you say that, did you know?” Nam-gyu wasn’t shy to approach you as he would touch your cheek, lips curling up further as he’d let out a huff of breath that almost sounded like actual amusement. He wasn’t inherently a bad person, not entirely at least, he did love you and made you aware of that, and despite the fact that his hands were always cold you found yourself leaning into them, into him.

Nam-gyu let out a small gasp as your hands brushed against his chest and shoulders, craning his head to look at you as a soft kiss was pressed against his lips. “God…” he breathed softly as you parted from him, the hand on your cheek moving to rest into your hair instead before he would lean down and press his lips to yours in a sharper kiss.

Sharp, because of the way that he dug his fingers into your face, every time he saw you Nam-gyu wanted to rip you to shreds, sober or not. You rubbed him all in the right ways, knew what buttons to push to get what you wanted out of him, hell, one day he wouldn’t be surprised if you managed to find a way to force him to go clean for you, just the thought of it, fuck.

He’d pull himself away, your thigh had since subconsciously slotted between his which made Nam-gyu go crazy with the idea of your taste. Your feel. Your body. Everything you had to offer him was already on a silver, no, gold platter by this point, you were worth much more than just mere silver to him, you were…

Nam-gyu’s mind was too fuzzy, the drugs taking him off track as he would lean down and start kissing the column of your throat, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips as your fingers found purchase in his hair, tugging and pulling a grunt from him. That was the reason he kept his hair long, originally as a way to please the men who he whored himself out to just for some cheap drug, cheap drugs he couldn’t even dream of affording the supply he had coming in.

But now instead, it was for you, he liked feeling your fingers putting at it, much softer than other men have done, but it was still that same pain Nam-gyu needed to really get him going, his eyes widening with raw lust and adoration for you.

“Fuck babe… didn’t think you’d start lookin’ all pretty for a druggie like me,” Nam-gyu spoke with confidence, the drugs clearly having an affect on how he was currently acting, this side of him was just as enticing as the side of Nam-gyu when he was sober enough to use your name.

With a swallow you didn’t know you needed, your lips stuttered a bit with the look in his eyes, it was kind of terrifying seeing just how much lust he had for you, but the feeling of him subtly grinding against your thigh like lowly dog despite having the situation under control was making heat pool in your belly, your voice came out in a hushed response, “when has that ever changed?”

Nam-gyu hummed, sliding the hand gripping your jaw away from a moment to rub his own, teasing you of course, but he was definitely trying to work out some kind of answer for you, “there was that one time at the bar where you got too carried away with the drinks and-.”

Just before he could finish retelling probably the most embarrassing story of your clubbing experiences, your lips caught his words, eyes full of malice even as Nam-gyu slipped his hand against your ass, squeezing roughly enough to make you almost jump and curse. Nam-gyu knew he was shameless, but when it came to you, it was like a whole new level.

Clothes scattered and the memories of Nam-gyu’s suffrage set aside, it didn’t take long for the two of you to end up in the comfort of his messy bedroom and in the sheets, Nam-gyu had one hand pumping his lubed up middle and ring finger into the tight rim of your ass, the lube helping him situate his digits right up to the knuckle as they curled and pressed all of the right spots inside of your body.

His other hand was occupied with keeping your thighs apart, putting you on full view as Nam-gyu hovered over you, hair falling over his shoulders like a curtain, dilated pupils transfixed on every twitch and moan that passed from your lips. His lips quirked up in a smirk as you’d let out a particularly loud moan, the man mimicking in the same nasty behaviour he’d always do, but it was more-so out of endearment than malice, he loved how you sound wrapped around his fingers.

“Come on, keep squeezing me like that and I won’t even be able to loosen you up properly,” he’d warn with a mischievous glint in his eyes, circling your entrance with a third finger before it slotted in alongside the others, joining them in thrusting inside of your body as Nam-gyu spread them inside of you.

“Sh-shut up,” of course you had attempted to quip back, eye twitching with a leg kicking out to his thigh. Nam-gyu prompted to catch it with the hand that was once on your knee, gripping your ankle as he would yank you a little closer to himself, tutting as if you were misbehaving. He never really was the most stoic type in bed, Nam-gyu liked to tease and see you squirm so this was a welcome experience to him.

His fingernails dug just slightly into your ankle, causing you to wince and attempt to pull back, of course Nam-gyu wasn’t budging, hell his grip only got tighter when you tried to back away, fingers pumping faster. Slowly, he’d pull them out, admiring the mess he’s made of you while Nam-gyu would pay attention to himself, a piercing nestling just under his slit and glimmering in the intimate lighting of the room.

“I need you to breathe in slowly…” Nam-gyu murmured while slotting himself into you, he knows when to communicate which was a good thing, but the burn was pleasant and the feeling of being stuffed to the brim was beyond amazing. Your ass was like nothing Nam-gyu felt before despite the countless times you have both done it, that was one of the reasons as to why he would never be able to get bored of you, you were just so addictive.

A long groan, and then a thrust, followed by another, until Nam-gyu couldn’t keep up the gentle act and started to simply fuck into you, the drugs and pleasure of sex numbing his mind while both hands were fixed on your thighs and holding your knees to your chest, plowing into your body. The cock piercing only made it feel better, nudging and grinding deliciously against your walls as the slick slide of lube sounded itself with every thrust of his length into you.

One of his hands raised up temporarily to come strike back down on your ass, leaving a deep shade of red under its wake as your nerves tingled alight, pain jostling itself up your spine and into your chest where you felt the warmth already gathered there turn into a small flame of pleasure. That was followed by another strike, and another, until the point where you swore that if Nam-gyu kept up the pace you’d have broke right under him, sobs and moans escaping from your lips.

As tears pooled from your eyes Nam-gyu gave you a pout, mocking sympathy while his hips only went to drive faster and deeper into you. His head leant back, your hands going up to support yourself on his shoulders while Nam-gyu went back to keeping both of your knees pressed tightly to your chest, making it slightly more difficult to breathe alongside the binder you opted to keep on while Nam-gyu kept himself bare to you in the intimate dance you both were performing.

Nam-gyu however couldn’t bare to not look at you for long, forcing his attention back onto the pretty boy he had spent the last year or so chasing after, internally praying that Thanos wouldn’t suddenly decide he’d want you for himself and take you away, but for now you were all his, the one he wanted to see crying tears over him and only him.

“Stupid whore, can’t help but spread your legs for me even after that pathetic display I put on in the bathroom at work, I bet you got off to that didn’t you? Fucking creep,” Nam-gyu cursed, obviously he didn’t actually believe that you’d find a man covered in his own excrement would’ve been arousing, but there was something attractive about his words, maybe it was the way he degraded you, or attempted to make you out into some kind of pervert who couldn’t even dare keep it in his pants, but either way it was attractive.

“I didn’t I swear-,” The protest died on your lips with Nam-gyu reaching up to choke you, fingers making you start seeing white until he released you again, a gasp of air rushing into your lungs that you didn’t even know you were so desperately fighting for, Nam-gyu laughed at the look on your expression, the way you seemed to fear him just as much as you wanted him.

He wanted to see more, get a taste of the fear he was bringing from you, and so Nam-gyu leant down to capture your lips in his. Unlike the kiss shared in the bathroom, this one was full of teeth and much sloppier, making out as if neither of you had experienced doing so before, chasing the high that was just out of reach.

“Fuck keep lookin’ at me like that babe and I might lose it…” The man murmured, his mind filling with images of you underneath him, a sharp blade in his hand carving into your skin, giving you a mark that wouldn’t fade like the various hickeys Nam-gyu graciously gifted you, hell he bet you’d enjoy it, you’d take anything and everything from him if he so wanted you to.

So just as he was about to ride out his high Nam-gyu stilled his hips, biting his lower lip to hopefully brace himself and stop himself from cumming into you right then and there. You were just as close as he was so a whine escaped your lips, overstimulation settling in as your hips squirmed in hope that it would allow you some more friction.

“Fuck I’m g’nna.. g’nna fill you up yeah? Breed you nice and good…” Nam-gyu rolled his shoulders and panted, hoping to draw out what you both were making out of this session as best as he could, so instead of the deep powerful thrusts he were doing before Nam-gyu slowed his pace down, hips barely drawing back before he would start plunging into you slowly, the tip peaking out and sinking back into your tight warmth.

A snort almost escaped your lips, eyes rolling at his words since there was something quite silly about how he acted, but seeing just how passionate he seemed made your face flush a little, his eyes not moving off you once.

