#IT WAS SO GOOD BUT DAMN IT WENT BY SO FAST

[angelkiyo]

you had intentions of finding true love here; that was its pitch line after all. you met a nice guy, his name being kento. he was 28, a salaryman, and worked in the city. life would be stable and serene.

however, when the bombshell came, you couldn’t help but simply feel drawn to toji fushiguro. it was like a tropical storm hit you.

he was the oldest one in the villa, definitely older than you by a decade or so. he was 36 and a dad but he sure as hell didn’t look it. he worked out every day, worked in private security, and his body appeared to be sculpted from a renaissance artist; the cliché tattoos of snakes and such were etched on his sun-kissed skin.

you felt his eyes on you the entire time and you stare at him. you could only wish you hadn’t.

“damn, he’s such a dilf,” your fellow housemate commented.

you remember laughing at her words, “no, he’s just fucking old.”

for some time, the tension between the two of you felt grand, despite your thing with kento. winning challenges together didn't help either and the fact that he let it slip that he wasn't looking to mess around yet stared at you like you were a meal amplified that.

however, it isn't until one of the girls got a text where it showed that others saw your tension too:

🔔 “islanders, the hideaway is open tonight. the couple chosen by the public to spend the night is...y/n and toji. #SheLikesItRoughApparently.”

you felt the rest of the house go into chaos, with some people catcalling, laughing, and screaming in glee.

your gaze went over to toji: smirking like he just won the damn lottery, and then over to kento, whose expression looked rather solemn.

"comin' or nah, princess?" and while you meekly walked over to him, you heard someone yell out "use protection!"

yeah, you had plenty of that at the hideaway.

it was big and mirrored a suite from a five-star hotel. the room had a king-sized bed littered with rose petals and candles. not to mention the mirrors everywhere and the big box of condoms in the drawer of the nightstand.

the silence captivated the both of you until you spoke: "you're awfully comfortable for someone who didn't want anything with other people, old man."

he turned around at you, his gaze almost predatory. "let me clarify. i never pretended i didn't want you."

"i'll show you what this old man can do, sweetheart.”

fuck.

what happened next was a blur, but what you do know was the quick whirlwind of clothes on the floor, you being pushed onto the lavish bed, and the lack of care for hidden cameras. you just didn't care anymore, and that was the mindset that engulfed the two of you for nearly an hour.

the sound of skin slapping filled the room while you clawed at the silky satin sheets beneath you. you had tears brim under your eyes as you felt toji's calloused arms hold you in place in front of the myriad of mirrors in front of you.

you couldn't fucking take it anymore. the way he rolled his hips and thrusted into you with such incredible speed knocked the wind out of you.

"ah—fuck!" you mewled, arching your back as much as you can. toji hit all your sweet spots without trying and the fact alone irked you. it irked you that he had a reason to be so cocky and relentless.

the sensation of his cock made your eyes roll: filling, fast, and sure as fuck rough.

"goddamnit ma. your pussy is milking me dry," he let out a guttural moan as he bottomed out in you, "fuck, doll-face. letting me fuck you so good."

the wolfish grin on his face stayed there on his face as he examined the mirror and how your ass moved while he thrusted into you with finesse. the way the skin where your back tattoo was, moved drove him crazy. however, the little milky white ring where he thrusted into you and the sound of your slick and moans drove him crazier.

“think your prissy little salaryman can fuck you like this? hm?” he maneuvered your hips like you were a doll and kept his pace.

toji could give two shits about the damn cameras, because all he wanted at this moment was you.

and proving that he isn’t old.

[stonedtaemin]

you stupid girl

❕brat taming, ass slapping, mutual masturbation, lots of name calling (esp. whore, bitch, slut), cum eating | ao3 | wc 3.1k

mc is a brat and caleb decides he has to teach her a lesson *requested ♡

it first started as little joke, a prank, if you will. caleb was just so easy to rile up, so what was the point in not having a wee bit of fun?

fancy dinner with the fleet? her foot was rubbing sensually onto his leg across the table, slipped out of it's heel and toes pressing hard onto his crotch. on a phone call with one of the higher ups? she started mouthing at his cock through his pants.

even when he was cooking, god dammit, she would come up behind him and massage his ass. manhandling him and then snickering off, a knowing smirk playing onto her lips. each time he swore under his breath, shaking his head.

today was no different. caleb had had it up to here with her shannanigans, hands fiddling with the hem of his sweatpants, trying to focus on putting together a new plane model.

"would you stop that? you're gonna make me mess up, pips." he choked out, a tent already trying to form in his pants.

she was laying onto the floor next to him, chin resting on her hand in boredom. she let out a long, disgruntled sigh. her fingers did not move an inch. she wouldn't listen to his pleas.

"but it's so much fun and this is so... not fun."

he snorted, sitting up and stretching his back out. this was his third model of the day, he started as soon as they woke up and now the sun was setting. today had been a lazy sunday, one that was full of nothing but lofi and coffee. his stomach grumbled just at the thought of food.

"for you, maybe. i thought you liked helping me with this stuff..." his eyebrow cocked, eyes focusing back onto the important project at hand.

"i mean, yeah. but you look so handsome when you're focused. and i really wanna sit on your cock."

he choked on his own spit.

"horny fuck." he laughed at her, heart beating fast.

"yeah. what're gonna do about it?" she taunted, eyes squinted at him. he looked at her from the corner of his eyes.

"maybe if you're good and let me finish, i'll reward you." he hummed, eyes sliding back to the model.

she grunted, head falling downwards onto the carpet. she wiggled her legs into the air as if to throw a mini tantrum. she would never get his attention.

"whatever." she got up, knees cracking.

he smirked, not even throwing a glance her way. suits her right, putting him through all of this hell lately.

she padded away from him, closing their bedroom door behind her.

if she wasn't going to get his attention that way, then she had another thing coming for him. she searched far and wide through several drawers, hands looking for purchase.

bingo, she smirked to herself.

not even 5 minutes later she walked out into the living room again, watching as caleb has repositioned himself onto the couch. he's leaning back, considering what step to do next. he still didn’t even bother looking up at her.

she bit her inner cheek, groaning in annoyance. she pressed further, standing right in front of him, clearing her throat. finally, caleb's eyes fell onto her. he immediately regretted it because what he saw was so insane. here she was, dressed in nothing but a tiny red thong and a cropped old t-shirt of his from high school, nipples of her breasts poking out from the distressed seam. she was fucking glorious and he was but a mere man. god. damn.

"so now are you gonna fuck me?"'

"jesus christ." is all he could manage to blurt out. his fingers went up to rub his forehead, eyebrows furrowed.

she pushed his work further away from him, then turning back to straddle down onto his lap. heat rushed and pooled into his cock, growing harder with each time she circled her hips onto him.

"c'mon and fuck me." she whined, bouncing up and down in frustration.

he growled with annoyance. evol wrapping around her whole body. she was frozen in place, eyes widened with slight panic.

"god, you're such a needy slut. like you're in heat, just begging to be fucked all the time. you know that?" his voice wasn't like his normal voice... this was like when he was in his colonel suit. like she was a soldier that had overstepped her duties.

"i—"

his hand snapped up and grabbed her by the chin, yanking her face hard. she immediately shut up.

"been such an impatient little shit lately. i've been real nice about it too. right, baby?" he cooed menacingly, a devious smile spreading onto his lips.

she nodded slowly, a soft moan escaping her lips with anticipation. if she was horny then she was super horny now.

"tell me."

"y-yes..." she whined, struggling against his evol. she so badly wanted to rub against the growing bulge that sat perfectly against her folds. she was sopping wet, his pants getting ruined.

"i don't think you do..." he whispered, pulling her face closer to his. his lips hovered dangerously above hers, breath fanning across her.

she closed her eyes, trying to initiate a kiss. he pulled away.

"i do, i swear. i just wanna make you feel good, caleb." her words were almost convincing.

his fingers roamed down her chin to her neck, pushing her hair aside to expose her neck. he leaned forward, biting hard onto her. she whimpered at the pain, back arching. he pulled and sucked, skin already bruising from the abuse of his mouth. his hands made their way down her torso, cupping her exposed breasts.

he massaged them slowly, grabbing hard and pinching her nipples.

"don't believe you for a second. you're just an impatient whore that needs to be filled with my cock." he spat out, teeth nipping at her sensitive skin.

