#and seeing him in rough magic picked me up

[wildsaltair]

Alex Ross has never done anything wrong in his entire life, with no exceptions

[keeps-ache]

ggghhg i hate vehiclessssssss ghghghhghhhhh [dies dies dies forever]

[syluss-littlecrow]

better than the devil

<sylus x fem!reader>

where you find out if Sylus really has horns, and why he avoids letting you touch them

genre/warnings: smut, pwp, unprotected sex, size kink (i mean bro is PACKING), breeding kink, sylus’s horns are ✨sensitive✨, dirty talk, sexual tension, missionary, a fuck ton of horn play, horny horns, cumming untouched, orgams galore!, so much cum♡

w/c: 2.9K

a/n: gotta thank the loml @bro-atz for helping me with this a little ehehehe >:) I hope this destroyed yall as much as this destroyed me to write it!!🥹

They say he takes the form of some dragon-like creature—with large black horns and wings. 

The first time you witnessed it with your own two eyes was when he choked out a serpent wanderer ten times his size before it got to you. You were semi-conscious at that point of time, the fatigue threatening to take over, but you had caught a glimpse of his silhouette—two thick appendages that curled proudly past his dirty silver hair, and large wings that hung off his back—before you blacked out. 

“Staring at me isn’t going to get any of your curiosities satisfied”, Sylus snaps you out of your thoughts. Your gaze flickers to his face, but Sylus has his eyes on his phone. 

Then his gaze shifts to you. 

“What are you thinking about, sweetie?”

Of course, you couldn’t just tell him outright that you wanted to see him magically grow his horns out of his head. You doubt even Luke and Kieran have seen it themselves. 

“Your horns.”

Sylus lowers his phone onto his lap, then he cocks an eyebrow, which turns to a furrow in seconds. 

“What gave you the idea that I grew horns?” He asks, his tone laced with mock and caution. His attention is fully on you now. 

Yeah, maybe that was not a good question to ask. Then again, being around someone as direct as Sylus had made you pick up his mannerisms quite a fair bit. 

“Nothing really”, you brush off, attempting to derail the conversation before something goes wrong. “I’m just curious.”

“Talk”, Sylus demands, albeit in a soft tone. “I’m listening.” 

His crimson eyes burn a hole into your head, and you now only realise the way he has you cornered on his couch, his large frame looming over yours. 

You sigh, realising he’s not about to let it go anytime soon. 

“A few weeks ago, during one of the battles we had, where I almost died-“

“Get to the point, sweetie”, Sylus cuts, seeing through your guise. 

You pout. “Right. Before I blacked out, I saw you appear right in front of me, with horns.”

Sylus raises his eyebrows, seemingly in amusement. “You sure you weren’t hallucinating?”

He earns a smack on his chest. You’re ready to let him disprove you further or whatever, but your body jolts when you feel Sylus snake his arms around your waist before he carries you effortlessly off the corner of the couch and onto his lap. 

You watch his eyes grow soft when he locks his gaze with yours. His expression is unreadable.

Your eyes widen in amazement when the thick pair of horns curl past his locks, the black a stark contrast with his white hair. He looks like he’s wearing bows in a funny, demonic type of way. Not that he has to know that. 

You continue to stare at his horns, visually taking in the rough yet smooth texture and patterns that run downwards as the horns grow thicker towards the base. 

“What are you really?” You wonder aloud, your fingers reaching out to feel the interesting texture of his horns, only for him to pull away quickly.

“It’s not the right time for you to know”, he replies curtly. You notice the glint of concern in his eyes, shrouded under the indifferent expression he wears. 

So you decide to leave it for now, at least. 

Nonetheless, it doesn’t stop you from annoying the ever-loving shit out of Sylus about his horns once you found out about it.

He would stare at you with his eyebrows furrowed, muttering that he should have never told you about his horns, only for you to bat your eyelashes at him, much to his annoyance. 

“At least let me touch them if you’re not gonna tell me more about them”, you would whine. With a frown, he would push your forehead with a finger, giving you his standard answer.

"No."

“Then could you at least tell me why you won’t let me touch your horns?”

He would rest his thumb and index finger on his chin, feigning a thinking stance before his expression drops deadpan and then the curt answer leaves his lips.

“No.”

You’re putting this right next to when you were fighting for your life to get that fucking brooch months ago. 

While the thought continues to eat into your curiosity, you mostly let Sylus off the hook after a while. For some reason, you’ve been noticing that Sylus has been walking around his mansion with his horns freely out. Maybe because he’s shown you his full horns once that’s why?

Or he’s just straight-up taunting you. 

You feign nonchalance, only stealing glances at the thick appendage that stood out against his pale locks from time to time, but never really bringing it up to him, for now at least.

You hear the raindrops patter against the large windows of Sylus's room one afternoon. At least the heavy clouds are hiding the sun on top of the dark curtains drawn, and it makes Sylus's rest a little more comfortable. 

He's sound asleep beside you on his bed, but you're seated up on your phone, the sound of the rain also slowly luring you to grow sleepy. You stretch a little, careful not to wake the male beside you. Sylus grunts softly, and you feel his hair tickle your thighs.

Through your peripherals, something catches your attention. The black on white is undoubtedly hard to miss.

Now that Sylus seems dead asleep, you're considering taking a chance to take a closer look at his horns, and maybe even touch them. 

Carefully, you shift your weight closer to Sylus, monitoring his expressions and movements. When the coast is clear, you lean closer, staring at his horns with much amazement. It's a lot different now that you're this up close to admire them. 

His horns aren't simply a simple shade of jet black–at different angles, you notice how the scales of his horns shimmer like an oil spill under the soft light. Close up, the base of his horns are thick, and as it extends, it curls, almost fully wrapping around his head. 

“So pretty”, you mutter to yourself. Your fingers are reached out as if by instinct, barely inches away from touching his pretty crown. 

You pause, weighing the risks of attempting to touch his horns. How fucked would you be if you actually did? 

Your eyes scan Sylus’s calm sleeping face. He doesn't seem to have even noticed his horns have grown out. 

“It’s just a little touch, he won't feel it anyways”, you convince yourself softly, your resolve firming as your curiosity begins to bubble over your rationale.

You let your fingers brush his horn, feeling the cold and scaly texture beneath your fingertips. Your eyes are sparkling in amazement even more, now that your curiosity has been satisfied. You press your fingertips onto the appendage, enjoying how nice and cool it feels to the touch.

Just then, you hear Sylus groan slightly. Your hand immediately retracts before you fully freeze, watching the way he presses his head against your leg, his eyebrows slightly scrunched before it returns back to relaxed. 

Close call. 

You obviously don’t learn your lesson, because your fingers are on his horns almost immediately once more. You grow more curious about the feeling of running your palm across his horns this round. 

So you do.

Your hand starts from the thick base, and you stroke it, following the horn's curl, enjoying the way the texture of the scales run smooth under your palm.

And then Sylus makes a sound beneath you. You squint in curiosity, wondering if you heard it right.

So you run your hand from his tip to the base this time. 

And this time, Sylus lets out another moan. You definitely did not hear wrong. 

Your cheeks are slowly flushing when you realise what you're doing to him. But for some reason, it makes you want to do it more.

So this is why he doesn't want you touching his horns? 

With a cheeky smile, you run your fingers along his horns in various ways and places, eliciting more pretty and erotic reactions from Sylus. 

You giggle to yourself, trying to ignore how he's making you aroused with all the noises he's making with every stroke you give his horns. 

You want to go for the next round, wondering how far you can take this.

Obviously not very far, because the next time you do, Sylus’s hand catches your wrist before you're about to touch his horns again.

He stares at you with half-lidded eyes, pink dusted on his cheeks and his breathing shallow.

“Are you having fun, kitten?” He asks with a frown.

Fuck.

You feign a smile, trying to wave your hand from his grip, of course, your attempts futile. 

Sylus’s other arm curls around your thighs, locking you from leaving the bed while Sylus lets his sleep leave his body from the rude interruption. 

“Denying me of satisfying my curiosity only makes it worse”, you shrug. Well, if only Sylus had just let you have a little touch…

The corner of Sylus’s lips pull up to a half smirk. 

“Right”, Sylus replies, a hint of annoyance and something else laced in his tone before he shifts above you in one swift motion, trapping you underneath him on his bed. 

“Then, I'm sure you don't have to be reminded that actions have consequences?”

You swallow hard. 

His hand that grabbed yours is placed on his chest, and he forces you to trail down his body, feeling his thick chest, then his abs under your touch, all the way down until he stops you right on his thick erection.

“You should take responsibility, don't you think?” Sylus asks with a raised eyebrow. 

You know it's pointless even attempt to escape when he’s devouring your lips like he hasn't eaten in days. It's so intoxicating. You would never admit your greed, but Sylus knows you well enough to feed you so good. You want to pull him so impossibly close.

In between breathless kisses, your warm hands trail from his biceps to his shoulders, to his neck, and right to his hair.

You test waters–letting your fingers rake through his hair, grazing the base of his horns. You get his green light when he doesn't swat you off, on the contrary, it makes Sylus grow more desperate in the kiss.

You confidently stroke his horn, from base to tip once more, and the moans that leave Sylus’s lips sound like fucking heaven. 

His crimson eyes finally meet yours, and he almost looks like he's in pain. 

“If you keep doing that–ngh–” Sylus trails off with another strained moan when the sensation of you stroking his horn buzzes right to his cock that he has shut his eyes to hold back. 

“This?” you tease, sliding your palm down to his base once more, rubbing the scaly appendage, watching him failing at trying to keep his composure. 

“Fuck”, he hisses, diving into your lips once more, eating you up. 

He pulls away briefly, pressing his lips just below your ear.

“You’re gonna be taking responsibility, kitten.”

He presses himself close onto you, so close that you feel his cock just pulsing against your pelvis, only separated by his black sweats. Sylus takes your chin in his fingers and steals your breath away once more, uncontrollably grunting with every stroke your hands play with his horns. You feel his cock twitch, then pulse before the feeling of warmth spreads across your skin, accompanied by a long, drawn out moan in your mouth.

It makes you dizzy with bliss, realising what you've done to him. 

Sylus pulls away once more, catching his breath, his eyes reflecting something more feral when you met his. 

But all you do is flash a cheeky smile at him, letting your fingers caress his cheek. 

His fingers tug at the waistband of your shorts and he yanks them off, almost growing feral for the second time when his eyes meet the sight of the way your pussy is glistening so much that a wet and thin string of arousal sticks itself in between your pussy and your soaked panties. 

Well, Sylus is holding the short end of the stick anyway, because when he tugs his sweats down, your heartbeat accelerates as your eyes land on his cock–thick, red and completely covered in white and thick cum, some staining his underwear, twitching slightly with dribbles of cum seeping past his cockhead when the fabric brushes past his balls. 

He looks so fucking delicious when he's messy like that. Shit.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself, staring at me like that”, he teases. He doesn't even look embarrassed.

“Maybe I should play with your horns more often”, you reply with a smile. Sylus narrows his eyes at you, his expression mixed with annoyance and affection. His fingers press against your soaking clit, enjoying the way the smile on your face gets wiped, replaced with a contorted expression of pleasure when he rubs it in slow circles. 

“I’m strongly against that idea, sweetie”, Sylus responds, leaning in to take in the expression of your mind slowly growing dumb and blank just from his slender fingers rubbing you out. “It’ll give you a little too much leverage over me.”

Through the hazy and building pleasure, you still manage to reply, “that's the whole point.”

Sylus only smiles at your reply, his fingers leaving your clit. You're about to protest, that is, until he grabs you by your hips, dragging you closer to him, then pressing your knees to your chest, before his wet cock slowly enters you from below. He watches your face contort in pleasure–your eyes rolling back and your eyebrows furrowed–while soaking in the fucking delicious feeling of your cunt warm and wrapped around his cock. 

“S-so good”, you whimper, his fullness knocking out any ounce of breath and sense out of you at a dangerous pace the his cock inches even deeper into you.

“Such a nice and warm pussy hole”, Sylus grits, pushing himself even deeper, his control slipping when he's buried himself all the way in. “Fuck, you're so good for me, kitten.”

You're clawing his pillows when Sylus starts fucking you, and you're looking at Sylus with such a glazed out expression–and you know it drives him fucking crazy. His palm rests on the bulge that his cock is pushing every time he enters you, and it makes your thighs shake. Your moans grow in pitch and tone on top of the sounds of lewd wet skin slapping. 

He lets you wrap your legs around his waist in return for letting him scatter love bites across your neck.

So you decide that it’s the perfect time to aim for his sensitive spots once more.

Your fingers tug against his scalp, then alternating to stroking his horns once more, throwing Sylus into another round of pleasured daze. 

You feel his cock fill you up even more, and it makes you greedy to how far you can push it.

“I really should make you regret this”, Sylus mutters, failing to suppress another groan when your fingers scratch against the base. 

His thrusts become more like ruts, his cockhead hitting your g-spot over and over as payback. Sylus sprouts a satisfied smirk as he watches you completely come undone on his cock. You throw your head back while stars flicker in and out of your vision. The pleasure is growing so fucking good that you're choking on your moans too. 

“Right there! Fuck, that feels so fucking good, Sylus”, you sob through wet lashes and heavy pants. 

Sylus is mesmerised by your pretty expressions and the pretty sounds you always make for him when he's breaking you apart. 

Maybe you finding out about his sensitive horns is his punishment for indulging in these sick pleasures. Nonetheless, he still wouldn't have any other way.

Your hands find his horns once more, and he falters for a split second. But he doesn't shake you off since he's much too focused on trying to force an orgasm out of you.

Your pussy squeezes him before it starts uncontrollably fluttering against his cock. Ah, his goal is slowly being fulfilled.

As your orgasm dangles above you, you react with periodical squeezes on his cock and his horns, which definitely draws a much larger reaction from Sylus. 

“So close”, you whine, your orgasm slowly filling the crevices of your brain, plunging you deep into pleasure. Your cunt clenches on his cock, and you unintentionally yank his horns.

Sylus fucking growls, pressing himself so fucking deep into you, his cum fucking spurting into you–so much that some is leaking out from your plugged pussy hole and onto the bed. 