“Y-you sound like Thanos,” you said to hopefully rile Nam-gyu up, which it one-hundred percent did, his eyes narrowing as the gentle sex turned into brutal fucking once more. He didn’t like that even right now Thanos was on your mind, that was the original reason as to why you visited the club so frequently, he never before entertained the idea that you’d fall into his arms instead but you did, so knowing you still remembered why you were there originally in the first place pissed him off, and brought out the possessive feelings even more.

Nam-gyu fell silent, he wanted to remind you of who you belonged to when he was pounding you into the sheets, he wanted you to forget all about who Thanos was, his stupid best friend, one he was grateful for in a way for bringing the both of you to meet, but one he also hated for originally capturing your attention instead of him.

“Shut the hell up about him, I don’t want to hear shit about Thanos while I’m fucking you,” Nam-gyu ordered shamelessly, that high twisting further into the pit of his stomach before Nam-gyu rode it out, painting your insides pearly white as you’d feel yourself cumming around his cock, squeezing and milking him for all he was worth.

The two of you sat there in your post-climatic haze, Nam-gyu closing his eyes while your hand tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, fuck did he love you, even though you got on his nerves he still loved every fibre of your being. Nam-gyu leant down for a soft kiss and rested his forehead against yours, sweat clinging to his skin but he was too blissed out of his mind and high to even care.

“Let’s stay like this for a little longer.”

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fiendishfinesse · 15 days ago

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Fun scattered headcanons because it has risen up on the dash:

Yes, Raphael sucks in bed most of the time because he’s a selfish lover, focused on his own pleasure. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t know how to please. For fuck’s sake, he’s centuries old. He’s had more than enough experience to know his way around wooing and pleasing people. Haarlep gets the short end of the stick, being his live fleshlight and all. lol

He mentions in-game things like quivering belly buttons, yadda yadda, his quotes related to teasing and sex imply he does have sex outside of Haarlep. But I’m guessing his standards are high as hell, and he mostly gets off by making someone afraid and horny about him at the same time.

Yes, it’s implied (if you want to squint and read it that way) that he SA'd Hope. So..… what? Torture and physical punishment are okay, but rape is above devils?! They would never! /s

Being an evil, pathetic bastard is what attracts me and many of his fans in the first place. Some people enjoy horror, twisted/toxic relationship dynamics, their villains actually despicable, and it is okay if it’s not your cup of tea. No, that doesn’t make me or them r*pists, let alone supporters of it in real life.

Yes, he will resort to that method if he’s obsessed with someone, and they just won’t relent.

His home makes it very clear how cruel, delusional and narcissistic he is. Most of his sexual pleasure likely derives from inflicting pain.

Child-raph was raised by one of the most evil entities in D&D, with a false sense of self and lack of concepts like morality, love and empathy. A self which inherits the bonds of narcissism from the narcissistic parent.

Lack of parental warmth and validation can lead to a lack of self-esteem and a need to seek external validation.Authoritarian or abusive parenting can result in feelings of inadequacy and the development of narcissistic defenses to cope with the pain. The psychological aspect of villains and the 'whys' behind their actions are some of the things that interest me most.

Can he feel love? Likely not. Not ''our way'', at least.

His home also makes it clear that everyone hates him—except for Korrilla, the only one who won’t trash-talk him or be convinced to switch sides.

Leaning into that: no, I do not believe Haarlep and Raphael share some sort of romantic bond. Raphael sees Haarlep as a toy, his little pet, and is probably an extremely annoying master to live with day-to-day. No wonder Haarlep gives him away in a flash. And after we win, during the final party, Haarlep’s letter mentions how happy everyone is about Raphael’s demise.

With that, I also assume he’s highly disliked by his peers as well. Not a surprise at all.

I, myself, don’t ship him with anyone either, he’s free real estate. Whore the man out, I say.

“But Lyco!! Sometimes you write him differently than that!” Yes, I do. Check this post here.

I adapt him as canonically as possible to make a shared-writing narrative work, and, most importantly, to make it fun to write and read. I delve into his psychology, tempt his mortal side, show his devil side, throw him into different scenarios, play with the empty gaps in his narrative (its a damn npc) using my own ideas, study his surroundings and adapt (especially to my rp partner).

Which means that if I feel a certain type of Raphael would work better (and be more fun!) with you and/or your character, I’ll go with it. I can even slide into an alternative universe. As a matter of fact, I don’t even mind incorporating your headcanons into the thread instead of mine. I like variation, I like exciting and/or twisted dynamics, I like people’s ideas—and sometimes, to make that happen, I need to squeeze him a little. If you have an idea in mind, like a pre-established relationship, do tell me! I might enjoy it and play into it. (I mean, my little friend is the biggest raphael-haarlep ship supporter I know, and I’ll happily play with that, it’s fun, sexy and adorable.)

I'm flexible as fuck, just happy to be here and writing, and, more importantly, I don't shit on anyone's thoughts (or even self-indulgent headcanons) that make them happy about a goddamn >fictional villain< from a rpg game

#tw noncon #cw noncon #mad posting yes #raphael headcanons — [ devil's little secrets ]

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fandoms-x-reader · 1 year ago

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Teenage!MC with ADHD

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Summary: The brothers and side characters reaction to a teenage MC who had ADHD. The Demon Brothers and Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon. Platonic/Sibling Relationship A/N: Please forgive me if this isn't completely accurate. I don't personally know anyone with ADHD and I know there are different types but I did my best!

Lucifer struggled a bit with your ADHD at first. But it was only because he had a hard time getting you to focus on your tasks.

He would ask you to do something at school or chores around the house, and he would notice that you always had a hard time completing them.

You would either completely forget the fact that he had asked you to do it, or you would get distracted in the middle of it and the task would remain undone.

Lucifer didn't know that you had ADHD and he was having a particularly bad day. He snapped the slightest bit at you when he noticed that you had once again forgotten to do something he asked.

You apologized and explained that you weren’t doing it on purpose and as soon as you told Lucifer that you had ADHD he understood that this was something beyond your complete control.

He felt bad for snapping at you and went easier on you from then on, simply asking you again or reminding you if he wanted you to get something done.

And, he made sure that Diavolo knew about your ADHD so that he didn’t end up in the same confused state Lucifer had been in.

He sees you as family just like he sees his little brothers and he would never think negatively of you having ADHD.

Mammon exhibits signs of ADHD himself so you and him probably have a lot in common.

He’ll constantly interrupt others and is always on the move. He can never sit still and is easily distracted. He’s the whole package.

Honestly, when it comes to the House of Lamentation the others make small bets to see which of you was going interrupt the other one first.

Mammon doesn’t really notice that you had ADHD and even if you told him that you had it, he wouldn’t understand what you were talking about. Do all teenagers talk in abbreviations?

When you explain what it is, Mammon does admit that it has some similarities to his own personality. But, he didn’t care at all.

If you and he acted the same way then even better! You should consider yourself lucky that the Great Mammon and you have similarities.

In all actuality though, you’d probably have a better grasp of things than Mammon and he ends up learning tricks from you on how to control his impulsive behavior and manage his restlessness.

Mammon is really grateful to have you.

Levi had a tendency to excessively talk when it came to something that he cared about.

Though he rarely had the opportunity where someone would actually listen to what he had to say.

When he realized that you also rambled on Levi was excited to have someone else in the House of Lamentation that was like him.

If you took an interest in the things that he liked, he would love having conversations with you.

Those conversations would be long and full of interesting points of view but they left you both feeling heard on your opinions.

Levi had a bit of trouble playing games with you because you got easily bored and liked switching between games.

He didn’t mind changing games as long as you least let him get to the save point first.

He’s one of the brothers that would handle your ADHD well.

Satan didn’t quite understand why he was having such a hard time getting you to focus on your schoolwork at first.

He had been tasked with making sure you stayed on top of your studies but whenever the two of you sat down to study, you would either zone or just get completely distracted by something else.

The first time it happened, Satan thought that you were just particularly tired that day. But, when it kept happening, Satan realized it was more than being tired.

He did some research on his own and when he believed he had found the diagnosis he asked you if you had ADHD.

When you told him that you did have ADHD, he felt a sense of accomplishment that he had found the answer.

He’ll continue to do more and more research to try and find a way to help you focus.

By the end of it all, he knows more about ADHD than you do.

And he’s always trying to give you tips and tricks on help to manage it.

He wasn’t trying to be annoying. He was just trying to help.