“yes, need you to fuck me caleb. i’m a whore. your whore. p-please!” she thought she would burst into tears if he didn’t put something inside of her. she ached for his touch. need to feel him against her walls. she was dripping down her thighs and onto the couch.

he stared at her like she was a prize that he needed to take. his tongue rode up the valley between her breasts then lifted up. his hands cupped her sex but didn’t do anything. he just grabbed her, panting at how soaked she was. he was deciding what to do with her.

she cried out, not knowing how much more she could take of the pulsating heat that knocked at her cunt.

"caleb, please... oh god."

he mouthed over the peak of her tits with hunger, hot puffs of breath sweeping over her skin. his hands kept fondling her and pulling and tugging. he couldn't get enough of her against the palm of his hands. couldn't decide which breast he wanted to suck on the most. he wished he had two heads and two mouths.

she threw her head back in ecstasy, feeling caleb's mouth devouring her chest. her fingers hooked through his hair, nails clawing at his scalp.

"gonna fuck you real nice and good so that you can finally shut up.” he groaned, eyes darkening as they locked onto hers.

“ye-yes please…” she sighed, thighs burning from the grinding she was finally able to resume.

his hips rocked up to meet hers, a moan tearing through his lips and spilling onto her bare torso.

his fingers finally found their way down to her folds, again, this time letting his fingers swipe into her slick. her breathe hitched when his touch finally graced her, immediately riding onto his hand as he pumped one, then two fingers in and out of her. the squelches of his fingers stroking her pussy filled the thick air around them. it was sinful. his cock grew bigger by the second just by the delicious noises. a groan resounded from deep within his chest.

“fuck, you drive me crazy. listen to yourself.”

she cried out, caleb biting the shit out of her shoulder as he finger fucked her.

“yes, yes, yes— love your f-fingers, caleb, ah— shit!”

her cries echoed throughout the house.

his lips kissed gently onto her chin, tongue tracing her jaw.

“bad little bitch— take that shit.”

she nodded fast as his thumb circled onto her clit, her moans falling out in a jumble. just as she was about to claim an orgasm his hands stopped, pulling out abruptly and rudely, if you asked her.

she whined with agony, about to say something but his fingers shoved into her mouth, her slick coating her tongue deliciously. he clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“be a good girl for once and don’t say anything, ‘kay? gonna give you what you need, baby.” he whispered.

he fingered her mouth just as he had to her pussy, going in and out of her wet mouth. she gladly took it, eyes locked onto him and glistening with lust. her cheeks were blossoming with heat, eyebrows bowed in arousal. she looked absolutely divine and caleb couldn’t stand it. he hummed in approval as her tongue swirled around his meaty fingers.

his fingers retracted with a pop, a trail of saliva falling after.

“get on your hands and knees, on the couch. face the window.” his words were short and straight to the point.

she stood up from his lap, slightly dizzy with how hot she was. he watched her as she backed away. he moved to the opposite side of the couch so she could get into position. she did as she was told, crawling onto the couch and ass perched up. she gripped the arm of the couch to ground herself.

she looked behind her to watch as caleb pulled his pants off, underwear wet with her slick and his own arousal. he threw his shirt to the side, sweat falling down his carved chest. she licked her lips with hunger, eyes never leaving his fit body. he smirked as she did, arms flexing for show. she wiggled in anticipation, letting out a deep groan.

“caleb. please hurry.”

his underwear was finally off, cock swelled up against the front of his abdomen. he was huge as always, veiny and thick. she needed him now.

he got on his knees behind her, hands grabbing onto her hips harshly. nothing would have prepared her for the loud crack and harsh feeling of his hand coming down onto her ass cheek. she bowed forward, a scream emitting from her mouth. her forehead rested onto the arm of the couch, eyes screwed shut.

“i told you to shut up.” his words were heavy. he massaged her cheek afterwards, thumb kneading against the reddened skin.

“mmph— yes sir.” she cried out.

another slap landed onto her, harder than the last. she swore she could cum just from the feeling. he was so rough.

“the more you whine the more it’ll hurt.” he said, fingers trailing and brushing against her slit. it was a ghost of a touch. she stopped herself from grinding them into her.

“yes sir.” she repeated again.

he chuckled deeply, his hand going to his dick to stroke slowly.

“touch yourself.” he commanded.

her fingers went down and between her thighs, pushing her thong aside. she took two fingers and rubbed her clit slowly, parting her legs some more for him to get a good view. she watched behind her as he stroked himself to her masturbation. his lips caught under his front teeth, a hiss slowly coming out as he shook his cock a few times. he couldn’t stand watching her anymore, he had to be inside of her, right now.

she wiggled her ass a little, moaning softly. she was making herself feel so nice and warm. she couldn’t help but circle to her motions, fingers dipping in and out of herself in the process.

“please baby, need you here. so fucking horny for you.” she whined, two fingers taking her lips and opening them wide for him, her ring clenching in desperation.

he didn’t even feel like smacking her again for being impatient, he himself was getting impatient.

“think you can take me in one go, sweetheart?”

she nodded frantically, arching her back even further. she looked like a feline stretching, ready for him to dive in.

he lined his cock up with her pussy, making her bite her lip hard in anticipation. his tip dove down quickly into her folds, cock being sucked in past the threshold of her entrance. she cried out as he thrusted deep into her, tip already grazing her cervix. he was so big and deep, she could feel her insides being absolutely wrecked. she loved it.

“oh— fuck!” she screamed, hands gripping onto the couch fabric for dear life.

she tried moving against him but his evol forced her in place, a whimper escaping her mouth. she rolled her eyes back in annoyance, huffing.

“just sit still and take it like a good slut.” he purred, hand splaying over her back, the other gripping onto the handle of her hip.

and with that, he slammed in and out of her slowly and so fucking good.

her moans sounded every time his cock sank all the way inside of her, skin smacking against hers. her breasts swung back and forth with each time he pounded into her, legs shaking. the small crop top was even beginning to feel hot. she pulled on the collar of it, feeling sweat trickle down her neck and onto her tits.

“fuck yes, feels so good. god caleb��� right there, yes!” she squealed.

he huffed out heavy breathes, each time his cock bottomed out a wave of pleasure washed over him. he knew he couldn’t last long.

“you look so beautiful taking me like this, baby. pretty little flower blooming just for me.” his voice came out in a whinier tone than he wanted, but god dammit he was feeling so good.

she took her hands to spread her cheeks more, pink asshole puckering as he fucked her pussy like it was the last thing he would ever do. he moaned at the sight, a slight wail bubbling from his chest. he was definitely going to fill her up if he kept going like this.

“so— fucking— good! need to cum, please caleb, please let me cum. i— i can’t…” her pleas bled together, eyes squinting and welling up with tears as she looked back at him.

his purple iris’ swirled with desire as they bore into hers, hands massaging her hips with a gentle reminder that he loved her so much. she was such a beautiful creature, in his shirt and sexy underwear. being a good little fuck toy for him. he couldn’t get enough.

“yes, baby. cum. let me feel you.” he gave in.

immediately she fell apart, cries spilling out of her. her hands went back behind her, caleb’s hands pinning them together as he rode her orgasm out. he wanted to cum so bad, but he had other plans. she circled her hips slowly onto him as he kept thrusting, soft whines dying out. she was breathing hard, body slumped onto the couch, face buried.

“oh, f-fuck. baby…” she whispered, voice muffled.

caleb chuckled, tapping her ass softly with his palm as he let go of her wrists.

“sit up onto your knees, baby.” his voice came out gentle but she knew to obey.

he pulled out reluctantly, wishing he could keep pumping in and out of her delicious hole.

she hummed, sitting up slowly onto her knees. caleb got up, feet planting onto the ground and standing over her like a skyscraper. his cock was covered in her juices, slick and hot. it stood proud and hard as hell, hovering over her face.

“make me cum, sweet girl.”

her hands went to wrap around his length, twisting languidly and achingly well. she knew the perfect way to do it, an expert in calebology. he threw his head back, eyes staring at the ceiling. she watched as he swallowed thickly, adam’s apple bobbing. she hummed at the sight, thinking about just how gorgeous he was like this. she was in awe. her man.

“you’re so fucking big caleb. love how big you are.” she moaned, breath fanning over his cock.

he smirked, biceps flexing slightly. his hands cupped her cheeks, grazing over her skin softly.

“yeah? look so good next to my dick. pretty girl. mine.” he was so close.

she fluttered her eyelashes, mouth opening and tongue sticking out.