He pulls his cock out momentarily, letting his cum ooze from his cockhead, his eyes darting to the loads seeping out of your hole, before he slides his cock into you once more. You gasp at the fullness, another squeeze to his horns, which only stimulates Sylus once more, and his cock fills you up with another warm and sticky load. 

He’s panting, but he musters his energy to meet your eyes. 

“Sweetie”, he calls out to you amidst his dick attempting to take over his brain. “If you don't get your hands off, your pussy won't be able to hold anymore, I guarantee.”

He's met with a fucked-out and sly grin from his partner. 

“And I thought you enjoyed challenges.”

Sylus scoffs at your comment, realising that he really has to teach his kitten a lesson to not touch things that aren't hers.

[ari-ana-bel-la]

would you mind writing Charles with a toddler daughter doing the "seeing if our toddler would share" trend? 💕 maybe with Arthur as an extra?

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It was a quiet off-season afternoon in Monaco, the kind of golden, warm day that made the breeze from the sea feel like a kiss against the cheeks. Charles had the day off, and so did his little brother, Arthur. The apartment was filled with soft music, the occasional crash of toy cars in the living room, and the melodic hums of a small voice singing to her stuffed lion, Leo.

“Papa,” called a high, soft voice from down the hall, “Leo needs a doctor!”

Charles, already smiling before he even turned around, called back, “Doctor Papa is on his way! Just let me find my stethoscope.”

Arthur chuckled from the kitchen counter where he was unwrapping a package of freshly baked cookies they’d picked up that morning. “You’re lucky she picked you as the doctor. I was Nurse Thuthur last time and got yelled at for giving Leo the ‘wrong medicine.’”

“That’s because you tried to feed him strawberry jam,” Charles said with mock disapproval, setting his phone against a jar of honey and adjusting the angle.

“He had a sore throat!” Arthur defended himself, eyes twinkling. “Anyway, are you sure she’s not too young for this trend?”

“She’s four,” Charles said, setting out three plates carefully. “And she’s basically a little old soul. This’ll be interesting.”

Each plate got a napkin placed over it like a dramatic stage curtain. On one plate: two cookies. On another: one. And on the last—Charles’—none at all. He grinned mischievously, motioning Arthur to take a seat at the table while he called out, “Yn? Mon trésor, can you come here a moment?”

Tiny footsteps padded against the hardwood, followed by the squeak of Leo being dragged along by one paw. Yn appeared around the corner in a flurry of curls and pink socks, wearing her favorite oversized “big girl” jumper that had little rainbows on the sleeves. Her green eyes lit up when she saw her Papa and Uncle Arthur.

“Yes, Papa?”

“We have a little game,” Charles said gently, patting the chair between him and Arthur. “Come sit with us.”

Yn immediately climbed onto the chair, plopping Leo in her lap and tucking his ears under her arm. Her wide eyes danced between the three napkin-covered plates in front of her.

“Okay,” Arthur said, already biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Yn, we each have a plate with something under it. You can lift the napkin in front of you.”

“Like magic?” she whispered.

“Exactly like magic,” Charles confirmed, winking.

Carefully, with the delicate precision of a child who thought the world could break if she was too rough, Yn lifted her napkin. Her eyes grew wide.

“I have two cookies!” she gasped.

Arthur lifted his napkin. “I’ve got one!”

Charles, with great theatrical flair, lifted his napkin slowly, only to reveal… nothing.

“Eh?” Charles blinked down at his empty plate. “Oh no… I have none.”

Yn’s smile began to fade immediately, her tiny brows knitting together as she looked between them. “Papa, you don’t have a cookie?”

Arthur gasped dramatically. “Oh no, Charles! What are you going to do?”

Charles sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “I don’t know, Thuthur. I guess I’ll just… watch you eat.”

“But—” Yn’s bottom lip quivered. “Why don’t you have one?”

Charles leaned closer. “I guess someone forgot about me.”

“No!” she insisted quickly, shaking her head. “No one forgets Papa!”

Arthur leaned forward, nudging her with a conspiratorial smile. “You could eat both of yours, you know. Two cookies for you, none for Papa…”

Yn turned to Arthur, frowning, clearly deep in thought. Her little fingers tapped on the table, Leo tucked tightly under her elbow. Then, suddenly, she reached for Arthur’s plate.

“Hey!” Arthur said with exaggerated shock, letting her take his cookie without resistance. “What are you doing?”

She didn’t respond right away. Instead, she held the cookie with both hands, broke it in half with immense concentration, and gave one piece to Charles and one to Arthur. Then, she quietly picked up her two cookies, stood up with all the dignity of a queen, and walked away, humming under her breath as if nothing had happened.

“Leo,” she called, skipping back down the hallway, “come! We saved Papa!”

Charles and Arthur stared at the door she disappeared through in absolute silence. The camera on the phone continued recording, catching the stunned look on both their faces.

Arthur blinked first. “Did she just… share?”

“Not only shared,” Charles said slowly, “but she gave you half your own cookie back.”

“Bold,” Arthur muttered, before the both of them broke into loud laughter that echoed through the apartment.

“She’s too good for us,” Charles said, wiping his eyes. “We are raising a saint.”

Arthur shook his head. “She’s going to rule the world one day. And she’ll do it while humming and carrying a stuffed lion.”

“Just wait until she figures out we were filming her.”

They both leaned toward the phone to stop the recording, but not before Arthur said with a grin, “You owe me a cookie, by the way.”

“You gave it to a four-year-old!” Charles laughed.

“You stole the dramatic moment with your sad eyes! That’s cheating.”

Charles just grinned, already uploading the video to the private family group chat, knowing their maman would be weeping within five minutes.

Down the hall, Yn was singing the Bluey theme softly to Leo.

Arthur leaned over again, whispering, “She definitely didn’t get that from you.”

Charles smiled, watching the hallway where her little curls had disappeared.

“No,” he said quietly. “She’s better than both of us.”

And in that moment, with the smell of cookies in the air and the lingering sound of their niece’s song floating through the apartment, neither of them could argue with that.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-💚🐍

[dollishmehrayan]

# BATBOYS WITH A SUNSHINE!READER ── .✦ ( basically batboys with a optimistic reader )

a/n: this was requested by anon (here) but anywayss i think I’m gonna do the world tour thing after my winter inspired fics/hcs end on like February 28th! (Dw i’ll still do the world tour thingy in between) but yahh also I desperately need writer mutals + mutals I mssg daily like I’m a very kind person idm if you dm me at like 4 AM, tags: (batboys x fem!reader)

© dollishmehrayan — ( all rights reserved to me. These works cannot be reposted, translated, or modified. Thank you for understanding dollies! )

DICK GRAYSON ── .✦

Absolutely smitten. Your optimism is like a magnet for Dick, who thrives on positivity.

He calls you his “little ray of sunshine” (even if you roll your eyes at the nickname).

If he’s feeling down, your relentless optimism is a game changer. “How do you do that? How do you make the world seem so… bright all the time?”

Constantly teases you, especially if you’re being overly cheerful during random moments. “Are you seriously smiling right now? We’re getting ready to head to bed!”

But secretly, he loves it. Your energy balances his occasional doubts && insecurities. (he lovesss positive people who live in their own world)

Dick starts picking up on your habits leaving little notes of encouragement, giving random compliments to strangers and realizes how much better it makes his day.

JASON TODD ── .✦

At first, he’s skeptical. He’s not used to someone so genuinely cheerful, and he might think you’re putting on an act.

“How are you this happy all the time? What’s your secret? Coffee? Dark magic?”, “I just like seeing the world differently, I’m a poet in my mind.”

But over time, he warms up to your positivity and even craves it (to a point he gets sad if you aren’t around for more than 4 hours). You’re the light that cuts through his darker moments and more sulking personality.

“I don’t know how you do it, but you make me feel like the world’s not completely screwed.”, “what did you say?-“, “Nothing go back to sleep.”

He pretends to be annoyed when you try to cheer him up after a rough day, but he secretly loves when you coax a laugh out of him.

Jason starts jokingly calling you his “emotional support sunshine.” He’ll tell Roy, “Yeah, they’re like my personal antidepressant.”

Will protect your positivity at all costs. If anyone tries to dim your light, they’ll have to deal with him.

TIM DRAKE ── .✦

Finds your optimism so refreshing. Tim can be a little too caught up in stress and overthinking, so your energy is like a breath of fresh air.

He’s constantly asking, “How are you so happy all the time? Teach me your ways.”

If you leave him little notes of encouragement, he’ll treasure them forever. He has a drawer full of them and pulls one out whenever he’s having a bad day.

Sometimes, your cheerfulness makes him feel a little guilty. “You’re so good, and here I am being a grump.” But you always remind him it’s okay to have bad days.

Tim loves how you bring optimism even to his most chaotic moments. “Yeah, sure, we’re being late, but hey, at least it’s not raining, right?”

He’d be a little overwhelmed by your energy at times, but he admires you deeply for seeing the good in everything.

DAMIAN WAYNE ── .✦

Damian does not know what to do with you at first. Your cheerfulness is a complete mystery to him.

“Why are you smiling? We are surrounded by incompetence.”

He pretends to be annoyed, but deep down, he finds your positivity oddly comforting.

Over time, he starts looking forward to your optimistic take on things. “Yes, fine, maybe there is a silver lining. Stop gloating.”

You have a knack for breaking through his tough exterior. If he’s grumpy, you’ll say something so genuinely kind that he can’t help but soften.

Damian secretly loves how you see the good in him, even when he doesn’t see it himself.

He starts to mimic your habits, like giving Alfred small compliments or trying to look on the bright side, but he’ll deny it if you call him out.

BRUCE WAYNE ── .✦

Bruce admires your positivity but doesn’t always understand it. “How do you manage to stay so cheerful in Gotham of all places?”

At first, he worries your optimism will make you naive, but he quickly realizes it’s your strength.

Your energy is a stark contrast to his brooding nature, and he starts leaning on it more than he cares to admit.

When he’s stuck in his head or doubting himself, you always know what to say to pull him out of it.

“You make it sound so simple,” he says after you give him one of your pep talks. But he smiles because somehow, you do make it simple.

You bring a sense of warmth and nostalgia into the Wayne Manor. Bruce finds himself more relaxed when you’re around, even in the middle of chaos.

He’ll never admit it to the others, but your optimism is one of his favorite things about you.

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i genuinely need you to write something for rio vidal plzzzzzz i’ll take anything but your writing is perfect so id love for you to write something *cough* dominant jealous rio *cough*

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𝑨/𝑵: Omg thank you, Anon. You're too sweet 𖹭

𝑪𝑾: Fem!Reader, Dom!Rio, Jealous!Rio, Soft domming, knife play, biting, magical G!P, possessiveness

Contrary to all common sense, the quickest way to find yourself on Death’s radar was not through an act of death itself. Not by losing your life or taking another's…

No, it was through her girlfriend.

A stranger's lingering gaze or a friend's pda never escaped Rio’s attention, and a repeat offender, like oh say… that coworker of yours you were talking to at that very moment…

Well, they managed to make an enemy out of the force of nature that could usually pride herself on her indiscriminate apathy.

Rio lurked in the shadows outside your workplace, eyes darkening as that fool made you laugh.

She wasn't even two minutes late to pick you up, and already that snake was curling around you. Unbelievable.

You didn't think anything of it, Rio knew, but she could see in that man's eyes every disgusting thought he was having about you.

It made her sick, it made her burn.

Well, if the shades of purple littering your neck didn't clue him in to the fact that you were taken, she was beyond willing to do it herself.

Under the cover of darkness she shifted her attire with a thought, striding over in a new, clean-cut suit that made his own look like ratty hand-me-downs.

You perked up as soon as you noticed her and it made her heart leap. Your bright smile, your appreciative eyes taking in her new look…

He could never make you glow like that.

“Hey, Baby.”

Rio couldn't help a quick smile reserved only for you as she joined you under the streetlight, arm wrapping around your waist. “Hello, my love. Sorry I'm late, work was murder.”

She turned to face your companion, with a cold and withering stare. A look that could take years off a life.

“Who's your friend?”

You could never truly estimate the depths of Rio's jealousy but you knew that look well enough to know you had to get her out of there.

And you knew it well enough to not be surprised by the intensity she brought to the bedroom that night.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“I missed you today.”

Rio replied in her softest tone, someone less attuned to her might not have even heard the boundless resentment living within it, “You seemed like you were enjoying yourself.”

Leisurely, she traced her knife from your jaw, down your neck, applying a spine-tingling pressure just short of breaking skin.

“Yeah well, that new guy I work with is pretty fun.” You said breathily, not biting. Her blade caught on the collar of your shirt, lingering above your hammering heart, and Rio laughed.

Never before had such stubborn brattiness looked so good on someone, but you were just something else… teasing her even with a knife to your chest…

She cut through the fabric in one rough slash. “Careful, Lover. Wouldn't want to shorten such a fun man's life span, would you?”

“You wouldn't do that.” you challenged

“Try me. I'd do anything to keep you.”

The sincerity of the statement should have frightened you, but it was intoxicating. To be the object of such devotion from Death herself was a head-spinning high that no drug, spell or new lover could match.

“You'll always have me, Rio.”

There was a pain to the look she gave you in return, a wound behind her eyes, but she found a smile for you before she circled behind you.

“I’d better.” She breathed in your ear, pulling the tatters of what used to be your shirt from your body.

The tip of her knife traveled down your spine, barely grazing your skin on a trail to your skirt, which she skillfully cut open, baring you to her completely.

“My pretty girl…”

Her hand smoothed over your ass-cheek with near reverence before disappearing between your legs.

You gasped, skin aflush, but all too soon you realized she wasn't done playing with you yet.

“Please.” You whimpered as her fingers slid across your folds, just short of where you needed them.

“Say my name.”

“Rio, please, I need you so bad.”

She drew a lazy circle on your clit and your breath hitched, “Well how can I say no to that?”

A tingling warmth followed her hand on your back as she pushed you forward, forcing your chest onto your dresser and you into a bend.

You barely noticed the hardness of the surface against your breasts. You couldn't concentrate over the thought of being so exposed to her, and even that died with your last remaining brain cells as you felt the tip of her cock against your entrance.