Asmo was trying really hard to bond with you. But, he was having a hard time, because it seemed like every time the two of you were talking you completely ignored him.

You either looked like you were in a different world or your attention was on something that was completely unimportant.

Asmo thought that you didn’t like him or that you thought he was boring and his feelings were genuinely a bit hurt.

He just wanted to bond with you like his brothers had.

When you explained that it wasn’t him but your ADHD he felt relieved and when you told him what having ADHD was like he felt like you shouldn’t have to apologize for it.

Asmo doesn’t want anyone else misinterpreting you so he’ll take photos or short videos and post them to social media - with your permission, of course - to help spread awareness.

Now that he knows what it is, Asmo finds your ADHD adorable. Humans can have the funniest quirks sometimes.

Beel may not fully grasp the concept of ADHD, but he knows that it’s a part of you, and because of that, he finds it precious.

He loves it whenever he sees a symptom of your ADHD.

If you were zoning out, he would make sure you were doing it somewhere safe.

After all, he had a lot of practice with people zoning out thanks to Belphie.

If you were feeling restless, Beel would make sure to go with you wherever you wanted to go or do whatever you wanted to do.

He knew demons didn’t know what ADHD was but he dared someone to try and make fun of you for having it.

He would be so quick to defend you. He won’t let anyone try to make you feel bad for something that you can’t control.

And he made sure that you knew that if you ever needed anything to come to him. You were part of his family now.

When Belphie first found out that you had ADHD, he thought that you were just messing with him.

He was sleeping on the couch next to you and you had constantly been moving, shaking the couch a bit.

Belphie thought that you were just trying to prevent him from sleeping as a joke.

But when he asked you to stop he noticed how uncomfortable you looked just sitting completely still.

He asked if something was wrong and you told him it was hard for you to sit still because of your ADHD.

He had a blank expression on his face, not understanding what you had said to him so you went further into your explanation.

Belphie understood by the end of it and allowed you to continue moving if you needed to. He was the Avatar of Sloth and he could fall asleep anywhere under any circumstances.

He found it funny when you would space out and just stare at nothing in particular.

It reminded him of himself before he passed out.

But you didn’t seem to have the same tendency he had to just fall asleep after daydreaming.

Lucifer had been the one to tell Diavolo about your ADHD and as much as he hated to admit it, he had to do some research to understand what exactly it was.

Once he understood it though, Diavolo did everything he could to ensure you would be comfortable down here in the Devildom.

He made sure that your workload wasn’t too much because he didn’t want to overwhelm you and he knew that you would have a hard time completing large amounts of work.

With how busy he was, Diavolo didn’t get much of a chance to see your ADHD in action. But when you came over for the retreat at the castle, Diavolo noticed all of the traits that Lucifer had told him about.

He couldn’t help but be curious about your symptoms. He paid close attention and made sure to incorporate what he had learned into your future days in the Devildom.

It was his job as the future King of the Devildom to ensure that everyone enjoyed their time in his kingdom and you were no exception.

Barbatos, like Lucifer, struggled with your ADHD at first. He was a very punctual demon so when he noticed you consistently showing up late or not completing your tasks, he was slightly irritated.

He thought you were just being a typical teenager and neglecting your tasks because you simply didn’t feel like doing them.

Lucifer was also the one who told Barbatos that you had ADHD and what all that entailed.

Barbatos was determined to help you get some sense of order in your life.

He knew that you couldn’t always control when you got distracted and that you had a hard time focusing.

But, he was hoping that he would be able to help you - at least enough to stay on top of your school work.

Barbatos would reward you when you managed to stay on track, feeling proud as if he had raised you himself.

He doesn’t mind your other symptoms at all. He believed they were all things that helped make you unique. Things that everyone in the Devildom had come to admire.

The first time Simeon had watched you zone out, he thought that there was something wrong with you.

He wasn’t sure if someone had placed a curse on you or if you were having a human problem - a stroke maybe? Either way, he was panicking.

He immediately started calling for Lucifer and his worried voice pulled out of your thoughts. “Simeon, what’s wrong?” you asked him and he had never breathed such a big sigh of relief.

He told you that he thought there had been something wrong with you and it made you laugh.

You assured him that you were okay and explained your ADHD.

Simeon was much better prepared the next time it happened and he did not freak out.

He did find it interesting that humans could have something like ADHD. The human species was a strange one.

Simeon likes it when you explain your symptoms to him. He loves learning about humans from you and if you ever need any help from him, he won’t hesitate.

Solomon immediately knew the signs of ADHD. He had known many people in the human world who had it as well.

So he wasn’t panicked or confused when you would zone out or fidget. And he was incredibly patient when it came to you accidentally talking over him or rambling on.

He knew how to react to people with ADHD and it was comforting to talk to him because of how good he was with you.

You and Solomon ended up getting along pretty well because of this.

You were lucky that he had been chosen as the other human exchange student because you weren’t sure how long you would have survived down here without him.

Solomon enjoyed your presence a lot because he thought of you like a little sibling and couldn’t help but find it adorable when one of your ADHD symptoms would present itself.

He definitely will try to give you charms that he created to keep with you at school to try and help improve your focus.

He didn’t want to think about the demon brothers’ reactions if you started failing your classes. Especially Lucifer and Satan.

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s1llysmut · 1 year ago

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Can we get Velvette for the nsfw alphabet?

NSFW alphabet for Velvette

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Honestly she immediately passes out. It’s really cute when you lay beside her though because she subconsciously cuddles into you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favourite body part on herself is her hair if that counts. She loves expressing herself with it. On you her favourite body part is your ass, no matter your gender.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She’s a squirter.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She doesn’t really have any secrets from you. Well maybe the fact she’s designing lingerie specifically for you as a surprise.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She knows a thing or two. She knows the basics. Besides, if she ever needs advice she just asks Valentino.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She rides you. Or if you’re the one getting fucked it’s from behind.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s a little goofy. More so attitude than silliness.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s the same colour/s as her hair. She doesn’t shave but she keeps it trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not very romantic. She’s more kinky with sex than romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She uses all sorts of toys. She gets free ones from Valentino all the time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She likes being tied up and also tying you up. She likes being put in her place but also putting you in your place. She’s sadistic but also a masochist. She’s a switch if you couldn’t tell.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere she wants. She’s a lady who gets what she wants.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you’re in clothes that look really good on you. She’s a woman with fashion.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She won’t involve anyone else in the bedroom. She’s way too protective of you for that shit.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She prefers receiving. She loves to ride your face and tug at your hair.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She has a need for speed.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’s a busy woman of course there’s gonna be quickies sometimes!

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes she’s game to take risks. Anything she finds interesting at least.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Around 3 or 4 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has tons of toys from Valentino. She uses them on herself and you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A LOT of teasing. She’s a brat.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s loud like really loud. She’s got nothing to be ashamed of in her opinion.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She will make you taste your own cum.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Small tits and a medium sized ass.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Every few days.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Immediately. Literally immediately.

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mellowyellowdaydream · 5 months ago

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Mixtapes-

AN: Hi! This is my first fic since I’ve returned to writing, so please be kind. Feedback is always appreciated! Also if anyone wants help explain making links or has a source where I can learn lemme know please! Also I wanted it to be more period accurate to the era that is the 2000’s because I personally love that era for the fashion, music, pop culture! So yeah!

Word count: 9.2K

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader insert.

Rating: Mature themes so mature audiences only. 18+ enter at own risk.

Themes: slow burn???, friends to lovers trope, two knuckle heads being knuckle heads, mutual pining, eventual smut, fluff, time jumps(sorry not sorry) maybe some out of character Dean? Lots of boob talk cause I too love boobies. <3 sorry not sorry <3

Summary: Y/N loves making mixtapes, but what happens when the one she doesn’t want to disappear is the one that went missing. And what happens when she confronts the one who took it.

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Mixtape, a way to show one’s love to another through music. At least that what pop culture leads you to believe. Especially in 1996, except they started moving over to mixtapes on CD.

Y/N and Dean share of love for music, now it may be different bands and genres but the love is still the same. Y/N constantly teases Dean about his “vintage” taste when it comes to his music though, so she has taken it upon herself to introduce new eras and bands into his repertoire.

Now she did make sure she included songs he would recognize, whether it be from the radio or from when she showed them to him from her own stereo. She would obviously include Metallica, usually as the first song on the tape just to help cover for him incase John grabbed it, but she did make sure it wasn’t one he would normally listen to so he would switch tapes.