“wanna eat your cum, please, please, please. give it to me, caleb, i need it.” she begged, eyebrows pinning in plea. she begged like it was her own personal prayer.

he cried out in pure bliss, not handling the situation as composed as he wanted to. she was going to be the death of him and he was going to be totally okay with that.

“fuck yeah, you want that? wanna swallow my cum like a greedy little bitch, hm?”

“yes!” she cried out.

“f-fuck!” his fingers gripped onto the back of her head, tugging hard at her hair.

she dragged the tip of his dick onto the center of her tongue, smacking it as thick ropes came out of him.

“fuck yes, you fucking whore.” he seethed, teeth gritting as he watched her lap up his seed. his dick twitched violently into her hand, as if he could see each rope push itself out and into her mouth.

she took his cock deep into her throat, sucking up and down his length. he thrusted into her, gagging the shit out of her. her guttural sounds as she choked onto his cock made his orgasm hit harsher with each time he hit the back of her throat.

“pip-squeak…” he moaned softly, fingers loosening as his orgasm finished.

she slowly pulled off of his length, lips glistening with spit and cum. his slumped with finality as it popped out of her mouth. she licked the bottom of her lip, smiling lazily. his fingers hooked onto her chin, pulling her face up.

“did you swallow like a good girl?”

she opened her mouth, proving that she had consumed every last drop. he leaned down, lips smashing onto hers, tongue licking against her own. he kissed her nice and slow, thumb grazing her cheek softly in praise.

she pulled him down hard, straddling him once more. he huffed out a laugh, lips trailing down to her chin, then her neck.

“was i good for you?” she pondered, voice soft.

he pulled away, planting a kiss to her temple.

“yes, baby. you were so good.” he smiled.

“does this mean you’re not annoyed with me anymore?” she taunted, her head falling onto his shoulder. she poked his neck with her fingers, rubbing her hand onto his hard chest. he was covered in sweat.

“mhmm. for now.” he jabbed her side.

she was sure to be a brat again. how could she not be, when her boyfriend looked like adonis and fucked like a god?

[reginaphalangelobster]

My Handsome Hero

Dean WInchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: You meet a certain hunter when he walks into your diner. He turns out to be just the person you need, especially when it comes to your creepy boss.

Warnings: creepy boss, alcohol consumption, violence.

Word Count: 2k

You hadn't been working at Rosie's Roadhouse for long, only a couple of months at most but it was close to home, the work wasn't all that bad and the pay was okay. Not many people came through, just random travellers here and there and a few local bar flies. Since there weren't all that many people around you often worked as the bartender and waitress, if you did both it paid a little better and there were never enough customers to make it an issue. The only real issue was your creepy boss, Clem. He always looked a little too long, stood a little too close and hit on you relentlessly. You nearly lost it one night when you came in for your shift and he gave you your new uniform. New uniform, it was barely clothing. A tight, low cut white tank top and a black pencil skirt that barely went a few inches down your thigh. If you were to so much as think of bending over you'd be exposed at every angle. You talked to him about it but he said it was what the owner wanted, this mysterious "Rosie" that no one in town had ever seen. You put up with it because you needed the money, and to be fair, you did get bigger tips so you tried looking on the bright side. You were only staying in the dingy bar until you had enough money saved up to go anywhere else.

One day you walked in for your shift and everything was as it usually was, Frank in the corner, passed out, Joanna sitting at the bar talking the ear off anyone who would listen, Ron throwing them back as fast as he could before his wife found out where he was, his wife, Joanna, they were both always so out of it that they didn't recognise each other after twenty years of marriage, and Clem, letching around as per usual. The one thing that did change was the old door creaking and two men walking through. One tall with longish brown hair and the other, shorter but still tall with lighter short hair. They walked over to a table and collapsed into the booth, they were a little dirty and looked absolutely wrecked. They could barely keep their eyes open long enough to scan the menu before you walked over. You made your way from the bar to their table in the stupidly tight uniform and heels.

"What can I get you boys?" You asked with your brightest fake smile and sweet tone.

"I'll just have a salad, thanks" The taller one said.

"Well sweetheart, whaddya recommend?" The other grinned, a not so innocent look in his eyes.

"The cheeseburgers here are good, don't get the fish" Your tone turned into a mock whisper "It's not really fish"

"I don't even wanna know what it is" The first man mumbled whilst pulling a laptop out of his bag.

"Cheeseburger sounds great, and a couple of beers, thanks" The sly one replied, still grinning.

You started to walk away when they began to talk, you didn't mean to overhear but it was near silent in there.

"Seriously Dean?"

"What?"

"Don't what me, you know what"

"The waitress?"

"More like every waitress. I'm getting kinda sick of you hitting on everyone everywhere we go when we're meant to be working a case"

"What about that last case in Detroit? All I had to do was eye up the shopkeeper and she told us everything we needed to know about that Wendigo"

"Just, cool it for tonight, please. I want to get a decent night's sleep and I can't do that if you're screwing some waitress in our room"

"You could always get another room Sammy"

He looked at Dean with a warning in his eye, a "don't test me" glare and they both shut up until you brought out their food. You placed the beer and plates in front of them with a smile on your face.

"Thanks sweetheart" Dean said with that damn smug grin and you were done.

"First of all, I'm not your sweetheart. Second of all you can forget about screwing me in your motel room, you'd be better off turning to Jolly Green here" You barked as you pointed at Sam.

You weren't sure what came over you, maybe it was pent up resentment towards your boss but either way you were glad to get some of it out. Although you did feel a little bad. You walked back to the bar and served your regulars. The boys left after a while and you continued your shift.

You didn't think much of them after that until they came back a few months later. You barely recognised them but after you took their same order again it clicked. You didn't bring it up but Dean did.

"Hey, aren't you that waitress we had a couple months ago? You called my brother Jolly Green"

"That's what you remember?"' You replied.

"I always remember when people make fun of Sammy, that was a good one"

"Gee thank Dean" Sam said in an ingenuine tone.

"Yeah, sorry about that I guess. My boss is a dick and I think I took it out on you, how 'bout a free beer to make up for it?"

"If that's what'll cure your soul I guess I can accept it" Dean said, overacting in his sincerity.

You laughed a little before walking off to get them their same order.

"Again?" Sam rolled his eyes.

"Oh shut up"

Sam and Dean stopped in every now and then for the next year. You didn't know it but whenever they were anywhere near the area Dean would insist they stop by.

"Come on, Sammy"

"Their salads are terrible"

"Then get something that isn't rabbit food, the cheeseburgers are great"

"Oh yeah, I'm sure you wanna go there for the cheeseburgers"

"I do, they wrap the patty in bacon, bacon Sammy"

"And you're only going for the bacon? Nothing else?"

"The wonderful atmosphere, what else would I go there for?"

"You know what"

"Enlighten me"

"The waitress, you know, the one woman who doesn't want to sleep with you"

"Her? You really think I'd drive forty miles out of my way for her?"

"So you wouldn't for her but you would for a cheeseburger?"

"Bacon. Wrapped Samuel. Bacon wrapped!"

"Okay, okay, I got it. Bacon wrapped, jeez. You'll have a heart attack by the time you're fifty"

"Bitch"

"Jerk"

You didn't realise it but when Dean walked through the door you smiled, some might say your face lit up whenever he was around. Over time his terrible jokes started to become hilarious, you weren't really sure why but any bad day you were having could be turned around if he walked through the door.

The second you saw them you put their order in and cracked a couple of beers.

"Hey sweetheart" Dean said as you walked up to them. The once annoying nickname now warmed your heart.

"Hey boys, busy workin'?"

"Yeah, yeah, monsters ain't gonna kill themselves" Dean replied.

"Except that teddy bear" Sam commented.

"Do I wanna know about that one?"

"It was actually pretty funny" Dean said, laughing slightly at the memory.

"Do tell"

You sat down beside Dean as he told you the story. You weren't busy so you had the time. You reacted loudly, laughing at the whole thing. Sometimes you couldn't believe the stories they told. The only reason you did, was because on one of their trips a werewolf was in town and ripped Frank's heart out, you were the one that found him and that's when Sam and Dean explained everything.

"Nice to know its not all just doom and gloom out there"

"Yeah, occasionally we have a funny case, y'know, apart from the deaths"

You got up to take their plates away, just as you were about to walk into the kitchen you heard a light flapping sound behind the doors, so quiet it didn't even register. When you opened them you saw Castiel and let out a small gasp at the surprise.

"Cas, next time you come by remind me to teach you how to knock"

"I understand the concept of knocking"

"But not the application I see"

"Where's Dean?"

