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oscurascout · 6 months

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Y/N As A Partygoer

Reader x Partypooper

Part 1 (Part 2, Part 3, Part 4)

I opened my eyes to see a yellow wall. I didn't know how I got there, since last night I was in my bedroom. I looked around and noticed that my body was a little weird. I looked down and saw that I didn't have my pajamas. Instead, my new body was like a yellow ghost, similar to when you cover yourself with a blanket and pretend to be a ghost, but yellow. My hands were like some sort of circular shape with a type of monster mouth on them.

"Huh, what the hell happened to me?" I thought as I started to panic and run around like a chicken with its head cut off. I then spotted someone who looked like me. I stopped and walked towards them. They looked at me but didn't say anything or react to our appearances. They just started walking again, and I followed them.

I followed them until I saw a bunch of others like me. I started to look around, and no one seemed surprised or nervous about how we looked now. "It's so weird how they can act so normal," I thought as I heard some of them talk to each other and there was also cake in the party tables. I got close to the cake, and it looked like a normal cake. One of the strange creatures pulled out a knife and looked at me.

Creature - *cutting a piece of cake* "Want some~?"

I nodded, and the creature served it on a plate and gave it to me. I thanked it, and the creature walked away. I was about to eat the piece of cake when I noticed something strange in it - a piece of what looked like a human finger. I didn't eat it and just left it there. I then went exploring and found that I was in a normal party room, one that seemed familiar but you are never able to place where you have seen it.

While walking around, I heard a female scream. I went towards the sound and saw many other yellow creatures surrounding the woman. I initially thought they were helping her until they began to attack her. I moved towards them to help, but it was too late. One of them started to "eat" pieces of the dead body with its hand-mouth things. I was horrified and turned away, deciding to stay away from people or the creatures.

After a few minutes of walking, I stumbled upon some almond water. I grabbed it, and it seemed that my new body had like an inventory on the inside. I found more almond water and bread, which I kept in case I wanted to eat later. As I continued looking around, I heard some noises. I turned the corner and saw a teen with someone who appeared to be a man but was wearing a black hoodie and a blue mask with a sad face on it. I focused on the person in the blue mask, feeling my "face" turn red and my "heart" beat faster. "Is this love at first sight?" I thought, determined to protect them both and make the blue mask guy love me.

I approached them, but the blue mask guy quickly turned around, looked at me, and pointed a spear at me. Panicked, I put my hands up in a surrender pose. The blue mask guy gestured for the teen to go to another room, but I knew there were other yellow creatures there, so I ran to stop them. Unfortunately, I felt something pierce me, and I saw the mask man with the other end of the spear.

He let go, grabbed the teen's hand, and ran towards the other room. I took the spear out and followed them. They stopped upon seeing the other yellow creatures, and I positioned myself in front of them, protecting and covering them. I wave at the creatures and they waved back and left for another room. I then turn around and gave them the almond water and bread from my inventory. The teen quickly grabbed the bread and before eating it, they split the bread and searched for something in it after some seconds they nodded and started eating, while the blue mask guy only took the almond water.

Feeling happy, I twirled around to show my joy. The blue mask guy tensed up, while the teen had a happy expression.

Teen - *smiling* "Look, mister, I think this Partygoer is a nice one."

I stopped and looked at the teen, tilting my head. "Partygoer, is that what I am?" I thought as I continued to observe the teen.

Blue Mask - *tense* "I don't think so, kiddo. Maybe it's best if we go. I don't think its kindness will last long."

They started to walk away, and I followed them, not wanting them to get into trouble or wanting them to go alone. The blue mask constantly looked back at me, urging the teen to walk faster. As I walked behind them I realized that I was bigger than both of them and a little larger than the other Partygoer. We arrived at a door, which the blue mask opened, and they both entered. I looked around before entering after them.

#partypooper #the backrooms #backrooms #partygoer #entity 68 #level 52 #entity 67 #reader x Partypooper #y/n x Partypooper

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lokischickadee · 4 months

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All hands on deck it seems!

#supernatural #supernatural x reader #impala 67 #67 chevy impala #scooby doo #scoobynatural #ghostbusters

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snffbeebee · 9 months

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Alright Y'all, one of my good friends/Supernatural lover has brought this song to my attention, so I HAD to bring it to yours!!!! If you haven't listened to it.....DO IT NOW AND SHARE THE SHIT OUTTA THIS POST!!!!!