She could've gone right in, you were wet enough for her to, but she slowly dragged up and down your slick folds, cock head catching on your clit every time and setting your nerves ablaze.

“Rio.” You whined.

“So impatient.” She laughed. “Don't worry, Baby, I'll take care of you.”

With that she pushed through your centre, slowly and gently sinking inside of you, savoring every blissful moan you let out.

She very nearly lost herself as you jerked against her but she resisted the rough thrust you were so clearly asking for. Your pathetic, little mewls, music to her ears.

She bottomed out inside of you, letting you adjust, letting you enjoy being filled. Then quicker than you could process she pulled out and slammed back in.

You cried out, but Rio wasn't slowing down this time, pounding you again and again with deep, unapologetic thrusts.

“You're mine. You hear that? Say it.”

“I'm yours, Rio.” You choked out, voice bouncing with her pistoning hips.

“Yeah, you’re mine. My good girl.”

She leant forward, her breasts flush against your back, as she sank her teeth into your shoulder, leaving behind a delightful sting.

Rio wasn't usually one for quickies but tonight she'd make an exception. There was a desperation inside of her stronger than mere lust. She had to see you cum.

She twisted her arm around your hip so she could work your clit, rubbing in a frenzy. “Tell me you want me.”

“Want you. Need you.”

“Then cum for me Baby, I know you can do it.”

Rio was nothing short of amazing. The concentrated skill on your clit and the near supernatural speed of her thrusts unraveled you like only she could.

Your mouth fell open and your walls clenched around her in a strangling hold as lust threatened to burn you alive.

“God! Rio!”

You came all over her and right on cue she emptied her cock inside of you, filling you to your very core with what felt like neverending ropes of cum, trapped inside of you by her refusal to pull out.

“I'm never gonna let anyone else do this to you, baby.” She breathed out, mouth returning to your shoulder to lick over the bite mark she left. “Never, for all eternity, I'm yours, and you’re mine.”

[innerfare]

You’re Jealous

 Summary: You get jealous of someone else in his life.

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, and Kid

Genre: Slight Angst // Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Luffy:

He never told you Boa Hancock was in love with him, and when you find out, you have to remove yourself from the situation before you have an emotional outburst and start something with the Pirate Empress. The problem is, you don’t even know which emotion will spill out of you. Finding out the world’s most beautiful woman, and a powerful Warlord, no less, is desperate to marry Luffy is a whirlwind, to say the least. Luffy can seem clueless at times, but his emotional intelligence is through the roof, and he picks up on what has you upset almost straight away. He knows to give you some space, and when he senses you’re ready, he approaches you with a handful of wildflowers he picked. He doesn’t really say much, just pulls you into a hug, presses a few kisses into your cheek and temple, and says in your ear, “you’re my girl.” 

Zoro:

He didn’t mention Perona was also at Mihawk’s castle for those two years until a few months after the crew gets together. He tells a story that features her, and you realize there was a woman keeping him company. Your heart drops into your stomach. Zoro insists he didn’t mention her because he didn’t think she was relevant; the only thing Perona did those two years was annoy him. He’s actually the one who won’t let it go, not you (even though you are pretty jealous). Whereas you’d prefer not to talk about it, Zoro is wracked with guilt because he’d never considered the whole thing in a relationship context. Him fretting constantly over it actually heals your jealousy because you realize you’ve never seen him panic over the prospect of hurting anyone else’s feelings. 

Sanji:

Even with a third eye, Pudding is stunning. And Sanji almost married her. It was before you two were together, but listening to the stories from Whole Cake, hearing how close he came to marrying another woman, knowing she really did fall in love with his kind heart and wonderful cooking, turns you into a little green monster. You know you shouldn’t feel jealous of a woman you’ve never met before, a woman Sanji chose not to marry, but you can’t help it. Sanji is completely shocked that you would feel jealous over his relationship (if it could even be called that) with Pudding, though after thinking about it some more, he does realize why you might be jealous that he had a fiancé. His solution is to bring you a bouquet of roses and walk you through the dark details of his life, telling you things he’s never outright told anyone, so you understand the special place you have in his life. 

Ace:

He collects people without trying, and often times, without realizing, either. Ace thinks he’s just making friends, but you see the way the women he laughs and shares drinks with are drawn to him like plants to the sun. He promises them freedom and adventure (and he has a very nice laugh), and you can see how it excites them. You don’t really mind it, knowing Ace well enough to see the way he holds those women at arm’s length, even if he seems close with them (such is the magic of Fire First Ace). But Yamato makes you jealous. It’s not hearing the way they laughed together but hearing the way they fought that gets to you. You know how Ace lives to fight and even just roughhouse, you know how he’s a rough and tumble guy, and you worry you’re not tough enough. Should you be punching his arm when he makes a joke? Should you be trying to trip him out on deck? What should you be doing? When you finally come clean with Ace about what’s been bothering you, he actually laughs. “If I wanted to be with someone who gives me hell, I’d be sleeping in Marco’s cabin every night. Besides,” he says, scooping you up in his arms, “I like being able to manhandle you.” 

Sabo:

Sabo is a flirt, and you knew that going into your relationship. It actually doesn’t bother you when he flashes that charming smile of his at someone else or swoops in to save a damsel in distress (a speciality of his) and even serves to entertain, especially on the rare occasions his flirtations are rebuked. What does bother you, though, is his tight relationship with Koala. You know it’s ridiculous to be envious, you know Koala would sooner saw off her arm than kiss the man she considers her irksome big brother, but they’ve known each other since they were little kids, and Koala has been through so much with Sabo that the pair have such a close bond. It’s not the angry kind of jealousy that bubbles up in you when Koala mentions something about Sabo’s past that she assumes you know but you don’t, just the sad kind that you try to keep to yourself. Surprisingly, Sabo notices, though you don’t realize until he hugs you from behind and mumbles in your ear that he’s glad you’re the only one who knows he has a skincare routine, his silly words diffusing your mood and acting as the exact affirmation you needed. If it’s not enough, though, he’ll happily prove his loyalty to you by challenging Koala to a karate match, though.  

Law:

Dr. Law and Dr. Robin sure do get along well- so well, in fact, you can’t help but wonder if they are better suited to each other than you and him. Even if they didn’t have such good chemistry, it would be impossible not to feel a touch of jealousy toward the archeologist. She’s intelligent, beautiful, fiercely loyal, a member of the Straw Hats, and has an impressive bounty that she earned even before she became a pirate. Needless to say, you find yourself brooding when the Robin brings him a beer and sits down beside him to discuss the immune systems of fishmen, a topic both are rather interested in. Of course, you’re interested in that, too, thus the reason Law realizes something is wrong when you don’t participate in the conversation. He ends up excusing the two of you and taking you to bed, worrying you had too much to drink, the thought you may be jealous never once occurring to him. You end up not saying anything (many thing in your relationship with Law being unspoken) and just sleeping it off, the fact that he excused the two of you proof enough of his loyalty. 

Kid:

He doesn’t ever talk about his first love, Victoria. In fact, you didn’t even know she existed until Killer got drunk one night and began speaking of his dearly departed. What he didn’t mention was that Kid, too, had been in love with her. It only comes up the next night when you mention it to Wire, who mentions it was the death of his first love, Victoria, that put Kid on the war path and united the first four members of the Kid Pirates. Realizing Wire messed up, Heat chimes in to say, “he’d do the same for you.” But you’re not convinced, mainly because Kid never told you any of this. It tears you apart, leaves you tossing and turning for nights on end, until you finally burst into Kid’s workshop one night ranting about how he doesn’t trust you and holds you at arm’s length. “Heat says you’d do the same for me, but-” Kid cuts you off and says, “I wouldn’t do the same, I’d do worse. Much, much worse.” And from the wicked gleam in his eye, you’re inclined to believe him. 

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safe with me

content warnings: smut but also a whole lot of fluff (still minors dni!), safe word usage, sub/dom elements, spanking, overstimulation, worried logan, sweet logan, female reader word count: 910 a/n: i recently posted some protective logan head cannons and haven’t been able to get them out of my head, so this was born

Logan showed his love in small gestures and grand acts, but his favourite place to prove his undying adoration to you was in the bedroom. He worshipped your body, every inch of it, with rough hands, breath stealing kisses and stamina that left you questioning whether you were in heaven. Your satisfaction and enjoyment were his top priority, a lot more than his own, which is why he had insisted on you choosing a safe word once you started having regular sex. So far, the word had not ever tumbled from your lips and neither of you had thought it would happen today. He was already buried deep within you, your ass up and face down in the pillows, gasping for breath as he thrusted into you. Sweat trickled down and mixed where your bodies met, his skill full fingers pulling another orgasm from your throbbing clit. The slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the room as Logan picked up his pace while he angled his unoccupied hand from your hip to your spine. You felt his steady grip, sweaty and warm, pressing into your skin, dull nails scraping over your nude body as he dug his fingers into you. With a breathless whine you came around his throbbing cock and felt your insides practically vibrate as the heated coil in your core snapped. You had long lost count how often he had made you come this night, but your legs were shaking, and you were hoping this was the last one. Hearing those pretty sounds tumble from your lips seemed to push Logan over the edge. With an animalistic groan he spilled into you, his pelvis pressed flush against your sensitive pussy. The second he caught his breath, his hand came down on your already sore ass, the slap so loud you worried about your neighbours’ sanity. Another high-pitched whimper escaped your throat, and you tried to sink onto the bed, but Logan wrapped an arm around your middle and held you up. “Already tired, princess?” He asked teasingly, running a much gentler hand over your stinging skin. You mumbled a response that was neither a yes nor a no, and he chuckled. “Words, sweetheart,” his raspy voice raised goosebumps all over your body, “Ones that I can understand.” With a soft groan you attempted to straighten yourself up and felt his still hard cock twitch inside of you at the movement. His stamina was simply not fair. He had fucked you more times tonight than the average person gets laid in a week, but he could still keep going. And how could you deny him when he looked at you like that, like you were the only thing holding his universe together. “Yeah,” you mumbled, trying to steady yourself on your knees again, wiggling your ass softly, “Tired but not done.” He laughed deeply and replied: “That’s my good girl,” and the praise made your head spin. However, the second he started moving again, your poor, overstimulated clit began to pulse – and not in the good way. The pleasure that you had expected didn’t come as he began work his magic on your sensitive nub; instead, you felt a sharp pain shoot up your spine as the stimulation turned out to be too much. Your face was already tear-streaked – the earlier ones had come from pleasure. Now, tears caused by pain filled your vision and made your brain hazy. Logan didn’t still completely but he slowed down as he leaned forward to see get a better glimpse of you. “Sweetheart, you alright?” His voice was incredibly soft despite the continuing movements of his hips meeting yours. You wanted to say yes, you wanted to give him just one more round but there was no way you were making it another second without passing out, so you whispered your safe word. Despite the fact that you had mumbled the term so low that you weren’t sure if he had even been able to hear it, he halted immediately. “Ok, darlin’,” he murmured sweetly, and attempted to remove himself from you but that just made you cry out again – too much. You just needed a few seconds. “Baby, I just wanna pull out, ok?” He soothed his hands over your back but all you could do in response was shake your head.

“No… don’t,” you gasped and so he stayed like this, enveloped by your heat.

He didn’t dare move, he simply kept his warm hands on your waist until you nodded softly, and he slipped out. As you let yourself fall onto the mattress, Logan got up, still half hard, and brought you one of his shirts, before he began to run his hands over your back. “Are you alright, princess?” He asked after a couple moments of silence. The ache in your body had dulled down and you managed to lift your head to face him. “Yeah, I’m ok,” you whispered honestly. His face lit up in response, replacing the worried frown with a warm smile. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead softly, then brushed his knuckles across your cheeks to wipe away the tears that had trickled down earlier. In one smooth movement he laid down next to you, wrapping his trained arms around you and placed another kiss in between your shoulder blades. “I’m really proud of you, darlin’. For tellin’ me to stop when you needed me to. So fuckin’ proud of you.”

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Let your body loose~ | psh 🔞

word count: 4.95k

pairing:situationship!Sunghoon x reader

synopsis: At a wild college party, months of tension in your messy situationship with Park Sunghoon finally explode into a heated hookup. What started as casual teasing and blurred lines turns into something neither of you can ignore—forcing you both to question if it was just lust or something deeper.

The party was loud. Too loud. The kind of loud that made your chest vibrate and your ears ring, the bass of the music drowning out even your thoughts. Bodies swayed to the rhythm of the beat, red solo cups spilled drinks on the floor, and laughter echoed off the walls of the packed house. But none of it mattered.

Not when he was in the room.

Not when Park Sunghoon was watching you again.

You felt his gaze before you saw him—hot, heavy, laced with something between a dare and a promise. When your eyes finally met his from across the room, it was like a switch flipped inside you.

“It’s just me and you,” the lyrics echoed through the speakers, almost too perfectly timed.

Your heart picked up its pace.

I can feel my heart racing

It’s so hard to keep cool…

He wasn’t even trying to hide it tonight—the way his eyes dragged down your body, lingering on the hem of your skirt, the way your ponytail sat high and neat. You caught the subtle raise of his brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. It sent a wave of heat down your spine.

Am I being too patient?

Too hot, got me sweatin’ on the floor

I just can’t take it anymore…

This wasn’t new. You and Sunghoon had been dancing around something for months now—flirty looks in class, “accidental” touches at frat parties, and a drunken kiss that had spiraled into a night you both pretended never happened… until it started happening again. And again.

You called it nothing. He never gave it a name. But tonight?

Tonight, you didn’t want to pretend anymore.

You pushed through the crowd, trying to find some air, but Sunghoon was already there. He blocked your path with that lazy confidence only he could pull off—arms crossed, smile cocky, eyes dark with something intense

“I’ve been waiting to get next to you,” he said lowly, voice nearly drowned by the music, “and I can tell how bad you want it too.”

You didn’t deny it. Couldn’t.

You were so close now—just inches apart. The tension between you was magnetic, intoxicating, burning like a fuse that had been lit way too long.