"In his booth with Sam, how come you didn't just zap there? Superpowers on the fritz?"

"No, my grace is fine. Last time I appeared in the middle of a public place a few people, as Dean would say, freaked out and they told me to "knock it off"" He answered, actually putting air quotes around the words "knock it off".

"Ah, I see. Well they're just out there. Go, kick evil's ass? I'm not entirely sure what you do besides live in Dean's ass"

"I don't-" Cas stopped, realising that telling you what had happened would be as pointless as when he asked Dean to stop saying that "Thank you"

You got back to work as Cas talked to the boys, you saw them leave together and you felt like saying something to Dean, anything. You didn't want him to leave, for some reason. Just as you were about to talk to him you felt a hand curl around your wrist.

"Where do you thing you're going, baby girl?"

You sighed, heavily, it was Clem. Of course it was Clem.

"I have to talk to someone Clem, my shift is over in five minutes anyways" You said as you pulled away, only for his grip to tighten.

"You're not done yet, there's something I need your help with, out back"

You rolled your eyes and with a huff of your chest you followed him.

"What do you need help with? I can't see anything" You said, examining the area.

"Everything I need is right here" He said with a disturbing look in his eye.

Before you knew it he shoved you against the wall. You felt the rusty steel pressed to your back, your tiny uniform barely giving you any protection from the cold. And you felt Clem, you felt his slimy hands all over you, trying to get under your shirt.

"Clem!" You screamed at him "Get the hell off me" You tried to squirm free but he was stronger than you though.

"That's it baby, be as loud as you want, no one's gonna hear you, and if they do? They won't care"

"That right?" Dean's voice came from behind Clem.

You felt a wave of relief wash over you when you saw Dean. He was just about to get into Baby when he heard you. Your loud cries stirred a fiery rage inside him and he followed the sound immediately. When he saw that creep shoving you into the wall he felt like he could explode. He ripped him off of you and slammed his fist into Clem's face. You both heard bones crack as he screamed with pain. Dean's knuckles were painted in Clem's blood when he turned to you.

"Are you okay? I swear, if that bastard did anything to y-" Dean was cut off abruptly by your lips latching onto his. An overwhelming wave of affection washed over you as you saw Dean protecting you. You couldn't hold it in, you couldn't help yourself anymore.

He was a little stunned for a second, then he fell into the kiss. His mouth moved with yours like a symphony of love and lust. You could taste the beer on his breath and he could taste your devastatingly delicious lips, so soft. You finally pulled away, breathless.

"Dean" You said softly between lung fulls of air "Thank you"

"I'd do anything for you sweetheart. Want me to hit him again? I'd love to"

You laughed lightly "No" You looked over Dean's shoulder to see Clem, running away muttering curses in-between sobs "I think he got the point"

"Good, but seriously, are you okay?"

"I am, I'm fine, my handsome hero"

Dean laughed, blushing slightly when he caught your lips in another kiss, one of many to come.

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Chapter Fifty-Three: Clay.

Summary: Wilhemina Venable felt it was finally time to leave Kineros Robotics and get a job with people who weren’t such morons like Jeff and Mutt. What she didn’t expect, however, was for her new boss to be so damn insufferable. She didn’t expect to fall in love with her, either.

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A/N: This might not be the most eventful chapter, but it's one I'm proud of for it being, after nearly an year, the end of my hiatus. Thank you for everone who waited for me, I hope I have not disappointed and I can confidently say this time that more is coming very soon. Once again, thank you.

The words echoed inside Billie Dean’s heart, caressing and stabbing it at the same time. She pulled away just enough to stare at brown eyes, hands cupping Venable’s cheeks and caressing them with her thumbs, wiping the remaining of the tears away. Two arms wrapped around her own waist, pulling her closer. I love you. She couldn’t say that yet—so soon, so fast. So she leaned closer and kissed those wine lips in front of her, pouring the words on them, speaking through caresses. Wilhemina held her even tighter, lips moving slow, gentle… lips pouring I love you’s all over.

The rest of the lunch break went smoothly, and once people began to get back into the office, Venable was already kissing Billie Dean on the cheek and walking back to her table. A sigh of relief left her lips as she eyed Emma’s empty table. After getting settled, she turned the computer back on and took a deep breath, excel sheet already spread out on the screen. Not even five minutes into work, heels clacked loudly to her left, indicating Emma had come back to her table. Wilhemina nibbled on her inner cheek as she kept her eyes on the monitor, avoiding any eye contact possible.

In her office, Billie Dean smiled to herself as she did her best to focus on the e-mails in her MacBook. Her mind kept on slipping to Venable, to their kisses, to their conversation… to how much she inevitably came to love that woman. I don’t want to sleep alone tonight. But Wilhemina had been a loner her whole life it seemed, and perhaps she needed some personal space. Or maybe she was a loner for a lack of choice. Billie had yet to find out. I could invite her for a glass of wine at least. Billie Dean blinked twice and tried focusing on the words in front of her yet again, corner of her lips tugging up nonstop. Once Jenny got back from lunch, they started working on what was left of the Christmas special.

Two hours of nonstop work later, Billie stretched her back and took her glasses off. She sighed as her spine popped, eyes closed. “Oof.”

“Right.” Jenny leaned back on the chair, stretching herself as well.

Blinking a few times to adjust her sight again, Billie Dean sat back straight. “I need a cigarette.”

“I need something sweet.”

“Good idea.” Billie got up, followed by Jenny right behind. They both walked to the kitchen, and she excused herself to the balcony, purse in hand. The first hit of nicotine instantly relaxed her body, leaving her leaning against the wall with eyes closed. She took another drag and then another one until the cigarette was gone, and then she got back to work alongside Jenny, whom ate a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels.

With eyes still on the monitor, Venable almost missed it when people began getting up to leave. She blinked twice and leaned back on the chair, saving the document she had been working on. Her mind instantly slipped to Billie Dean, and to their lunch and to their time at her place and to all the butterflies that were still present in her stomach. Would she come over tonight? Wilhemina figured sometimes Billie would need some alone time, but asking couldn’t hurt… right? I will be upset if she says no, though. Being upset was worth the shot. Once she collected all of her things, Venable leaned onto her cane and got up to put her coat on. Jenny walked by the office, smiling at them as she followed to the elevator. From the corner of her eye, Wilhemina watched her. Billie should be alone. Discreetly, she grabbed her purse and followed into the hallway all the way to Billie Dean’s office. The door was already open, so red waves peeked inside; there Billie was, quietly gathering her things. Venable watched her quietly, eyes bathing on the beauty of the unnoticed. She’s the most beautiful creature to ever grace this Earth. “Billie?” She called quietly, as to not scare her.

Honey eyes instantly lifted up from whatever document Billie Dean was gathering. She opened a smile, so bright and sincere Wilhemina had to grasp her cane a little harsher in order not to fall. “Hi, darling.” She set the paper aside and walked to Venable, purse on her shoulder. “Are you done?” She asked as she leaned to peck her lips.

Wilhemina nodded. This time, the tobacco was a little stronger on Billie’s kiss. “Yes. I was wondering—I was wondering if you’d like to come over, uh, tonight?”

Taken positively by surprise, Billie Dean nodded. She reached to caress Venable’s waist, resting her hand right where her skirt met her sweater. I know what’s underneath it. She gulped. “I would love to. I have this bottle of red wine in my place that I’ve been saving, I can bring it along if you’d like?”

“Sure.” Somewhat relieved with the answer, Wilhemina took a discrete deep breath. The fingers against her waist were a sweet reminder of earlier—as if she needed one. “Y-you can stay over, if you’d like…”

Oh. Biting her lower lip with an even bigger smile, Billie caressed the place her fingers rested. “Would you like me to? I don’t want to impose…”

“I would love you to.” Being honest and vulnerable was becoming easier for Venable to do so when around Billie Dean. She almost didn’t recognize herself sometimes. “But I understand if you need some alone time, too. I mean—I also don’t want to impose.”

With her eyes scrunching affectionately, Billie leaned to peck Wilhemina again; this time, Venable’s free hand reached up to cup her cheek and pull her into a full kiss. A sweet chuckle escaped Billie Dean’s lips. As they pulled away, Billie stared at brown eyes. “I’ll be there at seven.”

“Perfect,” Venable nearly whispered. She pecked Billie Dean again and pulled away to follow her way to the garage. With a smile, Billie watched her from behind.