Y/N would almost always include one song that would make Dean uncomfortable, whether that be Closer by NIN or Change in the House by Deftones. Cause she knew those two weren’t just casual listening songs, those were ‘lets get down to business and fuck’ songs. But she also knew Dean and her would never cross that line.

Ever.

He saw her as nothing more than a friend, at least that’s what she thought. She didn’t know that anytime one of those two songs would come on he would start to squirm in his seat cause he started to think about what it would be like to cross that line. He thought about what it would be like to have her underneath him while they listened to those songs together.

Now Sam always thought it was hilarious how he would adjust in the drivers seat and try to turn the music down, so he could push those dirty, dirty thoughts from his head. But seeing as how his younger brother liked to be a little shit he’d turn it back up and compliment Dean on his music taste and tease him about where he got this tape from.

Which Dean would grumble he got it from Y/N/N, and say something about her trying to broaden his music taste. Which then would make Sam hide a small smile and snicker quietly.

“So you let her change up your music, but I can’t even change the tape every once in a while?” Sam would tease.

“Driver picks the music, passenger shuts his cake hole.” Dean would reply without taking his eyes off the road, but if he did he would see Sam mouthing the well known saying along with him.

“So you would say it’s getting pretty serious between you two? Hmm?” Sam teases, obviously loving the reactions he could make Dean have with just barely mentioning the mutual pining you two do.

“Sammy, once again she’s just a friend. Always has been, always will be. When will you learn that?” Dean replied way too quickly.

“Sure Dean. Whatever you need to tell yourself. But if I were you, I’d listen to the music she’s showing you. I think there’s some, uhh, deeper meanings.” Sam mumbled, resting his head against the window. Slowly closing his eyes as the song changed to a more mellow Led Zeppelin tune.

Dean just grumbled and kept driving. Knowing he would need to call you soon about the case they were working on, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to work up the nerve to actually ask you what Sam meant. So he pushed those intimate thoughts down and away. Maybe he’ll ask you one day. Just not now, while everything is so complicated. Maybe many, many years down the line he’ll work up that courage.

But for now he’s more than happy just bring your friend, because that means he gets to keep you in his life and keep you safe.

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Time jump to 2007

“Time to hit the road you two! Let’s go!” Dean bellowed out into Bobby’s living area knowing Sam and Y/N would hear.

“Fine! But I get shotgun!” Y/N responded before Sam could, so when their eyes met she gave him a shit eating grin while he looked at her like ‘why the fuck do I have to be in the back? You’re smaller!’ She just shrugged, zipped up her duffle, grabbed her bags and went out to throw them in the trunk of Baby, finding Dean waiting for them so he could have the trunk set up how he wanted it.

“Sam not too happy about the shotgun situation huh?” Dean asked while a smirk softly rose on his face.

“Who would have thought? The tallest person would be mad about being in the backseat. Shocker!” Y/N quipped.

Dean just shook his head and laughed while he looked down making his hands look busy while Sam took his sweet time to join them.

“He’s probably getting an earful from Dad, should we go save him?” Y/N asked looking over to the porch waiting for it to swing open.

“Nah, he’ll be fine. Bobby knows we will take good care of you and not let you into too much of the action. Shit, I had to promise I wouldn’t let you too far out of my sight or else he was gonna fight me.” Dean answered.

Y/N looked at Dean knowing Bobby had to probably fight the urge to slam him against the wall while Dean made promises about her safety thus making a small snort come out of her nose.

“Well I mean what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” Y/N responded shooting Dean a wink then looked down to fiddle with a zipper on one of the bags he’s been fussing over.

What she didn’t notice is the effect that answer had on Dean. He stiffened because his mind went immediately to the gutter. Cause he would love to do so many filthy things to her but would hate for her father to ever find out because it would be his ass mounted on the wall above Bobby’s doorway. But he couldn’t help it when she came out wearing a skin tight crop top that showed off her breasts like the work of art they were. Not to mention the small bit of tummy that peaked over the waist of her jeans cause no matter how hard she tried to hide her “chubby body”(her words not Deans) it would always find a way to pop out of its confines cause it too knew it shouldn’t be hidden. It should be appreciated and worshipped, cause who didn’t love a little extra padding for when it came down to being intimate it gave something to hold onto and extra area to smother in kisses.

While he was distracted with his dirty thoughts that’s when she noticed a small corner of something poking out of a side pocket, a small rectangular object that anyone who loved music would recognize.

A cassette.

But not any old cassette, one of the ones she made for him. At least that’s what she thinks it is, seeing as how it wasn’t in his special box up front with the rest of the tapes. And she knew he didn’t keep a lot of the ones she gave him up front in fear of John finding them or Sam teasing him about the tapes.

Just as she was about to ask Dean about it Sam came slamming out of the house. With Dean distracted with teasing Sam for taking his sweet time inside, Y/N slowly grabbed the tape without anyone noticing, slipped by the boys loading up Sam’s things and slid into the front seat of Baby.

She looked down at the well loved cassette. Most of the ink was rubbed off, so it was almost unidentifiable. But you could still see the remnants of her writing mixtape numba 69 ;)

‘Oh.my.god. How did he get this one!?’ Y/N thought while blushing furiously at her lap, she thought that she lost or misplaced this one in her bedroom. Thinking maybe it slipped under her bed at some point.

She was so wrapped up in her head and thoughts she almost didn't hear the boys climbing into the car. She quickly shoved the tape between her thighs and hoped neither of them picked up on her being flustered.

“Alright, next stop New Mexico. No stops unless gas or food. Got it?” Dean asked turning the ignition bringing Baby to life.

‘Yep’ and ‘Got it’ were mumbled out by the two passengers.

‘Alright.’ Dean chided and turned the radio up on Led Zeppelin's IV as the all settled into the music and ride.

Y/N was able to drift back into her head and wonder how he got his hands on this tape and when did he get his hands on this tape. Which that lead into her figuring out how she was gonna ask him those questions. She subconsciously would gnaw at her lips in thought, most of the time until there was a crack and raw or it was bleeding. She was so oblivious and lost in thought that she wouldn’t notice anytime Dean would glance at her and shift his gaze from her mouth to her eyes, and continue that route a couple times before glancing back to the road, analyzing her concerned face and making him curious about why she was stuck in thought. ‘Maybe bringing her with us wasn’t a good idea, what if she’s too in her head to focus on our task?’ Dean thought.

Sam wasn’t oblivious to his brothers actions though. He took notice and would probably comment on it if he knew it wouldn’t sour the mood for this hunt.

Sam wanted to make sure he came off as supportive to these two as much as he could because he saw the happiness each brought to the other, and he wanted to make sure if he could help it to not put any negativity into their first hunting trip as a team of three cause he knew it could make or break this whole working relationship. And he hates to admit it but he needs Y/N just as much as Dean does, because her lore knowledge and researching would put his to shame. (Which honestly he loves having that older sister role model to compete with when it came to the research and lore. ‘Because if you make it fun, you make it go faster!’ Y/N would say this encouraging the scholar that Sam is. And thus making him not hate to admit to anything.)

They passed through many counties, and one almost two states, before pulling off for gas and some snacks. But made quick work of getting back on the road so they could make it to New Mexico somewhat early tomorrow if they pushed through the night to drive one more state before they could say they made it safely. Y/N let Sam swap for the front so he could stretch his legs better and she could curl up in the back and rest incase Dean wanted to switch at all.

Y/N awoke when Baby slowed down on the side of the road.

“What’s wrong? We there?” She quickly spit out while brushing her hair out of her face, realizing she fell asleep for a few hours. Sam just grumbled and snuggled into his sweatshirt more.

“I need to stretch my legs, my balls are about to go numb.” Dean answered opening the door.

Y/N realized that they had made it to New Mexico but we’re exactly there yet. She also saw the opportunity for her to ask those questions to Dean knowing Sam was sleeping in the car and wouldn’t interrupt. So she crawled to the drivers side passenger door and climbed out once she clicked it open. Which startled Dean who was looking up at the night sky and stars.

Y/N mumbled a sorry while Dean reassured her it was ok. She leaned on the trunk of Baby pulling the flannel closer to her body to keep the warmth in if a breeze came by, while Dean paced infront of her kicking the dirt a bit with his boots.

“How much longer til we’re there? I’m sure you and Sasquatch could use a good lie down.” Y/N said.

“Well we gotta stop one more time for gas soon, but otherwise I don’t see why we wouldn’t be there by 10am. Which we could find a motel, check in, clean up and then start getting research for the-“ Dean said but stopping to make her say what they were hunting again.