And we’re so close I can taste it

I see it in your eyes

If there’s a chance I’ma take it

I’m begging you, just please give me a sign

Waiting way too long, I think it’s time…

You didn’t need to give him a sign. You were the sign. The look in your eyes said everything.

So when his hand slid down to your waist and pulled you into the dark hallway, you let him.

When your back hit the wall and his mouth hovered just over yours, you didn’t hesitate.

You kissed him first.

It was heat and need and months of holding back exploding all at once. His hands found your hips, your hair, your jaw—touches urgent, desperate, like he’d been dying to do this again. Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, dragging him impossibly closer.

All this magic’s burning like a fire inside

And it is way too hot, girl, we should let it loose…

“Been thinking about this all night,” he muttered against your lips, voice rough.

Your ponytail had come undone somewhere between the hallway and him pinning you gently against the closed door. He ran his fingers through your hair, pulling it loose, just like he always said he liked it.

“Ponytail sittin’ just right…” he quoted the song with a grin. “But down looks even better on you.”

You rolled your eyes, breathless, laughing against his lips as you kissed him again. “Shut up and kiss me.”

And he did.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed there—making out like the house wasn’t filled with people who could walk by, like you hadn’t promised yourself you’d be cool tonight. But Sunghoon never played fair.

Especially when it came to you.

His lips ghosted down your neck, and your head tilted back with a quiet moan.

“All this tension, baby, let your body loose…”

It wasn’t just about lust. Not anymore. It was the build-up, the months of wondering if he felt it too. And now, here you were—finally letting it out, finally letting it loose.

When he pulled back, just slightly, foreheads touching and breath uneven, he looked at you like you were the only one in the world.

“Don’t wanna waste another second tonight,” he whispered, echoing the song in the background, his lips brushing yours as he counted low—

“5, 4, 3, 2…”

You crashed into him again before he could say “1.”

Your kiss grew deeper, your hands more demanding. The party's din faded into the background, leaving only the rhythm of your hearts pounding together. You felt his hands sneak under your shirt, caressing the bare skin of your waist, and a thrill shot through you.

You broke the kiss, gasping for air, and he took that as an invitation to kiss along your jawline, his breath warm against your neck."We can't do this here," you managed to say, even though your body begged to stay right where it was.

Sunghoon chuckled, his breath tickling your skin. “I know a better place.” He took your hand and led you through the party, the music thumping in your chest like a second heartbeat. The touch of his skin on yours sent electric jolts through your body, making you feel alive in a way you hadn't in months.

You followed him up the stairs, passing drunken partygoers who barely registered your presence. The anticipation grew with each step until you reached the top floor and he pushed open a door to a quieter, more private part of the house.

The room was dimly lit with the glow of a lava lamp, the bed unmade, and the air thick with the scent of cologne. You didn't need to ask whose room it was. He pulled you in, closing the door with a firm click, and the outside world was effectively shut out. The music was a muffled throb now, a distant echo of the passion pounding through your veins.

He turned to face you, and his eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of doubt. You didn't find any in yourself. You stepped closer, reaching up to trace his jawline with your fingertips, feeling the stubble that always seemed to be just right. He leaned into your touch, eyes half-lidded, and it was like you were speaking a language that didn't require words.

With a gentle tug, you led him to the bed, and he followed without protest. The room was a haze of shadows and soft light, the perfect setting for what was about to unfold.

Your hands moved with newfound urgency, unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the strong lines of his abs, the planes of his chest. He returned the favor, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of your stomach as he lifted your shirt over your head. His eyes devoured you, and you felt a rush of desire, mixed with the thrill of being so openly desired.

Sunghoon’s lips found yours again, his kisses leaving a trail of fire down your neck. His hands cupped your breasts over your bra, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples through the lace. You arched into his touch, a whimper escaping your lips.

He pulled back just enough to murmur, “Do you want me to keep going?”

You nodded, breathless, your voice a whisper, “Yes, Sunghoon, please.”

His smile grew wicked as he reached behind you, unclipping your bra with a swift motion. It fell to the floor, forgotten, as his palms grazed your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine. Your breasts were now exposed to him, and his gaze dropped to them with unabashed hunger. Sunghoon's warm, wet mouth closed around one of your nipples, sucking on it gently at first before increasing the pressure. You gasped, your fingers curling into his hair, holding him closer as your knees buckled slightly.

The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pain that had you arching into him, desperate for more.As he continued to worship your breasts, you couldn’t help but grind against his erection, which was straining against his jeans. The friction between your bodies sent sparks flying through your core.

He pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, and you could see the need in them, mirroring your own. "I need you," he said, his voice low and gruff with desire. And just like that, all your doubts dissipated like mist in the sun. You needed him too.

With eager hands, you both worked to rid yourselves of the remaining barriers. Buttons popped open, zippers zipped down, and fabric was tossed aside in a frenzy of passion. The sound of your clothes hitting the floor seemed to echo in the quiet room, a stark contrast to the party's chaos outside. Each piece of discarded clothing brought you closer to the moment you've been craving.

Sunghoon laid you down on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. The mattress sank slightly under your weight, enveloping you in a soft embrace that only heightened the anticipation. He kissed down your chest, his tongue teasing your collarbone before moving to your stomach. His hands found the waistband of your jeans, and with a swift motion, he unbuttoned them, sliding them down your legs. You watched as he took in the sight of you, his eyes dark with desire.

"Let your body loose," he murmured against your skin, his breath warm and tantalizing.

"Trust me." He gently spread your legs apart and began to kiss along your inner thighs, his mouth moving closer and closer to the apex of your thighs. His hands caressed your skin, sending waves of pleasure that made you quiver with anticipation.

When his tongue finally touched you, it was a slow, deliberate lick that made you gasp. He licked slowly, savoring the taste of you, exploring every fold and crevice with a patience that was both maddening and incredibly erotic. His touch was light, feathery, as if he were trying to memorize the map of your body with the softness of his tongue.

You couldn't help but squirm beneath him, moaning his name as he teased you closer and closer to the edge. The pressure built up inside you like a dam about to burst, and you felt your muscles tighten around his mouth. He chuckled darkly, the vibration of his laughter sending shockwaves through your core. His fingers found their way into your wetness, moving in sync with his tongue, building the intensity of your pleasure.

The sensation of his mouth on you was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Each stroke of his tongue was a promise, each touch of his fingers a declaration of his desire. Your hips rocked against his face, seeking more, needing more. He gave it to you willingly, his movements growing more urgent as he felt you getting closer. Your moans grew louder, and you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming out his name for the whole house to hear.

Sunghoon's dirty whispers filled the air, his voice a seductive rumble that made your toes curl. "You're so wet for me," he said, his breath hot against your skin. "I can taste how much you want this." He licked you faster, his tongue flicking against your clit in a relentless rhythm that had you seeing stars. The room spun around you, the only thing grounding you was the feel of his hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as he devoured you.

As your climax subsided, your body went limp, a boneless heap of satisfaction on the bed. Sunghoon kissed his way back up your body, leaving a trail of sweet, gentle kisses in his wake. He hovered above you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of regret. But all you felt was the afterglow of your orgasm, a warmth that suffused your entire being.

With a smug smile, he whispered, "Now, it's your turn to make me feel good." He sat back on his haunches and unzipped his pants, pulling out his erection. It stood proud and thick, a testament to his desire for you. The sight of him like this, so raw and exposed, made you ache to taste him, to bring him the same pleasure he'd just given you.

You leaned forward, your eyes locked on his, and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock. He groaned, his hands tightening on the bed sheets as you took him into your mouth. He was long and pale, the girth of him stretching your lips wide. You began to crawl down the length of him, your tongue dancing over his shaft, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. Your cheeks hollowed out as you took more of him in, your moans vibrating along his length.

The room was filled with the sound of your wet, eager mouth on him, the smell of desire thick in the air. You felt a rush of power as you watched his chest heave with each breath, his hips rising slightly to meet your ministrations. Your hands wrapped around the base of his cock, stroking in time with your mouth, creating a symphony of pleasure that had him panting your name.

You took him deeper, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, the sensation of him filling you completely. His hands found their way into your hair, guiding you, encouraging you to go further, to push past the boundaries of what you've ever done before. And you did, eager to give him what he needed, eager to feel him come apart under your touch.

Sunghoon’s dirty talk grew more intense, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your very bones. "That's it, baby, suck me like that," he groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back in ecstasy.

"You're so good, so fucking perfect." His words were like a drug, making your body come alive with a need that was insatiable. You swirled your tongue around his tip, tasting the pre-cum that beaded there, feeling his thighs tense beneath your hands.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice strained. You obeyed, raising your gaze to meet his eyes, watching as his pupils dilated with pleasure.

"Keep looking at me while you make me come." You took him deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, and his fingers tightened in your hair. He whispered filthy words that sent a shiver down your spine, his praise mixing with the lewd sounds of your mouth working him.

His hips began to buck, and you knew he was close. You doubled your efforts, your hand pumping him in time with your mouth, feeling the pulse of his impending climax. The room was a blur of heat and need, and you were lost in the sensation of giving him everything he wanted.

As he grew closer to the edge, you reached down and cupped his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze. Sunghoon's eyes shot open, his breath hissing out between clenched teeth. "Fuck," he murmured, his voice tight with restraint.

You took him even deeper, your throat adjusting to the intrusion, and began to massage his balls in earnest. The skin was soft and warm, tightening in your grip as he grew closer to climax. Each time you squeezed, you felt his cock pulse in your mouth, his hips jerking in response.

With a strangled groan, Sunghoon's eyes snapped open and met yours, the intensity of his gaze almost overwhelming. You felt the muscles in your own thighs tighten in anticipation as he reached down to grip your shoulders. His breathing grew ragged, and the muscles in his stomach tensed as he held back, trying to prolong the exquisite agony of the moment.

Then, with a final, desperate thrust of his hips, he came. The warmth of his release filled your mouth, and you swallowed reflexively, feeling a thrill of power at the thought of him coming inside you, marking you as his. You continued to suck him gently as he spasmed, his release pulsing against your tongue. His fingers tightened in your hair, and he moaned your name, his eyes squeezed shut as he rode out the waves of pleasure that crashed through him.

When he finally went still, you pulled back, licking your lips clean of the last drops of his cum. You looked up at him, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction. Sunghoon's chest was heaving, his skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat. He looked down at you with a mix of awe and lust, his eyes glazed with pleasure. He reached down, caressing your cheek gently before pulling you up to kiss you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and the intimacy of it had you melting into him, your body humming with desire once again.

"Need you inside me, baby," you murmured against his lips, the words coming out in a needy whine.

He groaned in response, his cock twitching with renewed interest. You reached down and stroked him, feeling him harden in your hand. He kissed you again, his tongue delving into your mouth as if he couldn't get enough of you.

With a gentle push, Sunghoon laid you down on the bed, the softness of the mattress a stark contrast to the urgent need pulsing through your body. He positioned himself behind you, his hands on your hips, guiding you onto your knees. You felt the heat of his body at your back as he whispered, "Spread your legs wider." You obeyed, the anticipation making your stomach flutter. He kissed along your spine, his breath hot and uneven.

"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

His mouth trailed down, pressing kisses to the small of your back, until he reached the curve of your buttocks. He nibbled and licked, making you squirm with delight. And then, without warning, his tongue slid into your folds, making you gasp. He kissed your pussy with the same passion he had kissed your mouth earlier, his tongue exploring, tasting. The sensation was so intense, so intimate, that you felt your walls clench around his fingers, which were still teasing you from within. His mouth moved in sync with his hand, his tongue swirling around your clit while he pumped into you, driving you closer to the edge once more.

Sunghoon whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his breath hot against your shoulder as he held you in place. "You're mine," he murmured, "all of you, baby." His words sent shivers down your spine as his tongue flicked against your sensitive flesh, the pleasure building within you like a storm about to break. He knew exactly what you needed, his touch as familiar as your own breath.

With one powerful thrust, he entered you from behind, filling you completely. You gasped, the suddenness of the sensation making your eyes roll back in your head. He didn't give you time to adjust, immediately setting a punishing pace, his hips slamming into you with an urgency that left no room for thought. Each thrust was a declaration of his hunger for you, a demand for your submission that you were all too eager to give.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the moans that spilled from both of your mouths. Each time he pushed into you, you felt your body stretch around him, the feeling of fullness overwhelming and delicious. Your moans grew louder, matching his own, the symphony of your pleasure echoing in the quiet room. The bed creaked under your combined weight, a testament to the intensity of your lovemaking.

Sunghoon's hand reached around, finding your clit and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Your moans grew louder, your body tightening around him as the pressure built once again. His other hand was on your hip, holding you steady as he pounded into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass adding to the erotic crescendo. You could feel the heat of his breath on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he whispered filthy words of praise and encouragement.

"You're so tight, baby," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "Your pussy is squeezing me like a glove." His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, making your walls clench even tighter around him. "You're going to make me come so hard," he murmured, his teeth grazing your earlobe. The raw, carnality of his words had you panting, desperate for more.

"Miss this cock so much, Hoonie," you managed to gasp out, the words coming out more as a moan than actual speech. Sunghoon stilled for a moment, his eyes widening slightly before a feral grin spread across his face. "You do, don't you?" He chuckled, his voice filled with a dark satisfaction.

He slammed back into you, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm that had you crying out. "Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Sunghoon," you screamed, your voice echoing in the small space. His name was a mantra on your lips, a plea for more, for harder, for everything he had to give. You felt your second orgasm approaching like a freight train, barreling towards you with unstoppable force.

The room was a blur of motion and sensation, the only thing in focus was the feeling of him inside you, the way he filled you up and stretched you to your limits. Your body responded to his touch like it had been starved, each caress and thrust bringing you closer to the brink. His hand found yours, our fingers intertwining as he fucked you, as if trying to anchor you to the earth as you soared higher and higher.

With a grunt of pure need, Sunghoon flipped you over onto your back, his grip on your wrists tightening as he pinned your hands above your head. He hovered over you, his eyes blazing with desire, and pushed your legs up to your chest. The sudden change in angle sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making your toes curl and your back arch off the bed. His cock pressed against your throbbing entrance, and with one swift thrust, he was back inside, filling you completely. The sensation was almost too much to handle, a mix of pain and pleasure that made you see white stars.