The ride home was cheerful; Billie sang loudly to the songs that played on the radio, mind on Wilhemina. As she got home, Eleanor was already gone. With quick footsteps, she got upstairs and straight to the bathroom, ready to take a shower. It didn’t take long for her to step out, body wrapped in a towel and hair up in a bun. She walked to her closet and began to look through her underwear. What if something happens? It’s not that Billie Dean was waiting for it, but if something ended up happening, she at least wanted to look nice. Reaching for a set of blue lace panties and bra, Billie put them on and went to choose an outfit. Something simple… A dress and some boots, her nearly signature look at that point, as well as a coat and some tights. Once dressed, Billie Dean gathered her things to spend the night over and put on some basic makeup—mascara and lipstick, that was enough. And then she nearly showered herself again in Floratta Blue before going downstairs and to the garage, stopping only to grab the bottle of red wine she had promised Venable.

In her house, Wilhemina was already waiting for Billie Dean. She put some music on and sat down on the couch in comfortable sweater and trousers, skin covered by the delicious smell of lavender from her soap. Purpura purred as she lay down on Venable’s lap, eyes closed as she received caresses on top of her head. Venable had already started cooking some chicken, which was now in the oven, as well as some salad and rice—something simple, but nice. On the table in the middle of the couches she had poured them both an empty glass, ready for when Billie Dean arrived with the bottle of wine. In the air, music hummed lowly as Wilhemina had turned her record player on and meticulously selected Aretha Franklin as the soundtrack of the night. Even though there was no reason for it, Venable felt her chest nervously bubbling. It didn’t take much for the bell to ring, which caused Purpura to already jump off of Wilhemina’s lap and walk to the front door, meowing softly as Venable followed close behind. With quick fingertips, she opened the door. There Billie stood, with that beautiful dress and tights and looking as perfect as ever. “Hi,” she smiled.

“Hi, darling.” Billie Dean gripped her bag a little tighter. She did look amazing earlier in that skirt, but Jesus those trousers are perfect.

“Would you like to park in the garage? Since you’re spending the night, it could be safer.”

“Oh, thank you. But I ubered here, since we’re going to the same place tomorrow morning.”

Smart. Venable felt her cheeks warming up. She nodded and stepped aside for Billie to get in. As she did, Billie Dean leaned to peck her lips sweetly. Wilhemina smiled before closing the door behind them. Purpura meowed happily as she stared up at Billie. “Someone missed you,” she chuckled. Already walking to the couch so she could pet the cat, Billie Dean took a seat and set her bag and purse beside her on the floor. Instantly, Purpura jumped on her lap and purred loudly, head bumping on Billie’s chest as Billie Dean caressed her head lovingly, mumbling sweet compliments to the cat. Venable watched as she stood there close to the door still, hand on her cane and eyes glued to the absolutely angelic scene in front of her. She makes herself home so easily… Wilhemina could never feel so comfortable in a place that was not her own, could never just be one within and blend in so well, yet Billie Dean… Billie Dean had barely arrived and she already looked like she belonged to her place—to her life, to her ways, to her heart. Purpura bumped her head more and more against Billie’s chest, receiving pets and little kisses on the nose. What a lucky woman I am. “You’re so beautiful,” she said without really thinking, almost as if Billie Dean wouldn’t be able to hear her.

Honey eyes looked up at Venable, almond in shape from the smile she carried on her lips. “I was just thinking the same about you.” With her free hand, Billie pet the seat next to her on the couch. Promptly, Wilhemina walked there and sat down, cheeks crimson.

“I mean… not only on the outside.” Venable reached for Billie Dean’s knee, caressing it on top of the tights and on a place Purpura was not stepping at. With her own cheeks tinting, Billie reached to caress the hand on her leg. “You make yourself belong so easily…”

“I think that’s your eyes speaking, darling…”

“Either way, it’s beautiful.” Venable leaned to kiss Billie’s cheek. Purpura meowed softly as she stared at them. With a chuckle, Wilhemina used her free hand to pet the cat’s head. “I’ll share only with you,” she said softly.

With the hair on the back of her neck standing up, Billie Dean bit her lower lip. “Are you possessive?”

The question caught Venable off guard. She bit her inner cheek, searching for any signs of discontentment in Billie’s eyes; she found only curiosity and a hint of mischief there. Her cheeks tinted even redder. “No. Just extremely monogamous.”

With the corner of her lips tugging up, Billie Dean hummed. She squeezed the hand underneath her own. How was it possible that Wilhemina Venable simply never failed to be so damn enticing? So damn sensual? So damn classy? “What a coincidence, so am I.” Calm down. Her lower stomach trembled.

She’s teasing me. “So, you’re just mine?” It was safe to tease back, she assumed.

Oof. This time, Billie opened a shy smile as she bit her lower lip. “Yes. Only yours.”

Leaning closer, Venable brushed her lips against Billie Dean’s. She felt the way her breath quivered, and with a small smirk and ignoring all the burning of her cheeks, Wilhemina squeezed Billie’s leg again. “Did you bring the wine?” She whispered.

“Y-yes.” Billie Dean gulped. Even though they were inches apart, she refused to look away from brown eyes. What was this new side of Venable she was getting to experience and explore? I’ve never seen her so confident. The hand on Purpura didn’t move anymore, but only rested against the fuzzy purple sweater.

“Good.” Pulling away without a kiss, Wilhemina smiled to herself at the state she left Billie at; chest quivering, face crimson. A giggle left her lips as she reached for her cane and began to get up. “I’ll go check on the chicken. The glasses are on the center table,” she bobbed her head over to it.

Nodding the best she could, Billie Dean watched as Venable disappeared into the kitchen, with Purpura jumping from her lap and following right behind. Taking a deep breath, she let out a chuckle to herself. “Jesus,” she breathed out. Her palms had begun to sweat a little, and with somewhat wobbly legs Billie got up to open the bottle of wine she had brought. Only now, alone in the living room and with her senses very well aware, did she hear the faint buzzing of the record player. ’It’s a lovely day today,’ it hummed, ’so whatever you’ve got to do, you’ve got a lovely day to do it in, that’s true’. It was indeed a lovely day. Once she had managed to open the bottle, Billie Dean poured them both a glass of wine and sat back down on the couch.  Her heart was just now starting to lose the extra speed it had taken.

“I figured I’d get us some snacks, so we don’t drink on an empty stomach.” Walking back into the living room, Wilhemina held a tray with a few tiny bowls on it. “Peanuts, cashews, cheese, olives and ham. Is that alright?”

“It’s perfect, darling.” Billie reached to make room for the tray on the center table. Once Venable set it down, she sat back beside her on the couch. Billie Dean smiled at her. “I hope you like the wine.”

“I’m sure I will.” Wilhemina reached for a glass and closed her eyes as she leaned closer to smell the liquid. Absolutely rich. A hum escaped her lips. Billie watched her somewhat nervously. “Bordeaux…” Carefully, she took a sip. “Lafite Rothschild?”

With her eyes growing in size, Billie Dean nodded. “Yes, actually. How do you know that?”

Venable smiled as she set her glass back on the table, eyes back on Billie. “The tobacco… it’s kind of unique.”

Blinking twice, Billie Dean let out an amused chuckle. “That’s… really impressive.”

Chuckling back, Wilhemina smiled to herself. “Thank you.” She leaned back against the couch, relaxing as she stared at Billie. She watched as she reached for the glass and took a sip as well, lips tinting purple before she licked them clean. Instinctively, she bit her lower lip. I want to kiss her. Venable felt herself craving for those lips, because how long had it been since they had last kissed? A few hours, probably. It felt like days already.

Taking another sip, Billie set the glass down and popped a small cube of cheese into her mouth. She slowly began to chew on it, back resting on the couch once again. Her eyes met brown ones, and she found in them something awfully similar to love, and perhaps a hint of lust. Her lower stomach trembled. She took a deep breath, reaching for one of Wilhemina’s hands and tangling her fingers in hers. “Can I confess you something?” Venable nodded, eyes already scrunching up lovingly. Billie Dean chuckled to herself, cheeks starting to tint. “Your… you have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh—“ Letting out a surprised laugh, Wilhemina covered her mouth with her free hand. That was definitely unexpected. She’s lying, her head screamed, shut up, Venable shouted back, and this time she managed to actually make it quiet down, for Billie meant safety. “Thank you?” Is that really true?