“Ghost? You were confused about a ghost?” Y/N asked, looking up at him with the ‘what the hell’ face and raised eyebrows.

“Yeah that. I couldn’t remember if it was that or vampires.” Dean replied.

“They are nothing similar. How did you get those two mixed up?” Y/N teased putting her hands on her waist, exposing her skin tight baby tee that hugged her boobs to perfection. Dean sputtered but couldn’t come up with an excuse and trying to not make it obvious he liked what the shirt was doing for her body. And seeing that little sliver of tummy peaking out just above her high waisted jeans definitely didn’t help whatsoever.

“Can I ask you something Dean?” Y/N interrupted his thoughts, making him shake his head.

Oh no. I’ve been caught checking out my best friend and now she’s gonna fucking hate my guts! Dean thought.

“A question, can I ask you one?” Y/N repeated.

“Uh, sure?” He responded but unsure of what to expect next from Y/N.

“Where and when did you get this?” Y/N asked as she slid the cassette tape out of her the big front pocket on her pants(think more cargo/jnco jeans none of this skinny Jean shit).

Deans eyes widened and he tried to grab the tape from her, but her reaction was far quicker and she pulled it away and held it up over her shoulder while quirking her left eyebrow at him.

“Come on sweetheart, you know that’s one of the ones you gave me way back when.” Dean answered trying to play it off as one of her normal mixtapes.

“No it’s not. This is the one I lost. In my room. 10 years ago. Now how did you end up with it? Hmmm?” Y/N asked again, squinting her eyes at him to try and intimidate him. Which ended up doing the opposite because Dean thought the face was quite cute and had to hold back his smile.

“I have no idea. I honestly thought it was one of the ones you made for me. Let me see it.” He answered reaching for it and snatching from her hands.

“Hey!” She shouted trying to fight him over it and trying but failing to climb up his body to retrieve it from his outstretched arm.

You two were too busy bickering and playing keep away to notice that Sam had half climbed out of the car and was waiting for you fools to finish.

“Can we finish the drive?” Sam said, throwing his voice so you two would stop.

You two stopped, frozen in a weird position. Somehow you had ended up on Dean’s back like a back pack with your arm outstretched to try and reach the tape from Dean’s right hand. But his left hand was down and around your back/waist so you wouldn’t fall. He slowly turned towards the interrupter while you both looked like a deer in head lights sharing the same surprise.

“Uh yeah.” Dean said, you climbing down and readjusting your shirt and flannel while he cleared his throat and held the cassette between both of his hands.

Y/N climbed back into the back seat, her cheeks flaming with some embarrassment but also because she couldn’t stop thinking about how close she was pressed to Dean. And how even though they were stupidly fighting over a cassette he still made sure she wouldn’t fall on her ass while on his back. Thus spurring her into more of a flush because of how stupidly sweet the gesture was.

Once the boys were loaded back in she caught Dean’s eye in the rear view and he had a caught flush still on his cheeks and ears. So she sent him a wink and the I’m watching you hand movements to let him know they weren’t yet done with that discussion.

“You gonna put that cassette in or are you just gonna keep fiddling with it?” Sam asked Dean. Making Y/N shoot forward to lean her arms on the back rest of the front seat so she could be included in the discussion.

“Yeah Dean. Put it in. I’m sure your brother would love to hear that mixtape.” Y/N added, wishing she could add ‘that I made specifically for when I could fuck you in the back seat here and I drunkinly told you about 10 years ago!’ Sam shot her a look with a small smile tugging at the corner on his mouth.

“Nah, I’ll save that one for later. Let’s just put in this one.” Dean responded after fishing around in the cubby on the door for his Metallica Ride the Lightning cassette but also trying to hide the mixtape deep within the cubby so she wouldn’t ask him about it again. And ignored the other two trying to egg him on.

He cranked the radio as he pulled back on the the small highway and drove on. And they drove none of them opening their mouths about what happened outside or why this mixtape was so damn important.

The sun was about to be up right as the pulled into the gas station two hours from their destination. Sam climbed out to go to the bathroom and grab snacks while Dean made quick work getting gas into Baby. Y/N climbed out on the drivers side, stretching her body and letting out a small moan to see how she could make Dean uncomfortable with that sound. Her shirt rising to just below her bra almost popping up over it exposing them. (She knew of his love of woman and their bodies so she would let him ogle cause that meant if she could get his attention then maybe just maybe he might feel the same, right?)

Which the reaction she got was exactly what she wanted, him shifting himself and coughing to cover up the fact the he did ogle and check her out. And he didn’t mind one but what he saw. He actually loved her body, though would never admit it to her. That would be crossing the line and he wouldn’t do that, would he?

“I gotta pee but I want shotgun once I’m back.” Y/N said, shutting the door and walking to where the bathrooms were on the small building in the middle of nowhere.

‘Shit. She’s gonna wanna talk about the tape, and now they are both awake and he’s gonna have input too. Great. Just great.’ Dean thought.

Sam wandered out and Dean told him Y/N’s request to sit upfront. Which Sam was more than happy to oblige if it meant these two would finally talk about that tape or “fight” they had earlier. So Sam climbed into the back and waited for the rest of the team to join until they could hit the road and disperse the snacks amongst them.

As the clock hit 10:23 they rolled into a small motel in a somewhat small town in northwest New Mexico. Y/N hoped that there was either more than one room or a room with two queens and a sofa.

Dean parked and turned off Baby, turned around towards his brother to shoot him a look to make him get out and get rooms for the three of them so that maybe Dean and Y/N could have alone time really quick.

Sam huffed and climbed out. Rolling his eyes as he went into the small reception area of the even smaller, run down vintage motel.

“Looks like it hasn’t been updated in a few decades. Let’s hope they have a good cleaning crew.” Y/N joked looked out eyeing the small building, bits of the stucco crumbling away from the frame work on portions of the motel. She could see a visible line on the building from where they either gave up painting the building or ran out of paint and didn’t want to go back to get more paint to finish.

“Well it’s home until we find the bones, salt and burn them. So let’s hope you and Sam can figure out who we need to talk to or where we need to go.” Dean said in response. Y/N finally looking at him. Still waiting for Sam to come back.

“Dean, we still haven’t finished that conversation we started earlier. I wanna know how you ended up with that tape.” Y/N said, hoping he won’t put up too much of a fight so they can finally ease whatever this tension is between them.

“Y/N look I-“ Dean started but was interrupted by Sam opening up the door to tell them which room was theirs.

“We got one room, 103, 2 queen beds. Sorry guys, the receptionist said that half the building is falling in on itself cause of the high winds and not enough consist foot traffic to keep up with the repairs. He also-“ Sam started rambling and the two in the front seat turned and looked at him like he was crazy.

“What?” Sam asked very confused.

“Seriously Sammy?!” Y/N asked a little distraught that Dean was about to confess something but was so rudely interrupted by his little brother once again. Dean took this opportunity to exit the car and conversation so he wouldn’t have to confess his feelings.

“What did I do?” Sam asked throwing back the same attitude.

Y/N just turned around and climbed out of the car to help unload the trunk so they could settle into the room and get set up to do what they need to.

“Come on you two it’s not like I interrupted something important right?” Sam asked finally joining you two to carry his share of bags.

Y/N and Dean shot him the same look, one that read seriously dude you know what you did. Y/N’s turned into a pout as she trudged over to number 103 and waited for the two to join her.

Sam fumbled with the key, almost dropping it on to the small mat in front of the door.

“Sam take the bed closest to the bathroom, Y/N you're on whatever bedside as long as it’s between Sam and I.” Dean ordered as Sam got the door to open and they all piled through, Sam dropping his things on the bed closest to the bathroom.

“What?” Y/N asked, very confused, coming to a stop between the two beds and brothers.

“Are you trying to get me to sleep with you Dean? Hmm?” Y/N teased deciding to drop her bags right between the two beds to confuse Dean.

“Well you would be protected on both sides. It’s logic sweetheart.” Dean said, coming up with the perfect excuse like he knew they would be in this exact situation.

Sam was gonna use this distraction so while those two started arguing, he grabbed what he would need to freshen up, and slowly and quietly snuck to the bathroom. But he wanted them to know they were alone so he slowly closed the door then as he got to just about latching it, he gave a little more force so it would latch loudly. Alerting the two knuckleheads.