My main reason for this post is to get Mr.Winchester himself Jensen Ackles to HEAR THIS!! This lady has given one of our favorite Characters a theme song, and I think She and IT deserves all the recognition!!

Oh, and it may have got my brain going again for the next chapters of Blood Red and Second Glance! So if you haven't caught up on them, ya might wanna start now!!!! And to end this beautiful post, some random Jensen/Dean gifs and photos.

YOU'RE WELCOME. ❤️

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#Youtube #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spnfamily #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #67 chevy impala #music #deans theme song #Winchester wild #wayward son #jensen ackles #lets get him to hear this

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brooklynnthelame · 4 months

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CHOSO NOOOOOOOOOOO

#choso kamo #jjk x reader #jjk #choso jujutsu kaisen #welp boyfriend number 67 dead #gege loves to make people suffer #MY SWEET BABY IS GONE IM CRYING

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team-free-will-you-idjits-67 · 1 year

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This Crazy Life - Part 16

DISCLAIMER: This is FICTION, I do not want events from this to happen in Jared and Gen’s lives.

DESCRIPTION: Your life changed the moment Jared Padalecki walked through the doors of your shit job, in your shit town. You helped him as much as you could, becoming extremely close. (Characters, Warnings, etc. will change per part.)

CHARACTERS: Jared Padalecki, Reader

RELATIONSHIP:Jared Padalecki x Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff!

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You ran a hand through your barely damp hair, the other picking at the now cold room service meal you ordered after your shower as NCIS played on your phone. You heard the click of your room door but laid unmoving as Jared walked into your room.

“Y/N?” Concern dripped from his voice as he laid onto the bed next to you, “What’s wrong?”

You pushed your meal away and moved to snuggle into his side. Sighing, you mulled over what to say briefly. “I ran into a fan while trying to get lunch today.”

He rubbed your back and pulled you closer into his side, “And what happened?”

You focused on his hip bone that was peaking between his raised shirt and top of his jeans, not wanting to make any sort of eye contact with him when you told him what had happened today. “Well. She definitely wasn’t happy.” You played with the hem of his shirt as you continued, “She threw my drink on me. Told me I was a whore and the reason you and Gen broke up.”

Jared was silent but tense. You looked up at him, his face stoic and eyes towards the ceiling. You were about to ask if he was okay when he spoke, his expression never wavering, “Why didn’t you call me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you whispered out.

He finally looked towards you, worry in his eyes, “I would have canceled the rest of my day and spent it with you to make sure you were okay rather than have you sit up here by yourself.”

You shook your head, “I was fine Jare. Ju-just shaken up mostly. I knew Jensen would be able to help me but also keep everything under wraps so you both could finish out today. Your fans obviously already hate me enough, that would have pissed them off even more.”

He sat up quickly, the heat of anger pouring off of him. “No, Y/N.” He took a deep breath, visibly trying not to take his frustration out on you, “You are more important to me than any of those fans. I don’t care if they’re pissed off. Who I'm with is none of their business and they shouldn’t take anything out on you.” He shoved his hand into his jeans and fished through his pocket, “Not to mention we aren’t even out publicly considering we just figured this out ourselves last night.” He swiped at his phone once it was free from the denim confines of his jeans.

You stared at him as he typed furiously, “What are you doing?”

“Sending out a tweet.”

You chuckled, “A tweet?”

He looked towards you, “Yes.”

“What is a tweet going to do?”

He set his phone down beside him on the disheveled white comforter, “It will let them know I know what happened.” He sat forward and pulled at your left hand, cupping it between both of his, “They need to know there will be consequences for their actions. You are a part of my life, which makes you a part of the Supernatural family.”

“But a tweet isn’t going to do anything, Jare,” you scoffed out.

“Maybe, maybe not. But I can express my disappointment and threaten to pull away from future conventions if your safety can’t be guaranteed. I would say we’re going to press charges but Jensen already told me you don’t want to do that.” You grumbled, causing Jared to snicker, “He was just concerned. He cares about you just as much as I do.” He ran a hand through his hair, “Either way Y/N,” his hand now cupped your face, “you mean more to me than anything with this show. I need to be able to know you’ll be okay if we’re not together.”