“You’re welcome,” Billie giggled. She bit her lower lip, fingers caressing Wilhemina’s. She watched how brown eyes seemed to struggle with the dimple of worry between them, that even though faint was still there. She’s doubting it. Once again, Billie Dean felt guilty for her past, even if it didn’t make sense. “I mean it,” she added, softly. “They’ve been on my mind all day.”

Holding back any embarrassed sounds this time, Venable only allowed a shy chuckle to come out. “Thank you,” she repeated. “I—I’ve been, uh, thinking about earlier. A lot.”

“Yeah?” Seeing Wilhemina with such red cheeks would never fail to make Billie melt. She kept on smiling to herself, finding a weird sense of delight in how brown eyes refused for stop on her honey ones.

“Yeah.” Venable nodded. She cleared her throat and reached for an olive, popping it into her mouth right before taking another sip of wine. Her nerves deliciously bubbled up as she could feel Billie Dean’s eyes on her. Leaning back against the couch, she licked her lips clean.

“I don’t think it’s fair you haven’t allowed me a kiss yet.”

Blinking twice, Wilhemina held back the urge to look away and decided she’d play the same game. A hum left her lips. “Have you tried kissing me yet, per chance?”

With the corners of her lips tugging up, Billie nodded slowly. “Touché.” She moved closer, watching how brown oceans focused on her lips. Cupping a cheek with her free hand, Billie Dean was about to collide their lips together when Venable pulled slightly away. She frowned.

Wilhemina bit her lower lip, eyes now on honey ones. “You’re cute when you´re flustered,” she nearly murmured. I barely recognize myself.

Already red cheeks grew even redder, and Billie bit her lip harshly to hold back a gasp. Remaining as collected as she possibly could right now, her fingers moved to caress the base of Venable’s skull, deliciously massaging her scalp there. “So are you,” she murmured back.

This time, it was Wilhemina’s turn to say nod. “Touché,” she whispered before finally meeting their lips together. The fingers tangled in Billie Dean’s slowly let go as she reached to caress Billie’s waist, pulling her closer. Their lips moved as if their kiss were an oasis and they had been lost in the desert for years.

“Mm,” the sound escaped Billie Dean’s throat before she could stop it. Her cheeks threatened to tint impossibly more but she simply did not care. With her now free arm, Billie caressed one of Venable’s legs, fighting the urge to just slip up a little. Not now. Too much, to fast. She squeezed the flesh there softly, tongue dancing alongside Wilhemina’s as her lower stomach twisted and turned even more. Flashes and more flashes of earlier invaded her mind, from the pretty lace Venable had on, to just how absolutely gorgeous her breasts looked covered by it, and to how utterly delicious they felt under her lips. I might go insane. Billie Dean was consciously aware of her touches by that point, careful not to be too rough.

The only thing Billie’s hum did for Wilhemina was to leave her ears tingling. Her hand squeezed the curve of Billie’s waist, and she couldn’t help but take a deep, shaky breath. I need to compose myself. Composing oneself was fucking hard when Billie Dean was there, kissing her lips and slowly going down her jawline. “Mgh,” Venable bent her head back, coral lips instantly peppering the skin of her neck with kisses. The position was weird now, but Wilhemina didn’t have the mind to adjust herself.

I need her. Billie’s mind screamed. I need her and I need her desperately. With her lips tingling, Billie Dean twisted her body the best she could to reach Venable’s neck. It was still uncomfortable. Without really thinking, she moved to straddle Wilhemina, each thigh on each side of her body. Hands instantly caressed her hips, pulling Billie closer and closer. Underneath her, Billie Dean watched as Venable threw her head back and closed her eyes, lips red and swallowed from their kiss. Slow. We’re going slow. The words were something Billie had to always remind herself, for resisting Wilhemina was a war right now. With her thumb carefully placed under Venable’s jaw, Billie Dean leaned closer and placed an open-mouthed kiss right on her pulse point, taking her time to savor each and every curve of her delicate skin. “You always smell so good,” she murmured, soon allowing the pad of tongue to sooth the place there.

With the delicious weight of Billie’s body on top of her, Wilhemina could only hum. Her hands slowly passed up and down Billie Dean’s tight covered thighs. I want to go under her dress. She squeezed Billie’s hips. “I…” Venable murmured as a sigh.

“Yes?” Murmuring against the skin, Billie Dean now kissed the other side of Wilhemina’s neck, free hand using the backrest as support. She’s quivering.

I don’t even know. Venable simply hummed again. Her hands went down and up again, but this time she allowed them to follow an inch up inside the dress. On the cusp of her ear, Billie whined lowly. The hair on Wilhemina’s neck stood up. She gulped. Gosh. “Can I?” She managed to whisper. Instantly, Billie Dean nodded. Venable bit her lower lip, hands nearly trembling as she began to move them up and under the dress, caressing the outer parts of Billie’s beautiful thighs, digits dangerously close to the curve of her ass.

“Mgh,” Billie Dean whimpered, back subconsciously arching as her lips moved up and to Wilhemina’s again. She kissed her with gusto, stopping to pull on her lower lip before kissing her again, tasting the Holy wine.

It was becoming too much for Venable to handle, and so she had no choice but to move her hands up and cup Billie’s butt gently, nearly asking permission to do so; when Billie Dean insisted against her palms, however, Wilhemina gave herself full permission to actually feel them. Her heart skipped a beat. She gulped. Jesus Christ. It felt just like she had imagined it would, and the memory of herself, weeks ago, touching her own body as she imagined the exact situation she was at right now was enough to engulf Venable’s body in lust and a tiny bit of shame—one that passed by unnoticed, for the other with no doubts won the battle. It was so fucking erotic. “Fuck,” she murmured against Billie’s lips. Billie Dean pulled back just slightly, smirking softly as she stared at her with those seductive honey eyes.

“You sound so good,” Billie murmured, leaning to peck Wilhemina slowly. With her cheeks red, Venable nibbled on Billie Dean’s lip before pulling slightly away. Her palms delicately massaged the fat against them, pulling Billie even closer. Billie Dean could feel her underwear already sticking to herself. Just a touch and I can barely handle myself. Never had that happened in her life, and even though absolutely torturous, Billie definitely enjoyed it. She bucked her hips, grinding on nothing at all, eyes still deeply staring at brown ones. It was Wilhemina’s turn to let out a small whimper, eyes looking away from Billie Dean’s for a second. Fuck me I want to hear more. Billie leaned closer and kissed those lips again, hips finding a slow, delicious rhythm that was soon picked up by Venable, whom now helped her move gently, hands helping on the movement.

Growing uncomfortably wet between her thighs, Wilhemina let out a sigh as she focused on just feeling all that was happening. Her heart had been pleasantly beating inside her head for a while now, and all her senses seemed to be turned off for any and every thing that was not Billie Dean. Floratta Blue lingered in the air, and with the reminder of it, Venable moved to kiss down to Billie’s neck, taking her time to move her lips against every single inch of skin she found there, tongue eventually making contact with it all. Wilhemina’s lower stomach took a turn, and she couldn’t help but to squeeze Billie’s butt a little harsher. On top of her, Billie Dean had already settled her arms to rest around her neck, never once allowing it to slip even an inch south and close to Wilhemina’s spine. I’m safe. Venable felt comfortable with what they were doing, just like she had felt this morning. Do not get into your head right now, she scolded herself before the chance of a bad though occurring. Kissing up to Billie’s right ear, Wilhemina felt herself growing brave, taking strength out of seemingly nowhere—an impulse, a gush of fresh air. “Sometimes,” she started, low and slow. “I can’t help but stare at you… at your legs… at your ass…” Her cheeks were burning, but Venable simply couldn’t manage to care. Stop. You’re embarrassing yourself. She ignored the voice.

With a low hum and a teasing smile, Billie Dean made sure to arch her back a tiny bit more. When had she ever heard Wilhemina talk like that? Feel safe enough to actually do so? Billie was not taking it for granted at all. The hair on her neck stood up. Her body filled with goosebumps. Go under the tights, she wanted to say, go under and touch it all… scratch me, bite me, spank me, do whatever you please. Instead, she took a deep breath, for Venable should be the one to decide when she felt ready and comfortable to explore more of Billie Dean’s body. Her insides, however, never stopped twisting and turning. “Do you like them?” She breathed out.