Which startled the shit out of Y/N, making her jump and realize what exactly happened. The water from the shower started rather loudly at this moment. Dean laughed at her reaction but then also realized and they both looked at each other and blushing heavily. Then as quick as they looked at each other they quickly looked away. Y/N once again chewing on her lip and deciding to squat down in front of her bag and fish out her lore books, note supplies and laptop.

Dean was checking out her ass as subtly as he could, making his hands busy in his duffle. Him searching for agent attire to wear for interviews. He couldn’t help but look at it honestly, Y/N should be proud of that ass, the roundness of it filling out the seat of her jeans so well it’s like they were painted on. Y/N shed her flannel then, tossing onto her pile and stood up to head to the small table with two chairs. Dean had to quickly turn himself back to his bag not realizing he watched her move across the room, his upper body turned to angle towards her.

Y/N sat down and glanced at Dean watching him pretend to be busy. He was so easy to read to her, but she did spend years breaking down his walls to let her in. Which took almost a decade, so it was not an easy feat for either of them.

“So Dean, can you answer me now or will we be interrupted again?” Y/N asked, flipping open to the info she had started collecting for this case.

“Not right now. We gotta focus sweetheart. Maybe later.” He answered coming to sit opposite of her at the table.

“Fine. But just so you know I’m holding you to that. You don’t get to just not answer me.” Y/N said point her pen at him to emphasize her point.

“Now so far we know that there’s a spirit who became upset over something or other. Came back and is now attacking its descendants?” Y/N said flipping through the papers.

“But?” Dean asked, knowing exactly what they needed.

“We need to know first of all where they are, or if there’s an item they are still attached to. And maybe we will find out why the hell they decided to come out of retirement to do this.” Y/N answered, smiling proudly at Dean. He obviously couldn’t keep his smile at bay when he say hers.

‘Fuck she’s perfect.’ Dean thought. Realizing he thought that, quickly shook his head and relaxed his face to not show any emotion or inkling of his thought on his face.

Y/N just gave him a weird look and kept digging through her papers and notes.

“Now there is one descendant we can talk to. But he’s a little hard to get a hold of apparently. So maybe you two need to go pretend to be FBI and see if he’ll talk?” Y/N suggested, hoping that maybe she could see him in that delicious black suit, even though it wasn’t tailored for him he still wore it exceptionally well.

“Probably what we were planning on doing, do you have an address or do we need to track it down? And by we I mean Sam and I. I want you to stay here Y/N. Just in case it’s not safe.” Dean said, staring her down, hoping to show her he means business.

“Seriously?!” Y/N answered, ignoring the first few questions. Obviously pissed off.

“Come on Y/N/N. Your dad just wants to keep you safe, same with me. And if I know you are here and safe then that’s one thing I don’t have to worry about.” Dean responded, hoping she understands.

“Dean. It’s a simple salt and burn. How many of these have just you and I done? This isn’t any different. Why are you being so weird all of a sudden?” Y/N asked irritation making her start to get confrontational.

“I-I… Look I care about you ok. However you want to interpret that.” Dean said, throwing the ball right into her court. Stunning Y/N speechless, her mouth slightly opening in disbelief.

“Well, I-uh.” She started but couldn’t finish. Her brain completely short circuiting on the fact the Dean Winchester ADMITTED, openly admitted his care for her.

Y/N blinked a couple times hoping it would get her brain to reboot fast enough to respond. She had to quickly look down as her blush took over her face and chest.

She was unfortunately too slow, Sam emerging from the bathroom. Steam filtering out with him.

“I hope you didn’t use all the hot water!” Dean said, quickly diverting the attention to Sam. Y/N thanked him because she knew she wouldn’t be able to give him the response she wants to in only a short while.

“No. There should be some left. What’s the plan? Cause I know we should do FBI, but having more than two agents out feels weird. Like how often have we seen three working together in the field?” Sam asked. Dean then shooting a look at Y/N, smirking.

“Fine! I’ll stay here but as soon as you know what I need to research, call me. Then pick me up so I can help dig it up.” Y/N said, throwing up her hands and slumping down in her chair. Her boobs being pushed straight into the table's edge and up into her chin, pouting.

Dean got up, hiding his ogling her and that damn cute face she pulls when she’s frustrated.

Stop. He has to remind himself, walking to his bag and grabbing his things to freshen up.

Sam just watched whatever the hell that was and just kept on doing his thing. He then walked over and took the chair Dean was just occupied.

“So, you gonna finally go for it or…?” Sam asked, gesturing between you and the closed bathroom door.

“Come on Sam. Not now.” Y/N answered.

Sam just sighed, hoping that tonight they would finally quit being idiots and just give in. A plan popped into his head, knowing exactly how to pull this off. He waited for Y/N to fill him in on what he would need for the case, giving him the address to the police station where they would find the officer who could then point them to the descendant.

He waited for Dean to finish up so they could head out. Sam decided to take this time to map out his plan to get those two together, alone. Cause he definitely does not want to be anywhere near them when they finally bump uglies.

What he thought he could do was pretend to get food poisoning from lunch(if they figured out what and where they needed to salt and burn), then those two would have to confront what they needed to.

Dean startled the pair by bursting into the room, hair still damp. He was fixing his tie as he walked out.

“We almost ready to go?” Dean asked, not like he was the one taking his sweet ass time in the bathroom.

“Just waiting on you.” Sam answered getting up from the table. Dean just scoffed in response and shrugged his jacket on.

Nice. Y/N thought, openly checking out Dean cause man did he wear the fuck out whatever he was in, whether it be casual, relaxed or dressed up. He made those clothes look like they were made to accentuated his form.

The pants hanging off of his waist to then flow down off of his perky ass, because yes it is perky, to then flow to his long legs. The jacket added to his presence, his shoulders filling it out and making the fabric stretch lightly over the muscles. God damn. Y/N just bit her lip and looked up.

Dean was making eye contact with her now because she was too busy eye fucking him. He just smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Y/N quickly looked away face burning from being caught. Sam just quietly laughed at their antics cause fucking finally. They’ve been doing this little stupid song and dance for over a decade. Neither taking the fucking chance to step in a different direction for their relationship.

“Alright sweetheart, we will see you later. I’ll cal if we find anything.” Dean said making the final pt down of phone wallet keys before they make their exit.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” Y/N said waving them off, opening up her computer.

The boys headed out while she turned it on, and choose to stare down the device instead of making eye contact with either man while they exited. She didn’t want to show how truly hurt she was she didn’t get to play special agent but she understood how it would look weird with three agents walking about.

She quickly clicked her internet open and found MySpace as well as the link she saved pertaining to this case. The former was obviously just to pass the time cause how hard is it not to get sucked into that world.

She didn’t realize how much time had passed until she heard an absurd sound coming from her pile of belongings. Luckily it’s loud enough to hear, but fuck! She walked over and quickly tried to find the smaller object before it stopped its shrill song.

She found it and held it up in success. Waving it slightly before flipping it open and pressing it to her ear.

“Hello?” Y/N asked.

“Hey sweetheart, we got the lead we needed and are gonna head over there after we grab some lunch.” Dean rushed out, the sound of a car honking behind him.

Y/N figured he was taking his sweet time crossing the street making the driver upset enough to honk at him. Which would mean he was stuck in his own little world while on the phone with her.

“Yeah? Anything I can try to find for you two while you’re out?” Y/N asked, hoping maybe she could be of assistance in some way.

“No we got it covered. It seems like a very easy cut and dry case. I’ll give you a call once I know more, ok?” Dean answered.

“Alright well I guess I’ll talk to you later.” Y/N grumbled, obviously a little upset that she was now stuck in the shitty motel room until later.

So she flopped on the bed Dean claimed and grabbed the remote from the nightstand and started pressing buttons until one of them made the ancient tv turn on. She fumbled with it until she could find something that wasn’t too fuzzy or obscure.

She fell asleep and ended up being woken up by the deadbolt clicking and the door squeaking open. She sat up, her hair hanging around her face while she tried to collect herself.

The lights flicked on as the two boys made themselves more comfortable. Sam making a quick beeline for the bathroom once he shed his jacket.

“Morning sweetheart. Sorry to wake you abruptly but it looks like it might just be you and me going to dig up ye old sanders from the counties graveyard. Sammy seems to have eaten something that didn’t quite agree with him.” Dean said pointing to the bathroom as he came and sat on the foot of the bed facing the tv, starting to unbutton his collared shirt. His duffle open enough for him to dig around for his next set of flannel and plain black tee.