Tears started to prick your eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time for the day, “Jare.”

He shushed you softly and pulled you into his chest. “I-I,” he paused as he rubbed your back, “I love you, Y/N. I can’t lose you.”

You snaked your arms around his toned torso and squeezed before looking into his eyes, currently golden with flecks of green throughout the iris, “I love you too.”

He smiled and then leaned forward, leaving mere millimeters between your lips, giving you the option to turn away once again. You closed the minuscule distance between you. Your lips moved in tandem with each other, soft and slow as yet another new level of your relationship within the last 24 hours washed over you both.

Jared broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours with closed eyes as his hands snaked up your body to rest on your cheeks. His right thumb caressed your cheek as you both sat there in silence. Your breathing almost in sync with one another before he spoke, “Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow will be another long day.”

You nodded, “Definitely not looking forward to a day filled with dirty airports and loud planes.”

He reluctantly pulled away from you and got up, “I’m going to change real quick.” He pointed at you as he walked around the bed and spoke with a mocking serious tone, “You stay put.”

You just shook your head and giggled as he grabbed his pajama bottoms and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You snaked yourself under the comforter and closed your eyes as you waited for your gentle giant to get into bed.

You hadn’t realized how exhausted you were from the emotional toll the day had on you until Jared crawling into bed beside you stirred you awake. “Shh, it’s okay,” he said as he pulled you into his side. He stroked your hair softly before kissing the top of your head and sighed with content, “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Jare,” you slurred before you succumbed to a peaceful slumber.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #team free will you idjits 67 #tfwyi67 imagines #sam winchester #supernatural fluff #spn fluff #jared padalecki x y/n #jared padalecki smut #jared padalecki fanfiction #jared padalecki x reader #jared padalecki x you #jared padalecki fluff

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lotanxiety · 11 months

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The Girl Who Cried Wolf pt 2

A/N: Ahhh okay I’m quite thrilled about the response on the first part of this and I’m excited to make this a series! Like I mentioned, this is my first time doing this so bear with me as the plot progresses! If there are things you want to happen, suggestions of where it should go, etc feel free to drop in the notes <33

Summary: Soft Dean being sweet to you after a nightmare, slow burn hehehe

Warnings: just fluff really… for now��

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About an hour after you had fallen asleep, Dean stepped outside to call Sam and make sure he’s handled everything back at your house. While Dean was outside the motel room talking to Sam, he heard you scream.

Bursting through the door, he saw you rolling around and shaking in your bed. In a second, he was by your side trying to wake you up. “Shhh shh Y/N wake up, it’s just a dream. I’m right here, please wake up.” With a gasp you come out of your nightmare to reality which was your nightmare. Tears flood your eyes again and Dean goes to hold you. You look up at him, and his hearts breaks once again for the girl he just met. “C-can you… possibly stay here” you ask more vulnerable than you’ve ever been. Dean nods, sinking down further into the bed with you, still holding you close. Being wrapped in his warm embrace was the most comfortable you had ever felt in your life. You didn’t grow up with a loving family and had never been in a relationship. You didn’t realize how much you needed to be held not only before this tragedy happened but especially now. Dean somehow knew that and had been comforting you in the way you didn’t know you needed. You were extremely grateful and wanted to do something to thank the brothers, however how do you thank someone for saving you from a werewolf, comforting you from the trauma, and helping you clean up the aftermath? That was too much to think about so you decided to make it tomorrow’s problem. Finally, you drifted off to sleep for the second time, but this time without the nightmare.