“Feel that baby?” he growled, his eyes never leaving yours as he began to move again. His hips rocked into you, a punishing rhythm that had you crying out with each stroke. The way he filled you up, so completely, so perfectly, was a declaration of his possession. His eyes searched yours, looking for the same wild need that he knew was mirrored in his own. “That’s me, all of me, inside you. Only me.”

You felt your walls tighten around him, the sensation of him stretching and claiming you with every thrust. It was like nothing else existed but the two of you, lost in this dance of desire. You nodded, unable to form words, your body speaking for you as it arched and trembled beneath his. Each time he pulled out, you could feel the emptiness before he plunged back in, a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that had you writhing against him.

"Hoonie," you gasped out, your voice strained. "I'm...I'm so close." His eyes lit up, a feral glint that sent a shiver down your spine. He leaned down, his mouth claiming yours in a bruising kiss that stole the breath from your lungs. His hips never ceased their relentless rhythm, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside you that had your toes curling and your nails digging into his skin.

"Me too, baby," he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and ragged. "Me too." He shifted his angle slightly, the tip of him brushing against your g-spot with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your mouth forming a silent scream as the tension inside you grew tauter and tauter.

"Hoonie, I'm close," you panted, the words barely escaping your throat as you felt your orgasm build. His eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with desire as he watched you unravel beneath him. "Fuck me harder, please," you begged, your voice a desperate whine. He complied, his movements becoming more forceful, each stroke hitting deeper, harder, more insistent.

You could see the effort in his face as he held himself back, his jaw clenched and his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth gritted with the effort of not letting go just yet. His body was a study in tension, his muscles flexing with each powerful thrust. The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the air, punctuated by your cries and gasps of pleasure.

Your eyes met, and in that moment, you knew you were both teetering on the edge. The room around you seemed to shrink, the world outside the door forgotten. All that mattered was the heat of his body, the feel of him inside you, the sound of your mingled moans. His thumb found your clit again, and he began to rub it in firm, swift circles that had your body tightening like a bowstring. You felt the coil of pleasure deep in your core, winding tighter and tighter with every pass of his thumb.

Sunghoon's eyes never left yours as he watched the ecstasy build on your face. "Come for me," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "I want to feel you come all over me." His words sent a bolt of desire through you, and you felt yourself let go, the dam breaking as your orgasm washed over you. You squirted while moaning loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet room as your body bucked and writhed beneath his. He groaned, the vibration of his voice against your skin sending a fresh wave of pleasure through you.

His thumb continued to work your clit, the sensation overwhelming as your pussy clenched around his cock. He watched as your juices coated him, the sight making him growl with lust. "Fuck, you're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice strained as he fought to maintain his own control. But it was a battle he was quickly losing, his own need to climax becoming too intense to ignore.

With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, the head of his cock rubbing against your g-spot. You screamed out his name as you felt yourself come again, your body shaking with the force of your release. He followed you over the edge, his own climax tearing through him like a tempest. He groaned, his cock pulsing deep within you as he filled you with his warm seed. The feeling of him coming inside you was indescribable, a deep, primal connection that had you clinging to him as if he was your lifeline.

As the storm of pleasure began to subside, your bodies slowly calmed down, your breathing evening out into gentle pants. Sunghoon’s weight on top of you was a comforting presence, a reminder of the intimate bond you’d just shared. He kissed you tenderly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of regret. But all he saw was the same all-consuming passion that had brought you to this moment.

With a soft whisper, you spoke the words that had been hovering just beneath the surface of your consciousness. “I love you, Sunghoon,” you breathed into the quiet space between your intertwined bodies. The words hung in the air, a declaration of feelings that had been growing stronger with each stolen glance, each secret touch. His eyes widened, a smile spreading across his face as he pulled back slightly to look at you.

Sunghoon’s expression was one of shock and wonder, his gaze searching yours as if looking for some sign that you were joking or teasing. But your eyes were earnest, filled with a love that had grown from the fiery passion of your bodies colliding. “You do?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion. You nodded, your cheeks flushing as you felt your heart swell with the weight of your confession.

He leaned down to kiss you softly, his hand cradling the side of your face. The love in his eyes was a mirror of what you felt, and as your lips met, it was as if you were saying those three words all over again. The kiss grew deeper, a silent promise of forever wrapped in the tender embrace of your mouths. His cock, still hard and pulsing inside you, was a testament to his own love and need for you.

"I love you too," Sunghoon finally said, his voice barely more than a whisper. The words seemed to resonate through the air, echoing in the quiet room like a sacred vow. His eyes searched yours, and you could see the truth of his love shining there, raw and unfiltered. He kissed you again, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips before delving in to tangle with yours. His love was like a warm embrace that seeped into your very soul, filling every corner of your being.

And in that moment, in that crowded house, under dim lights and loud music, it was just you and him—

Locking eyes, losing control, and letting it loose.

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[luveline]

hotch’s daughter and him looking thru baby n childhood pics n realizing just how much they missed angst (her missing out on having a present father n him missing out on raising her)

Aaron’s winded when he sees you that morning. You’re smiling, in sweatpants and a hoodie with a bag on your shoulder that promises an overnight stay, but what hits hardest is the way you light up when he opens the front door. He sees you coming through the window and can’t wait for you to knock. 

“Hey, honey, you’re early!” he says. 

“I know,” you say, stopping just a paving stone away, “but I got this magic jigsaw for Jack that I thought he’d like. Once you complete it you can move it around and create a new jigsaw in the middle.” You smile. “You look happy. Good breakfast?” 

“I’m happy to see you, that’s all.” 

You cross that last step. “Thanks, dad.” You bite your bottom lip, ever so slightly bashful. 

He literally couldn’t be happier. “Did you eat?” 

Aaron brings you inside. Jack is already awake and eating his second breakfast in a meandering picking by the TV. 

You love being a big sister. It’s all the more endearing. “Hey, babe. What are you upto?” you ask. 

Jack whirls and sends a couple of grapes flying. “Oh my gosh yes!” he says, to your laughter and Aaron’s disbelief. He races across the rug in a blur of blue pyjamas to wrap himself around your thighs, face pressed to your hip. “You’re here!” 

“We said Saturday sleepover, right?” 

You get down on your knees to hug him. Your arms around his back, your face to his, you aren’t as rough as you could be —how do sisters hug their brothers? Aaron doesn’t know. But you rub his back in a gentle up and down and lower your voice to say hello. “Hi, Jack. You’re happy to see me?” 

“I’m so happy.” 

“Me too, I’m so happy. I brought you something.” 

“A present?” Jack asks, leaning out of your arms. 

“Not really, it’s for me and you, but I brought you cookies too.” 

“Dad,” Jack says, “can we have some?” 

Aaron holds up a finger. One cookie is enough sugar for the morning. “We can have a couple more after dinner tonight, okay?” 

You take the cookies from your bag, a huge box of palm-sized cookies, chocolate chips shaped like stars, the best kind of indulgence from the bakery not far from here. Aaron catches a look at the inside of your bag, spying a slim white photo album against your weekly medication divider and the plastic wrapped jigsaw puzzle. 

“What’s the album?” he asks. 

“Oh.” You slide your thumb along the sticker that seals the cookies and crack them open for Jack to take his spoils. “They’re my baby photos.” 

He stills. “They are?” 

“And some of me growing up.” You tip your head at him and smile. A little shy, more happy. “I was thinking about Jack, how we both do that chokey laugh when we’re tired, and I wondered if we had any other similarities. And then I realised you’ve never actually seen any of my photos. Would you want to look at them?” 

“Please,” he says immediately. “Yes. I’d love to see them.” 

You lay the album out on the coffee table. Aaron sits beside you on the couch, and Jack sits on his feet, and together you look through your baby album one page at a time. At first, he’s quiet. He has no idea what to say. You are a beautiful kid, you’re perfect, little baby you with a pacifier on your tummy, or in the summer sun with mud on your little hands, wearing a pink dress with matching canvas shoes and a smile so wide he can see all your baby teeth, or sitting beside a fish tank with a party hat on. 

His favourite is a photograph of you that’s been printed oddly, more sepia than colour, where you look to be eight or nine years old. He can see everything in your adult face right there in ink, your smile, the trusting warmth in your eyes when you love the person it’s directed at. Maybe he’s full of himself, but he swears it’s his smile, and Jack’s smile. Hotchner through and through. 

“I wish I’d seen you in person,” he says quietly. “Just once.” 

You tease the photograph from the plastic sleeve and offer it to him. “Sorry.” 

He doesn’t want you to be sorry. Aaron takes the photograph and stares at it against his leg, your little face, your hands behind your back, your left knee wrapped in a bandage. “We missed out on so much,” he says softly. 

“I know.” 

He places the photo on the armrest, precious and needing a frame. You melt into his arm as he wraps it around your shoulder, and you let him kiss your temple, even if he doesn’t deserve to do it yet. He’s polite about it, he knows his sincerity might feel gratuitous to you —after all, he missed out on so much. But you don’t go rigid at his affection, you just breathe. 

“I would’ve loved to have seen it,” he says, too old for tears, and yet a warmth collects behind his eyes anyhow. He won’t cry, only the feeling is there and aching as you move back and give him a typical Hotchner smile. Like he’s being silly, and like you love him. 

“It’ll be okay,” you say, “you’ve got, what, a good ten years left? You can see my golden years.” 

He laughs suddenly. “Ten? How old do you think I am?” 

“You act like you’re nearing seventy.” 

“Oh, I do?” 

You roll your eyes and lean across the photo album for another cookie. “You do! I wish we didn’t have to wait so long to meet, but it’s not like I’m going anywhere. You won’t find me so charming in a few years, so don’t worry. Now, could you leave me and Jack alone for a bit? I’m trying to sneak him another cookie and you’re getting in the way.” 

Aaron hugs you whether you want him to or not, a tight squeeze that you always seem to enjoy, before doing as you’ve asked, promising to find the jigsaw board in the garage so you and Jack can start the newest one. 

“Did you miss him?” he hears Jack asks inexplicably. 

“Who, dad?” Aaron watches you from the door that leads into the garage. He can only see your hands from this angle, your left one landing on Jack’s shoulder for a small squeeze. “I missed him so much you couldn’t believe it.” 

“Thank you for the cookie.” 

“You’re welcome! I missed you too, you know? I have to make up for all my lost time being your big sister. Here, you can hide this one in your pocket, if you want. Just don’t forget it’s there.” 

[fatecantstopme]

Spell Bound

Pairing: Dean Winchester x plus size!reader

Summary: It's sex pollen...I couldn't help myself.

Warnings: cursing, use of pet names. An excessive amount of heavy SMUT, unprotected sex (P in V), rough sex, oral (F receiving), multiple cream pies

"I freaking hate witches," Dean mumbled as he picked the lock on the apartment door.

You chuckled softly, very used to hearing him grumble every time you were hunting a witch.

He slowly walked into the apartment and you followed in after him.

"So what exactly are we looking for?" you asked quietly.

"Big scary magic book. Sam said it's probably on or near some kind of altar."

"Big scary magic book," you muttered under your breath. "Makes perfect sense."

You sighed as you walked into the living room and noticed several bookcases lined with large books. "You've gotta be kidding me."

Dean shot you a weary smile. "Guess it might take a little longer than I thought."

"You think?"

You took one side of the room and Dean took the other. Sam had described the look of the book to the both of you, but there was really no way to be 100% certain if you found it.

About 15 minutes into your perusal, you spotted a large leather-bound book tucked under what appeared to be an altar cloth. You slowly removed the cloth, wary of what you might uncover. The book was almost exactly as Sam had described, so you had a feeling it was the right one.

"I think I found it," you said aloud.

At almost the same exact moment, a crash sounded from behind you and Dean let out a string of curses.

You spun around to see the hunter brushing off some sort of florescent pink dust from his face. "What the hell did you do?"

"I was moving some of the books and this box fell out and some powder just kinda...sprayed my face."

"Seriously?"

He looked sheepish. "I didn't even see it."

You sighed. "Great. God only knows what the hell that was."

He looked at the box carefully, but there was nothing written on it to identify the powdery substance he had inhaled. He gave you another sheepish look and shrugged. "Maybe it's not harmful."

You shot him a stony look. "Dean...it's a witch. It's not gonna be fairy dust."

He sighed, knowing you were right. He started shifting his shoulders a bit as if he was uncomfortable.

"Let's get out of here. I'll call Sam on the way back to the motel and see if he has any idea what it could be."

Dean nodded and followed you out the door. By the time you got outside the building and to the car, he was twitching like an addict in need of a fix.

"Dean?" you asked tentatively.

"My skin feels like it's on fire and--and it's like--itchy. And there's a weird feeling inside that I can't describe, but it doesn't feel nice."

"Okay...how 'bout I drive?"

He looked up at you with concerned eyes, but he handed you the keys and got into the passenger seat. You knew he must really be feeling terrible if he was letting you drive Baby.

You started the car up and pulled out of the parking spot while simultaneously calling Sam on your cell. He answered on the third ring.

"Dean got some sort of witchy powder on his face and now he's...itchy?" you said quickly in lieu of a greeting.

Sam sighed. "What are his symptoms?"

You put the phone on speaker. "Dean, what are your symptoms?"

Dean couldn't look at you and when he spoke, his voice was barely above a growl. "I feel like crawling out of my own skin, everything aches, and I'm having a hard time breathing right. Oh and I can literally smell (Y/N)'s skin, which is totally not normal!"

"You can smell my skin?"

He grumbled under his breath. "I can smell your skin and your shampoo and your goddamn body wash, and I want--fuck. What the hell is wrong with me, Sam?"

"Uh, I honestly don't know. Let me call Bobby and see if he has any ideas."

You set the phone down on the seat beside you. "Maybe you're turning into some kind of animal?"

"What?"

"Well, I mean...you can smell me...which is weird and kind of--animalistic."

"I don't think that's it," he said harshly. "My body is aching in a way I can't even begin to describe to you, but I don't think I'm morphing into anything."