Y/N finally collected herself enough before she peaked out from behind her hair, seeing the naked back on Dean making her straighten her back. Realizing if she had the balls she could reach out and touch his soft freckled back and feel his muscles react to her touch. But she didn’t because she knew she would have to change into something easier to maneuver in if she was gonna be digging up a corpse.

“Sammy hurry up! I gotta change!” Y/N bellowed as she slid herself out of the bed and to her duffle, searching through to pull out a long sleeve crop and some yoga pants. Knowing that most of her clothes matched and she could just throw the same flannel over her new outfit.

Sam came out grumbling and holding his stomach. It was almost too real to be real. Y/N squinted at him knowing he may have been faking.

A topic for another time. She thought, quickly shuffling over to the bathroom to make quick work of his exile. Not wanting to linger too long in his “stinky” bathroom either.

She came out almost falling over trying to readjust her socks so they sat properly on her toes cause nothing was worse then the chaffing of the seam on her feet when she was busy doing shit. And god forbid she had to book it out of the situation.

“Let’s get this over with.” She exclaimed grabbing her boots and flannel to head out to the impala. Wanting to get this night over with. Sam just smirked knowing his plan was working perfectly!

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With the salt and burn finished and the grave filled back in, Dean and Y/N walked back to the impala that was tucked behind some bushes so anyone off the main road wouldn’t see it and be suspicious. Dean opened the trunk, they threw the shovels inside and Dean slammed the trunk closed. They each make their way to the front doors on Baby and climb in once unlocked.

Y/N thought they were sitting quietly while they recovered from the manual labor they just had to do with only two people instead of three-'Thanks Sam, of course you have food poisoning. Not.’ Y/N thought. What Y/N didn’t know was Dean was fishing around in the cubby to find the tape he hid earlier, so he could finally air everything out. He found the one he was looking for, ejected the current one and switched it for his personal favorite. He increased the volume slightly but not enough to drown out what he was gonna say.

The opening melody of Change in the House of Flies by Deftones starts drifting through the air. Dean drove off looking for a more secluded pet of town where he and Y/N could be alone.

“Y/N I just want you to have an open mind for what I’m about to say so please just listen.” Dean rushed out.

“Okay?” Y/N responded very confused by his statement. She watched as he pulled to out of the town and found a small secluded park where he knew no one would look for them.

“Y/N I want you to understand how much we appreciate you and your help with the research and hunts. And I know we’ve had some weird spots you and I but I think the only reason we had those weird spots was cause we’re both too chicken shit to actually admit to each other how we really feel. So when you told me you had a special mixtape for if and when we actually were intimate I just had to jump on that and figure out what exactly you meant. And well Sam did mention one time I should really listen to the songs you put on these to better understand what you were trying to tell me. And well he wa–is right. Right?” Dean rambled. Y/N fidgeted with the tear in her pants by the front pocket. Her teeth playing with her bottom lip.

“Dean, I-I don’t know what to even say. I’m surprised you even remember me telling you that, we were three sheets to the wind off of a few beers. But Sam was right, ya know? I picked specific songs that I would love to fuck to and maybe thought you would enjoy them as well? But I didn’t know you felt the same way as I did so I only made that tape for myself. So I’m assuming you saw it on my desk after I fell asleep and you snuck out of my room? Hmm?” Y/N asked, shifting her body so they were facing one another on the bench seat. Y/N she’s her flannel leaving her in a similar crop top to earlier but this time it was a deep red. She looked so good in red, and fuck seeing her dirty from the grave digging just added to her whole sexual aura.

“Your dad would have killed us if he woke up and we were both in there. I’m wouldn’t be surprised if he killed us if he found out we talked about this topic of you and I.” Dean replied with his devilish smirk. I wonder what she’s got on underneath, it’s gotta be good especially with how supported they looked. He let his rake over her form.

Taking his sweet time to admire her and her beauty. God she really is just perfect. He noticed how her breathing picked up, a grin lighting up her already flushed face. Eyes sparkling with want and lust.

“You want there to be a you and I?” Y/N inquired, her arms crossing under her boobs to cover her stomach so she could squeeze herself for comfort if he rejected her.

“Y/N you are all I want. Fuck, the things I would do to you if you let me. Especially to these songs, cause baby girl you are one naughty girl.” Dean answered as the song flowed from Change in the House to God of Thunder by Kiss. His fists clenching and unclenching trying to figure out if he should grab her hand or play with her hair.

“Oh. Do tell Dean cause we’re both visual learners.” Y/N teased hoping to hide her surprise from his response. ‘He wants me too? Fuck!’ She thought. It didn’t help she thought he was too fucking hot that it should be illegal and she wanted nothing more than to leave marks on his beautiful skin to have reminders of what they were doing secretly.

Dean reached out to her, pushing hair out of her face and rested his arm on the back rest, drawing small circles on her shoulder.

“Babygirl, where do I even start? Do I start with the slow make out, you straddling me in the back seat. Our bodies pressed together so tight you don’t even know if we’re separate people or one whole person. I would love to take it nice and slow with you the first time. We wouldn’t know how to breathe without the other at how connected we’d be, everything would be shared. Our air, our skin, fuck the softness of your skin as I run my hands under your shirt. I’d have a hard time going slow though.” Dean started not wanting to give away all of his thoughts yet.

“Well Baby, who says you would be the lead, whose to say I wouldn’t have you melting under my touch, whimpering for more.” Y/N responded, scooching closer to Dean, noticing the swallow bob his Adam’s apple.

“You’d like that huh? Being dominated? Me in charge?” Y/N teased further. And it took everything in Dean not to whimper because he would LOVE that.

He shook his head, clearing that fantasy out.

“Another time. Tonight I wanna worship you and your fucking glorious body.” Dean said grabbing her by the front of her shirt over to him. Making her fall into his chest, pushing her boobs into him. The melody switching again into Closer by Nine Inch Nails.

“Fuck. Get in the back seat. Now.” Y/N muttered, trying her best to climb back, not ruin the seats with her boots, and also not kick Dean in the face.

Dean too rushed to get back there and get under her cause tonight he wanted to feel every inch of her against him. He grabbed her by her hips and pulled her into his lap. Smacking her left ass cheek, making it sting slightly. Y/N couldn’t help but gasp and thrust her hips down onto him. Feeling the very present bulge in his pants.

Her mouth met his, the soft pink lips smushing together and fighting to each other. Small moans and gasps escaping every once in awhile. Y/N rolled her hips, seeking the friction it brought but also seeking that urge to get closer to Dean. He would every couple of hip rolls thrust to give her a different angle of friction, making her release a shiver and deep moan.

Dean kept kissing her, from her mouth, to her cheek, over her jawline and to her neck. His face smushing into her skin because he didn’t want to leave her skin. Being completely intoxicated by everything she was. His hands worked their way from her ass to her sides to her boobs and god he couldn’t wait to feel them with no layers inbetween. They looked like heaven and felt like heavens and he was more than willing to bet she tasted like heaven too.

“Dean. If we keep going at this rate, I don’t think we’re gonna make it to taking our clothes off. Please baby.” Y/N pleaded, struggling to make a coherent thought. She was high with how he was touching her, his hands rough but gentle against her. Making her completely forget about the fact that she felt undesirable half the time because right now she could care less what others think, cause if Dean was making her feel this way she could forget about all those other mean fuckers out there.

“Ok, ok. Let's just collect ourselves and figure out the next move.” Dean said continuing to grab and massage any part of her body he could touch.

He grabbed her shirt and pulled it off her body, throwing it into the front seat. He grabbed her chin and brought her mouth to his, their teeth clicking with how ferocious it was. He was working on her bra when she went for his shirt to pull off. This time she pulled him to her pressing their naked chests together. Her arms wrapping around his neck and head and he worked his hands around her waist to pull her more flush against him. He took the opportunity to flip them and press her back into the vinyl seat. Adjusting the two of them, now rolling his hips to press the hard, heavy bulge into her way too heavily clothed core. Making her whimper into his mouth as her body shivered with need.

They made quick work of each others pants, her hands working on his belt, button and fly. Working her hands around and over his lower back muscles. Her hands finding his back dimples, then gliding down under the elastic of his boxer briefs and cupping his ass cheeks and helping him roll into her core and clit more. Meanwhile, he was massaging her ass cheeks through her leggings, loving how soft and valumputious it get in his palms. He couldn’t wait to get her bare and fuck her tight pussy. So he grabbed the pants by waistband with the panties as well and yanked down until they were to her knees. She continued to kick until they were completely off but she hadn’t been able to get her boots off so they were currently stuck around her ankles while his had yet to worked off as well.