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The next morning, Dean woke up with you in his arms. As he blinked himself awake, he was careful not to move because he didn’t want to disturb you. Dean studied your face. You looked so peaceful, he dreaded the moment you would wake up and have to face reality again. He knows what that’s like and it pains him to see this girl who tried to make a better life for herself end up the same as him. He wanted to do everything in his power to keep her safe and try to get her life back on track. He wasn’t exactly sure what was so special about this girl, but the longer he stared at her sweet, sleeping face, the bigger the swell in his chest got. She was also wearing his shirt which he has never let another girl do. Their situation was anything but sexy, however for a brief moment he couldn’t help but let himself think. She was absolutely stunning, even covered in dirt and blood. Then she stepped out of the shower in his shirt and he quickly had to bring himself to reality to keep those thoughts away since they weren’t appropriate at the time. Dean became more increasingly aware of the beautiful woman wrapped around his body, in his clothes, and immediately jumped out of bed, still trying to be as gentle as possible as to not wake you, to take a cold shower. Sam was still asleep in the adjacent bed. When you woke up not too long after, you laid there staring at the ceiling preparing yourself to face everything. Finally, after deciding you’ll never truly be ready, you stood up and walked over to your destroyed clothes that sat in a pile on the floor. That’s when Dean walked out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel draped over his lower half. You accidentally stare at the man in front of you, really appreciating the view. “Like what you see?” Dean says with a smirk on his face. Your cheeks go red, quickly averting your gaze. “Dean, I’m so sorry I- didn’t mean to stare. You just surprised me.” you sputter the words out quickly. Deciding not to make further comments as to try and not make you uncomfortable, Dean grabbed his clothes and retreated back to the bathroom, smirk still proudly on his face. You rub your hands over your face, embarrassed he caught you staring and replaying what just happened over in your mind. Sam wakes up and sits up in his bed. “Mornin Y/N” he says with a yawn. Once he opens his eyes more, he reads the look on your face. “Are you okay? Well that’s a stupid question considering what has happened, but I mean you look kind of…spooked” Sam says. “Yeah… no.. i- i am uh… totally fine yeah” you stutter out, face still flushed. Sam decides to leave it alone. Dean exits the bathroom, fully clothed this time, and you rush in to change. As you two pass, an unspoken volt of electricity passes between the two of you. The rest of the morning is pretty quiet.

You guys all go to a diner for breakfast before Sam and Dean drive you back to your parent’s house.

“I know it can’t be easy staying here, are you sure this is where you want to be?” Sam asked you.

“I was going to move back in with my parents, so it’s not like I have anywhere else to go anyways. I’ll be fine.” You say trying to remain as stoic as possible. “I uh- have something for you guys. It’s kind of stupid, but I don’t know how to thank you for all that you’ve done for me.” You say handing a piece of paper to Sam and another one to Dean. You had spent your time in the back seat sketching each of them in the most epic scene, so hopefully they could see themselves as you do; heroes.

“Oh my god, this is incredible” Sam says reaching to hug you. Dean stands there with the paper in his hands and tears fighting their way to the surface. He choked them back before you broke away from Sam so you couldn’t see.

“I didn’t know you could draw. This is uh- really nice. Thank you Y/N” Dean says, pulling you in for a hug as well. When his arms wrap around your body, you both melt into each other. Not without some hesitation from both parties do you guys pull away. You watch from the porch as the brothers load into the Impala and drive away, never to be seen again… Or so you thought.

#dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam and dean #supernatural #fanfic #sam winchester #impala 67

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wrioluvr · 9 months

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dr ratio x top male reader

this idea came to me in a dream..... dr ratio it seems i've grown quite fond of you. nsfw, gets wholesome at the end

"see, dear, if you insert your cock in me at exactly 67 degrees to the right, we'll both feel the maximum amount of pleasure." dr ratio says confidently as he precisely adjusts your tip at his entrance to his desired position. "are... are you sure?" you can't help but stare incredulously as he treats your cock like it's a mathematical instrument. "don't be silly. i'm always right." lying beneath you, he finally finishes calibrating the angle he wants you to fuck him in. "okay. put it in me now!" he declares triumphantly, clearly proud of his own work. you can't help but shake your head fondly at his antics, his dedication to using his intelligence to "optimise" every situation was rather.... silly sometimes. nevertheless, you push into him slowly, enjoying the sound of him trying the stifle his moan at the feeling of your cock stretching his tight walls. "s-see. i told you so- mmph." his pride meant he'd completely deny this in front of anyone else, the way you'd fucked him like a whore, thrusting in and out of him at "the optimal speed" (according to him), but in private, you were the only one who he wanted to please. increasing your speed of your thrusts without warning, you can't help but smirk at the way he bucks his hips into you, legs shaking and hole clenching even tighter. "you idiot! i told you to follow the speed-" he starts to protest, but he's quickly quietened by your hand over his mouth as you lean forward and whisper lowly to his ear. "you talk too much, baby." he shudders at your words. "need some....stern teaching?" despite the intimacy of the situation, you have to try not to laugh as you repurpose the conversation you had a few days ago to rile him up. hearing you use his own words to tease him, he glares at you, but can't get any words out as his mind is so focused on being pummelled by your cock. it's so pathetic, he thinks to himself. usually his brain is so busy, endlessly pondering, but now he can't think of anything but the way you're fucking him. "shit...i'm gonna cum..." you breathe out as you hold his hips, almost reaching your limit. "do it in me." he says sharply, his attitude coming back in an instant. you have no choice but to oblige, pumping him full as the both of you climax. the two of you collapse onto the bed, a heap of sweaty bodies and unspoken affections. you lie on his chest as he strokes your hair, trying to catch your breath. "well done. plus 10 points." "what the fuck are you saying??" you laugh as you throw the pillow at him. "nothing... just talking to myself." "weirdo."