“Yes,” Wilhemina was quick to answer before placing a kiss right under Billie’s ear. “Yes, I do.” With a content hum, Billie Dean reached to cup Venable’s cheeks as gently as she could at the state she found herself at, pulling her up for another kiss. Wilhemina felt herself melting, tongue dancing around Billie’s, body tingling. This is enough. Stop it before you make a fool of yourself again. Except, Venable didn’t know if she actually could, for her body seemed to be on autopilot and commanded by something awfully similar to desire. She gulped. I want to have her. I need to have her. I love her. Was she even ready for it? Was she ready for Billie Dean to see the worst part of herself? To see her back, to see her spine and all the turns it took? Panic began to crawl inside her chest, clearly telling her no, demanding she stopped it, demanding she gave in once again. Wilhemina gulped yet again, struggling to keep her pace on their kiss. One of her hands softly moved up, resting on the small of Billie’s back, caressing it and trying to ground herself back to reality. I’m fully clothed, I’m safe. Her back rested against the couch a little firmer. Her heart kept on beating fast, but it no longer felt good. No, no no no, not now. Not again. Venable squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the growing feeling inside her chest.

Billie Dean was no fool; she had felt the way Wilhemina had gotten stiff out of nowhere. Her hips stopped in place, and as she was about to pull away, the oven in the kitchen began to beep continuously, letting them know that whatever was cooking was ready and nearly burning. They pulled away. Venable took a deep breath. Billie offered her a soft smile. Even though Wilhemina smiled back, she knew it was, without a doubt, time to stop. “That damn oven,” she played, for perhaps it was best to act as if she didn’t know the turmoil that was passing inside Venable’s beautiful head.

Thank God. Chuckling, Wilhemina nodded. Both of her hands now caressed Billie Dean’s back. Brown eyes stared at the woman on top of her, with lips red, breath labored, pupils dilated… angel. Venable desperately wished she could just go and be a normal person, a normal adult in love with another. I have never been normal. She blinked. “Let me go get it.” Wilhemina lovingly pecked Billie one more time before she began to get up, lip caught between her teeth, face scrunching up with tears out of nowhere. Quickly, she walked to the kitchen.

[munipe]

helloo!! gosh im actually really new to the fandom and i have been enjoying your fics they're sooo well written!!

what about saiki and reader baking together?

and there's just these little moments where they accidentally brush fingers/hips, caught each other's eyes, or stare at the other a little bit too long that they messed up the batter they were stirring

just those little moments because i loveee the tension haha!! and maybe in the end the big moment would be saiki and the reader enjoying the sweet they made and then the reader casually wipes off a smudge of cream from the corners of saiki's mouth saying that he got something there before licking the cream themself and went right back to eating hahah!! and maybe then would saiki realise the gravity of his growing feelings for the reader

sorry this is so lengthy!! i just like to yap a little bit!!

Thank yoj so much, it’s so motivating to hear that people do enjoy my writing even if it’s something I do free-lanced-ly. 😭💜

My eyelash literally poked my lower lid at the right angle to prick me while I was writing this

Also yes, I did search up a strawberry cake recipe for this

Home ec. was already such a pain. His friends always pestered him; they were never good at baking. In hindsight, just agreeing to them probably would’ve let him avoid what he felt for you a little more—an undeniable ‘tolerance’ for one of the few people he’s accepted as part of his life. Your parents were friends, so clearly you two had to be friends by extension, tradition, if you will. Agreeing to your oh so gracious request to bake with you because your friend was absent, was a grave mistake.

The task was simple—a simple damned strawberry cake with four layers.

1.PREPARE THE CAKE(S)

“Can you pass me the butter milk and separate the egg yolks from the white?” You asked him as you opened and measured out some cake flour on a scale and measuring cup. Once it was measured, you grab another bowl while he hands you the butter milk. Your fingers brush momentarily—barely. You sift the flour in gently. As you do, he separates the yolks.

Truthfully, he doesn’t mind you running the ship. You seemed in your element— baking and murmuring gentle commands, it was almost cute. As you fold the flour in, he finally slips the egg yolks in.

“Mix it for me?” Though it was a statement, you proposed it like a question. He wouldn’t mind. He took the bowl and gently mixed it. He had to be careful, his strength could accidentally whip it too fast and god knows what could happen. As he mixes, you reach for the egg whites in another bowl that was to his right, arm dipping under his. He watches you, carefully. He’d be sure to erase your memory of this if you found out he was watching.

He watches as you whisk the egg whites into peaks, before adding in sugar. He wanted to point out that some of the puffy whites got on the corner of your mouth when you taste tested it after the sugar, but he didn’t—it was oddly endearing.

“Saiki, I think thats enough mixing,” you smile sheepishly at him, glancing at the batter he’s definitely been mixing too long. It wasn’t like it’d mess up the cake completely, but he didn’t want to be that guy in a group project. Wordlessly, he hands the batter over and watches you fold the whites in. For a moment, he finds himself seeing things. He sees you in the kitchen, bowl in hand, maybe a baby to your hip with maybe a dog barking—whatever you wanted. For a moment, he thinks he’s insane.

He is insane when he sees you make eye contact with him. “Something on my mouth?” You murmur. He points to the corner of your mouth. You huff and lick it away quickly before pouring the batter into a lined cake pan. Three more to go. So you both mixed and mixed away before putting the four cake batters into the ovens.

2.PREPARE THE FROSTING AND STRAWBERRIES

He was near death, he thinks. He had been tasked with cutting the strawberries, and sugaring them, while you were making the frosting—buttercream. You mixed it softly as he gently sliced strawberries. Soon, your hands were buttery, and his, full of strawberry juice.

“Opinions?” You offer him some of the buttercream on your finger. He wasn’t sure what to do—how to react. Yes, you two have been friends for years. Yes, you two have gotten comfortable enough to casually offer each other food. Yes, you two have fed each other out of boredom. No, he’s never licked butter cream off your finger.

Tentatively, he tastes the buttercream off of your finger. He tilts his head with thought.

‘Add another drop of vanilla extract’

He still doesn’t think he’ll reveal his powers to you—not yet. You nod and go back to making the butter cream. He stands, staring down at the strawberries. They were sliced, laid on a plate, sugar dusted over them. He looks back to you.

Wordlessly, he holds a strawberry slice to your lips. He watches as you bite down on it and take it in between your lips.

You hum as you chew. “Sweet.”

3.ASSEMBLE THE CAKE

After letting the cakes cool down properly, it was finally time to assemble the monstrosity. You layered the four, short cakes, with a layer of frosting in between. He had been tasked with spinning the cake table while you frosted. He hadn’t realized how close you’d be. He could smell the remaining sugar on you—the sweetness of domesticity. How gentle it was, when you laughed and told him to spin it a little faster. It was possibly the most rewarding moment of this little adventure. The cake was a product of your efforts. As you scrape down the frosting with a spreader, you hum.

He begins to lay the strawberry slices as you pipe dollops of frosting on the edges. Gently, your creation came to be. You huff softly and look up at him in satisfaction. Yet, as he looks back down, he sees your eyes focused on his cheek.

“Y’got somethin’ there, Sai…” You mumble as you smudge some frosting off of his pale skin with your thumb, only to gently lick it off your fingertip. He had thought he heard every nickname he could from his mother, but Sai, was something you made, and it held.

Other than the insane beating of his heart, and the absolute fight of using cryokinesis to cool his body but also not to freeze everything in the room—he was totally fine. He was normal about what you did—most definitely. He wasn’t. He wasn’t sure what he would do with his head. He wasn’t sure on what to do with the idea of you two baking in twenty years time.

He was whipped.

Did you guys see the pun at the end. hahahah

Ik its unrealistic to make a 4 layer cake in a single home ec period—but pretend, okay

[carpesabrina]

"Mhmm yes, no killing people. We'll think of a single if I'm super uncomfortable need you to like beat someone up. Maybe scrunching my nose." She said. It had to be something that she didn't do often, but something that he could still see when he was pretty far away from her. "I promise if you took me to a crappy place, I'd still fuck you. Just more of a comfy bed makes it better." She teased. She tilted her head as she thought about the names that he was labelling off for her. She was all for calling him daddy in the bedroom. It was sexy. But she also knew she didn't want to be called anything like mommy or mama. She was aware those were popular in that community, but she could never see herself being called that when it came to intimacy. "Not mama or queen." She told him, scrunching her nose as she thought about the other two that he said. "Maybe Mistress. Ohh or goddess. Because I'm already your goddess." She laughed at the thought of the cops getting called on them. "Oh god, no. Could you imagine we're both standing their butt naked trying to convince the cops that you did not break into my room and that you're my partner? Now that would make the damn headlines on TMZ. Probably blurred pics of our bodies and all." She shook her head at the thought. It would be embarrassing in a whole, but worse because of who she was. How easy it was for something like that to come out. Which is why she was always careful when she was out in public. At least when she was sober and was thinking straight. "Send Winnie to the backyard and lock the cats up in the office. They'll be fine. for a few hours." She leaned up and kissed him again, her hand moving between them, "Round two and then sleep?" She asked as she wrapped her hand around him and started stroking him. After he agreed, Sabrina moved on top of him. After another round of making love, the two fell asleep tangled in each other's arms.