You eyed him carefully, worry etched into your face. He was your closest friend and trusted hunting partner, and you hated seeing him like this. Witches scared the shit out of you...you knew what they were capable of.

"Maybe drive a little faster," he hissed.

You pressed harder on the gas and the Impala shot down the road. When your phone rang, you answered it immediately.

"So I think I might know what it is, but I have something I need to ask Dean first," Sam said.

"Okay." You looked at Dean. "Can you hold the phone? Sam wants to ask you something."

Dean took the phone from your hand, hissing as his skin made contact with yours. "What?" he grumbled.

"This is gonna be awkward, but I need to know, okay? Do you feel--umm--aroused at all?"

Dean was silent for a moment as he let his brother's question sink in. Ohhh fuuuuck, he thought to himself. He glanced down at his jeans and noticed the bulge straining against them. With the intense pain he was experiencing, he hadn't really noticed. "Son of a bitch," he mumbled. "Yeah."

"Okay, well the good news is, I know what it is. It's called sex pollen."

"It's called what?"

"Sex pollen. The name doesn't really matter, but you have all the symptoms. They're only going to get worse until--well until you die."

"Die? Is there a cure?"

You looked over at Dean in terror, your foot pressing down even further on the pedal. Dean's hand was shaking slightly as he put the phone on speaker so you could hear.

"You have to--uhh--well--shit. You have to umm...fuck it out."

"I have to what?"

"Dude, I know, okay? But you don't have a choice. If you don't you'll die a rather painful death."

"Son of a bitch," Dean said again. "Can I, umm, take care of it myself?"

"According to what Bobby read, the only option is actual intercourse with another person."

"How long do I have?"

You were acutely aware of Dean's close proximity to you, and now you understood the nature of his pain. Your own breathing was more labored, but you desperately tried to maintain control of yourself. Don't make it weird, (Y/N), you thought to yourself.

"30 minutes from the time of contact until...until death," Sam answered.

"30 minutes?" you gasped. You started doing the math in your head as Dean continued talking to his brother. "We have maybe 10 more minutes until we get back to the motel and that leaves about 10 until..."

Dean looked over at you, his normally green eyes dark with need. "I'm so fucked," he muttered.

"That doesn't really leave us time to find someone for you to--you know," you said worriedly.

"Shit."

"Might wanna make it fast," Sam said.

"Obviously," Dean snapped. "How long will it take to...get out of my system?"

"That depends," Sam began. "If it's meaningless, one and done. If it's someone you care about...that's another story."

"Another story?"

"It could take a lot longer."

"Great," you mumbled.

"Sam, don't be there when we get there," Dean growled at his brother before hanging up the phone.

"Dean?" you questioned softly.

"Just drive, (Y/N)."

You continued driving, but your focus was most definitely not on the road. You could hear the heavy breathing and the soft pained sounds coming from the man beside you and it made it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything else. It certainly didn't help that you had wanted him for years and seeing him like this was making you feel things you absolutely shouldn't be feeling.

Dean flirted with you regularly, but he flirted with almost every person he came into contact with. It's just a part of his personality, so you never read into it. While Dean quite obviously adored you (and you him), you were not his type. You were a good fighter, sure, but where you really excelled was research. You were brilliant--almost as knowledgable as Bobby, though you still had plenty to learn. You were also significantly more--voluptuous than the women Dean gravitated to. Soft, chubby, more to love--whatever you wanna call it. As such, you'd never made any sort of move to announce your feelings for him. You didn't want to face his rejection.

"Sweetheart, if you don't speed up, I'm liable to die before we make it there," Dean hissed.

You shot him a look. "We're less than two minutes away, so don't die on me yet, Winchester."

He exhaled sharply and nodded. "I'm not gonna make it either way, (Y/N). Like you said, we don't have enough time to find a, uh--partner."

You took a deep breath. "I can't let you die."

He looked over at you and you felt his gaze boring right into your soul. "I can't do that to you."

"I really don't see how we have much of a choice here."

You pulled into the motel parking lot before he could respond.

"Let's go," you said quickly as you got out of the car and made your way to your room.

Dean was right behind you, so close you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. As soon as the door was unlocked, Dean was pushing you through it and locking it behind you.

"Shit," he muttered. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"It's okay, Dean," you said softly. "I'm not afraid."

His eyes widened and he grabbed your chin. "You should be...I'm going to lose control."

"It's alright...use me."

He let out a low growl and squeezed your chin tighter. "I--I won't be able to make this good for you."

You pressed yourself against his body, feeling the hard ridges against you. "It's not about me. You need this."

That was all it took for Dean to let go. His lips attacked yours with a hunger you were not expecting despite the intensity of the situation. He was not at all gentle as he tore your clothes from your body, ripping his own off with equal force.

He tossed you down on the bed with shocking ease. He had absolutely no difficulty manhandling you. You weren't sure if it was the sex pollen or just him.

His lips and hands were everywhere, touching every inch of your soft skin he could possibly reach. He needed to be inside of you so badly it was almost impossible to breathe. His skin burned with each touch and his instincts screamed at him to just break you.

He moves his way down your body and you're surprised as he stops just above your core. "Dean, what are you doing?" You knew he needed a release--and soon--or he wasn't gonna make it.

A voice in the back of his mind kept reminding him this was (Y/N), his (Y/N). Even in his current state, he wanted to avoid hurting you if he could. "Need to get you ready," he grunted.

The words were barely out of his mouth before he was devouring your pussy. The sounds he made were incredible, the feeling almost electrifying. He slid two fingers in and moved them in a scissoring motion to help loosen you up.

He was only down there for a 30 seconds before he came up and locked eyes with you. "I can't hold off anymore."

You nodded. "Just let go. I'll be okay."

He knew the moment he slid inside you, he'd be a goner. Whatever tiny amount of self control he'd managed to hang onto would disappear in an instant. But he could also feel the roaring agony inside him and he needed to feed it before it devoured him.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against your ear a split second before he sheathed himself fully inside you.

You cried out--pain mixing with pleasure as his large member stretched you in ways you'd never before experienced.

Dean couldn't give you time to adjust--he was too far gone. His hips began to move and his sole focus was on his own pleasure--his own release.

His thrusts were powerful and fast, so much so that your body started to scoot farther up the bed. He grabbed your hips and held you in place, pace never faltering. The sensations were almost painful given his size, but you wouldn't have stopped him even if you could have.

"Fuck, baby--you feel so good," he grunted.

You were more than a little surprised when he spoke--you hadn't pegged him as a dirty talker. Then again, it could very well have been the pollen. The same could be said of the sounds coming from his mouth. You'd never heard such sinful noises and you loved them.

"So tight--squeezing me so good. Feels like heaven."

You squeezed his cock purposefully, making him groan each time you clenched down. He needed his release and you were gonna make sure he got it. Your own enjoyment was far from your mind--this was essentially a transaction--a lifesaving measure. You had to view it that way to protect your heart...at least that's what you told yourself.

"Baby," he moaned. "Imma fill you up--so close."

Despite the voice in your head telling you this wasn't real--that you shouldn't have any emotional attachments--you reached up and touched his face, caressing it lovingly. "Cum for me, Dean," you whispered.

His eyes locked on yours and he bit his lip--hearing you say his name in the heat of the moment was a bigger turn on than he'd ever imagined. It pushed him right over the edge and he spilled inside of you with a grunt.

You lay beneath him, panting despite the minimal exertion on your part. He'd had his orgasm, but he was still moving, much to your surprise. "You're not done--?"

He shook his head. "Need more."

He pulled out and quickly flipped you over with no warning. You instinctively lifted your hips to allow him access, which he took without hesitation. His cock was still throbbing and the need still burned in his veins. His mind remained singularly focused on his relief--his pleasure.

He slammed into your pussy and set a brutal pace, earning a cry of pain from your lips. This new angle allowed him better access, sending his cock deeper inside of you. His head brushed against your cervix with each thrust, a stinging pain accompanying the pleasure.

Dean's large palm came down on your ass with a hard smack, eliciting a gasp of surprise from your lips. Your pussy clamped down on his cock as he landed another slap to your round cheek.

"Fuck baby, you like that don't you?" Smack. "You like it when I slap this sexy ass?" Smack. "Fuck--squeezing me so tight, sweetheart." Smack.

He was right though, you loved it. You always had, but there was something extra enjoyable about having your ass smacked by Dean Fucking Winchester. Even if you couldn't verbally express your pleasure to him, your pussy made it well-known.

Dean's right hand gripped your hips tightly, pulling you flush against him as he continued pumping. His left hand trailed up your back until he grabbed a fist full of hair at the base of your neck and pulled. Your head snapped back and you cried out, but you didn't fight him.

"Do you know how badly I've wanted to pull this hair, pretty girl? Fuck--I think about it all the time." His pace was relentless and his hand remained entangled in your hair.

You'd never really noticed him looking at your hair in any particular way, so you assumed once again the pollen was making him say such dirty little things.

After several more thrusts, Dean let go of your hair and pushed down on your upper back, forcing you to press your upper body into the mattress. Dean gripped your hips with both of his hands and slammed into you with an intensity that was unmatched by any of his previous actions.

You had a feeling he was close to another orgasm, at least if his grunts and curses were anything to go by. You clenched down around him again, intent on pushing him past the brink.

It worked like a charm. Dean came with a cry of your name, thrusts continuing as he emptied inside of you once again.

You were exhausted and you hadn't had a single orgasm. Part of you really hoped Dean had gotten it all out of his system, but another part of you didn't want this to end. Even if it wasn't real--even if he didn't actually want to be having sex with you, you liked pretending, if only for a little while.

Dean pulled out of you slowly and rolled you over with a surprising gentleness. You assumed that meant he was satiated and the pollen was out of his system.

When you met his eyes, you were surprised by how brilliantly green they were. You'd almost gotten used to the dark forest color that had taken over as a result of the pollen. He was looking at you with an odd expression you couldn't quite place, but for some reason it made you want to scurry away and hide.

"Better?" you whispered.

He cocked his head to the side and a small smirk played on his lips. "Not even close," he murmured.

His lips met yours in a fiery kiss before you had time to respond. Unlike the previous kisses, this one was more passionate, more intense. It made your body tingle all over and a warmth spread through your veins.

Dean's brain fog had finally cleared enough that he could actually slow down and focus on what was happening--on what he was doing, or rather who. He hated that he'd cum twice without even thinking about you, let alone making you orgasm. Dean prided himself on being an excellent lover and he wasn't about to let you leave this bed unsatisfied.

His cock brushed against your pussy as he shifted to hold you closer. You both inhaled sharply, enjoying the sensation. Dean's lips began to travel down your neck, leaving soft, wet kisses in his wake. He nipped at your pulse point, earning an excited moan from you. He liked hearing that sound, so he sucked on that spot until you were panting heavily beneath him.

His hands traveled over your soft curves, touching and squeezing all the parts of your body you were self-conscious about. Dean didn't seem to give a damn that your stomach wasn't flat, that your hips weren't narrow and your thighs weren't skinny--in fact, he seemed to be reveling in the feeling of softness.

His lips were so gentle as he continued his downward movements. He kissed and licked and sucked on each of your breasts, spending several minutes focusing on each one. "You have such perfect breasts," he murmured.

You were too surprised, and perhaps too lost in pleasure, to formulate any kind of response to his words. Luckily, he didn't seem to need one, and he refocused his attention on you.

Once he was satisfied your breasts had received enough love, he continued moving down your stomach, stopping to place soft kisses to every mark and scar he saw.

When he reached your sweet pussy, he spread your legs as wide as he could and settled down between them. You were surprised at his actions, especially since you knew he was still hard--that he still needed another release.

Dean was now singularly focused on one thing--and that was you. Now that his damn brain was working properly, he wanted to make sure you enjoyed this--even if it was a one time thing because you didn't want him to die, he wasn't about to walk away from this without making you scream his name at least once.

He breathed in deeply, smelling your arousal mixed with his own spend, and he smirked. His eyes flicked up to yours and his mouth latched onto your clit, unleashing an overwhelming assault on your swollen mound.

You gasped as the sudden pleasure washed over you. You couldn't take your eyes off the man between your legs--nor did he take his eyes off you. Every time your hips bucked or you tried to move, his strong arms held you in place so he could continue to watch you.

You were writhing against the sheets in what felt like seconds--it was probably longer, but either way you felt embarrassed at how quickly you fell apart under his touch. Your orgasm tore through you like a hurricane, broken moans dripping from your lips.

To your shock, and perhaps concern, Dean didn't stop his assault on your pussy. Even as you tried to squirm away, he held you in place, desperate to give you another orgasm. You whimpered that it was too much, begged him to give you a break, but all of those words quickly morphed into pleas to keep going--don't stop.

"Dean," you gasped as your fingers slipped into his hair, grabbing hold of the short locks by the roots. Your nails scrapped lightly against his scalp and he let out a soft groan.

His tongue seemed to dance across your clit, creating beautiful designs and languages only he seemed to know. He paid attention to what motions made you quiver, which ones made you moan, and which ones had you tugging on his hair with an iron grip.

"Dean, please--I--so close," you moaned.

He smiled, enjoying the immense pleasure he was giving you just as much as you seemed to enjoy it. A few moments later, you were once again coming apart against his mouth and he eagerly lapped up everything you had to give him.

This time as you tugged on his hair and squirmed away, he obliged, lifting himself up from between your thighs. He licked his lips as he looked down at your blissed out face.

"You taste like heaven, baby," he murmured. "Wanna taste?"

Your pretty (y/e/c) eyes widened and you nodded hesitantly. He smiled wolfishly as he leaned down to kiss you, tongue invading your mouth almost instantly, allowing you to taste yourself.

You moaned into the kiss and he held you even more tightly, lips sealed to yours like he needed your air to breathe.

He wasn't entirely sure how he'd managed to control his urges long enough to coax two orgasms from you, but he could feel that control waning. "I need you, baby," he whispered against your lips. "I need you so badly."

You looked up at him, a small smile playing on your lips. You lifted your hips to brush against his cock and he groaned at the contact. You nipped at his jaw and pulled him back down to you. "Fuck me, Dean. Please."

He groaned. "Yes ma'am."