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"you know, you might be an idiot, but you're my idiot." he suddenly says, looking back as you soap his hair in your shared bath, cleaning up from your intense session earlier. his words carry a level of warmth to them despite their bluntness, a warmth he'd never give to anyone else. "stop calling me an idiot." you pout, leaning forward to smack him on the head playfully. "i'm serious! don't worry your pretty head about anything, i can do more than enough thinking for the both of us." you place your arms around him and hug him from the back in a tight embrace, the warm water surrounding you only adding to the romantic atmopshere. "whatever you say, veritas." ♡

omg i based his personality completely off his leaked voicelines and tried to incorporate some of them here hfgdhgd

#honkai star rail x male reader #hsr x male reader #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #hsr x reader #male reader

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nabooberrie · 4 months

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Everyday of the month

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ham1lton · 4 months

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good old fashioned lover boy!

pairings: lando norris x actress!reader.

faceclaim: woo da-vi! <3

summary: lando is in love. his girlfriend is the perfect girl in every way possible, except for one thing: she’s a pescatarian, and lando hates fish.

author’s note: i’m back bitches. requests are now open again but i’m going to be a little more selective with what i choose!

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yourusername: no cause why is my uber driver doing the most rn. bro you will get a tip i promise 😭

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user1: wait. why does that dude look familiar…..

bestie: you went out for food without me? 😔

-> yourusername: food didn’t taste half as good without you stealing it from my plate babe <3

user3: NOOOOOOO NOT MY QUEEN SOFTLAUNCHING.

-> user7: bad day for delusional yners.

-> user3: london i know how you feel…. i lost my queen too 😔

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yourusername: life recently. does anyone get obsessed with one song and play it over and over until you get sick of it?

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hudabeauty: gorgeous girl!

-> yourusername: this face is all ms huda’s work 😘

user9: what song are you playing on repeat?

-> yourusername: glue song by beabadoobee!! :D

-> user6: oh no she’s serious abt this man 😭

-> user9: what happened to my misandrist queen 😔

favcoworker: i took the pics on our way to jimmy kimmel. say thank you 🤭

-> yourusername: pic creds to my bestie on the show and my fav girl off it!!! maya and dara 5ever <3

user8: who is that guy?? he seems so familiar???

-> user2: i swear it’s one of the beckham boys.

-> user3: it’s central cee. i swear yn said she liked british guys.

-> user5: i think it’s one of her coworkers !! she plays dara on day by day. i swear she’s dating the guy who plays matt.

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landonorris: golden hour with my golden girl :)

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user8: the way yn was soft launching him and he just hard launches tf out of her 😭

-> user5: i mean… it’s yn yln. wouldn’t you?

*liked by landonorris.*

charles_leclerc: happy for you guys!! 😊

oscarpiastri: still can’t believe yn got you to eat fish.

-> carlossainz55: maybe he just needed the right motivation. unlike some people, lando can actually grow up.

-> charles_leclerc: this is public 😊

danielricciardo: when did you become a professional photographer?? these pics look great.