“I love you Y/N. I need you to look at me baby. You tell me at any point to stop and we will stop. Okay?” Dean said nudging his nose into her temple. Pulling his pants down swiftly before settling a over her, his member at attention and resting on her lower tummy. His velvety tips leaking a bead of precum. She didn’t have the chance this night to actually look at him in all his glory but if she did she would see a perfectly girthy and sized cock. Not being ridiculously huge to where it hurt but enough to get a good stretch and sting. That would settle into pure bliss because Dean was well endowed and he sure knew how to use it.

She opened her eyes to look at him, because now she could finally look at him up close and while they are both awake. Fuck he’s gorgeous. The freckles that accented every feature. His eyes completely blown with lust and admiration. Even with how dark it was where they parked, she could still make out the stunning color of jade. She took her right hand and traced it from his cheekbone, over his brows and nose down to his soft plump lips, taking her thumb to drag it across and down his jaw cupping his face. His one arm caging you into the backseat while the other massaged your breast. Enjoying the weight and softness.

“Baby, I’m an idiot for taking too long to make a move. I love you Dean. I need you inside of me, now.” Y/N confessed. Dean smashed his mouth into her, pouring everything he’s ever felt for her into that kiss, taking his dominate hand and snaking it between the two of you to find you soaking wet to the point that it’s almost leaking down your ass crack onto the seat cushion.

“So ready for me already baby?” Dean asked as middle finger glided into you making you gasp and roll you hips seeking more friction.

“More.” Was all you and your brain could say. Dean adding his pointer to the needy hole. Grinning as he kissed his way along your chest.

“Such a good girl, so needy and wet. All for me.” He mumbled into you collarbone. Fingers working that soft spongy part inside you that when played with just right makes your toes curl and supernovas flash in the backs of your eyelids.

“Dean, I wanna come on your cock not your fingers. Please.” Y/N whined. Dean stopped his ministrations and grabbed his tip to slip through her folds and slick.

Dean then steadied himself to her opening and used his hand to stroke her lips open to find her clit. So as he thrust into her he could ease the stinging sensation with pleasure.

And boy did he bring pleasure.

Every roll of his hips he somehow sunk deeper into her, every stroke of his thumb would ease him in more, and when she was fully relaxed with him, he was deep. They both needed a minute because they both shivered as their mouths fell open in ecstasy.

“Fuck, we should have done this sooner.” Dean mumbled against her lips.

“Mhm, we can worry about that later. Now fuck me like you mean it.” Y/N tried urging him by also rolling her hips to make him move again.

He just pushed up with the hand that isn’t between them and a low grumble almost animalistic came from deep in his chest. Pulling out to just the tip and rolling deliciously back in. Starting to set a pace that would quickly lead to release. He increased the pressure on her clit but started to rub a mix of tight circles and more open slow circles. Trying to bring you up and over the orgasmic edge before him.

You started to squirm underneath him, adding your own roll of your hips to help spur him on, matching the tempo he chose. He threw your leg up higher on his hip, the adjustment causing him to hit a new angle inside of you. Each snap sending a shockwave literally and figuratively up your body. You soft tummy and boobs matching the rhythm of thrusting.

You could tell you were both getting closer and closer to that edge of ecstasy. Y/N reached up her right hand to grasp his arm holding her leg up, wanting more of a connection to Dean while they ride into bliss. Her other hand grabbed her boob, fingers finding her nipple and rolling it. Dean watched on with awe, his pace starting to stutter because imagining Y/N playing with herself is one thing, it’s a completely different thing to watch it happen in person. And fuck was it amazing.

As his pace started slipping he started to collapse over Y/N and brace himself again, but this time pressing her leg down with him. Folding it and making her hold it open for him so he could fully support himself.

His face found its home in the crook of her neck, his small grunts and moans reaching her ears. Spurring her to help him help her cum.

With a few more circles of her clit and rolls of the hips they reached bliss, their orgasms breaching their peak and tumbling over that cliff.

Y/N choked out gasps as Dean moaned deep into her neck, his hips sputtering as his seed coated her pussy from the inside out, her own juices mixing with his adding to the mess. Their heavy breathing also adding to the fog on the windows.

Definitely gonna have to drive with the windows down. Dean and Y/N thought.

“So worth the wait.” Y/N huffed out as Dean slowly peeled their body’s apart, them both cringing as his soft cock slipped from the mess they made between her legs.

Dean couldn’t agree more. He sat back on his haunches and searched for his shirt to try and wipe up the mess of fluids making their escape.

“You definitely get first shower when we’re back.” Dean quipped as he swiped at her sensitive folds, her hissing at the contact on the overly stimulated flesh.

He helped her sit up and find clothes. Dean shimmied his pants back into place. Her handing him the flannel and him handing her a shirt. What they didn’t notice is Y/N handed Dean her flannel instead of his so she ended up with his. Dean helped balance Y/N while she untangled herself from the leggings and boot situation until they were placed back on properly.

A phone started to ring from the front seat breaking the two from their time in the back seat. Dean dived over trying to get to it incase it was Sammy in danger. Y/N stayed in the back, trying to locate her bra and the used shirt to crumple up and hide so she could throw them into her duffle as inconspicuously as she could once they got back.

“Hello?” Dean asked quickly, not even having it pressed to his face in the rush of opening it.

“Dean, where the hell are you guys?!” Y/N could hear Sam ask loudly from the phone.

“Uh we’re almost done? About to load up and head back. We’ll see you soon.” Dean responded way too quickly and then shut the device before his brother could even respond.

“Come on sweetheart we gotta head back. I got a flannel right here for you.” Dean said offering his hand to help her climb up front.

Y/N settled in up front, Dean switching tapes so he could once again hide the special tape. Y/N not knowing that he now cherishes it. She just scootched closer to him and cuddled into his arm, wanting closeness. Dean openly welcoming it and entwining their fingers on the hand that wasn’t resting on the steering wheel.

The ride back to the motel was quiet besides the soft sounds of Metallica playing. Once they pulled in to the Motels lot, Dean parked and shut off Baby. But didn’t make a move to get out. So they sat for a second until Dean decided to break the quiet.

“Y/N, I-I don’t want that to be a one time thing. Or for you to think that.” He said, turning his head to look at her.

“Oh, ok.” Was all she could say, fiddling with the thread that was loose on the end of the flannel.

“Baby I don’t think you understand. I want you. Monogamy, the whole thing.” Dean said, hoping she understood.

“Really?” She asked turning to look at him now.

“Really.” Dean assured her and grabbed her hand to hold.

She just smiled, beaming at him with adoration.

“Comeon let’s not keep Sam waiting. He’s probably freaking out.” Y/N said grabbing the discarded clothes and getting out. Dean following her out and to room 103.

When they turned the key and finally opened the door, they were not expecting Sam to be sitting and waiting at the foot of his bed. When he heard the door opening he straightened his posture and just started grinning wildly.

“What the hell? I thought you were sick?” Dean asked coming in and throwing his leather jacket onto his bed. Y/N throwing the discarded clothes from earlier into her open duffle.

“Nope.” Was all he said, eyeing his brother and best friend. Realizing they switched flannels and their hair was messed up in a way that revealed what they were doing in the back seat.

“Well I’m glad you’re feeling better but it would have been easier with three people to dig his old ass up.” Y/N quipped flopping down onto the bed she chose earlier.

“Yeah well I don’t exactly think it would have been as fun after. At least not for me.” Sam replied, leaning back onto his forearm to eye Y/N.

“I mean seeing as how you both have each others flannels on and the obvious sex hair.” Sam added.

Y/N eyes bulging from her head, not even realizing they somehow switched flannels in the dash to get redressed. And she hasn’t taken the time to fix her hair, nor Deans, to help hide the fact they desecrated the back seat.

“Well um-uh.” Y/N stammered. Trying to catch Deans attention to help her but he was too lost staring down at the bed with a bright blush on his cheeks.

“It’s fine you two. It’s very obvious with how you two are to each other and neither of you were gonna make that first move. So I may have faked being sick so you two could have alone time.” Sam answered, throwing you some help.

Dean finally looked up at Y/N and just smiled.

“Well thanks Sam. Took you long enough to get tired of our shit though.” Dean replied, teasing Sam.

The two brothers started to bicker playfully and Y/N just closed her eyes.

I could get used to this. Y/N thought, relaxing and excited for where this road will lead.

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A/N—Thoughts? Not proofread entirely so don’t hate me. Hits been a moment since I’ve written!

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