He didn't hesitate as he gripped his cock firmly and lined it up with your entrance. He slipped inside easily, having plenty of lubrication to assist him. Despite having been inside of you multiple times at this point, he was still taken aback by how fucking incredible you felt.

"God, I love this pussy," he murmured. "She was made for me."

You moaned softly at his words and the feeling of him inside you once again. As he started to move, he was much more gentle and you found yourself enjoying the sensations--perhaps more than you should.

"You're so good for me, (Y/N)," Dean mumbled, already lost in the feeling of you.

You would have given anything to hear him say that, but the words broke your heart a little. Had he had any other choice, he likely wouldn't be here right now--you wouldn't be the one he was fucking.

"Hey," he whispered, a rough, calloused hand running along your cheek as he looked at you. "Where's that pretty little head at?"

You smiled at him. "Right here, Dean."

Somewhere inside of him, he knew you were lying, but the damn pollen was still affecting his senses. He accepted your response and went back to his actions, focusing on the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock like a vise.

He wanted to feel you cum one more time...wanted to feel the way you'd squeeze his cock as you came. He wanted to watch you come undone beneath him, lost in pleasure he gave you.

He grabbed a pillow and gently lifted your hips, sliding the pillow under them. This provided him a new, improved angle, allowing him to cage you beneath him and hit that sweet spot inside you.

"Dean!" you gasped as the first thrust hit your g-spot.

He grinned and picked up his pace, slamming into it repeatedly. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge of an orgasm you knew would ruin you. Dean Winchester already made you feel things no other man ever had and his ability in bed was no exception. Damn him.

His thrusts were firm and measured, each one sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing through your body. The familiar tightening in your gut was so intense you thought you might actually explode.

Dean's strong arms were on either side of your head and he was looking down at you with that same strange expression from earlier. "You're so damn beautiful, baby. I wanna watch this pretty face as you cum for me."

You gasped, unprepared for the way his words made you feel. You felt emboldened, so you asked for what you needed. "I need more, Dean."

His hand slipped between your bodies, a single finger gently massaging your clit as he continued to fuck you. "That better, baby?"

You nodded rapidly, earning a soft chuckle from his sweet lips.

"You gonna cum for me beautiful?"

You nodded again.

"Yeah? I want you to keep those pretty eyes open when you cum, okay? Wanna see you fall apart."

"Dean..." you whispered.

"I know, sweet girl. I've got you."

Your brain seemed to short-circuit in that moment. All you could feel was a blinding hot pressure immediately followed by an intense euphoria. You heard someone scream "Dean!" and you belatedly realized it had been your voice.

The intensity of your orgasm sent Dean spiraling over the edge of his own. He hadn't even been prepared for it--the mixture of you screaming his name and the sensations of you squeezing him so tightly and the gorgeous way your face contorted as you came was all he needed.

He emptied into you a third and final time, his cock finally beginning to soften as he helped you ride out your high.

He pulled out and flopped down beside you on the bed, his body aching from what had to be some of the best sex of his life--sex pollen or not.

You were just as sore as Dean--probably more so given you literally couldn't move. The two of you laid there in silence, slowly coming down from the electrical highs you'd experienced, both trying to catch your breath for the first time in what felt like hours.

Dean was the first to recover. "Did I hurt you?" he asked so softly you almost didn't hear him.

You turned your head to look at him and your heart clenched at the expression on his face. He was genuinely worried, brows furrowed in concern. You contemplated lying to him, but you knew he'd see right through you.

"A little," you said honestly.

He winced and his beautiful eyes closed. "I'm so sorry, (Y/N)--I would never hurt you on purpose--ever."

You offered him a small smile he couldn't see, until your hand touched his cheek and he opened his eyes again. "I know."

There were a thousand other things you wanted to say--a thousand words you wanted to string together into just the right sentences, but you couldn't. You wouldn't put yourself through it.

"Shower?" he asked softly.

"I honestly don't think I can stand."

A smirk played on his lips. "That should not make me feel so damn good."

You laughed lightly, glad to hear the teasing tone in his voice that you loved so much.

He managed to pull himself into a sitting position. "It's not ideal, but there is a bathtub..." he trailed off.

"I wouldn't mind a bath," you admitted.

He nodded and got to his feet. He was a little unsteady at first, but managed to make his way to the bathroom. You heard the water running as he filled up the tub.

You laid there thinking about everything that had just happened. This was a position you'd never imagined you'd be in--with anyone, let alone Dean Winchester.

You knew this wasn't something you were going to be able to forget about, but you hoped things would go back to normal between the two of you and eventually this would just be a funny story.

Suddenly, Sam's words from earlier snapped into your mind. "If it's meaningless, one and done. If it's someone you care about...that's another story."

One and done...one and done. This most definitely had not been a 'one and done' scenario. But didn't that mean...? No. No way. Impossible. Dean Winchester does NOT have feelings for you.

You began to rationalize your thought process. Maybe "care about" included a friendly relationship. Yeah...yeah that made the most sense. Of course Dean cares about you. You're his best friend. There couldn't possibly be anything more to it...right?

As if on cue, Dean stepped back into the room. "Bath's ready."

"Okay." You tried to pull yourself up, but you immediately fell back against the mattress, body too worn out to sustain any kind of movement.

Dean chuckled lightly and came up to the side of the bed. He pulled the pillow out from under your hips and slipped his arms under your body, hoisting you up bridal style.

"Jesus!" you yelled. "Put me down! I'm too heavy--you'll throw out your back."

Dean laughed. "Calm down, (Y/N). I just threw you around this bed repeatedly with zero issues. I promise I can carry you to the bathroom without dying."

"But--"

He glared at you and tightened his grip on you as if to prove his point. "Ain't a damn thing wrong with your body, so shut it."

Your mouth closed immediately. His words sent a jolt directly to your core and you were almost annoyed by it. As if three orgasms wasn't enough...

Dean very gently set you on your feet in the bathroom and slowly helped you into the tub. As soon as he got you into a seated position, he got into the tub as well, slipping in behind you.

"Umm...whatcha doing?"

"Taking a bath."

"Isn't the tub a bit small for both of us?"

You could feel him shrug behind you. "I think it's perfect size. Now come here." He grabbed your shoulders and gently pulled you back so you were laying against his chest. "That's better," he muttered.

Your mind began to race once again as you laid there, body tense and uncomfortable.

"Okay, (Y/N), I know you better than anyone, so don't you dare lie to me. Where's your head at?"

"I--" you sighed. "I'm not really sure how to feel."

He nodded. "I know you didn't want this--I feel like I had to literally force myself onto you and I hate that. I know you only agreed so I wouldn't die, but--"

"Woah--stop." You sat up and turned your head to face him. "That's not true at all. You didn't force me to do anything."

"Okay, maybe 'force' is the wrong word...but you did have sex with me to save my life. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"

"I'm painfully aware," you muttered.

He ran his hand over his face. "I'm not saying any of this right."

"Then what are you trying to say?"

He bit his lip. "Remember what Sammy said? About...how long the effects would last?"

You nodded.

"Well in case you didn't notice, I had three orgasms."

"Both me and my very sore vagina noticed," you said lightly.

He sighed. "Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you, (Y/N)?"

You turned a little more so you could see his face better. He had that same look he'd had when he was making you feel incredible. "I need to hear you say it..." you whispered.

He nodded and leaned forward so his face was mere inches from yours. "He didn't mean 'care' as in 'we're friends, so I care about you'...he meant 'care' as in 'love'."

Your lips parted and you inhaled sharply.

"So you see, I don't just care about you as a friend...and I don't just love you as a friend...I'm in love with you."

"You--you love me?"

"In love," he repeated. "For as long as I can remember."

"You're in love--with me?"

He chuckled softly. "Who else would I be talking to, baby? Yes, I'm in love with you."

"I--I don't know--" you stuttered.

"The only thing you need to know is how you feel. Do you know how you feel about me, (Y/N)?" he whispered.

You nodded slowly.

"And?"

"I'm in love with you too."

He grinned widely. "Yeah?"

You nodded, cheeks turning red.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you back against him. He looked down at you with that expression he'd been wearing and you suddenly realized what it was...it was love--real, true, beautiful, heart aching love.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to your lips, which you returned in kind. He held you tightly, loving the feeling of your body in his arms.

"We better get cleaned up before this water gets cold," he said softly, lips pressing to your hair.

"Mhmm," you hummed.

He chuckled. "Don't you dare fall asleep on me, babe."

"But I'm comfortable," you whined.

He smiled against your cheek. "Give me five minutes to clean you up and then we can sleep, okay?"

You looked over at him and smiled. "Deal."

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[leyavo]

| On my way |

Summary: Simon needs you after a particular rough mission and you help him come back to himself.

Hurt/comfort. TW: death** I apologise in advance for this one. [masterlist] 1,233words

[Wife/gf masterlist]

It’s not often that John Price’s name lit up your phone. You rubbed your eyes, kicking the thin sheets off your legs as you sat up. A sheen of sweat coats the back of your neck, vest top sticking to you like a second skin in the summer heat. You glanced over your shoulder to the vacant space, palm smoothing over the mattress as you answer on the third ring.

“Sorry gal, Si’s not himself. Gonna need you to work your magic again, just like last time.” John’s grating voice nothing more than a scratch, as if he’s been shouting more than talking. The other end of the line silent, no banter in the background as the team make their usual jokes.

“I’m on my way.”

Simon made you a plan for quick exits, made you practice how to react without a second thought. You’re dressed and out the door in a matter of minutes, the T-shirt Simon gave you inside out but you’re too worried to care. Resetting the house alarm is muscle memory, the small bag on the crook of your elbow carrying only the necessities. Phone, charger, purse and a warm bottle water.

The drive feels painstakingly slow, the absence of cars on the road making it seem like you’re not getting anywhere. Three straight lanes of the motorway merging. The rising sun blinding you as the car crawls to a stop outside the residential house of the army base.

John’s halfway out of the door before you’re even walking down the pathway. He’s still wearing his tactical gear, bucket hat askew as he meets you in the middle.

“He’s inside, I’ve got, gotta…” he stuttered, the captain crumbling in front of you.

You nod your head, patting his arm and walking through the front door. The house gloomy, musty stench hanging in the air where the place had been left unused. You know that whatever’s lead up to this moment, no amount of words would console them. There’s no way for you to understand, because you’ve never done the things they’ve had to.

There’s always a distant part of Simon you’ll never relate to. A part he’ll suppress in order to protect you.

And that’s all to do with the mask. The one he’s never worn when he’s with you. The last time you came here, he’d already removed it thanks to the gash on his jawline needing stitches.

The dark and narrow hallway sends a shiver down your spine, the tracks of mud staining the carpet leading the way. You paused at the door ajar, a sliver of light peeking through. Slipping through the gap and into the room, you bit back your gasp.

Simon’s perched on the edge of the bed, head hung low and shoulders hunched as he picked at the skin around his fingernails. The dim lamp casting shadows on the skull mask covering his face, but you can see those downcast eyes. A glimpse of the man behind it.

His gear dumped by his mud coated boots, vest and hoody strewn across the creased bedding. Red coats his bare arms and hands, you can’t even tell if it’s his or someone else’s.

“Simon.” You say his name more like asking a question, wondering if he’s your husband or Ghost still on a mission. Someone you don’t know.

You stood at least a foot away from him, learning the hard way last time when you’d moved too fast and ended up pressed against the wall. No, you’d let him come to you even it if took all day.

“John called me.”

His body curled in more and his broad shoulders trembled. You took a step forward and he stilled, head lifting a fraction to your discoloured trainers. He nodded ever so slightly, acknowledging your presence.

“I’m just going to stay here with you,” you said, closing the gap between you and him, toe to toe. The open window behind you sent a warm breeze through the room, the baggy T-shirt that swamped you billowing towards his clasped hands.

You sunk to your knees, your hands taking his before he resumed the picking. It took everything in you not to move as his head snapped up and you finally got to see the mask. Even the stitching on the centre running down the crown of his head put you off. The cracked ivory skull staring back at you. It’s hard to recognise a semblance of your husband eyes, there’s a shadow of darkness looming over them as his features remain unmoving. Waiting for you to move too fast or say the wrong thing.

Simon’s forehead pushed against yours, the rough skull of his mask digging into your skin. His hand grabbed yours and he lifted it to rest it on the nape of neck. A silent plea for you to help him remove it. It’s gritty and rough under your touch, as if it’s been dragged through a burning building. The Smokey stench stinging your nostrils.

“It’s okay,” your whispered voice trembled as his hand dropped to the bed like a dead weight. The thump drawing you to stand back up as you pulled the mask over his head. The black material tracing his forehead and crooked nose as you gently tugged it off. A mess of blonde hair skimming his thick brows.

“I couldn’t…” his words stopping short as his fists clenched on top of his knees. The scabs on his knuckles tearing open and weeping blood.

“You don’t have to do anything, it’s over.”

You hooked your finger under his chin and lifted his face. His lashes clumped, tears leaving track marks down the grime dusting his skin. The hem of your T-shirt twisted in his grasp as he tugged you closer to stand between his legs.

The top of his head leant against your stomach, the curve of his shoulder blades shifting underneath his dirty shirt. You combed your fingers through his blonde hair, his palms cupping the back of your thighs as if you’d fall back a step and he’d lose you. You’d never seen him so small. The way he hunched over and shrunk away from your gaze each time he tried to speak.

“I’m right here Simon.”

You can’t bring yourself to think of the horrors he’s witnessed, can’t begin to think how it’s only the second time he’s been like this. Breaks your heart to think he probably did it alone before you.

“I couldn’t get to him…” he sniffed glancing up at you, arms wrapping around your waist and head burying into the crook of your neck. “Johnny he just went down.” A sob tore from his throat and his whole body shuddered against yours.

And that’s when you realised why John hadn’t stayed. Why Simon had reacted at the sound of his name, as if he expected you to say Johnny and not John. Why the rest of the task force wasn’t hanging around the house.

It wasn’t Simon’s vest on the bed, it was Johnny’s. His blood staining your husband’s arms, as if he held his friend till his last breaths.

The last time Simon had struggled to come back to himself, he’d seen someone hit by a bomb. Now it was the death of his friend.