-> landonorris: she did all the work. it helps when your gf is gorgeous.

user78: NOOOOOOOO

user1: OOOOOHHHHH THAT SHOULD BE ME HOLDIN YOUR HAND….. THAT SHOULD BE ME MAKIN YOU LAUGH…. 😔

-> user3: me to yn… 😔

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youaresimplylovely · 4 months

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"El Nano's Daughter!"

what happens when the el nano's daughter pays a sudden visit to a race and caught the attention of the five hottest f1 drivers. How will "el nano" deal with it?

part two

pairings: Alonso!Reader x F1 Grid

warnings: none!

fc: emily didonato

proofread;)

a/n: im finally back, here's a new series <3 also for those who didn't know "el nano" is nando's spanish nickname :DD

[Re edited version, added: taglist, taglist form, and feedback form.]

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yn.alonso no I did not expect the follow requests but hey maybe I'll get a boyfriend!

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part two?:) p.s taglist will be added later!

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call-me-mrs-winchester · 3 months

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HOMEWORK

PAIRING : teenage!dean winchester x teenage!fem!reader (au)

SUMMARY : reader goes over to dean's house to do homework but that's not all they do...

WARNINGS : young love. fluff. smut. sub-to-dom!dean. dom-to-sub!reader. horniness. under-aged sex. rough sex. unprotected p in v. creampie. getting caught kink. implied aftercare.

A/N : this oneshot was inspired by the gif above ^ (which is from jensen's movie devour [and if you think the gif is hot, you should hear the audio 😏🤤]) anyways—this is an au oneshot so don't trip that john and mary are alive & polite. also, please be patient with me, this is my first time writing in second person—and it being a smut, no less. hopefully over time i'll get better. hope you guys enjoy. lemme know what you think!

You knock on the white door and patiently wait for someone to answer. John opens the door, greeting you with the famous Winchester smile.

"Hey, Y/N." He welcomes. "Dean told me you were coming over. Come on in."

"Thanks."

He steps back and opens the door wider, letting you into the two-story house. He closes the door before leading you further into the lovely home. Mary exits the kitchen, a bright smile lighting up her face once she sees you. She rushes over and wraps you in a warm hug. You happily melt into her motherly embrace. You loved Mary. She had always been kind to you.

"How are you?" She asks, her words muffled against your hair.

"I'm good. And you?"

John walks to the staircase and shouts, "Dean, Y/N's here!" before going to sit in his recliner.

"I'm great," Mary answers. "You kids have plans tonight?"

Nodding, you reply, "Yeah, we've got some homework to do."

Dean rushes down the stairs, catching the attention of you and his mother. You smile at your deliciously handsome boyfriend as he walks toward you. His eyes were fixed on yours as if you were the only one in the room. And it's been that way since the day he met you.

"Hey, beautiful," says Dean.

You giggle at the given pet name, a smile plastered on your blushed cheeks. His lips press against your forehead as his hand runs up your arm, creating goosebumps. Dean pulls away once his hand reaches for the strap on your bookbag. He takes it from your shoulder and throws it over his own. It was a gesture he frequently did, solely for you.

Before you started dating, Dean had his fair share of women. Whether he flirted with them or they threw themselves at him, he always had a girl on his shoulder. Everyone knew Dean Winchester's only rule: No Strings Attached. So, when his attention shifted toward you, you brushed him off. As much as you wanted to experience what the other girls bragged about, you refused to be like them. You had enough respect for yourself to say no despite every cell in your body begging for his. The last thing you expected from him was a chase.

You figured he only wanted sex, so 'No' was something he had to get used to. But he didn't stop, he didn't give up, and he certainly didn't chase anyone else. You couldn't understand his interest in you. You weren't popular or the prettiest girl in school, yet you were all he could think about. So, when you finally agreed to a date, you didn't imagine ending up on the hood of his '67 Chevy Impala, in the middle of a field, staring up at the stars as your head laid on his shoulder, talking the night away.

You feared that when he went to make a move, he would be upset or wouldn't understand. But when that moment came to admit that you were a virgin and weren't ready, he didn't once judge or try to rush you. Instead, he smiled and held you closer. And just like that, Dean had your heart.

Eight months after becoming official, which had been a first for Dean, you decide to take your relationship to the next level. He had become your best friend. You trusted him with your life. And you knew from previous conversations that he felt the same way. After your consummation, the bond between you both became stronger. Neither of you were the same people you were when you got together.

Dean grabs your hand and begins pulling you up the stairs. "We'll be in my room."

"Okay. Dinner will be ready in an hour!" Mary shouts after us.