The rest of the week had went by fast between their little mexico trip and her family coming to New York. She was busy most of Saturday with the girls, and then Sunday they had a quick family dinner with her mom, sisters, and max's family. She was loving how well that their families got together. She had always worried about them clashing or just plain out hating each other. They were as different as Max and Sabrina were. But things always worked out in her favor. By the time Monday came around, Sabrina was ready for alone time with Max. Only to be reminded that they were in fact wrestling together. she was nervous about this one. When she had mentioned her fantasy about him fucking her in the ring, she was fully expecting it was gonna be that. But no, he added on the wrestling. "You're gonna be shirtless, correct? Trunks and no shirt? None of that onesie bullshit you've been rocking during Dynamite?" She asked, a hint of laughter in her voice as she spoke. Hey, if he wasn't gonna be shirtless for her during filming, he could at least do it that day so she could stare at him for a moment. Actually, him shirtless might be a bit too distracting for her. She linked her arm with his as she followed him into the building. She had been here before with him when he'd invite her to work out with him. She got to meet a few of his friends while here. Some of them sharing stories from his training days with her. She loved learning the Max he was before, even if his personality hadn't changed much in the ten years that he had been wrestling. "Alright, let me go get this gear on." She said as she grabbed the bag and went into the locker room. She changed out of her clothes and into the gear that he had gotten for her. She was worried it wouldn't look good on her body type, but it had. He knew what he was doing and she just had to trust the process. Sabrina had brought some makeup, so she did a quick layer just to spruce up her look, adding some pink eyeshadow to match the outfit she had on. And then she ran her brush through her hair. "Alright baby, I'm ready." She said as she walked out to go find Max.

Max had been through his own trauma of being called too much, too arrogant, too weird because of his condition and how he would lose his thoughts or forget what he was doing at times. Sabrina accepted him flaws and all. She had proven that at the restaurant when his brain shut down from being so nervous with all the paparazzi and body guards on what was supposed to be a romantic date. She could have laughed, broken up with him for being so weird but she didn't instead she squeezed his hand and rubbed it while giving his brain time to slow down again. He wasn't some mentally challenged person to her where all his life kids had made him feel like he was awkward and didn't belong. Wrestling had been his salvation but away from it, he was still a mess but he was her mess and she loved him regardless. He loved that she wanted him with her instead of telling him that facetime would do and flying away for months. He trusted her but he knew his mind would wonder why she didn't want him with her. They had never had to cross that bridge because she loved having him there no matter what time he got in if he was working. She was showing him not only her world but the actually world as they with country to country together. "We're on the same page baby. I'm excited to watch people try to pick you up and you shoot them down or me scare them off. I promise no killing anyone unless absolutely necessary. " He laughed thinking about Vegas, she would never let him live that down but no one touches his wife. "Has to be expensive because I can't expect to pick you up and take you to some crappy place. I want to make sure i get laid." He couldn't help but chuckle and place a kiss to her lips. "Yeah? I'm down with that. Whatever you want to do to me, you're in control. You need to think of what you want me to call you? Mistress, Lady, Queen, Mama, is there some for dominant personality you like being called?" He nods and stokes her arm and sides. "Definitely because I don't need anyone calling the cops about me breaking into a hotel or something. That would be weird and you'll be more comfortable at home for something like that. We'll have to put the babies up so they don't attack me since my face will be covered at first."

[amberluvsbugs]

That's a wrap for MomoCon 2025 ;O; I met so many wonderful people this year, it was so amazing getting to see everyone again and hang out. I kinda wish that I had more time to sit down and chill, but there was just SO much to do gRAHHH I got a pretty big haul for con merch, and I EVEN GOT SOME PHYSICAL FAN ART FROM PEEPS… I'M EXTREMELY HUMBLED😭 I'm still processing that it's already over haha Can't wait for next year <3 @bamsara It was so good to see you again by when I get you, it's so over for you I SWEAR GRGRGGRGGR/pos

[clowndensation]

i was like no literally but then thought about it and you especially would know a thing or two about that wouldn't you. 😭 and the hamborghini dude's only got a snapback on his head. bro's fucked!!! one small twig and it's over for him.

yeah, i was looking at his lack of helmet like 😔 good luck bud...

genuinely gives me a shiver down my spine just imagining it though. like i was probably hitting about 12-13mph during my crash, and i had the benefit of twisting during the fall so i landed more on my side than directly on my face. 20mph on those wheels, you're most certainly falling straight on your face + having no time to react due to how close to the ground you are... well. haha. ha.

[daz4i]

grumbling grumpily bc i unfortunately have to admit that i am indeed getting better >:( like i actually feel excitement again for example. smh. i look forward to going out and being with people??? i am way more agreeable to trying new things and i let myself approach them with an open mind so i often end up enjoying them??? this isn't me this isn't my heart .

[luna-the-cretar]

My toxic trait is seeing that a book is damn near 700 pages long, and thinking “yeah, I can flip through it in no time”

No. No I cannot. And it also makes me scared for when the physical book comes in, because that thing is gonna be HEAVY. Like, I’m sure I could use that motherfucker as a weapon if I wanted to.

[bumpinbonnie]

Low Self esteem Tim drake lmao

[icharchivist]

god Merlin 1x04 is still peak. Merlin drinking poison instead of Arthur to save his life. Arthur disobeying his father to look for a cure no matter what. Merlin spending his whole suffering, dying, mumbling Arthur's name in his sleep begging for him to come back lest he falls into a trap. Arthur refusing to give up. Merlin casting magic to save Arthur and lead him away from the cure to save him instead. Arthur refusing to listen and endangering himself for the cure still. Arthur smuggling and hiding the cure, begging his father to give Merlin the cure even if Arthur had to be locked away for months as long as saving Merlin was possible. Arthur still smuggling the cure back to Merlin at all cost. episode 1x04 my beloved.

[hl-obsessed]

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[livestosave]

@ein-schnee-sturm asked: “No matter what happens, you will always have me.” James had been her safe harbor in the maelstrom of everything that had happened after she ‘ran away’ to Atlas Academy. And with everything happening now — with Salem at their gates — the least Winter could do, was return his care and love with every fiber of her being.

She had been in his office.

Not Her, perhaps, but a shadow of her...a shade that could interact with him well enough. It had been years since he had been physically intimidated by anyone, backed into a literal corner, made to cower, like some frightened child-

He drew a deep breath, shaking his head and trying to banish the whispers at the edges of his mind. He dared to glance at the twisted, half-melted metal of his left arm as he did so, grimacing. Replacing the prosthetic would take time, leave him...handicapped, at the moment. Left him feeling even more helpless as he stared out his office window, aware that it might the last time anyone did so.

James turned slightly at the voice, some tension easing in his shoulders as he realized who had entered his office. And if he felt a smile - soft, warm, loving - slip through his defenses, well. Who could really blame him, here at the near-end of it all? The next day, maybe three, would determine his fate. There was some comfort in that.

"No matter what happens..." His smile softened, even as he turned from his window to look at her fully. His good hand reached out - careful, mindful - to rest delicately on her shoulder, dark sapphire eyes taking her in warmly. "Quite a promise, Miss Schnee."

He hesitated a moment, but his voice only softened. "I've...never been quite sure how you regard me. Never wanted to...presume. But I am so proud of you, Winter."

And if, as he was beginning to suspect, he didn't survive the storm that now lingered in a giant whale on their doorstep? He would not go into that final battle without saying it aloud. He suddenly wished he'd said it sooner, but...well. This would have to do.

[arolesbianism]

Thinks oh so hard abt the spiraling upwards clan founders, especially the birchclan founders. Silly lil kitties who's pasts are drenched in blood with the primary regret of not drawing it sooner

[pierogipete]

ngl i didn't think i was gonna write today, but i managed it somehow lol

posted the next chapter and got a review pointing out something i was really proud of so i'm going to be riding that high as long as i can

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