You’re not sure if he’ll ever come back from this loss.

“He was just lying there…”

❤️‍🩹 I apologise for whatever I’ve just wrote - Leya

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

do you have a masterlist?

i do now 👉👉

👇

nsfw content is marked per post.

everything mine | desktop only: everything mine but chronological

stories snippets everything Gaz everything Soap everything Ghost everything Price everything multi-141 and poly 141 everything Alejandro everything KorTac everything Hesh and Keegan tag games/ask games

---series masterlists---

soulmate Soap

gym partner Gaz

post-apocalypse au

shark mermen 141 AU

---other series---

pick up lines

at Gaz: looking good.

at Soap: do you have a mirror in your pants? because i can see myself in them.

at Soap: what’s the difference between an enzyme and a hormone? you can’t hear an enzyme.

at Soap: do you like magic? because I’ve got a rabbit and a wand we can use.

^ follow-up: i think you broke me. / would you rather i broke your bed instead?

at Gaz: call me bunny, cause i wanna bounce on your lap

^ follow-up in the car

messy sexual tension Gaz

01: Gaz making things sexual on purpose 02: Gaz being jealous 03: Gaz getting your lewd selfie 04: …

soft dom gaz (wholesome route)

01: falling into bed with soft dom Gaz 02: waking up next to soft dom Gaz

soft dom gaz (toxic route)

01: flirting with Gaz on the job 02: spreading rumors about dating Gaz 03: spreading rumors about dating Gaz, part 2 snippet: you like it when Gaz bullies you snippet: Gaz isn’t gonna fix you <3 snippet: Gaz “savior complex” Garrick

TF-141 and free use medic reader

free use + rough sex + group sex

Soap is pissed

Ghost and Gaz protective over you

Ghost teaching Soap how to take care of their toy

with Alejandro

first time meeting Ghost

Ghost + coworkers with benefits, part 1

Ghost + coworkers with benefits, part 2

dark courtly love au

01. a courtly love au, but unhinged 02. Ghost is a weapon

witch!reader and familiars!141 au

snippet: witch of the wilds reader shapeshifter familiars 141 tormenting witch reader, part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 + epilogue

---misc by character---

Soap

“And why would a medic need a call sign?”

Soap is a munch, but it’s not for your benefit

meeting best friend Soap at the airport (hurt/comfort)

Soap indulging himself on you

Gaz

Gaz plays tank; you play healer

snippet: Gaz bites you bites you bites you bites y

Price

smutty collab: Price impolitely asking for your attention

Nikto

Nikto and honeypot reader (a la red sparrow)

Hesh

offering to help Hesh out with his virginity

Keegan

snippet: let me divorce you

snippet: ex-husband keegan

Captain MacTavish

treating you like an unruly kitten

^ soft counterpart: when you keep fighting him anyway

multi

snippet: thinkin about a reader who is a people-pleaser in bed (with TF141)

snippet: people-pleaser reader + Horangi (+ KorTac)

snippet: TF141’s reactions to “can you get this thing off the top shelf for me?”

snippet: TF141’s reactions to “want me to paint your nails?”

snippet: topping Gaz and Ghost

^ follow up snippet: biting Gaz and Ghost

snippet: TF141’s favorite sexy clothes on you

snippet: TF141 protecting you because you’re their asset

snippet: TF141 with a Japanese/bilingual reader

totally failed at making a cake for the boys

if the military wanted you to have a wife, they'd issue you one

snippet: TF141 + cars

[ditzydoe444]

omg i can’t stop thinking about jason loving to toss reader around like a rag doll!

if you could write something about how he is so big and strong and she is so small, that most of the times he plays with her positions just for fun, testing to see just how much she can stretch and everything! he loves how her little body is so eager to please him!

already looking forward to see your magic!

-🎸

MDNI 18+

rough dom! jason x reader

—ㅤ꒰ྀིㅤ jason todd x reader ಿৎ

mentions of: size difference, vaginal sex, a little very very brief mention dub con??

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“come on sweetheart, biggg stretch yeah?” he groaned as he watched his cock disappear in your small cunt, barely taking him in as he struggled with the last few inches. “so big jay,” you moaned as your head was shoved down into the pillow, already a drooling mess and he hasn’t even started. jason chuckled, gently tapping your cheeks, “you’re doing so well, you’re body is so accomodating sweetheart.”

jason was well aware of the size difference between you two, his larger muscular frame allowed him manhandle you like a rag doll. however, your body was more than accomodating, always bending to his will as he slammed his fat cock in you. though your cunt was a different story. even though you were flexible enough to bend to whatever position he desired, your cunt could barely take him in, like it was too small for him. “you’re always so god damn tight,” he grunted watching his cock split you half.

you were a willing little thing, always ready to comply with whatever position jason wanted. “always so good for me hm?” his large hands gently kneading the fat on your hips. he has placed you in various positions, bending you over the counter or fucking you whilst you were bent over in a 90 degree angle with your palms on the wall. sometimes if he was mad at you, he would just pick you up and slam you down on his cock, it was free use at his house.

jason could easily lift you and fuck you anytime and anywhere, and god did he love it. “think you can spread your legs a little further sweetheart?” his large hand gently tapping your ass, making you push it out even higher in the air. “mhmm,” you moaned, spreading your legs even further.

you were like his own personal flesh light, that was a little too small for his cock but he made it work.

jason had the bed creaking in a matter of seconds, his thrusts knocking the wind out of your lungs as you gripped onto the sheets, your body moving with each thrust. “doin’ so well, so god damn tight.”

god you were always so god damn tight.

there was something about the way that your cunt couldn’t even take him fully, cock struggling to go back in with each thrust as you clench around him. “you know, since this little pussy is so god damn tight, maybe i can fuck your ass one day yeah?”

he was going to split you in half.

jason spreads your cheeks, as he watches your ass clench around nothing. “it’s so desperate to be filled sweetheart, how about i give it some love yeah?”

[himasgod]

idk if you'll do this since it isn't rlly a "ship", but i've recently been thinking about a Player/Yuu and Reader friendship or even parental relationship!!! this is technically all inspired by an Ao3 fic where Reader is also in the ramshackle dorm because their cuz so cool and "powerful" the mirror couldn't assign them to a dorm heh, and the year after is when Yuu wakes up (game starts) making Reader a second year and House warden!!!

i think this is a rlly cool concept and wanted to see if there is anything you could add to it cuz i like ur writing ^^

preferably Male of Gn reader!! and Yuu's gender doesnt matter :))

YUU AND READER

Where Yuu arrives new to NRC, and you are in charge of protecting them

I DON'T KNOW IF I UNDERSTOOD THE CONCEPT YOU WERE REFERRING TO, but I really enjoyed writing this, I hope you like it!

The first time you meet Yuu, they’re covered in soot, half-conscious, and gripping a flaming broom like their life depends on it.

You blink. Then blink again.

“Crowley,” you say flatly, arms crossed, “you didn’t tell me you were dumping another stray into my dorm.”

The headmage laughs nervously.

“My dear, you know Ramshackle is practically made for wayward souls!”

You look down at the soot-streaked human. Their uniform is a size too big, and their eyes are wide with confusion. Grim is clinging to their leg like a plushie.

"...They’re not even from here, are they?"

“Technically, neither are you,” Crowley points out.

You don’t dignify that with a response.

That night, you patch Yuu up in the creaky lounge with what little your dorm budget allows: a med kit you bartered from Riddle, a blanket sewn by Deuce (badly), and some tea Trey taught you to brew with dandelion roots.

They keep blinking at you like you might vanish.

“So,” you say, settling onto the other dusty couch.

“You're stuck here. Got no magic. Crowley’s about as helpful as a broken cauldron.”

Yuu nods slowly.

“Then I guess you live here now.”

They blink again. “What?”

“I’m the Housewarden of Ramshackle,” you say simply. "You stick with me, follow my rules, and I’ll make sure you don’t get eaten alive.”

“Is that a figure of speech or a real threat?”

“…It’s NRC. You’ll figure it out.”

Over time, it becomes a routine.

Yuu nearly gets turned into a statue? You’re there before it happens, yanking them out of harm’s way by the back of their collar.

Grim eats too much? You carry his unconscious body bridal-style to the infirmary while threatening to gut Ace if he laughs.

Crowley forgets to give Yuu lunch money? You “borrow” some from Azul’s stash and promise to pay it back.

You’re not always warm. Not the nurturing type. But you are constant.

And when Yuu has nightmares about being stuck in a world that doesn’t want them, you're always sitting in the hallway outside their door—half-asleep, arms crossed, guarding the space like it’s sacred.

One day, after a particularly rough Spelldrive practice, Yuu brings you a flower crown they made out of wild clover.

“For your desk,” they say awkwardly. “Or... for your head. I dunno.”

You stare at it.

It’s lopsided. Messy. Falling apart a little at the end.

You kneel and let them place it on your head without a word.

Grim bursts out laughing.

“You look like a fairy princess!”

You don’t move. Don’t flinch.

“…You done?”

Grim’s wheezing.

You stand slowly. Loom over him.

Yuu smirks. “Run.”

Grim runs.

You chase him across the front lawn, crown still slipping down your head.

You never say it, but it’s obvious to anyone who visits Ramshackle:

The ghosts avoid Yuu now—not out of malice, but respect.

The dorm is cleaner, warmer, decorated with mismatched things you and Yuu both picked out.

And sometimes, when you think no one’s listening, you’ll knock on Yuu’s door before curfew just to say:

“Proud of you. Don’t let the chaos eat you. Sleep before midnight or I’m locking the windows.”

[luuknowsbetter]

RIDE. Bucky Barnes x reader

plot; You tease Bucky about riding him, but he takes it seriously.

trope; Bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings; smut. Inappropriate Language. and sex, a LOT of sex

I was lying on the sofa in the living room with Alpine on my lap, while watching an episode of Friends on TV, when suddenly I heard things being moved from the cupboard in the kitchen, I leaned over to see what it was about and I saw Bucky took out a glass to drink a whiskey, I shouted "make me one too babe!" and I settled down on the couch again. Bucky arrived within a few minutes, with two drinks in his hands, and sat next to me, handing me the glass, I thanked him with a soft kiss on the cheek and he put his arm around my shoulder,-

-What are we watching? -He asked, looking at the screen,

-Friends- I answered, without taking my eyes off the TV where Ross was covered in talcum powder from head to toe with his pants down while he was on a call with Joey. I laughed while watching the episode. Bucky smiled sideways when he heard me laugh, and placed his hand on my thigh, caressing it gently. I looked down at his hand and bit my lip slightly. Apparently he noticed because the next thing he did was start placing wet kisses on my neck. and my face, I gave a little chuckle and he pulled away with a little smile

-What? He asks smiling, not understanding what was happening.

-I think Alpine doesn't like this- I mention, and Bucky looks down at my lap to see the cat with a very unfriendly face, I laugh and pick her up to put her on the floor.

Bucky gives me a flirtatious look as he repositions his hand on my thigh. "Should we continue doll?" he asked with a smirk. We started kissing again, but this time it was more romantic. A few seconds later we separated in search of air.

-Are you okay doll? -He asks, caressing my face gently, and tucking my hair behind my ear. -Oh yes, just thinking about riding your face- I say with a light ironic laugh, he looks at me surprised, but he lets out a chuckle, denying it slightly. that sentence hits him, hard- his entire demeanor changes instantly into one full of cocky overconfidence- and he’s clearly trying to compose himself

-Oh yeah? he asks, voice low- think you can handle it?- he asks, voice low and rough. I chuckle at his comment

-I think so...- i lick my lips and I can see how his eyes darken once he sees me do this, he grins, eyes sparkling with playful mischief

-Come here then, doll. I approach, positioning myself on his lap with my legs on either side, he laughs, denying -No, doll…-I look at him with a raised eyebrow-ride my face, pretty girl...

Bucky sits on the floor to begin spreading kisses that go from my ankles to my inner thighs, where we made eye contact while he took off my small sports shorts and begins to kiss my intimate area above my panties. I let out a soft moan when I feel his kisses there, and I accidentally look away, causing Bucky to grab my face with his metal arm, forcing me to see him. -Keep your eyes on me, princess.

he says with a somewhat flirtatious tone, I nod and he immediately tears off my panties, tearing them on the spot, I let out a loud moan at the suddenness, James smiles maliciously when he hears me and bites his lip. seeing myself so vulnerable before him. Suddenly, Bucky picks me up in his arms, carries me on his shoulder

and he runs to the stairs where he takes me to our room, he gently leaves me on the bed and kisses me again, this time I have control and put him to bed. We both look at each other while I'm on top of him, and Bucky nods in approval, and I would even say a little excited.

I position myself over his mouth but without letting all my weight fall on him, so he begins to leave wet kisses all over my pussy, I let out small, low moans, his tongue is doing magic and I am enjoying the moment. until he stops, I open my mouth in protest and look down at my boyfriend, the soldier smirks and grabs my hips harder as he looks at me. -doll…when I tell you that You sit on my face, I mean it, don't just lean on it. fucking sit on it, sit like a chair. -I am surprised by his words, and possibly, at this point, I am totally blushing

-b-but I don't want to drown you- he interrupts me without letting me finish. -Don't ask if I can breathe, you sit down, and he lets me eat my lady's pussy.

I finally do what he asks, although a little unsure of it, but the moment I felt him directly inside me, licking and sucking my clit, god… I just couldn't stop moaning and moving back and forth. James continued licking and sometimes moaned which made me squirm with pleasure, until I couldn't take it anymore and finally I came all over his face. I got up from him quickly, totally embarrassed by it, Bucky had my juices all over his face, I covered my mouth with my hands -sorry! Seriously forgive me love, I didn't mean to- he laughs and kisses my forehead sweetly. -It's okay doll, I love it…" he says smiling softly, brushing the hair from my face to see me better.

-oh really? I mean, I stained everything, I really - he denies again -doll, this is an act of pure love from you towards me, the fact that you came for me means that you love me…or that I'm really good at it -he says something flirtatious, causing a blush on my part and making me hit his arm gently.

"I love you, princess…" he whispers -I love you more, soldier.

HELLO

okay so this is my 1st time writing smut so

i hope it was good