Dean shuts the door as soon as you walk into his bedroom. Your backpack slumps off his shoulder before he attacks your lips. Happily accepting his eager kiss, you moan into his mouth. His swift hands pull off your sweater, letting it fall to the floor. He pushes you onto the bed, causing it to squeak loudly before climbing over your body.

"Not on the bed while your parents are home, remember?" You breathlessly murmur as his lips travel to your neck, licking and sucking on your sensitive skin. "And we really do have homework."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I can't help that your beauty distracts me." He purrs into your ear, sending goosebumps along your skin.

"Stop trying to butter me up, Winchester." You push his chest away, urging him to get off of you. With a chuckle, he rises, grabbing your hands to help you off the mattress. "We have work to do."

Letting go of your hands, Dean walks over to the desk across from his bed and plops himself in his swivel chair. You walk over to your backpack and fetch your supplies before sitting in the chair beside him. You place the textbook between the two of you, flipping to page 124. Opening a fresh page in your notebook, you both began to work in silence.

Half an hour had gone by, and your page showed minimal progress. Sure, you solved a few problems, but your mind wandered elsewhere. The only chemistry you were thinking of was that of your boyfriend. Your paper blurs as you imagine his lips back on yours. You shut your eyes as you focus on the vivid feeling of his cock pounding in and out of you like all the times he had before. Your breath became shallow as your walls clenched around nothing. Although you gave him crap about it earlier, you found yourself unable to resist the temptation.

You open your eyes and glance toward Dean. His brows pinched together, gaze fixed on the problem before him. His face contorted with concentration, absorbed by the equation. The steely determination set in his jaw matched the resolute expression in his eyes. You bit your bottom lip, finding him even hotter. After setting your pencil down, you rise from the chair and turn towards your partner.

Dean looked up from his homework, giving you his attention. Without a word, you leaned down and began to unbutton his jeans. He watched as you slowly unzipped his pants, not bothering to stop or ask what you were up to. He knew exactly what you were doing. You reach into his boxers and pull out his hardening member, mouth watering at the sight of it.

His hand replaces yours, pumping his growing length as he watches you reach underneath your skirt to peel off your soaked panties. Once they fall to the wood floor, you move to straddle his hips. With your hands on his shoulders to steady your balance, you hover over his fully erect cock. Your dominant hand runs down his clothed chest before grabbing hold of his thick member and aligning it with your awaiting entrance. Dean's hands push your skirt higher and rest them against your bare hips. With his help, you ease onto his throbbing cock, moans escaping both of your mouths at the sheer contact.

He stretches your insides, forcing you to feel every inch he was blessed with. Your walls were so tight; He had to concentrate to avoid finishing too early. Your breath mingled with his, trying to find the strength to remain quiet. Once you adjusted around him, you slowly slide off, stopping when the tip dares to slip out. You and Dean make eye contact, staring into each other's souls as you lower again. Your wetness coats his length, making it easier to glide up and down. In no time, you were feverishly bouncing on his rock-hard shaft.

Quiet moans spill from your lips as he brushes your G-spot. Dean wraps his arms around your torso, helping keep your rhythm. Your hands gently pull his neck forward, connecting your lips. The bouncing made it difficult but not impossible as his tongue danced with yours. The overwhelming passion engulfed you, causing a delightful feeling of dizziness. After breaking for air, you rested your foreheads together.

You pick up the pace, and as a reward, Dean thrusts upward. Your hips crash together, slamming his dick against your G-spot even harder. A loud moan slips from your lips, unable to keep quiet from that mesmerizing thrust. He hushes you, and you nod quickly, not wanting to draw his family's attention. The added suspense of getting caught and his fingers rubbing harshly against your clit drove you to your first orgasm. You ride faster as he thrusts harder, working you through your climax. It was nearly impossible to hide your screams of ecstasy, but his shirt did a good enough job softening them.

Heavy pants fall from your lips once your orgasm passes. You lift your head from his shoulder and watch his countenance contour with pleasure. Dean buries his face in your chest, muffling his moans as his arms hug you tighter. Your thighs ache with soreness, hindering your endurance. His hand moves up your back, holding you closer as you feel his thrusts begin to falter. Knowing your boyfriend was close, you pushed through the pain and ran your fingers through his hair before gripping it tightly, just how he liked. You clench around his cock, knowing all the ways to make him spill his load. His hands quickly gripped your hips, locking yours with his before spewing hot ropes of cum deep inside you.

You both moan as his seed coats your soft walls. In times like these, you're thankful for the shot. Although—despite your age—you wouldn't mind having Dean's baby. Hell, you imagined your future with him since the first time you made love. A few kids running around the yard as your high school sweetheart chased after them was one that often came to mind. One you knew he shared with you.

Dean suddenly gripped your thighs and stood up from his chair, interrupting your thoughts. Your eyes looked into his fairytale green irises, searching for his next move. With one hand, he pushes your schoolwork aside before setting you on the desk. A devilish smirk plays on his lips as he pulls his jeans further down, getting ready to have his turn with you. The beating of your heart begins to quicken once again, bracing yourself for what's to come.

He begins to pull out slowly, both of your cums escaping your entrance. Before too much could leak out, Dean rams into your cunt, trapping the fluid inside again. Your hands traveled to his forearms, digging your nails into his skin. With another powerful thrust, your eyes shut tightly, trying desperately not to scream. After taking a few deep breaths, you mustered the courage to open your eyes and peek at the work he was putting in. With your knees wide apart and your feet above his ass, you had the perfect angle to see his shaft drive in and out of you at a fast pace.

The only sounds in the room were heavy panting, skin slapping, quiet moans, and the thud of each thrust against the desk as the items on it moved to the steady rhythm of Dean's hips. His hands trail down your thighs and to your hips, fingertips squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, just how you liked. He angles himself so he's no longer thrusting horizontally but vertically. Your body jolts to the new sensation, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

This man was trying to kill you. You had no doubt left crescent marks upon his skin before you gripped the wooden desk with all your might. The pressure in the pit of your stomach threatened to explode any second. Short and hushed screams escaped your lips as he only went faster, harder, and even deeper than before. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted you to scream at the top of your lungs. He strived to get you close enough to shout your pleasure.

He accomplished that once his right hand slipped between your legs and applied heavy pressure to your already sensitive clit. You gasped, but before you cried with ecstasy, he leaned down and covered your mouth with his. After a few more thrusts and rubs to your bundle of nerves, you came undone. Your hands quickly make their way to his back, legs tightening around his hips, holding on for dear life as he fucked your pussy like it was the last time. Tears stream down your temples, overcome by your third orgasm seconds after your last.

Your limbs go limp, the arch in your spine straightening as your body comes down from its sex-induced high. With lips now detached, exhaustion sets in as both of you catch your breath. Dean's body presses against yours, hearts beating as one. You open your eyes to find him staring back, a lazy smile gracing his handsome face. He didn't make a move to part from your body, and you didn't intend to make him. His hand brushed your sweat-clung hair away from your face, taking in your beautiful post-sex glow.

"So much for homework."

Knowing he would say that, you teased with, "I can't help that your beauty distracts me."

Your laughters fills the room before it's interrupted by a knock on the door. Each of your eyes widened, having been—almost—caught in the act. Both of your bodies had stiffened with fear.

"Yeah?" Dean called, attempting to be calm.

"Dinner's ready," Sam replies from the opposite side of the door.

You and Dean sigh in relief; it was only Sammy. He knew better than to go into Dean's room, especially when you were over.

"We'll be right down!"

The sound of Sam's footsteps fades as he walks away from your boyfriend's door. He begins to laugh again, encouraging you to participate. There never seemed to be a dull moment with Dean Winchester. He sits up, pulling you with him before sliding his semi-hardened member out of your soaked vagina. He helps you off the desk and catches you when your legs wobble. Once you regain your balance, you pull your skirt down and search for your underwear. You could feel both of your liquids leak from your entrance, beginning to drip down your legs. Dean fetches the pair and stuffs them in his pocket.

He tucks his cock back into his jeans before zipping up. He grabs your hand and gently kisses your cheek. You close your eyes as his lips linger. The warmth of his skin radiates onto yours, something you have always found comforting. He pulls away and tugs you with him.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's go clean up."

You nod as a small smile appears on your face, knowing he'll take care of you like he always did after sex. You couldn't have asked for or found a better partner, especially so early in life. How did you get so damn lucky?

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